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DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Harry Potter, or any of the characters mentioned in this story, unless stated otherwise. Rated for possible sexual content, violence and/or mature language. Reader discretion is advised. Any similarities to real life are purely coincidence and I will not be held responsible! Thanks!

WARNING: WILL CONTAIN SLASH (male on male) and MATURE LANGUAGE (swearing) and MATURE THEMES (sex and violence) and QUASI-KINKY SEX and AU-ness!! Ye be warned

Author's Note: and this is part three…the last part. YAY!! Conclusions are fun. Cheers!

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It was past noon that day when Sirius finally got out of bed and crept down to the kitchen in the basement of the house to get some sustenance for himself and his lover. He didn't think he could wipe the smile off his face, even if he tried, and it was with a light heart that Sirius stacked up a plate with the chocolate croissants he knew Remus loved most, along with a small jug of milk. He arranged it on a tray with some other foodstuffs, and humming to himself off-key, made his way carefully back up to his rooms.

"Remus?" he called upon entering the sitting room, where the pair generally breakfasted together. "Come get something to eat, luv!" He waited a few moments, but when no Remus was forthcoming, he picked up the tray, thinking his lover had fallen back asleep. He smiled secretly to himself, wondering if breakfast in bed would be good enough to earn him another go this morning, and pushed open his bedroom door. "Rise and shine sleepy-!"

The rest of the words never made it out of his mouth. The tray he was holding crashed to the floor, the glassware and dishes smashing silently to his deaf brain. He couldn't think, he couldn't move, he couldn't even draw a breath. Remus was…gone…

Sirius felt panic and hysteria rising like a tide within him, and it took almost all of his willpower to shut them away. No, Remus was not gone. He wasn't… There was a logical explanation behind this. There had to be…there always was, right? He flew from the room, checking the bathroom, the dusty little guest room that used to be Remus', the study, the sitting room. All of them empty.

Tears welled up inside him, but he shoved them down with his hysteria. He had to think logically; where could his lover be? Sinking into a plush leather armchair, the dark haired youth's thumbnail found its way into his mouth where he worried it away, trying to think where Remus had gone. It seemed preposterous that Remus would just run away…and Sirius felt sure that that hadn't been the case. Then he must have been taken, his brain replied. The boy frowned. But who would take his Remus from him? No one could possibly know just how close they'd become…could they? And if someone had perchance found out, then they would certainly notify…

Sirius stood up; almost two decades of pure rage coursed through his veins, making him lightheaded and his vision swim momentarily. There was only one person who would dare to take Remus away from him… Only one arrogant, self-centered bastard who would think it his obligation to do so… Without even bothering to get dressed, not even bothering to brush his teeth, he stormed down the stairs to the dining room where he knew his father would just be tucking into lunch.

When he arrived downstairs though, it was to see only his mother and younger brother seated at the table, both looking as though they hadn't a care in the world. His temper, which he had been barely restraining to that moment, suddenly snapped. He stomped into the room, his face brick red and slammed a fist into the table, making the china jump. "Where is he?" he demanded. His mother, who now clutched the emerald drop necklace she wore, gave him a reproachful look.

"Where is who?" she asked in that carefully honed voice, the usual undertone of sneering indifference barely perceptible but still cutting Sirius to the bone.

"You know fucking well who you stupid cunt!" Sirius shouted at his mother, hating her as much as he hated the bastard who had sired him. "Your fucking husband!" His fist smashed into the table again, and again, the dishes leapt into the air.

"Sirius, your father-"

"That son of a bitch is no father of mine!" Sirius screamed, wanting to shake his mother and get her to tell him where the fuck his father had taken Remus.

Wallburga surveyed her son, her face pinched slightly, her mouth pursed, looking as though something she had just tasted was not at all to her liking. "You listen to me you little piece of shit," she said in a deadly whisper. "I've had enough of you lording around like you're the king here. Why can't you act like your brother for once, hmm?" Sirius merely glared, feeling his anger pulsating in his head. He wanted to scream and rage at this woman, break her like she had broken him again and again with her casual insults and constant reminders that he would never be as good a son as his brother. "Now I don't have a clue where your father is, and I don't particularly care either. Now get out of my sight." She turned back to her food, and Sirius barely restrained himself from hitting her.

