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It started innocently enough. Or perhaps it had never been innocent at all.

Sirius Black first noticed something different about James Potter three weeks ago. They were in the Gryffindor common room, studying for Defense Against the Dark Arts, when James stretched his arms above his head and yawned. His jumper rode up, revealing a sliver of toned stomach, and Sirius's eyes caught on the waistband of James's trousers.

There was a bulge there. A significant one. Even soft, James filled out his pants in a way that made Sirius's mouth go dry.

"See something you like, Padfoot?" James asked, his voice casual, his eyes sharp.

Sirius looked away quickly, his cheeks blushing. "Don't be stupid, Prongs. I Just spaced out."

James smiled a slow, knowing curve on his lips and let his arms drop. But the image stayed with Sirius. The heavy outline. The promise of something massive hidden beneath the pants.

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The teasing escalated over the following days.

James seemed to find every opportunity to brush past Sirius, in the crowded hallway between classes, his hip would "accidentally" graze Sirius's thigh, the hard bulge of his cock pressing insistently through the school rope. In the Quidditch locker room, he would stand too close while changing, his naked tone muscle chest body radiating heat, the scent of clean male musk filling Sirius's lungs.

"Sorry, Padfoot." James would murmur, not sounding sorry at all, his hazel eyes dark with something Sirius didn't want to name. "Tight space."

Sirius would laugh it off, shove James playfully, pretend his own cock wasn't stirring in his pants. Pretend he hadn't started watching James with a hunger that frightened him.

Sirius was dating no one. He had never been interested in anyone at Hogwarts, not seriously. But now he found his gaze drifting to James constantly. To his broad shoulders. To the way his trousers strained across his groin. To the knowing smirk that suggested James knew exactly what he was doing.

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The shower incident happened on a Tuesday.

Sirius was at the sink, washing his face after a morning walk around the black lake, inside the Hogwarts area, when the bathroom door opened and James walked out completely naked, a towel draped casually over his shoulder rather than wrapped around his waist.

Water droplets clung to his skin, tracing paths down his muscular chest, over his defined abs, following the dark trail of hair that led from his navel to…

Sirius's breath caught. His eyes widened. His mouth fell open.

James's cock was enormous. Even soft, it hung heavy and thick between his legs, the length impressive, the girth daunting. It swayed slightly as James walked, the head partially sheathed in foreskin, the veins already prominent along the shaft.

"Oh." James said, stopping directly in front of Sirius, making no move to cover himself. "Didn't know you were in here, Padfoot. Hope you don't mind."

Sirius couldn't speak. He couldn't look away. His own cock was hardening rapidly in his trousers, straining against the fabric, and he knew James could see it. Could see the effect he was having.

"You're..." Sirius started, his voice cracking. He swallowed hard. "You're really... huge."

James's smirk widened. He reached down and adjusted himself casually, his hand wrapping around his thick cock and giving it a slow stroke. It twitched, beginning to fill, growing even larger, heavier.

"Yeah?" James asked, his voice dropping to a husky register. "You like what you see?"

Sirius's mouth was watering. He wanted to drop to his knees. He wanted to taste it. He wanted to feel that massive weight on his tongue, wanted to know if he could even wrap his lips around something so monstrous.

Instead, he forced a laugh and turned away, his hands trembling as he gripped the sink. "Don't flatter yourself, Prongs. I've seen better."

"Have you?" James asked, stepping closer, close enough that Sirius could feel the heat radiating from his naked body. "Because you seem pretty interested. Your mouth is open, Padfoot. You look hungry."

"Fuck off." Sirius snapped, pushing past him, his face burning. "Put some clothes on James, you stupid exhibitionist."

He fled the bathroom, his heart hammering, his cock aching, and didn't stop until he reached their dormitory room, fortunately it was empty at the moment and pressed his forehead against the cool wood, trying to calm his racing pulse.

He was hard. So hard it hurt. And all he could think about was James's massive cock, swinging heavily between his legs, growing thicker with every stroke of his hand.

"Merlin." Sirius whispered, his hand moving to his own erection, smaller and inadequate in his grip. "What is happening with me?”

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Then James's jealousy came next.

Sirius had always been closer to Remus than he was to James, in some ways. Remus understood him. Remus was gentle and patient and kind. They spent hours together, studying in the library, walking by the lake, talking about their abusive parents, talking about Remus's werewolf problem, talking about everything and nothing.

James watched them with narrowed eyes.

"You're always with Remus now." James observed one evening, his voice deceptively casual as he watched Sirius prepare to meet Remus for a midnight stroll around the castle.

"He's my friend." Sirius said, shrugging into his cloak. "Just like you are."

"Not like me." James said softly, his eyes dark. "I'm not your friend, Sirius. Not just your friend. You know that."

Sirius's breath hitched. He looked at James and really looked at him and saw the hunger there. The possessiveness. The desire that mirrored his own.

"I don't know what you mean." Sirius lied, his voice unsteady.

James stood up, crossing the room in three long strides. He stopped inches from Sirius, close enough that Sirius could smell his cologne, could feel the heat of his body.

"Yes, you do." James murmured, his hand coming up to cup Sirius's jaw, his thumb brushing over Sirius's lower lip. "You know exactly what I mean. You've been looking at me for weeks. Your mouth waters every time you see me. You want this, Sirius. You want me."

Sirius shoved him away, his heart hammering. "You're delusional. I'm going to meet Remus."

He fled, but he could feel James's eyes on him the entire way down the stairs, burning into his back.

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Sirius had been avoiding James, throwing himself into his friendship with Remus with desperate intensity. They were closer than ever sitting too close, touching too often, sharing secrets in whispered voices. Sirius told himself it was because Remus was his best friend. He told himself it had nothing to do with trying to escape the hunger James had awakened in him.

He told himself he wasn't using Remus as a shield.

But then James found him alone in the empty classroom on the fifth floor, where Sirius had retreated to escape the tension, to catch his breath, to try to forget the image of James's massive cock swinging heavily between his legs.

"There you are, Padfoot." James said, closing the door behind him and locking it with a flick of his wand. "Hiding from me."

"I'm not hiding." Sirius said, his voice steadier than he felt. "I just wanted some privacy."

"You've been avoiding me," James accused, crossing the room slowly, predatory. "Ever since you saw me. Ever since you realized what I have. You're scared of how much you want it."

"I'm not scared of anything." Sirius lied, backing up until his back hit the wall. "And I don't want anything from you, Prongs. We're friends. That's all.”

"Friends?" James laughed, stopping directly in front of him, close enough that Sirius could feel the heat radiating from his body. "Is that why you're hard right now? Is that why your pupils are blown wide? Is that why your mouth keeps falling open like you want something inside it?"

Sirius gasped as James pressed against him, his thigh sliding between Sirius's legs, pressing against the erection Sirius couldn't hide.

"You're hard." James observed, his voice dropping to a growl. "You're hard for me. You've been hard, for me for weeks. And I've been patient, Sirius. I've been teasing you, showing you what you could have, waiting for you to admit it. But now you're running to Remus, throwing yourself at him like he's going to protect you from me taking what I really want."

"James, stop-" Sirius started, but James cut him off with a hand over his mouth.

"No," James said firmly. "No more running. No more pretending. You're going to take what I've been offering. You're going to find out exactly how big I am. And then you're going to admit that you've been dreaming about this."

He removed his hand, but before Sirius could speak, James was unbuttoning his trousers, freeing his cock, that massive, thick monster that Sirius had been obsessing over for weeks. It sprang free, heavy and veined, already fully hard and leaking at the tip, the head flushed dark and obscene.

Sirius's mouth watered. He couldn't help it. He couldn't look away.

"On your knees." James commanded, his hand wrapping around his own shaft and stroking slowly. "Suck it. Show me how hungry you are."

Sirius should have said no. Should have pushed him away, should have run like he had before. But his body was moving of its own accord, his knees hitting the floor, his hands reaching out to touch James cock.

It was heavy. So heavy. He needed both hands to hold it, to stroke it, and even then his fingers couldn't close around the girth. He looked up at James, his gray eyes wide, his lips parted.

"Too huge?" James asked, smirking down at him, his hand petting Sirius's hair. "Scared you can't take it?"

Sirius didn't answer. He leaned forward and wrapped his lips around the head, his jaw stretching wide, his tongue finding the slit and tasting the bitter salt of James's pre cum.

James groaned, his hips bucking forward involuntarily. "Fuck. Yes. That's it. Take more. Take as much as you can, Sirius."

Sirius tried. He relaxed his jaw, trying to take more of that massive length into his mouth, but it was impossible. James was too thick, too long. Sirius could only fit a few inches before the cock head hitting his back throat, his gag reflex triggering, his eyes watering.

Sirius pulled back, gasping, saliva dripping from his chin. "I can't…James. You're too big…I can't-"

"Suck it again." James commanded, his hand fisting in Sirius's hair, holding him in place. "Open your mouth. Take it deeper. I want to feel you gag on my cock. I want to see your tears."

Sirius obeyed, leaning forward again, taking James's huge cock back into his mouth. He tried to relax, tried to breathe through his nose, but James wasn't patient. James thrust forward, pushing deeper, hitting the back of Sirius's throat, making him gag and choke.

"That's it." James groaned, his hips snapping forward, fucking Sirius's mouth with shallow thrusts. "Gag for me. Choke on it. Show me how much you struggle. Show me how much bigger I am than anything you've ever had in your mouth."

Sirius's hands came up to push against James's thighs, trying to slow him down, but James was too strong. He held Sirius in place, his cock filling Sirius's mouth completely, the head pressing against Sirius's throat, cutting off his air.

Sirius's tears streamed down his face. His nose was running. He was choking, gagging, his throat convulsing around James's massive cock intrusion, and James was groaning above him, his head thrown back, his hips moving faster.

"So tight." James grunted. "Your throat is so fucking tight. Struggling around my cock. Can't take it, can you? Can't take a real man's cock."

Sirius couldn't answer. Couldn't breathe. He was dizzy, his vision spiralling, his throat sore from the abuse. But his own cock was hard, throbbing in his trousers, desperate for a touch. The degradation, the struggle, the sheer size of what James was forcing on him, it was overwhelming, humiliating, and impossibly arousing.

"I'm going to come." James warned, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Going to fill your throat with my load. Swallow it all. Take every drop of my cum.”

Sirius tried to pull back, panic rising in his chest, but James held him firm, his cock buried deep in Sirius's throat as he groaned long and low and spilled his release.

It was too much. Too thick, too fast, too deep. Sirius choked, cum spilling from the corners of his mouth, dripping down his chin, filling his throat. He swallowed convulsively, trying to take it, trying not to drown, but James kept coming, pulse after pulse of hot seed flooding Sirius's mouth.

When James finally pulled back, his cock sliding free with a wet sound, Sirius collapsed forward, gasping, coughing, cum dripping from his lips onto the floor. His throat ached. His jaw felt dislocated. His eyes were swollen from crying.

James tucked himself back into his trousers, his expression satisfied, smug. "Good boy, Sirius." he murmured, petting Sirius's hair. "You took it well. For a first timer."

Sirius looked up at him, his gray eyes wide and terrified, his heart hammering. What had he done? He had just sucked off his best friend. He had choked on his massive cock. He had swallowed his cum.

And Sirius had loved it.

Panic surged through him. He scrambled to his feet, shoving past James, his hands shaking as he wiped his mouth.

"Sirius-" James started, reaching for him.

"Don't!" Sirius snapped, his voice breaking. "Don't touch me. I- I can't- this was a mistake!"

He ran. He ran from the classroom, from James, from the overwhelming reality of what he had just done and how much he had enjoyed it. His throat burned. He could still taste James on his tongue, bitter and salty and overwhelming.

He needed air. He needed to think. He needed-

Sirius rounded a corner and crashed directly into someone, sending them both stumbling backward.

"Sirius?" Remus's voice, gentle and concerned. "Sirius, what's wrong? You're crying. What happened?"

Sirius looked at him, at Remus, sweet and gentle and safe, with his kind amber eyes and his soft smile and something broke inside him. He couldn't tell him. Could never tell him. But he wouldn't go back to James either. Not now. Not when his body was still humming with pleasure, his throat still aching from being used.

"I need-" Sirius started, his voice hoarse. "I just need to get some fresh air after reading a letter from my mother.” He lied.

"Do you want to talk about it? I'm always here to listen to you. You can tell me anything, Sirius." Remus promised, his hand reaching out to touch Sirius's arm, his touch warm and comforting.

“It's okay. Thank you, Remus.” Sirius said with a smile as he looked at Remus' concerned face, “Just having you beside me, makes me feel better.”

Remus' heart quickened when he heard Sirius saying that. He has always had a soft spot for Sirius inside his heart. Sirius has always been so beautiful. He doesn't know how someone like Sirius, who is popular, charming and sweet, wanted to be friends with someone like him.

He is just a nobody. He has dirty blood inside of him. He is a filthy werewolf. Everyone else would feel disgusted and scared when they know about his secret of being a werewolf, but Sirius is not like that. He accepted him for who he is.

That's what makes Remus fall in love with Sirius.

Looking around to see if there is anyone nearby, Remus thinks this is the perfect opportunity to confess his love to Sirius and ask him to be his boyfriend.

