I had a good old lazy day. Wrote a little, had dinner with my family who are in town, which is always a nice break from the roommates. :) Also did some light betaing for samson28, who I might add writes a terrific wolf!smut fic/drabble. :)

It's a little off topic here, but does anyone know what's happened to daisy_does? She'd been gone for a few days. At first I thought she just needed a few days off, but she hasn't shown up for a while. Who knows.

Anyway on with the smut. Oh, I feel so pervy for writing this, but I just absolutely adore it. I seriously need to write more of this stuff. ^_^

Title: Superiors
Author: misted_oracle
Reviews: yes please, priestess_oracle@yahoo.ca
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Remus/Fudge
Warning: rape, non-con, slash
Summery: Remus isn’t talking the way the Ministry would like. Fudge decides to personally persuade him.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, because if I did book five would have ended very differently, nor am I making any money off my writings.
Author’s Notes: Written for the Lusty month of May at pervy_werewolf.

Superiors

After years and years of risking his neck for the Order, this is what he gets, chained to a wall, shivering from the November wind that floats in through the high windows above. He can’t move his arms to cover his bare legs; he can’t even curl up in a tight little ball to try and stay warm; the chains won’t allow that much movement.

He had tried not to be bitter about it. After all, the Ministry was only doing their job to protect the public. He hated to admit it, but he knew the truth was that most werewolves, vampires and other ‘dark creatures’ had sided with Voldemort. And he agreed they should be prosecuted correctly.

But this was something else all together. He was no Death Eater; he was no supporter. He’d been an Order member, and still they locked him up here like some ruthless criminal. Remus rested his head on the cold wall and closed his eyes, wishing that someone would get him out of this horrible place.

He was sure the Order was working on it. They had to be. If Albus were still alive he wouldn’t have been kept overnight in this cell, Remus was sure of it. Minerva didn’t hold that much power or influence, though he knew she was probably working on getting him out.

It didn’t really matter, even if there was by some miracle hoards of people trying to get him out. The Ministry wasn’t taking any more chances; they’d all but declared from what Remus had gathered. And clearly letting a werewolf run free was taking a huge risk, one that they weren’t willing to make.

Remus sighed and tried to sleep. The constant darkness that loomed from the windows above had thrown him off track. He wasn’t sure whether it was day or night. He supposed it didn’t really matter. He yawned and willed himself not to dream about a soft bed with a feathered pillow, or a warm bath to sink into. It had been far to long since he’d been able to enjoy those simple pleasures. And it hurt too badly to dwell on what he could no longer have.

It was some time later that he woke up to the bars being opened and slammed into the stonewall. He wearily opened his eyes, praying silently that is wasn’t one of the interrogators again. He didn’t know how much more of their punishment he could possibly take.

But as the figure drew closer, still shadowed by his blurred vision, Remus was sure that this was no burly interrogator. He was portly and well kept, his robes much too clean and free of stains to possibly pass for the men Remus dreaded seeing.

He walked into his line of vision and Remus did a double take. Surely Fudge, the Minister of Magic had better things to do than visit a lowly werewolf. But sure enough the man stood there, looking very out of place in the dreary cell.

Remus cocked his head to one side, unsure of whether to be frightened or amused, “What are you doing here?” he meant for it to sound spiteful, but it only came out as a hoarse croak.

The Minister sighed and smoothed non-existent wrinkles on the front of his robes, “They’ve told me you haven’t been cooperating,” he answered shortly, his noise wrinkling up in disgust as he approached Remus closer, his unwashed scent made apparent.

“I have nothing to tell them,” Remus looked away, anger boiling inside. He had no right to be kept in his horrible place.

Fudge snorted, “You know why you’re here,” he said idly.

Remus took a breath, “I know why I’m here,” he agreed, “I’m here because I had the misfortune to be bitten by a werewolf. If I were a healthy man I’d be free, and you know it,” Remus dared, shooting Fudge a challenging glare.

