You Know How It Is (1/1)
Title: You Know How It Is
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: PG-13, for some cursing and explicit boykissing (also implied sex, I suppose)
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: After several hours in a holding cell, Sirius can't understand why Remus decidedly does not approve of Sirius's latest venture into politics.
"You know, I think we should just leave him to rot here. Teach him a good lesson."
Sirius's head snapped up in surprise at the amount of venom in Remus's voice. Remus was staring through the bars of the holding cell at him, with icy anger plainly written across his scarred face. James and Peter stood a bit behind him, James looking annoyed, Peter grinning openly.
"Here to bail me out, then?" Sirius asked in a would-be light tone, but Remus's obviously barely controlled fury shook him a bit. He forced himself to look away from Remus's chilly stare and into James's exasperated eyes.
"Yeah, you great idiot, that's what we're here for," James grumbled, turning to the Auror behind the desk.
"You finally went and got arrested, Sirius," Peter laughed, leaning on the bars and looking delighted. "Well done."
"Well, you know I like to do my part, Wormtail," Sirius said briskly, running a hand through his hair and leaning back, lounging on the stone bench as though it were a velvet couch. "Contribute to chaos and disorder wheresoever I go and all that." The other occupants of the cell watched disinterestedly, boredom having long seized them in its merciless grip. They, and Sirius, had been in that cell for quite some time.
"A veritable son of Eris, oh, we cower in your presence," Remus spat, turning away with a disgusted snort.
James shot a worried glance over his shoulder as he spoke to the bored-looking desk Auror in low, confidential voices. He caught Remus's gaze and looked away quickly, shooting a furtive you've-really-done-it-this-time look at Sirius before he turned back to the desk.
Sirius huffed in annoyance, getting to his feet and crossing to the bars that made up the front wall of the cell. He reached an arm through the gap, stretching to touch Remus's shoulder, but Remus shrugged him away and stepped out of reach.
That hurt. And made no sense. There was absolutely no reason for Remus to be this mad at him. He hadn't done anything really wrong--this time, it had been almost a noble cause--and he'd really expected Remus, of all people, to approve of it. "Of all the things I've done, Remus," he began, lowering his voice for some semblance of privacy, "I really didn't think this would be the one you'd hate me for..." If he couldn't keep a little hurt from creeping into his voice, well, he couldn't be blamed, could he?
"I don't hate you," Remus snapped through gritted teeth. "I'm just angry, Sirius. Of all the stupid things you've done, this really takes the--"
"Stupid? How was this stupid, I thought you'd be--"
"Don't tell me you did this to impress me, you absolute--"
"Of course I didn't, but I did do it for you, because you know how I--"
"Bail's arranged," James interrupted loudly, looking awkward. "You're free to go, Sirius, no one's carrying this any further. Off with a warning, mate, come on."
Sirius grinned tightly. "See? All a misunderstanding." He stepped up to the bars, then stepped through them, the magicked bars melting through him as he was released. "Come on, gents, let's get something to eat, I've been in there for ages. Starving."
"Oh, they didn't give you bread and water?" Remus asked airily as they began to climb the steps out of the Ministry dungeons, his voice still bitingly cold. "No gruel? Nothing for you to play the wounded, sainted martyr, then? You poor dear--"
"Oh, leave him alone, Remus," Peter said unhappily as they emerged into the Atrium, looking back and forth between Remus and a hurt and puzzled Sirius. "He was just trying to--"
"Just trying to go for his own personal spotlight again," Remus cut in nastily.
Sirius had the look of a kicked dog about him. "I was not, I was doing something I thought was right, aren't you the one who's always telling me to stand up for things I believe in?"
"Oh, yes, Sirius, I know you believe in this cause, you've always been so keen to support it, especially at school, haven't you, you tell everyone all about it, don't you? Like Snape, last year--"
"Remus--!"
"Remus." James's voice brooked no argument. "Leave it."
Remus glared fiercely at James, then snorted again and looked away. He did, mercifully, fall silent.
"We are not discussing this here," James continued in an undertone, purposefully leading them to the fireplace exits. "You two can have domestics wherever you bloody well please, but not around me, thank you, and not in the Ministry Atrium, for Merlin's sake..." He trailed off, shaking his head, grabbing Remus's arm and shoving him toward the nearest fireplace. "Come on, we'll go back to my house and we can all have a good shout at Sirius there--you're paying me back for that bail money, Sirius, by the way--"
But Sirius had had enough of this. That shot about the...incident last year had been bang out of order, completely unrelated to this entire business, and anyway he'd apologized for that hundreds and hundreds of times, hadn't he...Remus only brought it up when he wanted to make Sirius feel like shit, and well, he'd succeeded admirably, and Sirius wanted to know just why, exactly, his Moony had decided Sirius needed punishing.
