A/N: I was watching Dave Hughes Live the other day, and he mentions that his girlfriend gets a tattoo that says 'I Love Dave'. So I thought, Sirius seems the type to get a tattoo. So, then I thought, he also seems the type to drink a lot. So that'd rub off on Remus every now and again, and I think he'd think Sirius would appreciate it. Which, of course, he would.
Disclaimer: JK owns it. dances And now read, my pretties, and fall in love with Remus over and over.
Sirius appraised Remus with a raised eyebrow.
"How much did you drink?"
Remus looked at his own reflection in the mirror. "You say I don't drink enough. Besides, I think it looks good."
Sirius took a step forward. "Oh, there's no denying it looks good. But you're going to die when you see it tomorrow."
Remus laughed.
"How did you do it?"
"Found a spell. And you think all that studying's a waste of time."
Sirius leant his chin on Remus' shoulder. "Definitely not a waste of time," he breathed.
Sirius blinked bleary eyes, woken by Remus slowly withdrawing his hand from Sirius'. The weight on the mattress shifted slightly as Remus got up, tiptoeing across the dormitory.
Sirius smiled to himself as he turned to face the pillow, which still smelt of the other boy. All he could hear was the gentle snores of James and Peter, and Remus' footsteps padding quietly. Sirius sighed and closed his –
A scream erupted from the bathroom, causing Sirius to throw back the covers in panic, running to Remus, passing James and Peter, who had both woken at the sound.
"What happ-" Sirius began, as he slipped into the bathroom, but stopped abruptly as Remus stared at his shirtless body, frozen in shock.
James' voice called out tentatively from the dorm. "Remus?"
Remus exhaled, very slowly, before raising a finger to his collarbone. "What's this?" He asked, his tone icy.
Sirius squinted at Remus' reflection. "Looks like a- Fuck."
Mirror Remus glared. "Don't you think I've got enough scars already? Fuck, Sirus!" Remus' voice reverberated in the small bathroom, his anger evident in every echo.
"What makes you think I did it? You did it!" Sirius shouted back.
Remus blinked. "What?"
"You thought it was a good idea. And it is." A small pause. "It's amazing," he added, quietly.
Remus frowned. "It looks—"
"—Great. No one's going to see it. I'm the only one who sees you with your shirt off, right?"
Remus reluctantly nodded.
"And, if it's any consolation, it makes you look sexy."
Remus smiled. "What, more so than usual?"
Sirius laughed. "You made a joke about it. That's definitely a good sign."
Remus turned around, and linked his arms around Sirius' neck. "Well, don't let me drink so much, next time. My head hurts from all the yelling."
Sirius nodded absently, fixated as he was on the image of Remus pointing at a tiny paw print tattoo on his collarbone, which was, without doubt, one of the best things he'd ever seen in his life.
He made a mental note to get Remus to drink more often.