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Howlin' Good Time series	By : Brissygirl Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Remus/Sirius Views: 1746 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Howlin’ Good Time—The Aftermath Pt2

Warnings: lots of angst, coarse language

Summary: How will Sirius apologise to Remus for his thoughtlessness?

Word Count: approx 3000

A/N: I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to update this! I’m dedicating this to remuslives23 for her Birthday! I hope you had a fabulous day darling *squishy hugs* Thanks go to book7brokemybrain and treacle_tartlet for their invaluable help when I've hit roadblocks. Ifan Blaidd is pronounced Ivan Blythe, according to treacle_tartlet: it's Welsh for John Wolf. Enjoy!

Howlin’ Good Time—The Aftermath Pt 2

Remus was so furious with his long-time love that he couldn’t think straight. He went for a walk after he’d showered and left the house. It was raining lightly when he left but had got steadily heavier as time wore on.

Under any other circumstances it would’ve been fantastic being with Sirius like that, but he’d ruined it due to his own stupidity, whether it was his birthday or not. Sirius knew better when it came to the week of the full moon and Remus’ mood swings; they’d known each other long enough for him to understand just how dangerous it was.

Remus wandered aimlessly for hours in the now torrential rain, afternoon slowly becoming night. Eventually he realised he was standing in front of the house belonging to Ifan Blaidd, the oldest and most respected werewolf in Britain. Remus couldn’t help but smile at the irony. He needed someone to talk to, and who better than his pack leader?

They’d helped each other with difficult situations on numerous occasions, including fights with other werewolves, fighting unfair laws the Ministry imposed, and recruiting for the Light during the first war and after Voldemort returned.

“Are you coming in, Pup, or not?”

Remus was pulled from his thoughts by the voice of his old friend and ally. He looked towards the sound of his mentor's voice, and smiled a sad sort of half smile that was more like a grimace, before answering, “Of course,” and joining Ifan inside where he was immediately comforted by the warmth of a roaring fire in the hearth.

Ifan had an ornate silver tray with a full tea service sitting next to what was obviously his favourite chair. The brown fabric was faded and threadbare in places, with bits of stuffing sticking out of it here and there. Just by looking at it you could tell that if you sat in it, it would feel like sinking into a warm bath to soothe aching bones after the painful monthly transformation all werewolves went through.

He sat down in the much loved chair and picked up an already full teacup, taking a sip and gesturing for Remus to help himself to the sweet brew.

“So, young one, what brings you here? You’re angry about something, which probably means your mate has done something stupid… again.” Remus knew Ifan always chose his words carefully around him when referring to Sirius. They'd never gotten along with each other, but they made an effort for him.

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Sirius had no idea what to do to make it up to Remus for being so thoughtless. He knew that Remus had his rules for a reason, and they all boiled down to keeping his loved ones safe. Harry wasn’t even allowed near their house the week of the full moon—in case Remus snapped over something he wouldn’t normally care about. Sirius could change into Padfoot and stick up for himself if need be, but no one else knew how to handle Moony and Remus like Sirius did.

He knew he shouldn’t have provoked Moony by wanking while Remus was still in the house—especially so close to the full moon. Sirius felt so guilty for betraying his best friend and long time lover like that and he had to find a way of making it up to him, to set everything to rights again.

The problem was he didn’t really know where to start. Remus wouldn’t tolerate any form of sexual gratification. He wasn’t really a materialistic man—so trinkets were out of the question. Sirius continued to wrack his brains but was coming up blank.

There was really nothing for it. He’d have to try grovelling.

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“You’ve always been able to read me like a book, Ifan.”

Ifan shrugged, “I’m observant. I can also smell your anger mixed with pheromones. Tell me what he did this time.”

Remus didn’t really know how to explain what had happened or how he felt. But it was Ifan's job to know what was bothering the younger members of his pack, no matter how trivial the matter was. What Sirius had done was by no means trivial, it was downright stupid. He’d known Remus long enough now to understand the dangers associated with werewolves—it was positively suicidal to provoke one.

He must have been lost in thought longer than he realised, because Ifan’s voice cut through the tangled maze his head was in. “Remus, I can’t help unless you tell me what’s gotten you so angry. Sharing a problem is not a sign of weakness, Pup, but of strength. Tell me what that self-absorbed mutt did this time.”

“It’s Sirius’ birthday and he spent most of the morning sulking because it’s the full moon tomorrow night—I avoid getting physical with him when the moon’s pull is so strong. You know what it’s like Ifan; the wolf is always so close to the surface the week of the transformation.”