Remus's hands trembled as he reached for Sirius fingers, his heart hammering against his ribs like a caged bird desperate for escape.

"Sirius." Remus whispered, his voice cracking with vulnerability. "I've been wanting to tell you something for so long."

Sirius turned, his gray eyes softening as they always did when he looked at Remus. That gentle expression, the one that had carried Remus through countless full moons, through the isolation of his condition, through every dark thought that crept in during the witching hour made Remus's breath hitch.

"What is it, Moony?" Sirius asked, his thumb brushing over Remus's knuckles.

"I love you." Remus confessed, the words tumbling out like a dam breaking. "Not just as a friend. I love you, Sirius. I have been for years. I want to be with you. I want to be your boyfriend. Please. Please, Sirius say yes?”

Sirius' eyes widened, his face flushing with pinkish at the sudden confession from Remus. “I- Remus- I- You- Really?” he stammered.

"Yes." Remus said, grabbing Sirius's hands, holding them tight. "Please be with me. Be my boyfriend. I love you.”

Sirius looks at the begging Remus and reconsiders his decision. Remus is a good person. He likes spending time with Remus too. Maybe accepting being Remus would make him forget about James. He needed a barrier between himself and James. He needed something to stop the hunger that James had awakened, the desperate craving for that massive cock that he knew would destroy him if he let it.

And maybe he can learn to love Remus along the way.

Sirius smiled that radiant, beautiful smile that had always made Remus's heart skip. "Yes." he whispered. "Yes, of course. I've loved you too, Remus. Yes, I'll be your boyfriend."

Remus pulled Sirius into his arms, holding him close, and Sirius buried his face in Remus's neck, breathing in his scent, the smell of parchment and moonlight and safety.

Their first kiss was tender, sweet, everything Remus had dreamed of during lonely nights. Sirius tasted like midnight and possibility, his lips soft and eager against Remus's. When they finally pulled apart, breathless and grinning like fools, Remus felt whole for the first time in his life.

But even as Remus held him, even as Sirius clung to his new boyfriend, his savior, his shield, he could still taste James on his tongue.

And he knew, with a sinking certainty, that James would never let him go.

"I'll take care of you." Remus promised, pressing their foreheads together. "Always, Sirius. I'll always be here for you.”

What they didn't see was the shadow that detached itself from the corner of the corridor, the burning hazel eyes filled with possessive rage was James Potter slipping silently down the corridor staircase.

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James couldn't sleep. He laid at his four foster beds inside their shared dormitory room, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, his mind replaying the scene he'd witnessed over and over like looking at a horrific pensieve memory he couldn't escape.

His Sirius.

James had loved Sirius for years with a ferocity that scared him. Sirius with his wild beauty, his reckless laughter, his unwavering loyalty. James had convinced himself that he was content being Sirius's best friend, his brother in all but blood, but seeing him with Remus watching those pale hands touch what James had considered as his possession ignited something dark and hungry in his chest.

"Sirius doesn't know what he wants." James muttered to himself, staring into the Gryffindor dorm ceiling. He ran a hand through his messy black hair, noting his own broad shoulders, the way his Quidditch training had sculpted his body into something powerful and commanding. "Sirius is just confused. He needs someone who can really take care of him. Someone strong. Someone like me. Not Remus."

The plan formed like poison crystallizing in his mind.

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The sheets smelled like sandalwood and rain, Remus's scent. Sirius lay tangled in them, naked and flushed, his chest heaving with the pretense of satisfaction. Remus's arm was draped over his waist, heavy and warm, the werewolf's breath soft against his neck as he drifted into post-coital sleep.

Sirius waited until the breathing evened out. Until he was certain Remus was deep in dreams. Then, slowly, carefully, he slid his hand beneath the covers and between his thighs.

His fingers found his hole, still slick from Remus's careful preparation, too careful, too gentle, like Sirius was made of glass that might shatter. Remus had fucked him with maddening tenderness, whispering sweet nothings while Sirius bit his lip and moaned on cue, his mind a thousand miles away.

To an empty classroom on the fifth floor. To the rough hands gripping his hair. To a cock that had stretched his throat until his eyes watered and his jaw ached for days after.

James.

Sirius pushed two fingers inside himself, biting down on his own knuckle to stifle the gasp. He was still loose from Remus, open and wet, but it wasn't enough. It was never enough. He closed his eyes and imagined it was James's thick cock splitting him open instead, brutal, relentless, the way James had taken his mouth that night before everything changed.

"Fuck." Sirius whispered into the darkness, working his fingers deeper, angling for the spot that Remus had missed in his cautious thrusting.

He remembered the weight of James's cock on his tongue, heavy, veined, impossibly huge. The way James had gripped his hair and thrust without warning, using Sirius's mouth like a toy. The shame had burned so hot it felt like pride. The tears streamed down his face as James held him there, balls-deep, until Sirius's vision blurred at the edges.

And when James had finally come, it had flooded his throat in thick pulses that Sirius had no choice but to swallow, choking and gagging around the cock still lodged in his mouth.

"That's it, you filthy slut," Sirius imagined James growling, dragging his cock out slowly just to shove it back in as he was fingering his hole. "Take it. Take every fucking drop."

Sirius's cock twitched against his stomach, leaking pre-come onto his skin. He added a third finger, fucking himself roughly now, no longer caring if the bed creaked. Remus slept on, oblivious, while Sirius violated himself to the memory of his best friend's violation.

He imagined James behind him now, not gentle, never gentle, grabbing his hips and slamming into him with enough force to bruise. He'd be huge, Sirius knew. Bigger than Remus. Thick enough to burn, to stretch Sirius's rim until it ached sweetly. James would fuck him like he hated him, like he owned him, like Sirius was nothing but a warm hole to use and discard.

"James." Sirius whimpered, the name barely audible, his fingers curling to hit that perfect spot inside. "Fuck. James. Please…"

He came with his teeth sunk into his own arm, his release painting his stomach while his body clenched around nothing, empty and desperate for the cock he couldn't have.

The guilt crashed over him immediately, cold and suffocating. He withdrew his fingers, wiping them on the sheets, and turned to look at Remus's peaceful face. The werewolf's expression was soft, trusting, completely unaware that his boyfriend beside him had just orgasmed to the thought of being raped by his other best friend.

"I'm sorry." Sirius mouthed silently, tears pricking his eyes. "I'm so sorry, Remus."

But even as he whispered the apology, his hole throbbed with phantom fullness, hungry for something Remus could never give.

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James Potter knew.

He'd known from the moment Sirius started dating Remus, the way Sirius's eyes would dart away when James entered a room, the flush that crept up his neck, the unconscious way he licked his lips when James laughed. James knew because he remembered that night too. The heat of Sirius's mouth. The desperate sounds he'd made. The way he'd looked up with those gray eyes, wet with tears, begging for more even as he was choking on his huge cock.

And he knew because he'd watched them.

From the shadows of the dormitory room, James had seen Sirius's performances, the fake moans, the practiced arch of his back, the way he'd rush to the showers afterward and stay there until the water ran cold. James had pressed his ear to the bathroom door and heard the stifled cries of James's name on Sirius lips as Sirius brought himself to a shuddering orgasm.

Poor Remus. The werewolf thought he was being a gentle lover, and thought his tenderness was what Sirius needed. He had no idea that every careful thrust was driving Sirius further away, deeper into the memory of James's brutality.

James smiled to himself as he watched them from across the Great Hall, Sirius picking at his food while Remus chattered about some book. Sirius looked up, caught James's eye, and immediately dropped his gaze, color flooding his face.

“Good.” James thought. “Let him squirm. Let him remember.”

That night, James made his plans. He would have Sirius back completely, body and soul. But not by stealing him away from Remus. No, that would be too easy, over too quickly. James wanted to ruin Sirius slowly, thoroughly. He wanted to corrupt every moment Sirius spent with Remus, to poison their relationship with secrets and sin until Remus was nothing but a pathetic cuckold, watching from the sidelines while James claimed what was rightfully his.

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"Sirius." James called out, catching Sirius alone in the common room.

Sirius froze, his hand on the staircase railing. "James."

"Come here."

It wasn't a request. Sirius's feet moved before his mind could stop them, crossing the room to stand before James's armchair. James didn't look up from the book in his lap, letting the silence stretch until Sirius was shifting uncomfortably.

"How's Remus?" James asked casually, turning a page. "Treating you well?"

"Y-yeah." Sirius stammered. "He's... he's great. Really gentle. Careful."

James laughed, low and cruel. "Careful. That's one word for it. Boring is another."

"James-"

"Do you think about it?" James finally looked up, his hazel eyes sharp and knowing. "When he's fucking you? Do you close your eyes and pretend it's me?"

Sirius's face went white, then crimson. "I don't- I wouldn't-"

"Don't lie to me, Sirius." James stood, crowding into Sirius's space, backing him against the wall. "I know. I know you were fingering yourself to the memory of my cock. I know you come in the shower thinking about me forcing you down, making you take it. I know you wish it was me inside you instead of that pathetic, gentle Remus."

"Please… Don't…" Sirius whispered, but he didn't push James away. His hands were flat against the wall, his body trembling, his pupils blown wide with desire. "Please, James..."

"Please what?" James grabbed Sirius's chin, forcing his head up. "Please stop? Or please make you taste my cock again?"

Sirius's eyes fluttered shut, a tear escaping down his cheek. "The second one," he breathed. "Merlin. James, the second one.”

James smiled, predatory and triumphant. "Good boy, Padfoot. But here's how it's going to work. You're going to keep playing house dating with Remus. You're going to let him think you're his perfect little boyfriend. You're going to smile at him and kiss him and let him make love to you with all that nauseating gentleness. And then, whenever I want you, and I will want you often, Sirius. You're going to come to me. You're going to spread your legs and take my cock like the desperate slut you are. And you're going to go back to Remus afterward, full of my come, smelling like me, and you're going to lie beside him in bed while my seed leaks out of your ruined hole."

Sirius made a broken sound, his knees buckling. James caught him, pressing their bodies together so Sirius could feel how hard he was already, thick and demanding against his hip.

"And about Remus?" James continued, his voice a velvet threat. "He's going to know. Maybe not at first, but eventually. I'm going to make sure he sees it. The way you look at me. The way you walk after I've had you. I'm going to turn him into a cuckold, Sirius. I'm going to make him watch while I prove that you were never his. You've always been mine."

"Yes." Sirius sobbed, grinding against James's thigh like an animal in heat. "Yes. Please, James, please-"

"Not tonight, Sirius." James said, stepping back abruptly. Sirius stumbled, catching himself on the wall, his face a mask of desperate need. "Tonight you're going back to your precious Remus. You’ll let him fuck you if he wants. But you must think of me. You must always think of me when you cum."

He reached out and gripped Sirius's throat, squeezing just enough to make his breath hitch. "And tomorrow? Tomorrow you meet me in the same abandoned classroom on the fifth floor. No underwear. You bend over the desk and you wait for me like a good little slut. Understand?”

Sirius nodded frantically, tears streaming down his face. "Yes. Yes, I understand. I'll be there. I'll do anything, James, just please-"

"Just please what?" James mocked, releasing him. "Please fuck you like Remus never could? Please treat you like the cock hungry whore you are?"

"Yes." Sirius whimpered, sinking to his knees without being asked. "Please, James. Please let me suck you. Please, I need it, I need your cock, I can't+"

"Tomorrow." James said firmly, stepping around him toward the stairs. "Keep that hunger burning, Sirius. Let it eat you alive while you pretend to be happy with him."

He paused at the bottom step, looking back at the beautiful, broken man kneeling on the common room carpet. "And Sirius? When you're with him tonight? When he's being so gentle, so careful? Remember that tomorrow I'm going to hurt you. I'm going to fuck you until you scream, until you bleed, until you can't walk straight for a week. And you're going to thank me for it."

Sirius's only response was a sob of pure, aching need.

James went upstairs whistling, already planning about how he would make Remus watch.

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The abandoned classroom smelled of dust and old parchment, but Sirius barely noticed. He was bent over the desk, exactly as instructed, his trousers around his ankles and his bare ass exposed to the cold air. He'd been waiting for twenty minutes, his heart hammering against his ribs, his hole clenching around nothing in anticipation.

The door then clicked open.

"Good." James said, his voice low and approving. "You followed the instructions."

Sirius tried to turn his head, but James's hand was suddenly in his hair, forcing his face down against the wooden surface. "Don't look at me. You don't deserve to look at me yet. You're just a hole, Sirius. A warm, wet hole for me to use."

"Yes," Sirius gasped, his cock already leaking onto the desk. "Yes, I'm just a hole, James. Your hole. Please…"

James laughed, the sound sending shivers down Sirius's spine. "So eager. Remus doesn't know what he has, does he? He thinks you're this delicate thing that needs gentle handling. He has no idea you're just a filthy slut who needs to be ruined."

Sirius felt James's hand on his ass, spreading him open, and then the thick, hot head of James's cock pressing against his rim. It was enormous. Sirius had dreamed about it, remembered the weight of it in his mouth, but feeling it push inside was something else entirely.

