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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Remus_Lupin/Severus_Snape, Severus_Snape/_Tom_Riddle, Remus_Lupin/Teddy
      Lupin
  Character:
      Remus_Lupin, Teddy_Lupin, Severus_Snape
  Additional Tags:
      Angst, There_literally_is_no_happiness_in_this_story, Sad,
      Methamphetamine, Drug_Addiction, Domestic_Violence, Gang_Rape, Mental
      Health_Issues, Mental_Instability
  Series:
      Part 1 of The_Macabre_Dance_Series
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-06-22 Words: 1648
****** Ballet on Acid ******
by maymabane
Summary
     A drug addiction that can't be helped and a forced marriage that
     can't be stopped.
Notes
     I'm sorry for all the angst in advance. Working on chapter three at
     the moment.
Ballet on Acid
By M. Bane

Chapter 1:Music
Severus
The music starts off slow. Slippered feet drag across the sanded wood, tracing
each crack. Violin bows and offers his hand. The man bows back and begins to
dance. It's simple at first. Fouette, chasse, one more fouette and then
attitude. The violin steps back, allowing the handsome flute to take the man's
hand. Their dance is fast. Turns are made with quick movements. The man forgets
all technique, letting his body move with the flute. He's lost in the sound of
ballet. He is in love. In love with the flute, the violin, the drums, the
gentle sound of vocals. The love is abusive. The wind tears at his hair, the
violin bites him, drums beat into heart and the vocals...they yell. They remind
him of a cold childhood. Of his mother's tear streaked face. Of hungry nights,
nibbling on stale crackers. Of thirsty days, forcing himself through spoiled
milk. Of blue bruises turning black. But he doesn't leave the music. He still
loves it. He loves the ripped hair, the bloody bites, the dark bruises on his
heart. He even loves the screams. They keep him alive. They make him human.
They are getting him through the worst of the pain. The music gets him through
the sex. It gets him through the abuse and tears. The music is what keeps him
sane.

****-*****-*****
Remus
The music is fast. Hurry. Spin faster, get away from the spiders. Get away from
the broken glass and past. Do you want the monsters to catch you? The man
falls. Screams. Screams. Screams turn into shrieks. The musical notes turn into
demons. The demons scratch at him. Fight! Fight back! He swipes back at the
demons. They turn into snakes that crawl under his skin. NO! He hears himself
scream. NO! NO! The man shrieks and shrieks and shrieks. He gropes around in
the dark. GO AWAY! A knife. The man shrieks again, NO! STOP KILLING ME! The
snakes squirm into his stomach, his eyes. NO! PLEASE! The man digs the knife
into his arm. He digs the snakes out. Blue, purple. Red. NO! He keeps digging
until he throws up. The snakes come out along with spiders and rivers of blood.
His vomit turns into acid. He's burning! The acid and snakes are killing him.
PLEASE! The man curls up in acid and blood and snakes and cries. Please. The
musical notes become mediwizards. The music is too late. He is too far gone.

******-*******-********-*****
Severus
His moans are practiced. Every low growl, every kiss, every touch has been
rehearsed. They have all practiced on an empty stage, with nothing but dirty
pictures to help them. But now they were performing. The audience is in awe.
Doesn't that throaty moan sound lovely? Did you see how that kiss? Look how
it's carefully precise. Wow! These actors must be payed brilliantly. Ah, look.
They are getting payment now. See how the manager presses warm kisses
underneath the stage's ear. Amazing! More payment I see. The manager turns the
stage, slowly pushing apart curtains. The stage arches up to kisses and licks.
Murmurs...do you see that? We should get a stage like that. Not the stage
silly. The actors. The manager. The stage is just an empty shell. Dressed in
frills, covered in jewels. We both know dear that the stage is bland. Ugly.
Ordinary.
******-*******-**********-************
Remus
Angels. The men grunting and thrusting above him are angels. Sent from God to
patch him up. Stop the bleeding. Wipe the tears away. The angels gave him food,
a nice soapy bath. They rubbed healing potions into his skin. The angels gave
him chocolate. Fancy little truffles from France. They unwrapped them for him.
Set it onto his tongue. That's when they began to kiss him. They touched his
nipples, sucked on his neck. He let them because it was a change. Finally he
could be healed. But then he reminded himself that the spiders were just
waiting. The snakes were in the corners, ready to creep under his skin. Stay
calm, he thinks. The angels are here to protect you. Both of the men orgasm at
the same time. Cum drips from his ass, making the sheets wet. The prettiest
angel picks him up. He dresses the man in a soft robe. Brushes hair. Kisses
lips. And then he is left there. Dressed in ragged clothes, breathing heavy.
Cum dripping from his body. 
Chapter 2: Abused 
Severus
Hands are such evil things. They hold knives and belts and whips. Hands hold
wrist up over black topped heads. Hands leave dark welts in soft unblemished
skin. Hands turn beautiful feminine things into ugly and dark things. The angel
doesn't liked to be bruised, but is used to it. Too many times has he succumbed
to the hands. Too many times has he allowed the hands to break him and then
heal him. He knows that the hands love him. The hands have traced loving lines
along his back. Just as the hands love him...he loves the hands. The man
screams. Hands turn into nails. The nails dig into his back, break skin and let
blood drip down his legs. The man doesn't love the nails. Even during loving
caresses, the nails manage to make him cry. They make him realize he is weak,
that he is just a shell of his former self.

