A/N: Yo! I agaian want thank my reviewers who light up my life! Along with my friends….and Diet coke….I tried to stop drinking it cause I'm sort of addicted to it, but I decided screw it. There's worse things to be addicted to, and everybody needs an addiction! That will be mentioned in this chapter….Oh and btw I felt like saying, for our graduation (my school only goes up to 8th grade) we're going to sing Closing Time by Semisonic, I really like the song so I happy. Yeah…we sing for graduation…sad, huh.
"Why the hell did you call during the day?" Sirius demanded harshly. His cell phone was pressed against his ear, he promptly got up off the red couch and moved away from the stairs. Remus was luckily in the shower, so he probably wouldn't be able to hear him. Sirius stormed over to the downstairs bathroom where he shut the door behind him and locked it. He drove his hand into his bag and withdrew a lighter and a pack of Camel cigarettes and stuck one between his lips and lit it.
"I assumed you'd call me last night and report on your… progress," Tsang's voice hissed through the metal phone.
"We never arranged that," Sirius argued. He glanced around and found a vent on the ceiling of the bathroom and continued smoking, satisfied. The smoke filled his mouth and lungs with a taste of burnt…burnt something. Even after all his years of smoking Sirius never figured out what exactly smoke tasted like, but he liked it. He really liked it.
"The arrangement is as it always is," Tsang snapped.
"You seem happy," Sirius commented dryly. He blew a puff of smoke into the room and watched it drift to the ceiling in a sensuous dance, feeling every muscle and nerve relax.
"We're having problems," he sighed.
"What is, you or your business?"
"The business, rebellions are forming. Pro-monsters factions are blooming inside our numbers. That can be very bad for business. You know the drill, 'monsters are people too'," Tsang growled sarcastically.
"We all know the slogan," Sirius laughed, "And this coming from men who are paid to kill people."
"Isn't irony hilarious?" Tsang growled. "Now report. Is our wolf-boy dead or what?"
"He's alive… We're doing the regular drill right? Kill 'em and frame somebody else, or are we doing the--I start crying and everybody turns to butter?"
Tsang was silent in thought for a moment before saying, "I couldn't care less, do whatever's quickest, but be careful. You're starting to look suspicious."
"Will do boss," Sirius said emotionlessly. He didn't like Tsang, but he didn't dislike him either. It was all just business. Tsang organized assassins, set them up for jobs, and took thirty percent of their profit. He was the godfather of all assassins or bounty hunters. Sirius didn't mind going rogue, he just didn't want to deal with all the organizing work and the set-up. He was usually paid enough that giving up thirty percent was nothing.
"Good. Don't fuck this up Sirius. One of our men got caught last night, we can't afford another screw up." Tsang said curtly before he hung up.
Sirius flipped his phone close and switched it off. He shoved it in his bad and inhaled his cigarette deeply. Tsang was having problems keeping his cold-hearted, do anything for money assassins in line. It was going to happen eventually, but Sirius wasn't planning on Tsang losing control so soon. His thought drifted back to his mission, and to Remus. A sharp pang of deep regret struck his heart. He was going to kill Remus. Sirius was going to shoot him right in the head. He was going to splatter Remus' brains all over the bed. He might have to blame James. He might have to take James' gun.
I'm in way over my head…Jesus fuck, I can't blame James…Sirius thought. He sat down in the perfectly dry bathtub and sat there in thought. Who do I blame then? Right one of the guards stationed outside. Kill 'em all take a gun and shoot Remus. How do I kill them without a gun? Strangle one…but…I'll have to get one of their guns…Say I lost mine and I need one. He gives it to me. I shoot him. Then I splatter Remus' brains all over the wall.
Sirius tried not to imagine Remus' brilliant eyes in his mind. His perfectly proportioned face, and his glorious golden locks. He'd definitely over stepped professional boundaries here. His ears suddenly twitched and he tuned out all noise. The water had gone off upstairs. Remus was done with his show. Sirius quickly slipped back to the red couch and flicked on the TV. He assumed a nonchalant posture with the cigarette hanging from his lips.
Remus padded softly down the stairs, fully dressed in loose light blue jeans and an amber t-shirt that matched his eyes. He was barefoot and Sirius loved the sound of his feet on the carpet. He heard Remus sniff the smoke.
"Mind if I smoke?" Sirius asked. His tone stated that even if Remus did mind, Sirius wouldn't put his cigarette out.
"No, it's not like I can get lung caner or anything," Remus said, voice dripping with bitterness and sarcasm.
"Werewolves don't get lung cancer?" Sirius asked, he raised his eyebrows elegantly and glanced over at the blonde. He liked the person Remus a lot… The wolf Remus was disgusted, intrigued, and hurt Sirius. He had to kill the wolf Remus. He'd killed lots of wolves before. He didn't like wolves at all. They all too often were filthy, mangy curs. Sirius preferred vampires because they were usually smarter and they usually managed to be sarcastic, bitter and macabre. All things Sirius liked in people. He looked back at Remus, his slender body, his brilliant eyes, and his noble hair. He almost screamed expertly bred. Remus would've been an amazing vampire.
"Even if I did get cancer or something…It's not like it would kill me." Remus sat down and looked at his hands.
"I thought werewolves were just like normal people, 'cept they go furry during full moons."
