Title: Our Love Now (2/?)
Author Name: Trinity Black
Rating: R
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Summary: Change can hurt so much sometimes that it is hardly worth it. Are old habits really any worse than they used to be?
A/N: I can't write summaries.
Feedback: Greatly appreciated in any form :) Thank you all for the feedback for the last chapter it made me post this faster keep it up. Trinity x
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When Remus discovered him half an hour later Sirius was still curled up helplessly. Attempts to attract Sirius' attention failed miserably. Remus waved his hand in front of the man's face one last time. Nothing happened so Remus pulled Sirius to his feet himself. Sirius still gave no response, he allowed himself to be dragged back into Remus' flat with slow sluggish movements. To Remus it appeared as though Sirius was in a kind of trance or a waking sleep. If he was right it would surely be possible to wake him up, which in the long run was probably better than calling for medical help considering Sirius' fugitive state. If Sirius didn't return to a more normal state, well Madam Pomfrey may be getting a late afternoon call, which was something Remus hoped wouldn't have to happen. The main reason for this was the possibility he would have to explain what had transpired between them before Sirius slipped into this state. Taking another look at Sirius, Remus began to wonder if this was something his friend was doing to hit back at Remus for his words from before. If it was then Sirius knew exactly how to get his friend to worry, and in a way hurt more than the cold words from before, especially since he was blaming the whole thing on himself. Remus had long known that Sirius was one of the most stubborn people alive but even so he thought there was something other than Sirius' stubbornness causing him to be so unresponsive.
Remus helped Sirius to sit on his settee. He looked into the eyes of the dark haired man. They were dull and lacked the familiar spark that had been present in not only his youth but in their conversion of a while ago.
"You stay there. I'm going to get you a glass of cold water or something. Is there anything in particular you want?" Remus asked tenderly. His hand was resting on Sirius shoulder in an unnoticed attempt at comfort.
With a look over his shoulder to the practically comatose man occupying the two-seater settee, Remus entered his kitchen. As quickly as he could Remus poured a glass of cold water from the jug he kept in the fridge. He took the glass to the living room and offered it to the other man. As expected Sirius didn't respond or even appear to notice. If he had noticed he didn't show it.
"Fine be that way," Remus complained. He looked at Sirius with another worried glance. His skin had lost almost its entire colour and was a grey colour which would easily be associated with the ill. Remus pressed his palm to Sirius' forehead to check for a fever and sighed a sigh of relief when there was none.
Remus then attempted to make Sirius drink himself. He lifted the glass up to Sirius lips and tilted it slightly, a little ran down Sirius chin but he didn't take any into his mouth.
God, Siri will you just wake up?" Remus' plea was ignored. A simple look at his friend, and ex-lover, was enough to make Remus panic. He was almost certain there was something wrong with Sirius but he was sure that he shouldn't call someone else in to deal with him. Remus was also becoming increasingly worried that his harsh words from before were responsible for Sirius' condition. Remus began to pace up and down on the lacquered floor of his flat. He was becoming increasingly angry, without explanation, with each step. It was this anger which dictated his next move, anger and memories of waking up a fourteen year old Sirius. He picked up the glass of water and splashed it in his face.
Unlike Remus' other ideas about rousing his friend this at least caused a reaction. The numb look on Sirius' face was replaced by one of shock. Remus' anxious look was replaced momentarily with one of relief.
"Wha... What's happening? Re, is that you?" Sirius mumbled. Remus became even more relieved at hearing Sirius' voice, it was a sure sign things weren't as bad as he had begun to imagine. Sirius' face was still adorably puzzled; nevertheless it was once again animate. As soon as he had thought it Remus mentally chastised himself for thinking that way about his friend.
"It's OK. I'll just go get a towel or something, for... well, yeah. Sorry about that." Remus said looking at the dripping man on the settee.
A couple of minutes later Remus handed the promised towel to Sirius. Their hands met under the folds of cloth and Remus was sure the small touch lasted too long. The tension was building up again. Sexual tension, as thick as it ever had been when they were lovers.
