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Log; Complete
When; Late evening on the 24th
Rating; PG/PG-13 for boykisses and massages
Characters; Sirius Black [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sirius_danger] & Remus Lupin [chocoholicremus]
Summary; A needed reconcilement before the full moon. Remus has been on edge emotionally due to the impending change, as demonstrated here and here, and was taking it out on Sirius. But once Sirius finds out why he's been acting that way, in he charges to make things right.
Log;
Sirius had had it. He was sick of things being able to change on a moments notice, sick of misunderstandings and things blowing up when they shouldn't and everything on a whole shifting constantly.
He was happy, then something would happen to drop the floor out from under his feet. Everyone had been managing to crawl back up to a semblance of normalcy, but there was always that edgey caution to things, everyone waiting for some new bit of insanity to be thrown their way.
Well, he'd finally found something good, something right, something that made him feel like he'd be able to ALWAYS get back to his feet, and goddamnit, he wasn't going to let that go off and feel bad all on its lonesome.
Sirius slammed Remus' door open, eyes taking in the neat room and the tired looking boy sitting at the desk.
"I'm sorry." It emerged a croak. Bugger. "How are you feeling?"
Remus flexed his fingers, wincing as the joints popped loudly, despite the fact that they felt at least momentarily better when he did that, on those days preceding the moon when he could feel its pull already exerting itself on his body, making his joints ache in anticipation of being broken and rebroken again and again.
He hated this period before the mood, when his body was tense in preparation of the change, and his emotions were on edge, the slightest thing being enough to set him off. He usually was able to keep this at bay, or if he was at school, he'd do his best to hole up in the library so as to avoid lashing out at his friends. The last thing he wanted was for any of them to get angry at him for something that he could potentially avoid. But then what did he go and do? Knowing full well how he was feeling, he lashed out at Sirius with all the confusion over what their future may bring, and the jealousy - yes, jealousy - he felt at Sirius' actions. Remus knew that Sirius was just being Sirius, and that he meant nothing over his comments about Simca other than his own disgruntlement at his team losing, but because of everything his normally cool logic failed him, and all he saw was Sirius obviously interested in someone else.
The door then flew open and there was Sirius standing there, slightly wild-eyed and a bit winded. And then when he apologized, Remus thought some sort of hex must have been cast on his hearing. Sirius didn't apologize for things, especially not things that were not his fault. This had been all Remus' fault, his insecurities and his overreacting. "Like crap. And there's nothing for you to be apologizing about. I'm the one who should be asking for forgiveness. I've been acting like a complete prat, and I'm sorry."
Sirius shut the door and went across the room, taking a seat on the edge of Remus' bed, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his thighs. "It's not entirely your fault though, what with the moon coming." He reasoned. Something I forgot about completely. The thought made him wince, guilt jabbing at his insides. He took one of Remus' hands in his and began to massage the aching joints, watching the werewolf with worried grey eyes.
"You shouldn't be hunched over that thing while you're feeling like this." Sirius said, frowning slightly. "Your back must be killing you." He wasn't known for being the most considerate of people, but Moony always managed to inspire a sort of thoughtfulness in him that never ceased to surprise anyone who managed to see it.
Exhaling softly, Remus closed his eyes, soaking in Sirius' comforting touch, massaging away the ache of joints that are being pulled past their limits and then some. "Still doesn't excuse it, Sirius. I've lived with it for a decade, and will likely continue to do so for decades to come. Even if I can't control myself one night a month, I will control myself the rest of the time." And that was it, when it all came down to it. Remus hated losing control of himself, and in those days before the full moon, his hold on his control was tenuous at best. He would just have to try harder to hold onto that control, as it wasn't fair to Sirius to continually put him through this sort of thing.
"Eh," he said, eyes opening once more, and shrugging a shoulder, wincing again as tense muscles grinded against cartilege and bone, grating painfully. "It's alright, I'm used to it. If not this, it'd be a book or a parchment or something." He then flashed Sirius what he hoped was a convincing smile, though it was barely more than a grimace.
Sirius almost smiled at the light sound of Remus relaxing, even if it was just a bit. He always felt so helpless when it came to things concerning the moon, and he was glad he could do something for his werewolf.
