Beauty and the Beast

Beauty and the Beast

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Desperation

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It was a quiet night. James and Peter were already sleeping, and Remus and Sirius sat on Sirius's bed, deep in conversation.

Moaning quietly, Remus allowed Sirius to place a couple of light kisses on his neck. As the other boy started to suck on his neck greedily, he pressed nearer to the other boy. However, as Sirius's fingers started to snake under the waistband of his trousers, he snatched Sirius's wrist and gently pulled the hand away. "No, Sirius," he said quietly, gently but strictly at the same time.

"Why not?" asked Sirius with an almost hurt expression. "Don't you love me enough?"

"Of course I love you," Remus replied softly. "But werewolves mate for life, Sirius. The first time I sleep with somebody, I'll mark them, and that's all I'll ever know about love. I just can't -"

To his great shock, Sirius grasped his wrists, holding tightly. "Have you already marked somebody?" Sirius asked sharply.

Remus's eyes widened. "Sirius, I -" he began, but the other boy interrupted him, his grasp on Remus's wrist tightening.

"Have you slept with somebody else?" snarled Sirius, looking almost scary. "Is that why you can't sleep with me?"

"No!" Remus exclaimed, completely shocked. "Sirius, I swear I've never slept with anybody! I'm just not ready for that yet."

"Too bad for you, then," Sirius growled.

Remus swallowed. He had a bad feeling about this. "Sirius," he said warningly. "Siri, don't -"

"I have waited long enough," the other boy interrupted him. "I've been patient with you, Remus. I've waited until you'd be ready for it. I'm not going to wait anymore." Before Remus had time to even understand what he was saying, he had grasped the small brunette on the waist and shoved him to the bed.

Remus stared in horror as Sirius leaned over him, holding his wrists. He saw lust and desire that clouded those usually so bright blue eyes, and he saw the sneer on his beloved Sirius's face.

"You're mine, Remus," Sirius mumbled. "You're mine, and mine alone." His grasp on the werewolf's wrists tightened. "No one will ever touch you," he whispered into the smaller boy's ear. "No one but me."

Remus stiffened. He knew exactly what Sirius was going to do. He couldn't believe it, but he knew it. Tears rolled down his cheeks. He had known that Sirius was possessive, but this much? Was he really this desperate to have sex with him - to mate with him?

Sirius kissed him forcefully, not caring that he didn't reply the kiss, not caring that he was crying and trying to struggle away from his boyfriend.

Remus was now getting desperate, desperate and frightened. As Sirius forced him to open his mouth, tugging his tongue inside, he bit Sirius as hard as he could.

Sirius cursed and drew back. Then he raised a hand and slapped Remus across the cheek. "I'm going to take what's rightfully mine," he hissed. "And I'm going to take it now." After a quickly whispered silencing spell, he began tearing Remus's clothes away.

"No," Remus cried, "please, Sirius, don't do this - not this -" He cried and pleaded and begged, but the tall teen wouldn't listen to him. He merely kissed Remus again, even more forcefully than before, while his hands were wandering around the smaller boy's body, tossing away the last pieces of clothing wherever he met them.

Remus was in panic. This couldn't be true. Sirius, his Sirius, was going to rape him, to claim him his for eternity. These were Sirius's hands both caressing and hurting him, Sirius's body pressing him against the bed, Sirius's lips kissing him, bruising his lips with a force he'd never felt Sirius using before. He saw that Sirius was getting rid of his own clothes now, yanking off his shirt and throwing it away. After a moment he felt Sirius's bare body on top of him as the tall boy flung himself on him. Fear and pleasure mixed in his mind as he felt Sirius's arousal being pressed against his thigh.

'This is a rape,' he forced himself to think. 'I don't want this. This is a rape!'

Then it suddenly was more than easy to remember as he felt the pain hitting him. He whimpered in pain and fear, trying to shove Sirius off, tears soaking his whole face now.

He noticed that the struggle against his rapist was useless, as well as his fight against the screams bursting out of his mouth, and concentrated on keeping away the werewolf instinct, trying hard not to mark Sirius his. He didn't want to mate with anyone who could do something like this to him, not even Sirius, no matter how much he loved Sirius.

Then the wolf grew stronger in him, and he sank his teeth in the clear spot in Sirius's body where the neck was attached to the shoulders. He heard Sirius moan in triumph as he noticed his actions had reached their destination: to be marked by Remus.

After some time the pain vanished, and Sirius tried to kiss him again, but Remus turned his head away, his eyes closed tight, tears rolling from under his eyelids. How Sirius could? If he really loved Remus as much as he always said, would he do this to the werewolf?

"I love you," Sirius murmured to his ear. "And now you're mine. To the eternity you're mine."

Remus laid still, fearing that Sirius might do something to him again. Before long he noticed that the other boy was nearly asleep.

'How can he sleep?' Remus thought in horror. 'How can he do this to me and then sleep like nothing had happened?'

But Sirius had done it, because he loved Remus, right? Because he wanted Remus to be his. And only his.

Remus cried without sound.