“He always was a selfish fool, even as a boy. I understand your reasons, Remus. It is difficult for us to be close to our loved ones during this phase of the moon’s cycle.”

“Exactly…. Anyway, I went to try and stop him sulking. When I got to our room," Remus sighed, struggling to verbalise what had happened. Thinking himself weak for not being able to resist—but he struggled on because Ifan was right. He needed to get it off his chest, no matter whether he thought of it as weakness or not. "He was masturbating."

Ifan sighed. "I can fill in the rest myself. The wolf took over, and the next thing you know you've awoken tangled with your mate and surrounded by the smells of what just happened."

Remus closed his eyes and nodded dumbly. Ifan's words pretty much summed up what happened and he hated himself for putting Sirius in so much danger, no matter whether it was his own fault or not.

"Stop beating yourself up, young one. That mate of yours has never been one to play by the rules. It's what drew you to him in the first place. He made you feel carefree; he gave you friendship when you thought you'd always be alone. Sirius," Ifan choked out the name that had brought nothing but trouble to his young friend. "was never one to think through the repercussions of his actions. I'd hardly expect him to start now. He and I have never gotten along, you know this Pup, but if I have to speak with him to make him understand how monumentally stupid he was today, I will."

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Remus had been gone for hours and Sirius was frantic with worry. He'd tried calling Harry on that contraption he called a felly-tone and asked his advice on what he should do. His godson promptly tore him a new one; telling him what a stupid, selfish prick he was to do that to Remus.

After Harry had finished yelling at him, he started asking questions: How long had he been gone for? Did Remus go anywhere in particular when he was upset or needed to think? Was he likely to go and see someone, perhaps ask for advice?

Sirius thought about all the things Harry asked, and couldn't think of a plausible answer in his state of panic. He asked his godson what he did when he had man trouble. Harry laughed and said, "Grovel."

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It was late and Remus still wasn't home: Sirius was starting to panic. He had no idea where his lover was or what would stop him from returning home, short of being injured or worse. The full moon was tomorrow night and werewolves were especially territorial this close to their transformations.

He was just about to call Harry again when a head appeared in the fire. Sirius spun towards the hearth and saw Ifan Blaidd, looking like he'd like to tear him to shreds. Sirius didn't care about niceties or being polite at that moment. He needed to know where Remus was.

"Where is he?"

"Hello to you too, Mutt…."

"Don't play games with me, you old bastard. Where is Remus?"

"He's far enough away from you for you not to do him anymore harm…. Now shut up and listen. Remus will not be home tonight, or before his transformation. Whether he returns after the full moon will entirely depend on how remorseful you are and how he is feeling."

Sirius opened his mouth to interrupt, but a fierce don't-fuck-with-me, wolf-like glare quelled him.

"He was walking in torrential rain this afternoon, so I suggest you have plenty of Pepper Up potion on hand. I warn you now Mutt; if you cause a member of my pack any form of distress again, I will rip you to pieces. Do you understand me?" His head then disappeared and the flames returned to their normal orangey glow.

Ifan's words made Sirius realise just how badly he'd fucked up. If he didn't make things right, he might just lose Remus for good this time and he couldn't let that happen. He loved Remus more than anything on earth.

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Remus curled up on a spare bed in the guest room and stayed at Ifan's that night. When Ifan found him the next morning to give him his Wolfsbane potion, Remus was huddled in on himself, rocking back and forth whimpering on the far corner of the bed against the wall. It broke the older werewolf's heart and made him want to tear Sirius Black to shreds all over again.

"Pup, you need to drink this while it's still hot." Ifan coaxed to no avail, and resigned himself to seeing Remus through a very painful transformation that evening.

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As the sun set and the moon rose, Remus wasn't much better than when Ifan found him that morning. He was still miserable and hadn't taken his Wolfsbane. Ifan had eventually coaxed him out of the guest bedroom, but he just curled into a ball on the small two-seater couch instead.

The moon steadily rose higher and higher in the night sky. Ifan and Remus were in the elder werewolf's transformation cells, and an agonised heart-stricken howl rent the night air.

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Morning sun broke through the ominous storm clouds of the last two days. Sirius had been up all night chewing over what Ifan had said.

As the clock on the mantel struck eight o'clock, Sirius' head snapped up. He leapt from his chair in front of the dying fire and became a flurry of motion. He called Harry and asked him to buy a dozen vials of Pepper Up potion, then go to Ifan's to check on Remus and bring him home.

