Fic: Nightmares; October 4
Title: Nightmares
Author: apohdiopsis
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: PG
Word Count: 450
Prompt: Day Four
Warnings: Boys in bed together.
Summary: Sirius has a nightmare.
"... after [Sirius]’d waken up shouting and Remus had had to climb into his bed and whisper to him until he could fall asleep."
-- xkeijukainenx , 'Blame it on the Ogden's'
"You shouldn't drink so much," Remus scolds, but it's hard to take him seriously. His eyes are light like melted chocolate. His tapered fingers are cold like ice. He tries to warm them against Sirius's Firewhisky-warm cheeks. It feels nice, soothing like the soft whistling of air through Remus's crooked teeth as he tries to comfort his mate, but neither of them can relax. Sirius is hoping Remus won't notice the little wet trails that are drying on his hot cheeks. Remus knows better than to mention them. "It's a school night."
"'ve got another five hours to sleep it off."
"Well, go to sleep, then."
Sirius nods and snuggles down into the blankets. The motion peels apart the skin of their naked shoulders, painfully, but now Remus's too-prominent hipbones press roughly into Sirius's muscled back, and that's a comfort. Those muscles never relax, but he's snoring soon. Liquor-sweat oozes from his pores. It coats Remus's chest and soaks into his sheets. Tomorrow, the whole bed will reek of dog, and Remus will press his face into the mattress and fight the urge to throw up. Sirius will be long gone by then. He has always been an expert at avoiding next-morning awkwardness.
Sirius twitches in his sleep. Another nightmare, Remus thinks, but one that he'll sleep through. Remus knows about nightmares. That's why Sirius comes to him, in the middle of the night, sweating whisky and bad dreams. Remus understands--about nightmares, anyway. The rest of Sirius's mind is not so clear to him.
He wonders if it isn't a bit odd, the two of them sleeping shirtless together in the same bed. Sirius acts as though it's the most natural thing in the world. He doesn't know who else to ask. Outside of James and Peter (he couldn't make them understand if he tried), his only friend is Lily Evans. She sits with him by the fire in the Head's common room, pets his hair back from his face, smiles sadly as she kisses his brow. "Of course it's natural, Remus," she says. "You're in love with Sirius Black." She hasn’t let up on that since fourth year. It’s very annoying, and utterly unhelpful, but she’s nice to talk to nevertheless.
"I'm not in love with him," Remus whispers stubbornly into the tangled, sweaty black mess of Sirius's hair.
Sirius nods, as though agreeing with him. He lets out a sigh. The nightmare subsides. His muscles go slack. "Yes," Remus murmurs. "It's a relief to me, too."
Author: apohdiopsis
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: PG
Word Count: 450
Prompt: Day Four
Warnings: Boys in bed together.
Summary: Sirius has a nightmare.
"... after [Sirius]’d waken up shouting and Remus had had to climb into his bed and whisper to him until he could fall asleep."
-- xkeijukainenx , 'Blame it on the Ogden's'
"You shouldn't drink so much," Remus scolds, but it's hard to take him seriously. His eyes are light like melted chocolate. His tapered fingers are cold like ice. He tries to warm them against Sirius's Firewhisky-warm cheeks. It feels nice, soothing like the soft whistling of air through Remus's crooked teeth as he tries to comfort his mate, but neither of them can relax. Sirius is hoping Remus won't notice the little wet trails that are drying on his hot cheeks. Remus knows better than to mention them. "It's a school night."
"'ve got another five hours to sleep it off."
"Well, go to sleep, then."
Sirius nods and snuggles down into the blankets. The motion peels apart the skin of their naked shoulders, painfully, but now Remus's too-prominent hipbones press roughly into Sirius's muscled back, and that's a comfort. Those muscles never relax, but he's snoring soon. Liquor-sweat oozes from his pores. It coats Remus's chest and soaks into his sheets. Tomorrow, the whole bed will reek of dog, and Remus will press his face into the mattress and fight the urge to throw up. Sirius will be long gone by then. He has always been an expert at avoiding next-morning awkwardness.
Sirius twitches in his sleep. Another nightmare, Remus thinks, but one that he'll sleep through. Remus knows about nightmares. That's why Sirius comes to him, in the middle of the night, sweating whisky and bad dreams. Remus understands--about nightmares, anyway. The rest of Sirius's mind is not so clear to him.
He wonders if it isn't a bit odd, the two of them sleeping shirtless together in the same bed. Sirius acts as though it's the most natural thing in the world. He doesn't know who else to ask. Outside of James and Peter (he couldn't make them understand if he tried), his only friend is Lily Evans. She sits with him by the fire in the Head's common room, pets his hair back from his face, smiles sadly as she kisses his brow. "Of course it's natural, Remus," she says. "You're in love with Sirius Black." She hasn’t let up on that since fourth year. It’s very annoying, and utterly unhelpful, but she’s nice to talk to nevertheless.
"I'm not in love with him," Remus whispers stubbornly into the tangled, sweaty black mess of Sirius's hair.
Sirius nods, as though agreeing with him. He lets out a sigh. The nightmare subsides. His muscles go slack. "Yes," Remus murmurs. "It's a relief to me, too."