Regulus, who had looked exceedingly bored with all of the proceedings, now eyed his elder brother with a look of interest. "What do you want to see father for?" he asked smoothly.

Sirius' eyes narrowed as he looked back at his brother. "Why do you care?" he asked coldly.

"Oh I really don't, just curious is all, as to what's put you in such a temper tantrum now. Lost something of value?" he asked blithely. Sirius wasn't aware of throwing a chair aside in his haste to make it around the table to his brother; didn't recall grabbing Regulus by the collar of shirt the way he himself had been grabbed so many times and throwing him down onto the table.

"Tell me where the fuck he is you bastard…tell me right the fuck now or I swear to god I'll rip your motherfucking throat out right here," Sirius growled, and felt a stab of righteous pleasure at the frightened look in his brother's eyes.

"Let go of me!" Regulus spat back, trying to throw his brother off of him as Wallburga screamed at the pair of them and the maids and servants ran pell-mell around the room, trying to get away and still look as though they were following orders. One tried half-heartedly to pull Sirius away from Regulus, but with little success.

Sirius lifted his brother a few inches off the table before slamming him back into it. "Where is he!?"

"Fuck you!"

"Fuck yourself! TELL ME!!" Sirius bellowed, and there was such ferocity in his eyes, that Regulus felt his bravado crumble.

"In his study," he whispered, barely audible over his mother's continued screams. A plate shattered next to them; Wallburga had sunk to throwing the expensive china at her sons in an attempt to break them apart. "He took…him. He knows."

It was a vague answer, but Sirius didn't have to bully the meaning out of his brother. He knew exactly what he was talking about. Letting go and dodging the bowl of soup his mother threw in his general direction, he nodded grimly to Regulus in thanks, his brother merely grimacing and rubbing his abused throat.

Soon, the sounds of chaos from the dining room faded, and the closer Sirius got to his father's study, the more he began to feel the fear tightening in his chest. He knew his father didn't have a conscience, and felt his heart leap into his throat as he imagined what the sonofabitch had done to his lover. And as he made his way closer and closer to that elaborately carved door with its handsomely paneled room inside, he felt his mind cluttering with horrid thoughts of what the sadistic man who he called father could've done to his Remus. What if his father had sent Remus away? What if he had hurt the boy in some way? What if Remus was…?

Sirius refused to think the word in his mind. The thought of having to wake up every day for the rest of his life and not see those gorgeously exotic amber eyes smiling back at him, or be unable to fall asleep, exhausted and sated, with that lithe, perfect body in his arms filled him with a depression blacker than his surname and more twisted than his father's heart. He would see Remus again. He knew it. He believed it. He would make it true or he'd die trying.

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Remus Lupin sighed, stretching luxuriously in the rich, sumptuous bedclothes of his lover's bed. It seemed unreal to him that mere months ago, he was so severely depressed he no longer felt the will to live and that one boy and his love and body could change that into making him feel more alive than he'd ever been before. Smiling, as he was wont to do whenever he thought of Sirius, Remus rolled over and closed his eyes. Maybe he could snatch a few minutes of sleep before the dark-haired boy returned with food for them.

It seemed like he had just closed his eyes to the bliss of unconscious sleep, when Remus felt rough, unforgiving hands dressing him. His thoughts flashed to Sirius, but then, as reason caught up with him, he realized that Sirius would never be covering his body so forcefully, if at all. His eyes snapped open, but he couldn't see anything. "What's going-?" he began, but a sharp blow to the side of the head silenced him, and once more, Remus was falling into the black oblivion of nothingness.

When he awoke again, opening his eyes groggily, through the haze of throbbing pain over his left temple, he found he could see this time, and took in the horrifyingly familiar mahogany paneled walls around him. "Finally awake, then, are we?" sneered a cold, humourless voice from somewhere behind Remus. He didn't even have to see the man's face to know who had taken him. The only question was…why had he been taken? "I suppose you're wondering why you're here, then?" said that same voice. Remus remained silent, terrified to speak lest he be beaten. "Answer me you filth!"