"You're going to give yourself white hair with an attitude like that." He told the boy, switching over to his other hand. "Frankly, I'm amazed we haven't found any yet as it is."
Remus' attempt at a smile made Sirius' chest ache. "Or you could go on the better things," He suggested, nodding at the bed. "Much better things. Like becoming a boneless sack of skin whilst I give you a proper massage."
Remus groaned dramatically, lifting his free hand to his forehead. "Oi, don't jinx me, Pads! If I go grey prematurely, I will blame it entirely on you." Though, Remus wouldn't be in the least surprised if he did start getting white or grey hairs. Between his penchant for worrying altogether too much, and the stress of having 120-some-odd full moons under his belt, he was amazed he wasn't already completely grey like Dumbledore.
"Massage?" He looked at Sirius hopefully, praying that his ears weren't deceiving him. A massage sounded wonderful right about now, and one given by Sirius would be even better.
"At least it won't come as a surprise to you." Sirius said brightly. "You'll wake up one morning, all of you hair stark white, and say to yourself 'Well, it was about time. That Sirius Black, always right.' And I'll quote that last bit back to you day and night until all of your white hair falls out."
He grinned at Remus, tugging on his hands lightly. "Massage." He confirmed. "Come on, I'll set you right. These fingers are MAGIC."
"What?! First you want me going all grey and white, and now you want me to go bald! That is just not on, Pads!" Remus just stared at Sirius with no small amount of horror displayed on his face. "You realize that if I go bald, I will hex all your hair off in retaliation, right?"
Allowing himself to be drawn from his chair to the bed, Remus stumbled, landing sprawled, face-down beside Sirius. "Like this," he queried, though it was muffled by the blankets so as to be nearly unintelligible. Only a person highly skilled in Remus-speak would be able to decipher it, as Remus was most notoriously not a morning person, despite all evidence to the contrary. "Well, let's go, Mister Magic Fingers, have at it!"
Sirius made a small "Erk!" noise, but quickly masked it with a cough. "I didn't say I WANTED you to go bald," He said briskly, "Only that it was possible. But, I will restrain in my quoting at you, if it means keeping both of our heads fully covered."
Sirius eased himself over Remus to straddle his hips, careful not to rest too much weight on the smaller boy. Cracking his knuckles, he set to work, pressing his fingers and palms firmly into the stiff upper back, slowly undoing knotted muscles. He made his way up first, soothing the boys neck and shoulders before working circles lower and lower, leaving no area unattended. He almost hissed in sympathy; Remus' muscles were so tight.
Remus muttered something that may have been 'that's more like it', but instead it came out as a low moan. Sirius' fingers truly were as magical as he stated, and while it hurt a bit, it also felt amazing. Each knot of tension was slowly giving way underneath Sirius' talented ministrations, making Remus feel quite loose and relaxed.
"Mrph. 'F I didn't love you before, I definitely do now," he declared in a half-groan, half-sigh. "Oh, under the right shoulderblade, please--mmm, yes right there!" Remus positively wriggled in joy as a most persistent knot finally gave way. "Muuuuuch better, oh yes indeed. You and your fingers should be a national treasure. We'll lock you away somewhere so that only werewolves named Remus can benefit from your talents."
Sirius shivered at the sounds Remus was making. The boy obviously didn't quite realize just how he affected Sirius, or he'd have stopped and let him concentrate. He was slowly becoming...distracted.
Remus' words, however, got him back on track with an even more intense desire to please.
"But think of the MONEY I could make with this kind of talent." He said as he worked a particularly bad knot. "I'd become filthy rich within a few years, even more so than I already am, and you'd never have to work a day in your life and we'd live happily ever after. How does that sound?"
Remus began to feel his jealousy rear its ugly head, but he refused to turn this into an argument once more, instead bantering with Sirius. "Hmmm...share you with the public and live in the lap of luxury and never have to lift a finger for anything more than wiping my arse, or keep you all to myself, live a normal life and try not to get fired again when my employer finds out that I'm a werewolf. Tough decision."
