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Sing Along Forever	By : JBankai89 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Remus/Sirius Views: 3825 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: I should probably preface this chapter by saying that it's a cliche trainwreck. I had a really hard time getting it to a point where it kind of works, and even after totally rewriting it three times, I still wasn't completely happy with it. That said, I have no idea how you guys will feel about this one. Hopefully I'm overthinking it and its not as bad as my Writer's Self-Doubt thinks it is...
Chapter 6 – Good Fucking Bye

When you lose hope it's hard to cope,
Watching the tyranny with sober eyes.
At daybreak and sunset,
All hours in between are spent murdering time.
You made for a bad lover's liver,
You sold all the covers and fucked up my head.
You made me such an asshole,
I wish we'd never met.
Good Fucking Bye – Matt Skiba

“It's been a couple of hours and I haven't seen hide nor hair of that painfully attractive boyfriend of yours,” Emmeline commented as Remus returned from his lunch break and wandered to the front of the shop with a towering stack of misplaced books. “Doesn't he usually wander in by now to distract you and force me to give you a little hairy eyeball?”

Remus frowned and picked up the top book on the stack, which was a Nature biography called Deep. He didn't answer right away as he stared at the book, replaying the argument in his head for the umpteenth time that day, wondering if he'd been out of line after all.

“We sort of had a fight last night and he stormed off,” Remus said, beginning to sort the books by section as he talked. “It wasn't even anything like...big. I was just calling him out on his behaviour towards someone, and he just...lost it.”

“Well if he was out of line, you were right to mention it,” Emmeline said reasonably, taking half the stack and following his lead in sorting them out. Remus nodded his thanks as he shrugged to her statement.

“It's a bit complicated and I don't know the whole story, but he was being an arse to his best mate's wife's best friend. They have some sort of history, but instead of acting like an adult he insists on acting like I've betrayed him for daring to call him out on his bullshit,” Remus grumbled, slamming down a baby-naming book into the Parenting pile a little harder than necessary.

“Does this friend stand up for himself when Sirius and the other get started?” She asked, handing him a short stack of travel guides, which he set aside.

“He's no pushover; he can definitely hold his own, but it's obvious he doesn't want to cause trouble for Lily too, so he almost never engages them when they start shooting snide remarks at him,” Remus said, and handed her a thesaurus for her Reference pile.

“Well, from what you've told me you were right in bringing it up. If Sirius is going to be a stubborn arse about some past feud, it's not your problem. He'll either come to his senses and come crawling back to you, begging for forgiveness, or he won't,” she said, her matter-of-fact tone not as reassuring to Remus as it normally would have been. She nodded as Remus passed her a handful of graphic novels. “I like Sirius,” Emmeline continued, “I do, but don't bend just because he's being stubborn. You're in the right here, he's not. Don't go running back to him. Let him come to you.”

Remus looked up and she smiled at him, a faint gesture he returned, though he hoped he could hold out. He already desperately missed Sirius's near-constant text messaging. He scooped up a pile of horror novels to keep his hands busy and curb the impulse he suddenly had to hug her.

“Thanks Em,” he said, and her smile widened.

“Anytime.”

He passed the rest of the work day mulling over Emmeline's words, and though she was right, it was still frustrating that Sirius blew up at him like that. Of all the stupid things to fight over...he thought miserably, and brushed his hand over the bulge in his trouser pocket where his mobile was. It had been silent all day.

At five o'clock, Remus swung his satchel over his shoulder and stepped out of the shop as the evening staff took over his duties, and he found a dark-haired man waiting outside for him. However, it was not the dark-haired man he had expected.

“Severus,” Remus said with a nervous nod of his head. It didn't take a genius to work out why he was there, and he curled a hand over his bag strap in an effort to hide how nervous he was.

“Remus,” he replied with a similar nod of greeting. “I received a rather interesting text message from Lily this morning...Black apparently ranting and raving about you being in love with me. Care to clarify what actually happened?”

Remus groaned in frustration, and covered his face with his hands.

“If it helps,” Severus added before Remus could speak, “I am generally not inclined to believe anything that comes spouting out of that ingrate's mouth. However, I am curious as to how he came to that highly entertaining conclusion,” Severus said, and Remus peered over his fingers at the other man, and the faintest twitch of his cheek muscle gave Remus the impression that that was the man's equivalent of a smile.

“I'm not interested in you like that,” Remus said with a huff. “I just...Sirius is being an idiot—”

“—Which of course if nothing new,” Severus filled in, causing Remus to frown slightly. “What few brain cells he possessed while at school have been burnt out by his attempt at becoming the next Joey Ramone or whomever.”

