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Title: A Different Type of Wound
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Summary: Part 36 of the Smitten series; Remus wonders if this is all real; Sirius cheers him up as best as he can.
Warnings: Hurt/comfort (grieving), language play
Need to catch up? Need to catch up? http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2817005/1/ Then refer back to LJ for the pr0n. ^_~
Please DL and listen to: Chapter 36: A Different Type of Wound Third Eye Blind: Wounded
Chapter 1: My First Valentine: Postal Service: Angel Pumping Gas
Chapter 2: The Potions Essay: Plain White T's: Come on Over
Chapter 3: Toast and Honey: Frank Sinatra: I've Got You Under My Skin
Chapter 4: The First Kiss: Goo Goo Dolls: Iris
Chapter 5: Ira Dulcis: Jewel: Standing Still
Chapter 6: Loss of Face: Rammstein: Otherworld
Chapter 7: The Hospital Wing: Collide: Howie day
Chapter 8: Shy: Muse: Bliss
Chapter 9: The Letter: Muse: Butterflies and Hurricanes
Chapter 10: Tutoring Snape: Default: Wasting My Time
Chapter 11: That Day After: Yellowcard: Cigarette
Chapter 12: Exposed: Finch: Stay With Me
Chapter 13: Just Because All-American Rejects: Dance Inside
Chapter 14: Feeling Threatened: Muse: Apocalypse Now
Chapter 15: Meeting Remus's Parents: Third Eye Blind: Semi-Charmed Life
Chapter 16: The Home He Never Had: All-American Rejects: Dirty Little Secret
Chapter 17: The Shedding of Clothes: Massive Attack: Inertia Creeps
Chapter 18: The Awkward Talk: Third Eye Blind: Never Let You Go
Chapter 19: The Secret: Frank Sinatra: Fly Me to the Moon
Chapter 20: The Unexpected Reward: Alanis Morissette: All I Really Want
Chapter 21: Decline: Yellowcard: Only One
Chapter 22: Quiet: Third Eye Blind: Motorcycle Drive-By
Chapter 23: Unfortunate Discovery: Life of a Salesman: Yellowcard
Chapter 24: The End of an Era: Jewel: You Were Meant for Me
Chapter 25: Retreat: Plain White T's: Hey There Delilah
Chapter 26: The Morning of September First: Oasis: Wonderwall
Chapter 27: The First Success: SpillCanvas: This is For Keeps
Chapter 28: The Question of Christmas Olivia Olson: All I Want For Christmas Is You
Chapter 29: All To Themselves: Third Eye Blind: Blinded
Chapter 30: The Resident Fuck-up: Jimmy Eat World: 23
Chapter 31: Unfulfilled Plain White T's: The Lonely September
Chapter 32: Putting It All Behind Us Silverchair: After All These Years
Chapter 33: Motorcycle Romance The Postal Service: Such Great Heights
Chapter 34: When It Really Hit Him Jewel: Foolish Games
Chapter 35: That’s When We’ll Explode Muse: Unintended
When Remus Lupin woke up the morning after his parents’ death, he did not open his eyes for fear of it all being real. Burying his face deeper into the pillow, he swallowed hard and willed that his parents were alive again, willed them back into existence. Perhaps it had all been a dream, a stupid hoax, or maybe the newspapers were playing a nasty joke. He whimpered very lightly into the pillowcase.
Sirius had been awake for quite a while, lying on his side and watching Remus in sleep. When he obviously woke up and tried to hide from the world, Sirius’s hand slid onto his hip, and he rubbed his palm just under the hem of his shirt, smiling as Remus rolled onto his back very slowly and opened his eyes, staring for a moment at Sirius before the slightest smile lit up his entire face.
“Sirius,” Remus whispered, having quite forgotten that he and Sirius were back together again. It made his heart flutter when Sirius’s hand moved up to thread through his hair, fingernails scraping gently against his scalp. “Good morning…” Remus’s hazel eyes slipped closed as Sirius leaned in to kiss his forehead, and he wrapped his arms up and around the other’s neck comfortably.
“’Morning,” Sirius said in a half-laugh, and he let his hands traverse to Remus’s shoulders, holding them very lightly and touching the very tips of their noses. “I assume you are hungry? Recent circumstances are no excuse for your malnourishment…” His voice dropped as he spoke that last sentence, but Remus did not burst into tears as he had anticipated. Instead, Remus gave a light nod of agreement, and Sirius smiled before sliding out of the bed and standing, pulling Remus into a sitting position and then to his feet.
