Love is the answer, but while you are waiting for the answer, sex raises some pretty good questions. ~ Woody Allen

"I don't see why you're so worried. We were pissed drunk last night, there's no way it's valid." The dark-haired man grumbled from the driver's seat, looking tousled and still tired, stubble colouring his jawline. "And I mean, 'less I was more drunk than I remember, there's no way you're gonna be pregnant." A glance at him, eyebrow quirked. "Right?"

"Oh shut it and keep driving. It was that little chapel at a cul de sac." Remus huffed, worrying the space on his finger that had had the ring on it over night. He'd woken up Sirius in a panic, and was now regretting not going on his own. He desperately wanted to believe the guy that there was no way but... "We have rings. We have rings, we were drunk, and there's a 24-hour marriage chapel. I have a bad feeling-"

"That we'll get divorced? Oh no, that'll suck." Sirius rolled his eyes in mock-terror, before yelping when the teacher slugged him, scowling at him.

"Are you always this much of a smart-ass?" A huff, before he was pointing across the intersection they'd slowed to a stop at. "That's the place. I remember that much."

It had seemed a lot prettier at night - or at least, in the eyes of a drunkard that was apparently looking to escape into a rushed matrimony. This was definitely something he'd have to keep from his mother if he could. She'd be mortified if she learned he'd ran out and gotten hitched to a complete stranger.

"As a matter of fact, I am when a good one night stand turns into a bother." Even wrinkling his nose, somehow Sirius appeared attractive, and Remus looked away with another frown while Sirius parked. "Well, c'mon, let's go see so I can bloody well prove to you that this is just a fake and we can part ways, got it?"

Remus nodded in agreement, climbing out of the 'Vette - Sirius drove a motorcycle, which Remus chalked up to being unsurprising, and Remus allowed Sirius to drive his precious Corvette rather than risking crash it himself in his stress combined with a hangover. The lights were swimming as it was.

Time seemed to be skipping around, like a scratched CD. The paper was suddenly in his hand, registered and signed by both of them, and it felt so much heavier than the weight a piece of paper should've held. He was staring at it, without really seeing it - the manager was talking on and on about how all marriages were legal and valid. He finally gathered himself enough to set the paper on the counter, before Sirius's cocky voice interjected his thoughts.

"So... you can't get preggers, right babe?" Suddenly, apparently, that seemed loads more possible, if they had legally gotten married. Sirius shut up quickly when Remus looked at him with narrowed eyes. "Well, may as well ask." A shrug, raising his hands in his own defense, before he turned his attention to the manager. "So, about voiding this..."

Just then, the phone that was hastily shoved in Remus's pocket went off, loudly blaring Kiss With A Fist. He frowned, then grimaced as he remembered who the ringtone belonged to. Then the brilliant, spiteful idea of just how beneficial this mistake was hit him, and he snapped his head up at the almost-stranger and the man who had apparently legally wed them. "Not just yet. Please, Sirius. I'm... we might be able to make this work, right?" He smiled easily, though he felt bad for leading the man on a little.

The look Sirius gave him with those intense grey eyes was ridiculous, it was so incredulous. "The only time we've really talked was when we were drunk but you want to stay married?" He huffed. "I'm understanding this right?" He was tapping a finger impatiently on the desk between them and the man who probably saw something like this on a weekly basis - though he had an amused smile on his face, because Remus was sure that the marriage actually lasting longer than twenty-four hours out of choice probably wasn't very high on occurrence.

Remus only nodded, smiling at him innocently, having silenced his phone. He could just imagine Fenrir growling in annoyance when it went to voicemail and hanging up before he left a message. Now that he looked at it - their relationship had horrible communication. Greyback hardly ever left him a message, and he never called Greyback when he'd be late coming home, or the like. They didn't talk about the bedroom at all, which left everything quick and Remus more than unsatisfied.

Already, he thought Sirius may have understood him better, and he looked curiously thoughtful, before he offered a lazy smile that left Remus a little weak in the knees and subtly leaning on the counter. There was no doubt in his mind that Sirius was quite the handsome man, and knew how to use his looks to his every advantage. And then came the response that left Remus wondering about a lot of things.

"Sure."

"Seriously? Don't just say that if you aren't going to give this a real shot." Remus pouted and then froze when a self-assured finger was pressed to his lips, a confident smile meeting his eyes.