The loud sound of Orion Black's hand, balled into a fist, connecting with Remus' jaw, was like a gunshot in the silent room. Staring hard at hands that were clenched and bound together in his lap, Remus forced the tears down. "Yes, sir," he replied tonelessly. "I was wondering."

Orion strode around the chair, a hard, unforgiving wooden edition, where Remus was bound snugly, and the heels of his expensive shoes clicked on the polished, impeccable floor of his study. "Well then perhaps you aren't as stupid as you look… I'll tell you why you're here, as soon as you answer me one thing." He paused, and Remus kept his silence. "Do you love him you disgusting, worthless piece of shit?"

Remus couldn't help the tears that sprang to his eyes and slid, against his will, down the perfection of his cheeks, across the darkening spot where Orion had punched him. "Yes," he breathed softly. "I love him."

Orion's face loomed before his own, and Remus stared with unadulterated hate at this man who'd made his lover's life so unnecessarily hard, the man who'd loathed Sirius so perfectly, utterly and completely. "And do you honestly believe that worthless son such as him could ever love you back?"

Remus opened his mouth to speak, but paused. The honest answer was yes, he knew Sirius loved him, but did he want to admit that to this imitation of a man? "Sirius is no son of yours," he said quietly, glaring hard into those storming, roiling dark eyes. He hadn't meant to say the words, and knew the second they were out of his mouth that he would regret saying them. And indeed he did.

Sirius' father's fist connected brutally with his face again, and Remus felt sure his nose had been broken, judging by the sickening crunch he heard and the flash of white-hot pain that erupted upon impact. Blood poured down his face, into his mouth, mingling with the tracks of his tears and spraying across the air as his head whipped to one side. He didn't make a sound though, determined, as he had been the last time, not to give Orion Black the pleasure of hearing his pain. "You're an insolent little bastard," Orion spat, rubbing his knuckles gently. "I never should have paid a penny for you…you certainly weren't worth it."

Remus' jaw clenched, but he kept his mouth shut, not wanting another blow, hoping and praying that Sirius would find him and save him.

"What's this; nothing to say my mouthy little bitch? Tsk tsk… I think my abomination of a son would be disappointed in you…after all, you didn't have any problems talking to him as he fucked you." Rage, burning even hotter and brighter inside him than the shattering of his nasal bones had, blinded Remus, and had he not been bound to the chair, he would have lashed out at Orion.

Instead, he forced himself to speak through shaking lips, forcing the words he knew would enrage the man before him from his lips, even though a large part of his brain told him not to. "You're just jealous, you pathetic old man, because no one could ever make you feel that way. I'll bet not even your wife fucked well enough to make you scream, did she?" The resulting blow to his stomach had Remus doubled up in pain, unable to gasp a breath for several heart stopping moments, but he felt a sick sense of satisfaction, because he knew the comment had stung his adversary as much as the pain stung him now.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson, you little fuck," Orion snapped coldly, in a restricted voice. "I'll show you what it means to scream." Remus felt a trickle of fear slide down his spine, which only intensified as he felt Orion undoing the bindings that held him to his chair.

Once he was free of the ropes, Orion grabbed him by the back of his shirt and forced him into a standing position. "I told you once I would fuck you around, boy, but you just couldn't fucking listen…and now you're going to have to pay the price." He dragged Remus around his behemoth of a desk, forcefully bending him over the edge and Remus was almost choking on his fear now, raw and tangible as it was.

He heard the ominous chink of metal scraping together and heard the man's belt drop to the floor. He then felt hands, rough and unloving and completely unlike his Sirius, tugging mercilessly against the clothes he'd been hastily dressed in. Remus tried to fight Orion off of himself, but his head was drawn back and something sharper than a razor blade was pressed against his throat. "Don't make me do something you'll regret," he whispered maliciously in Remus' ear, increasing the pressure of the sharp object on the sandy-haired youth's throat so that Remus felt a thin trickle of blood snake down the pale column of his neck.

The razor-edged object was kept there, just barely kissing the smooth expanse of his skin, as Orion reached around and undid the fastenings on Remus' pants and they puddled around his feet. His buttocks were exposed, white and luminous to the air, and Remus swallowed, resigned to his fate and just wanting it over as soon as possible.

