All the Way Down
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: RL/SB RL/SS
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters
Warnings: WIP, slash
Part I.
"The sun unaccustomed to anything else
goes all the way down"
–Anne Sexton "Lament
Remus felt warm in his bar booth pressed, perhaps too tightly between Sirius Black's queasy-knee-dragon-hide-clad thigh and one nameless Ravenclaw's severely unclad tanned legs. Legs that were spilling from a skirt that was surely not a inch beneath her fingertips as Professor McGonagall would have enforced. The former of which was inching itself closer to Remus's own thin thigh as the night drug on.
The tawny haired man was sure that there must have also been people he knew on the other side of the booth, but at the moment he couldn't recall, or think to recall. He had been drug from his flat hours before by a loud persuasion by Sirius.
"We don't get enough reasons to celebrate anymore" Sirius pleaded to his friend who looked up from a book with disinterest.
"Take James" Remus offered. He never did well in social scenes outside of a dim-lit coffee house with a friend or two.
Sirius's cause for celebration was the breaking story of several Death Eaters capture in a sweeping Auror counter-attack earlier in the day. The black haired man's optimism couldn't be shaken by Remus's feigned boredom with his friend. Sirius threw Remus a look.
"You know James never comes out anymore."
Remus's head rolled onto Sirius's shoulder.
"Wake up there Moony, the band is coming back on" Sirius ran his hand through Remus's thick hair before pressing a sloppy kiss onto his forehead.
Remus grinned widely into Sirius's shoulder-length hair. He didn't remember having more than two firewhiskeys.
"Oh Remy, you're so sweet tonight!" The girl pressed her own lips to Remus's cheek as she snaked a thin arm beneath his drooping cardigan. Remus could feel the beat of the bass, and Sirius's head bobbing up as vividly relived a Quidditch game with someone across the table, he could feel his inner thigh being stroked by bony fingers, he could feel his stomach churning.
"Bathroom" he whispered into Sirius's ear, before running his tongue over his friend's earlobe with a giggle.
"One second mate" Sirius said, while shoving his unbalanced friend---with his hand not being used to down another round of firewhiskey--into the lap of the willing girl on his right.
"Moony could never hold his liquor" Sirius explained to someone still sitting straight.
"Aw Rem, get up, I'll take you to the bathroom" the girl purred, running her hands through his sweaty drenched hair.
"Padfoot…" Remus requested into what was becoming a dimmer and dimmer lit bar.
He shrugged off the attempts of the girl to hold his hand as he stood unsteadily. He made eye contact with his friend who had his lips pressed against some girl, or boy, Remus couldn't tell.
He'd walk home, he resolved, feeling a sudden surge of misplaced anger—right after he went to the bathroom. He stumbled to a stall, which was empty, but he didn't have time to notice. He held onto his stomach for a few minutes on the cool tiled floor and closed his eyes.
"We've all had nights like that buddy!" Someone called from what felt like miles above him, throwing down a wet paper towel. Oh, he had puked.
"You puked"
"I made it to the bathroom" Remus said proudly with a smirk.
"No, Lupin, you puked on my boots" came a voice again, but how did the man know he name. Remus giggled.
A pair of heavy heeled lace up boots appeared on either side of his head. Remus looked with great interest at the laces, which were tied tight in exact knots.
"Get up" the man commanded, with some sort of attitude Remus couldn't analyze from the ground. He shook his head against the floor, which was really, just as supportive of his vulnerable state as Sirius had been. Two hands grabbed Remus by the waist and hoisted the shaking man to his own body. Remus wondered how long he had been shaking.
"Hullo Snape" Remus smiled, trying to remember if there was some reason to be afraid of the taller man.
There had been rumors that the man who had been infatuated with dark arts throughout school had fallen in with Death Eaters. Despite Remus's sober opinions of the man's allegiance, at this moment Remus couldn't find a single doubt in his mind of the man's innocence.
"You're good" Remus said proudly while pointing a finger between Severus's heavy lidded eyes.
"What makes you so sure?" Severus looked down at the man with curiosity, seemingly forgetting his previous urgency.
"Oh," Remus smiled lazily "because I love you" he said into Severus's black robes.
"You've been poisoned" Severus explained coolly after what felt like too long of a pause.
"No, I really do" Remus protested with a giggle, trying to lift his head, which heavily felt glued to Severus's shoulder.
"We need to get out of here."
Remus thought that he heard someone screaming from the other side of the wall before he felt a familiar tug at his naval.