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This had meant to be easy, just scout out some of the death eater safe houses and report back to the order with information. Remus had hated the idea of course, Well, he never said it as much but you could tell with that look in his eyes and his tense shoulders. Sirius had just given him a flash of his smile and told him it would be fine. Like some dashing prince with a head in his clouds. Of course the universe would work against him to make sure he was wrong. Fuck the universe. He'd been creeping though an empty house as quiet as he could, he'd seen some people come into this place, but never go out. Was it some meeting place or an portkey entrance? The smart thing to would have been to report back with the news but Sirius had to know if only for his own sake, besides Sirius so rarely did the smart thing.

Which is how he ended up getting pounced by three death eaters. He did'nt recolonize them, perhaps they were a lower level then the ones he could name. He never even had a chance to go for his wand before they were on him. The spell hitting him and he crumbled too the floor. Then it was black for a really long time. He blinked a few times before he regained some resemble of thought. It was on a filthy bed. His hands tied before his back and black tape over his mouth, his eyes went wide as the entire situation dawned on him. The three that jumped him must haven't know who he was or did'nt know if he was worth killing. Which was good. The bad news was he was still in the worlds biggest airport in all of the death eater world. Someone would come who knew who he was, so he struggled, his hair wild and in his face. .

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What was bad news for Sirius was good news for the Death Eaters. Most specifically, in this case, good news for Barty, who had been lucky enough to be informed before any other of the major players.

Sirius looked good like this. The black tape around his head, over his mouth. Tight enough to hurt, he was sure, and a bitch to get out of his hair when it came to that, but it definitely looked good. His mouth had to be stuffed with something, judging by the way he strained against the tape. A good look on him, definitely.

Of course, the way his body was bent, hands to ankles, making sure his struggling wouldn't get him far added to the overall allure.

"Makes for a nice picture," Barty said by ways of greeting, approaching the bed and reaching down to stroke his fingers through Sirius' hair. "Nice place for a filthy blood traitor, too."

Sirius was pressing his tongue against the fabric in his mouth, trying to get it out as he struggled against the harsh rope before his entire body stilled at the sound of the others words. Oh god. He knew that voice. No. No. No.

Barty. Mother fucking Barty.

Sirius's head pulled away from that hand that was running though his hair, trying to get away or at the very least head butt the other or something. He felt sick at that touch. Why did he have to be so stupid? Sirius's words were muffed, really muffed against the fabric and the tape but it sounded like.

"Don't touch me. "

"Shh, Black. It's alright, not as bad as all that." Barty used his grip on Sirius' hair to force his head back, to pull him up so most of his weight was on his knees and his scalp and he caught Sirius' eyes, smiling calmly.

"If you complain this much already, how will you be able to whine more once I start doing things to you?"

For a while he just looked at him, his free hand smoothing the tape down more, to make sure to keep the sounds coming from him to a minimum. Then he let his fingers travel down his throat, his chest, until he was cupping his crotch through his pants.

"You really are awfully pretty, aren't you? Nice genes, if nothing else."

It really was as bad as all that. Some of them were just stupid, like the Malfoys. Barty was up there with the crazy ones. Along with Bella. The ones you don't want to be locked up with. A muffled sound of pain as his head was pulled back and his body followed him, kneeling on the bed. His eyes wide as he stared up at the other before trying to tug his head out of those hands.

And then they went even wider at the new info that Barty actually planned to do something to him in this tiny room instead of just handing him over.

He felt so..exposed and trapped as the other stared at him. He was trying to swear though the tape even as the other smoothed it down. Sirius tried to move away from those fingers as the ran down his pale flesh before suddenly there was a whine behind the tape as that hand cupped his crouch. He wanted that hand off, trying to get away.

Sirius was pretty, he'd gotten the perfect Black hair and the strong jawline. Certainly prettier then Regulus.

Naturally, the whine, the struggles, all of it only incensed Barty to keep going.

"You know, I'd say it almost seems a shame to hide such a pretty face behind that ugly tape, but I think I actually like the contrast." He suddenly pushed Sirius back on the bed, making sure he'd land on his back, trapping his arms under his own body. Barty put a hand on his chest to keep him pinned, catching his eyes once more.

"I think I'll leave ugly marks all over your body."

Sirius really should have thought though his tactics instead of making it go worse.

