Disclaimer: All is JKRs…unfortunately. And the song lyrics in the fic are Jared Leto's (seriously, check out the song, it's frickin awesome)
A/N: Another fic I found in my boredom while I'm not allowed to do a is inspired by the 30 Seconds to Mars song Depuis Le Début. The first part of the song just made me think of Westerns and heated scenes and stuff :L god knows why, but here you go:
The batwing doors to the bar swung open. Eyes swivelled around, lowered when they realised who had entered. Men across the room lowered their hats as he stormed through the saloon towards his prey. Women dropped their skirts and looked away demurely. The barman busied himself cleaning a glass. One man, however, stood from his stool at the bar and turned to greet the man, head held low, Stetson worn to shield his face. He pushed the brim up enough to let sombre eyes meet raging ones as the newcomer reached the other man and pushed him back against the bar.
"I finally found you." The newcomer breathed, sweeping his black hair back off his face, stormy grey eyes boring into the face of his prey. The lighter haired man looked away, closing his eyes slowly, seeming almost relaxed with the larger man's hand closed around his throat.
"There will be blood." Remus Lupin whispered, "You know what I am."
"I've made love to a million angels," Sirius Black hissed in his ear, fingers tightening slightly, "Danced with a million devils. Yet still, I don't know where you lie. I still don't know who you are, but I would do anything to make you mine, to prove to you that I would never betray you. What you are means nothing to me."
"The blood of a million men…" Remus continued, closing his eyes, "…When they find me."
"Then I will fight." Sirius said urgently, loosening his grip, "If I don't, I will die from a life of sin instead."
"No." the shorter man sighed, the single word almost inaudible, "There will be blood."
Despite his words, despite his rejection of the grey eyed man, Remus reached up as though to take hold of his throat, but gripped his chin instead. Sirius stared at him, his hand sliding down to rest on his shoulder, the other coming up to circle his wrist. The bar, the men and women watching, faded out of existence as they leant in, eyes not leaving the other's.
"I'd murder a million men." Sirius murmured, hand coming back up to cup the other man's cheek gently. Remus sighed inaudibly, his want for the other man having been amplified by their time apart. They had only met once, but having him here again was indescribable. As though they were magnetised to each other and living without the other caused a pulling sensation that made life and faith unbearable. Without a care for those watching, he swept his Stetson off with one hand and dragged Sirius' face down with the other and kissed him.
Neither man heard the saloon doors open until it was too late. Remus pulled away and looked up at Sirius with hard eyes. His fingers twitched, ready to draw his Peace Maker when he had to and felt the other man do the same. The grey eyes filled with protective anger, the amber with defensive ire as they turned to face the men standing ready on the other side of the bar. Ready for a fight they knew some of them would not come out of alive.
"There will be blood." Sirius agreed with a low growl.
A/N: This is a oneshot, I think. But if anyone wants to find out what happens after this and maybe before, too, then just say so :) R&R!