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March 1982

��Oh the wind whistles down,

The cold dark street tonight.

And the people they were dancing to the music vibe.

And the boys chase the girls with the curls in their hair,

While the shy tormented youth sit way over there,

And the songs they get louder

Each one better than before.� �This is the Life�.

�Why do you
insist on making me come to this dump?� Severus grumbled, casting a filthy look
about the muggle pub in which he sat.

�It�s not a
dump,� Remus said absentmindedly, refusing to look up from the paper he was
reading.

�Well there
are classier places to spend one�s birthday,� Severus exhaled, but sank deeper
into his uncomfortable chair and prepared to shut up.

�My
birthday, I can spend it where I want,� Remus folded the paper up and threw it
with a slap onto the wooden table, smiling impishly as he did so.

Severus
shot him a look which told him he thought he was mad, but said nothing further,
fixing his eyes on a group of young muggles in the corner grouped around a pool
table.

�I really
don�t get muggle fashion,� he slid his gaze to the floor. �Seriously.
Look at that bloke�s trousers over there. They�re so tight around the crotch
he�s never going to produce offspring.�

Remus
choked on his mouthful of vodka and lemonade and turned round to surreptitiously
look. �Ouch. No. You�re right. But then your own jeans this evening aren�t
exactly baggy, Sev.�

Severus
inwardly winced at the casual nickname Remus seemed to have adopted that had
only ever previously been used by one other person. He fought down the burn in
his chest and frowned at his thighs. �What�s wrong with them?�

�Nothing,
I�m just saying you can�t wax lyrical when your own backside is as on display.�

�It isn�t!�

�How would
you know? It�s not like you can see it,� Remus winked with a smirk. He
swallowed another mouthful. �Anyway. You know what fashion�s like� they�ll all be regretting it in ten years
time, just like it�s very clear that neon clubbing robes were never going to
cut it in the wizarding world. We�re not so different from them.�

�Merlin, if
there was ever anything that eye cleansing solution was invented for, it was
neon clubbing robes,� Severus rubbed a hand over his stubble and laughed
gently.

�Well eye
bleach has to be good for something, it hurts,� Remus grinned.

Severus
yawned and shook his head slightly, feeling tiredness creep through his veins.
It was late and he�d met Remus after training, determined that he wouldn�t
spend his birthday alone. But it was Friday night and he�d had a tough week, he
could happily have gone straight home and gone to bed at half past seven. And
now it was half past eleven and he was positively flagging.

Remus
noticed and picked up his drink to slide the remaining liquid down his throat
in one go. �Come on party animal, let�s get you home,� he pushed back his chair
and got to his feet, reaching for his jacket. �I swear to Salazar you�re an old
man in disguise.�

�At least I
don�t look it,� Severus said with sweet waspishness, and stood up, looking
beyond Remus to the street outside, where rain was falling past the window in
rods. �We�re going to get soaked.�

Remus gave
him an eye roll and led the way out with a wave to the barman, smelling the
rain coming to greet him. The clean scent refreshed him after the smoky, yeasty
pub. Severus was right, it was absolutely lashing down. He pushed open the door
and stepped out, the water instantly flattening his hair.

�Bloody
marvellous,� Severus muttered with a scowl in Remus� direction, and yanked the
zipper of his jacket all the way up to his chin and shoved his hands in his
pockets.

�Sorry for
having a birthday,� Remus shot at him, and stomped through the nearest puddle,
sending it splashing up both of their legs with a smirk.

�Oh you
little bast-�

But Remus
was already off, jumping round the puddles with childish grace, hands not even
bothering to shield his hair or face �there was no point, he was already wet.
Scowling, Severus bowed his head and followed at a quick pace to catch Remus
up.

�I would
have thought that your twenty-second birthday would see you acting like an
adult,� Severus called over the rain as Remus swung round a lamp post, smiling
softly.

�Where would the fun be in that?� He stopped facing Severus, who had to halt in
the rain to prevent them both colliding.

Severus
looked at the rain trickling over the pale skin of Remus� face, his hair a dark
mess plastered to his head. But thinking on it, Remus dealt with enough every
day of his life to have made him adult long before his time. If he wanted to
swing round lamp posts in the rain to retain any shred of childish innocence,
Severus wouldn�t begrudge him it, even if he wasn�t about to start
participating.

