Anchor. Chapter 11
"Sirius."
He grumbled and turned over. He was aware that his shoulder was pressing into a hard flat surface but couldn't think to get up.
"Sirius, get up. Come on."
Soft, gentle hands shook his shoulder until he had no option but to look up at the one disturbing his slumber.
Tonks stared down on him with her soft grey eyes, the only thing she shared with the Black family. "The floor can't be comfortable. Let's get you up."
Her voice was soft as she pulled the drunken man up into a sitting position. His dazed eyes looked around his surroundings to find that he was in the kitchen.
"How did I get here?" he slurred, blood alcohol still too high.
Tonks pulled a handkerchief from her robe and began cleaning the sweat off his forehead, "I do not know. You must have passed out drunk." She motioned to the empty bottle of vodka that lay beside him, cracked from its fall to the floor. "Can't say that I'm not flattered that you seem to like my gift." She smiled warmly and he couldn't help but return it.
She helped him up and into a chair at the dining table. He sat down slowly, body aching. His mind was throbbing as the aftereffect of his night of binge drinking over took him. Tonks saw his pain and smiled. She was a young twenty-one year old, she knew what it was like to be piss-drunk and figured Sirius himself had experienced plenty of mornings like this.
"Do you want something to eat? Help to sober you up." She offered, standing. She wasn't much of a cook, but living alone had forced her to at least be able to produce meager meals.
Sirius declined, not wanting to have to silence his mother when Tonks knocked pots and pans over or risk his stomach betraying him. "Thank you though. You're too kind."
She responded with a youthful laugh, "Sirius, don't be silly! Family looks after family." She playfully slapped his shoulder but in his drunken haze he was no fool. She was in such a good mood because she hoped to see someone.
"What brings you tonight?" Sirius asked, knowing the answer.
Immediately, Tonks blushed. She was a pretty girl and the rose color that was appearing in her cheeks only added to her appeal but at the moment it instantly aggravated Sirius.
"Oh, I just know that last night was the full moon. I kind of wanted to…you know…"
His eyes narrowed. "No. I don't. What?" He fought to keep his voice steady but the words were sharper then he intended. All the kindness she just displayed was insignificant now.
She laughed awkwardly to break the tension, "Oh, don't be thick, cousin! I hoped to check on Remus."
The silence was thick as Sirius stared at her. Her hair was red today and flowing down her shoulders. Molly once commented that she looked like a Weasley when she chose this look. But to Sirius, she looked like a young girl who was Tonks' age when she was murdered fourteen years ago.
Tonks must have known she had over stepped her boundaries because she stopped smiling and bit her thin lip. "Is that okay with you? I mean, is he okay?"
"He's fine." Sirius snapped. Honestly, he didn't know. After awaking from his nightmare, he went straight to the liquor cabinet in his kitchen. He hoped that Remus had made it home safe and was suddenly sick with himself for not even thinking to stay sober long enough for him to come home.
He stood and the slender young woman followed suit, reaching out to grasp his arm in case he fell. There was hardly any need for that as he had more balance drunk than she did sober.
"I didn't offend you, did I?" she pressed on as they made their way up the narrow stairs.
Sirius shook his head, trying to think of a way to play off his jealousy. The last thing he needed was a loud mouthed, gossip loving young woman to suspect anything.
"No, not at all. It's just that Remus doesn't like company when he is ill. He is asleep, I assure you. Don't you worry."
"Are you sure there is nothing I can do-"
"He's fine." Sirius shot at her, his temper betraying him once more. "I will get him whatever he needs."
It was irrational. There was no chemistry between Remus and Tonks, no need to worry. It should have been like last time when he merely found her affection amusing. Maybe it was the liquor, but now he wanted her out of his house and out of Remus' life.
Tonks jerked back at the ferocity of his voice. She and Sirius had gotten along quite well, so much so that before he realized his love for a certain werewolf, he found her quite cute. He even thought that maybe if the times were different, he would attempt to be with her (she was only his second-cousin after all).
Tonks knew that her welcome had expired. Sirius thanked her for waking him and getting him off the floor but held the door in an obvious 'get out'. Once she was gone, he carried himself as quickly as he could without stumbling up the stairs to his bedroom.
"Please be inside. Please be inside. Please be inside." He repeated over and over.
He pushed the door open and peeked his head in and released a sigh of relief. Remus lay in the bed, safe and sound as he should be.
He must have heard the creek of the door because his tired eyes slipped open. He gave a soft smile, "Sirius…" he breathed.