Remus laughed very quietly as Sirius tugged him a little too hard and brought him into his chest, the heels of his lightly scarred hands resting on Sirius’s collarbone and his stomach pressing flush to him. It felt so new, being with Sirius again. They were older, less rash, and when Sirius had gone to bed with him the night before without even suggesting they do anything sexual in the lightest (he had refused even a good night snog), Remus knew that he had made the right decision in asking Sirius to be with him again.
Sirius smiled as Remus pressed against him in this manner, and he wrapped his arms securely around his middle. “Je t’aime,” whispered Sirius as he looked down into Remus’s eyes, and laughter bubbled from his lips as Remus made a face.
“Don’t pretend you speak French,” Remus snorted, forgetting in this moment that anything else in the world was wrong. “Besides, French is so completely overdone, Sirius Black. It mean so much more if you spoke something like-”
“Te amo, care,” Sirius interrupted, and Remus shivered and melted at the sound of Latin. Spells were spoken in Latin, sure, but did not have the same effect as when the words were purred into his ear. “Te amabam ab initio…” His tongue was light and spoke the words as though they had been said a million times, and Remus wondered for a split second where Sirius had acquired any semblance of Latin, much less correct Latin, over the past few years before he leaned up and caught his lips in a questioning kiss.
Sirius tilted his head to the side just enough so his lips trapped Remus’s lower one, and he worshipped it with his teeth. Remus’s breath rushed out of him and he squeezed his eyes closed as though Sirius’s touch was just too much, his hands tightening on Sirius’s shoulders as he felt tears rising to his eyes. When they slipped down his cheeks, Sirius lifted a hand to dry them, his tongue having taken the place of his teeth to worry that pretty bottom lip. “Hush now,” Sirius whispered when the pulled back just a little, and he smiled when Remus blushed and wrapped his arms tightly around his neck. “Come on; I’ll make something for you to eat.”
“Okay,” Remus murmured, and he followed Sirius as he went into the kitchen. While Sirius cooked bacon at the stove, Remus opened the window and ducked his head outside. The rain had stopped in the night and it was sunny again, the sunlight gleaming off the chrome of their motorbike in the street. “I really can’t believe you bought that. It was a terrible investment.”
Sirius crept up behind him and slipped his hands up into his nightshirt, seizing his soft sides and pulling him back into the flat. “You love it,” he insisted, arms wrapping about him as he held him from behind. He heard Remus chuckle and laughed. “See? You think it’s sinful…so sinful you can’t stop looking at it.”
“Fine. I love that fucking motorcycle even though you are fucked in the head for buying it,” Remus snorted, and he closed his eyes with a hum at the smell of bacon. He was ravenous-they had not eaten very much the night before for being so wrapped up in one another. “Thanks for buying it for me.” He spoke this quietly, knowing what the bike was really for.
Sirius smiled into Remus’s hair and kissed his ear, eyes closed as he rocked back and forth with him. “I may have bought it to whisk you off your feet on, but that doesn’t mean you can drive it,” he claimed matter-of-factly, and Remus turned into him with a small grin. “Fine. You could drive it if you wanted.”
“I don’t want to.” Remus pushed Sirius back over to the stove and sighed as an owl came swooping in the open window. “Hullo,” he said quietly, and he took the letter from the owl’s leg before he touched his forehead in anguish. “Ministry’s going to arrange the funerals for me.” His voice was thick and low, and he heard Sirius sigh. “But I still have to make all the decisions. Sirius, I can’t do this.”
Sirius turned off the bacon and took it from the pan before he went over to Remus and took the letter from his hands, turning him in his arms. “We can do it together, okay?” he asked, and Remus nodded against his shoulder as though he were more exhausted than he had ever been. Sirius suspected that he was. Taking Remus over to their couch, he sat him down and then brought him some bacon and orange juice. “Eat your breakfast first, okay? We can worry about it after breakfast.”
Remus sighed into his bacon and moved to lean quietly on Sirius’s arm. “I have to worry about it now. Should they be buried together? I mean…They were divorced! Mum was a fucking Muggle, Sirius! She didn’t so anything!” His voice raised in pitch with confusion and fury, and he took a hard gulp of his juice. “She couldn’t even FUCKING do MAGIC!”
Sirius’s eyes widened as Remus threw his glass as hard as he could, watching it shatter against the opposite wall, then he moved to kiss Remus’s cheek. “Hey, hey now…” His hands seized the other’s and restrained them, keeping them from throwing anything else. Remus shot him a rather animalistic look. “Shhh…We will do whatever you want to do with them. If you want them together, they should be together.”
