The sharp tip of the blade sinks into his flesh, parting the pale skin neatly.
Blood spills over, staining his arm with the red poison.
It is filthy, filthy blood.
Remus cuts again. And again. And then he cuts once more.
He wants that blood out. That tainted blood. The blood which carries the venom that has destroyed his life.
Maybe once his blood is gone, the curse will be too.
He just wants it gone. He wants the wolf gone.
He wants to waste away into nothingness.
Make him skin and bones, please. Make him skin and bones.
A skeleton can't be a wolf. A skeleton is nothing. And to be nothing is to be perfect.
Remus tucks the blade away, back under his pillow where they'll never find it.
He wraps his arm up in white cloth. The wolf did it, he'll tell them. He won't be lying.
Remus pulls his curtains back and takes five steps to Sirius' bed.
He climbs on top of him, pressing cold lips against warm ones.
Sirius shivers and pulls him closer. His hands are rough on Remus' hips, but that's how he likes it.
He pulls his trousers down just enough. He won't let Sirius see the mess that is his body.
He sinks down onto Sirius' cock, and rides him roughly while Sirius' hands are clawing at his bones.
Remus shuts his eyes. He can't stand to look at Sirius.
Sirius who is so perfect, and Remus who isn't.
Remus doesn't make a noise when he cums, and neither does Sirius.
Remus keeps his eyes shut. He knows Sirius is crying.
Sirius wraps his arms around Remus, and Remus wants to feel safe.
But he isn't. He never will be. The wolf makes sure of that.