"No, we are not going back to yours, James," Sirius interrupted, trying to get his voice to do that no-arguments thing James had perfected after years of shouting at people on the Quidditch pitch. Remus's eyes snapped to his, and Sirius held his gaze with as much steel as he could muster. "Remus and I are going back to my flat and he is going to explain why he's being an arse to me."
Peter looked as though he would dearly have loved to say "good luck with that", but Remus had turned a shade of red never before seen in the modern age, and Peter obviously thought better of it. "I thought you said you were hungry," he said instead, uncertainly, looking back and forth between Sirius and Remus again.
Sirius didn't take his eyes from Remus's. "We'll meet up for dinner later," he said evenly. "Prongs, Worm, see you at the Leaky Cauldron around eight?"
"It's seven o'clock," James interjected quietly.
"Around nine," Sirius amended. Still holding Remus's gaze, he jerked his head at the fireplace. "Shall we, Remus?"
Remus looked as though he was grinding his teeth. After a moment, he threw up his hands and growled, "Fine, I prefer less public places for loud arguments." He turned on his heel, muttering goodbyes to James and Peter and stalking to the fireplace.
When he'd gone in a flash of green fire, Sirius turned to James and Peter, estimating he had about thirty seconds before Remus had worked up enough steam to shout for hours. "All right. Why's he angry exactly?"
"I'm not really sure," James said in puzzlement, scratching his chin and frowning. "We were all at mine, listening to the wireless, and the news came on, did a bit of a report on the protest, how it turned into a riot and all that, listed the people they'd arrested, that sort of thing--"
"Remus got that look he gets, you know the one," Peter broke in, "when we heard your name, and he got up and paced and swore for a bit--"
"I honestly didn't know he knew half those words," James said, sounding mildly impressed as he shook his head. "Anyway. He didn't say much helpful, just muttered that he was going to, quote, 'murder you', end quote, and then was all quiet and sulky until we got here and he tore you a new one."
"And it's been about thirty seconds just now, you'd best go," Peter finished, shoving Sirius toward the Floo gate. "Best of luck, mate, you'll need it."
"All else fails, just snog him until he shuts up," James called just before the Ministry grate whipped out of sight.
- - -
His flat was beginning to darken with evening shadows, but Sirius wasn't paying much attention to the lights or lack thereof as he stepped onto the hearthrug, shaking ash out of his hair. Remus stood with his back to him, hands flat on the table, the lines of his body spelling wordless anger.
For a long few moments, neither of them spoke. For all his show of certainty at the Ministry, Sirius had no idea how to begin defending himself when he wasn't even entirely sure why Remus was so angry. And Remus, it seemed, was past words.
Or not. Because when he finally spoke, so quietly Sirius could barely hear him, his anger was tightly controlled again. "Why, Sirius?"
"Why what?" Sirius asked steadily, taking a few steps forward.
"Don't 'what' me, Sirius," Remus snapped, turning to face him. His brown eyes were equal parts rage and weariness in the fading light. "Why, in Merlin's name were you at that protest?"
Sirius blinked.
Seriously?
"Remus, is that seriously what you're angry about?" Unbelievable. Un-bloody-believable. He'd thought Remus would be proud, for Merlin's-- "Remus, I thought you'd--"
"You thought I'd approve? Of you going to a protest that was bound to turn violent, that you knew Aurors were going to be all over, that stands for something Voldemort is so opposed to I'm amazed Death Eaters didn't turn up to exterminate the lot of you--" Remus's voice almost broke, and he shut his mouth and turned away, his body going closed and rigid again.
Sirius didn't know quite how to respond to that, and he felt horrible about just standing there staring when he finally had some idea of why Remus was so angry with him, but... What could he say?
Remus made a strange noise between a laugh and something infinitely more vulnerable, shaking his head. "Werewolf rights, Sirius, honestly," he half-laughed, almost smiling, but his voice was low and pained. He wouldn't meet Sirius's eyes, and his arms were crossed over his chest, uncomfortably, the way he crossed them when Sirius knew he felt like protecting himself.
"Stupid, I know," Sirius said quietly, hating that the only way he knew he could say the important things right was if he said them and acted offhand. "But, see, I know this werewolf. Known him a long time. Sort of love him, want him to have a good life, you know how it is."