“But it’s a lie,” Remus whispered, and he choked a little when Sirius tugged him into his lap. “Apart, but near each other. I want…I want them like that.” His eyes closed and he tucked his head in against Sirius’s shoulder. “Will you write that in for the specifications? I can’t. I just can’t.”
Sirius nodded and summoned the parchment and a ballpoint pen to himself, writing down what Remus asked before he put the parchment and pen on the coffee table. “There. Just relax, okay? Close your eyes…” He could feel Remus choking up again, and he realized just how long it was going to be before his little love was okay again. Sighing, he lay down with him, lying on his back and holding Remus on his chest. “I wish I could fix it,” he whispered, his eyes closed as he pet Remus’s hair.
“Me too.” It was such a small sound. Sirius used his wand to flick the letter back to the owl, which had been waiting patiently. It seemed accustomed to this sort of visit and was picking at an extra piece of bacon when it was given the letter again. Remus did not speak again for a long time that day.
Sirius eventually got up, letting Remus sleep on the couch, and so when Remus woke up again, he blushed to find Sirius kneeling in front of him, a rather large bouquet of deep red roses held in his hand. “Sirius,” he whispered, and he reached out to touch one of the fat blooms, eyes closing as he smelled them. “Lincoln roses? Where’d you go to get them?”
“Doesn’t matter,” Sirius said, and he smiled as Remus sat up and rubbed his eyes. “You were out all day, and I figured you’d want something to cheer you up. And since we never got to go for our ride last night, I figured I’d take you out tonight and fly you up close to the stars.”
Remus’s eyes darkened at those words, and he set the huge roses gingerly on the couch before he reached up and drew Sirius in for a kiss telling of quiet need. “Sounds perfect,” he whispered against the kiss, and Sirius was hauling him up, charming the roses so they flew into a large vase on the table. He quickly changed into warm clothes and grabbed his coat before he grinned at Sirius, ready to forget everything. “To the sky, Monsieur Padfoot…”
Sirius grinned at him and found the keys before he seized Remus and tugged him close. “To the sky, Monsieur Moony.”
And to the sky they went.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Summary: Part 36 of the Smitten series; Remus wonders if this is all real; Sirius cheers him up as best as he can.
Warnings: Hurt/comfort (grieving), language play
Need to catch up? Need to catch up? http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2817005/1/ Then refer back to LJ for the pr0n. ^_~
Please DL and listen to: Chapter 36: A Different Type of Wound Third Eye Blind: Wounded
Chapter 1: My First Valentine: Postal Service: Angel Pumping Gas
Chapter 2: The Potions Essay: Plain White T's: Come on Over
Chapter 3: Toast and Honey: Frank Sinatra: I've Got You Under My Skin
Chapter 4: The First Kiss: Goo Goo Dolls: Iris
Chapter 5: Ira Dulcis: Jewel: Standing Still
Chapter 6: Loss of Face: Rammstein: Otherworld
Chapter 7: The Hospital Wing: Collide: Howie day
Chapter 8: Shy: Muse: Bliss
Chapter 9: The Letter: Muse: Butterflies and Hurricanes
Chapter 10: Tutoring Snape: Default: Wasting My Time
Chapter 11: That Day After: Yellowcard: Cigarette
Chapter 12: Exposed: Finch: Stay With Me
Chapter 13: Just Because All-American Rejects: Dance Inside
Chapter 14: Feeling Threatened: Muse: Apocalypse Now
Chapter 15: Meeting Remus's Parents: Third Eye Blind: Semi-Charmed Life
Chapter 16: The Home He Never Had: All-American Rejects: Dirty Little Secret
Chapter 17: The Shedding of Clothes: Massive Attack: Inertia Creeps
Chapter 18: The Awkward Talk: Third Eye Blind: Never Let You Go
Chapter 19: The Secret: Frank Sinatra: Fly Me to the Moon
Chapter 20: The Unexpected Reward: Alanis Morissette: All I Really Want
Chapter 21: Decline: Yellowcard: Only One
Chapter 22: Quiet: Third Eye Blind: Motorcycle Drive-By
Chapter 23: Unfortunate Discovery: Life of a Salesman: Yellowcard
Chapter 24: The End of an Era: Jewel: You Were Meant for Me
Chapter 25: Retreat: Plain White T's: Hey There Delilah
Chapter 26: The Morning of September First: Oasis: Wonderwall
Chapter 27: The First Success: SpillCanvas: This is For Keeps
Chapter 28: The Question of Christmas Olivia Olson: All I Want For Christmas Is You
Chapter 29: All To Themselves: Third Eye Blind: Blinded
Chapter 30: The Resident Fuck-up: Jimmy Eat World: 23
Chapter 31: Unfulfilled Plain White T's: The Lonely September
Chapter 32: Putting It All Behind Us Silverchair: After All These Years
Chapter 33: Motorcycle Romance The Postal Service: Such Great Heights
Chapter 34: When It Really Hit Him Jewel: Foolish Games
Chapter 35: That’s When We’ll Explode Muse: Unintended
When Remus Lupin woke up the morning after his parents’ death, he did not open his eyes for fear of it all being real. Burying his face deeper into the pillow, he swallowed hard and willed that his parents were alive again, willed them back into existence. Perhaps it had all been a dream, a stupid hoax, or maybe the newspapers were playing a nasty joke. He whimpered very lightly into the pillowcase.
