Warning: More good slashiness!
Dedication: To Chris, for the awesome night...
Author's Note: We see Remus' dark in this installation. And we feel ab it bad for Sirius...well, not really. Things get intense! What will happen next? :-)
A Personal Affair
Chapter Seven
//Good lord, what have I done?// Remus awoke suddenly, heart racing as he adjusted to his unfamiliar surroundings. Severus was lying next to him, turned in he opposite direction. Remus took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He hated waking un in a strange place.
"All right?"
It seemed Severus was awake as well.
"Just disoriented." Remus raked his hair out of his eyes, falling back against the pillows. "Sleep well?"
"Quite. And you?"
"Strange dreams..." Remus muttered, staring up at the canopy above him. He couldn't quite remember them, but he knew they were the reason he had awoken so suddenly.
"Mmm." Severus rolled over, looking at Remus. //Why does he always stare at me?// It made the werewolf a bit uncomfortable.
"So..." Remus smiled nervously, forcing himself to think of something to say.
"Why do you insist wit filling every minute with useless chatter?" Severus propped himself up on his elbow.
"Er..." Remus paused. "It's better then just laying here, not saying anything."
"Why?"
"Because." He had to admit he had no good answer.
"Have you ever heard of something called a comfortable silence?"
"No." Remus shook his head. "But I'm *very* familiar with uncomfortable silences."
"Come here." Severus drew Remus closer, one hand idly stroking the side of the werewolf's face. "Now just lie still, and be quiet."
"All right." Remus sighed, a little apprehensive. Severus' fingers trailed over his cheeks, his lips, his eyes...caressing every part of his face. It certainly felt good, and Remus decided he liked the intense way Severus was looking at him. There was something very sultry about it.
Severus' fingers moved downwards, over his neck and chest. They were feather light touches, but they were beginning to make Remus squirm with anticipation. And then Severus stopped, his hand resting comfortably on Remus' stomach. Remus smiled up at his lover, wanting nothing more then to pull the other man down and ravage him.
"You see?" Severus finally said, quietly.
"Mmm." Remus lifted his head, capturing Severus' lips in a kiss. "You're beautiful." He mumbled.
"And you truly are hopelessly romantic." Severus returned the kiss, rolling over on top of Remus to pin him down. They engaged in a brief erotic tussle, ending in the two of them sprawled across the covers, sweating and panting.
"Do I get to look forward to that every morning?" Remus asked, gasping.
"No." Severus shook his head. 'Consider it a welcoming gift."
"Welcome, indeed." Remus rolled over, draping himself casually over the other man. "I'm starving..."
"I can imagine." Severus stood, stretching as he did so. Remus smiled, enjoying the view. "Come along...the house elves should have breakfast ready."
"Good." Remus stood up, and grabbed his bathrobe out of the closet. Severus had already moved to the bathroom. //Wow.// Remus sat down for a moment, gathering his wits about him. He was still a bit weak kneed from the morning's activities. When the bathroom was free, he cleaned himself up a bit, and followed Severus down to breakfast.
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//Oh...this is going to be fun.// Remus forced his features into a bland mask. Sirius was already at the table, looking cross and unrested.
"Good morning." Remus said pleasantly, taking a seat. //Maybe I should have gotten dressed...//
"I'll bet." Sirius said, sarcastically.
"Er...did you sleep well? I dare say it's more comfortable here then my cottage..." He was desperate to make things as light and pleasant as possible. Severus was ignoring Sirius completely.
"Actually, I didn't sleep well at all." Sirius snapped, eyes narrowing. But for some reason, his anger this morning seemed directed at Remus, not Severus.
"Why not?" Remus asked, honestly baffled.
"Let's just say...walls are pretty damn thin around here." Sirius said, pointedly.
"Ah...oh!" Remus could feel himself flushing ten different shades of red. //No...there's no way he could have heard us...could he have?//
"Ah. Yes." Severus said, flipping through the pages of the Dailey Prophet. "Sound has a way of traveling at night. There is such a thing as a silencing charm, Black."