"Hell if I know. All I know is that I turn into a wolf in the full moon. My dad won't let me near another werewolf… I'm beginning to wonder if I'll ever even leave this hotel room," Remus laughed harshly. "I'll be a flower in the hotel room."
"Flowers in the Attic," Sirius mused, smiling with affection at Remus. "You've read it?"
"When I was younger. Sadly my own autobiography won't be as interesting as I'm an only sibling," Remus grinned. "No siblings to lock me in the attic with."
Sirius flashed him a predators smile he scooted closer to Remus and purred in his ear, "You know, I wouldn't mind being locked in an attic with you."
"Haha," Remus growled dryly. He shoved Sirius away with a tiny smile. He was content to watch TV for a few minutes before he looked back at Sirius. "Why do you do that?"
"Do what?"
"All the," Remus waved his hands though the air, flustered. Sirius smiled. "Sexual innuendo. Why do you do it?"
"You say it as if nobod has ever talked to you like that before," Sirius commented.
Remus looked down at the couch, his blonde hair falling over half his face. The other half was covered in shadow. "Should anybody?" he didn't physically move, but he metaphysically curled into himself.
Sirius reached out a hand to gently turn the werewolves' face towards his before he faltered. Splatter his brains all over the wall…He thought suddenly. He brushed off the thought, he'd deal with it when the time came. "Hey, I only use my sexy voice on you because somebody needs to."
"You shouldn't, I don't need any pity," Remus muttered darkly, jerking his face from Sirius' hand.
Sirius mouth twitched in agriviation. He knew this was bad. He was way too close to his 'client' for comfort. But fuck it, he couldn't ignore Remus' pain. He couldn't ignore the tightening in his chest when he saw Remus and he couldn't ignore the way those dazzling eyes mesmerized him every time. He was too stubborn to ever deal with rejection. "I'm not giving you pity," he scooted closer to Remus and insinuated himself so he was almost straddling Remus' leg. Sirius reached out and held up Remus' chin with his index finger, forcing the lovely face into the light. "I say those things to you because you have the most fucking beautiful eyes I've ever seen."
Remus was that wonderful shade of pink. His eyes, if possible, were even brighter and more brilliant then normal. It was almost as if there were gold fireworks in his eyes and beautiful copper explosions tearing up the amber base at every moment. "I think we've bypassed the entire professional relationship thing," Remus finally muttered.
"Not yet wolf-boy, but if you feel like bypassing it, call me," Sirius whispered huskily before slipping off the couch and sauntering away to the computer. He wasn't going to steal kisses from Remus Lupin. He was going to make Remus take kisses from him. He sat down on the computer as if he hadn't just molested his client and surfed the internet.
The day passed uneventfully after that. James woke up and found both Sirius and Remus alive, which was good enough for him. He spent the day on the red couch while Remus was upstairs on his bed, watching TV. Sirius stayed on the computer. In fact problems didn't arise until James called down to the lobby and discovered all the cots were in use.
"That's impossible!" James snapped on the phone. There was a pause. "You only have four? What kind of hotel are you?... Top of the line? Top of the line my ass… Excuse me, are you insinuating something!... Oh now you're accusing me of being rude!... Look, bitch, do you even have spare mattresses?... No, you don't have spare mattresses, but you do have pillows?... Well fuck you! Good day sir!" James promptly slammed the receiver into its cradle and simmered. "What're you looking at!" he growled at Sirus and Remus. The two were sitting on the red couch, watching James like one would watch a car crash; not brave enough to do anything, but willing to come to the rescue afterwards.
"The shiny," Sirius said quickly. The windows did in fact shine in the dusk light.
Remus quickly nodded in agreement, "The shiny."
James glared at them and then yanked up the receiver and dialed room service. "Is this room service?" he snarled evilly. He had the glint in his eyes that said 'I'm going to make your life a living hell.' "I'd like a twelve pound lobster, salmon, tuna, and a herring!.. Oh, you don't have any seafood? Well I'm a five star member! I get whatever food want, so hop off of your ass and get me my damn fish!... I don't care how you make it as long as it tastes good! And I want fries and three pizzas--one cheese, one veggie, and one with steak! You'd better write this down, cause I'm not repeating myself!"
"Is he always this…vengeful?" Remus whispered to Sirius, eyes fixed on James' furious pacing. "It's just a cot."
"No, usually he'll order shark fin soup."
"And I want a shark fin soup!"
Sirius clicked his tongue, "There is it. He'll order monkey brains next."
"What? You refuse to cook monkey brains? I'll have you know it's a delicacy in China where I come from! I'm insulted! You racist!" James bellowed.
"He'll be at it for fifteen minutes," Sirius sighed. He leaned back on the couch and flicked on the TV, he smiling contentedly. He didn't even notice James' railing. Remus sat there, eyes flickering back and forth between his two bodyguards.
"It's going to be a long night," Remus sighed.
"Mm," Sirius agreed, "Wait till he gets to the salted horsemeat sandwiches."
Remus turned green.
"Salted horsemeat is a delicacy where I come from in the Netherlands!... Excuse me? I am not lying! My father was Chinese and my mother was from the Netherlands! Do you have something against mutts, huh? Huh? Huh!" James screamed.
"Oh," Sirius laughed. "You haven't seen anything 'till he gets to the bull penis!"
"Excuse me," Remus murmured weakly before slowly walking upstairs a very traumatized little werewolf. He was not going to eat a bull's penis… No way in hell.