Remus

He used to be such a wonderful father. Cupcakes on Teddy's birthday. Kisses
when it was time for Teddy to sleep. Even during his tweakings, the man was a
marvelous father. He'd wipe tears away from Teddy, all while picking skin from
his arms. Teddy would help him patch the skin up later on. Then he would tuck
he and Teddy into bed. Teddy would sleep and he would pull strands of hair from
his head. 
But that is gone now. Teddy has become one of the demons. He works with the
snakes and spiders. Teddy's the one that brings the darkness with him. It's all
Teddy's fault. This is what the man thinks as he picks up the nearest glass
pipe. The man throws it at his demon son, screaming. YOU FUCKING SLUT! YOU
BASTARD! YOU FUCKED MY BOYFRIEND.
Teddy is crying. Don't cry Teddy, my sweet sweet baby. The man yells at the
sweet voice in his head. YOU SLUT! YOU SLUT! The man stomps across the room. A
metal pan grabs his attention. He picks it up, anger flaring throughout his
body. Remus no. Remus please don't hit him. Remus please...please..! STOP! HE
WANTS HIS DADDY BACK! The man raises the pot, ready to swing. The demon shakes
his head, NO DADDY! PLEASE! I'M SORRY! The man doesn't hear him. SLUT, SLUT!

Remus please! DON-

Severus
Look how pretty these shoes are miss. Look how lovely this dress is miss. Look
how lovely your eyes are miss. Look how. Look how. LOOK HOW. LOOK HOW. LOOK
HOW. The man doesn't know what they are talking about. Those silly girls are
fawning over him as he glides through the store. The robes are such foolish
pieces of fabric. Tight gray robes are placed next to short green dresses. The
man picks up a pretty red number. It's soft satin...The man could imagine it
melding into his slight curves. But then he remembers his lord's words. No more
clothing this week my love. Not until you please me again. The man grabs the
red dress. He wants it. In fact he needs it. The man stuffs the dress inside of
his bag. For once he feels in control.

Remus
Snakes crawl under his skin. They eat him for breakfast. Mmm, they say. He
tastes like emptiness. The man bats them away, using a sharp knife to cut them
from himself. No! He whimpers. Nothing but cold air hears him. The air echoes
his cry. The man crawls to the air. Air? Air? Can you hear me? The man digs
into his skin again, using his fingers to pluck out left over snakes and
beetles. They skitter away. They crawl under his shirt into his eyes again. The
man stabs himself. They skitter in and out, in and out. The man sticks a finger
down his throat. Cough, cough. Gurgle. Gurgle. Acid pours out of him. The
beetles come out with chunks of bread and bone. He catches snakes writing with
soup. He puts a hand over his mouth, willing the acid to stop .But it burns
right through him. The man screams. NO! NO! STOP! He can barely talk. The acid
burns his lips, cuts his teeth. The man gurgles as the acid comes up again.
Footsteps. NO! NO! 
"Dad?" Hands touch him. They push back hair and check his temperature. "Are you
okay?" The hands give him chocolate. CHOCOLATE! His mind goes into a frenzy as
he stuffs it into his mouth. The flavors mesh together. Lemon tastes like
orange. Dark chocolate is white. Cream is honey. 
"Slow down. I have more." The hand opens to revel truffles and bars of cocoa.
The man takes each piece slower. He enjoys the cool caramel against his tongue.
The spicy heat of peppers melt into the sweetness of white chocolate. For even
just these few moments the man is at peace.
"How's about I get you all cleaned up? I'll patch up your wounds and then we
can have some french fries." The demon turns into a angel again. The man brings
the boy close to him. He says words that feel funny in his mouth. The man won't
remember the way the words mean later that night. But he will remember that
they were sour and a little bitter. They were sprinkled with salt and regret
and a twinge of honesty.
"I love you too daddy."

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