The last
three months had taken their toll on Remus. He was thinner than ever before,
despite the fact Severus was shovelling food down his throat. And his
transformations were hideous, not that Severus ever saw them, only the gory
aftermath. Of course Remus was still in shock, and still grieving for his
missing lover. And he was confused by the apparent betrayal; it was causing havoc
with his mental state. Severus himself was hardly in a better place �and
neither was his liver from the alcohol he was sinking.

�You�re
impossible,� he said finally, shaking his head slightly to get the rain out of
his eyes.

Remus
froze, hand still on the post. Severus realised that he must have stumbled
across yet another phrase that Sirius had used regularly. Some days he couldn�t
even open his mouth without Remus turning into a block of ice.

�Come on,
let�s get out of this,� Severus bowed his head again and made to move, but
found Remus grabbing him by the waist and pulling him closer.

Severus
didn�t want another night of confusion. He was already tired, and aching, and
he wanted to go sleep. Kissing in the rain wouldn�t strive to make his evening any
better.

The last
time they�d kissed had been a week ago, and it left both of them feeling dirty
and perplexed. Remus felt like he was cheating on Sirius and Severus just felt
depressed that Remus wasn�t who he wanted to be kissing the most. Not that I didn�t appreciate the kissing at
all, Severus thought.

Severus
opened his mouth to speak, to protest at Remus pulling him closer, but the
words wouldn�t come. He could feel the werewolf�s hand blazing through his
clothes, the heat seeping into his skin. The other hand came off the post and
Remus wrapped himself around Severus� waist completely, bringing their faces
together.

�You know
you like watching me in the rain,� Remus told him quietly with intense eyes. He
bumped their noses together. Severus said nothing. �And you know you want to
give me a birthday kiss.�

Severus
couldn�t help a chuckle at that. �Birthday kisses don�t tend to work out so
well for us, don�t you remember?�

Remus� eyes
found the small bump on Severus� nose and flushed a little. �I do remember. But. Nobody�s going to break anybody�s nose now; the nose
breaker is sufficiently locked up.�

�Did you
just make a joke about it?� Severus� eyes widened.

�I suppose�
I guess I did,� Remus breathed. �I think it might be part of the whole �anger�
phase.�

And Remus
had been growing increasingly angry over the whole situation. Not just about
the unfairness, but specifically at Sirius. Severus had heard him rant over and
over that he should have just found him, told him somehow what was going through
his head, and trembling with fury that he�d apparently been betrayed. Not that
Severus was convinced that Remus really thought he had been betrayed at all. He
was still clinging on to vague hope that it was all a very elaborate mistake.

But with
each passing day Severus knew the hope diminished, millimetre by millimetre.
Not his love, he knew that wouldn�t fade so quickly, but the hope� that was
definitely going. Severus felt immense pity, and whilst he hated the grief he
felt for the loss of the first friend he�d ever had, the girl he�d fallen in
love with at the age of eight, he wouldn�t have traded places with Remus for
all the gold in the world. Lily was gone. And he would spend his life atoning
for his mistakes. But she would never return for him. Remus, on the other hand,
was now faced with the prospect of Sirius being alive but changed by the
guardians of his prison, and never being the same again. Alive, but he might as
well have been dead. No, Severus knew he would never have traded places with Remus.
It was all he could do to help him through it, even though he was receiving
very little help in return.

It wasn�t
through Remus� lack of trying, however. Severus simply refused to talk about
any of it. He had told Remus on no uncertain terms that if he wanted to be
welcome at Spinners End then he would not ask questions and agree to a truce of
silence. Remus had instantly agreed, the thought of
losing his only saviour was too much.

As Remus�
arms tightened on his waist, Severus sighed quietly and leant forward to rest
his forehead against the other man�s. It was giving in, he knew. But he was too
tired to put up a fight.

�Can I come
back to yours?� Remus asked quietly, lips dangerously close to caressing
against Severus�.

�Am I
likely to send you home on your own on your bloody birthday?� Severus closed
his eyes and muttered.

Half an
hour later, they were both dry in the tiny, cramped living room. The windows
had steamed up with the heat they brought with them and Remus� nose was swamped
by the damp smell.

�Stop
making that face,� Severus rolled his eyes whilst working a towel through his
hair. �If you hadn�t insisted on standing out in it then the room wouldn�t
stink.�

Remus
yawned and stretched his arms up over his head, feeling a deep ache in his
spine as he did so. The full moon was only two nights away and he was already
restless and aching. It�d be another bad one.

