A/n: I'm about to move in with a motorbike addict. I know how Remus feels.
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He'd somehow managed to forget, what with the excitement of moving in and finishing school, and the whirlwind romance in which it had all happened that he was living with a motorbike lover.
To begin with things weren't that bad – Sirius kept the bike outside and washed his hands when he came in but then the uncommonly hot summer weather ended and Remus discovered himself sharing the living room with gleaming black chrome.
"It's raining, the bike will be ruined!" Sirius had moaned and because he was weak Remus had relented and the bike had stayed, taking up all of the space and all of Sirius.
Sirius would drape himself over the bike in the evening and watch the television – Remus was already beginning to regret that purchase as Sirius spent half his time fondly watching anything and everything – and completely ignore dinner, guests dropping round and Remus.
And when Remus came home from a hard day at work to find the bike leaking oil over the sheepskin rug that had brought from his bedroom at home it was the last straw.
Out went the bike, Sirius could buy a plastic sheet to cover it when it rained. Out went the oil, and the leather and the smell, Sirius had better wash up before he came within two feet of Remus after riding that bike.
Out went Sirius until he was prepared to compromise.
And Remus sat and waited. He could be as seductive as any fast-speed, leather seated temptress and Sirius would come back after a few pints and a telling off from James and Peter ready to let bygones be bygones and if he wasn't then Remus could not be held responsible for his actions.
It was all out war and Remus Lupin was determined to win.