There was the gentle rustle of cloth as Orion's pants slipped from his hips to the floor, and Remus gagged silently as he felt the thick head of a phallus probing the puckered ring of muscles around his opening. His nausea spiked horribly as the hard length of cock pushed harder against him and Orion whispered, his breath hot and bothersome in Remus' ear, "I just know you're going to love it when I fuck you…" And just as Remus wished he could die, the door burst open, almost exploding off its hinges, and there stood Sirius, looking furious and shocked in equal amounts.

Remus' heart soared and hope filled his chest. He was saved.

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Sirius felt as though he was dying. There was no other way to describe the way his heart plummeted to his toes and how what little hope he'd held onto evaporated. But then Remus looked up at him, his amber eyes shining despite the blood that congealed, thick and sticky on his face, and there was such a look of mute adoration in those eyes he loved more than almost anything else, that Sirius felt hope return, stronger than ever, and his heart rose up into his throat.

"Get away from him," he said darkly, his voice loud and ringing and authoritative, as it had never been before.

Orion looked up, his mouth twisting into a taut leer at the sight of his elder son. "Come to see the show, Sirius?" The dark-haired boy growled and made to lunge at his father, but came up short, as the man forced Remus into a standing position, using him as a shield, the long, dangerous blade of a lethal-looking letter opener pressed to his throat. "Don't think I won't do it," Orion spat, all trace of humour gone. "I'll cut it's filthy throat right here and you can watch it fucking bleed to death if you want."

"Let him go," Sirius said, his voice tight as he tried to reign in his emotions. He needed a clear head to think out how he was going to get both Remus and himself out of this alive and well.

"But he's ever so delightful to hang on to," Orion hissed, reaching around Remus' front to fondle him. Sirius clenched his hands and breathed deeply to prevent himself flying at his father and trying to beat him senseless like his brain was roaring at him to do.

Remus, however, knew what he had to do, and took advantage of the fact Sirius' father was behind him to mouth instructions he hoped his lover would be able to decipher. 'On three,' he mouthed, holding three fingers against his stomach, 'I'm going to elbow him,' he brushed his elbow and jabbed his thumb backward to indicate Orion, who was smirking now, 'and you come at him.' Remus then pointed to Sirius and made motions that he should come forward.

Sirius gave the tiniest of nods, to convey that he understood, and knew that he had to keep his father distracted. "You're a sick son of a bitch, y'know that?' Sirius growled, glaring at his father, but watching Remus out his peripherals.

The thin youth held up one finger, mouthing 'One' silently, and had barely gotten his second finger up when Orion gave a singularly humorless laugh and said, "I'm almost surprised that you haven't figured it out yet Sirius."

Sirius, caught off guard, now looked at his father fully. "Figured what out?' he spat.

Orion laughed again, his head lolling back with his mirth. "Better to be a son of a bitch than a son of a whore." Sirius' brows came together and he opened his mouth, but Orion answered his question before it was asked. "Even this little piece of shit had it right… You're no son of mine."

Sirius felt as though he'd been punched and suddenly, everything, every last particle of his life seemed to clunk into place in his mind. "Uncle…Uncle Alphard…" he stuttered, his shock rendering him incoherent.

"Yes," Orion sneered. "Your dear, loving Uncle Alphard; my perfect brother," he spat the last word as though it was something distasteful in his mouth. "It was he who sired you, he who slept with my wife! Oh, but him being the noble, honourable son he was…who would believe me when I claimed to know the truth, next to him? But I knew…I always knew… From the moment you were born I knew what you were. A traitor, and an usurper of everything that was mine, everything that I had gained for myself! It was my brother's way of getting his hands on my fortune, the fortune I'd made for myself, I knew… But it was me who won in the end. After he had his little 'accident' with only three daughters and no male heir, finally, my turn at glory had come. I produced the rightful heir to the Black riches; I made sure my greedy brother was out of the way forever… And I will let you ruin the reputation I've worked so hard to build no more than I would let him." Orion was panting, almost foaming at the mouth after his little tirade, and he looked quite demented.

