Chapter seven: The House of Jewels where Jealousy is Passion
AN: ...I suppose this one could count as sexually insinuating? But than again, aren't they all?
"Remus, you can't stop me," Sirius said resolutely, "I'm coming with you and that's it!"
He heard Remus grunt in frustration—the dissatisfied brunette's head popping back out from under the bed—because of Sirius' comment or the fact that he couldn't find his other red shoe, Sirius couldn't be sure.
"You can't," Remus retorted, hurrying back to his dresser, where he pulled open the drawers in search of the shoe, "you know I have to work and I don't want you to see..."
"Remmi," Sirius cooed softly, wrapping his arm around the boy's slim waist and pulling him into his body, "I was there when a guy decided fucking you would be nice," he purred the words against his friend's pale neck and could feel him shiver, "I wanna be there with you. Let me protect you."
When he looked sideways to see the boy's face, Remus' eyes had slipped shut and his lips had parted. He grinned inwardly, felt Remus relax in his arms, and tightened his hold. He wouldn't very much mind if they stayed like that forever—if only to make sure no one else but him could hold the brunette like this. As wrong as it was, he still enjoyed holding the vulnerable frame close, knowing that he was the only one Remus trusted—and even though Sirius would never wish his friend any harm, he embraced every moment of weakness, because it were times when he could have Remus like this—close and unmasked. Sirius felt Remus sigh delicately, tugging at his skirt with on hand, setting the other on Sirius' half-exposed stomach.
"Sirius..." he muttered, giving a lopsided grin, eyes closed in bliss.
"Mhm?" Sirius flattered his head against the brunette's shoulder in a very Padfootish way.
Remus chuckled as the raven hair brushed his exposed shoulder, and opened his eyes to meet the silver ones—Remus' shinning in mirth.
"Help me find my shoe," he said as if it was a big secret, a teasing smile sounding through the words.
Sirius laughed too, but didn't release the brunette.
"You're going to have to let me go," Remus smiled, but he sounded hesitant, as if he really didn't want him to, "you know that."
"Doesn't mean I have to like it," Sirius smirked, and unwrapped his arm from around the brunette's slim hips, "I'll protect you."
"I can't let you come down with me Sirius," Remus sighed and lowered his head in shame, "I don't want you to see me while I work."
"I want to be there for you, I don't care what you say," he nuzzled Remus' neck, trying to coax him into agreeing, "I will not leave you."
His friend gave him a piercing look, weighing his chances. When he saw the dark swirl in Sirius' eyes, he realised that he didn't have a choice, really, as Sirius would follow him no matter what he told him, and gave a small smile, nodding in acquiescence.
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This had not been a good idea. Sirius knew it had not been a good idea when he found himself staring at the old man's hands on Remus' ass, unable to even look away to order another drink. He was bloody pissed off, and he had known he would be. He had expected it, even from before he had managed to persuade Remus—he was a jealous bastard, and of course he would be pissed off, watching hands touch what was rightfully his.
And of course, he had started drinking whiskey, because that is what everyone does when they are angry—which does not necessarily mean it ever actually helps cool you down.
When you are doing everything in your might, not to beat the sense out of the man touching your Moony, whiskey is not a good idea. What was even worse was the fact that Sirius could do nothing about this situation. He had been strictly warned by Remus not to do anything. If his aunt found out that Sirius had been there more than once, every single time for Remus, without giving him tips or paying to sleep with him, Remus would be in big trouble. And it made Sirius feel so out of control—knowing that the only thing he could do was stand there and watch, watch those filthy hands flit across frilly fabric and disappear underneath—it only made him angrier.
So Sirius had to sit back and watch people grope his best friend. And he did not like it at all—so he ordered another whiskey, intensely staring at Remus as he was passed between the customers, the amount of money between his lacy stockings growing as the night wore on. Remus would dance with a man, before another took him, moving his hips by force, practically dry-humping. What was worse of all, was that Remus was wearing his Ruby face. A fake, wanton look of love and lust, all the while his eyes were trying to lock onto Sirius', his mouth opened in feigned pleasure, sometimes an artificial moan passing his lips, drowned out by hard music.
Sirius despised the Ruby face. And not because it wasn't sexy—because he knew that face alone could drive him over the edge—but because it wasn't Remus and Remus was all he wanted. He hated it, but another part of him loved it, knowing that his Remus was not shared with these men. At least his Remus was a sight they would never see—his Remus was still his, even though his body was in another's hands—and that knowledge, messed up as it may be, managed to make him feel slightly more okay with the whole situation.
When someone had the decency to slide a hand between Remus' thighs—just as the brunette was coming over to Sirius, in order to have a drink—he completely freaked out.
Before he could stop himself, he was moving between the sweating bodies, onto the dancefloor. He grabbed Remus' hand, and pulled him out of the other man's arm—giving him a glare—into his own.
When Remus turned his head slightly, and noticed Sirius was the one that had taken him, he bit his lip.
"Siri, what—"
"We're just dancing," Sirius whispered into his ear—ignoring how he shouldn't be and focusing only on the want pumping through his veins—not managing to control the urge, he nipped the lobe softly, murmuring: "you should probably pretend to like it."
