Chapter 3; September 1st 1974
After an agonizingly long amount of time, a whole fourteen minutes, Remus linked out of the small set up of an infirmary.
“Thanks Moony.” He mumbled appreciatively , taking the cup from him.
Remus sat back down with a sigh. “It tastes like shit. I've tried to make it better but only made it worse. Plug your nose and take it like a shot.” He smiled, ignoring the weird looks from the girls.
Sirius downed the liquid, cringing at the aftertaste. Remus laid a comforting hand on his shoulder, rubbing in a soothing manner
“Holy shit.” He coughed. “It was so much worse than I thought it’d be.” He shuddered to further prove his point.
Remus laughed. “Don't throw up, I think Lily would kill you if James doesn’t first.”
Sirius looked up at her, curled up in the corner, staying as far away from him as she could. “I'm not gonna throw up, Evans. I've learned to hold it down until people aren't around.” She smiled, still not moving while looking at him weirdly.
The train slowed to a stop as everyone started rushing to get off. Sirius stood up, Remus standing behind him. “Welcome home Black.” Remus whispered in his ear, grabbing and smacking his arse with ferocity, winking.
“Moony!” Sirius yelled. “What the fuck” he choked out, cutting himself off with his own surprised- but let’s face it, it’s Remus so was it really a surprise- laugh.
Remus smiled and leaned back against the window, manspreading in a manner that did wonderful things for the mind.. “Couldn't help it,” he raised his hands defensively. “You look good in my clothes. In fact, You’d look even better with noth-” Sirius slapped his hand over Remus’ mouth, his own mouth agape in a smile, Everyone else was staring at them now. Remus licked the palm of Sirius’ hand in one stripe and laughed as sirius yanked his arm away, nose scrunching up.
“.. you fucking arsehole, Remus.” Sirius muttered under his breath, wiping his hand off on his shirt, however his tone indicated no actual anger, but instead, pure amusement.
“What's going on with you two? If I didn't know any better I'd think you two were shagging in your free time.” James snorted, walking out of the compartment.
“We're not James. I'm not a poofter. I don't think Moony is either.” Sirius mumbled, looking back at Remus.
“pft, no yeah. I’m not a poofter, I like girls- and no offense Sirius but I wouldn’t even think about fucking you.” Remus said quickly, trying to save his own Sirius, however, wasn’t offended in the slightest. He knew from experience that the last part wasn’t true.
“None taken. I wouldnt fuck you either.” Sirius fibbed following the rest of his friends onto the platform.
They got into the horseless carriages, sitting the same way they were on the train. Remus on the farthest side, Sirius in between him and James, Peter across from Remus, Marlene Mary and Lily all squeezed together next to him. He wasn’t claustrophobic, but even he could admit it was a tight squeeze.
He could feel Lily's eyes on him, but he didnt wanna look back at her, it’s not like he was ashamed, but it was humiliating.
“Lilys staring” Remus whispered in his ear.
“I know. She probably thinks we were lying about not shagging.” He smiled.
Remus laughed. “Wanna prove the point she's trying to make?” He slyly put his arm around Sirius’ waist, being careful not to touch any of the cuts.
“No. we just had to say we're both straight so they'd stop being on our arses about it. Plus we aren't even together, just friends with benefits, so what's the point anyways.” Sirius whispered through a fog of want. He pushed Remus’s arm off, he couldn’t handle more Remus than he has without actually fucking exploading with want.
“We’ll talk more later. I gotta talk to Poppy when we get there so I'll be in the great hall a bit later than the rest of y’all you lot .” Remus said, talking at a more normal volume, seeming slightly pissed off. Remus said with a freshly cleared throat, his tone conveyed annoyance. He didn’t have the right to be annoyed, Sirius thought.
They got off the carriages and walked towards the castle, Remus splitting off from the rest of them towards the hospital wing, the rest of the group going towards the great hall. Mary found herself wandering closer to Sirius’s side.
“Hey Black, you never answered the question. How was your summer?” Mary smiled, punching his arm lightly.
“Uhm, summer was fine, glad to be back though.” He mumbled, looking at the ground and counting his steps. He was walking faster than the rest of them without realizing.
“You alright? You've seemed off since we got on the train.” James put his hand on Sirius’ shoulder.
