A/N: yay! Reviews! Anyways, I'm writing this while pretending to do home work, but nooooo problem, I can do hw tomorrow…..maybe….I hope.
"It's always raining here." He remarked softly. He stood by the window of his hotel suit, looking over the London city. His arms were crossed over his slender chest as if he were cold. He was slim to the point of almost being feminine, but the muscles in his chest and shoulders saved him from looking female.
"No kidding." James huffed. He was lounging on the red couch that curved around a plasma screen television. His booted feet were propped up on a glass coffee table.
"James, be a little sympathetic." The boy growled teasingly.
Remus Lupin turned to face his bodyguard and not for the first time James was shocked at those amber eyes. Remus' eyes were startling, amazing, and almost inhuman. But he'd had those eyes since he was born. James' face softened, "Sorry Rem."
"When am I going to be allowed to leave?" Remus sighed. He plopped down on the couch beside James. "I've been in the room for a week."
"I know and you know I'm sorry. But your safety's the number one priority. Until we know who hired the hit on you, you're not safe." James said his voice turned back into the cold steel a bodyguards should be.
"Can we at least order Chinese?"
"Nope, remember, I can't leave you alone." James smirked.
"I knew god hated me." Remus growled, falling back on the plush couch. He snatched up a pillow and wrapped his arms around it.
James studied the boy for a moment. Remus always tried to act nonchalant, he always tried to make light of a situation. But now, Remus was actually nervous. Remus was hardly nervous about anything. Of course it was easy to be tense when somebody had tried to shoot you. "Rem?"
"I'm fine." Remus sighed. "A little scared, but I'm okay."
"You feel bad about that other guy?"
"No I don't feel any remorse about a guy I don't even know taking a bullet for me." Remus snapped, his voice laced with sarcasm.
James reached over and grasped Remus' arm gently, causing the boy's head to snap over to him. James smiled empathetically and pulled Remus closer. "Hey, it was his job."
"But…I didn't even know…I didn't even know he existed! He just randomly jumps in front of a fucking bullet for somebody he doesn't even know!" Remus said softly.
"It's his job to remain unknown. The point is he doesn't look like a body guard, therefore no hit man expects it when he jumps in and takes the bullet meant for the target." James explained. He laced his fingers through Remus' soft hair. Remus was a werewolf now. If Remus had been a normal person, James wouldn't have been so intimate. But as he'd learned from studying Remus, becoming a werewolf had made the boy needier of physical contact.
"I just wish I could've thanked him or something."
"The best way to thank a bodyguard is not to cry over them. We can protect your body, but not your heart. The most painful thing for one of us is to see our body in emotional pain, because we can't help. So don't worry about it." James murmured soothingly. Remus moved closer to the bigger man and let those rough fingers massage his scalp.
James' cell phone began to wring and Remus wrinkled his nose. James laughing removed the phone from his pocket. He clicked a silver button at the top and the phone clicked out, fitting perfectly over his face so he could hold it there effortlessly. "Yello. Uh huh….Mm hum...okay…liking it, when'll he be here? Okay thanks." James hit the button again and the phone snapped small again.
The blonde looked at him quizzically.
"New bodyguard, he's good, damn good." James explained.
"His he gonna be like you?" Remus asked.
"Yup, he'll be staying in the room with us."
Remus sighed. "How can you trust a complete stranger?"
"I've known Sirius for the past three years; he's the best in the business." James yawned.
"I thought you were…."
"I'm good, but Siri's amazing." James said seriously. "I trust him with my life, Remus you need to meet your dad for lunch in a few minutes." Remus nodded contentedly and walked upstairs to his bedroom. James decided not to mention that no matter how good Sirius was his clients always had a habit of dying shortly after he left their services. Sirius was the harbinger of death.
Sirius was plopped in the back seat of an inconspicuous white van. He didn't personally know the driver, but Tsang was a picky boss who paid well. Tsang was also a little too tenacious in his beliefs of broken trust was never repaired, or forgivable. "So, tell me about the target." He said nonchalantly. He did this all the time.
"Remus Lupin, eighteen, born in London, his daddy's the owner of Viacom."