Sirius had been awake for quite a while, lying on his side and watching Remus in sleep. When he obviously woke up and tried to hide from the world, Sirius’s hand slid onto his hip, and he rubbed his palm just under the hem of his shirt, smiling as Remus rolled onto his back very slowly and opened his eyes, staring for a moment at Sirius before the slightest smile lit up his entire face.
“Sirius,” Remus whispered, having quite forgotten that he and Sirius were back together again. It made his heart flutter when Sirius’s hand moved up to thread through his hair, fingernails scraping gently against his scalp. “Good morning…” Remus’s hazel eyes slipped closed as Sirius leaned in to kiss his forehead, and he wrapped his arms up and around the other’s neck comfortably.
“’Morning,” Sirius said in a half-laugh, and he let his hands traverse to Remus’s shoulders, holding them very lightly and touching the very tips of their noses. “I assume you are hungry? Recent circumstances are no excuse for your malnourishment…” His voice dropped as he spoke that last sentence, but Remus did not burst into tears as he had anticipated. Instead, Remus gave a light nod of agreement, and Sirius smiled before sliding out of the bed and standing, pulling Remus into a sitting position and then to his feet.
Remus laughed very quietly as Sirius tugged him a little too hard and brought him into his chest, the heels of his lightly scarred hands resting on Sirius’s collarbone and his stomach pressing flush to him. It felt so new, being with Sirius again. They were older, less rash, and when Sirius had gone to bed with him the night before without even suggesting they do anything sexual in the lightest (he had refused even a good night snog), Remus knew that he had made the right decision in asking Sirius to be with him again.
Sirius smiled as Remus pressed against him in this manner, and he wrapped his arms securely around his middle. “Je t’aime,” whispered Sirius as he looked down into Remus’s eyes, and laughter bubbled from his lips as Remus made a face.
“Don’t pretend you speak French,” Remus snorted, forgetting in this moment that anything else in the world was wrong. “Besides, French is so completely overdone, Sirius Black. It mean so much more if you spoke something like-”
“Te amo, care,” Sirius interrupted, and Remus shivered and melted at the sound of Latin. Spells were spoken in Latin, sure, but did not have the same effect as when the words were purred into his ear. “Te amabam ab initio…” His tongue was light and spoke the words as though they had been said a million times, and Remus wondered for a split second where Sirius had acquired any semblance of Latin, much less correct Latin, over the past few years before he leaned up and caught his lips in a questioning kiss.
Sirius tilted his head to the side just enough so his lips trapped Remus’s lower one, and he worshipped it with his teeth. Remus’s breath rushed out of him and he squeezed his eyes closed as though Sirius’s touch was just too much, his hands tightening on Sirius’s shoulders as he felt tears rising to his eyes. When they slipped down his cheeks, Sirius lifted a hand to dry them, his tongue having taken the place of his teeth to worry that pretty bottom lip. “Hush now,” Sirius whispered when the pulled back just a little, and he smiled when Remus blushed and wrapped his arms tightly around his neck. “Come on; I’ll make something for you to eat.”
“Okay,” Remus murmured, and he followed Sirius as he went into the kitchen. While Sirius cooked bacon at the stove, Remus opened the window and ducked his head outside. The rain had stopped in the night and it was sunny again, the sunlight gleaming off the chrome of their motorbike in the street. “I really can’t believe you bought that. It was a terrible investment.”