"Oh. Fuck." Sirius whined, his fingers scrabbling for purchase on the desk. "Oh, fuck, James, you're so big!"

"Take it." James commanded, and thrust forward hard, burying half his length in one brutal stroke.

The scream that tore from Sirius's throat was nothing like the practiced moans he gave Remus. This was a raw animal, ripped from his throat as his body was forced to accommodate James's cock. It burned. Merlin, it burned like fire, stretching him until he thought he might tear, and it was perfect. It was everything Remus's careful thrusts weren't.

"That's it." James growled, pulling back only to slam in deeper. "Scream for me, you cheating whore. Let the whole castle hear how much you love my cock. Let them know what a slut you are for me while your precious boyfriend thinks you're placing some pranking inside the Hogwarts kitchen."

Sirius couldn't stop screaming. James was splitting him open, each thrust hitting places inside him that Remus had never found, never tried to find. The desk scraped against the floor with the force of James's movements, and Sirius's cock was trapped against the wood, leaking constantly, so hard it hurt.

"Please…" Sirius sobbed, pushing back to meet James's thrusts. "Harder. James, please, fuck me harder!"

"You want it harder?" James grabbed Sirius's hips, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises that would last for days. "You want me to destroy this hole? To ruin you for that pathetic werewolf?"

"Yes!" Sirius cried out. "Ruin me! Make it so I can only feel you! I want to feel you for days, James, I want to walk funny and know it's from your cock!"

James roared and began to fuck Sirius in earnest deep, punishing strokes that slammed against his prostate with every thrust. Sirius's vision went white at the edges, his mouth hanging open in a continuous wail of pleasure that he didn't have to fake, didn't have to perform. This was real, raw, devastating pleasure that reduced him to nothing but a vessel for James's pleasure.

"Touch yourself." James commanded. "I want to feel you come on my cock like the desperate slut you are. But don't you dare close your eyes. Look at the door. Think about Remus walking in right now. Think about him seeing you like this, bent over, stuffed full of my big cock, screaming my name. Wouldn't that be perfect? Your sweet, gentle Remus watching while I breed his boyfriend's fuck hole."

The picture sent Sirius over the edge. He came with a howl, his body convulsing, his hole clamping down on James's thrusting cock so hard that James cursed and slowed his strokes to ride out the waves of Sirius's orgasm.

"Good boy." James panted, still fucking him through it, using Sirius's twitching body to chase his own release. "Such a good little whore. Taking my cock so well. You want my cum, Sirius? You want me to fill you up? To mark you inside where Remus will never find it?"

"Yes, please, James, come inside me, please…"

James buried himself to the hilt with a guttural shout, and Sirius felt the hot, thick pulses of James's release flooding his guts, claiming him from the inside out. James kept thrusting, working his seed deeper, making sure Sirius would feel it leaking out of him for hours.

When James finally pulled out, Sirius whimpered at the loss, his hole gaping and dripping. James turned him around and forced him to his knees, his spent cock still half hard and slick with Sirius's arousal and his own spend.

"Clean it." James ordered, pressing his cock against Sirius's lips. "Suck me clean like the dirty slut you are. Taste yourself on me."

Sirius opened his mouth eagerly, taking James's length down his throat with practiced desperation. He licked and sucked every drop of their combined fluids, worshipping the cock that had just ruined him, his own spent cock twitching weakly between his legs at the degradation of it.

"Look at you." James sneered, gripping Sirius's hair and fucking his face slowly. "Used and covered in sweat and come, and you still want more. Remus has never seen you like this, has he? He's never made you this desperate. He doesn't know that his perfect, pure Sirius is actually a cock addicted slut who needs to be treated like a trash to feel good."

Sirius moaned around James's cock, the words making him ache with renewed need despite having just come.

James pulled out with a wet sound and tucked himself away, looking down at Sirius with a cruel smile. "Get dressed. You're meeting Remus for dinner at the Great Hall, aren't you? I want you to sit across from him with my come dripping out of your ass. I want you to smile at him and tell him you love him while you feel me leaking down your thighs."

Sirius nodded frantically, tears streaming down his face as he pulled up his trousers. "Yes, James. I'll do it. I'll do anything."

"And tomorrow." James said, straightening his robes, "You'll come to me again. And the day after. And every day until Remus figures it out. Until he realizes that every time you kiss him, you've just had my cock down your throat. Until he notices that you walk funny and smells like me on his sheets.”

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It became a routine, a delicious depraved routine that consumed Sirius's every awakening moment.

Remus would kiss him goodnight, gentle and sweet, and Sirius would wait until the werewolf's breathing evened out in sleep. Then he would slip out of bed, pull on a cloak, and creep through the castle to wherever James had told him to wait, the abandoned classroom, the broom cupboard, the Prefects' bathroom when no one else was around.

James would be waiting, already hard, and he would take Sirius without a preamble, pushing him against the walls, bending him over any furniture, forcing him to his knees on cold stone floors. There was no tenderness, no care for Sirius's comfort, only raw, brutal claims that left Sirius wrecked and sobbing with pleasure.

"You're mine." James would growl as he pounded into Sirius from behind, his hand clamped over Sirius's mouth to muffle the screams. "This hole is mine. Your mouth is mine. Every fucking part of you belongs to me and Remus just gets the leftovers. He gets to hold you and kiss you and think you love him, but I get this." He thrust hard, making Sirius see stars, "I get the real you. The dirty, desperate slut who can't live without my big cock."

And Sirius would come apart, his body betraying everything he pretended to be with Remus, proving that James was right, he was James's, completely, irreversibly.

The guilt was a constant companion, a heavy weight in his chest whenever he looked at Remus. His boyfriend was so happy, so oblivious, planning dates and buying Sirius little gifts, whispering about their future together. And all the while, Sirius was letting James destroy him in shadowed corners, letting James use his body in ways that left him bruised and marked.

But when James's cock was inside him, when James was calling him filthy names and using him like a toy, the guilt melted away under the overwhelming pleasure. Nothing mattered but the stretch, the burn, the perfect violence of James's thrusts. Sirius would sob and beg and scream, and James would give him everything Remus couldn't give him, Remus was too gentle to even give him what James could.

"Tell me you love me." James demanded one night, fucking Sirius against the window of the abandoned classroom, the moonlight streaming over their joined bodies. "Tell me you love me while I ruin you."

"I love you." Sirius wept, the words torn from his soul. "I love you, James, I love your cock, I love how you use me, I love you!"

"Louder," James commanded, pounding harder. "Let the whole castle hear. Let Remus hear."

"I LOVE YOU!" Sirius screamed, his voice breaking. "I LOVE YOUR COCK! PLEASE DON'T STOP, PLEASE FUCK ME FOREVER, JAMES!"

James came with a roar, filling Sirius's hole for what felt like the hundredth time, marking his territory in thick, hot pulses.

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"Remus will be staying at the Hospital Wing tomorrow evening, because of his furry problem." James said one afternoon, his fingers tracing patterns on Sirius's bare thigh as they lay tangled together in the abandoned classroom. "You're going to invite me to his bed. And I'm going to fuck you there, surrounded by his smell, on the sheets he thinks are his alone."

Sirius's breath hitched, equal parts terror and arousal. "James, that's- He could come back early."

"That's the point." James said, his hazel eyes dark with malicious excitement. "The risk. The chance of getting caught. And even if we don't get caught." He rolled on top of Sirius, pinning him down, "I want to stain his bed with my come. I want to mark my territory where he sleeps. I want him to roll over at night and smell me on his pillow without knowing why."

Sirius should have said no. He knew he should have. But James was already hard against his hip, and the thought of being taken in Remus's bed, of the ultimate betrayal, made his hole clench with need.

"Okay." Sirius whispered. "Yes, do it. Fuck me in his bed, James. Please.”

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Remus's four poster bed was at the far corner, curtained in deep crimson, smelling of sandalwood and the faint, wild scent of the wolf.

James pushed Sirius onto the bed following him down and tearing at his clothes. "Look at this." James sneered, grabbing Sirius's wrists and pinning them above his head with one hand while the other roughly prepared Sirius with two fingers. "Your boyfriend bed. His precious, private space. And I'm going to defile it. I'm going to defile you in it."

"Please…" Sirius begged, arching his back, his cock aching against his stomach. "Please, James, fuck me here, make me yours here…"

James didn't bother with more preparation. He lined up his massive cock and drove into Sirius in one brutal thrust, sheathing himself completely. Sirius's scream was muffled by James's hand over his mouth, but it was loud enough to make James laugh.

"So tight." James panted, beginning to thrust hard and fast. "Take it, you cheating whore. Take my cock in your boyfriend's bed. Think about him coming back later and sleeping right here, his face on this pillow while you're full of my come."

Sirius couldn't think, couldn't do anything but feel. James was hitting his prostate with every stroke, the angle perfect, the stretch overwhelming. The bed creaked dangerously, the headboard slamming against the wall, and Sirius didn't care if the whole tower heard. He wrapped his legs around James's waist, pulling him deeper, sobbing with the pleasure of being claimed so completely.

"Look at you." James growled, his face flushed and handsome above Sirius. "Fucked out stupid on my cock. This is what you are, Sirius. Not Remus's gentle lover. My whore. My filthy, broken toy."

"Yours!" Sirius agreed, tears streaming into his hair. "I'm yours, James. Only yours. He doesn't- he can't-"

"He can't make you feel like this." James finished Sirius sentence, pounding harder, the bed shaking with the force of his thrusts. "He can't make you scream. He can't fill you like I can. Look down, Sirius. Look at where we're joined. Look at my huge cock splitting you open."

Sirius looked, and the sight sent him over the edge. James's thick shaft, glistening with Sirius's arousal, pistoning in and out of his stretched, reddened hole. The obscene slap of flesh against flesh. The way Sirius's body opened for James, welcomed him, and craved him.

Sirius came with a wail, his release painting both their stomachs, his hole clenching down on James's cock relentless thrusting.

James didn't slow. He fucked Sirius through his orgasm, using his twitching body mercilessly. "Again." James commanded. "Come again for me. I want you empty and wrung out when I fill you. I want you to feel me in your womb, Sirius. I want you to remember this for days."

"I can't…" Sirius sobbed, oversensitive and shaking. "Can't, James, it's too much-"

"You can!" James snarled, changing his angle to hit Sirius's prostate dead on with every thrust. "You will. You're my slut, and my slut comes when I tell him to."

Sirius screamed as a second, dry orgasm ripped through him, his body convulsing, his vision going black at the edges. He was nothing but sensation, could feel nothing but James's cock and James's voice and James's hands holding him down.

"Good boy." James praised, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Such a good little whore. Taking my cock so well. Now I'm going to breed you, Sirius. I'm going to fill you up in his bed, and you're going to hold it inside you all night while you sleep beside him. You're going to wake up with my come leaking out of you, and you're going to get hard thinking about it."

"Yes." Sirius whimpered, barely conscious. "Please, James, fill me up, mark me, make me yours!"

James buried himself to the hilt and erupted, his cock pulsing thick ropes of seed deep into Sirius's guts. He kept thrusting, working every drop into Sirius's wrecked hole, until he was spent and Sirius was so full he could feel the pressure in his lower belly.

When James finally pulled out, Sirius's hole didn't close. It stayed open, gaping, James's come immediately beginning to leak out onto Remus's pristine sheets.

"Don't move," James ordered, catching the spill cum with his fingers and pushing it back inside. "Keep it in you. Let it soak into his mattress. Let his pillowcase smell like my semen."

James positioned Sirius on his side, then guided his still half hard cock to Sirius's mouth. "Clean me." he commanded. "Suck me dry while my cum leaks out of your hole onto his sheets."

Sirius obeyed, taking James's cock down his throat and sucking weakly, tasting their combined flavors. James gripped his hair and fucked his face slowly, using him until he was clean, then pulled out with a satisfied sigh.

"Perfect," James said, looking down at the mess they'd made. Sirius was sprawled on Remus's bed, naked and flushed, his hole visibly used and leaking, the sheets beneath him dark with sweat and fluids. "Look at that. He's going to sleep here tonight. He's going to put his head on that pillow, not knowing it's wet from my balls. He's going to roll over and smell me and think it's just the laundry."

Sirius whimpered, the reality of their betrayal crashing over him. "I'm sorry…" He whispered, tears fresh in his eyes. "I'm so sorry, Remus."

"Don't be sorry," James said cruelly, dressing himself. "Be grateful. You get to have us both. He only gets the leftovers. Now get dressed and wait for him to come back. Smile at him. Kiss him. And remember that while you're doing it, you're full of my come."

Sirius nodded, pulling on his clothes with shaking hands. He could feel James's release heavy inside him, a constant reminder of who he really belonged to.

That night, Remus returned from the Hospital Wing exhausted. He kissed Sirius hello, undressed, and climbed into bed, pulling Sirius into his arms. "You smell different," Remus murmured, nuzzling Sirius's neck.

"New soap," Sirius lied, his heart hammering.

"Mmm." Remus said, already half-asleep. He rolled over, burying his face in his pillow, the pillow that James had gripped while fucking Sirius, that was still damp with James's sweat and Sirius's tears.