Turning his head to the side, Remus grinned up at Sirius, arching a brow. "What do you think?"
Sirius could practically feel his inner dogtail wag at Remus' grin. Unable to resist, he leaned down and captured Remus' lips with his own, kissing him perhaps a bit more fiercely than he'd intended; it didn't exactly fit the slow, smooth way he'd been touching the boy just moments before. He couldn't help it, though. An entire day of being mad and confused and wanting nothing more than to fight with Remus until they sorted things out made him want his werewolf that much more. Loving someone with his body came easily to Sirius and left no room for misunderstanding.
"I think that, even though it's surprising, I like a possesive Moony." Sirius murmured against his lips. "I have many other talents to make us tons of money, anyway."
It was a surprise when Sirius covered Remus' lips with his own, though it shouldn't have been. It was like the entire day - all the fighting and frustration - had been leading up to this moment where it all melted away and all that was left was just the two of them. Remus shifted slightly, just enough to give Sirius better access, one hand reaching up to tangle in Sirius' hair, keeping him close.
"Good thing, too, being that I doubt I'll stop being possessive any time soon." It was still so surprising to him, to think that he and Sirius were together like this, that he wanted to cling to it, hold it close to himself and never let it go. "You are rather talented, after all. Perhaps you should remind me of some of those talents, hmmm?"
"Thought you'd never ask," Sirius said, eyes lit in a grin. He ran a hand through Remus' hair to massage his scalp as he moved in for another kiss. His free hand slipped under Remus' shirt to ghost along now relaxed and sensitive skin. He doubted he'd ever get tired of touching his werewolf. Something in his stomach squirmed painfully as the unbidden thought, But he probably gets tired of you. YOU didn't break up with him, after all~, surfaced in the back of his mind.
No, He thought, touches becoming somewhat more desperate as if being closer and closer to Remus would somehow make things different, make their futures okay. No, things have already changed...Us being here has changed them. The future... It's ours to make now.
With that thought firmly rooted in his mind, he lost himself completely in Remus. If he just stayed there with him, it'd be alright. Remus would know he loved him, and that would never change.
Rating; PG/PG-13 for boykisses and massages
Characters; Sirius Black [
sirius_danger] & Remus Lupin [chocoholicremus]Summary; A needed reconcilement before the full moon. Remus has been on edge emotionally due to the impending change, as demonstrated here and here, and was taking it out on Sirius. But once Sirius finds out why he's been acting that way, in he charges to make things right.
Log;
Sirius had had it. He was sick of things being able to change on a moments notice, sick of misunderstandings and things blowing up when they shouldn't and everything on a whole shifting constantly.
He was happy, then something would happen to drop the floor out from under his feet. Everyone had been managing to crawl back up to a semblance of normalcy, but there was always that edgey caution to things, everyone waiting for some new bit of insanity to be thrown their way.
Well, he'd finally found something good, something right, something that made him feel like he'd be able to ALWAYS get back to his feet, and goddamnit, he wasn't going to let that go off and feel bad all on its lonesome.
Sirius slammed Remus' door open, eyes taking in the neat room and the tired looking boy sitting at the desk.
"I'm sorry." It emerged a croak. Bugger. "How are you feeling?"
Remus flexed his fingers, wincing as the joints popped loudly, despite the fact that they felt at least momentarily better when he did that, on those days preceding the moon when he could feel its pull already exerting itself on his body, making his joints ache in anticipation of being broken and rebroken again and again.
He hated this period before the mood, when his body was tense in preparation of the change, and his emotions were on edge, the slightest thing being enough to set him off. He usually was able to keep this at bay, or if he was at school, he'd do his best to hole up in the library so as to avoid lashing out at his friends. The last thing he wanted was for any of them to get angry at him for something that he could potentially avoid. But then what did he go and do? Knowing full well how he was feeling, he lashed out at Sirius with all the confusion over what their future may bring, and the jealousy - yes, jealousy - he felt at Sirius' actions. Remus knew that Sirius was just being Sirius, and that he meant nothing over his comments about Simca other than his own disgruntlement at his team losing, but because of everything his normally cool logic failed him, and all he saw was Sirius obviously interested in someone else.