“—Do I look like I know who that is?” Remus snapped, and Severus's eyes widened a little in surprise at his tone. Remus frowned, “Sorry. Last night, after he took me home I tried to talk to him. I didn't like how he and James treated you, and I wasn't trying to...I don't know, overstep my bounds, it just...made me uncomfortable. You're best friends with Lily, they should at least try to be mature adults and be civil. I told him essentially that and he may have blown it wildly out of proportion.”

As Remus fell silent, he found it difficult to gauge Severus's response to his explanation. He pushed off the wall, and jerked his head, signalling Remus to come with him.

“Come with me,” he said in that same smooth, indifferent tone of voice, “we should talk. There's a coffee shop nearby. Though if that neanderthal you call a boyfriend catches us together, I imagine he'll resort to some ridiculous display of testosterone poisoning.”

Remus noticed a glint in those dark eyes of his that suggested that the idea had some merit—at least, from his standpoint—but Remus wasn't exactly keen to make things any worse. He nodded silently and fell in step with him, and they walked the two blocks to the nearby café, dotted with a few uni students, but was otherwise empty.

Severus bought a strong black coffee and Remus a tea latte, and they chose a booth towards the back of the shop. For all Severus's bravado, it was clear he was no more keen to incite Sirius's ridiculous jealousy than Remus was.

“So,” Remus prompted once they'd gotten settled, “you said we should talk. I assume I'm about to learn more about your history with the others?”

Severus did not immediately answer, and instead blew on his hot coffee before he took a fortifying sip. He remained quiet, so long in fact that Remus had begun to get mildly impatient by the time he finally began to speak.

“I went to the same secondary school as your boyfriend, Lily, and her...husband,” he sneered the last word, and continued quickly. “I knew Lily before that. We were childhood friends, our houses being near to each other, and we spent a lot of time together growing up.

“My mother had attended the prestigious school, and was dead-set on sending me there as well. You needed money and some actual brains to get in, but most unfortunately, my grandparents squandered what little fortune we had on poor investments, and to say we were destitute would be a gross understatement,” Severus said, pausing as he steepled his fingers and regarded Remus over the top of them. Remus squirmed uncomfortably in his seat as Severus spoke. He felt like he had no right to know these things about Severus—a man he'd only known a very short while—and he couldn't quite see why he was sharing such intimate details of his past with Remus at all.

“My mother scrimped and saved for years, working herself near to death in order to afford the costs of sending me there. So when I showed up for the train with Lily—she had only taken the school's entrance exams because she knew one way or another, I would be attending—with second-hand books and a second-hand uniform, I was not exactly regarded with any sense of welcome by the children from better off families. As you probably know, Black and Potter came from estates. They had bigger trust funds than I could make in a year at present, and they had no concept of people who struggled to make ends meet. Potter was obsessed with Lily the moment he saw her, and he had decided that she did not need to lower herself to associate with a pauper like myself. Black agreed.”

“I hated them as vehemently as they hated me, and when they started to pull pranks on me, I would retaliate with equal venom. In the Phys. Ed. showers they stole my clothes and my towel, and I responded by putting Nair in Black's shampoo, and peroxide in Potter's.” Severus smirked, and Remus had to swallow a laugh. With how obsessive Sirius was with his hair, he could only imagine the reaction such a prank would cause.

“They would respond with another prank, glue on a toilet seat, I 'borrowed' a Petrie dish containing a certain delightful little parasite, and had my partner in crime in their dormitory 'accidentally' let them loose on their bedsheets.” Severus paused to sip his coffee, his eyes glittering with amusement, and Remus was torn between amusement at their games, and abject horror for what his boyfriend had put Severus through.

“It continued to escalate to them using a game hunting trap to suspend me in a tree, and left me there overnight. I would have been stuck, had it not been for Lily, who heard about what happened, and she helped me down. By that point, as you can imagine, I'd had enough and I did the most damaging thing I could think of to your dear boyfriend.”

“Do I want to know?” Remus asked, cocking a brow at him. Severus smirked in response.

“I sent an anonymous letter to his parents with a number of incriminating photographs, detailing his sexual orientation. They were not exactly pleased, as I understand it. They kicked him out of the house, disinherited him, and forbade his brother, Regulus, to speak with him, for fear that he might somehow spread his homosexuality to him. And then I added insult to injury by spreading the news to anyone I could, and this being a private school, well, people weren't what you would call open-minded. His reputation was utterly destroyed.”

“That's pretty low, Severus,” Remus replied, frowning at him. Severus shrugged.

