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A/N: This is my first story uploaded here, so please, please don't flame. Basically a bit of a drabble. Modern-ish AU, University AU. Slash, Wolfstar, Remus/Sirius. Don't like, don't read.

Remus Lupin was, more often than not, a self-proclaimed stick-in-the-mud. While his friends were usually off partying or doing something equally 'fun', Remus preferred to stay at home and study. It was only when James Potter, his best male friend and unfortunately also the boyfriend of his flatmate, suggested that he come to the bar with him to meet some 'nice blokes with your... erm, interests' that he finally agreed to go, if only to get both his flatmate Lily Evans and James off of his back.

It was there that Remus found himself on a Saturday evening, sitting at a bar with James and Lily sitting there snogging. He cursed himself for even agreeing. He jumped as someone sat next to him and glanced over, sizing up the man that had taken a seat next to him. He was attractive, and from the look of him, he knew it, too. Long, black hair that hung immaculately to the shoulders, a leather jacket, and jeans suggested he had money and knew how to use it, but at the same time didn't want to be seen as trying to hard. He didn't realise he'd been staring until the man chuckled. Remus blushed and turned away quickly, listening as the man ordered a drink. He had a brilliant voice.

Remus glanced desperately at James and Lily, but they were still locked in their snog-fest.

"Disgusting, isn't it?" The man asked from over Remus' shoulder. Remus started again before looking over at the stranger.
"A bit, yeah," he admitted with a little shrug.

The stranger gave a soft snort before speaking over Remus. "Oi, James, you know there're other people besides you and your bird!" he said. Remus looked surprised as James broke away from Lily.

"Sirius, didn't expect to see you here," he said, slightly breathless, as a grin broke out over his features. Lily looked less-than-thrilled to see him.

"I got bored on the road. Missed you too much, I suppose," Sirius said with a careless grin.

Remus put a hand up. "Wait, you know each other?" he asked, sounding hopelessly confused.

James nodded, hitting himself on the forehead. "Right, I forgot you hadn't met yet. Sirius, this is Remus Lupin, Remus, Sirius Black."

Remus looked surprised before covering the expression and nodding a bit. "Ah. Nice to meet you, Sirius Black," he said, holding out his hand to shake Sirius'. Sirius chuckled in a way that made Remus blush faintly before shaking his hand.

"Same to you, Remus Lupin," he said with a grin, letting his hand drop. He looked at James. "This is the one you told me about, yeah?"

James nodded, looking a little sheepish when Remus shot him a curious glance. Sirius promptly ignored that, gesturing to James and Lily. "Go back to your snog-fest, you two," he said, and Lily rolled her eyes, pulling James into another kiss.

An hour later, Remus had learned more than he ever thought he needed to know about one Sirius Black. The more-than-a-stranger-not-quite-a-friend owned a motorcycle, had a younger brother currently involved in gang activity, and was desperately single. (The last was said with a flirtatious grin and a wink, to which Remus just laughed and shook his head.) In turn, Remus gave a bit about himself: He was currently studying at the University with James, had no siblings, and was also single. Sirius perked up when Remus told him he was single, although Remus was quick to dissuade him.

"I just got out of a... rather bad relationship, actually."

Sirius looked sympathetic. "No chemistry?" he asked, patting Remus' shoulder. Remus had to focus hard not to flinch.

"No," he said, looking away. "Abusive, actually. I'd prefer not to talk about it."

Sirius' expression turned apologetic, the first emotion Remus had seen all night that didn't accompany some sort of joke. "God, I had no idea..." He gave Remus' shoulder a reassuring squeeze before returning his hands to the counter in front of them. "I'm sorry."

Remus shook his head quickly. "It's... It's fine. Not your fault, anyways. I just... He was nice, at first, you know? And then, he just... wasn't." Sirius nodded gravely, understanding passing over his features. He was silent for a moment, but Sirius Black could not keep quiet for very long. He gestured to his own face as he spoke again.

"Is that how you got...? You don't have to answer that, if it's too personal," he added quickly. Remus took in a deep breath, touching the jagged scar that ran across his face. Sometimes, he could almost forget it was there.

"No, Fenrir didn't give me this," he said quietly, shaking his head. "It was... It was a, uh, childhood accident." Remus could tell Sirius didn't buy into it, especially with the hesitation. But he let it go with a sudden grin.

"Clumsy?" he teased, and then turned, ordering another drink. Remus relaxed slightly. It was hard to talk about Fenrir, and even harder to talk about the scars that graced his body. His father's activities from his childhood were never something he wanted to think about, much less discuss. At any time.
He ordered another drink as well, settling back into the companionable banter that passed between them once again.

"James's gone," Sirius slurred a couple hours later. It was getting close to last call, but Remus found that he could honestly care less. He was slumped against Sirius' side, the amount of alcohol he'd taken in far more than he'd ever had before in one go.

"So?" he asked, looking up at Sirius, a little giggle escaping him.

Sirius furrowed his brow, which Remus thought he shouldn't do, as it marred the beauty that was the man's face. The expression soon smoothed itself out, though, and Sirius grinned again.

"Good point," he complimented Remus, who giggled again and blushed, pleased that Sirius had said something positive to him.

Sirius reached down to cup Remus' cheek, stroking along his cheekbone and brushing the tip of his finger against the scar. Remus shivered.