Sirius lay awake, feeling James's seed leaking slowly out of him, soaking into Remus's sheets. Remus slept on, peaceful and trusting, while Sirius pressed his thighs together and tried not to moan at the memory of James's cock.

In the darkness, Sirius reached down and touched himself, already hard again, and began to stroke himself to the thought of James's cock.

James watched from the shadows of the dormitory room, invisible under his Invisibility Cloak, his cock already hard again at the sight of his handiwork. He smiled, cruel and satisfied, knowing that Remus was sleeping on the evidence of their betrayal.

“Soon.” James thought. “Soon I'll make him watch. But for now, this is perfect. The perfect cuckold, sleeping in my cum, holding my Sirius, and never knowing a thing.”

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The dormitory was silent except for the sound of ragged breathing and the creak of a bed spring. Remus stood frozen in the doorway of their doom room, his hand still on the doorknob, his book bag sliding from numb fingers and hitting the floor with a dull thud.

James looked up from where he was kneeling on Remus's bed and smirked. He was completely naked, his muscular from Quidditch toned body gleaming with sweat, and between his legs hung the largest cock Remus had ever seen. Thick and veined and heavy, it jutted out obscenely from his body, the tip flushed dark purple and dripping a steady stream of pre-cum onto Remus's sheets.

"Close the door and come in, Remus," James said casually, his hand stroking his massive cock slowly, teasingly. "You look like an idiot standing like that."

Remus couldn't move. His eyes dragged from James's triumphant face down to the figure beneath him, Sirius Black, his Sirius, spread out on his back on Remus's bed, completely naked and flushed, his legs spread wide and his cock hard and leaking against his stomach.

"Remus…" Sirius whispered, his gray eyes wide and tear-filled. "I can explain-"

"What's there to explain?" James interrupted, shifting his weight and letting his heavy cock slap against Sirius's thigh with an audible *thwack*. Sirius gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily. "Explaining why you're hard as a rock just from me rubbing my cock against you? Explaining why you're spread open and ready for me on his bed?"

Sirius whimpered, turning his face away in shame, but he didn't push James away. He didn't close his legs. He just lay there, trembling, tears tracking down his temples into his hair.

"James, get off him." Remus finally managed, his voice cracking. "Get off my bed. Get away from Sirius."

James laughed, a cruel, dark sound that made Remus's stomach twist. "I don't think so. You see Remus, Sirius and I were just having a conversation about what he really wants. Weren't we, Sirius?"

Sirius bit his lip, his chest heaving with each breath. "James, please-"

"Tell him." James commanded, his hand wrapping around his own thick shaft and stroking it slowly, letting Remus see exactly what he was working with. "Tell him what you said to me. Tell him what you just said to me."

Sirius was crying now, silent sobs shaking his shoulders. "I can't-”

"Tell him." James repeated, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl. "Or I'll stop. And you don't want me to stop, do you? You've been begging for this. You've been desperate for it. Tell him why."

Sirius turned his head, meeting Remus's eyes at the door. His face was twisted with guilt and anguish, but his cock was still hard, still throbbing, still betraying him with every beat of his pulse. "I'm sorry." he sobbed. "I'm so sorry, Remus... but he's... James's so much bigger than you..."

The words hit Remus like a physical blow. He staggered back, his hand flying to his chest as if he could physically hold his heart together. "What?"

"He's huge." Sirius continued, the words tumbling out in a rush of shame and desire. "I didn't mean to. I didn't want to want it, but when I saw it, when I felt it against me... I couldn't stop thinking about it... about how it would feel inside me... stretching me open..."

James preened, his smirk widening as he fisted his massive cock, showing it off. "Hear that, Remus? Your sweet little boyfriend wants my huge cock. He's been fantasizing about it. Haven't you, Sirius? Tell him how you used to touch yourself at night thinking about my cock while he was asleep beside you."

"James, stop-" Sirius begged, but James reached down and wrapped his hand around Sirius's throat, not squeezing, just holding him there, controlling him.

"Tell him." James ordered.

"Yes." Sirius sobbed, his voice breaking. "I thought about it. I couldn't help it. James's cock is so fucking big, James so much bigger than Remus's. It's not even close in size to compare."

"How much bigger?" James demanded, his thumb stroking Sirius's jaw. "Tell him exactly. Tell him what I have that he doesn't."

"You're twice his size." Sirius wailed, tears streaming down his face. "Maybe more. Remus is just... normal... average... but James... James is fucking huge. Thick and long and I need it. I need to feel it inside me. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Remus, but I need his big cock."

Remus felt like he was going to be sick. He stood there, tears blurring his vision, as James laughed and positioned himself between Sirius's spread legs. James grabbed Sirius's ankles and pushed them up toward his chest, bending Sirius in a half and exposing his tight pink hole to both their gazes.

"Look at this." James said crudely, spitting into his hand and rubbing it over Sirius's entrance. "Look at how desperate he is. He's been begging me to stretch him out. He's been begging me to ruin him for your little cock, Remus. Haven't you, you dirty slut?"

"Yes." Sirius moaned, his hips canting upward, seeking friction, seeking James's touch. "Please, James. Please fuck me. I need your big cock. Please."

"James, don't-" Remus started, but James cut him off with a sharp look.

"Get over here." James commanded. "I want you to see this up close. I want you to watch every inch of my huge cock go in. I want you to see exactly what he can take when he's not being treated like a fragile glass.”

"Please, no…” Remus whispered, but his feet moved of their own accord, like being imperio, carrying him to the edge of his own bed, to the side where he slept every night. He stood there, trembling, as James positioned his massive cock at Sirius's entrance.

"Look closely." James instructed, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "Don't blink. Don't look away. Watch me take what's mine."

James pushed forward, the fat head of his cock breaching Sirius's tight ring. Sirius screamed a sound of pure, overwhelming sensation, pleasure and pain mixed together into something primal. His back arched off the bed, his fingers clawing at the sheets, his face twisted in ecstasy.

"Fuck!" James groaned, his head falling back, his muscles straining as he slowly, deliberately fed inch after inch of his thick cock into Sirius's yielding body. "So fucking tight. So fucking perfect. Look at this, Remus. Look at how he opens up for me. Look at how he takes every inch of my huge cock."

Remus couldn't look away. He stood there, tears streaming down his face, his heart shattering with every centimeter of James's cock that disappeared inside his boyfriend. He could see everything, see the way Sirius's hole stretched obscenely around James's girth, the way the skin pulled tight and shiny, the way James's heavy balls rested against Sirius's arse.

"James. Oh Merlin. James. It's so big." Sirius was babbling, his voice high and breathless. "So fucking big, you're splitting me open. Oh fuck. Oh fuck!"

"That's it." James encouraged, finally bottoming out, his entire massive length buried inside Sirius. He held there for a moment, letting Sirius feel the full stretch, the complete fullness. "Feel that? Feel how I fill you up? Tell me how it feels compared to Remus's little cock."

Sirius sobbed, his face red with shame and pleasure. "It's so much bigger." he wailed. "So much thicker. I can feel every inch of your cock. It's hitting places where Remus never could reach. Oh fuck. James. Please."

"Please what?" James taunted, pulling back slowly, letting Remus see the obscene sight of his thick shaft sliding out, glistening with Sirius's arousal, before slamming back in hard enough to make the bed frame bang against the wall.

"Please fuck me!" Sirius screamed, his cock throbbing untouched against his stomach, pre-cum leaking steadily onto his own abs. "Please, James, fuck me hard, use me, ruin me. I need it. I need your huge cock!"

James started to move in earnest, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in with brutal force. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, wet, obscene, rhythmic. Sirius was moaning constantly now, a stream of desperate sounds falling from his lips, his body bouncing with each powerful thrust.

"Look at him." James grunted, his hips snapping forward relentlessly. "Look at your precious Sirius. Look at how he loves it. He's not crying anymore, is he? He's too busy taking my big cock. He's too busy being the little cockslut he really is."

Sirius turned his head, meeting Remus's eyes. His face was streaked with tears, but his expression was one of pure, overwhelming pleasure. "I'm sorry…" He sobbed, even as he pushed back to meet James's thrusts. "I'm so sorry, Remus... but it feels so good... his cock is so fucking big... I can't help it... I love it..."

"That's right." James growled, grabbing Sirius's hips and pounding into him harder, his heavy balls slapping loudly against Sirius's skin. "Tell him you love it. Tell him you love my big cock more than his pathetic little dick. Tell him you're mine now."

"I'm yours!" Sirius wailed, his head falling back, his throat exposed and vulnerable. "I love your big cock, James! It's so much better than Remus's! I need it! I need you! Fuck me harder! Please… Make me yours completely!"

James laughed, the sound triumphant and cruel. He shifted his grip, pulling Sirius up onto his knees and then pushing him forward so that his face was right in front of Remus, close enough that Remus could smell Sirius's sweat, could see the tears on his cheeks, could watch his expression contort in pleasure with every thrust from behind.

"Stay right there, Remus." James commanded Remus. "Don't move. I want you to see this. I want you to see exactly what he's taking."

James pulled out slowly, letting Remus see the full length of his massive cock, veined and throbbing and slick with Sirius's arousal before slamming back in hard. Sirius screamed, his mouth falling open in a perfect O of pleasure, his eyes rolling back.

"Look at him." James taunted, his voice strained with exertion. "Look at how he takes it. Look at how his little hole stretches around me. You've never seen this, have you? You've never seen him like this. You've never made him feel this good.”

Remus was crying openly now, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs. He stood there, trapped, forced to watch as James's huge cock pistoned in and out of Sirius hole, forced to watch the way Sirius's body yielded, the way his hole clung to James's cock every time James pulled back, the way James's heavy balls swung forward with each thrust.

"Touch yourself." James ordered suddenly, his eyes meeting Remus's over Sirius's shoulder. "I want you to jerk off while you watch. I want you to come while you see what you're missing. What you'll never have again."

"Please, don't make me…" Remus begged, but his hand was already moving to his trousers, already fumbling with the button. He was hard, he hated himself for it, but he was hard, his own cock straining against his pants, and he needed some kind of release from the agony of watching this.

"That's it." James encouraged, his thrusts never slowing. "Stroke that small cock. Show me what you've got. Show Sirius what he's giving up for something real."

Remus freed his cock, it was average, normal, nothing compared to the monster James was wielding and wrapped his hand around it, stroking it in time with James's thrusts. He was crying and jerking off and watching his boyfriend get fucked by his best friend, and he felt like he was losing his mind.

"Look at the difference." James taunted, pulling out and holding his massive cock next to Sirius's face for comparison. It was unbelievable. James's cock was easily twice the length of Remus's small cock, heavy and thick and dripping. "See this, Sirius? See what a real man's cock looks like? Tell him again. Tell him how pathetic his little dick is compared to mine."

"It's pathetic." Sirius sobbed, his eyes fixed on James's huge length, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. "So small... so inadequate... James is a man… You're just a boy, Remus... I'm sorry... but I need a real cock... I need to be filled... I need to be stretched..."

"James, please…" Remus begged, his hand moving faster on his own cock despite the humiliation, despite the pain.

"Please what?" James mocked, slamming back into Sirius hard enough to make him scream. "Please stop? Please keep going? You want to see him come on my cock, don't you? You want to see how hard I make him scream?"

"Yes," Remus admitted, the betrayal complete. "I want to see."

"Then watch." James commanded, his hand wrapping around Sirius's throat and pulling him back against his chest. He fucked up into Sirius with abandon, each thrust lifting Sirius off his knees, his massive cock disappearing completely into Sirius's ruined hole. "Watch me make him mine. Watch me claim him."

Sirius was incoherent now, babbling and moaning, tears streaming down his face as James pounded his prostate relentlessly. "James. Oh fuck. James. I'm going to. I'm going to come. It's too much. Your cock is too big… Oh Fuck."

"Come for me," James commanded, his hand reaching down to wrap around Sirius's throbbing length. "Come on my big cock like the dirty little slut you are. Show Remus who owns you now."

Sirius's scream was deafening as he came, his body convulsing, his release shooting across Remus's sheets in thick, white ropes. His hole tightened around James's cock, milking him, and James groaned, burying himself to the hilt and spilling his seed deep inside Sirius with a satisfied grunt.

"Fuck." James groaned, his hips jerking as he emptied himself, pulse after pulse of hot cum filling Sirius up. "Take it. Take all of it. Every fucking drop.”

When James finally pulled out, it was indecent the way his massive cock slid free, glistening and still half-hard, the way Sirius's hole stayed open for a moment, gaping and leaking James's thick seed onto Remus's sheets.

"Look at that." James said casually, gesturing at Sirius's wrecked body. "Look at what I did to him. Look at how I ruined him. He's never going to feel you again, Remus. He's never going to want your little prick after having mine."

Sirius collapsed onto the bed, his body shaking, James's cum leaking steadily from his used hole and pooling on Remus's sheets. He turned his head to look at Remus, his eyes glazed and distant, his lips swollen and parted.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, his voice hoarse from screaming. "I'm so sorry... But he... James fucks me so good... His cock is so perfect... I can't go back... I can't..."

Remus came with a sob, his release pathetic and small compared to what he'd just witnessed, spilling over his own hand as he stood there crying. He felt broken, destroyed, completely defeated.