Sirius took the towel and began to dry his face, his movements were not as graceful as Remus remembered they could be. His nimble hands, always his hands, they seemed useless appendages. Remus ran his own hand through his hair; it had become something of a habit of late. Still the soothing quality it usually held wasn't present. It was all Sirius' fault. His wonderful fingers had always felt better running through Remus' hair than Remus' own. 'They felt better doing other things as well,' Remus thought. He tried not to dwell on this thought, or acknowledge the many memories plaguing his mind, the heat in his groin was already rising and Sirius could not be allowed to see the effect of his presence. Especially not after what happened before. He would have to deal with the problem later though as Sirius' condition was much more of a cause for concern.
Quite suddenly Remus found himself looking Sirius Black almost square in the eye. This was only almost because Sirius was a couple of inches taller.
"You OK?" Remus asked and immediately he felt like an idiot.
If Sirius though Remus an idiot he didn't show it. Instead he nodded and said, "I think so actually, but I could do with a quick nap or something."
Remus knew this was Sirius' way of saying he was staying and he was going to get much better. "Come on, you can have my bed for now. You're not that well so don't complain." Remus said.
"I'm just tired, that's all. Really tired, and in more ways than one." Sirius countered but he followed Remus anyway.
As Remus walked toward his bedroom he could feel Sirius watching him. He could also feel the discomfort caused by his growing erection. Remus tried his hardest to ignore both but couldn't ignore either very well.
"Remus entered his bedroom first, Sirius seemed to follow nervously."I can shut those if you want," Remus said, "The curtains I mean."
Sirius looked out of the window, then to Remus. He said, "If you would. I mean the view's gorgeous but there's too much light."
"I know what you mean," Remus replied. He drew the curtains effectively blocking the view of the surrounding Moors and the offending sunlight. Remus was glad of this as it made everything much less noticeable. Obviously not to Sirius, Remus thought as he noticed the other's stare aimed directly at his groin.
"You can stay if you want, "Sirius said with something of a grin. He patted the bed beside him to punctuate his point.
"No, I can't Siri and you know it," Remus replied hoping Sirius would let it rest.
Remus should have realised long ago that Sirius let nothing rest. He untangled himself from the covers and moved to stand in front of Remus. "I don't know why you can't but I know you want to." Sirius proved this point with a quick, gentle squeeze of Remus balls.
"No," Remus snapped, "I don't want to."
"No? Just about everything else says otherwise. I suppose you'd rather give yourself a hand job to deal with that, eh?" Sirius said in a half-mean, half-playful tone, which Remus found strangely erotic.
"I'm going to forget you ever said that by morning and that this ever happened, but only because you're ill." Remus said quietly.
"I still know what I want," Sirius said. At this point Remus felt himself be grabbed by two surprisingly strong hands. He feared that he was going to be thrown on to the bed but instead he felt, for the first time in fourteen years, Sirius' moistened lips meet with his own. Remus' lips parted with the shock and Sirius' tongue wasted no time finding its way into Remus' mouth. The kiss was rough, but it was passionate. Remus gave as good as he got but he wasn't sure Sirius was feeling anything close to the ecstasy creeping through his body. Electricity surged with every touch from the men's groping hands. Sirius went to pull Remus towards the bed. Their mouths still hadn't separated. Remus felt Sirius tug towards the bed. With his superior strength Remus stopped the tugging and the kiss in one push. Sirius was left half sitting, half lying on the bed with his long hair all over the place. He too had a noticeable erection, which Remus promptly pretended never to have seen. Both men were panting for breath.
A small time passed before Sirius laughed. In between pants for breath he said, "I told you I knew what I wanted. I just wish the same could be said for you."
"Fuck you, Black," Remus said as he left the room out of sheer anger.
Through the door he heard Sirius say loudly, "I think that was the idea Remus and I certainly wouldn't say no." Remus shook his head and stood there. He stood outside the door for around ten minutes; just to make sure Sirius didn't try anything. To make sure that he was asleep.
When snoring from within could be heard satisfying his curiosity, Remus retreated to the bathroom for a cold shower