“I'm sure you can understand why I feel very little remorse for him, considering what he and Potter put me through,” he said crisply, and Remus nodded his head once. He didn't like it, nor approve of it, but he could definitely understand it. “And then, in seventh year, Lily suffered severe head trauma in the form of beginning to date Potter. Obviously, I disapproved, but she swore that he was changed, and I dropped it.

“Because of that, I suddenly found myself forced to associate with my two tormentors. I was unwilling to sacrifice my friendship with Lily just because of who she was seeing. She tried to keep Potter from harassing me, but things were never what you would call friendly between the three of us. By then, it had been discovered that their friend Pettigrew had cheated and plagiarized his way into the school and had been expelled, and it seemed as though they were looking for someone to replace him. They tried to use me as their lackey, but after all I'd put up with from them, I wasn't about to subject myself to further torment for their amusement.”

Remus felt even more uncomfortable than he had been that morning. This image Severus painted of someone he cared so deeply about hurt, and he wondered how much of it was exaggerated. From his flat tone of voice and the way he never made eye contact with Remus, he had a feeling he was trying to keep as close to the truth as he could, though the resentment that edged his words wasn't hard to miss.

“Why are you telling me all this?” Remus asked, unable to raise his voice any higher than a hurt whisper. Severus finally looked at him, and his impassive expression twitched into a frown.

“I'm getting there,” he said, “Potter had decided that the reason I hung around with Lily was that I harboured some sort of unrequited love for her. I loved her, and still do, she is not a person you can know and not love—but regardless of how many variations of 'I love her like a sister,' I said to them, and my explanations that I was asexual all fell on deaf ears. I believe that to an extent Potter will always believe his delusion, but compared to how things used to be, what you saw the other night was about as close to friendly as we will ever get. I care for Lily, and I care for Harry. I will not sacrifice my relationship with either of them just because those two imbeciles think Lily could do better.”

“Then why do you?” Remus asked as Severus's tale came to a close, “associate with them, I mean. I don't understand why you'd put yourself through that.”

Severus sipped on his coffee thoughtfully, then refocused his gaze on Remus.

“At first, it was because I was unwilling to let Black and Potter force me out of Lily's life because they had decided who was and was not acceptable for her to associate with, but later...Harry. His unfortunate gene pool aside, I care for him as much as I would if he were my flesh and blood nephew. I won't let them win, and though Black will deny it until he's blue in the face—” Severus paused, his eyes glittered and his mouth pulled into a small smirk, “—Harry has always liked me best. I do believe if I gave in and stopped coming round when Lily invited me, he would be most distressed at my absence.”

Remus chuckled, more amused by the self-satisfied look on the man's face than anything else. But following his tale, Remus had no idea what Severus sought out to accomplish by telling him all of this.

“Why did you tell me any of this?” Remus asked, and sipped his drink before he continued. “I mean, are you trying to split us up or...what? I don't get it.”

“I am merely trying to show you where his reaction originated from. His modest roots as my secondary school tormentor aside, he is...insecure.” Severus sneered the word, and it did not take much of a stretch of the imagination to guess that many adults had probably told Severus that in his youth to explain away Sirius and James's treatment of him. “It showed in the last handful of partners he's had. I value the shape my nose is, and as such I did not feel compelled to comment on it directly. I believe—and I will deny it if you ever tell him so—that he genuinely cares for you, or at least as much as someone like him can, but he cannot make the distinction between friendship and romantic affection. As a result, he reacts rather badly to—”

“—What the fuck?”

The sudden voice startled the pair out of their conversation. Severus whirled around and Remus's gaze snapped up, and his jaw dropped when he saw Sirius standing there, looking both horrified and infuriated at what he was seeing. He heard Severus hiss a curse, but Remus's attention was too focused on Sirius to catch it.

“Sirius, wait—” Remus began, standing up quickly, but Sirius had already spun on his heel and stormed off. Remus ignored Severus's mutter of, 'what a drama queen...' as he hurried to catch up with Sirius before he took off on his bike.

“Sirius!” Remus cried, following him out of the café's doors and broke into an awkward run, and only just managed to catch up with him before he kicked the ignition on his bike. “You would stop for a second and listen to me?”

“Why?” He snapped, turning to face Remus. “What I saw was enough. If you were going to leave me for someone like him the least you could've done is had the balls to say it to my face you—”

Smack!

Sirius's words were cut off as Remus lost the last of his patience and slapped him across the face. His head snapped to the side sharply and his cheek flushed pink from where Remus had hit him. Remus's palm stung, but he was too angry at Sirius to react properly to the pain.