James climbed off the bed, his monstrous cock still hanging heavy between his legs, still dripping with evidence of his conquest. He walked over to Remus and leaned in close, his breath hot against Remus's ear.

"You will sleep in this bed and lay on our filthy cum. You will not change the sheet or clean it." James whispered cruelly. "But Sirius is sleeping with me. In my bed. With my cum still inside of him. And tomorrow night, and the night after that. Because he's mine now. I stole him from you with my big cock, and I'm never giving him back."

He straightened up, smirking at Remus's devastated expression before walking back to the bed and scooping Sirius up in his arms. Sirius went willingly, nuzzling into James's chest, his body limp and satisfied.

"Come on, beautiful." James murmured, pressing a kiss to Sirius's forehead. "Let's get you cleaned up. Then I'm going to fuck you again. And again. Until you forget Remus's name completely."

"Yes." Sirius whispered, his eyes already fluttering closed. "Please... Fuck me again... I need your big cock..."

James carried him to their shared bathroom, leaving Remus standing there with his trousers around his ankles, his heart shattered, and the smell of their betrayal heavy in the air.

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The weeks after that are agony for Remus.

Remus tried to avoid them. He spent hours in the library, in empty classrooms, anywhere but the dormitory where he knew James was claiming Sirius over and over again on Remus bed or whatever surface was available. But he couldn't escape completely. They made sure of that.

Every morning, Remus woke to the sounds of Sirius moaning. Those desperate, pleasure soaked cries that he had once thought were only for him, now given freely to James. He'd lie in his bed staring at the ceiling, his hand pressed over his mouth to muffle his own sobs as James's heavy balls slapped against Sirius's ass skin in the bed just feet away.

"Fuck. You're so tight in the morning." James would groan, loud enough for Remus to hear every word. "So much tighter than when Remus used to fuck you, isn't that right, slut?"

"Yes." Sirius would moan back, no longer whispering, no longer trying to hide it. "So much tighter... He never stretched me like you do... Never filled me like this..."

"Tell him to wake up." James commanded, his voice thick with sadistic pleasure. "Tell him to watch."

"Remus…" Sirius called out, his voice breathless and broken. "Remus, wake up... James wants you to see..."

Remus squeezed his eyes shut, tears leaking from the corners. "Please… Don't-"

"Wake him now." James snapped, and Remus heard the sound of a hard slap on Sirius's arse, probably, turning the skin pink. "Or I'll stop fucking you."

"No! Please don't stop." Sirius begged, and then his voice was directed at Remus again, desperate and hungry. "Remus, please wake up. Please watch… I need James to keep fucking me. Please…"

Remus sat up, his eyes red rimmed and swollen, and watched as James pounded into Sirius from behind, his massive cock pistoning in and out of Sirius's stretched hole with wet, lewd sounds. James made eye contact with him and smirked, deliberately slowing his thrusts to make sure Remus saw every inch.

"Good morning, cuck." James said cheerfully. "Hope you slept well. I know Sirius didn't. I kept him up most of the night. Three times, wasn't it, beautiful?”

"Three times." Sirius confirmed, his face pressed into the pillow, his hips pushing back to meet James's thrusts. "Couldn't sleep... He just kept... Fucking me... His cock is so big... I couldn't say no..."

"Because you're a greedy little slut who needs my big dick, beautiful." James said, his hand wrapping around Sirius's throat and pulling him up onto his knees. He fucked up into Sirius with brutal force, each thrust making Sirius cry out. "Tell him. Tell him what you are."

"I'm a slut." Sirius sobbed, his eyes meeting Remus across the room. "I'm James's slut... I need his huge cock... I'm sorry, Remus... But I can't help it... It just feels too good..."

James laughed and came with a groan, burying himself deep and spilling his seed inside Sirius. He held there for a moment, his hips jerking with each pulse, before pulling out and letting his cum leak out onto the sheets.

"Clean my Sirius up." James ordered Remus casually, gesturing at Sirius's wrecked body. "Use your tongue. I want you to taste what a real man's cum is like."

"James, please-" Remus started.

"Do it." James commanded, his eyes hard. "Or I'll make him stop talking to you completely. No more apologies. No more guilty looks. You'll be nothing to him."

Remus crawled across the floor, his dignity shattered, and pressed his tongue to Sirius's used hole. The taste was bitter and salty, thick with James's spend, and Sirius moaned softly as Remus lapped at him, cleaning him out with humiliating thoroughness.

"That's it." James encouraged, stroking his half-hard cock as he watched. "Get in there deep. Make sure he's clean for when I fuck him again at lunch. And again at dinner. And again before bed. You're going to be doing this a lot, Remus. Might as well get used to the taste.”

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By the second week, something in Sirius shifted.

Remus noticed it first in the way Sirius looked at him, not with guilt anymore, but with something darker. Something hungry. The first time it happened, James had bent Sirius over the desk in the dormitory and fucked him hard while Remus tried to study, Sirius's moans filling the room, his knuckles white as he gripped the edge of the wood.

"Look at him." James grunted, his heavy balls slapping against Sirius's thighs with each thrust. "Look at your ex-boyfriend, Sirius. Look at how pathetic he is. Still here. Still watching. Still hoping you'll come back to him."

Sirius turned his head, and Remus saw it, the glint in his beautiful gray eyes that hadn't been there before. A spark of cruelty. Of power. He licked his lips and moaned louder, deliberately pushing back onto James's cock.

"He's so sad." Sirius observed, his voice breathy with pleasure. "Look at his face, James... he's crying again..."

"Because he knows he has lost." James said, slamming into Sirius harder. "He knows he could never compete. His little cock could never make you feel like this."

"Never." Sirius agreed, his eyes locked on Remus's as James hit that perfect spot inside him, making him scream. "Your cock is so much bigger... So much better... I don't even remember what his small cock felt like..."

"Liar." James laughed. "You remember. Tell him. Tell him exactly what you're comparing me to."

Sirius's lips curved into a smirk, the first time Remus had seen that expression directed at him with such malice. "Small." He said clearly, his voice carrying over the sound of flesh slapping flesh. "Thin. Pathetic. Short. He used to try so hard, James... So desperate to please me... But he never could... Not like you… You're a real man... You fuck me like I deserve it..."

Remus's book fell from numb fingers. "Sirius, Love-"

"Shut up!" Sirius snapped, his eyes flashing. "Don't talk. Just watch. Watch what a real cock does to me. Watch what you could never give me."

James slowed his thrusts, his expression one of delighted surprise. "Well, well. The puppy's growing teeth."

"I like it." Sirius admitted, his hips rolling to take James deeper. "I like seeing him cry. I like knowing he has to watch. That he has to know every single day that your cock is better. That I chose you. That I need you."

"Fuck." James groaned, his grip tightening on Sirius's hips. "That's it. That's my good slut. Tell him how much you love being mine. Tell him how much you love making him watch."

"I love it." Sirius wailed, his own cock throbbing untouched against the desk, dripping pre-cum onto the wood. "I love being yours, James... I love your huge cock... I love that he has to watch... I love seeing him broken... It makes me come harder... knowing he's suffering... knowing he wants me back but I'll never... never go back... Not to his little cock... Never..."

James came with a roar, his release flooding Sirius, and Sirius followed seconds later, screaming James's name, his cum shooting across the desk in thick ropes. When it was over, Sirius turned around and kissed James deeply, passionately, making sure Remus could see their tongues sliding together, and could hear the wet sounds of their connection.

"Again?" Sirius asked softly, nuzzling into James's neck.

"Again." James promised, already hardening against Sirius's thigh. "Right here. On the floor. I want him to see your face when I make you come this time. I want him to see exactly what you look like when you're truly satisfied.”

They moved to the rug in the center of the dorm room, and James laid Sirius on his back, spreading his legs wide. Remus was trapped in his chair, unable to move, unable to look away as James entered Sirius again, slower this time, letting Remus see every inch of that massive cock sliding into his former lover.

"Look at me!" Sirius commanded Remus, his hand tangled in James's hair as James began to thrust. "Don't look away. I want you to see this. I want you to know that this is what I look like when I'm actually being fucked properly."

Remus looked. He watched James's huge cock disappearing into Sirius again and again, watching the way Sirius's hole had adapted to James's size, staying open and eager, no longer tight but perfectly molded to accommodate that massive length. He watched Sirius's face, the way his eyes rolled back, his mouth fell open, his cheeks flushed with pleasure that Remus had never been able to give him.

"Tell me I'm bigger." James grunted, his hips snapping forward.

"You're bigger!" Sirius moaned immediately. "So much bigger... Three times his size... maybe four... Your cock is perfect, James... perfect for me..."

"Tell me you don't miss him."

"I don't miss him." Sirius sobbed, though he was smiling now, a cruel, satisfied smile. "I don't miss Remus's little cock... I don't miss his gentle touches... I don't miss anything... I only want you... Only your big cock... Fuck me harder, James... Make him see what I need..."

James obliged, pounding into Sirius with abandon, the rug rough against Sirius's back. He grabbed Sirius's legs and pushed them up toward his chest, folding Sirius in half and pounding deeper, harder, making Sirius scream with every thrust.

"Watch this." James taunted Remus, his voice strained. "Watch him come on my cock. Watch what you could never do."

He reached down and wrapped his hand around Sirius's throat, squeezing just enough to make Sirius's eyes widen, his breath hitch. "Come for me, Sirius. Come on my big cock and show him who owns you."

Sirius's scream was deafening, his body convulsing, his release shooting across his own chest and stomach as his hole tightened around James. James followed seconds later, groaning long and low as he emptied himself inside Sirius again.

When it was over, Sirius lay there panting, covered in sweat and cum, his body marked and claimed. He turned his head to look at Remus, and the expression on his face was pure satisfaction.

"Clean us both up." Sirius ordered, his voice imperious and cold. "With your mouth. Starting with James's cock he's still leaking. Then me. Be thorough. I want to be clean for when he fucks me at dinner."

Remus hesitated, and Sirius's expression darkened.

"Now, Remus!" Sirius snapped. "Or I'll tell James to make you sleep outside in the corridor. Naked. Where everyone can see what a pathetic cuck you are."

Remus crawled forward, tears streaming down his face, and took James's softening cock into his mouth. The taste was overwhelming, salty and musk and the bitter tang of Sirius's arousal mixed with James's semen. He sucked gently, cleaning every inch, and James laughed above him, petting his hair like petting a good dog.

"Good cuck.” James murmured. "Such a good little cuckold. Cleaning up the mess you could never make. How does it taste? How does my cum taste?"

"Bitter." Remus whispered when he finally pulled back.

"That's the taste of a real man," James said smugly. "Now clean your ex-boyfriend. Or should I say, my boyfriend. Get in there deep. I want to watch you eat my cum out of him."

Remus pressed his face between Sirius's spread legs, his tongue finding Sirius's gaping hole. Sirius moaned above him, his hand fisting in Remus's hair and holding him there, forcing him deeper.

"That's it." Sirius encouraged, his voice dripping with cruelty. "Eat it all. Every drop. That's all you're good for now, Remus. Cleaning up our mess after James fucks me. Being our little cuckold. Watching what you can never have again."

Remus sobbed against Sirius's skin, his tears mixing with the mess he was cleaning, but he didn't stop. He couldn't. He was broken, owned, completely defeated.

And as he licked and sucked and cleaned, he heard James and Sirius above him, laughing and kissing and planning when they would fuck again, knowing that he would be there to watch, to suffer, to serve.

This was his life now. This was all he would ever be.

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Three years after their graduation, they lived in a modest house in London, Remus, Sirius, and James. To the outside world, Remus and Sirius were the couple. They had the paperwork, the rings, the shared last name. Black-Lupin, though Sirius never used the hyphenated name. He was just Black. Or sometimes, when James was feeling particularly possessive, he would call him "Potter's slut" loud enough for the neighbors to hear through the walls.

Remus sat at the kitchen table, staring at the marriage certificate and the wedding photo on the wall. A cruel joke. A trap. A reminder of what he would never truly have.

Sirius entered the room, wearing nothing but one of James's shirts unbuttoned, hanging open to reveal the love bites covering his chest and stomach. He walked past Remus without a glance, pouring himself a glass of water and leaning against the counter.

"James will be home soon." Sirius said casually, as if discussing the weather. "He's been holding it all day. For you."

Remus's stomach twisted. "Sirius, please not today-"

Sirius turned, and the look in his eyes made Remus fall silent. That cold, cruel glint that had grown sharper over the years. "What did you call me?"

Remus swallowed hard. "Master."

"That's better." Sirius crossed the room, his bare feet silent on the floor. He stood over Remus, looking down at him with a mixture of pity and disgust. "You wanted this, remember? You begged me to marry you. You thought it would bring me back to you."

"I was stupid." Remus whispered.

"Yes." Sirius agreed. "You were. You thought a piece of paper and a ring would make me forget what James's cock feels like. You thought the vows would replace the stretch of his huge cock inside me. Nothing can replace that, Remus. Nothing."

The door opened, and James entered, shrugging off his Auror robes. He was sweating from work, his shirt sticking to his muscular chest. He looked at Remus and grinned, a predator's smile.