"You mean..." the boy took Sirius' arms teasingly, slowly sliding them down his body, and then wrapping them around his own hips, pushing back against Sirius' muscled body—more for comfort than actual show, because Sirius was where he felt safe, "like this?"
He kissed the raven's neck and swayed their hips together in time with the music. Their eyes locked, Remus' shining with joy, Sirius' darkened with lust. It was not a very special thing Sirius saw, but it was the first time since they arrived at the dancing area, that he had seen Remus smile that heartedly, a broad grin on his face. And even in Sirius' drunk-infused mind, the phrase drop-dead-gorgeous registered.
"Yeah, that's good," Sirius flattered his head against the brunette's neck, giving it a peck.
He was absolutely positive that dancing had never been this nice before. Remus was close to him at all times, and their hips moving together was just perfect. The idea of ever letting go again didn't even occur to him, and he kept the lithe body enclosed in his arms, dancing to the beat. It was so fucking amazing, being in this position—it was all he ever wanted—and he never wanted it to stop.
The problem with dancing with a whore-house's main attraction was that everyone wanted to feel that way, forever.
They were halfway through their second song when a young blonde decided that Sirius had had enough quality time with the beautiful brunette, and tugged at Remus' hand.
Remus was fully prepared to let the blonde cut in, knowing that denying him would be fishy, but Sirius protested, pushing the blonde against his chest with a glare.
"Siri," Remus hissed, giving him a stern look—Sirius stared back defiantly, daring him to tell him 'no'—and smiled apologetically at the blonde as he pulled his best friend away from the group, "we need to talk."
And just like that, the spell was broken. Sirius was harshly reminded of the fact that Remus did not belong to him, here, in this place. Here, he belonged to everyone and no one, all at once. Here he was not his, could never be his. The knowledge made him want to hit something, really hard—but knowing how angry his friend was, he managed to resist the urge—instead he let Remus drag him into the hallway, passing the woman by the front desk.
"Ruby, who is—" before she could finish her sentence, making notes in her book, he pushed passed the row of people waiting to be seated.
"A favour," he snapped, ignoring her and taking Sirius up the stairs.
"What is that?" Sirius asked, taking in the view as they entered the hallway leading to Remus' room—the brunette's skirt swayed with every step he took, revealing small portions of his lace panties—trying to forget the fact that his friend was obviously upset with him.
"It're guys my aunt makes me do for free," Remus answered curtly, giving a polite smile when they passed two other boys in skirts.
"Ah," he nodded in understanding, briefly glancing around the hallway—they had just passed an archway, and every now and then they passed a door with a name on it, golden handles and decorated frames, "so—"
"Shush," Remus glared and pushed the door to his own room open, "get in."
Sirius did as he was told—Remus' room still looked the same, clothes scattered around, high heels everywhere—and heard his friend lock the door behind him. Remus stayed calm for a minute, his glance directed on his best friend as said boy sat down on the bed, trying to act innocent, as if he hadn't just been a possessive bastard in front of Remus' clientele.
"Sirius, that was..." Remus inhaled sharply, crossing his arms in front of his chest—the longer he took to speak, the less angry he seemed to get, his eyes already softening up, "do you know how much trouble you could get me in?"
"I didn't want to let go," Sirius shrugged as if it was nothing, a mere triviality.
"I..." the words had a soothing effect on the fuming brunette—saying so many things, all he had ever wanted from Sirius said with those simple words—Remus approached him with only a small frown left, his anger disappeared like snow in the sun, "I... I didn't want you to."
It was the smallest whisper, but it made something stir inside Sirius that made the raven realise that butterflies were definitely overrated, because this, this was so much better. He almost groaned out loud, but settled on taking Remus' hand, pulling the slim frame between his legs, into his lap.
"I'm sorry Remy," he whispered, smiling when Remus leaned into him on instinct, amber eyes staring up at him, "I didn't mean to cause you trouble—I wanted you, safe in my arms."
"I know that Sirius," Remus sounded so compassionate, Sirius knew than that he had won him, all over again, "but I can't risk my aunt noticing—she would sent you away, or have someone hurt you. I don't want that. I need you, so you can continue keeping me safe."
"I promise you, I will," he kissed the top of the brown mop of hair, luring Remus back into his heart with sweet touches and sugar-coated words.
When Sirius had properly apologised to his friend, and they had made up, hugging close to each other in that way that made Sirius' heart flutter, Remus was forced to leave again, this time, leaving Sirius in his room. He made the raven promise to wait for him, and although Sirius watched his Moony leave with a faint aching in his heart, he knew he would have to be patient before he could make the boy his, and his alone.
AN: alright, I know I owe you guys an explanation as to why this took me so damn long to update. My HD crashed and I just hadn't the guts to rewrite this all over again – I'd finished chapter seven, eight AND nine – because I liked the original a lot. I am very sorry, but I will continue this story – I've fallen in love all over again, and though Seven was short and a bitch to write, Eight made me fall hard and fast, and I dare say it came out better than the original eight. I still love the concept of this story, I am in no way giving up on it, and chapter nine is already well on its way
BEWARE! : since my HD is dead, I've been trying hard to rewrite everything I'd written so far : if you want me to work at this story, review to let me know, because I'm focussing on the stories that are most popular so to speak.
Also, a WARNING: the next chapter is M-rated. This is a warning ahead!