How to be a perfect heir and son
Boring Boring Boring
Every single thing these people required from Sirius was boring. All these questions and trainings. Boring. That's why he needs to leave. Doesn't matter where, doesn't matter how but he's not sitting here and waiting for another lecture about how to be a good heir. Especially when the lessons are coming from the same old men who care a little too much about who he looks at, what he says and how he acts. He's over it. He's actually been over it for as long as he knows but apparently fate can't be decided nor changed.
As soon as he finds the chance he slips away from the palace. Without even thinking about it he walks to the Colosseum, finding himself on the balcony looking down at the gladiator training. Just one guy was down there, training alone and sweating. Sirius smiles, he knows who this is, the whole empire knows Remus. And Sirius even had the pleasure to talk to him a few times, trying to get closer but the gladiator always remained a distance, always too determined on his duties to trace the line of friendship with an heir. He's the best off the best. He's smart and strong, determined and obeying of everything. He's also hot, Sirius is allowed to notice that. He's got all those abs and muscles. He's got a deep voice, a charming smile and those eyes that-
Those eyes that are looking back at him. Sirius blushes, clearing his throat and straightening up. Remus smirks walking closer to the balcony. A few meters away he bows, his smirk widening. Sirius always insisted the servants do not bow to him, most of them got the message that he doesn't want to be anyone's superior, some even became close to him, some he considers friends but Remus insists he's to bow to the royal family. He does it kinda mockingly to Sirius, smirking as he bows, emphasising the title at the end of the sentence, doing all these little things to indicate he knows Sirius wants him to relax but won't obey that one command.
"Your Highness." He says, straightening up and meeting Sirius's eyes.
"Remus, hello." Sirius smirks back, fidgeting with his hands as he looks down on Remus from the balcony. "You're training."
"Yes, I am." he nods "Care to join me? I could use company."
"I'm not big on fighting. Not really my thing." The prince chuckles, shaking his head and sitting on the balcony railing so he can jump down.
"Then you mustn't be getting ready to join me like you are, must you?" He says in his cute accent and Sirius isn't even listening to his words just nodding.
He pushes off, getting ready to land on his feet. The balcony was short, just a few metres still, he managed to fail and slip somehow. Fortunately, or unfortunately if you consider the flush that covers him immediately, Remus is ready to catch him. He wraps his strong arms around Sirius and holds him.
"There you go, almost hurt Yourself." Remus says, smiling and helping Sirius stand on his own feet.
The prince nods, flushing and staying close to Remus without even thinking about it.
"Yeah, sorry." He says, rubbing the back of his neck. Remus brushes it off, pulling away and Sirius struggles to hide his disappointment.
"It's completely fine. You're more than allowed to slip." He says, picking up his gladius and swirling it in his hands.
Sirius does the same, pretending to train together with Remus but actually just appreciating the view. Can't really blame him when his acquaintance looks like the prettiest of the pretty, hottest of the hot, strongest of the strong, most wanted professional lover. He looks amazing is the point and as long as he keeps training like this, with most of his chest exposed, Sirius is not staying sane.
"Are You even doing anything, Your Highness?"
Remus asks, turning to look at him and approaching slowly.
"I-" he blushes softly, caught red-handed. "I very much am."
"I'm sure You are but..." Remus stands behind him, putting his hands on Sirius's "I think You wouldn't mind me helping You a bit, would You, Your Highness ?"
"No..." He blushes harder, chuckling softly and letting Remus lead his movements.
Hi hands are strong and soft, covering Sirius's and leading his movements.
Sirius doesn't even think about the training, only about the warm body behind him. He takes certain things seriously, the things that interest him. And while he has interests other than Remus, recently they've all been coming down to the gladiator one way or the other. His breath is hitting Sirius's neck as he whispers encouragements and praises for the good moves Sirius makes. His arms are flexing with each movement and he's warm. So warm, Sirius could cuddle up against him and just stay in the warmth forever and a little longer.
"Not to interrupt." A voice behind them speaks up, making them basically jump apart. James, of course. Ever since they were both 14 Sirius knew of James, they grew close fast. The boy was also a gladiator, a strong one. Not as strong as Remus but one of the better. He was also one of Sirius's closest people. He always spoke freely and acted like Sirius' friend. Sirius considered him one.
His parents always insisted you can't be friends with someone below your status and while Sirius knows about the power dynamics, one of the rare things James managed to explain to him over the years, he's sure that after all those same years James thinks the same of him.
"Nothing to interrupt." he says, pushing his hair back and walking away from Remus who just chuckles and shakes his head.
"Yeah, nothing to interrupt." Remus agrees "Just training."
"Right." James nods with a smirk "Well, the whole palace is looking for it's prince and I assumed I'd find you here so..." James gestures behind himself, towards the palace. "Go there before they behead someone."
"Oh, yeah. Fuck, I forgot." He puts his weapon down before hurrying away. "Got to go. See you later. Thanks." he rambles as he practically runs towards the palace.
When there, he's met with his angry father with a two hour lecture about being on time and how important that is to being a good emperor. He nods through it and when he finally gets to speak and explain to his dad he was training in the arena, Orion is surprisingly calmer and nods, hiding a smirk.
Maybe Sirius isn't as bad and weak as he considered. Orion would expect the boy to do something stupid when he runs away from his responsibilities like this, not to do physical training.
There's a part of him that is proud, one day he'll be dead and Sirius will take his place and maybe, just maybe he won't be as bad at it as Orion expects.
In front of him sits his heir, his son, a boy. A man who insists on hating his privileges and on liking more simple things than politics and training but still runs away to the arena.The fact the boy ran away to stare at a gladiator goes above his head and maybe he doesn't have to know. Maybe it's better for him to think Sirius could one day be the son he always oh, so wished for.