"There's my little cuck." James said, crossing the room and ruffling Remus's hair with condescending affection. "Did you miss me?"

Remus said nothing. He had learned that silence was safer.

"Get on your knees." James commanded, unbuckling his trousers. "Sirius told you, didn't he? I've been holding it all day. My bladder is full, and you're going to take every drop."

"Please…" Remus begged, his voice breaking. "James, please don't make me-"

"Make you?" James laughed, his hand wrapping around his already hard cock, thick and heavy and veined, the same monster that had stolen Sirius away years ago. "You want to be a good husband, don't you, Remus? You want to please your wife?"

"James is my true husband." Sirius corrected, stepping behind James and wrapping his arms around his waist. "In every way that matters. You're just the paperwork, Remus. The legal convenience. The thing that lets us live together without scandal. But James is the one who fucks me. James is the one who I belong to. And if you want to keep pretending this marriage is real, you'll drink his piss like a good little cuckold."

James freed his cock, it was half hard already, thick and obscene, the tip already leaking. He aimed it at Remus's face. "Open up."

Remus squeezed his eyes shut, his hands trembling in his lap. He heard Sirius sigh, a sound of annoyance.

"Remus." Sirius said, his voice dangerously soft. "Open your mouth, or I'll make you sleep in the garden tonight. Naked. In the rain. And I'll send the pictures to everyone we know. Everyone at the Ministry. Everyone who thinks you're my loving husband."

Remus opened his mouth.

James's stream hit his face first, hot and acrid, splashing across his cheeks, his closed eyes, dripping down his chin. Then James adjusted his aim, and the flow entered Remus's mouth, filling it with the bitter, salty taste. Remus gagged, his throat working convulsively as he swallowed, trying not to spill, knowing that would only make it worse.

"That's it." James encouraged, his hand stroking his own cock as he relieved himself on Remus's tongue. "Drink it all. Every drop. That's what you're good for, isn't it? Being our toilet. Our little piss drinking cuckold."

Sirius watched, his own hand disappearing beneath the open shirt to stroke himself. "Look at him." he murmured to James. "Look at his face. He's crying again. He always cries."

"Because he knows his place." James said, the last of his stream trickling out. He shook his cock, splattering the last drops across Remus's cheeks. "Clean me."

Remus leaned forward, his tongue finding James's cock, licking the remaining liquid from the shaft, from the head, from the slit. The taste was overwhelming, piss and pre-cum and musk and Remus sobbed as he cleaned, his tears mixing with the mess on his face.

"Good boy." Sirius said, stepping forward and grabbing Remus's hair, pulling his head back sharply. "Now thank him."

"Thank you." Remus choked out, his voice hoarse. "Thank you, James. For letting me drink your piss."

"For letting you taste what a real man produces." James corrected, tucking himself back into his trousers. "Sirius, is he hard?"

Sirius kicked Remus's legs apart, looking down at his crotch. He laughed, a cruel, musical sound. "Pathetic. He's hard. His little prick is straining against his trousers. He liked it, James. The dirty little cuck liked drinking your piss."

"Of course he did." James said, sitting down at the table and pulling Sirius onto his lap. "He loves everything we do to him. Don't you, Remus? You love being humiliated. You love knowing that your ‘husband’ is my whore.”

Remus couldn't deny it. His cock was hard, throbbing, desperate for touch. He hated himself for it. He hated that after everything, he still loved Sirius. He still wanted him. Still would do anything for even a glance, a word, a moment of false affection.

"Let's go to bed." Sirius suggested, grinding against James's lap. "I want to fuck."

"Early tonight?" James asked, his hands sliding under Sirius's shirt to grip his arse.

"I want him to watch." Sirius said, his eyes meeting Remus's. "I want to make him cry before sleep. I love seeing him cry himself to sleep while you're inside me."

They went to the bedroom, the master bedroom, though Remus hadn't slept in it since the wedding night, when Sirius had locked him out and fucked James against the door, loud enough for Remus to hear every thrust from the hallway.

Remus followed them, as he always did. He sat in the chair in the corner, the cuckold's chair, as James called it and watched as Sirius stripped, revealing his perfect body, marked with James's ownership. Bruises on his hips. Bite marks on his shoulders. His hole already loose and ready from the morning's fucking.

"Get undressed." Sirius commanded Remus, climbing onto the bed and spreading his legs. "I want to see that little cock. I want to remind myself, what I have escaped."

Remus stood, his fingers fumbling with his buttons, and let his clothes fall to the floor. His cock was average five inches, normal thickness, nothing special. Nothing compared to what James had between his legs.

Sirius looked at it and laughed. "So small." He said, shaking his head. "I can't believe I ever let that thing inside me. I can't believe I ever pretended it felt good."

James was already naked, his massive cock standing proud and heavy against his stomach. He climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between Sirius's legs, but he didn't enter him yet. He looked at Remus and smiled.

"Come here." James ordered.

Remus approached the bed, his heart hammering.

"Closer."

Remus stood at the edge of the mattress, his small cock inches from Sirius's face.

Sirius reached out, his hand wrapping around Remus's length, not to pleasure him, but to grip him cruelly, his fingers clench tight and punishing. Remus gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily.

"Look at it." Sirius said to James, squeezing Remus's cock until Remus whimpered. "So pathetic. So small. I can wrap my whole hand around it and still have room. I used to fake my pleasure, James. Every time. I used to pretend his little prick was doing something for me."

"While you were thinking of me?" James asked, positioning his massive cock at Sirius's entrance.

"Every time." Sirius confirmed, his grip on Remus tightening, making him cry out. "I would close my eyes and imagine your huge cock stretching me open. I would touch myself after, in the bathroom, thinking about you while he slept beside me."

James thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful stroke. Sirius screamed, a sound of pure, overwhelming pleasure and his grip on Remus's cock tightened painfully.

"Fuck!" Sirius sobbed, his eyes rolling back. "So big... So fucking big... James..."

"Tell him." James commanded, beginning to thrust slow, deep strokes that made Sirius's whole body move. "Tell him what you feel. Tell him what my cock does to you."

"Perfect." Sirius wailed, his hand still crushing Remus's smaller cock, using it as an anchor as James pounded into him. "Perfect cock... Fills me completely... Hits places he never could reach... So deep... So thick... I'm stretched around you... Molded for you... Only your huge cock can make me feel like this..."

Remus stood there, tears streaming down his face, his cock throbbing in Sirius's painful grip, and watched as James fucked his husband, his legal spouse, his partner on paper, on their supposed marriage bed. The bed Remus had bought with his inheritance. The bed where they had said their vows. Now it was James's playground, James's territory, marked with their sweat and cum and the scent of their betrayal.

"Harder!" Sirius begged, releasing Remus's cock only to grab his hand and pull him closer. "Remus... touch me... touch my cock while James fucks me..."

Remus reached out, his hand wrapping around Sirius's throbbing length, so hard, so hot, leaking pre-cum already. He stroked in time with James's thrusts, feeling Sirius's pleasure in every pulse, every twitch.

"Feel that?" Sirius asked, his eyes opening to look at Remus, his gaze sharp and cruel even through the haze of pleasure. "Feel how hard I am? This is what a real cock does to me. This is what I look like when I'm actually being satisfied by a real cock. You never made me this hard, Remus. Never."

"I'm sorry, Sirius." Remus sobbed, stroking faster, his hand moving over Sirius's cock while James's massive length pistoned in and out of Sirius's body just inches away.

"Don't be sorry." Sirius said, his voice breathless as James hit that perfect spot inside him. "Just accept it. Accept that you're inadequate. Accept that you could never compete. Accept that I belong to James and his huge cock, and you're just... just…”

"The fake husband." James finished, slamming into Sirius hard enough to make him scream. "The legal cuckold. The husband in name only. The little cuck who watches while I fuck his husband properly."

"Yes." Sirius agreed, his hand finding Remus's cock again, gripping it cruelly. "My little cuckold husband. My piss-drinking, cock-crushing, pathetic little cuck. Jerk yourself off while you watch. I want you to come on the floor while James comes inside me. I want you to know that your release is worthless while mine is sacred."

Remus obeyed, his hand moving to his own cock, stroking himself while he continued to stroke Sirius, while James pounded into Sirius with abandon, the bed creaking, the headboard slamming against the wall.

"I'm close." James grunted, his hips snapping forward. "Going to fill you up, my Sirius. Going to mark you as mine. Again. Like every day. Like I will every day for the rest of your life."

"Please…" Sirius begged, his hand crushing Remus's cock until Remus saw stars. "Please come inside me... Fill me up... Show him who owns me..."

James roared, burying himself to the hilt, his hips jerking as he spilled his seed deep inside Sirius. Sirius followed seconds later, his release shooting across his own chest and stomach, his hole tightening around James's pulsing cock.

Remus came last, a pathetic, weak spurt that landed on the floorboards at his feet, his body shaking with sobs as his orgasm was dwarfed by what he had just witnessed.

Sirius lay there panting, covered in sweat and cum, James still buried inside him. He looked at Remus, at his tears, at his spent cock, at the piss still drying on his face and smiled. A genuine, satisfied smile.

"Clean us up." Sirius ordered, his voice soft and imperious. "Then go to your little room. I want to sleep with my husband."

Remus fell to his knees, his tongue finding James's cock first, cleaning their mixed spend from the shaft, from the balls, from every inch. Then he moved to Sirius, lapping at his hole, tasting James's cum as it leaked out, cleaning his "husband" for the night.

When he was done, he crawled to his room, the small bedroom at the end of the hall, barely bigger than a closet. He lay on his narrow bed, his body aching, his heart shattered, and listened as James and Sirius settled in for the night in the master bedroom.

He could hear them whispering love. Laughing. Kissing.

And then, hours later, he woke to the sound of the bed creaking again. Soft moans. The wet slap of flesh.

James was fucking Sirius again, right beside him, in the same room.

Remus opened his eyes in the darkness. They had moved to his bed. James was behind Sirius, spooning him, his massive cock sliding in and out of Sirius's willing body with slow, deep strokes. Sirius was facing Remus, his eyes open and watching Remus's face in the moonlight.

"Shh…" Sirius whispered, his hand reaching out to touch Remus's cheek, his fingers gentle despite the cruelty in his eyes. "Don't wake up all the way. Just sleep. Just sleep while James fucks me beside you. Dream about what you can never have."

James's hand came around to cover Sirius's mouth, muffling his moans. "Quiet," James murmured, his hips never stopping their rhythm. "Don't wake the cuck. Let him sleep in our mess. Let him dream that one day you'll love him again."

"I never loved him." Sirius whispered when James's hand moved away. "Not really. Not like I love you. Not like I love your cock."

"I know, my love." James said, thrusting deeper, making Sirius gasp. "You just needed someone to sign the marriage papers. Someone as your ‘spouse’ to inherit your family fortune. Someone to explain to the world. Someone to humiliate. And he was perfect. So desperate. So pathetic. So willing to be destroyed."

They came quietly this time. Sirius biting his pillow, James groaning into Sirius's neck. They lay there for a moment, joined, and then James pulled out with a wet sound and rolled over, pulling Sirius with him, away from Remus, their backs to him.

"Goodnight, cuck." James murmured into the darkness.

"Goodnight, Remus." Sirius added, his voice soft and false. "Sweet dreams."

Remus lay there, his face wet with tears, his cock hard again despite everything, and stared at the ceiling until dawn.

He was still in love.

He would always be in love with Sirius.

And they would always use that love to destroy him.

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To the outside world, Sirius and Remus Black-Lupin were the ideal marriage couple.

At theMinistry of Magic balls, Sirius would drape his arm over Remus's shoulders, his gray eyes sparkling with affection that looked genuine enough to fool even the most cynical observers. He would laugh at Remus's quiet jokes, fetch him drinks, introduce him as "my beloved husband" with a warmth that made elderly witches dab at their eyes with handkerchiefs.

"You're so lucky." their neighbors would say. "Sirius is so attentive. So devoted."

Remus would smile that practiced, hollow smile he had perfected over three years of marriage and nod. "Yes." He would say, his voice steady. "I'm very lucky."

No one saw what happened when the door of their house closed. No one knew about James Potter, who had his own key, his own room in the house that was supposedly just for the married couple. No one knew that the spare bedroom was Remus's prison, while the master suite belonged to James and Sirius alone.

No one knew that the loving touches Sirius gave Remus in public were followed by cruel laughter and degradation in private.

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"Smile, Remus." Sirius commanded, his fingers digging painfully into Remus's jaw as they stood in the foyer. They had just returned from a dinner party at the Potters, James's parents house, who had no idea their son was fucking Sirius nightly while his "husband" watched. "You were too quiet tonight. People are going to start thinking something's wrong."

"Everything is wrong." Remus whispered, his eyes downcast. "Sirius, please just tonight can we just be alone together-"

Sirius's expression shifted, that mercurial change Remus had learned to dread. The coldness melted away, replaced by something that looked almost like the old Sirius. The Sirius who had once loved him. Before James. Before the big cock that had stolen everything.

"Come here, Remus." Sirius said softly, his voice gentle now. He pulled Remus into his arms, holding him close, stroking his hair. "I'm sorry. I know this is hard for you. I know it hurts."

