Fireworks

by Nekare

As 1978 begins with a shower of sparks and a kiss that shouldn't have happened, Remus has to cope with both a family loss and the loss of inocence as a war nears, all the same time as he tries to figure out just where is his relationship with Sirius going

1. Drowning in Light

This story was written for the first half of January in an LJ community, blanketforts. Sadly, this is unbeta-ed, but I do hope that won't stop you from liking it. Reviews are the nicest things in the world!

Drowning in Light

By: Nekare

The fireworks leave colorful imprints behind Remus' eyelids, bright colors on starless night with everything moving in and out of focus, a red Chinese-looking dragon made of sparks and magic dancing in the sky as the alcohol in his blood makes the floor shake. Remus laughs with abandon, worries drowned in the now-empty bottle rolling in the ground; a new year, a new chance, a new everything just seconds away.

Sirius is dancing with him, close and too warm and everything Remus hasn't allowed himself to dream about for months now, not since Sirius' betrayal. Tonight though, he doesn't care, and he brings Sirius closer, a hand on his half-knotted tie and eyes ablaze. Sirius kisses him, slow and hot, and something in the back of Remus' minds tells him Sirius has never kissed him before and that this is strange; but he ignores it, the way he's ignoring James and Peter's shocked looks their way, the way he ignores the fact that they're dancing just in the edge of Hogwart's smallest tower.

He hasn't touched Sirius since the night Snape could have died; so he basks in the feeling of skin against skin, mouth against mouth, and when Sirius laughs and tickles him, he laughs too. He can almost feel the headache hiding around the corner, waiting for a distraction to pound; but Sirius hands slip under the collar of his shirt and he stops thinking, stops fearing, stops lying to himself that he doesn't want anything to do with Sirius anymore.

The same annoying voice tells him he'll regret it tomorrow, but for once, Remus does what he feels like doing, as he's showered with sparks of every color possible with the taste of Sirius still in his mouth. He smiles to the New Year, as the zero on his lips is swallowed by Sirius', and he can almost see it smiling back.

(Sirius breathes a sorry into his ear, and Remus' knees buckle.)