"The oil company?" Sirius yawned.
"The one and only,"
"So it's the body-guard trick." Sirius asked.
"Yeah." The driver confirmed.
"Am I supposed to quit before I kill 'em or frame somebody else?"
"Frame another guard, Tsang doesn't care how Remus dies, if you can make it look like an accident, he's in lock down." The driver said his voice was like an auto-man.
"Where?"
"Hotel suit, at the Westin Platinum."
"Gotcha, where's my bag?" Sirius murmured. His bag was full of his trusted guns. His favorite was a little 9MM Taurus with a 3.5" inch barrel. Life was good. Of course he had an assortment of other semi-automatics, pistols, some knives, and a rifle.
Sirius also carried an assortment of favorite clothes around, a shoulder holster, and two hip holsters as well. The hip holster was his favorite. He had two that crossed over each other so they just looked like cool belts; the actual guns were located on the back of his hips. A nice big coat made the guns almost invisible.
He was currently wearing black jeans and a dark red tank top; he pulled a shoulder holster from his back and slipped it on, and slipped a backup tiny sea-camp gun into it. Sirius strapped on wrist sheaves for his tiny throwing knives. After that he slipped on a dark blue turtle neck sweater that was a little too big. He buckled on a hip holster and slipped his little Taurus in, giving it a quick kiss. Next came a black suit jacket, had to look suave.
To play the body guard part one had to look tough and a very tough thing to wear were combat boots. Sirius just liked combat boots, period. Sirius' combat boots always had spare knives slipped into the sides. The last thing to add to the body guard look were dark, slender shades. They were more a dark brown then black, because black matched with his hair too much.
Sirius glanced at his hair in the car mirror and fluffed it a bit so it looked mused and messy finally he smiled. Perfect. He thought, pleased.
"Done primping yet?" the driver huffed, he stopped the car.
"Yes." Sirius grabbed his bad and slid out of the car. "Tell Tsang to call my cell."
He tucked his cell, which happened to be a Motorola razor in his front pocket and walked calmly to the door of the hotel, after all what was there to be nervous about? This was just another game.
He was met at he door by none other then James.
"James." Sirius said coldly.
"Sirius." James said in the same icy tone. "How much wood could a wood-chuck chuck if a wood-chuck could chuck wood?" He added quickly.
"A wood-chuck can chuck wood, therefore a wood-chuck can chuck a lot of wood." Sirius quickly stated in return.
"Sirius!" James cried gleefully, wrapped Sirius in a huge bear hug. "I missed my little teddy bear soooo much! You're turning blue with joy!"
"James…you're killing me." Sirius finally squeaked.
"Woops." James shrugged happily. He finally let the air starved Sirius fall to the floor. Sirius couldn't help grin at the man. "You've got a gun on your shoulder, one on the back of your hip and two wrist sieves and you're probably wearing the knives in your boots."
"Jesus!" Sirius growled. "You always get me with that damn hug!"
"Yeah well, I'm just good like that." James laughed. He walked to the elevators followed by Sirius. Sirius seemed to glide rather then walk, James never knew how Sirius did that, and he didn't want to know how much Sirius practiced either.
"So, where's the body?"
"With his dad at lunch." James said as they stepped into the elevator. James hit the 20th floor and Sirius waggled his eyebrows', impressed.
"The suits? We get to stay in a suit!" Sirius gasped.
"Uh huh, with a really biiiiiig TV." James purred.
Sirius eyes glazed over and he sighed. "Sounds great…" Somewhere deep in the back corner of his he felt so guilty lying to James, but it was better t lie then have James know what he was….a hunter, a killer, a murderer. The smile faded slowly from Sirius' face.
"Sirius?"
"Hm?" Sirius murmured, being drawn back to his senses. He noticed James curious expression and easily slipped his smile back. "Just spaced out there for a second." He laughed. Sirius Black did two things. He killed, and he acted. Sirius excelled at both.
They had barely stepped out of the elevator before they heard voices in the hall, guns instinctively swung out of the holsters. James swung out from inside the elevator and Sirius took his usual position, crouch down beside James gun drawn.