Remus shook his head again, smile gone now. "You don't have to prove anything to me, Sirius. You don't have to do things like this--"
"I didn't do it to prove anything to you," Sirius said flatly, crossing his arms, subconsciously mimicking Remus's pose. "I went because I wanted to. Anyway, famous family like mine supporting a cause--even the black sheep--well, it's good publicity, isn't it. Especially if said pillar of the Wizarding community gets arrested, but, well, I didn't go planning on that. Bit of an added bonus." He sighed. "So you were sort of right about me going for the spotlight, but I didn't want it for myself--"
"I didn't mean that," Remus said quietly, still not meeting his eyes. "Well--no, I did, but I was...angrier than I am now."
"Why, exactly, then, are you angry, Remus? Let's get it all out in the--"
"Because it was dangerous, Sirius!" Remus exploded, finally looking up and meeting his gaze. "Dangerous and stupid and I knew you did it because of me! And you take enough idiotic risks for my sake, Padfoot! And--" He broke off, chest rising and falling rapidly, jaw working around something he couldn't quite get out.
"And?"
Remus's brown eyes were very bright in the dim light. "And because I can't handle losing you, Sirius, I just can't," he said in a rush, turning away and running his hand over his face in agitation.
Sirius sighed, a frustrated sort of tenderness warming his chest. "Yeah, I figured it was something like that." He took a tentative step toward Remus's back.
Remus's shoulders were locked, and he'd shifted from anger to defensiveness, the shields he'd long ago learned to protect himself with walling him off from Sirius. The room felt colder, and Sirius hated it when Remus was like this, pushing him away, retreating into himself because in the long run, maybe it would hurt less.
Fighting Sirius, fighting himself. Blaming himself. Scared of himself, scared of Sirius, scared of losing both the former and the latter.
Typical Remus.
"I'm sorry," Sirius said into the silence.
Remus's shoulders weren't trembling ever so slightly. It was just a trick of the light.
"You won't lose me," Sirius assured him, more loudly, trying to make it true with the force of his conviction. "I'm eighteen and stupid, Remus, I'll give you that, but for now I'm not going anywhere."
Remus nodded almost imperceptibly. "I know." His voice was very quiet. "I just...oh, hell, Sirius..."
"I know," Sirius agreed quietly.
Remus nodded again. And in one blurred moment he'd turned, crossed the distance between them, and dragged Sirius into a roughly passionate kiss.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Sirius tried to tell him, tangling his hands in Remus's hair, holding him close. Remus tasted like fierce desperation and anguished possessiveness, and a few stumbling steps, a turn, and one hard shove had Sirius's back hitting the scrubbed wooden tabletop.
Mine, mine, mine, don't you leave me, don't you ever leave me, Remus screamed with his kiss, his tongue tangling with Sirius's, teeth tugging on his bottom lip, pinning him to the table with his arms, his body.
Sirius's head fell back and hit the table when Remus finally broke away for air. "Forgiven me?" he gasped, feeling dazed, reaching up with one hand to run his thumb along Remus's cheek.
Remus turned his face into Sirius's palm, covering Sirius's hand with his, pressing a gentle kiss to his palm before lightly biting the callused skin, dark eyes flicking down to Sirius's. Sirius almost whimpered, hips canting up involuntarily against Remus's weight.
Remus grinned wickedly and in one swift move slammed Sirius's hand back down on the table, holding him trapped as he leaned down and kissed him, hard.
"Mostly forgiven you," Remus breathed against his lips. "After all, werewolf rights--" He kissed Sirius again, long and lingering, and Sirius had a hard time following the thread of the question. "--Rather a noble cause." He traced the line of Sirius's nose with his. "Still, bit angry with you risking your life--need to remind you how good it can be."
"Ohh, God, yes, please," Sirius groaned, head falling back and hitting the table again. "But we have to meet James and Peter at nine," he reminded Remus breathlessly, desperately clinging to the last bit of rational thought.
"We'll be late," Remus growled, biting his lip again. "I was very angry. We had a terrible fight. Broke the furniture and everything."
"Broke the--aahh--furniture?" Sirius asked distractedly, a moan punctuating his question as Remus's teeth scraped along his collarbone.
"Yeah." Remus's voice was low and rough and promised exquisite things that were probably going to hurt in all kinds of wonderful ways. "This table, for example, is going to be in pieces in fairly short order."
