Hey look it's another gift fic. After this I have two more gift fics to write, a Frosthawk and a Thorki, so if either of those pairings are your cup of tea, keep a look out. For now, enjoy your fluffy/angsty/schmoopy Sirius/Remus fic. Also you might want to bookmark my account on Ao3 in case this account ever gets deleted. I post more fics on my account there. Username is the same so you could google it or just search for it on the website. :D
NEW NOTE AS OF 12/11/14: This fic has been censored. The uncensored version can be found on my a03 account.
"You're the only wizard I know that can come away from a magic fight covered in this many cuts and bruises," Remus said, his tone soft despite the hardness in his eyes. His hands gripped Sirius' jaw, turning to examine a long cut running along his cheek. A quick tap from his wand cleaned and sealed it up.
"I get them from dodging spells. I may be injured but I'm more alive than some of the others."
Remus flinched at the words, trying to shove away the thoughts of the allies he finished burying barely an hour ago. A warmth covered his hand, which he realized after a belated moment, was shaking. His wand dropped but Sirius caught it and set it down on the table beside them.
"You've been running for too long on no energy," Sirius said quietly, grabbing both Remus' hands in his own and lowering them. "I'll take care of myself. You need to rest and not push yourself any further on things we can just let heal naturally."
Remus nodded, freeing one of his good hands to rub at his eyes. "Rest would be good, yes. Are you sure there's nothing else you need healed?"
"Just a few more scrapes," Sirius said. "I'll draw a bath for you. Go eat something. Anything."
Sirius stood up and stretched, joints audibly popping before giving Remus a strained smile and sauntering out of the room.
Remus remained sitting where he was for a while longer. After long battles, it was foolish for him to try and use more magic to heal cuts and bruises, mere surface wounds, but it was something he always felt driven to do. He spent so long wrecking damage, willingly in fights against Death Eaters, unwillingly when the moon forced out the monster within, that when he had the chance to help and heal, he tried to do so no matter what.
After a few minutes, he pulled himself out of his chair and headed for their small kitchen area. He went straight for the stash of chocolate Sirius made sure to keep stocked for him, eating through one without really thinking about it. He shoved the wrapper in his pocket as he drifted towards the sound of running water.
When he entered, Sirius wrapped around him almost immediately, lips at his throat and hands in his hair, touches soft and quick as he worked his lips up until they were kissing, slow and languid, a sharp contrast to the speed of Sirius' hands. It didn't take long for them to be stripped down to nothing, and then Sirius was pushing and tugging him until they were both lying in the water that was too hot to be entirely comfortable, but both too content in touching one another to really care.
Somehow, after rough battles, no matter how hard Remus tried to be the one taking care of Sirius, it turned into just the opposite. It was a dance of sorts, where Sirius let Remus try and take care of him, until he had pushed himself too far and finally gave in, and let Sirius do the work. Remus supposed on some level, it was because he didn't want to come off as weak. It took sometime to work himself up to the fact that after long battles that left him feeling alone and scared, he needed someone to take care of him.
Sirius turned in his grasp, straddling Remus' hips as he grabbed for the soap behind the other's head. He slicked it up with water and began to run it over every limb he could reach, shifting until he had cleaned every spot on the werewolf before handing the soap off for him to do the same. Remus did so, even as Sirius began to lather shampoo into his hair.
Before long they were both clean, and Sirius pulled the plug out of the tub, letting it drain to about halfway before turning the faucets on once more. Once the water was clear, he shoved the plug back in and pulled Remus back to rest against his chest, fingers running smooth through the water over Remus' chest.
"I wonder sometimes. If one day I'll be burying you." The words were low in Remus' ear, and he gave a soft hum to let Sirius know he was listening even though his eyes had long slid close. "I don't ever want to outlive you."
"I feel the same," Remus said, leaning back to burying his face into his lover's neck properly. "It would be unfair of you to leave me all alone in this world. You...you are all I really have, sometimes. Most times. James, and Peter, and Lily...Tonks. I love them all. But you...I couldn't do this, couldn't live if I knew I wasn't coming home to you at the end of the day."
He could hear Sirius' breath hitch, and then the man was tugging him tight. "I wonder what I did to deserve you sometimes."
"You were just...you," Remus said, teeth nipping at Sirius' ear. "You're just the way I want you. You've always been, ah, perfect."
Sirius' lips slid up and down his neck. "You say such pretty things about me, but you don't even acknowledge your own perfection. Shame, that. I love being with you, you know that, huh, Remus?"
"A part of me is missing without you," Remus said softly.
"But you're never without me, Remus," Sirius said. "Because I'm always right here."
For a long while, they laid in the warm water, just holding each other. Eventually, the water began to grow cold so they pulled themselves out, drying each other off with slow and sleepy swipes of the towels. By the time Sirius had pulled him into bed and tucked him under the warm covers and into a tight embrace, Remus had slipped off to sleep.
It was easy to sleep, knowing that Sirius would protect him. Knowing that at the end of the day, no matter how bad it was, they had each other.