Sirius then spent the next few hours cleaning and tidying the house. He overdid it, making sure there were no traces of his transgression to be found. After he finished that he made several of Remus' favourite recovery foods: Irish stew; homemade bread with an assortment of cheeses, and chocolate soufflé with brandy custard for dessert.

The kitchen smelled fantastic. It was making Sirius' mouth water. He'd just taken the bread out of the oven and cast anti-deflation and warming charms on the soufflé, when he heard voices, followed by the latch of the front door. Sirius went to greet Harry and Remus. When he reached the foyer he stopped dead in his tracks. Ifan Blaidd was with them and helping Harry get Remus—who looked like death warmed over and was covered in bandages—inside

"What are you doing here, Longtooth? Here, Remus let me help you."

The death glare Sirius received from the old werewolf told him not to try and help. Remus didn't even look at him; he just kept shuffling forward with the aid of Harry and Ifan.

"Sirius, what have you been doing all morning? It smells like a hospital in here," Harry asked as he steered Remus towards the living room.

"I cleaned up and made a few of Remus' favourite foods." Sirius followed the others and grabbed a blanket off a nearby chair.

"I'm starving, and something smells good under all the disinfectant," Ifan muttered.

"You're not staying. You've caused enough trouble you old bastard."

"I'VE CAUSED ENOUGH TROUBLE?!" Ifan thundered. "Take a look in the mirror you self-absorbed idiotic MUTT! If it weren't for you he wouldn't have been wandering around in a daze for hours in torrential rain. He would have taken his Wolfsbane yesterday and wouldn't have had to endure one of the most painful transformations I've seen. So if you want to start pointing the finger at someone, and throwing accusations around, you'd better take a long hard look at yourself first."

"Stop it. Both of you… just stop." Remus croaked from where he lay on the couch swathed in blankets.

"I apologise, Remus. I shouldn't let your mate get to me," Ifan sighed.

"Sirius has always had a knack for rubbing people the wrong way. I wouldn't worry about it Mr Blaidd," Harry interjected.

"Hey!" Sirius yelped.

Harry laughed, "It's true."

"What do you want to eat first Remus, Irish stew or cheese and homemade bread?"

"Stew and bread is fine, thank you Sirius."

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The food kept everyone quiet while they ate, except for the occasional noise of appreciation. Before they knew it, an hour had passed. Harry and Ifan left, both giving Sirius strict instructions not to upset Remus any further.

Remus was exhausted. His transformation had been particularly bad last night. Moony was heartsick for Padfoot; he missed his mate terribly. So much, in fact, that he had spent a good portion of the night throwing himself against the bars of his cell. He'd even gnawed on his limbs trying to free himself from the pain of bones snapping and reshaping themselves.

Ifan and Harry had done the best they could healing his broken bones, but he was still feeling the after effects of Moony's wilful self harm.

Resigning himself to the unavoidable yet very difficult discussion that he'd have to have with Sirius, Remus put his lukewarm mug of tea on the small stool next to the couch and tried to sit up.

"Remus, don't get up, I'll come to you." Sirius conjured another wooden stool—similar to the one the mug of tea sat on—and sat facing Remus with a remorseful look on his face.

"Sirius, we've known each other a very long time…"

"Before you start telling me what a selfish and idiotic fool I was the other day, can I just tell you how sorry I am? I was a complete and utter brat; didn't think about you or what would happen when you smelt what I was doing. All I could think about was how it was my birthday and we couldn't do anything because of the full moon and your rules about being intimate."

"You know very well that I have those rules for a reason, Sirius. Do you think I would ever be able to forgive myself if something happened to you and I caused it? I would be so wracked with guilt that I would probably go the Ministry and demand that they put me out of my misery."

"Remus, don't say things like that!" Sirius exclaimed.

"It's the truth and you know it. Yet you deliberately ignored my wishes and did exactly what you felt like, consequences be damned. I love you so much it hurts, but you can't ever do something like that again, Sirius, because next time it might not end as well as it did."

"I am truly, truly sorry, Remus. I promise I will try to think before I act in future and take into account your rules before I do anything that might incite Moony again. I love you, Remus."

Remus smiled a sad smile. Hoped Sirius meant what he said.

"You must be exhausted. Would you like me to run you a nice hot bath with some muscle relaxant in the water?" Sirius asked.

"Yes, that would be nice."
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