Sirius couldn't hold back the groan at the thought. "I really need to get arrested more often," he gasped before all words besides Remus, God and yes were driven from his mind.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: PG-13, for some cursing and explicit boykissing (also implied sex, I suppose)
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: After several hours in a holding cell, Sirius can't understand why Remus decidedly does not approve of Sirius's latest venture into politics.
"You know, I think we should just leave him to rot here. Teach him a good lesson."
Sirius's head snapped up in surprise at the amount of venom in Remus's voice. Remus was staring through the bars of the holding cell at him, with icy anger plainly written across his scarred face. James and Peter stood a bit behind him, James looking annoyed, Peter grinning openly.
"Here to bail me out, then?" Sirius asked in a would-be light tone, but Remus's obviously barely controlled fury shook him a bit. He forced himself to look away from Remus's chilly stare and into James's exasperated eyes.
"Yeah, you great idiot, that's what we're here for," James grumbled, turning to the Auror behind the desk.
"You finally went and got arrested, Sirius," Peter laughed, leaning on the bars and looking delighted. "Well done."
"Well, you know I like to do my part, Wormtail," Sirius said briskly, running a hand through his hair and leaning back, lounging on the stone bench as though it were a velvet couch. "Contribute to chaos and disorder wheresoever I go and all that." The other occupants of the cell watched disinterestedly, boredom having long seized them in its merciless grip. They, and Sirius, had been in that cell for quite some time.
"A veritable son of Eris, oh, we cower in your presence," Remus spat, turning away with a disgusted snort.
James shot a worried glance over his shoulder as he spoke to the bored-looking desk Auror in low, confidential voices. He caught Remus's gaze and looked away quickly, shooting a furtive you've-really-done-it-this-time look at Sirius before he turned back to the desk.
Sirius huffed in annoyance, getting to his feet and crossing to the bars that made up the front wall of the cell. He reached an arm through the gap, stretching to touch Remus's shoulder, but Remus shrugged him away and stepped out of reach.
That hurt. And made no sense. There was absolutely no reason for Remus to be this mad at him. He hadn't done anything really wrong--this time, it had been almost a noble cause--and he'd really expected Remus, of all people, to approve of it. "Of all the things I've done, Remus," he began, lowering his voice for some semblance of privacy, "I really didn't think this would be the one you'd hate me for..." If he couldn't keep a little hurt from creeping into his voice, well, he couldn't be blamed, could he?
"I don't hate you," Remus snapped through gritted teeth. "I'm just angry, Sirius. Of all the stupid things you've done, this really takes the--"
"Stupid? How was this stupid, I thought you'd be--"
"Don't tell me you did this to impress me, you absolute--"
"Of course I didn't, but I did do it for you, because you know how I--"
"Bail's arranged," James interrupted loudly, looking awkward. "You're free to go, Sirius, no one's carrying this any further. Off with a warning, mate, come on."
Sirius grinned tightly. "See? All a misunderstanding." He stepped up to the bars, then stepped through them, the magicked bars melting through him as he was released. "Come on, gents, let's get something to eat, I've been in there for ages. Starving."
"Oh, they didn't give you bread and water?" Remus asked airily as they began to climb the steps out of the Ministry dungeons, his voice still bitingly cold. "No gruel? Nothing for you to play the wounded, sainted martyr, then? You poor dear--"
"Oh, leave him alone, Remus," Peter said unhappily as they emerged into the Atrium, looking back and forth between Remus and a hurt and puzzled Sirius. "He was just trying to--"
"Just trying to go for his own personal spotlight again," Remus cut in nastily.
Sirius had the look of a kicked dog about him. "I was not, I was doing something I thought was right, aren't you the one who's always telling me to stand up for things I believe in?"
"Oh, yes, Sirius, I know you believe in this cause, you've always been so keen to support it, especially at school, haven't you, you tell everyone all about it, don't you? Like Snape, last year--"
"Remus--!"
"Remus." James's voice brooked no argument. "Leave it."
Remus glared fiercely at James, then snorted again and looked away. He did, mercifully, fall silent.
"We are not discussing this here," James continued in an undertone, purposefully leading them to the fireplace exits. "You two can have domestics wherever you bloody well please, but not around me, thank you, and not in the Ministry Atrium, for Merlin's sake..." He trailed off, shaking his head, grabbing Remus's arm and shoving him toward the nearest fireplace. "Come on, we'll go back to my house and we can all have a good shout at Sirius there--you're paying me back for that bail money, Sirius, by the way--"
But Sirius had had enough of this. That shot about the...incident last year had been bang out of order, completely unrelated to this entire business, and anyway he'd apologized for that hundreds and hundreds of times, hadn't he...Remus only brought it up when he wanted to make Sirius feel like shit, and well, he'd succeeded admirably, and Sirius wanted to know just why, exactly, his Moony had decided Sirius needed punishing.
