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Some Things Are Worth Waiting For	By : TheLadyFeylene Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1824 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Some Things Are Worth Waiting For
- 2-Worth the Wait
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Warning: OotP Spoilers in this chapter. And some R rated slashiness. Not too descriptive, but we know it happens.

Rating: Soft R

Pairing: Sirius/Remus

Summary: Sirius fulfills his promise to Remus...

Author's Note: This takes place sometime during Order of the Phoenix. Before Christmas, I believe. Christmas is when I actively decided they were the cutest couple ever. This does get a touch sad at the very end, I just...I couldn't have it end on a truly happy note. Not knowing what happens. But it's still uper-fluffy and cute.

Worth The Wait

//This has been one of the longest days ever...// Remus sighed, running a hand through his greying hair. He closed the door to 12 Grimmauld Place, and leaned against it heavily. He felt old and tired, despite having not even reached middle age.

"Hello?"

"It's me, Sirius." Remus called. He stood up, smoothing his robes as Sirius came down the stairs, eyes narrowed slightly in suspicion. When he saw Remus, he nodded, and gave a small smile.

"Back early, huh?"

"Just a bit." Remus continued straitening himself, but gave it up as a lost cause.

"How'd everything go?"

"Fine." Remus really didn't feel like talking about it. Things were taking their toll on him, and for the next hour or so he just wanted to forget all about it.

"Doesn't sound like it went fine..." Sirius frowned, his expression almost accusatory.

"*Things* went fine." Remus said, a bit tersely. "It's me that isn't."

"None of us are, Moony." Sirius shoved his hands in his pockets. "It's tough times."

"I'm well aware of that." Remus tried to soften his words as best he could. It was difficult, seeing Sirius like this. A bit jumpy, gruff...but in all honesty, he had been seeming more like his old self of late.

"I know." Sirius sighed as well, giving a ghost of a sheepish grin. "And you're doing a hell of a lot more then me..."

"For the time being. Look, I really need to sit down."

“Oh yeah...come on, I'll fix you some tea. You look like you could use it." Sirius led te way into the kitchen, where Remus gladly sank into a chair.

"Thank you." He called to Sirius, as an afterthought. He just wanted to sleep for the next ten years. His body-as well as his mind-felt heavy and weighted down.

"Not a problem. Moony...do you want to talk about anything?" Sirius asked, sitting down across from Remus.

"It's...it's nothing specific." Remus explained. "There isn't anything bothering me exactly, not one certain thing. Just everything altogether I suppose."

"I'm going to be honest with you Moony...you look like shit."

"Thank you." Remus gave a small, sardonic smile. "Considering you like Mr. Wizarding World yourself..."

"Hey, I've got an excuse for looking like this. You..." He waved his hand.

"Haven't had a job in over a year, have only just begun to eat and bathe regularly. I think we can excuse my less then striking appearance." He really didn't want to fight, but it came so easy now.

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

There was a slightly tense silence. Hard times made for hard people, Remus supposed. The kettle whistled, and Sirius leapt up to pour the tea. He placed a steaming mug in front of Remus, and sat back down.

"Take it easy." He finally said.

"I wish I could."

"You can. You do too much, Moony. I've been watching you. Stop volunteering for every little thing. Stop pushing yourself so damn hard. Take some time for yourself." Sirius' voice was earnest, and he leaned forward as he spoke.

"I just..." Remus trailed off. He supposed that Sirius was right. He *did* go out of his way...but what else could he do?

"I know. But you don't have to." Sirius frowned, his eyes brighter then Remus had seen them in a while. "You need to take care of yourself."

"I think...I think I might like to take a nap." Remus said, pursing his lips together.

"Good." Sirius nodded. "Drink your tea, and then take a nap. You need it. You've been going since yesterday morning."

"I suppose you're right." He couldn't remember the last time he had a good night's sleep. "How...how are you?"

"Same." Sirius shrugged. "I hate being cooped up in here Moony, I really do."

"I know." Remus reached across the table and patted Sirius hand. A rather sad gesture, but it was all Remus could really offer. "We'll...we'll get everything straitened out, I promise."

