Hi! So.. Welcome to the Atticted sequel that I so very cleverly named Atticted Too. Get the double entendre there? Love it. Either way, welcome! Story can be read without reading Atticted first, but I very much recommend to do that though. It's bloody amazing, that's why. Either way. Here we go!

Summary:

It has been one year since that dreadful night of torture and reuniting. The Wizarding World is at war. People are dying and hiding. The Order of the Phoenix has its hands fill. Life isn't getting easier for anyone, lovers, parents and friends. Well.. Read and see.

Warning:

Rated M for m/m, language and violence.

Downer: Don't own the characters. Just the plots.

'So, why a roommate in a house like this?' Sirius asked when he had re-found his usual guts. 'Divorce.' The man grimaced. 'Why renting a room in a house like this?' 'Got kicked out.' Sirius shrugged.

'Why are you so kind. Why didn't you kick me out after.. Well. That certain display of affection.' 'Ah. That. Well.' Remus grimaced. 'I've seen enough hatred in this world to not want to be a part of it.'

'Have you know for a long time?' Sirius finally broke the silence. 'I am not gay!' Remus shouted, throwing his cup of tea on the ground. It shattered to a thousand pieces in the very literal breaking point Sirius was looking for.

'Allow me.' Sirius shouted over the deafening rain hitting the streets. Remus turned around. He had to squeeze his eyes to prevent the rain from blurring his sight more. When he finally seemed to realize who it was shouting in his ear, he almost dropped his bag of groceries. 'I'm sorry.' Sirius smirked. 'You look like you've seen a ghost.' Remus recovered quickly and smiled. 'Not in quite some time. Left pocket.'

'Should I kiss you now?' Sirius whispered. Oddly enough not in the voice he knew could drive men crazy. It was just a whisper, a soft murmuring of kind words. He leaned in a bit to ensure Remus knew he meant it. 'Yes.' Was the reply he got and his heart skipped a beat.

'But he is so young!' Lily pressed. 'You can't just run head of heels in a relationship with someone that much younger than you. You hardly know him. Just thinking you are in love shouldn't be enough! Especially if with your problems!'

'Why don't you just leave me the fuck alone?' He shouted. Never would he be proud of this moment but he shouted. Apparently he had jumped of the couch and was now staring at Remus who was staring back at him. 'Sirius, calm down.'

Sirius stormed towards the door, hearing Remus shout in his wake. 'They are just junkies!' But it was no use. He slammed the door open, crossed the street without looking. Several cars screeched and there was some shouting but Sirius ignored them. 'Who the fuck are you guys and what are you doing here!'

'Get out!' It was fiercer now as he turned around. There was a fire in his eyes and it startled Sirius. 'Why? What have I done?' 'Don't think I don't know who you are! Christ. Have they send you here to spy on me? On the order? How could I have been so stupid? I can't believe that was your secret.' His fist hit the doorpost, hard. Sirius stepped back.

Sirius! Sirius, stay awake. Please.' Remus cradled his torso, tapping his cheeks. 'You'll be alright. Don't die on me. Don't you dare die on me! Lily! James!'

'Wemus?'

Was that Sirius' voice? Was he okay? Why was he sounding that weird?

'Wemus. Be a deaw and wake up befow you weally bweak my nose?'

The dream stilled. Remus frowned, looking at his hands. How could he be breaking someone's nose if no one was near? Then, all of a sudden the streets seemed to close up on him so fast it got him dizzy. Faces appeared. Stormy grey eyes. Hazel ones. A little baby growing into a tiny toddler with black hair and piercing green eyes. A house, a bed, a winning smile, serious faces, doorsteps, people running, people screaming. Jets of light. A woman with pink hair, staring at him with a mixture of fear and gratitude. Sirius, tight to a chair, bleeding from a nasty cut in his cheek and fiery anger in his eyes.

'WEMUS!'

'Fuck!' Remus shouted as he shot up straight and almost crashing into a dark-haired person straddling him.
'Chwist. I thought you'd nevw come ouw of it.' The person said and for a moment Remus just stared at him in disbelieve. Was he really here? Safe? He blinked, twice.
'Sirius, is that you?' He asked, still a bit dazed by the nightmare that had been chasing him for over a year now.
'I suw howp so.' Sirius mumbled, one eyebrow raised, speaking with the same muffled voice Remus had heard in his dream.
'Why are you talking so.. Oh! Oh dear!' He clapped a hand in front of his mouth as he realized Sirius was pinching his nose. A few droplets of red splattered his upper lip and were starting to dry and crumble between his fingers. 'Did I do that?' He reached for his wand, found it and mumbled a quick spell. Sirius made a face as the bleeding stopped and the blood disappeared.
'Who knew. Remus Lupin, poster boy of domestic violence.' He wiggled his nose to make sure everything was okay as Remus fell back down on the mattress, covering his face with his arms.

'The nightmare again, huh.' Sirius asked as his fingers played with the little hairs underneath Remus' bellybutton. Remus knew Sirius hated seeing him struggle like that but wasn't in the mood to comfort him.
'Ngh.' Was all Remus replied, only half aware of the moving weight on his stomach.
'Why does it always end so bad? I mean.. We've done some pretty amazing stuff the past year. Why does it always end in some weird kidnapping?'
'I don't know.' Remus grumbled.

The nightmare was the same, every single time. It would recall what had happened the first week he and Sirius had met, up until the moment he thought Sirius would die in his arms. Then it would flash forward in a dizzying blur of all that had happened in the past year. The birth of Lily and James' son. How they moved out of the library and into a small apartment, together. But then things would pop up that never happened. People screaming in panic. Dora staring at him with that strange look. And Sirius getting kidnapped and tortured, every single time. It was getting exhausting.

He wasn't getting much sleep as it was without them. In fact, living together wasn't at all what they expected. But the thought that it eventually would be, was what kept them together. Remus was on missions for the Order more frequently now. If he wasn't, he was probably transforming. The nights he got to spend with Sirius were perfect, but scarce. In fact, they were what he kept in mind when the nights out got cold and lonely. Knowing he had someone to come home to made it a lot easier to ignore a growling stomach or the fleas he would so frequently take home with him. All he could do was hope the War would end soon, preferably in their favorite, and they'd finally get the life they hoped for.

'If you are done feeling all sorry for yourself and being dramatic and stuff..' Sirius said and Remus glared at him from underneath his arm. 'We have a birthday to attend to.' Remus frowned. Birthday? What.. And then it hit him.
'Harry!'
'Harry indeed.' Sirius grinned widely. 'So, if you don't mind. I have it on great authority the little marauder misses me greatly.'
'He can hardly talk.'
'It's in his ways.' Sirius said, repeating the dramatic fall Remus had performed earlier, earning himself a poke in the ribs and a kiss in his neck.
'Now who's dramatic? Get dressed then. Missing you is one thing, but seeing you naked might scar him for life.'
'Oh, fuck off!'

Sirius hopped of the bed and starting dressing. Apart from a fresh pair of boxers he picked up the clothes he threw on the floor so carelessly last night, too tired to fold them up and put them on a chair as Remus preferred. Then he fell down on the bed again, staring at the ceiling for a moment longer.

Yes. Having someone to come home to, someone you wanted to come home to, made things a lot more bearable. Especially if that person was Sirius Black.

There we are, first chapter! I know it's just a short one, but I thought we needed a little introduction over what had happened in the past year and stuff. More will come, of course.