He fell back with a grunt but his hands were still tugging against the tape, Sirius's wrists getting more raw as he pressed against the there others hands, an angry look in his eyes now. No. He belonged to Remus. He refused to let this asshole touch him like that again. To mark him.

There were more swears coming from the muffled Black. Every dirty swear he'd ever come up with.

The thing was, gagged as he was, even the worst swear was little more than a pathetic noise. Hot, though, Barty had to admit, so he didn't mind it too much. This was why he preferred that gag to just silencing Sirius. Well, part of the reason. He did also like the look of the black tape across his face.

"Fierce, aren't you?" Barty pulled out his wand, used it to pretty much rip Sirius' shirt to shreds, leaving his upper body naked and bare. Exposed. He used one of his legs to keep Sirius down, while he ran the tip of his wand over Sirius' naked chest, brushing a nipple. "Won't do you any good, but I like it. I like it a lot."

It was nice to do Barty appreciated his captors handiwork. Sirius, for one, did'nt. Sirius eyes flicked to that wand, his head turned away from the spell as shirt went from rather nicely kept to total shreds and slipped off him. Sirius had always been blessed with a good body,he'd know that. Not to muscled but small and toned. Slender even with a light six pack that he'd never put much effort into, selective breding really worked for the Black family.

The wizard still pressed against the others leg as that want brush over his body. A body which betrayed him when that smooth wood ran over his nipple. His body not knowing the difference between rape and his sex games with Remus. There was an almost moan before it was cut off. He was praying the other was to caught up holding a conversation with the tied up wizard to notice.

"Oh, you bloody slut. You like this." No, Barty wasn't too caught up. He was watching for every little thing and movement coming from Sirius. He flicked the nipple first, then a muttered spell and sparks against his chest, just on the verge of being painful.

"Seems like we'll have even more fun than I thought." Barty smiled and then, quite sudden and hard, slapped Sirius across the face.

"I just hope I can still make you cry."

The sick thing was part of him did. Remus was great, perfect and loving. An amazing lover in his own right, after they got past the awarked figuring out what the hell gay sex was thing. But part him did love the..darker edge to things. Even if a larger part of him was yelling about how fucking wrong this was. Barty was about to rape him and he should not be moaning about that.

The spell blast against his chest and there was a rush of pain but there was almost a muffled moan, a little freer then the last one. Sirius told himself he did'nt just moan for Barty crouch Jr.

His eyes turn looked up at the other at his words before sudden that hand hit him. The same part of him liked that, it send sparks to his cock. Barty had to have done something with that spell, he told himself.

Angry eyes turned at that next statement, staring up at him.

"Don't look at me like that. Although, what am I saying? Look at me like that all you want. It's very appealing."

With that said, Barty made sure Sirius pants were little more than shreds as well, leaving him completely naked. Completely vulnerable, not even able to cover himself. Oh, he was rather intent on making him enjoy this. And he was intent on making him hate this. Making him hate himself for this. That was part of the fun, after all.

"What's your family's motto again? Ah, right. I remember." Those cryptic words were followed by Barty pressing his wand down on Sirius' chest and the tip starting to glow. The smell of charred flesh and blood followed as Barty started to write into Sirius' flesh.

He'd said he'd mark him.

It was sick. He couldn't do something that Barty hated. He just wanted it to end.

His pants feel off in the same way his shirt did. His semi-hard long thin cock resting against his tummy.Sirius wished he could cover it, hide the shame of it and cursed the fact his body couldn't tell the difference.

Always Pure was the Black family motto. The one he hated and lothed as a kid. For once this was'nt something his body wanted, in fact. Sirius screamed as the words were started to cut into his flesh. Blood dripping down his sides as his eyes closed.

Even his screams were kept quiet by the gag, just showing how little input he had on any of this. It certainly didn't stop Barty from completing his work, until the words stood out black and bloody along the edges against Sirius' so flawless skin. Always pure, although Barty had gone for the original French.

"Toujours pur," Barty read out loud, smiling down at Sirius, "Looks good on you, Black. Very good."

His wand now traced his cock, smiling down at him as he did so.

"You've been so well-behaved for me. I think you deserve a treat."

His cock had gone totally soft though the pain, even Sirius's kinks couldn't save it though the pain and the humiliation of having that fucking mantra carved into his skin. There were no tears though, he wasn't going to give in that easily yet. He could feel the blood cooling on his skin as he turned his head away from that smug fucking smile and so the other could'nt fucking see his face. He did'nt have to give him that pleasure.

