Putting The Pieces Back Together
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Written for Caesar's Palace Shipping Week.
Day seven, no prompt.
Pairing - Lupin/Sirius
Moonlight wasn't his friend, its silver face helping to disfigure his own. But when they lay side by side between soft mounds of fabric that flowed over bare skin and tired limbs, those features became a thing of beauty.
Fingertips traced scars etched into the side of his face, running along the curve of his neck and past his shoulder. This movement caused the werewolf to stir, lowering his head and shrinking away from his touch, insisting that he wasn't the handsome man the black dog thought he was. But no matter the werewolf's persistence, the black dog disagreed, one set of lips now following the faded lines that laced the edges of his collarbone.
He inhaled deeply, warm breath gliding across the other's cheek, and in a moment of weakness he allowed his body to give in, wrapping his arms around scraggly mutt and leaning forward.
"Sirius," he breathed, his voice no more than a whisper in the dark.
"Yes, Remus?" The black dog cocked his head to the side, gazing at him in the moonlight. "What is it?"
The werewolf trembled, naked in his vulnerability, and murmured, "How can you love me... knowing what I am?"
The black dog chuckled softly, grinning and brushing aside a lock of hair that had fallen into the werewolf's face. "Why wouldn't I?" He gestured towards the premature wrinkles around his eyes and mouth, to the stubble on his chin and his overall tired appearance. "Look at me, Remus. Do you think Azkaban was a beauty salon that did wonders for my appearance?"
The werewolf smiled a little, amused by the black dog's sense of humor.
"We're broken, both of us," the black dog continued. "But together we hold enough pieces to put each other back together."