�Don�t yawn
at me, that�s rude,� Severus threw the towel over the edge of the living room
door to dry. �Bed. Now. I�m
tired.� He walked to the bottom of the stairs.

�Not just
yet,� Remus caught him about the waist again and Severus huffed, annoyed at the
ease of which Remus seemed able to do that.

�You are
without doubt the most annoyingly grabby person I�ve ever met,� he scowled, but
didn�t pull away as he was scooped into the now-dry chest and held there.

�You need
grabby in your life,� Remus muttered, sliding his hands up to frame Severus�
face in them. �If you didn�t you�d be without human touch.�

Severus�
first thought was to retort that Remus wasn�t completely human so he was still
without human touch, but he bit down his cruel remark and simply said, �True,�
meekly instead.

Remus
laughed a little and massaged the scalp he could reach through his hair.
Severus groaned slightly against his better judgement; he couldn�t deny that
the fingers felt heavenly when he was so sleepy. They stilled and he was about
to open his eyes to complain when he felt lips against his own and the kiss
from earlier had clearly only been halted.

A soft
tongue brushed against him, demanding entrance. Intoxicated, Severus let it in and
slid his own arms around Remus� back, suddenly welcoming the warmth and the
closeness. Remus groaned and massaged their tongues together gently. He didn�t
know when kissing Severus had started to feel so comforting. The first few
times it had been merely strange, even though Remus had instigated each and
every kiss. But standing in the dimly lit, horribly decorated hallway, Remus
realised that kissing Severus felt like warming his hands in front of a fire.

The kiss
deepened and Severus realised he was tilting his head back, submitting to
Remus, and he felt his back connect with the wall as he was pressed into it. He
didn�t know why he so willingly submitted, either. He wasn�t without sexual
experience and he knew he liked being the dominant force in any pairing,
whether male or female. But for Remus he quite happily let himself be pushed
into the wall and kissed. And it was very obvious with whom the power lay as
Remus leant over him. Whether it was because of the nature of their friendship,
or because Remus had to be that way because of his wolf, Severus had never
quite figured out. But it did confuse him, why he was so willing to submit to
Remus.

�How about
we take this upstairs?� Remus whispered.

The request
jerked Severus back to reality. It had never been there so brazenly before and
Severus had assumed that neither of them was ready to move to that step again. He
assumed Remus felt the same as him -that they were both too raw to consider the
possibility. But he could feel on his hip that Remus was most definitely
considering it. He could feel his own body responding too.

�We don�t
have to go all the way,� Remus kissed along his jaw. �I�m just� so fed up of��

He didn�t
have to finish his sentence for Severus to know what he was saying. �Okay,� he
whispered uncertainly.

Remus led
the way up the stairs, keeping Severus� hand firmly in his as he went. Severus
turned off all the lights as they went, swallowing somewhat nervously, though
he couldn�t fathom why.

�I know
it�s late,� Remus said softly, embracing him again as soon as they were in his
bedroom. �But tomorrow�s Saturday and I know you don�t have plans, so it
doesn�t matter.�

�How do you
know I don�t have plans?� Severus muttered, but he was already kissing Remus as
soon as the words left his tongue. �You�re far too nosy for your own good,
wolf,� he grinned slightly, and felt the bed connect with the back of his
thighs.

Remus
laughed. He released Severus and stepped back to push off his somewhat soggy
shoes and watched as his dark haired friend scooted over to his usual side of
the bed, lying down fully dressed. Remus followed his example as soon as his
feet were free and pulled him into his arms for another kiss.

�Mmm,� Severus couldn�t help the encouragement from tumbling from his lips.

�You like
my kissing?� Remus teased, bringing up a hand to run through his hair.

�It�s not
bad,� Severus tried haughtily, but he could feel his heartbeat giving him away
�sometimes it was absolutely infuriating that Remus had such heightened senses.

�Liar,�
Remus pressed up against him more firmly, bringing a hand down to grab at his
backside, a previously untested move.

If Severus
minded, he didn�t show it to Remus, who gave it a squeeze with the apparent
freedom. �I think you should wear the same jeans as that man in the pub� I
think they�d look good.�

�Not on your hairy life,� Severus muttered and kissed Remus again.

They fell
into a gentle rhythm of kissing and pushing against one another, a rhythm
which, both were ashamed to acknowledge, was more suited to trembling teenagers
than the twenty-two year olds they were. But it felt so good neither could
resist keeping it up, even though the kiss got a little deeper and Severus found
himself grabbing body parts in response to Remus doing so.