The door then flew open and there was Sirius standing there, slightly wild-eyed and a bit winded. And then when he apologized, Remus thought some sort of hex must have been cast on his hearing. Sirius didn't apologize for things, especially not things that were not his fault. This had been all Remus' fault, his insecurities and his overreacting. "Like crap. And there's nothing for you to be apologizing about. I'm the one who should be asking for forgiveness. I've been acting like a complete prat, and I'm sorry."
Sirius shut the door and went across the room, taking a seat on the edge of Remus' bed, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his thighs. "It's not entirely your fault though, what with the moon coming." He reasoned. Something I forgot about completely. The thought made him wince, guilt jabbing at his insides. He took one of Remus' hands in his and began to massage the aching joints, watching the werewolf with worried grey eyes.
"You shouldn't be hunched over that thing while you're feeling like this." Sirius said, frowning slightly. "Your back must be killing you." He wasn't known for being the most considerate of people, but Moony always managed to inspire a sort of thoughtfulness in him that never ceased to surprise anyone who managed to see it.
Exhaling softly, Remus closed his eyes, soaking in Sirius' comforting touch, massaging away the ache of joints that are being pulled past their limits and then some. "Still doesn't excuse it, Sirius. I've lived with it for a decade, and will likely continue to do so for decades to come. Even if I can't control myself one night a month, I will control myself the rest of the time." And that was it, when it all came down to it. Remus hated losing control of himself, and in those days before the full moon, his hold on his control was tenuous at best. He would just have to try harder to hold onto that control, as it wasn't fair to Sirius to continually put him through this sort of thing.
"Eh," he said, eyes opening once more, and shrugging a shoulder, wincing again as tense muscles grinded against cartilege and bone, grating painfully. "It's alright, I'm used to it. If not this, it'd be a book or a parchment or something." He then flashed Sirius what he hoped was a convincing smile, though it was barely more than a grimace.
Sirius almost smiled at the light sound of Remus relaxing, even if it was just a bit. He always felt so helpless when it came to things concerning the moon, and he was glad he could do something for his werewolf.
"You're going to give yourself white hair with an attitude like that." He told the boy, switching over to his other hand. "Frankly, I'm amazed we haven't found any yet as it is."
Remus' attempt at a smile made Sirius' chest ache. "Or you could go on the better things," He suggested, nodding at the bed. "Much better things. Like becoming a boneless sack of skin whilst I give you a proper massage."
Remus groaned dramatically, lifting his free hand to his forehead. "Oi, don't jinx me, Pads! If I go grey prematurely, I will blame it entirely on you." Though, Remus wouldn't be in the least surprised if he did start getting white or grey hairs. Between his penchant for worrying altogether too much, and the stress of having 120-some-odd full moons under his belt, he was amazed he wasn't already completely grey like Dumbledore.
"Massage?" He looked at Sirius hopefully, praying that his ears weren't deceiving him. A massage sounded wonderful right about now, and one given by Sirius would be even better.
"At least it won't come as a surprise to you." Sirius said brightly. "You'll wake up one morning, all of you hair stark white, and say to yourself 'Well, it was about time. That Sirius Black, always right.' And I'll quote that last bit back to you day and night until all of your white hair falls out."
He grinned at Remus, tugging on his hands lightly. "Massage." He confirmed. "Come on, I'll set you right. These fingers are MAGIC."
"What?! First you want me going all grey and white, and now you want me to go bald! That is just not on, Pads!" Remus just stared at Sirius with no small amount of horror displayed on his face. "You realize that if I go bald, I will hex all your hair off in retaliation, right?"
Allowing himself to be drawn from his chair to the bed, Remus stumbled, landing sprawled, face-down beside Sirius. "Like this," he queried, though it was muffled by the blankets so as to be nearly unintelligible. Only a person highly skilled in Remus-speak would be able to decipher it, as Remus was most notoriously not a morning person, despite all evidence to the contrary. "Well, let's go, Mister Magic Fingers, have at it!"