"No, we are not going back to yours, James," Sirius interrupted, trying to get his voice to do that no-arguments thing James had perfected after years of shouting at people on the Quidditch pitch. Remus's eyes snapped to his, and Sirius held his gaze with as much steel as he could muster. "Remus and I are going back to my flat and he is going to explain why he's being an arse to me."
Peter looked as though he would dearly have loved to say "good luck with that", but Remus had turned a shade of red never before seen in the modern age, and Peter obviously thought better of it. "I thought you said you were hungry," he said instead, uncertainly, looking back and forth between Sirius and Remus again.
Sirius didn't take his eyes from Remus's. "We'll meet up for dinner later," he said evenly. "Prongs, Worm, see you at the Leaky Cauldron around eight?"
"It's seven o'clock," James interjected quietly.
"Around nine," Sirius amended. Still holding Remus's gaze, he jerked his head at the fireplace. "Shall we, Remus?"
Remus looked as though he was grinding his teeth. After a moment, he threw up his hands and growled, "Fine, I prefer less public places for loud arguments." He turned on his heel, muttering goodbyes to James and Peter and stalking to the fireplace.
When he'd gone in a flash of green fire, Sirius turned to James and Peter, estimating he had about thirty seconds before Remus had worked up enough steam to shout for hours. "All right. Why's he angry exactly?"
"I'm not really sure," James said in puzzlement, scratching his chin and frowning. "We were all at mine, listening to the wireless, and the news came on, did a bit of a report on the protest, how it turned into a riot and all that, listed the people they'd arrested, that sort of thing--"
"Remus got that look he gets, you know the one," Peter broke in, "when we heard your name, and he got up and paced and swore for a bit--"
"I honestly didn't know he knew half those words," James said, sounding mildly impressed as he shook his head. "Anyway. He didn't say much helpful, just muttered that he was going to, quote, 'murder you', end quote, and then was all quiet and sulky until we got here and he tore you a new one."
"And it's been about thirty seconds just now, you'd best go," Peter finished, shoving Sirius toward the Floo gate. "Best of luck, mate, you'll need it."
"All else fails, just snog him until he shuts up," James called just before the Ministry grate whipped out of sight.
- - -
His flat was beginning to darken with evening shadows, but Sirius wasn't paying much attention to the lights or lack thereof as he stepped onto the hearthrug, shaking ash out of his hair. Remus stood with his back to him, hands flat on the table, the lines of his body spelling wordless anger.
For a long few moments, neither of them spoke. For all his show of certainty at the Ministry, Sirius had no idea how to begin defending himself when he wasn't even entirely sure why Remus was so angry. And Remus, it seemed, was past words.
Or not. Because when he finally spoke, so quietly Sirius could barely hear him, his anger was tightly controlled again. "Why, Sirius?"
"Why what?" Sirius asked steadily, taking a few steps forward.
"Don't 'what' me, Sirius," Remus snapped, turning to face him. His brown eyes were equal parts rage and weariness in the fading light. "Why, in Merlin's name were you at that protest?"
Sirius blinked.
Seriously?
"Remus, is that seriously what you're angry about?" Unbelievable. Un-bloody-believable. He'd thought Remus would be proud, for Merlin's-- "Remus, I thought you'd--"
"You thought I'd approve? Of you going to a protest that was bound to turn violent, that you knew Aurors were going to be all over, that stands for something Voldemort is so opposed to I'm amazed Death Eaters didn't turn up to exterminate the lot of you--" Remus's voice almost broke, and he shut his mouth and turned away, his body going closed and rigid again.
Sirius didn't know quite how to respond to that, and he felt horrible about just standing there staring when he finally had some idea of why Remus was so angry with him, but... What could he say?
Remus made a strange noise between a laugh and something infinitely more vulnerable, shaking his head. "Werewolf rights, Sirius, honestly," he half-laughed, almost smiling, but his voice was low and pained. He wouldn't meet Sirius's eyes, and his arms were crossed over his chest, uncomfortably, the way he crossed them when Sirius knew he felt like protecting himself.
"Stupid, I know," Sirius said quietly, hating that the only way he knew he could say the important things right was if he said them and acted offhand. "But, see, I know this werewolf. Known him a long time. Sort of love him, want him to have a good life, you know how it is."
