A Rose for the Werewolf
Prequel to "Impossible". Sirius and Remus spend an evening together. Remus is left with conflicting feelings for Sirius, but is he as affected? Obviously, Sirius/Remus. Rated T for substance abuse and sexual situations.
It's Christmas break. Sirius and Remus alone share Gryffindor Tower. Funny how these things happen, isn't it? At least, Remus thinks so. So far, Sirius remains unaffected by the looming tension each time they enter the dormitory.
"Moony?...Moons?" The drunken call can be heard all the way in the common room. Sirius is locked in the dormitory, drunk out of his senses. That can only mean one thing. He's received another disapproving letter from home.
Heaving a deep sigh, Remus marks his spot in his book and sets it down, taking the steps three at a time until he reaches the dormitory. The sight is enough to make him wrinkle his nose in pity. "Padfoot…" His tone is meant to be slightly harsh, even disciplinary, but it comes out tender.
Answering the call, Sirius raises his head, red-rimmed eyes shining with fury. A letter lies crumpled on the floor by the bed. "Mum sends her regards," he mumbles dryly, taking another sip of firewhiskey. Remus doesn't know where Sirius got the ample supply of firewhiskey from. He's sure he doesn't want to know, anyway.
"Tell her I'm…charmed." Remus attempts a small smile, but Sirius will have none of it. As a last resort, he walks over to the bed and opens his arms invitingly, blanching as Sirius slumps into his embrace. "Sirius…" All attempted humor aside, Remus clambers onto the bed and lowers Sirius's head into his lap, stroking his hair lightly.
All of this is foreign to him. This tender embrace, the butterflies in his stomach. Of course, his hormones are still running wild from the recent full moon. He reminds himself of this as he leans down to kiss Sirius full on the lips. He can almost feel the wolf inside of him growl in assent.
The kiss seems to return some of the life to Sirius's eyes. "Not trying to take advantage of me in this sorry state, are we Moons?"
"You wish," Remus responds, eyes rolling. Even as he says it, his lips tingle for another kiss.
Everything happens very quickly. Clothing discarded, lights doused, alcohol consumed. Remus feels as though he might throw up. Then, he spots Sirius's eyes peering at him in the dark, hears him give the command to spread his legs…he obliges.
The next morning, everything is a blur. Sirius is in his own bed, back turned to the poor, conflicted werewolf. The only proof that anything happened last night is a pile of firewhiskey bottles by the bed, and a single white rose on the pillow next to Remus, where Sirius's head should be.
A/N That seems a good place to stop for this one. If you want to see what happens next, go read Impossible!