“I'm fine. Rough summer, that's all” He looked behind them, hoping that Remus would be there, but knowing he wasn't going to be. Nervous habit, he supposed.
He hated the way he wanted Remus like he did, but honestly, who could really blame him for wanting Remus? He was the tallest guy in the year, had all these mysterious scars that made him so much more attractive, sexy (even if he did cringe up at the word), and too many secrets to count. Who doesn't want that in a guy?
He hates that he still gets jealous when he sees Remus with anyone else. He knows he knows Remus better than anyone else, he knows he's the only person that knows Remus the way he does. Remus doesnt believe in hook up culture, but he did that one night, when he got drunk and fucked Sirius at the halloween party. He knows he's the only person Remus has ever been with, but he still gets scared he's getting replaced by any girl that he even looks as weirdly.
He sat down at the gryffindor table next to James, leaving the spot next to him open for Remus. They started sorting the first years. There weren't that many this year. Still a decent amount, but not nearly as many as the years before them, especially the third years, Regulus’ year.
Remus still isn't back. The sorting was over now and they were halfway through dinner. “James, do you have the map?” Sirius asked, not looking away from the door.
James reached into the pocket of his robes and handed Sirius the piece of parchment.
Sirius mumbled the incantation, ‘I solemnly swear I'm up to no good’ and looked for Remus’ name. He was in their dorm.
“He said he was going to dinner after he went to see Pomfrey right?” Sirius asked, looking over at his friends, who were all staring at him with worried looks now.
“Maybe he didn't feel good, or Pomfrey told him to go to sleep. He's fine Sirius. Why are you so worried about him? You've been basically ignoring me all day.” James responded. Sirius rolled his eyes and got up from the table, leaving the great hall.
He hadn't been ignoring James, had he? If he did he didnt mean to. But James should have realized the summer was bad and left him alone. That's what he always did when Sirius came back to school like this, what was so different about this year? He had walked to his dorm without realizing where he was going.
“Remus.” he said standing in the doorway.
“Sirius.” Remus replied, still seeming annoyed
“Fuck me.” He said plainly.
“What?” Remus questioned, caught off guard, clearly.
“James said I was being weird. I dont know of another way to get back to normal. Fuck me.” Sirius closed and locked the door, walking over to Remus’ bed.
“Sirius, it's the first day back. You're always a little off on the first day.” Remus sat up and put his book on the table.
“Apparently not the same as normal. Remus, I need to be normal again. I cant have James being mad at me.” He straddled remus’ legs, tears welling up in his eyes.
“Sirius, are you sure? You seem a little out of it. I don't know if sex is gonna make that better.” Remus wiped a tear off of his cheek gently, staring into his eyes, the same worried look everyone at dinner was giving him.
“There's only one way to find out if it would help Remus. Fuck me.” Sirius said, kissing him. Remus broke the kiss and took a deep breath, closing his curtains and putting up a silencing charm.
Remus began kissing up Sirius’s neck “just tell me of you need us to stop” he whispered in between kisses.
“Yes.. just stop talking. I need you to fuck me” Sirius breathed out. He began to grind himself on Remus’s thigh. Remus groaned.
“Fuck, Siri” he moaned, lips finding Sirius’s. He slipped his tongue into the kiss. Remus’s hands found Sirius’s hips, guiding them to continue Sirius’s pleasure. He moved his hands up and down his sides, letting them move to their own accord.
“Take off your shirt, pants too” Sirius broke the kiss to demand, panting. Remus followed through, showing off his scarred chest. Sirius leaned forward and darted his tongue out, licking up a scar that ran through Remus’s nipple. Remus shuddered out a broken ‘sirius’.
Without a warning, Remus flipped Sirius over on his back, ripping off his shirt. “Fuck- ouchouchouch” Sirius hissed, Remus having forgotten about the cuts on his back.
“Oh Merlin” Remus moaned “I’m so sorry Sirius, fuck” he kissed Sirius and gently touched his new forming scars. “Turn over, I don’t want them rubbing against the bed.” And Sirius complied, he always does with Remus.
Sirius shimmied out of his pants, leaving him vulnerable and nude for his lover to take.
The most memorable thing Sirius remembers is Remus bending over and kissing his scars while thrusting into him. Being bent over and fucked to completion had never felt so romantic, caring.