Remus shook his head again, smile gone now. "You don't have to prove anything to me, Sirius. You don't have to do things like this--"
"I didn't do it to prove anything to you," Sirius said flatly, crossing his arms, subconsciously mimicking Remus's pose. "I went because I wanted to. Anyway, famous family like mine supporting a cause--even the black sheep--well, it's good publicity, isn't it. Especially if said pillar of the Wizarding community gets arrested, but, well, I didn't go planning on that. Bit of an added bonus." He sighed. "So you were sort of right about me going for the spotlight, but I didn't want it for myself--"
"I didn't mean that," Remus said quietly, still not meeting his eyes. "Well--no, I did, but I was...angrier than I am now."
"Why, exactly, then, are you angry, Remus? Let's get it all out in the--"
"Because it was dangerous, Sirius!" Remus exploded, finally looking up and meeting his gaze. "Dangerous and stupid and I knew you did it because of me! And you take enough idiotic risks for my sake, Padfoot! And--" He broke off, chest rising and falling rapidly, jaw working around something he couldn't quite get out.
"And?"
Remus's brown eyes were very bright in the dim light. "And because I can't handle losing you, Sirius, I just can't," he said in a rush, turning away and running his hand over his face in agitation.
Sirius sighed, a frustrated sort of tenderness warming his chest. "Yeah, I figured it was something like that." He took a tentative step toward Remus's back.
Remus's shoulders were locked, and he'd shifted from anger to defensiveness, the shields he'd long ago learned to protect himself with walling him off from Sirius. The room felt colder, and Sirius hated it when Remus was like this, pushing him away, retreating into himself because in the long run, maybe it would hurt less.
Fighting Sirius, fighting himself. Blaming himself. Scared of himself, scared of Sirius, scared of losing both the former and the latter.
Typical Remus.
"I'm sorry," Sirius said into the silence.
Remus's shoulders weren't trembling ever so slightly. It was just a trick of the light.
"You won't lose me," Sirius assured him, more loudly, trying to make it true with the force of his conviction. "I'm eighteen and stupid, Remus, I'll give you that, but for now I'm not going anywhere."
Remus nodded almost imperceptibly. "I know." His voice was very quiet. "I just...oh, hell, Sirius..."
"I know," Sirius agreed quietly.
Remus nodded again. And in one blurred moment he'd turned, crossed the distance between them, and dragged Sirius into a roughly passionate kiss.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Sirius tried to tell him, tangling his hands in Remus's hair, holding him close. Remus tasted like fierce desperation and anguished possessiveness, and a few stumbling steps, a turn, and one hard shove had Sirius's back hitting the scrubbed wooden tabletop.
Mine, mine, mine, don't you leave me, don't you ever leave me, Remus screamed with his kiss, his tongue tangling with Sirius's, teeth tugging on his bottom lip, pinning him to the table with his arms, his body.
Sirius's head fell back and hit the table when Remus finally broke away for air. "Forgiven me?" he gasped, feeling dazed, reaching up with one hand to run his thumb along Remus's cheek.
Remus turned his face into Sirius's palm, covering Sirius's hand with his, pressing a gentle kiss to his palm before lightly biting the callused skin, dark eyes flicking down to Sirius's. Sirius almost whimpered, hips canting up involuntarily against Remus's weight.
Remus grinned wickedly and in one swift move slammed Sirius's hand back down on the table, holding him trapped as he leaned down and kissed him, hard.
"Mostly forgiven you," Remus breathed against his lips. "After all, werewolf rights--" He kissed Sirius again, long and lingering, and Sirius had a hard time following the thread of the question. "--Rather a noble cause." He traced the line of Sirius's nose with his. "Still, bit angry with you risking your life--need to remind you how good it can be."
"Ohh, God, yes, please," Sirius groaned, head falling back and hitting the table again. "But we have to meet James and Peter at nine," he reminded Remus breathlessly, desperately clinging to the last bit of rational thought.
"We'll be late," Remus growled, biting his lip again. "I was very angry. We had a terrible fight. Broke the furniture and everything."
"Broke the--aahh--furniture?" Sirius asked distractedly, a moan punctuating his question as Remus's teeth scraped along his collarbone.
"Yeah." Remus's voice was low and rough and promised exquisite things that were probably going to hurt in all kinds of wonderful ways. "This table, for example, is going to be in pieces in fairly short order."
Sirius couldn't hold back the groan at the thought. "I really need to get arrested more often," he gasped before all words besides Remus, God and yes were driven from his mind.