"Oh, I know." Sirius made a dismissive gesture. "It's just the now that's bothering me."

They drank their tea in silence, but thankfully it wasn't tense or awkward. It was actually rather comfortable.

"Thank you, Sirius." Remus said, finishing his tea and standing up.

"Here...I'll walk you up." Sirius stood as well, and went upstairs with Remus. "Here...use my room. It's the most...you know. Lived in."

"Thank you." Remus smiled. Yes, it was the cleanest of the bedrooms. He slipped his robes off, stripping down to his jumper and trousers.

"Hey..." Sirius closed the door behind him, looking somewhat nervous. His hands were shoved in his pockets, and he was staring down at the floor, looking up at Remus every so often from beneath a fringe of thick black lashes.

"Yes?" Remus folded his robes, placing them on a chair. He knew that Sirius was having a hard go of it.

"I just..." He scratched his head, looking everywhere but at Remus. Obviously something was bothering him.

"What is it, Padfoot?" Remus asked, quietly. He crossed the room, standing in front of his old friend.

"Uh..." Sirius looked up, licking his lips nervously. "I was just...thinking. Remembering."

"Ah. Yes." Remus nodded, smiling softly. "I've been remembering quite a bit myself, lately."

"Yeah?" Sirius looked up, a ghost of his old smile gracing his lips. "What have you been remembering?"

"Oh, just....how it was." Remus said. How could he not? He remembered the first war, and how hard that had been. And how they had tried so hard to stay close, but how they had been torn apart in the end, regardless...

"You don't look too happy..."

"No." Remus shook his head. "I've been rather hung up on the bad memories. How it was right before..." He trailed off.

"Don't think about that." Sirius said, quickly.

"I can't help it." Remus chuckled softly. "The Order together again, Voldemort returned..."

"Exactly. We're dealing with it enough now. Do you know...what I think about?" Sirius asked, meeting Remus' eyes.

"I can imagine." Remus said, lightly. "The havoc you and James used to wreak...the girls you courted..." He smiled, clapping Sirius playfully on the shoulder.

"No." Sirius shook his head, his hand closing over Remus'. "I think about you."

"Me?" Remus was taken aback, and he titled his head inquisitively.

"Yeah." Sirius licked his lips again, a nervous gesture Remus was surprised he had retained. "I...I made you a promise, you know."

"You made a lot of promises." Remus said. And all of them impossible, but that was simply Sirius.

"Yeah, but some of them I meant." Sirius' voice had dropped significantly.

"Oh?"

"Yeah..." Sirius looked as though he were going to say more, but he shook his head a little, and put his other hand on Remus' shoulder, pulling him in close. Remus did nothing, but his expression changed to one of mild confusion, which rapidly became surprise as he felt Sirius' lips against his. They were rough and slightly chapped, and it wasn't a deep kiss. And when Sirius pulled away, he leaned his forehead against Remus', eyes wide and searching.

"Ah." Was all Remus could say. "I see." He wasn't sure what to do, or what to say.

"I know...I know I've kept you waiting a damn long time..." Sirius said, and Remus saw his eyes were very bright.

"It's all right." Remus said, softly. "I...I told you I'd wait, and I meant it."

In truth, Remus had half forgotten that awkward night in the dorm room, when Sirius had promised him that someday, *someday* they'd be together. When he was ready. And Remus had sworn up and down he would wait forever if he had to. But now it all came crashing back to him.

"Well, I'm here." Sirius said. "If...if you still want me."

"I do." Remus nodded, and pressed his lips against Sirius'. He felt hands tighten around him, lips move against his, a lean body pressed tightly against his. He closed his eyes, shuddering, feeling the need coming off of Sirius. All thoughts of a nap were dashed from his mind as he put his arms around Sirius, holding him closely as he parted his lips to Sirius' exploring tongue.

"I'm sorry." Sirius mumbled, hands working feverishly at the hem of Remus' jumper.