"You killed him!" Sirius roared, outrage and anger building to a frenzied crescendo inside him. "He was your brother and you killed him!"

"Don't flatter me," Orion growled. "I tried to kill him, but as always, he beat me to it. The fool went and got himself killed. Not that I'm complaining."

"You're crazy," Sirius said softly, shaking his head in disbelief as though he'd never properly before seen his father. "You're fucking crazy…"

Orion Black grinned and looked madder than ever, a manic gleam in his eyes, his chest heaving with tangible excitement. "Poor people are crazy, Sirius… I'm eccentric." His smile flickered out. "Now get ready to watch your little fuck buddy die."

"Three!" Remus yelled, snapping Sirius back into himself, his lover's plan rushing to the fore of his mind. The sandy-haired youth sank his elbow as hard as he could into Orion's stomach, hearing the satisfying 'oof!' as he lost his breath, and ducked out from under his arms as Sirius rushed at him.

There was a struggle, and Remus felt his heart leap into his throat, almost choking him as the worst scenarios flashed in his mind's eye, but then Sirius was standing there, pointing the letter-opener at the man he'd called father, both panting.

Orion laughed again. "You haven't got it in you, boy…" Sirius' jaw clenched as all the memories of his broken and dysfunctional childhood flashed before his eyes, the blood pounding adrenaline and rage through his head. "You want to kill me?" Orion whispered, no trace of fear on his almost-handsome face. "Here I stand." His arms went wide and Sirius felt a savage urge to plunge the blade he held in to the hilt in his father's black heart.

Instead, his hand, still clutching the letter-opener, sank to thigh-level. "I won't give you the satisfaction," Sirius said levelly. "Because I'm nothing, nothing, like you." He turned his back, sure that his father would come at him the moment he did so, but when no attack came, he merely took Remus' hand in his own, and pulled his lover from the room.

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"Ah, ah…ah! AH!" Remus screamed, feeling his orgasm rip through him forcefully as Sirius, swearing colourfully, came in the depths of his asshole.

The pair collapsed in sweaty completion on the rough sheets, panting and trying to bring their heartbeats back into the realm of normalcy. "Mmm, I don't know how, but that was by far the best time yet," Sirius murmured, pressing his lips into Remus' neck.

Remus smiled, stroking his lover's hair. "Agreed," he breathed. Silence billowed comfortably between the two as they lay entwined on the thin bed. "I can't believe I'm actually here," Remus said after several long minutes.

Sirius smiled at the well-worn phrase. "And as I've told you at least a hundred thousand times my love, believe it, because it's real."

Remus grinned. It had been almost a year since they'd left the Black mansion under the cover of night. They hadn't told a soul where they were going, and even if they had been stopped, they wouldn't have been able to give an answer, as they really hadn't known.

With only a small bag of gold, the clothes on their backs, a smattering of chocolate croissants and each other, they'd headed out into the darkness and now, one year later, they had their small yet homey cottage with its shabby furniture and vague smell of dog. It wasn't much by any standards, but it was theirs, and they were young and free with the future laid out ahead of them to do with as they pleased.

Remus Lupin wanted to cry. Everything he'd ever dreamed about, every wish he'd ever had, and every secret hope he'd cherished through the darkness in his life, had come true in the form of the youth lying beside him, holding him close to his chest.

"I love you Sirius," he whispered in a constricted voice as the night deepened beyond their windows, racing towards the frail light of morning.

"I love you too, Remus," Sirius replied sleepily.

And as Remus felt his exhaustion rolling over him, inviting in the blissful forgetfulness of sleep, he smiled. It was still rather hard to believe, but…he was free…never to be bought or sold or collared again.

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Author's Note: so this turned out WAY different than I had first intended it to, and is currently thirty-three pages, when I only ever saw it reaching to maybe five. LMAO, funny ol' world, isn't it? Anyhooters, this is PROBABLY going to be split up into two or three bits (because as I said, it's RIDONKULUSLY huge) so…yeah! It'll be posted as soon as I get my Internet back (which could be days, weeks, or months from now) but…at least it's done and no longer haunting my every waking moment. Heh… Drop me a review? Cheers!!