Title: Drabble #2
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling's. I do not profit.
Warning: Slash. Pure fiction. Don't flame.
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Feedback: Yes, please
Summary: Drabble. 150 words. Remus takes what he can get.
Genre: Angst. What else?
Rating: PG – For angst and mentions of alcohol.
Remus Lupin will take what he can get.
If all Sirius can offer him is drunken murmurings of pleasure, of need, Remus will take it. If all he can taste is the many mugs of butterbeer and ale, Remus will lick it off his lips, and drink it down greedily as if it came from the actual cup itself. If all he can give is fumbled hands and sticky, sweet embraces in the dark, Remus will allow it. He will soak it up, moan when appropriate, when required, whisper Sirius back to him, even if he never hears his own name echo back. If all he will wind up with in the morning is a cold bed and even colder heart, Remus will accept it. Because Remus still loves him even if…
Because he knows this is all Sirius can give and Remus Lupin always takes what he can get.