"You've nothing to be sorry for." Remus assured him, hands smoothing over Sirius' hair, running down his neck, stroking his back. He thanked the powers that were that Sirius had regained *some* of his old physique. No longer was he quite so lean and gaunt. "But I think perhaps you'd like to slow down a bit?"

Sirius just chuckled sheepishly, hands fidgeting with the hem of Remus' jumper. "Maybe." He admitted, and Remus just smiled. He had missed that light in Sirius' eyes. It had been dim far too long.

"I hate to be practical in a situation like this..." Remus began, but found himself silenced with a rather harsh kiss.

"Then don't." Sirius mumbled, beginning to pull Remus' jumper up.

"But...I...have to be." Remus pulled away, cupping Sirius' face in his hands to stall any more hushing kisses. "Have you ever been with another man before?"

"No..." Sirius shook his head. "Wanted it to be with you..."

"All right then." Remus nodded. "Then we *are* going to have to take this slow. I...that is, I'm assuming you're planning on...intimacy?"

"I thought that was sort of obvious." Sirius said, lips curving up in a wry grin.

"I just wanted to make certain." Remus said, fingers tracing the contours of Sirius' lips.

"I know how everything works, though." Sirius was quick to tell him.

"I'm certain you do. But it's still something you've never done before."

"You have?"

"Yes." Remus nodded. "Here..." He pulled away, slipping his jumper up and off, and tossing it to te chair where he had lain his robes.

"I could have done *that*." Sirius said, hands coming to rest on Remus' bare shoulders. The werewolf had to fight the sudden, ridiculous urge to cover himself. He knew he was nothing remarkable but he wasn't in that bad a shape.

"You could have." Remus agreed, smiling slightly. "But it was quicker and easier that way...here..." He rather unceremoniously began pawing at Sirius' clothing, more determined to get it off of him quickly then with any sort of finesse.

"You're pretty good at this..." Sirius muttered, suddenly finding himself in nothing but his trousers. Remus grinned-or came as close as he could-and surveyed exactly what he had uncovered. He supposed they were both shadows of what they had been. But it didn't matter.

Remus knew that this was hardly going to be the romantic, tender, beautiful thing his youthful mind had always dreamed of. He didn't exactly want to spoil things by giving Sirius tips or pointers...but...

//Oh, he'll figure everything out as we go along.// Remus decided, and he more or less did. It was a bit awkward, Sirius going from shy to aggressive and back in turns. It didn't matter the mechanics of it really, Remus decided, as he lay softly moaning beneath Sirius' relatively talented attentions. Because in every touch, every kiss, every whisper, Sirius conveyed a need and a feeling that was what Remus really wanted.

It was over far too soon in Remus' opinion. But considering it was the first time in years either one of them had been physically intimate with *anyone*. Of course neither one of them were going to last long.

"Was it worth the wait?" Sirius mumbled against Remus' neck as he collapsed.

"Mmm." Remus said, a bit more coyly then he had intended. "I *suppose*..." He shook his hair out of his eyes, deciding he quite enjoyed lying naked and sweating under a similarly clothed Sirius Black.

"You *suppose*? You *suppose*?" Sirius arched an eyebrow. "Give me an hour or so, and I'll show you exactly what you *suppose* was worth the wait..."

"A whole hour?" Remus mock pouted. "I need fifteen minutes, tops..."

It was light hearted, flirtatious banter and it was good. Sirius pressed his cheek against Remus' chest, their hands laced together against the sheets. This had been so long missing in Remus' life. This sense of wholeness, and completion.

"It was." He said, in all seriousness.

"Yeah?" Sirius asked, looking up. His dark eyes were far more alive then Remus could remember seeing them in the past two years.

"Yes." Remus kissed the top of his head, and settled himself more comfortably against the pillows.

"Good." Sirius said. And his voice turned earnest as he looked up at Remus, eyes full of what the werewolf could almost term as love. Adoration, certainly. "And I promise I'll never make you wait again, and I'm never gonna leave you."

"I know." Remus' tone matched Sirius, but in a different manner. Sirius certainly meant what he said. That he would be here, always, in Remus' arms and bed. It was the happiest thought Remus had had in years.

And he wished he could believe it was true.
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