"You've had a lot to drink," he observed, voice suddenly quiet. Remus nodded and then leaned more against Sirius, the movement of his head making him dizzy.

"So've you," Remus pointed out, closing his eyes for a moment.
"Yeah, but I can hold my alcohol a lot better than you, apparently," Sirius informed him, slipping an arm around Remus' waist so he didn't fall off of his seat. Remus hummed contentedly at the feeling of Sirius' arm around him. He didn't understand why, but he felt close to Sirius, this stranger who suddenly wasn't a stranger.

"We should get you home," Sirius murmured, his lips suddenly brushing Remus' ear as he spoke.

Remus looked at him, opening his eyes and sticking out his lower lip in a pout. "Don't wanna go home, though," he informed Sirius, who smiled softly.

"Yeah, I know," he said, pulling his wallet out of his pocket. Remus made to do the same, but Sirius stopped him, touching his hand.

"It's on me," he told him, and Remus shook his head, attempting to struggle upright.

"No, I can pay-" he began, but Sirius already had the money out.

"Please let me. It's the least I can do." Remus opened his mouth to argue some more before groaning as Sirius pulled a puppy-eyed face.
"Fine," he muttered, slumping back against him.

Sirius paid and then thanked the girl behind the bar, winking and causing her to giggle and blush. Remus furrowed his brow as Sirius helped him to stand, pushing his hands away.

"I can stand, you git," he muttered, taking a step and promptly stumbling. It was only by Sirius catching his arm that he stayed upright.

"Hey, what did I do?" he asked, slipping his arm back around Remus' waist and pulling him closer so he didn't lose balance. Remus resisted for a moment before allowing it, leaning into him against his will.

"Flirted with the barmaid," he muttered. Sirius looked confused for a moment before letting out a little laugh.

"Remus... Are you jealous?"

"No," Remus muttered.

Sirius laughed again, looking pleased. "You are too, don't lie to me! I wasn't flirting with her, I've been flirting with you all night."

Remus flushed, looking at him. "Thought maybe you were bi and not gay," he mumbled. Sirius shook his head.

"Nope."

Remus smiled, attempting to kiss his cheek and clipping Sirius' chin with his lips clumsily instead.

"Do you like me?" he asked, eyes still clouded from the drinks but bright nonetheless.

Sirius smiled softly, knowing Remus was going to have the worst hangover in the morning. "Of course I do. I've liked you since James told me about you." He paused to open the door, helping Remus out and walking him to his bike. James and Lily had obviously agreed that Remus was fine with Sirius. Remus looked at the bike apprehensively.

"Erm..." he mumbled, clinging to Sirius.

Sirius mussed his hair lightly. "Don't worry, I'll be right here the whole time. You live with Evans, right?"

Remus nodded, still holding onto Sirius for dear life. Sirius gently pressed Remus off of him, taking his hand so he still had something to keep him from falling over as he picked up his helmet and fitted it on Remus' head.

"Adorable," Sirius commented, making Remus flush heavily and look down. Sirius helped him onto the bike before sitting in front of him, guiding his arms around his waist and smiling when Remus held onto him tightly, his face buried between Sirius' shoulder blades. Sirius started the bike and Remus squeaked, nervous about the whole affair. Sirius patted his hand soothingly before they were off.

They made it to Remus and Lily's shared flat in no time, and Sirius dismounted first in order to help Remus off the bike. He was shaky, even more so now than he'd been because of the alcohol.

"Sorry," Sirius murmured as he half-carried Remus to the door, supporting most of his weight. "Didn't realise you'd be so scared."

Remus shook his head. "'s fine." There was a pause, and he fumbled in his pockets for the key to the flat, face reddening before he found it and handed it to Sirius, not even attempting anything in his state. Sirius took the key and opened the door, being quiet in case Lily and/or James were there. Remus sagged against Sirius as they walked inside.

"Lily's not home, she's staying at James'," he murmured, almost talking to himself. "I'm waiting for them to move in together, honestly."

Sirius laughed softly. "Where's your room, then?" he asked, and Remus directed him down the hall. Sirius laid Remus down in his bed, and Remus looked up at him, lower lip out once again in a pout.

"I don't want you to leave me," he whimpered. "Scared to be alone," he added, curling into himself. Sirius furrowed his brow, sitting down on the bed.

"Why're you scared?" he asked softly. Remus moved closer to him.

"Nightmares. Lily helps, sometimes. Not 'nymore, she's always with James."

Sirius hesitated before moving to lay on the bed beside Remus, kicking his shoes onto the floor.

"What kind of nightmares?" he asked. Remus curled up into Sirius' side, taking comfort from his warm form and the way he smelled. He smelled nice. Like fresh air and danger and something sweet that had to be a hint of cologne.

"Fenrir. And my father. Sometimes together." He shuddered. "Those're the worst."

Sirius wrapped his arms around Remus, pressing a kiss to his temple. "I'll stay with you, then, okay?" he murmured, reaching up to stroke his hair. Remus sighed happily at the feeling.

"Thank you, Sirius," he mumbled, a little smile turning up the corners of his mouth as he fell asleep.

Sirius smiled softly, holding the smaller man close to him. He'd never thought James would be the one to set him up with the perfect date, or the perfect guy. Apparently, he'd been very, very wrong.

Addition: Formatted much better now, sorry for any difficulty reading. Sometimes I have to go back and just edit things. My issue is that I hate editing my own work with a passion. Ah well. Enjoy the rest!