“You’re a bloody idiot,” Regulus hissed, folding his arms. Sirius shrugged, leaning back in the uncomfortable chair he was given. Even a suspect needs a comfy chair, don’t they?
Regulus sighed, beginning to stand up. “Another officer will be interrogating you. Ne merde pas (Don’t fuck up),” Regulus opened the door, and left with those parting words, leaving Sirius alone in the dimly lit room. He glanced towards the camera, knowing Regulus would be watching him from there.
This was so fucked up.
The door swung open again. Sirius blinked harshly against the sudden glare of light.
Fuck.
A man entered the room. Tall. Very tall. Sirius took in the pale-ish skin, and the scars that marred it. It just made him look better. The man (or officer, whatever) slipped into the seat previously occupied by Regulus, seeming to be judging Sirius. He then pulled out a file, flicking it open.
“Sirius Orion Black,” the man said, with surprise on his pretty face. Sirius smirked, enjoying his reactions. “Like Regulus’ brother?” A pause, where he seemed to be distracted. Sirius stared up at the ceiling, wishing that he had a cigarette on him. “I know I was supposed to read the file. I’m turning off the earpiece if you don’t shut up Lily.” The man turned back to Sirius, scanning through the file, almost tiredly.
“Alright, according to Lily, I have to introduce myself. Remus Lupin. Don’t ask for my middle name. Cooperate and this will be over fast,” the man, Remus, rattled off. “So you’re being suspected for vandalism.”
Sirius tilted his head to the side, recalling what Regulus had briefed him about. “Oh. Yeah. That,” Sirius replied, hand slipping into his pocket to look for his cigarettes by habit. Damn it, that blonde haired officer who Regulus called Dora had taken it, because Regulus had sold him out on that. What a nice brother.
“No wonder Regulus insisted on taking this case,” Remus muttered, just loudly enough for Sirius to hear. “There’s video evidence of you walking past the not-yet vandalized wall, holding a can, right before the video is cut.” Remus looked up at him, through his stupidly long eyelashes. “Convenient, no?”
Sirius leaned forward. “It isn’t my fault that the camera broke right at that moment. And all CCTV cameras are stupidly blurry. I was holding a can of coke. Nothing else,” he groaned, rubbing his eyes. His hand was trembling. He really needed a smoke right now.
“Once the camera was back on, which was about two hours later, the wall was vandalized. A can of blue graffiti was lying on the floor, with no fingerprints,” Remus continued.
“I wasn’t wearing gloves! It’s clearly seen in the video!” Sirius exclaimed, seeing an opportunity. Remus looked down at the file, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a box of cigarettes. Sirius stared at it as he lit a cigarette, and breathed it in, puffing out the smoke. His fingers itched, wanting to just snatch the cigarette out of his hand.
“You don’t need gloves to not leave fingerprints. And the camera cut. For all we know, you could have done something,” Remus said after taking a long drag. Sirius didn’t answer, focusing on the cigarette instead. He always had one in tough situations and this one definitely counted. He seriously needed one right now. He fidgeted the charm on his silver bracelet, crossing and uncrossing his legs. Shit, when was his last smoke? Was it two weeks ago? He couldn’t remember.
Remus was saying something. “Huh, what?” Sirius asked, blinking rapidly to clear the sudden haze that had settled in his mind. What was with him?
Remus glanced up at him, eyeing him critically. “I was saying that vandalism has many consequences…do you need something, Mr. Black?” Remus asked, seem to realise that something was wrong.
Sirius weighed the options he had. “Yeah. Could I have a cigarette?” Sirius blatantly replied, watching Remus’ fingers as they twirled the cigarette. Index and middle, middle and ring, ring and pinky, then back again.
“That was my last one, so no.”
“Oh come on! Sharing is caring?”
Remus glared at him. Sirius stared as he seemed to consider things, watching as his expression changed slightly with every new idea. Finally, he stood up, leaning forward, towering over Sirius. Sirius leaned back in his seat, arms crossed, tilting his head back slightly, meeting Remus’ eye with a spark of a challenge.
Something flared in Remus’ eyes, something Sirius couldn’t really place. Agonizingly slowly, he lifted the cigarettes to his lips, taking a deep drag of it. Bracing the hand holding the cigarette against the table, his free hand came up, his index finger lightly pushing his head back more. His thumb pulled gently at Sirius’ bottom lip, making him open his mouth slightly.
Remus hovered just slightly above Sirius, his mouth so close that if Sirius moved up slightly, they would meet. He blew the smoke out into Sirius’ mouth before he could react. Sirius closed his eyes, enjoying the familiar, bitter taste of the smoke. His nerves calmed, and he no longer felt as restless or in dire need of smoking anymore. It relaxed him, and he sighed softly.
And then Remus was gone.
The door swung open, hitting the wall with a loud noise. Sirius blinked, unable to process what had just happened. “I want you to know that I almost threw up,” Regulus informed him, slamming a hand on the table.
Sirius didn’t bother listening to his brother. There was a light, pink dusting on his cheeks, and he stared absent-mindedly at the floor, letting Regulus go on whatever rant he was going on about. Because oh.
Oh.
— — —
Remus leaned against the wall, trying to catch his breath. What the fuck did he just do? Remus mentally cursed himself out. But you couldn’t really blame him. He had walked into the room, fully unprepared to see the prettiest person he’d ever seen. He didn’t even know how he’d managed to keep his shit together after that. He’d barely been there.
“So…” Lily hummed, looking pointedly at the monitor. The siblings were talking or arguing? It seemed pretty one-sided, with Regulus doing most of the talking.
“Shut up,” Remus hissed, scowling at Lily, who burst into laughter. He glanced at the screen again. At Sirius, who was drumming his fingers on the table. He was fucked.
So, so, fucked.