His cock twitched at the feeling of that smooth wood running over it but he did'nt get hard again. Sirius was thinking of every dead thing he could in hopes it wouldn't.

Oh, Barty figured the tears might come soon enough, when Sirius realized that the same man who have carved the hated words into his skin was able to make him beg in order to get off. Just a question of time.

A question of skill. And Barty had enough of both. He slid off the bed and put his hands on Sirius' thighs, his legs still forced to bend by the way he was tied. Easy enough for him to go for Sirius' cock that way. And he did, same as he did everything. Without hesitation and intense focus, taking him in whole, tongue pressed against his length, suction along it as he waited for him to get hard.

Sirius was thinking of every thought that could make him stay soft, fucking Snape wearing a dress. Dead kittens. Regulus naked. Anything, even as his body fell back and his legs parted like the whore with his first client.

His eyes closed as he felt that warm mouth take all of him in at once. Remus never did that. Barty was such a contrast to Remus. Even pleasureable things had a darker edge to it. His cock was starting to get hard again, against his best efforts against it. His eyes stay straight up. If he does'nt see it. It won't be real. He can think it's Remus. Remus is sucking him off.

But Barty saw where Sirius eyes strayed and he backed away with a smile, his wand drawn.

"Morsmordre." The word is just whispered, but his Lord's sign appears above them sure enough, the skull and the snake moving against the ceiling, the green light shining through even with closed eyes. Making sure Sirius couldn't keep pretending to be anywhere else but here.

And that done, Barty just continued where he left off, taking Sirius into his mouth while he ran his nails down his thigh, leaving red streaks.

The green light shown though his eyelinds and he open his eyes. There was no way he could not think he was being sucked off by one of them. No. Not sucked off. Raped he had to keep telling himself that it did'nt matter how hard he was, that I was still rape. That he was till in the hands of someone who hated him.

That mouth went on his cock again, which was now straining and pulsing with life. Dispite all his words and his thought he would have hissed at those red streaks but his cock gave a little happy jumped at the pain. At the feeling at being utterly at someones will.

Seems like all the Blacks were fucked up after all.

He could feel how much Sirius really was enjoying it. Could feel it well enough to know just when to pull back, when to leave the man with nothing at all. Barty got up and looked down at him, letting his eyes drink in how the man had changed since he started this. Looking utterly debauched, his chest showing his family's motto, his cock hard and glistening with saliva and precum, illuminated by the green light from above.

Barty watched with a smile. He was in no hurry.

Sirius was panting hard though his nose when the other left him on the bed, his hips trying to follow that mouth for a moment before the flopped back to the bed. His eyes looking at Barty still with fear but his cock did'nt drop for a moment. His hair was a mess, precum was dripping onto his lower tummy and his legs were still spread from earlier.

He certainly did look like a trapped hard sex toy.

"A picture for your precious Order would be quite spectacular right now, don't you think?" Barty walked around him in a half-circle, eyes never leaving him. "Who would be most upset about it, you think? I hope you have a lover."

He laughed and touched Sirius' cock with his wand once more, muttering a spell and allowing for a thin piece of rope to wrap around the base, making sure to keep him erect. "Such a pretty piece of bait."

Oh god. A picture. No. It was a bad thing to suffer though this torture at the hands of Barty fucking Crouch but a picture? James. Lily. Remus, hell Andy would never look at him the same way again. He strugged again, clearly getting more angry.

In the back of his mind Sirius noted it was nice to know the Death Eaters actually new spells that were'nt the killing curse or harmful curses. Sirius glanced down at his cock and that rope holding him hard and he groaned, wearing at again at the other. "I'm not your pretty anything."

Of course, although Barty could guess at what Sirius was saying, his muttering was still as unintelligible as before and easy to ignore. He sure liked the sound of it though, that much was certain.

"Don't worry, Black. I'm not about to let you come any time soon. But I do think I'm going to use your little arse to get off myself. What do you think of that?"

What he thought of that was hell fucking no. It took him ages to let Remus fuck him. Ages he'd been sort of against the idea till he learned how good it felt. He was the top mainly. Always the top. He was'nt going to let some scummy god knows where it's been cock rape him.

He started to wiggled away, pushing back and throwing himself further away from the other man.

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