James laughed and slid his gun back into its shoulder holster. Sirius followed without question. "Sorry, Mr. Lupin we heard your voices and yanked out our guns." James explained sheepishly.
"No trouble at all." Mr. Lupin smiled. "That's what I hired you to do, this is Sirius?"
"None other," James laughed.
"Mr. Lupin, pleasure to meet you." Sirius purred, tossing on his ain't-I-sweet face. He reached out a hand and shook Mr. Lupin's. He had a firm handshake, but he was nervous, the veins deep in his palms twitched. Sirius met the man's eyes and noticed fear and disappointment, not just in the eyes. It was in the constant twitch of his noise, the subtle wavering of his determined eyebrows, the slight way he glanced just a little more to the left so his son was further from his sight.
"Mr. Black, I've heard you're very talented."
Sirius flashed a predatory smile. "Oh I do whatever I'm paid too as well as I possibly can."
"James escort Remus inside." James shot Sirius a worried glance, but Sirius just nodded slightly. James did as he was told. Mr. Lupin and Sirius and a group of body guards stood in silence. "I don't trust you." Mr. Lupin finally said.
"I appreciate your directness." Sirius laughed. He wanted to congratulate the man, he'd seen in a matter of seconds what even James hadn't...in three years. "I don't really care. My job isn't to earn your trust. It's to keep your son alive from whatever the fuck wants to kill him. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll just familiarize my self to my surroundings." Sirius didn't wait for an answer, he simply waltzed into the suit, closed the door and secured all three locks on it.
"Sirius c'mere an' meet Remus!" James called.
"Nice room." Sirius commented. There was a small kitchenette attached with a large table. The center of the room was a plush red couch curving around a plasma screen TV. The wall across from the door was one big window. There was a star case that probably led up to a bedroom. There was a walk way to another room with a computer between the TV and the stairs.
He sat down on the couch beside James and noticed Remus on James' other side. Sirius starred. Those amber eyes were even more amazing in person. They seemed to swirl. The golden splashes shimmered almost violently in the light and burst of copper seemed to explode everywhere. Jesus fuck…Sirius thought. "Remus Lupin?"
"Yeah." Remus held out a hand and Sirius accepted it. Remus' handshake wasn't anything special, but his skin…there was something magnetic about Remus Lupin, and Sirius didn't think it was just because he was a werewolf. "Where're you from?" Remus asked politely.
"…Somewhere."
Remus' mouth twitched in aggravation. "Okay, Where do you live?"
"…Somewhere."
Remus sighed. "Um…Do you like Chinese?"
"…maybe."
Remus growled low in his throat and pressed himself back against the couch. He'd tried.
"So…Nice place," Sirius grinned, he stood up and looked around. "Now, where am I sleeping?"
"Cot?" Both James and Remus said together.
"…Sirius Black does not sleep on cots." Sirius growled. He whirled and started up the stairs. "Oh, what's up here?"
"Hey!" Remus yelled. He followed Sirius up the stairs. "My space, out!"
Sirius was greeted with a huge canopy bed in shades of red with big plush pillows and another big-ass TV and a master bathroom. "Oh yes this will do just fine!" Sirius sighed and jumped on the bed with a please purr. Remus was very, very fun to tease.
"Which part of my space did you not get!" Remus cried indignantly.
"I got it all," Sirius said, his voice was velvety in this throat. "My space, out!" He selected a plush red pillow and curled around it and rested his head on it.
He shut his eyes and lay there, hair spilling over his face as Remus yelled at him. Sirius finally opened one eye and looked up at Remus. "Ya know I don't mind sharing…"
Remus went an adorable shade of pink and a smile bloomed on Sirius' face. "Are you hitting on me! OFF MY BED YOU PERVERT!"
As the ranting and railing on Remus' part continued upstairs James not only cursed Remus' protective temper towards his property, but also Sirius' way of making a mundane phrase like "please pass the salt," sound insanely suggestive. Suddenly all noise stopped, Remus had either died or Sirius had.
"Alright we'll share the cot." Sirius finally said, breaking the silence.
"REMUS LUPIN DOES NOT SLEEP ON COTS!"
James sighed. It was going to be a very long night, for now he was glad it was only noon.