It had been a quiet evening after they had gotten home. Remus had immediately locked himself in his study and wouldn't come out for anything. Sirius had parked himself outside the door and tried coaxing him out for hours before his stomach rumbled. Sirius sighed and knocked on the door. "Remus, love, come on out, please? I'm hungry and Merlin knows you must be hungry too. Come out, please? Or talk to me?" he pleaded, pressing his face against the door. He heard Remus shift inside and for a second he though Remus was going to come out, but no. Instead he heard Remus putting a chair against the door and walking back to wherever he had been sitting.
Sirius groaned and slammed his hand against the door. "C'mon," he whined. "Talk to me, please, Remus. If we're going to stay together, you're going to have to talk to me," he said, sliding down to the floor. He wasn't sure but he thought he heard Remus say, 'Not if I can help it'. Sirius whined pitifully and scratched at the door. "If you won't come out, and you need to eat, I'm going to start sliding strips of meat underneath the door. Maybe some bread. Some cheese. You can make a damn sandwhich," he growled in annoyance. He wouldn't be as annoyed if Remus would just say something to him but he just WASN'T talking. There was no response from him at any question Sirius gave him. He'd even asked if he wanted chocolate two hours ago and there wasn't a peep! Normally when the werewolf heard the word "chocolate", he turned into a child and would beg you until you got him some. Sirius stood up and left the hallway, moody and annoyed at his boyfriend.
From the office, Remus sat on the leather loveseat, his legs pulled up to his chest and his head resting on his knees. He had locked himself up in his room for god knows how long and Sirius had been trying to get him to come out. He didn't want to come out. He didn't want to talk. He was already starting to second guess what he had said at the pub and was just wishing that Sirius would leave him be and let him sulk. There was banging and clanging coming from the kitchen which meant Sirius was slamming things. A small part of him wanted to yell at Sirius and tell him he was going to break the hinges. Even though a simple Reparo would fix the hinges, it was still the principle of the matter. He didn't like things breaking, especially if he had to use them every day. Remus rubbed his eyes tiredly and glanced around the room to see if there was a clock. There used to be one that hung above the door but he and Sirius had an argument about that. Something about Sirius didn't understand the Muggle clocks (he'd grown up with one that not only told the time but the moon placement as well as the date). Remus had gone for a walk and when he came back, it was in the trash and Sirius was gone for the night.
It wasn't exactly uncommon that the two fought but it wasn't exactly unheard of. They probably were at each other's throats (as Sirius liked to say, not in the good way) once or twice a month about anything. It could be as small as something for dinner or as big as the full moon or a date night for the two. This wasn't exactly a fight but it was sure nearing on the normal after effects of Sirius and Remus' fights. Sirius would stomp around angrily and Remus would make himself scarce. Sirius would never hurt him but he did throw his hands up in the air, dangerously close to Remus, when he was angry. So it was better just to hide and wait till Sirius calmed down.
An hour later (he thought it was an hour, without a clock it was hard to keep track of time), the banging stopped and he heard the television click on. Remus stood up shakily and removed the chair that he had placed in front of the door. Slowly and quietly, he opened the door and hurried out into the hallway. He peeked around the corner and looked into the living room. Sirius was sitting on the couch, his eyes glued to the television set. Remus strode over, his shoulders hunched forward and his head down, and sunk onto the couch. Sirius didn't look at him, his eyes not tearing away from the television. It was just Muggle news but it was taking his mind off their little tiff. After a few minutes of sitting in silence, Sirius wrapped one arm around Remus and pulled him against him, tucking Remus' head underneath his chin and wrapping his other arm around him.
"Feeling better, love?" Sirius murmured after they got situated and Remus had relaxed into Sirius. Remus shrugged nonchalantly and breathed in, the smell of Sirius filling his nose. Sirius glanced down at Remus. Remus' eyes were half-lidded and he looked tired. Sirius rubbed Remus' back soothingly and smiled a little. "So, that drunkard was an ex of yours," Sirius said, a hint of distaste in his tone. Remus nodded sullenly and Sirius grimaced. "He's a twat," Sirius commented. This shook Remus out of his moping and finally he chuckled and nodded in agreement. Sirius smiled lovingly at Remus and kissed the top of his head. "Lucky for me, you left him. Now I got you and he's just some scum on our shoes," Sirius mused, laughing a little.
Remus chuckled and nuzzled Sirius. "Love you," he whispered, cuddling into Sirius' chest. Sirius hugged him tightly and they dozed off. Just an average argument for the two.
A/N: Just a bit of semi-fluff. xD Not very good but I wrote most of this when I was half-asleep.
