Trusting the Impossible

Summary; Two worlds that shouldn't exist. Two people that shouldn't meet. Two impossibilities that become reality.

Chapter One; The Impossible Man

Sirius wasn't really thinking anything at all when he went out that night. He was numb and cold and beyond caring and he definitely was not missing Remus. At all. He was on triple vodkas – just plain – and dancing around wildly in the middle of the floor when warm hands gripped his waist suddenly and started gyrating against him. It didn't matter that the hands belonged to a man and nor did it matter that Sirius was very turned on.

All that mattered was now, forgetting about bloody Remus and labels. All that mattered was being alive and feeling everything. They stumbled their way outside at some point, kissing and laughing and feeling each other up. "My place or yours?" Sirius had asked as they waited for a taxi to someplace, ignoring the jeers and jibes as people walked past them.

"I've got a better idea," the man had replied, flashing him a grin and kissing him slowly and messily.

They ended up back at a hotel. Sirius didn't even know which one, just that it had a very big bed and a shirt thrown over the back of a chair which meant the man was staying there.

The sex was rough and harsh and hot and they didn't stop until light was bleeding into the sky and they were both exhausted and aching. They fell asleep afterwards and Sirius was definitely not wishing that it was Remus he was curled up next to, that it was Remus he'd been up most of the night with.

.x0x.

Sirius blinked. He slowly became aware of an unfamiliar arm wrapped around his waist and a hard, warm, unfamiliar body pressed against his back. The scent was different too. As was the breathing.

He tried not to panic, really, he did. But he shot out of the bed so fast that he tripped over his discarded leather trousers and ended up falling head-first into the desk. And swore loudly. So not only did he wake the stranger, but the first thing said stranger saw was Sirius sprawled out across the floor in all his glory and rubbing his head with a murderous expression.

"I wouldn't mind waking up to a sight like that every morning," the man laughed, his American accent sounding playful and full of promise.

Sirius couldn't help it, he really couldn't. His lips curled in an all-too familiar smile and he crawled back up the bed, the playboy in him responding to the man's charm. He straddled him, ignoring the niggling voice inside his head that was chanting 'RemuRemusRemusRemusRemus...' and concentrating on here and now.

"And I wouldn't mind waking up to find a man like you laid next to me," he replied, voice equally as low and delicious, "Though I'd quite like to know your name."

The man quirked an eyebrow, "Forgotten already? Can't have been hours since you were screaming it."

Sirius shivered, the man's hands tracing a pattern on his back. "I haven't forgotten yours," the man carried on, "Sirius Black."

The man's voice twisted into something deeper, more primal as he said the name and it instantly made Sirius imagine him saying it in various different situations. He shut his eyes briefly, suppressing a light moan.

'...RemusRemusRemus...'

"Maybe breakfast first?" the man asked, eyes flicking down, "You were saying some very unusual things last night that I'd quite like to ask you about."

Oh. Shit.

Drink tended to make him talk about everything. And anything. Including everything he wasn't supposed to even know.

"I'm guessing drink doesn't affect your memory then?" he teased lightly.

"It does. But only if I'm actually drunk."

Sirius climbed off the bed, mind mulling that over before it finally sunk in. He'd pulled his shirt on and was staring at his leather trousers with some trepidation when he finally replied. "So, basically a-" He glanced at the man who was watching him struggle into the trousers with a delighted smile on his face, "How old are you anyway?" he asked suspiciously. He didn't look old at all, in fact, Sirius would've sworn he was only in his late twenties if it wasn't for his eyes. They looked old, so old, as though he'd seen the entire world go to shit and being dragged along with it.

The man laughed. "I have no idea."

Sirius cocked his head. Oh god, he always managed to find the physco's when he was drunk. The man held his hands up, seeing his expression, "It's hard to explain. I think I'm around thirty-five. I had an accident-" his face darkened momentarily, "-and everything's been a little hazy since."

Sirius just nodded. It was always the best thing to do. "So, anyway, basically, you were entirely sober and thought 'oh, look, here's a nice seventeen year old to take advantage of – he's very drunk whilst I'm entirely sober!'"

"You're seventeen?!" The man looked shocked for a moment but then he laughed and grinned at him again, "Wow. For seventeen years old, you're very experienced."

Sirius gaped at him, forgetting the trousers still refusing to pull up past his thighs and running a nervous hand through his hair. "You're not bothered?!" he asked incredulously. Most men freaked out and refused to even so much as look at him. Not that he'd slept around that much. Honest.

The man shrugged, "Where I come from, seventeen's nothing."

Sirius managed to look slightly worried.

