“I will have no more of this, Moony!”, Sirius said in a tone that was not quite screaming, but alarmingly close to it, “I’ll give you a lift to the airport! You’re not going to go there alone.”
Remus knew better than to argue with a close-to-agitated Sirius, surely, but that never stopped him from doing so nonetheless. “I’m not getting on that motorcycle of yours, Padfoot. And anyway, I’m a grown adult, why would I need to be escorted all the way to the Airport? I could just apparate there, you know?”
“Well, then you could just apparate to.. where are you even going, Moony? And anyway, why would you refuse to get on my motorcycle and then get on a plane which, emphasis on this, flies as well? I can’t figure you out, Moony. You are full of mysteries.”
Remus couldn’t help but smile at that last part. “Oh Sirius. You love me for my mysteries.”
Sirius blushed. “Not only that.” He pulled Remus into a kiss and, as he slowly pulled away, seemed to produce his motorcycle’s keys from behind Moony’s ear. Remus rolled his eyes at that poor attempt of a magic trick.
“You’ll never make a decent magician, you know that, right?
“Well I’m a wizard, Moony, what good would being a magician be anyway?”, Sirius smirked. “Come on now, honey,” he pronounced the last word in such an eerie, pulled way said honey couldn’t stiffle a giggle, “don’t you have a plane to catch?”
Remus rolled his eyes again, but then promptly clutched his trunk. “If you insist, my dearest partner of greatness, take me to the airport.”
Sirius started towards their flat’s door, just to hold in his tracks half a second later. “Hamlet!”, he exclaimed, looking rather triumphant.
“Macbeth”, Remus replied, “but close enough. You’ll never get the hang of Shakespeare, I’m afraid.”
“I did get the Shakespeare part right though, didn’t I?”, Sirius frowned, opening the door. He would never admit this, but he loved Moony correcting him on literature-knowledge-mistakes. At times, he would ‘accidentally’ mistake a Shakespeare quote for an Oscar Wilde one, just to enjoy the show.
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“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Padfoot! Where on earth am I going to put my trunk? There’s barely enough space for the two of us on that damned bike”, Remus said, as soon as they reached said motorcycle, in a last, desperate attempt to get his boyfriend away from the idea of taking him to the airport on that menacing, flying bike.
Sirius immediately understood what Remus was trying to do and, with a mere flick of his wand and a mumbled “Reducio”, made Moony’s trunk shrink to the size of a box of matches.
Remus looked defeated. “Well then. Uhm.. thanks for that, Pads. I’m ever so grateful for your quick thinking and great talent at problem solving and your.. immaculate empathy.”
Sirius broke into such a frightening, loud fit of laughter, Remus was scared his lungs might spontaneously implode. The laughter did prove the last point he made, though, Remus thought. He went on to nudge Sirius in his endangered ribs to make him stop laughing, which resulted in him starting to cough violently.
“Oh Merlin’s beard, Moony. How do you always manage to be so ridiculously hilarious when intending to be mean?”, Sirius asked, as soon as his, in Remus’ opinion, exaggerated coughing attack had seized.
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“Please, Sirius, be careful!”, Moony pleaded, as soon as his boyfriend had steered the bike onto the road, most precariously.
“Aaagh, you know me, Moons! I couldn’t be more engaged with anything than with your safety”, Sirius, who had just started making the motorcycle take off into the sky, replied, with a notable hint of honesty.
“I’m serious, Padfoot! You know I can’t cope with heights and how wobbly this whole.. apparatus is.”
“No, I’m Sirius”, Sirius said, grinning a bit foolishly, knowing jolly well the oldest joke of all time could not, not now, not in a millenium, convince his better half to be confident in his abilities of steering a very much illegal flying motorcycle over London.
“Sirius!”, Remus exclaimed, tensing up against Sirius’ back.
“Oh Moony, just trust me. I’ve been on so many trips on this good ol’ gal, nothing could possibly- oh,” Sirius said, suddenly sounding much less confident than he had just seconds before.
“What is it? Pads? What the fuck are you playing at?”, Remus asked, now earnestly scared.
“Uhhh… nothing. Absolutely nothing. Haha… just.. hold on to me tight, would you?”, Sirius replied, sounding rather scared himself, “you don’t think it’s possible to disapparate a bike with you, do you?”
“Sirius!! Are you implying.. right, just what are you implying?” Remus yelled above the sudden quiet surrounding the motorcycle. “Wait. Padfoot, what has happened to the engine? Where did all of the noise go? Don’t tell me we’re going to crash.”
“Well, I wouldn’t put it that way, truly. I would simply say we’re… well, we are probably going to crash, yes”, Sirius said, his voice growing quieter with every word.
“Oh for fuck’s bloody sake, Sirius! What exactly are you going to do about this? Episkey? No, wait, that’s used to repair humans.. uhm.. reparo? It surely is worth a try, right?”
“I’ll tell you just what we are going to do. Do you see that tree there, pretty much right infront of us? Yeah. Hold on to me tight, there we go,” Sirius said, sounding, in his opinion, much more composed again, and with that, he pulled both of them through space, apparating. Right next to said tree, now looking at the motorcycle from the ground, watching it getting closer to the tree at an immense speed. Remus got his wand out at once, flicking it, bringing the bike to an immediate halt. Remus saw Sirius’ eyes grow wide from the corner of his own. He had obviously actually intended to let his most prized possession crash into a tree. Remus went on to Wingardium Leviosa the bike, making it float up to them slowly but surely.
“I trust you’ll figure out how to repair it?”, Remus asked, smiling at Sirius, “I’ve got a plane to catch, remember?” With that, he stepped forward, gave Padfoot a quick kiss on the tip of his nose, stepped back and vanished at once, leaving behind a deeply confused Sirius Black and his immobile bike.