Both felt
guilty. There wasn�t any question of that. Even as Remus cleaved to Severus he
felt like he was betraying his lover, even though he was miles away, seemingly
never to come back. Severus felt guilty for taking pleasure in the warm,
wanting body next to him on the bed when he didn�t deserve it. And what they
both felt most guilty about was that neither of them could stop.

It was
getting more desperate, each kiss followed by ragged gasps, hips thrusting and
erections becoming more pained as they were crushed together through layers of
clothing. Remus was longing to reach in between them and touch, but thought it
might push the boundary too far, and if he didn�t get some kind of release he was going to go mad. He didn�t know that
Severus was trying to talking himself out of exactly the same action.

�This is��
Severus finally breathed, taking his hand off Remus� back to put it to his own
crotch, �stupid.�

�Oh god
thank you,� Remus groaned, his head falling forwards and landing on Severus�s
shoulder, as he reached for his own erection.

Still
pressed up against the other, it was enough to provide them both with
catalysts. Remus shifted so he was half on top of Severus and pushed down,
squashing hands and erections alike, causing both of them to moan. Severus
threw his other arm up around Remus� neck and kept him in place as he thrust up
into his body and shuddered as he leaked his orgasm into his underwear, the
sticky heat making him tingle. Remus saw the hazy pleasure on his face and
jerked forward, coming quickly with a gasp into Severus� mouth. Both were
groaning as they relaxed and Remus fell sideways back
onto the bed.

�That was
far nicer than doing it alone,� he murmured as Severus extinguished the bedroom
light.

�Mmm,�
Severus answered from deep within his throat and Remus could tell he was
falling asleep. He scooted closer in the darkness and wrapped his arms around
the sleeping man, listening to the rain falling outside.

***

When Severus
awoke the next morning, he was aware of the sound of pouring rain outside the
house instantly. It seemed heavier than the night before. He realised he was
beneath the covers and, unusually, wearing only his underwear. He could have
sworn he�d fallen asleep fully dressed and on top of his duvet. He heard a soft
snort to his left and recognised Remus� breathing pattern. There was his
explanation of how he ended up properly in bed, then.

Severus was
no stranger to passing out fully clothed on top of the bed and it had long
ceased to affect the quality of his night�s sleep, but Remus would never
understand that. If Severus was learning anything about Remus it was about how
�normal� he had to be in his day-to-day life and sleeping on top of the duvet
fully clothed wasn�t a normal way of sleeping. He turned his head on the pillow
to look at Remus and found him sprawled on his front, face buried into the
pillow, the duvet halfway down his scarred back.

Eyes
sliding back to the ceiling, Severus� thoughts instantly turned to the new
direction they had gone in the night before. It wasn�t sex, that was obvious,
but the need and want were the same. The attraction was the same, or at least
it was for him. Remus was still beautiful, despite his aged appearance, greying
hair and scarred body. Severus knew his own orgasm had been mostly spurred on
by that. But if Remus felt the same, he didn�t know. And then the guilt fell
down on him again and he closed his eyes against the yellowing ceiling. If this is how you feel during a bit of
fucking frottage, how would you react to sleeping with him? Kill yourself
probably. Idiot.

A rumble of
thunder sounded over head and Severus turned to look through the crack in the
curtains. It was certainly raining every bit as hard as the night before when
Remus had been dancing in the puddles. Another crash hit and Severus snuggled
further down into the duvet, glad it was Saturday and glad he had nowhere to
go. And, rather embarrassedly, he was also glad that Remus had nowhere to go
and nothing to do either, because it would keep him next to him in the bed as
long as he wanted to be there, and Severus was sure that would be as long as
possible.

He gave a
small sigh and pulled the duvet up over his chin so it rested on his lips, like
he used to when he was a child, lying in bed, scared of the insanely loud
shouting from the house�s lower level. Those that had shouted were dead and
buried, but he could hear their voices as though it were only the day before.
He sighed again, the rain always made him reminisce through memories which he
knew he should set a torch to in his mind. If
it was that easy to forget, nobody would ever regret anything. He swallowed
and thought of Lily, his beautiful friend.