"Oh, don't you fret about that, babe. I don't like half-assing anything, and I don't think I'm really willing to start now." And suddenly with the rather ravenous, critical look up and down Remus's body, before what normally should've been a comical lick of his lips, Remus's stomach dropped out from where he was perfectly comfortable having it. No, this man was certainly shameless about how he'd act, and if Remus was completely honest with himself (though he couldn't remember the last time he was), then he would perfectly enjoy that - being able to read someone without too much thought would be relaxing.

"I guess I'll take your word about that for now, then, Sirius."

After only exchanging short pleasantries with the man who had married them the previous night, they were out of the chapel and back in the car, Remus finally back in control of the wheel.

"So, we should probably get to know each other, Remus." Hearing his name made Remus blink and shiver a little - he didn't even quite understand why, just that that smile was tempting beyond belief when he glanced at it. This was actually rather liberating, being able to openly enjoy someone other than Fenrir's looks. To allow his own smile to appear in turn as he nodded in agreement.

"Sure, that sounds like a good idea. Where should we start?"

Sirius made a show of thinking, Remus would give him that. He hummed, a deep, rumbling sound as the tawny-haired man pulled out of the parking lot. That same, deep voice made Remus slam on the brakes when the question was asked, but thankfully, he could keep a cool head and avoided any dangerous driving maneuvers.

"So why do you feel like staying married to a complete stranger? There's gotta be a reason." Sirius's eyes were fixed on him, while he made himself quite comfortable in the passenger seat.

There was no comfortable way Remus could possibly conceive admitting that he was doing this to get his ex-boyfriend jealous and making him work to get him back. Not only was it cruel and rather selfish, but it was just begging for either blackmail by this stranger he'd never talked to before, or opened him up to just get rejected and left, after Sirius got his good share of laughter in.

Which left Remus only one other option - think fast and then evade. "Oh, I dunno. Seems kind of exciting, don't you think? An adventure I might not otherwise enjoy, and it's not like if it doesn't work out, we won't be able to get divorced later on, right?" A soft laugh, embarrassed as if he'd just admitted his deepest, darkest secret. "Now, come on, let's get some breakfast. You're hungry, right? I saw a Denny's not too far from here..."

The silence from the passenger seat told Remus that Sirius quite clearly could tell the cop-out response from what should've been truth and that he wasn't pleased - but he didn't push the subject. "Sure, breakfast sounds good, babe," he sighed, instead, slumping in his seat, resembling closer to a child.

Breakfast consisted of pancakes and coffee (cream and sugared up for Remus, completely black for his husband) and they actually were joking and laughing. Butter had been transferred from Sirius's finger to Remus's nose and then lapped up jokingly, and they'd talked about favourite music (with Sirius swearing to get the honey-eyed man into Flogging Molly and Dropkick Murphys, which got Remus wondering if all Celtic punk were so violent) and dream careers.

Sirius was a mechanic, Remus learned, and an unemployed one. Surprisingly enough, he'd been on his slow way to the Surrey area to visit some friends of his, who hopefully would help him find a job there - there was nothing back where he'd lived previously. Honestly, it seemed too good to be true, but Sirius proved it with a picture of him slung over two friends' shoulders - a shorter, bespectacled man with messy , and a stout, dirty-blond man, both of whom looked cheerful and good-humoured - in front of a local Surrey bar Remus had drank at more than once. It felt like one needed to have a humourous attitude in order to have any sort of patience with the dark haired man.

Fenrir wouldn't be able to stand him if the two were in the same room, Remus had a feeling.

Somehow, the realization only hit towards the end of breakfast, and Remus tilted his head. "You know, this has got to be the oddest question, but you looked at the certificate, I didn't... did either of us take on a new last name?" It seemed like a silly thing to ask, but at the same time, it changed all sort of legal documents that were rather important to know about.

"Oh! Yeah, you did. Took on my last name. I think it sounds bloody good, too," Sirius was grinning, and it was contagious. Remus found himself smiling along with it, even though he still had questions and concerns.

"Okay then, scratch that being the weirdest question. I have a better one." He waved his fork with a laugh, clearing his throat. Honestly, he wanted to shake his head. This, right here, was enough to tell him, with screaming alarms and bright lights, that this was some sort of bad idea that he'd regret in the long run. "What's my last name, then?"


Author's Note: Well, hopefully everyone likes this chapter as much as the first one. I'm so pleased with the success chapter 1 met, thank you to all the readers who favourited, put an alert on this story and/or reviewed! The attention means the world to me.

I just finished typing up Chapter 3, but my friend, and lovely beta Cocobunny79 suggested a weekly update would be the best. She's written her own story for these lovely pups, called 'Look at Us', and if you haven't read it yet, I highly recommend it!

See you all next Friday. As always, please review~.