Chapter 1
Saying Sirius nearly passed out when he entered the tattoo parlor this morning would not be an exaggeration. Although, it wasn’t for the usual reason why people pass out in tattoo parlors. No, surprisingly, Sirius was not enduring a painful tattoo, but instead, going through painful heartburn.
“James, baby, if this is my early Christmas present, I swear on my dead mom I’ll love you forever,” Sirius whispered to the man who just opened the door.
Giving Sirius a large hug, though normal sized for James, he shot Sirius a sly grin and chuckled, “No, Siri, that’s the IT guy.”
Sirius groaned and said, “You're breaking my heart here James,” While sulking over to the only two people in the room who were taller than him. Sirius was well above the average height since he reached around 5’10 or 5’11, but James liked to make it apparent that he was a solid 6-foot individual. But the IT guy- oh how he loved the IT guy- seemed to be around 6’4. Which made it even worse, Sirius tended to lust over people taller than him, as if his crush on James in 4th year did not make that clear.
“-you see this cable? Well, it wasn't plugged in, which didn't allow you to access your files from earlier, so you overall wouldn't be able to find your client’s information. So just remember-” Remus said, and Sirius couldn't help but stare. A modern Adonis stood 2 feet in front of him, yet he couldn't say anything about it. Everything about him was just so perfect. The way his curls that look as if they were practically spun with strands of gold, framed his pale face. His lips chewed to a merlot shade, contrasting with his caramel eyes. He was thin, making his features appear sharp, yet Sirius couldn't help but agree they had a strange softness to them. He was so caught up in eye-devouring this man, that he didn't notice said man was staring right back at him. “May I help you?”
Yes, in so many ways. “Uh no, but I figured I should introduce myself,” said Sirius, awkwardly sticking his hand out. Sirius looked down, and read “Remus'' off his plastic name tag. “I’m Remus,” He said, flashing Remus his most enchanting smile.
The effect of confidence after Sirius realized what he just said wore down soon enough. “Really? Strange, I’m named Remus as well, quite funny since it's not a particularly common name,” Sirius blushed furiously, yet Remus seemed as cool as ever.
“I can't believe myself, I'm so sorry, like honestly, I can't believe I just said that, um- honest, I'm really sorry- MY NAME IS SIRIUS!” He said finally, louder than he intended. He cringed when some interested customers looked his way.
Remus smirked, and Sirius wanted to die right then and there. There was a strong chance he was, considering how fast his head was filling with blood, at this point he probably matched his own lipstick shade. “Well it’s nice to meet you Sirius, but I really should get back to explaining to James here how to access his files correctly,”
“Yeah, of course,” said Sirius, feeling a little disgruntled. He wasn't used to rejection, hell, he can't remember a time he was rejected. Thinking on it, that makes him sound poncy. He sludged back to his office, checking to see who his next client was.
Oh my god.
Sirius groaned as if this day couldn't get any worse.
Sirius walked out of his office, putting on the biggest smile he could muster. James and Remus curiously looked back at him, probably wondering why he was in so much pain. The bell on the door jingled, revealing a 5’5 man walking straight towards Sirius.
“Hey baby, how are those guns treating you?” He winked, coming in for a hug, which Sirius dodged skillfully, and with experience.
“Hello Mr. Lockhart, the tattoo guns are fine, what can I help you with today?” Sirius replied drily. Lockhart was possibly one of his least favorite clients. He flirted shamelessly, and always tried to invite Sirius to some fancy gala. It's not that he was bad-looking, he was a celebrity client for Christ's sake, but his arrogance beat his looks about 10 to 1.
Lockhart giggled, batting his eyelashes. “Oh Siri, call me Gilderoy, Gil if you may, and you know I don’t mean those guns,” He ran a hand up Sirius’ arm, throwing him a wink.
“I always remain professional, Mr. Lockhart,” said Sirius, swatting away his hand, “Are you looking at tattoo designs?”
“Oh yes! I’m thinking of a pelvic hip tattoo, thoughts?” Lockhart had a hungry grin on his face. Sirius rolled his eyes, leading him away from the waiting room.
“How large?” Sirius asked, listing off the common questions to design a tattoo.
“Oh, very large,” Lockhart said seductively.
“Are we thinking a 3-hour tattoo?” Sirius said, remaining collected.
“The longer you have your hands on me, the better,” Lockhart smirked and failed at biting his lip. He seemed closer to a teenage boy flirting with a girl for the first time, than an A-list celebrity.
“Okay, black and white or color?” Sirius said, innocently. It was going to be a long day.