So.. Waiting for so long and then two in a row. I'm on a roooollllll. But I can't promise how long it'll take before the next one's up.. I hope soon! This well be one of the last chapters and I'm so thankful for all your reviews and support so far. It means the world to mean to know people enjoy what I write. Thaanks!

Sirius had dinner fast and impatient while Bellatrix rambled on about her pregnancy, what to name the baby and who to be the godparents. She knew just fine Sirius couldn't care less but it wasn't in her nature to care either.
When dinner was finally done and Sirius escaped to his dressing room, he spent the better of two hours to fix his hair and decide what to wear. Eventually he settled for tight, black jeans, a simple white shirt and his leather boots and jacket. It seemed like the right look. After all, perhaps the man didn't show up at all and he could at least have a good time. A little attention never hurt anyone and he was rather gorgeous. The leather jacket was perhaps a bit too cold for this weather but he didn't plan to spend another night on the streets walking about, no matter what. Perhaps tonight was the night he'd finally get over all this Remus nonsense and get laid. Because whoever wanted to be his witness knew he could do with some.

He told his wife not to wait up and that he would be spending most of the evening and night with a rather unaware James. She vaguely waved her hand as a sign she heard him without looking up from the magazine she was reading and off he went. Tucked away in his coat, as best as he good because bloody hell this was some poor decision making, he made his way to the bar. It was probably still too early but there was no shame in a little liquid courage. He wasn't very keen on admitting it was he was nervous as fuck. Was he so in need of hearing the man explain about the woman and kid?

Sirius tried to take it easy with the beers but ended up with 5 empty glasses in no time. Good thing he was a good drinker. At least it took the edge of. Enough, even, that when a hand was placed on his shoulder he could muster a smile to welcome the stranger when turning around.
That happy face unfortunately disappeared as soon as he got sight of the owner of the hand. It wasn't his guy. Instead he was facing a rather old, greasy geezer that was asking him to join him on the dancefloor. Though asking was bit of a stretch. He basically just grabbed Sirius as if he was some trophy and started pulling. Not very hard but the strong grasp on his wrist had a clear you have no saying in this. He didn't want to dance with this guy. He was waiting for something better and he couldn't be distracted. And so he pulled back. The man turned around and gave him a look that made clear he wasn't used to people telling him no. Now that Sirius got a better look, the man wasn't necessarily greasy or gross. His clothes were actually rather fancy and he was probably a sugar daddy, used to the young boys joining him, having a night of 'fun' and going home with expensive new clothes and a fancy watch. Sirius felt a pang of insult. Surely he didn't seem like he needed someone else to look after him. He was a Black for fuck's sake, the richest family in probably the country. Not that the man knew. Or was impressed, for that matter, and so he just turned around again and started pulling.
It was too busy in the little café for anyone to really notice what was going on. The music was too loud and he was sure no one would hear if he'd start shouting. But he wouldn't be Sirius Bloody Black if he'd at least kick the man to save his pride.. Fortunately that never happened because as if out of thin air a tall figure appeared, blocking the man's path. Out of surprise the man let go of Sirius, who quickly took the opportunity to step back, out of his reach.

Sirius heart jumped when he realised it was the man he had been waiting for that had saved him. The geezer wasn't impressed and puffed out his chest. For a second Sirius thought he saw a flicker of fear in the tall man's eyes but he quickly recovered and look down on the older man. Sirius had already noticed he was quite tall before but with the calm look in his eyes and one eyebrow raised, he made a rather strong impression. His calm was almost scary and he was standing there, either completely unimpressed or at least pretending to be so very convincing.
Eventually the man just gave up and walked away to bother someone else.

Both relieved and nervous, Sirius turned his barstool back towards the bar and sat down as the sort-of-stranger took the stool next to him. He tensed for a second as he realised that perhaps he was very keen on getting at the bar as quickly as possible but he never made a plan of what to do once he was there. Story of his life. Luckily the tall man seemed to be prepared as he took a pen from his pocket and a coaster of the bar, scribbling something down. The hand that saved him earlier with such a simple gesture moved the coaster towards him and Sirius cocked his hand to read the neat handwriting.

Fancy meeting you here.

The corner of Sirius' mouth twitched in half a smirk as he read the casual opening.

The please is all mine.

Their fingers touched when he shoved the coaster back towards the conversation starter and a probably pleasant jolt shot through his stomach. After a few seconds the coaster found its way back.

We have some explaining to do.

You start.

Sirius watched as the man, his friendly face somewhat pain and slightly biting his lip, hoovered the pen over the coaster, seemingly searching for the right words. He was surprised when the coaster returned his way with just three simple words scrabbled on it.

Short version; divorced.

Sirius read the short sentence a few times over. He could be lying just to get him to come home with him again, sure.. But the longer he thought it over, the more it made sense. He wasn't very good at guessing ages but it seemed like the kid was about 8 years old, perhaps? A kid that age should have toys lying around. Perhaps pictures of a happy family on the table or something. There had been none of the sort as far as he could remember. No tiny coat on the coatrack or little shoes in the hallway. No female ones either so perhaps.. Perhaps it was true.