"Yeah, there is." Sirius shot back.
"All right, all right, please..." Remus sighed. "Let's not get into this. Sirius, I am sorry...I had no idea..."
"I know, I know." Sirius rolled his eyes. "Look, never mind. Just...keep it down, all right?"
"Yes." Remus nodded.
"Black, this is my home and I will not have you telling me what I can and cannot do." Severus would make things difficult, wouldn't he?
"Both of you!" Remus turned to Severus. "Sev...Sirius dropped it. It's over with now. Let's just have breakfast?"
"This isn't going to work." Sirius stood up, shoving his chair back from the table. "I'm sorry Remmie, but it's not."
"Sirius..."
"Sit down, Black." Severus snapped.
"No." Sirius shook his head. "I'm going to my room." He stormed off, grumbling under his breath. Remus excused himself, and jogged off after his friend. Things couldn't be like this. Sirius and Severus were going to have to learn to live with each other.
"Sirius..."
"Look, Remmie, I don't want to talk about it. I'm still scarred from last night..."
"Oh, so you heard a few...loud moments." Remus waved his hand. "We all had to put up with you bringing girls back to the dorm, so I don't want to hear it."
"It wasn't a few loud 'moments', Remmie." Sirius turned, leaning his back against the wall. "Do you ave any idea how loud you are?"
"No..." Remus bit his lower lip.
"Really loud. I'm sorry, but I heard pretty much everything you said..." Sirius was looking at him half in awe, half in disgust.
"You...You're..." Sirius shook his finger at him.
"What? I'm what, Sirius?" Remus was getting upset.
"Nothing." Sirius looked at the ground, shaking his head.
"No. I'm sorry that I enjoy physical intimacy. I'm sorry that I'm verbally expressive. But it has been a very long time since I was intimate with anyone, and I had quite a bit frustration to get out." Remus was not going to let Sirius make him feel ashamed or guilty.
"Look, fine." Sirius held up is hands. "You know what...fuck as loudly as you want. I'm writing to Dumbledore, and I'm getting my arse out of here. Then you can do it on the god damn dining room table, if you want to!"
"We don't have to wait till you're gone!" Remus yelled back. "We will do what we please, where we please. You are a guest in this house..."
"So are you!" Sirius grabbed Remus by the collar, succeeding only in enraging the werewolf more. "I don't know what the fuck you think is going on, ut I do! You're a convenient little lap dog that'll be sent the pound as soon as he's tired of you..."
"Get. Your. Hands. Off. Me." Remus growled, carefully enunciating each word. "Now."
"Not until you listen to me!" Sirius pulled Remus closer, which proved to be a very stupid move. Remus threw Sirius hands off of him, and slammed the other man against the wall.
"You listen to me." Remus' voice had a dangerous edge that was unusual for the quiet man. "If you ever, *ever* say anything like that again, I will make you regret it. You are my friend Sirius, but I will not tolerate slander such as that. I don't think *you* know what is going on here. So keep your mouth shut, and stay in your room. Stay out of our way, and maybe we can live in some semblance of peace. But I am not going to put up with any verbal abuse from you, let alone physical. Am I understood?"
"Yeah..." Sirius' eyes were wide with fear, and Remus let go of his friend, sucking in a deep breath. He had frightened himself, a bit.
"Good." Remus straitened his robe, and swallowed nervously. "I'm sorry I got so violent with you. I just lost my temper."
"Yeah." Sirius nodded, seeming quelled. "I'm gonna go back to my room now. I...I need some time." He was looking at Remus differently now, and the werewolf felt like a complete arse. //Why did I do that? Why can't I control myself?//
"Of course. I think I do, as well. A shower and a walk sounds very good right about now." Remus was still smiling nervously, as Sirius just nodded and walked-slowly-back to his room. Remus leaned against the wall, and slumped down, shaking uncontrollably.
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