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Author's note: This story has two chapters. I am aware that I use lots of swearwords in this chapter but I think that the chosen language is realistic and appropriate for the situation. Besides, if her publishers allowed it, JKR would let some of her characters swear as well, hehe. For the rest, it's slash, so you better click the cross in the upper right corner if you disapprove.

A Highly Unfortunate Event With A Fortunate Outcome

chapter one: the unfortunate event

There was a hammer in his head, a big and powerful one. He groaned in pain as he opened his eyes. Sirius tried to glare at the hostile and harsh reality but the hammer reminded him that glaring was out of the question for a very long time. He should have suspected that Caradoc Dearborn's self-made Firewhiskey was more potent than Old Odgen's.

As he made an effort to sit up, he heard a protesting groan next to him. A hand was withdrawn, a hand that had been resting on his hip. He froze and tried to think. Where the fuck was he? Sirius peeked over and saw a very familiar sight. In fact, he had seen the same thing every morning for seven years and its familiarity was now rather disturbing. What the hell had been in that fucking booze? Sirius held his head, clinging to the desperate hope that this would stop the hammer. He heaved himself out of the bed – his bed – and stumbled into the bathroom. Fortunately, he remembered just in time what Remus had promised to do if he ever caught Sirius standing, and so he sat down on the toilet seat, burying his head in his hands. Merlin's beard, he was in deep shit!

Sure, he had wanted this for over a year and a tiny part of him capered with joy that it had finally happened but he had a good inkling of how Remus would be seeing this, of how he would react. When he was finished he splashed cold water all over his face, which caused temporary relief – until memories came crashing down on him. Remus' lips grazing his neck, his hands all over him, touching him there, his voice breaking on the verge of orgasm. Gods! The swirl of memories and impressions made him tumble and he propped one arm against the cold tiles next to the mirror. Fuck! He threw a quick glance at his reflection. Thank goodness, it was a Muggle mirror and didn't comment on the wild look in his eyes. He combed his hair with his fingers, took a deep breath and left the bathroom.

Remus was still asleep but his eyelids fluttered every now and then, announcing that he was about to wake up. He looked very young and handsome. His brown hair was tangled and mussy, his mouth half-open and his right arm was twitching every so often. His long legs were only half-covered by the blanket and Sirius could see a bite mark on his hipbone. Sirius didn't feel remorse; he would do it again, consequences be damned. Remus would doubtlessly regret this enough for both of them. He fumbled for his robes which had to be somewhere on the floor. After finding them under the bed (together with an old Quidditch magazine and, interestingly enough, an empty tube of lube) he got dressed quickly, wondering whether he should leave before Remus woke up.

"Sirius?" mumbled a very groggy Remus, looking deliciously bewildered through half-closed eyes. Leaving wasn't an option then.

"In the flesh," answered Sirius and bestowed his most innocent smile on him. Remus eyed him questioningly before his eyes grew wide with understanding. The look of surprise changed to shock and finally turned into anger.

"You bastard!"

"Excuse me?" said Sirius, feeling anger rising himself.

Remus sat up, looking uncharacteristically irate. "You wanted this!" he accused Sirius, pointing his finger at him. "You knew that I didn't…but you wanted this and whatever Sirius Black wants he gets, doesn't he?"

"Oh, sure, Saint Remus! You were a vestal victim of my wicked appetites. Come off it! We are in your flat as you might have noticed," Sirius sneered.

"Only I didn't want this to happen," countered Remus indignantly.

"Oh, Pads, I'll make you come, sounded very passive and reluctant to me, yeah!"

Remus turned very pink and looked down at his hands. "You know exactly that it's not a question of physical attraction," he said in a low voice. "It never has been. But this just isn't right because we're friends, because I'm a werewolf and because you're as fickle as a snitch. It should never have happened. This was wrong and…highly unfortunate."

"Right," said Sirius just as calmly and Remus looked up in disbelief. "You're absolutely right. You don't deserve to get what you want, I don't even know what I want and friendship is the worst basis for love."

"Sarcasm won't solve the problem," snapped Remus.

"Which problem? You wanted it, I wanted it and from what I recall it was bloody amazing." Sirius' voice had grown louder and he gestured wildly. Hew knew that this was important; he had to bring his point across.

"Bugger off!"

"Now, who's being immature?" Sirius asked wryly.

Remus eased himself out of the bed and picked his pants up from the floor. He pulled them on quickly busying himself with what he was doing, not looking at Sirius. "This is only going to cause problems."

