A/N: Darkslash again, and this part written by me. Warning for gratuitous snape-hurt...I can't help it, I love him getting bruised up :s Serious trigger warning - I'm really sorry I don't know why I write this stuff :p

Hate

Sirius left Remus on the bed, maybe sobbing, maybe pleading he didn't know. He almost didn't care. There was nothing in his head but a white hot streak of anger, a dull red thudding behind his eyes that followed the theme of 'mine mine mine.' Remus was his. His to take, his to use. The thought of Snivellus, even the thought... ugh. He couldn't stand it, he couldn't take it. Ugly creeping Snivellus taking what was his. And the thought of Remus' beautiful delicate voice sobbing out that name, any name but his, drove the anger forward.

Picture of trolls. Dancing. In tutus. He barely saw, he certainly didn't laugh, he just stormed back and forward, back and forward thinking: I need to see where Sniv- where Snape is waiting; I need to go to where Severus is waiting; I need to RIP HIM TO SHREDS.

He didn't think it would work. He wasn't really thinking at all but suddenly there it was. Through the red mist covering his eyes, the speeded up thud of his heart in his temples he saw the door opening. The room beyond was simple, a bed, a desk, some cushions, and a voice from the bed which said, uncertainly, "Remus?"

That voice, his voice, Snivellus' voice calling his Remus' name. He didn't even didn't bother to give any answer but instead flung himself across the room onto the bed to grab and hit wherever he could. Snape gave a gasp of mingled surprise and shock, Sirius's fists rained down on him, smashing his head into the pillow all he could hear was "Mine you cocksucking bastard, Remus is mine how the fuck did you dare..." And all he could think was 'Remus... why...'

He slipped then, crashing to the floor with a thud and Sirius on top of him. He needed his wand, couldn't find his wand and suddenly he realised that Sirius wasn't hitting him any more, but dragging at his clothes, ripping his shirt to pieces and Snape tried to fight back in earnest but Sirius was too strong, too big, Sirius had toned Quidditch players muscles, he was almost a Beater...

Snape started shouting, even though he knew the room was soundproof, that was why he used it in the first place. Sirius ripped his belt off, his mind too far gone, all he wanted to do now was hurt, hurt Snape so badly he'd never try anything again, he wanted Snape to feel sick each time he even looked at Remus. He smashed the belt down as hard as he could, Snape gave a cry as the ends cut into his shoulders and Sirius hissed in his ear, "Is this what you do to Remus? Is this what you've done? Do you know how it feels to be used?"

Of course he did. How did Sirius think he'd learnt to do what Remus liked? And he knew Remus liked it. But...why had Remus told Sirius? What was happening? And along with the feelings of hate and betrayal Snape was also beginning to feel a bit worried for Remus, Sirius was fucking mad, and somehow he managed to hiss back, "If you've hurt him in any way..."

"Hurt who?" Sirius snarled and grabbed at his hair and to pull it back brutally, and half-wondered why part of him, a hot dark deep-red part, was enjoying this even though it wasn't Remus. But he knew why, because Remus never fought back. And while Remus was beautiful and yielding, this had the beauty of vengeance and Snape was struggling so hard it was starting to turn him on. "Remus? Why the fuck would I hurt Remus?"

Snape gasped for air, his head pounding, he could feel himself bleeding somewhere and oh god oh god no Sirius was taking his trousers off, he could feel Sirius pressing against him and fuck he felt so hard, so big he thought: 'that's why Remus is so sore after.' and he gasped "Oh please, god, Merlin, please no."

"Shut up." Sirius slammed his fist into the marks left by the belt and Snape collapsed into the floor, panting and choaking for breath, biting his lip becuase he couldn't cry now not in front of Sirius. Sirius pulled his trousers off, threw them forward and then, half amazed that he wasn't freaking out for doing this, pulled Snape's hair back even further and pushed his thumb against his opening and hissed, "How tight are you Snivellus?"

Snape couldn't stop the tears leaking out then. Fuck he didn't want to cry, not like this. He just wanted to die now, with no Remus and Sirius more angry than ever.

Sirius pushed down slightly, Snape gave a desperate wail and then, suddenly, through the pain he noticed that Sirius's trousers were just to the left of him with Sirius's wand still in the back pocket. That was a chance and that gave him enough desperation to twist desperately and grab at the side of the trousers. Sirius's hand smashed down against the back of his head but Sirius hadn't realised what he was doing and the chance was still there.

Snape grabbed at the wand and shoved his arm bahind him yelling something, anything, any curse he could think of and Sirius screamed and fell backwards, grabbing at the side of his face. Snape twisted round, pulling at his trousers, and tried another curse. Ropes flew out the end of his wand, grabbing Sirius, pinning him to the floor. Snape jumped and now he was on top, Sirius squirming underneath, helpless.

"Well." Sirius said viciously, spitting in his face, "Going to fuck me like you did Lupin?"

Snape stepped back, feeling drained. Sirius lay quietly, hardly struggling, his face flushed. "Why should I bother." The sneer didn't quite work, he suddenly realised he was shaking.

Sirius didn't answer.

"He loves me you know." Snape said, and then blushed at the clumsy sounding words. Not just clumsy either, they sounded fake, because if Remus loved him why had he told Sirius? Why was it Sirius lying in front of him and not Remus?

Sirius gave a short gasping laugh. "Why would Remus love you? Why would Remus even bother with you?"

Snape stared at him. He wanted to hurt Sirius, to hurt him in the way that Sirius hurt Remus, that Sirius would have hurt him. But he felt nothing. Nothing at all. Just a cold grey stone that had dropped inside him like a leaded weight.

"I wouldn't take you if you were the last person standing." Snape said, managing the sneer this time.

Sirius said nothing.

"I do hope some one finds you before classes begin tomorrow." Snape continued heading for the door.

"Remus will."

He paused at that, ever so slightly, before exiting the room quickly and slamming the door behind him.

A/N: Hope that wasn't too much for most people - I swear I'm never happy unless all my characters are miserable. There is no more of this little arc actually written - do people want any more? Or should I concentrate on other and more stories of lovely dark slash-ness.

Review would be greatly appreciated as always :)