It was so
warm lying there next to Remus. He realised that their sleepovers were becoming
more and more frequent. With a wry smile he could just hear what Sirius Black
would be saying if he knew what they were doing, or that Remus had run straight
to Severus on reading the news of his arrest. If it�d been anyone else Severus
might have considered the possibility that they�d just be grateful Remus wasn�t
alone in the world. But no, Sirius Black wouldn�t feel grateful; he�d be
spitting acid on his cell floor if he knew.

Remus
groaned from the pillow and Severus jumped slightly, letting his head fall to
the side again to look. His face was obscured but when he spoke his voice was
clear.

�Morning already?�

�Apparently
so... Bitch of a thing, just comes around without invitation.�

�Like me?�
Remus grinned and raised his head up; his hair was peaked in strange shapes
where he�d gone to bed with it wet.

�Morning�s
not as handsome as you,� Severus raised his eyebrow.

�Oh,
charmer,� Remus laughed and turned onto his side to cuddle into Severus, who
was still lying flat on his back.

Severus
laughed quietly but stopped when he saw Remus smiling at him teasingly. �What?�

�Look at you all locked up in your duvet fort,� Remus sniggered. �That�s rather
cute.�

�I am not cute,� Severus huffed, and pulled the duvet away from his chin to
prove a point, but his neck was instantly cold.

�Oh, don�t
be daft,� Remus re-arranged it back into position and gave Severus a
condescending pat on the head. �There we go �ickle Severuskins.�

�Get out,�
Severus said immediately, though he couldn�t quite make the cold tone stretch
up to his eyes.

Remus
yawned. �I would if I could but I can�t because I don�t want to.�

�Oh very
smart,� Severus muttered, rolling his eyes.

�And I�m
too tired,� Remus added quietly. �I ache all over.�

�Horrible day
outside,� Severus mused, looking back over at the window, where if anything it
looked even darker through the glass.

�You�re
talking about the weather?� Remus laughed. �Merlin, if we�re running out of
decent things to talk about already then we�re doomed, Sev.�

�I meant
that it�s a horrible day outside� so� why don�t we just stay in here?�

�In the house?� Remus teased.

�In bed, you wanker,� Severus scowled, hating being
played with.

Remus
placed a soft kiss on the end of Severus� nose and smiled. �Sounds good to me�
Catching up on sleep before the moon is always a good idea for me. Unless�you
meant something else by staying in bed��

�I�m not
going to dignify that with an answer,� he snorted in reply.

Remus was
laughing again. �What happened to the forward teenager I once knew, eh?�

Severus
didn�t answer at all that time, just sunk down into the bed and closed his
eyes. Remus fell silent and sensed that he�d said the wrong thing; he placed an
apologetic hand on Severus� chest beneath the cover. He wasn�t allowed to ask
questions. Normally, that would have infuriated Remus beyond all comprehension,
but there was always something in Severus� eyes that told him he really, truly
didn�t want to know what he was hiding. Remus was already broken enough �he didn�t
need more hurt. He was surprised when Severus finally answered.

�Your forward teenager was broken,� he whispered, looking intently at the
ceiling. �Don�t expect to see him back.�

Remus leant
forward and placed a sweet kiss on Severus� lips to stop him from speaking what
was obviously painful. What they were doing might not be classed as healthy or
responsible, but Remus knew for him, at least, it was the only source of
comfort he had. And although Severus would never admit it, Remus suspected he
was performing the same role for the dark haired, sallow skinned man lying next
to him.

�So you
really do just want to sleep?� Remus asked with a smile, trying to lighten the
mood.

Severus
didn�t answer again. Remus took that as his cue to shut up and rolled flat on
his back, an ache in his pelvis making him appreciate how truly warm the bed
was as they lay side by side, not touching or speaking.

Remus was
just drifting back off to sleep when he felt the bed dip and the cover lift up.
He opened his eyes to see Severus sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of his
eyes.

�Why are
you getting up?� Remus asked automatically. �I thought we were staying in bed?�

�You�d like
me to go to the toilet in it as well?� Severus raised an eyebrow.

�No. Though
to be honest I�ve slept in far worse,� Remus winked.

�Disgusting creature.�

�You need
some new insults. Try fleabag or mangy mutt next time.�

Severus got
up and shivered leaving the hot trapped air of the duvet. �Oh,
yeah! Did you have to strip me off last night?�

�I wasn�t going
to put you in bed fully clothed,� Remus struggled to sit up. �And anyway, I
thought it was time I took matters into my own hands. I was never going to get
to see that body of yours under your steam, was I?�

Narrow eyes
trained on him and Remus thought about clutching his heart and making a Medusa
stare joke, but thought better of it. �I thought you needed the loo?�

�Just
momentarily astounded by your impertinence,� Severus sighed dramatically and
then was gone from the room.