Sirius crept up behind him and slipped his hands up into his nightshirt, seizing his soft sides and pulling him back into the flat. “You love it,” he insisted, arms wrapping about him as he held him from behind. He heard Remus chuckle and laughed. “See? You think it’s sinful…so sinful you can’t stop looking at it.”
“Fine. I love that fucking motorcycle even though you are fucked in the head for buying it,” Remus snorted, and he closed his eyes with a hum at the smell of bacon. He was ravenous-they had not eaten very much the night before for being so wrapped up in one another. “Thanks for buying it for me.” He spoke this quietly, knowing what the bike was really for.
Sirius smiled into Remus’s hair and kissed his ear, eyes closed as he rocked back and forth with him. “I may have bought it to whisk you off your feet on, but that doesn’t mean you can drive it,” he claimed matter-of-factly, and Remus turned into him with a small grin. “Fine. You could drive it if you wanted.”
“I don’t want to.” Remus pushed Sirius back over to the stove and sighed as an owl came swooping in the open window. “Hullo,” he said quietly, and he took the letter from the owl’s leg before he touched his forehead in anguish. “Ministry’s going to arrange the funerals for me.” His voice was thick and low, and he heard Sirius sigh. “But I still have to make all the decisions. Sirius, I can’t do this.”
Sirius turned off the bacon and took it from the pan before he went over to Remus and took the letter from his hands, turning him in his arms. “We can do it together, okay?” he asked, and Remus nodded against his shoulder as though he were more exhausted than he had ever been. Sirius suspected that he was. Taking Remus over to their couch, he sat him down and then brought him some bacon and orange juice. “Eat your breakfast first, okay? We can worry about it after breakfast.”
Remus sighed into his bacon and moved to lean quietly on Sirius’s arm. “I have to worry about it now. Should they be buried together? I mean…They were divorced! Mum was a fucking Muggle, Sirius! She didn’t so anything!” His voice raised in pitch with confusion and fury, and he took a hard gulp of his juice. “She couldn’t even FUCKING do MAGIC!”
Sirius’s eyes widened as Remus threw his glass as hard as he could, watching it shatter against the opposite wall, then he moved to kiss Remus’s cheek. “Hey, hey now…” His hands seized the other’s and restrained them, keeping them from throwing anything else. Remus shot him a rather animalistic look. “Shhh…We will do whatever you want to do with them. If you want them together, they should be together.”
“But it’s a lie,” Remus whispered, and he choked a little when Sirius tugged him into his lap. “Apart, but near each other. I want…I want them like that.” His eyes closed and he tucked his head in against Sirius’s shoulder. “Will you write that in for the specifications? I can’t. I just can’t.”
Sirius nodded and summoned the parchment and a ballpoint pen to himself, writing down what Remus asked before he put the parchment and pen on the coffee table. “There. Just relax, okay? Close your eyes…” He could feel Remus choking up again, and he realized just how long it was going to be before his little love was okay again. Sighing, he lay down with him, lying on his back and holding Remus on his chest. “I wish I could fix it,” he whispered, his eyes closed as he pet Remus’s hair.
“Me too.” It was such a small sound. Sirius used his wand to flick the letter back to the owl, which had been waiting patiently. It seemed accustomed to this sort of visit and was picking at an extra piece of bacon when it was given the letter again. Remus did not speak again for a long time that day.
Sirius eventually got up, letting Remus sleep on the couch, and so when Remus woke up again, he blushed to find Sirius kneeling in front of him, a rather large bouquet of deep red roses held in his hand. “Sirius,” he whispered, and he reached out to touch one of the fat blooms, eyes closing as he smelled them. “Lincoln roses? Where’d you go to get them?”
“Doesn’t matter,” Sirius said, and he smiled as Remus sat up and rubbed his eyes. “You were out all day, and I figured you’d want something to cheer you up. And since we never got to go for our ride last night, I figured I’d take you out tonight and fly you up close to the stars.”
Remus’s eyes darkened at those words, and he set the huge roses gingerly on the couch before he reached up and drew Sirius in for a kiss telling of quiet need. “Sounds perfect,” he whispered against the kiss, and Sirius was hauling him up, charming the roses so they flew into a large vase on the table. He quickly changed into warm clothes and grabbed his coat before he grinned at Sirius, ready to forget everything. “To the sky, Monsieur Padfoot…”
Sirius grinned at him and found the keys before he seized Remus and tugged him close. “To the sky, Monsieur Moony.”
And to the sky they went.