Fudge held the glare, narrowing his eyes, “You’re a disgusting piece of filth, you sick beast,” Remus tried not to wince, but was unable to hold it back, “I’m glad we passed ass those laws to keep creatures like you off the streets,”

Remus closed his eyes and held his breath for the better half of a minute. He refused to yell or to swear or curse, or do any of the things he so wanted to do. Instead he held himself as straight as he could manage in his shackles and looked Fudge square in the eye.

“What are you doing here?” his voice was stronger this time, regaining some of its past power.

Fudge almost smiled, “I’m here to find out why you’re not talking,” he said smugly.

“You know the answer to that,” Remus held his stare, keeping his head high.

Fudge scowled, his eyes traveling up Remus’s dirty and emaciated body, “Stand wolf,” he commanded with more strength than Remus would have thought possible for a man like Fudge to have.

Remus held back a snarl and stood on his shaking legs, leaning heavily against the wall, his arms still shackled at an awkward angle. He watched nervously as Fudge approached him, a grimace on his face as he surveyed Remus’s half naked, very ill looking form.

“You were detained in the first round of capturing, were you not?” he asked, almost sounding polite. Remus nodded sternly, “My, you’ve been in here a while then, almost two years then?” his voice was light and Remus wanted nothing more than to take a swing at him.

“What does this have to do with anything?” he asked, unable to keep the sharpness from his voice.

“Manners, wolf,” he warned quietly, “I’m just thinking that that would indeed explain the smell,” Remus closed his eyes, breathing in and out evenly, trying to calm his rapidly deteriorating patience. Fudge smiled and continued on, “If you would just confess we could put you to death without any hassle. It probably wouldn’t take more than a week if you plead guilty at your trial,”

Remus tried to lunge at the man, only to lose his balance and slump forward in his chains. Fudge raised an irritated eyebrow and sighed, “I’m trying to end this and you won’t take my help,” he shook his head and forced Remus’s chin up, making their eyes meet, “I’m doing this for your own good,”

“Like hell!” Remus lost what little was left of his patience. He flinched violently away from his grasp and lashed out in an attempt to punch him.

“You’ve learned no respect for your superiors in your confinement here?” Fudge posed, when Remus refused to answer he shook his head and gave Remus a harsh slap across the face, “I should teach you some respect,”

Remus, seeing no point in trying to redeem himself, was about ready to lash out again, when Fudge’s hands pushed down the little material hanging loosely about his waist, leaving him completely bare.

“Shut it, wolf,” Fudge warned, casting a silencing spell over Remus before the man could yell.

Fudge pressed up against Remus, kneeing his legs apart forcefully. Remus struggled, but the chains held his legs and arms in place, leaving him compliant under Fudge’s will. The man’s large hands pressed into Lupin’s chest, keeping him pinned against the wall.

Remus tried to scream, but the spell held tight as Fudge held his hips in place, his fingers digging deep into the scarred flesh. He unbuttoned his own robes and pulled out his half erect cock, letting the werewolf kick as much as he wanted to no avail.

His hips were forced up and held tightly to the wall as Fudge positioned himself in front of Remus’s hole. With one painful thrust upwards Fudge embedded his erection, which was rapidly hardening to its fullest, within Remus, who was silently crying out for help.

“This will teach you, wolf,” Fudge grunted, thrusting his hips against Remus’s bruised arse, “to respect your superiors,” Remus’s cheeks were flushed with humiliation as he was brutally pummeled into the hard wall.

His cock lay completely uninterested and flaccid against his stomach. Fudge wrapped one of his hands around it and jerked it upwards quickly, squeezing the head painfully. Remus cried out, but noise immerged from his mouth. Wet trails of tears dripped down his cheeks, leaving clean skin in their wake.

Fudge thrust in one final, brutal time, climaxing inside Remus’s broken body. He let go and pulled out, casting a cleaning spell on himself and buttoning up his robes, while leaving Remus hanging weakly from his shackles, dirtied and crying silently.

He undid the silencing spell and looked sharply at Lupin, “If you haven’t told them something by tomorrow I’ll visit again,” Remus didn’t say a word, only nodded weakly, lowering his head.

Fudge left the cell without another word, opening his date book to see what his next appointment was. It seemed Hagrid wasn’t talking either. He supposed he’d have to go have a word with him.