"It already has," agreed Sirius, "because you won't admit that you loved it."

"I was drunk!" Remus looked up and glared at him. "And don't you dare talk to me of love and togetherness because I am not one of your little fans. I know you. You couldn't commit yourself to a flower pot if your life depended on it."

"Oh that's rich, Mr Keeping-everyone-at-arms-length!"

Both men were staring at each other, breathing heavily. They were hung over, tired and uncomfortable with the fight. Both knew how to hurt the other and neither of them was sure who would win.

"You should go. I want you to leave," Remus finally said.

"And then what, Remus? You'll never talk to me again? Or will you just forget last night? Shall I use a Memory Charm, you self-righteous bastard? Last night happened and it was about time!" Sirius had moved closer to Remus while talking and now loomed over him.

"And when did you come to this conclusion? While you were busy fucking all these stupid bints you pull in the clubs? Not even men, Sirius!" Remus stared back at Sirius, undaunted. Remus never went looking for trouble but he wasn't a coward and if Sirius hadn't been so damn furious, he would have smiled.

"There is a difference between shagging and desiring someone. You should know."

"What?" asked Remus, suddenly not so steadfast anymore.

"You've been to different clubs and you don't talk about it but I know that you had your share of promiscuity. You certainly didn't love all of them, so stop playing the innocent boy!" Sirius spat the last words, throwing them like a gauntlet.

Remus eyed him suspiciously. "Have you been following me?" Sirius realised too late what he had given away. Of course he had been following Remus. Whatever Sirius did, he did it thoroughly. He couldn't be just a little bit in love, he had to know, even if it hurt. Seeing Remus snogging complete strangers in dark clubs had hurt. The knowledge that he preferred said strangers to him hurt even more.

"Sirius?" Remus' voice cut him off his train of thought. He looked highly indignant and they were standing so very close that Sirius could see a spot on Remus' chin, looking highly indignant itself. Suddenly, it was all too much; the fighting, the headache, the closeness, the pimple. Sirius dissolved into a fit of laughter.

"Sirius!"

But Sirius couldn't help it. "S-sorry!" he choked out, biting back another surge of hysterical laughter. "I'm sorry, Moony."

Sirius stepped back and sat down on the old bed, looking up to his friend and trying to calm himself. "Look, I'd prefer if you believed me but I can't make you, can I? You are definitely not a fling but I won't beg for you to come around. You either take me or tell me to piss off but don't do it because you think that I don't take it seriously," he said, trying to sound as sincere as possible. Remus furrowed his brow and sank into a crouch in front of Sirius, resting his forearms on his thighs.

There was always something sedate about Remus, even if he burst out laughing about a prank they pulled. Sirius had always felt the need to crack the armour, to get behind his friend's guard. He craved challenges as much as James craved Lily, Peter craved acceptance and Remus craved control. Remus kept him intrigued without any effort and inexplicably so. His brown eyes were currently searching Sirius' face for something Sirius couldn't grasp.

Remus sighed. "I have to think about it."

"How long?" asked Sirius hopefully.

"I don't know."

Sirius didn't know why he did what he did next. Perhaps he did it because he wanted a sober memory in case Remus decided to reject him. Perhaps he didn't think at all, which wouldn't be so out of the ordinary. However, the next thing he knew, he had leaned forward and kissed Remus. Sirius didn't think about stale breath, though they both had to taste like dead cat. He savoured the feel of Remus' lips against his own, the involuntary sound of pleasure Remus made and how good a kisser Remus was, even if completely taken by surprise.

Then Remus shoved him back.

"What did you do that for?" he asked, still slightly flushed from the kiss.

"No idea, that was rather intuitive," answered Sirius truthfully, grinning goofily.

"Git! Now get the hell out of here," said Remus but his mouth was twitching.

Sirius heaved himself up and moved to the door. "Moony?"

"Hm?" Remus was still crouching were he left him. His brown hair was still tousled from sleep and he wore only his pants (which thankfully covered the bite mark). Fine, light brown hair sprouted all over his arms and legs and the immaculate skin on his neck begged to be kissed and licked. Sirius wanted, really wanted to do utterly indecent things to him and still…

"That's not just an excuse to get me out of here? You're not just stringing me along, hoping I'll forget about it?"

Remus looked at him and the silence was about to grow uncomfortable when he said, "No."

They both knew he told the truth.

They both knew he lied.

"Cheers, mate!" And with that Sirius left, hung over, tired and aching with dissatisfaction.

...to be continued

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