Remus melted into the embrace, his arms wrapping around Sirius's waist, his face buried in Sirius's neck. He smelled like James, like James's cologne and James's sweat, but Remus ignored it. He clung to this moment of tenderness like a drowning man clinging to driftwood.

"I still love you." Remus sobbed, his voice muffled. "I know I'm not enough. I know I never was. But I love you, Sirius. I always have."

"I know." Sirius murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Remus's temple. "I know you do. And I... I care about you, Remus. In my own way. You're my husband. On paper. That means something."

They stood there for a long moment, and Remus allowed himself to hope. To believe that maybe, just maybe, Sirius would choose him. That the tenderness would last. That he could have his husband back.

Then the door opened.

James entered, shrugging off his cloak, his eyes finding them immediately. He smirked that predatory expression that made Remus's stomach twist.

"How sweet." James said, his voice dripping with sarcasm and jealousy. "The loving couple. Should I leave you two alone?"

Sirius didn't pull away from Remus immediately. He held him for one more moment, whispering, "I'm sorry, Moony." so softly Remus almost didn't hear it.

Then he pushed Remus away, hard enough that Remus stumbled back against the wall and crossed to James, wrapping his arms around the other man's neck and kissing him deeply, passionately, his tongue visible as it slid into James's mouth.

"Fuck. I missed you." Sirius groaned when they finally broke apart, his hands already working at James's belt. "Three hours of pretending to be devoted to him. Three hours of his pathetic little hand holding and gentle touches. I need your cock, James. I need it now."

"Of course you do." James said, his eyes meeting Remus over Sirius's shoulder. "Because he's inadequate. Because his little prick could never satisfy you."

"Never." Sirius agreed, dropping to his knees and freeing James's cock, that massive, thick monster that had become the center of their lives. He looked back at Remus, and the tenderness was gone. The cruelty was back, sharp and gleaming. "Watch, cuck. Watch what a real cock looks like. Watch what I actually want."

Remus slid down the wall, his legs unable to support him, and watched as Sirius worshipped James's cock with his mouth. Sirius's lips stretched wide around the girth, his eyes watering as James thrust deep into his throat, his hands fisting in Sirius's hair to hold him in place.

"That's it, my love." James groaned, his hips snapping forward. "Take it all. Show him how you choke on my big dick. Show him what you never did for his little prick."

Sirius pulled back, gasping, saliva dripping from his chin. He looked at Remus and laughed that cruel, beautiful, musical sound that had replaced his genuine laughter years ago. "I never choked on yours, did I, Remus? I never gagged. I never cried. Because you were too small to make me feel anything."

Remus sobbed, his hand moving to his own cock, already hard, already throbbing despite the humiliation. He hated himself for it. He hated that he still loved Sirius. That he would take any crumb of attention, even this.

"Get up." James commanded Sirius, pulling him to his feet. "Bedroom. I want to fuck you properly. And I want him to participate."

They moved to the master bedroom, the marital room Remus had never slept in, the room where James and Sirius spent every night wrapped around each other while Remus listened from down the hall.

But tonight was different. Tonight, James had plans.

"On the bed, Cuck." James ordered Remus. "On your back. Head at the edge."

Remus obeyed, his heart hammering. He lay on his back, his head hanging slightly off the mattress, looking up at the canopy above.

"Perfect." James said, and then he was climbing onto the bed, positioning himself over Remus's face, but not facing him. Facing away. His heavy balls hung low, brushing against Remus's forehead, his massive cock jutting out above Remus's chin.

And then Sirius climbed on too, kneeling over Remus's face, his legs spread wide, his hole positioned directly above Remus's mouth. Remus could see everything—the way Sirius's hole was already loose and ready, the way it clenched and unclenched, the glistening arousal leaking from his cock.

"Right there." James said, positioning himself behind Sirius. "Perfect. He can see everything. He can watch every inch go in."

James thrust forward, and Remus watched, he couldn't look away as that massive cock breached Sirius's hole. He saw the stretch, saw the way Sirius's body yielded, saw the skin pulling tight and shiny around James's girth. He was close enough to smell them, the musk of their arousal, the sweat on James's balls that were resting against his forehead.

"Fuck." Sirius groaned, his hips pushing back to take James deeper. "So big... So fucking big... Right there... Oh Merlin..."

"Watch." James commanded Remus, his voice strained. "Watch me fuck your ‘husband’. Watch what he actually wants. What he needs."

Remus watched. He watched James's thick cock sliding in and out of Sirius, disappearing completely and then withdrawing until just the head was inside before slamming back in. He watched the way Sirius's hole clung to James's cock, the way it stayed open when James pulled back, glistening and hungry for more.

"Suck my balls, cuck." James ordered suddenly, his hips never slowing their rhythm. "While I fuck him. Take them in your mouth. Clean them."

Remus opened his mouth, his tongue finding James's heavy balls as they swung forward with each thrust. He sucked them gently, one at a time, then both together, his mouth filled with the weight and taste of them, the sweat, the musk, the bitterness of a real man's scent.

"That's it, cuck." James encouraged, slamming into Sirius harder. "Clean them while I fuck your ‘husband’. Get them wet. Get them ready for when I fill him up."

Sirius was moaning constantly now, a stream of desperate sounds falling from his lips. He looked down at Remus, at his husband, his legal spouse, lying beneath them with James's balls in his mouth and a perfect view of James's cock destroying his hole and letting out a smirk.

"Pathetic." Sirius whispered, though his voice was breathless with pleasure. "Look at you. Sucking James balls while he fucks me. You really are just a cuckold, aren't you? Just a toy for us to use."

Remus sobbed around James's balls, his tears tracking down his temples into his hair.

"Make him drink." Sirius suggested suddenly, his eyes gleaming with cruelty. "You said you needed to piss earlier. Do it now. While you're inside me. Fill his mouth with it while you fill me with your cock."

James laughed, a dark, satisfied sound. "Perfect idea, beautiful. This is why I love you, my beautiful Sirius. Perfect."

He pulled his balls from Remus's mouth and shifted his position, aiming his thick cock down at Remus's face. But he didn't pull out of Sirius. He stayed buried deep inside him, his hips still thrusting, still fucking, while he aimed his cock at Remus's open mouth.

"Drink." James commanded, and a stream of hot, acrid piss hit Remus's face, splashing across his cheeks, his closed eyes, filling his mouth.

Remus gagged, his throat working as he swallowed, the taste of overwhelming piss and the faint bitterness of Sirius's arousal that lingered on James's cock from when Sirius had sucked him earlier. James's stream was strong, filling Remus's mouth faster than he could swallow, spilling down his chin, pooling in his ears.

"Drink it all." Sirius ordered, watching Remus's face from above, his hole still clenching around James's thrusting cock. "Every drop. That's what you're good for. Being our toilet. Our little piss-drinking cuckold."

When James finally finished, he shook his cock, splattering the last drops across Remus's face, and then thrust back into Sirius hard enough to make him scream.

"Now." James said, his voice rough with exertion, "Slap him, my love."

Sirius looked down at Remus, confused for a moment. "What?"

"His cock." James clarified, his hips snapping forward relentlessly. "Slap his little prick. Hard. While I fuck you. I want to see you hurt him. I want to see you choose me over him completely.”

Sirius's expression shifted, something flickered in his eyes, a moment of hesitation, of the old Sirius peeking through. But then James hit that perfect spot inside him, and Sirius's face transformed into a mask of cruel pleasure.

He reached down, his hand finding Remus's cock, small and hard and throbbing, pathetic against Remus's stomach. He wrapped his fingers around it, not to stroke, but to grip it cruelly, crushing it in his fist.

Remus cried out, his back arching off the bed.

"Pathetic." Sirius whispered, and then he slapped Remus's cock hard, the sound sharp in the room.

Remus screamed, the pain shooting through him, his hips bucking involuntarily.

"Again." James commanded, fucking Sirius harder, deeper. "Again. Make him cry. Make him know his place."

Sirius slapped Remus's cock again, and again, his hand coming down cruelly on the sensitive flesh. Remus was sobbing now, tears streaming down his face, his body shaking with pain and humiliation and the twisted arousal he couldn't control.

"Little prick." Sirius sneered, slapping him again. "So small. So inadequate. You could never make me feel like this, could you? You could never fill me like James does. You could never make me scream."

"Never." Remus sobbed, his voice breaking. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry… for not being enough for you…"

"Sorry isn't enough." Sirius said, slapping him again, harder. "You have to know. You have to accept it. James's cock is bigger. Better. Perfect. And yours is just... nothing. A joke. Something to be slapped and laughed at."

"Come for me." James grunted, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Come on my cock while you slap his little prick. Show him what real pleasure looks like."

Sirius's hand moved faster, slapping Remus's cock in rhythm with James's thrusts, each impact sending pain shooting through Remus's body. But he watched, he couldn't look away as Sirius's face transformed, his eyes rolling back, his mouth falling open in a perfect O of ecstasy.

"James. Oh fuck. James. I'm coming!" Sirius screamed, his hole tightening around James's cock, his release shooting across Remus's chest and stomach, hot and thick and marking him as the outsider, the cuckold, the one who didn't belong.

James followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt and groaning long and low as he spilled his seed deep inside Sirius, filling him up, claiming him completely.

They collapsed forward, James's weight pressing Sirius down onto Remus, their combined sweat and fluids smearing across Remus's skin. For a moment, they lay there, panting, and Remus could feel James's cock still pulsing inside Sirius, could feel the heat of their connection just inches from his face.

Then Sirius pushed himself up, his hands on either side of Remus's head, and looked down at him. The cruelty was still there, but something else flickered in his eyes, something that looked almost like regret. Almost like love.

He leaned down, his lips brushing Remus's ear, and whispered so softly James couldn't hear, "I'm sorry. I do love you. In my own way."

Then he straightened up, and the moment was gone. The mask was back.

"Clean us up." Sirius ordered, climbing off Remus and lying on the bed beside him, his legs spread wide, James's cum already leaking from his ruined hole. "With your tongue. Get in deep. I want to be clean for when he fucks me again in the morning."

Remus rolled onto his side, his body aching, his cock throbbing from the slapping, his face wet with tears and piss, and he pressed his tongue to Sirius's hole.

He could taste James's cum, thick and bitter and salty, the taste of a real man's release. He could feel Sirius's body trembling as he lapped at him, cleaning him out with humiliating thoroughness, his tongue pushing deep to get every drop.

"That's it." James murmured, watching from where he lay beside Sirius, his hand stroking his half hard cock. "Get in there deep. Make sure he's clean. That's all you're good for now, Remus. Cleaning up after us. Being our little cuckold. Our piss-drinking, cock-sucking, pathetic little husband."

When Remus finished, when Sirius was clean and James was satisfied, he crawled to his feet and made his way to the door.

"Remus." Sirius called softly.

Remus turned, hope fluttering in his chest despite everything.

"Goodnight." Sirius said, and for a moment, his voice was gentle. "Sleep well."

Then James pulled Sirius into his arms with possessiveness, and Sirius's face disappeared into James's neck, and Remus was alone.

He went to his room, the small room at the end of the hall and lay on his narrow bed, his body aching, his heart shattered, his cock still hard and unsatisfied.

He thought about Sirius's whispered words. "I do love you. In my way."

It wasn't enough. It would never be enough.

But it was all he had.

And so he clung to it, like a drowning man clinging to driftwood, and waited for morning, when it would all begin again.

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It had been years since Remus had last touched Sirius. Years of watching, of cleaning up, of drinking James's piss while they laughed at him. Years of being reminded daily that his cock was too small, too inadequate, too pathetic to ever satisfy his husband.

So when James announced it casually, over breakfast, as if discussing the weather, Remus's heart stopped.

"I think we should let him fuck you, Sirius." James said, his hand wrapped around his tea cup, his eyes fixed on Sirius. "It's been long enough. Let him remember what he's missing. Let him feel how loose you are now. How ruined."

Sirius looked up from his toast, his gray eyes widening. "Really?"

"Really." James confirmed, a cruel smile playing at his lips. "I want him to know. I want him to feel it. To understand completely that he could never compete. That he never stood a chance."

Remus's fork clattered against his plate. "You mean... I can... Sirius and I can..."

"You can try." James corrected, his gaze shifting to Remus, cold and mocking. "You can try to fuck your husband. See if you can make him feel anything. See if you can last more than thirty seconds inside that perfect hole that I stretch out every single day."

"I can." Remus said quickly, too quickly, desperation bleeding through his voice. "I can make him feel good. I can-"

"You'll fail." James interrupted, standing up and crossing to Sirius. He pulled Sirius up from his chair and kissed him deeply, possessively, his hands roaming over Sirius's body. "But I want you to try. I want you to feel him loose and open around your little prick. I want you to feel how little effect you have. And then I want to show you what he actually needs."

Sirius was already breathless when James released him, his pupils blown wide, his cock hardening in his trousers. "When?" he asked, his voice husky.

"Now." James decided. "Bedroom. Let's get this over with.”

They moved to the master bedroom, the room that was never Remus's, no matter what the marriage certificate said. James sat in the armchair in the corner, his legs spread wide, his hand stroking his cock through his trousers as he watched.