A slender hand shoved the pen over the bar towards him and their fingers shortly touched again as Sirius took it. He shook off the shiver the touch brought with it and hovered over the coaster to write an answer but he couldn't really find a short version. And so he decided to go for the truth.

Arranged marriage.

He was about to shove it back before quickly adding another scribble.

Also not my baby.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Sirius smiled vaguely and they sort of started a little coaster conversation until it was almost entirely blue from all the scribbles.

Well.. It happens.

Is that why you.. do this?

Pick up men in bars?

More or less.

So do you

So it seems. Second time though

A handsome guy like you? Bitch please

The other man snorted and Sirius' stomach flipped a few times at the sound. It was the most sound he had come from the man from now on. It frightened him. It made all this so much more real. There was a short pause before the man decided to write his answer.

Thank you. But I have a complicated past. I guess.

Perhaps you can tell me one day.

Will you tell me yours?

I might.

They continued their rather empty conversation for quite some time until the coasters was almost entirely blue and they struggled to find places to continue their conversation .

Sorry I walked out on you last time

It's alright. Perhaps it was a bit fast.

Perhaps. Still. Shouldn't have.

The man hesitated again and Sirius knew just what he was about to read when the man scribbled something more.

Do you have to be home anytime soon?

Sirius wondered if his stomach was even still attached to something with all the flipping it was doing lately.

I'm supposedly staying with a friend. So no.

Can I ask you over for another cup of coffee?

Sirius didn't even bother to write another answer but just jumped of his barstool. He caught a glimpse of a shy smile when the other man stood next to him and offered him his arm. It was such a sweet gesture Sirius almost automatically shortly leaned his head against the man's shoulder, inhaling the warm scent before standing up straight again. He couldn't completely remember where to go anymore and so he obediently followed, sticking out his tongue when they passed the geezer outside who was having a heated discussion with the bouncer.

.o.o.o.o.o.

The house was pretty much the same but this time Sirius felt more at ease as well as nervous. Still he took the time to look around. Eventually he did find a picture of the boy he had seen in the fountain on a small desk in the corner. There was also a box by the window which he assumed probably held the kid's toys. So there was indeed a son and it didn't seem as if he lived with this man all the time. So probably with the mother.

The kind man soon returned with a cup of coffee for Sirius and a cup of tea for himself. He sat down next to Sirius on the couch and their knees sort of touched as they sipped. The hot liquid was a very welcome change from the beers and even though he wasn't drunk, it did make him feel as if he was sobering up.

It was different this time. They hadn't hugged or shyly smiled at each other yet. There was something in the air and they both knew what it was. This were cleared now. They more or less knew and accepted the other's circumstances. As if they were vague friends. Things could happen now. Things probably would happen now.

Sirius glanced beside him. The man was softly blowing the hot tea. It was so homely and sweet. But the distant look in his eyes betrayed a certain amount of nerves hunted him too. Had he ever been with a man before? Perhaps. Sirius redirected his gaze to his jeans and smirked as a slightly arrogant thought shot through his mind, doubting they would've been as gorgeous as he was. He damn well knew what he looked like. That's why he picked these clothes, from his biker boots to his tight, plain white shirt.

They sat in silence for a few minutes while they carefully sipped their drinks. It was Remus who finished his drink first and while he placed his cup on the table before them, Sirius quickly downed the rest of his coffee, pretending as if it didn't feel as if he just burnt his throat. They sat in silence. Neither of them seemed all too sure what to do and so Sirius decided it was probably best if he made the first move. And so he did. He watched the man's hand, resting on his own leg just a few inches from his own. Slowly he moved his own hand and slid his fingers over the long, slender digits. This time not ignoring the lightning in his head. It felt good. Their hand entangled a bit as he raised his head to look at the man. He was staring at their enlaced hands and clearly swallowed. Sirius shuffled a little towards him and used his free hand to turn the man's head towards him. Their eyes locked and Sirius marvelled in their colour. It was almost gold. Or at least brown with goldish flecks. They were so warm and kind. He saw himself reflected in them as the man stared back at them. His eyes held such grief that Sirius almost let go of the hand if he hadn't wanted this so bad for way too long.
He leaned forward and was pleased to feel the man didn't pull back when their lips touched. He deepened the kiss a little, marveling in the softness of his lips and the soft, pleasant smell of his skin creeping up his nose. Then, just as suddenly as it started the man broke of their kiss, placing one protective hand on Sirius' chest.

'Shit. No. I'm so sorry. I can't do this.'

Sirius's head exploded again but this time it was a freezing cold, creeping from his neck all the way down his spine as if someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over his head. He pulled away so fast he almost tumbled over de arm of the couch, staring at the face in front of him

'I'm sorry if I insult you. It just feel wrong to use you to forget someone else.'

The beers, the coffee, his dinner all seemed to have morphed into some gigantic storm, trying to break its way out of his stomach. He more or less pushed the man aside and stumbled towards the toilet, just in time bending over the pot before everything decided to exit. His head was still racing, thumping. His heart pretty much the same.

That voice..

It was him.

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