Sirius smiled, painfully aware of his alcohol breath and unshaven face. "Good morning, Remus."
He knelt before the bed and took Remus' hand in his and kissed it. He saw a small scar along the knuckle and frowned. It wasn't one of worry, the small was scar and old, but one of remembrance. James had a similar scar on his hand.
Sirius flashed back to his nightmare, remembering the weight of his best mates hand in his. He squashed the memory by leaning down to kiss Remus. The werewolf accepted the kiss happily, and moved over to allow him room to lay down. He fell back into his deep slumber as soon as he could feel the warmth of the animagus beside him. Sirius tucked his face into the scarred shoulder and let exhaustion take him too.
It must have been late afternoon when he was awoken by someone pulling roughly on him.
"Hey!" he snarled, fighting against the force. His thin shirt was practically torn off his body by a fully awake werewolf.
"Remus, what are you doing?"
He was cut off as Remus pulled Sirius to him by wrapping his arms around his neck and maneuvering him on top of his naked body and pressed his lips to his hard.
"Eager?" Sirius grinned at his nudeness once he was released from the intense, close-lipped kiss, immediately free of any thought of sleep. He hadn't considered sex the day after the full moon but he was in no way considering turning it down. When he was younger, he found that the best time to shag was right after waking.
Remus gave him another peck on the lips and nodded his head, "That and I just was too hot to keep my clothes on tonight. Didn't think you'd mind."
Sirius chuckled and burrowed his face in Remus neck. The small man smelled the alcohol and held him tight to his body as he rolled them onto their sides. Sirius' grunted at the action but Remus merely laughed. "Poor thing. You can't hold your liquor anymore."
His taunting voice was like music to Sirius' ears as he ran his hands over Sirius' now bare chest.
"If only you knew how much I drank." Sirius grumbled. Remus cupped his cheeks, kissing him, nothing tender about it. Sirius tried to slow it down by running his tongue across the tightly closed lips but his request for entrance was denied.
"Quite a bit, hm? Well then, you must be in no condition to play daddy tonight, don't you think?" He pulled his body up and kneeled on the bed above Sirius, straddling his hips, as he tried to get up too.
Remus pushed him back down sharply. Suddenly, he was almost as strong as he used to be prior to Sirius' incarceration. "Stay down, love. I would rather you not make me get….forceful."
Sirius obeyed, looking up into Remus' eyes. Clear yellow. Shouldn't they be amber again by now? He wondered, truly frightened, if the wolf in Remus was still awake, still clawing to get the edge. To break free of the prison that held him all but three nights a month.
Sirius laid down, with a small nod. It didn't seem like a good idea to aggravate Moony, not now. The brunette ran his hands all over Sirius, revealing his nails were still long and sharp. He smiled, fangs flashing.
"Shit." Sirius whispered, understanding. He was in no true danger but he could see that Moony had been tempted that night when they ran together and the tease must have annoyed him because now he was here to receive his prize. Remus- no, Moony- was the predator tonight; Sirius was the game.
"What are you going to do, Remus?" he asked, voice shaking. Never in all of his life had he been in this position. Sirius felt the hold on his chest intensify. These powerful hands somehow belonged to the same man who just a few nights ago was weak and complaint in his arms, totally at his mercy.
"I know what I want. Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes….I know what I want." His voice was a dangerous mix between a low growl and a seductive purr. Sirius released an involuntary moan.
"Ah, I think you may want the same thing as I do." Remus pushed his shoulders to the bed, holding fast. "Tell me, Sirius. What do you think I am about to do?"
"You…" his voice faded, nervous. He had never been submissive in all his life.
"Yes?" Remus prompted, eyes gleaming like a wolf about to maul it's prey. He was just as beautiful like this as he was when we was defenseless.
"You are going to fuck me."
The words seemed foreign coming from him. He was near trembling now, not just from fear but also from excitement. His dick was beginning to stir, answering to the call of his master.
"That sounded like an order. That's not right. Ask me to. Just like you made me."
Sirius groaned, struggling against the hands that gave no leeway. He wasn't trying to escape, just test the strength of his restraints. There was no breaking free.
Remus leaned down so close his lips grazed Sirius', fangs tracing lines across the soft pink flesh. "Didn't catch that."
Sirius gave up all his fears, gave up his worries, and panted six powerful words that made Remus' eyes darken and the hungry smile of a predator cross his face.
"Please, Remus. Fuck me. Take me."
Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce... dominant Remus!