"Undress him." James commanded Remus. "Make it good. Make it worth our time."

Remus approached Sirius with trembling hands. This was his chance, his one chance to prove himself, to show Sirius that he could still make him feel good, that they could still have something real.

He undressed Sirius slowly, reverently, his fingers brushing over familiar skin. The love bites from James were still there fresh, purple, marking Sirius as owned. Remus tried to ignore them, focusing instead on Sirius's face, on the soft lips he hadn't kissed in years.

"Can I..." Remus started, his voice breaking. "Can I kiss you?"

Sirius looked at James, who nodded his permission.

"Quickly." Sirius said, his voice cold. "Don't make it sentimental."

Remus leaned in, his lips finding Sirius's. The kiss was chaste at first, then deeper, desperate, all the love and longing Remus had stored up pouring into it. He poured his soul into that kiss, his hands framing Sirius's face, his thumbs brushing over Sirius's cheekbones.

For a moment, just a moment, Sirius kissed him back. His lips softened, his breath hitched, something almost like tenderness flickering in his eyes.

Then James cleared his throat, showing displeasure and Sirius pulled away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as if removing something distasteful.

"Enough foreplay." James said. "Fuck him. Let's see what you've got."

Remus undressed quickly, his small cock already hard and throbbing, pathetic against his stomach compared to the monster James was slowly freeing from his own trousers. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between Sirius's spread legs, and positioned himself at Sirius's entrance.

He could feel it immediately, the looseness, the openness. Sirius's hole was slick from the oil James had used on him that morning, still warm and ready, but it felt... empty. Even before Remus entered, he could tell that Sirius's body had been molded to accommodate something much larger.

"Go on," James encouraged, stroking his massive cock slowly, the head already leaking. "Put it in. Let's see his face when he realizes he can't feel anything."

Remus pushed forward, sliding into Sirius with one smooth stroke. It was easy, too easy. There was no resistance, no tightness, no stretch. Sirius's body accepted him without effort, without any need to adjust, without any sensation of being filled.

Sirius lay there, looking up at the ceiling, his expression completely neutral. Bored, even.

"Move." Sirius said flatly. "If you're going to do this, do it. I don't have all day."

Remus started to thrust, his hips snapping forward, trying to find an angle, any angle, that would make Sirius feel something. He tried deep, he tried shallow, he tried grinding against Sirius's prostate, but Sirius's body had been trained by James's massive cock, stretched and ruined for anything smaller.

"Do you feel anything, my love?" James asked Sirius, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. "Is his little prick doing anything for you?"

Sirius turned his head to look at James, and his expression transformed immediately. The boredom melted away, replaced by hunger, by need, by the look Remus remembered from when they were first together, but it was directed at James, not at him.

"Nothing." Sirius said, his voice breathy with desire as he looked at James's cock. "I can't feel anything, James. It's like he's not even inside me. It's like a finger. A small finger. I feel empty.”

"Pathetic." James laughed, his hand moving faster on his own big cock. "Keep going, Remus. Let's see how long you last. Let's see if you can even make yourself come inside that loose hole, since you clearly can't make him feel anything."

Remus was thrusting harder now, desperation driving him, sweat beading on his forehead. He reached down to stroke Sirius's cock, hoping to find some response, some sign that he was doing something right, but Sirius was soft. Completely soft. Uninterested.

"Don't touch me." Sirius snapped, pushing Remus's hand away. "Your hands feel wrong. Small and weak. I only want James's hands on me. James's big, strong hands. James's massive cock."

The words hit Remus like blows, but he couldn't stop. He was close, too close, his body betraying him, his orgasm building despite the humiliation, despite knowing that Sirius felt nothing, that this was a failure before it began.

"James…" Remus sobbed, his hips stuttering. "I'm going to- I'm going to come…"

"Already?" James laughed, the sound booming through the room. "Merlin, you really are pathetic. How long has it been? Two minutes? Three? And you're already going to spill your worthless seed inside my Sirius?"

"I'm sorry." Remus gasped, his thrusts becoming erratic. "I'm sorry, I can't help it. It's too good-"

"It's not good for Sirius." James corrected cruelly. "He can't feel anything. You're just fucking yourself into a loose, empty hole that I ruined for you. Go on then. Come. Show us how quickly that little prick can finish. Show us how inadequate you are."

Remus came with a sob, his release pathetic and weak, spilling inside Sirius with barely any force, barely any volume. He collapsed forward, his face buried in Sirius's neck, his body shaking with humiliation and unsatisfied longing.

When he pulled out, his cock was already softening, small and spent and useless.

Sirius didn't even look at him. He was already sitting up, his eyes fixed on James, his hand reaching out. "Please…" he begged, his voice transforming into that wanton, desperate tone Remus hadn't heard in years, not directed at him. "Please, James. I need to feel something. I need your cock. Please fuck me. Please fill me up. Show me what I've been missing."

"Let's show him." James agreed, standing up and crossing to the bed, his massive cock swaying heavily between his legs. "Show him what a real man can do. What a real cock feels like."

James pushed Remus aside, literally shoved him off the bed so that Remus fell to the floor, his naked body hitting the carpet with a thud. James climbed onto the mattress, positioning himself between Sirius's legs, and didn't bother with preparation. He didn't need to. Sirius was already open, already ready, already ruined for anything but this.

James thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful stroke, and Sirius?

Sirius screamed.

Not in pain. In pure, overwhelming, mind shattering pleasure. His back arched off the bed, his hands clawing at James's shoulders, his eyes rolling back until only the whites showed.

"FUCK!" Sirius wailed, his voice breaking. "OH MERLIN! JAMES! YES! SO BIG! SO FUCKING BIG!"

"Feel that?" James grunted, his hips snapping forward, setting a brutal pace immediately. "Feel how I fill you up? Feel how I stretch you out? This is what you need, isn't it? This is what that little cuck could never give you."

"NEVER!" Sirius screamed, his legs wrapping around James's waist, pulling him deeper. "He could never. Oh Merlin. Right there! Yes! He's so small! So pathetic! I couldn't even feel him!"

"Couldn't feel anything." James agreed, pounding into Sirius with abandon, the bed creaking, the headboard slamming against the wall. "His little cock was like a toothpick inside you. Like nothing. But this, this is what you crave. This is what makes you scream."

"YES!" Sirius sobbed, tears streaming down his face, but these weren't tears of sadness or shame. These were tears of pure ecstasy, of finally being filled, finally being satisfied. "THIS IS WHAT I NEED! YOUR HUGE COCK! ONLY YOURS! FUCK ME HARDER! PLEASE! MAKE ME FEEL IT!"

Remus lay on the floor, his own cum drying on his stomach, and watched. He watched James's massive cock pistoning in and out of Sirius, watched the way Sirius's body seemed to come alive, every nerve ending firing, every muscle tensing with pleasure. He watched Sirius's cock soft and uninterested just minutes ago now throbbing and leaking against his stomach, untouched, desperate for release.

"Tell him." James commanded, his hand wrapping around Sirius's throat. "Tell him how much better this is. Tell him what he is like compared to me."

"You're a Merlin." Sirius wailed, his eyes finding Remus on the floor, but looking through him, past him, seeing only James. "Your cock is perfect. So big. So thick. So deep. Remus is nothing. His little prick is a joke. He came in two minutes and I felt NOTHING! But you, you fuck me for hours and I feel EVERYTHING!"

"That's right." James growled, his thrusts becoming erratic as he is neared his own release. "You feel everything with me. You come screaming my name. You beg for my cum. You worship my cock. Because I'm a real man. And he's just... What is he, Sirius? What is he to you?"

"My cuckold." Sirius sobbed, his hole tightening around James, milking him. "My pathetic little cuckold husband. Good for nothing husband. Just for drinking your piss. Cleaning your cum out of me. Watching you fuck me. That's all he's good for.”

"For drinking my piss," James repeated, slamming into Sirius hard enough to make him scream. "Cleaning up after me. Watching me satisfy you. Because he never could. He never will."

"NEVER!" Sirius agreed, his hands gripping James's arse, pulling him deeper. "Please come inside me. Fill me up! Mark me! Show him who owns me!"

James roared, burying himself to the hilt, his hips jerking as he spilled his seed deep inside Sirius, thick, hot, voluminous, filling Sirius up completely. Sirius followed seconds later, screaming James's name, his release shooting across his own chest in ropes, his body convulsing with the force of his orgasm.

They collapsed together, James still buried inside Sirius, their bodies tangled, their breathing ragged. Remus lay on the floor, forgotten, his heart shattered into pieces too small to ever be recovered.

After a long moment, Sirius pushed James body gently, and James rolled off him, his massive cock sliding free with a wet sound, glistening with their combined fluids. Sirius sat up, his body marked and claimed, James's cum already leaking from his ruined hole.

He looked down at Remus on the floor, and for a moment, something almost like pity flickered in his eyes. Almost like love.

"Come here." Sirius said softly, his voice gentle in a way that made Remus's chest ache.

Remus crawled to his knees, then to the edge of the bed, looking up at Sirius with hope, terrible, desperate hope.

Sirius reached out, his hand cupping Remus's cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear. "Did you feel it?" he asked quietly. "When you were inside me? Did you feel how loose I am? How ruined I am?"

Remus nodded, his throat tight. "I felt it. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I'm not big enough. I'm sorry I couldn't make you feel anything."

"I know." Sirius murmured, his voice soft, almost tender. "I know you're sorry. And I know you love me. You still love me, don't you? Even after everything?"

"Always." Remus choked out. "I'll always love you, Sirius. Always."

Sirius smiled a sad, gentle smile that reminded Remus of the boy he had fallen in love with. "I know. And that's why I'm going to be kind to you. I'm going to tell you exactly what you are to me. Exactly what your place is."

He leaned down, his lips brushing Remus's ear, his voice dropping to a whisper that was somehow more devastating than any scream.

"Your cock is useless." Sirius said, his voice still gentle, still soft, but the words cutting deeper than any knife. "You felt it, didn't you? I couldn't feel you at all. I'm too stretched out for you now. James has ruined me for anything but his massive cock. So your prick, your small, pathetic, quickly-finishing cock has no purpose anymore."

Remus sobbed, his tears falling freely.

"But you still have a use," Sirius continued, pulling back to look Remus in the eyes. "You're still my husband, on paper only. And I still need you. Do you know what for you are to me?"

Remus shook his head, unable to speak.

"For drinking James's piss." Sirius said simply, matter of factly. "That's your primary purpose now. Every morning, every night, whenever he needs to go. You'll open your mouth and take it. All of it. And you'll thank him for the privilege."

"Yes." Remus whispered, his voice broken.

"And for cleaning." Sirius continued, his hand petting Remus's hair like he was a dog. "After he fucks me, and he will fuck me, Remus, every day, multiple times a day, for the rest of our lives, after he fills me up with his thick cum, you'll clean me out. With your tongue. Deep inside. You'll eat his semen out of me, and you'll make sure I'm clean and ready for when he wants me again.”

"I will." Remus promised, his voice cracking. "I'll do anything. Anything you need."

"I know you will." Sirius said, and he pressed a soft kiss to Remus's forehead. "Because you love me. And this is the only way you can be close to me now. The only way you can touch me. Through him. Through serving him. Through being our little cuckold."

He sat back, spreading his legs wide, James's cum leaking steadily from his hole onto the sheets.

"Start now." Sirius commanded, his voice gentle but firm. "Clean me. Eat his cum out of me. Show me you're good for something."

Remus leaned forward, his tongue finding Sirius's used hole, and began to lap at the thick seed leaking from him. The taste was overwhelming, James's bitter cum mixed with Sirius's arousal, the essence of their pleasure that Remus could never provide.

"That's it." Sirius murmured, his hand resting on Remus's head, guiding him, holding him in place. "Get in deep. Make sure you get it all. Every drop. That's your purpose now, Remus. Your only purpose. Drinking his piss and eating his cum. Being our little cleanup cuckold. Because your cock..." Sirius laughed softly, cruelly, "Your cock is useless. Completely, utterly useless."

James laughed from where he lay on the bed, watching, his hand already stroking his half hard cock again. "Useless little prick," he agreed. "But a very useful mouth. Keep licking, cuck. Make sure he's clean. I'm going to want to fuck him again in ten minutes, and I want him ready."

"Yes." Remus mumbled against Sirius's skin, his tears mixing with the fluids he was cleaning, his heart broken but his love undimmed. "Yes, James. Yes, Sirius. I'll be good. I'll be useful. I'll be whatever you need."

"That's my good cuckold." Sirius whispered, his eyes closing as Remus's tongue pushed deeper, cleaning him out with desperate thoroughness. "My perfect, pathetic, piss-drinking, cum-eating, useless-cock little husband. I do love you, Remus. In my own way. For what you are to me now. A cuck. James little cuck."

And Remus kept licking, kept cleaning, kept serving because it was all his purpose now, and all he would ever have, and loving Sirius meant accepting this. Meant accepting that he was nothing but a mouth for piss and a tongue for cleanup.

Meant accepting that James's massive huge cock had won completely, and would keep winning, every day, for the rest of their lives.

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