Remus fell
back down in the bed and gathered the duvet around him, inhaling as he did so.
There was an overriding smell of powdery cinnamon and that was Severus. The
smell made him feel so safe and warm. He loved being in Severus� bed. That
realisation had come to him a few weeks earlier when he didn�t want to leave it
even for two minutes to go to the toilet in the middle of the night. And it had
been a further realisation when he was squinting in the darkness trying to
relieve himself that it wasn�t just the bed he missed, it was Severus.

Severus �huffy, grumpy, hard-shelled. Remus couldn�t deny that his bed
mate was all of those things, but Remus had grown to appreciate him in a way he
hadn�t thought was possible. It was different to when they were sixteen. At
sixteen they�d been nervous, merely experimenting. But the last three months
had made something else blossom out of their tragedy �a friendship. A bloody
odd friendship, Remus would always concede. Odd because Severus was so cutting
and dour, and Remus so warm and friendly; they made the strangest pair
together.

Remus was
well aware that Severus was the only person that he had keeping him sane.� Severus was the only person stopping him from
marching up to Azkaban and going insane enough that they�d just let him in and
lock him up alongside Sirius. No matter how much he liked what he and the
Slytherin had together, however, Remus would throw it all away if a knock on
the door came and Sirius was there, holding a slab of chocolate and proclaiming
it was all just a mighty cock up and he was a free man again.

Thinking on
that, Remus was rewarded with a guilty stab in the gut. He swallowed at the
prospect of throwing Severus aside again so callously� and it wasn�t as if he�d
not already done it once. He had managed to glean from the things Severus said
that he had always been a little bit disappointed that Remus had chosen Sirius
at Hogwarts and not come after him.

That
confused Remus. Severus loved Lily. He still loved her, even though she was
buried in Godric�s Hollow next to James. Remus had
been to see the graves for closure. Severus broke down at the suggestion and
hid for an hour until he�d gained control of his face again. Remus also knew,
because he was not an idiot (no matter how many times Severus kindly suggested
that fact), that there was more behind Severus� grief over Lily than he was
letting on. But Remus wasn�t going to break the �no questions� rule for it. He
assumed Severus would shatter eventually and tell him in his own time. But
still, he was confused that Severus should have been upset that he�d chosen
Sirius�after all, their encounter had only ever happened because of Sirius.

Remus was
working his bottom lip worriedly when he heard feet on the stairs and he
glanced towards the door.

�It�s fucking brassic down there,� Severus shivered
and flew back into the bed. �I hate this house. My nipples could cut glass.�

Remus
laughed and shot out a hand to check to see whether that assessment was
correct. �Christ, put them to work in the factory at once, they�d earn you a
fortune.�

�Are you
mocking my labouring roots?� Severus shuddered.

�Your dad?�
Remus frowned.

Severus
gave a jerk of his head. �You can mock him all you like, though, good for
nothing piece of-�

�Too early
in the morning for burning hatred,� Remus pulled the thin body to him and
hugged it firmly.

�It�s never
too early in the morning for me to go off on one about my father,� Severus
shrugged, but didn�t pull out of the embrace �Remus was far too warm for that.

�Yes it
is,� Remus muttered and bought a hand up to stroke Severus� hair.

�Get off,�
Severus shook his head irritably.

�And if I
refuse?� Remus challenged.

�Then you
can get out of my bed,� Severus replied.

�Fine,�
Remus smiled and shoved him aside and moved to swing his legs out of the bed,
but he was grabbed around the waist and tugged back into position.

�I was only
messing around.�

�Then can I
stroke your hair?� Remus put his arms back.

Severus
groaned, which Remus took to mean �if you must�. And he did have to. He stroked
softly through the fluffy, sleep-tousled locks with annoying care, knowing
Severus would be hating every minute of the open
display of affection. But he was going to have to learn to live with it, if he
wanted Remus as a frequent visitor.

They were
interrupted by a loud gurgle from Remus� stomach and he flushed, embarrassed.

�I forgot, the wolf needs feeding. I don�t know how the hell Sirius paid to feed you.�

�The big inheritance from his Uncle Alphard helped,�
Remus managed a smile, but the pain of hearing Sirius� name was as cutting as
ever.
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