"No! No, not like that," the man amended, "I just meant that seventeen's generally – well, a fantastic age, where I come from." He grinned, looking into the distance, remembering something or other, "God, I can remember being seventeen."

Sirius nodded again, not really knowing what else to say. He finally managed to get his trousers up, feeling the man's eyes watching his hands like a predator and feeling strangely embarrassed by the attention. "I should really be going," Sirius said, motioning towards the door, "Last night was fantastic – well, what I can remember, at least- but Remus-" he sighed. "Oh, shit. My boyfriend. He's gonna wonder where the hell I am. We argued last night – it was ridiculous, it really was! He just- Oh! – he's just so-" Sirius wrinkled his nose, "-so stuck in the past it's unbelievable! – and I have no idea why I'm telling you this."

The man shrugged, "I just have one of those faces. You shoulda brought your boyfriend along, naked hide and seek's even better with three."

Sirius opened his mouth to say something, thought better of it and carried on looking for a shoe. By the time he'd found it and straightened back up, the man was fully dressed and looked completely and utterly bizarre.

"Are military coats also common where you're from?" Sirius asked with some amusement, ignoring the way the coat made his stomach clench painfully with the desire to go and run his fingers against it.

The man laughed again. He seemed to do that a lot. And it didn't really help with Sirius' desire to touch him. "Nope, just an odd quirk of mine. Anywhere you wanna be dropped off? I oughta be getting to work really, boss is gonna kill me." He turned away to pick up last-night's shirt and Sirius caught sight of a muggle-gun on his hip.

"Woah," he said, "Any reason you've got that?" Sirius didn't know much about Muggle-gun's other than they were dangerous and most didn't walk around with them on their hips as far as Sirius knew.

The man glanced down at it as though he'd forgotten it was there. "Never know what you're gonna meet," he replied mysteriously, patting its holster lovingly. Sirius felt a surge of respect for him and something akin to adrenaline as he saw the man in a whole other light. "So was there anywhere you wanted dropping off?"

Sirius shook his head.

"Sure? I don't mind. Anywhere. Anything to avoid going into work for a little longer. It's not my most favourite place right now."

"Really, sure. Remus'd kill me. Ad I'm pretty sure James and Lily would strap me to a chair-"

"Now I like the sound of that."

Sirius sighed. "Not with her, believe me. First chance she gets, I swear she's gonna cut my bollocks off and put them in a jar for me. She's like that, Lily, amazing woman, mind."

The man nodded thoughtfully, lips twitching at some memory or other. "I love women like that. An old colleague of mine-" he whistled, "- now she was incredible."

Sirius laughed at his enthusiasm, "She gives as good as she gets –better, sometimes- I'll give her that. But can't see it myself," he shrugged and then smirked, "I prefer being the dom personally."

The man took a step towards him, smiling playfully, "Never would have guessed last night," his voice dropped to a low, sensual whisper, "– you begged me to fuck you."

Sirius met him in a kiss that was all tongues and possessive hands, well aware that he couldn't blame this on drink. But it felt good. No, not good. Fantastic. There was no holding back, there was no wondering if this was right, no thinking behind it... It just was. It was so opposite to Remus' soft, gentle, loving kisses that Sirius had grown used to.

He didn't want to stop.

So he didn't.

They stumbled backwards and seconds later his shirt was back off and the kissing was frantic and he was holding great fistfuls of that coat in each hand.

But a weird-strap thing on the man's wrist – which Sirius had taken to be a watch – beeped loudly and the man stopped immediately, flicking it open and pressing a button. Sirius glanced at it. The man sighed, "As much as it pains me to say this, I gotta run." He stood up slowly, straightening out his coat. He turned to smile regretfully at Sirius. "You can stay here if you like. I dunno how long I'll be but you can charge anything to this room – food, whatever. But not the porn. That, I'd prefer to watch with you." He grinned once, eyes glittering and then span round and strode form the room, coat billowing powerfully behind him as though he knew Sirius was going to stay.

So it was up to Sirius, then.

He bounced once or twice on the end of the bed, staring around him. A cold shower. Yes, that's what he wanted.

And then he was going to go down the front desk and find out the man's name seeing as he wasn't too keen on sharing.

A/N; So, who can tell me the name of Sirius' lover? //grin// There's plenty of clues in the text! Virtual cookies to whoever can!

I'm back after a very, very, very long break. I don't know what happened - I did write, but none of it seemed good enough to post BUT ... and big but here... reading back through some of my old stuff, expect quite a few more stories to be uploaded in the next few weeks. And don't worry, I'm sticking to the old favourite of RLSB. //evil grin//

As always, a review would be very, very nice =D