Sirius made a small "Erk!" noise, but quickly masked it with a cough. "I didn't say I WANTED you to go bald," He said briskly, "Only that it was possible. But, I will restrain in my quoting at you, if it means keeping both of our heads fully covered."
Sirius eased himself over Remus to straddle his hips, careful not to rest too much weight on the smaller boy. Cracking his knuckles, he set to work, pressing his fingers and palms firmly into the stiff upper back, slowly undoing knotted muscles. He made his way up first, soothing the boys neck and shoulders before working circles lower and lower, leaving no area unattended. He almost hissed in sympathy; Remus' muscles were so tight.
Remus muttered something that may have been 'that's more like it', but instead it came out as a low moan. Sirius' fingers truly were as magical as he stated, and while it hurt a bit, it also felt amazing. Each knot of tension was slowly giving way underneath Sirius' talented ministrations, making Remus feel quite loose and relaxed.
"Mrph. 'F I didn't love you before, I definitely do now," he declared in a half-groan, half-sigh. "Oh, under the right shoulderblade, please--mmm, yes right there!" Remus positively wriggled in joy as a most persistent knot finally gave way. "Muuuuuch better, oh yes indeed. You and your fingers should be a national treasure. We'll lock you away somewhere so that only werewolves named Remus can benefit from your talents."
Sirius shivered at the sounds Remus was making. The boy obviously didn't quite realize just how he affected Sirius, or he'd have stopped and let him concentrate. He was slowly becoming...distracted.
Remus' words, however, got him back on track with an even more intense desire to please.
"But think of the MONEY I could make with this kind of talent." He said as he worked a particularly bad knot. "I'd become filthy rich within a few years, even more so than I already am, and you'd never have to work a day in your life and we'd live happily ever after. How does that sound?"
Remus began to feel his jealousy rear its ugly head, but he refused to turn this into an argument once more, instead bantering with Sirius. "Hmmm...share you with the public and live in the lap of luxury and never have to lift a finger for anything more than wiping my arse, or keep you all to myself, live a normal life and try not to get fired again when my employer finds out that I'm a werewolf. Tough decision."
Turning his head to the side, Remus grinned up at Sirius, arching a brow. "What do you think?"
Sirius could practically feel his inner dogtail wag at Remus' grin. Unable to resist, he leaned down and captured Remus' lips with his own, kissing him perhaps a bit more fiercely than he'd intended; it didn't exactly fit the slow, smooth way he'd been touching the boy just moments before. He couldn't help it, though. An entire day of being mad and confused and wanting nothing more than to fight with Remus until they sorted things out made him want his werewolf that much more. Loving someone with his body came easily to Sirius and left no room for misunderstanding.
"I think that, even though it's surprising, I like a possesive Moony." Sirius murmured against his lips. "I have many other talents to make us tons of money, anyway."
It was a surprise when Sirius covered Remus' lips with his own, though it shouldn't have been. It was like the entire day - all the fighting and frustration - had been leading up to this moment where it all melted away and all that was left was just the two of them. Remus shifted slightly, just enough to give Sirius better access, one hand reaching up to tangle in Sirius' hair, keeping him close.
"Good thing, too, being that I doubt I'll stop being possessive any time soon." It was still so surprising to him, to think that he and Sirius were together like this, that he wanted to cling to it, hold it close to himself and never let it go. "You are rather talented, after all. Perhaps you should remind me of some of those talents, hmmm?"
"Thought you'd never ask," Sirius said, eyes lit in a grin. He ran a hand through Remus' hair to massage his scalp as he moved in for another kiss. His free hand slipped under Remus' shirt to ghost along now relaxed and sensitive skin. He doubted he'd ever get tired of touching his werewolf. Something in his stomach squirmed painfully as the unbidden thought, But he probably gets tired of you. YOU didn't break up with him, after all~, surfaced in the back of his mind.
No, He thought, touches becoming somewhat more desperate as if being closer and closer to Remus would somehow make things different, make their futures okay. No, things have already changed...Us being here has changed them. The future... It's ours to make now.
With that thought firmly rooted in his mind, he lost himself completely in Remus. If he just stayed there with him, it'd be alright. Remus would know he loved him, and that would never change.