“Now you listen to me you utter cock,” Remus said, ignoring the alarmed looks of passer-bys at they stared at the pair. “I am not interested in Severus. He is asexual, and from what I gather he's told you so a number of times. That said, he is not interested in me either. I am interested in you, you idiot. I said what I said last night because I think you're being incredibly childish, treating Severus like that. Get over it. You were horrible to Severus, and Severus was an absolute shit for outing you, but you both should have known better. The past is past, you cannot change it. But if you continue acting this way I can't see much of a future for us, because I will not share my life with a bully.”

Remus was breathing heavily by the time he'd finished his speech, and Sirius stared at him as though he'd been slapped again. He opened and closed his mouth several times, but no sound came out.

“I'm sorry,” he said at last, though it sounded like it pained him to say it. “Lily has told us the same thing, but it's tough to break old habits. I just—I don't trust him. Not after what he did. I mean, my family...they're not people I'd want to know, but...” Sirius trailed off and shook his head.

“Neither of you were in the right, Sirius,” Remus said softly, “but you finished secondary school nine years ago. Don't you think it's time you two put the past behind you, and tried to mend things? I gather that Harry would be most upset if you forced Severus out of his life, or if he forced you out of Harry's.” Sirius snorted derisively at the latter part of Remus's words, and he could practically see Sirius's thoughts on the likelihood of that happening: as if. Remus frowned at him and crossed his arms, and Sirius immediately sobered up.

“James and I didn't trust him,” Sirius said softly, his gaze focused on his boots, “I still don't. It's hard to break out of that mindset.”

“But you will, Sirius,” Remus said forcefully, his anger pushing him forward, “enough is enough. That was ten years ago. Let. It. Go.”

Remus turned, intent to walk off and let Sirius think about what he'd said. He was stopped short however when a warm hand slipped into his. Remus paused and turned, and Sirius was staring at him with a sad, wounded puppy expression that made it incredibly difficult to stay mad at him.

“I'm sorry Remus,” he said softly, “I never wanted to snap at you like that.” He inched forward, but Remus didn't move. “I just...I know you could do better than me. You're amazing Remus. I don't want to lose you.”

It took Remus a great deal of effort to keep from rolling his eyes.

“So your method for staying with me is to bite my head off?” Remus asked, and Sirius bowed his head at his words.

“Look,” Remus said, his tone softening a little, “I don't know the whole story of what happened. There's two sides to every story, and it's too deep for any of you to be actual friends. But for Harry's sake, at least try, all right?”

Sirius closed the distance between them, and when Remus didn't protest, he swept him into a kiss. Remus almost wept; it felt so good to be this close to Sirius after their abysmal goodbye the night before. Severus's words residing at the back of his mind made it difficult to separate the Sirius he knew from the Sirius he had been, and Remus decided that only time would tell whether Sirius was taking his words to heart, or just trying to placate him.

“I'll try,” Sirius whispered, and Remus smiled before leaning in to kiss him again.

“That's all I ask,” Remus replied as he pulled back a little. Sirius's arm was wrapped around his waist, and his hand slid further down to rest casually over his corduroy-clad buttocks.

“I think I could manage a better apology than a few quick kisses in the street,” Sirius murmured, and Remus felt himself flush, cottoning on right away to what he was hinting at. Despite the flush, his mouth split into a grin.

“My place is closer,” Remus murmured, and Sirius grinned.

Remus backtracked to grab his bag and utter a quick, apologetic goodbye to Severus, who appeared annoyed, but unsurprised at the outcome of their little spat.

“Be sure to use protection,” Severus said with something close to a sneer in his voice, “wouldn't want you to get knocked up with Black's hellspawn, now would we?”

“Ha, ha, very funny. I guess I'll see you at the next curry night?” Remus asked, shouldering his bag.

“Most likely. Until then,” he said and nodded towards Remus once. He smiled at Severus, and took off through the café doors to join Sirius at his bike.

Not very much was said between the couple as Remus accepted a helmet from Sirius and they drove to his duplex. Remus's hands shook minutely as he unlocked the door, Sirius's hot breath on the back of his neck making it extremely difficult to keep them steady. Moony bypassed Remus completely and barked excitedly as he jumped at Sirius, who laughed at the dog's excitement.

Sirius was quick to turn his attention back to Remus, a slow, easy smile on his face. “Told you he liked me best,” he said, his voice a low purr in his voice that made Remus shiver.

“Shut up,” Remus replied, then drew the man into a rough kiss. Sirius's hands immediately fell to Remus's hips and pulled him closer, while Remus reached out an arm instinctively, pushing Moony down as he tried to jump up at the intertwined pair.

Pausing just long enough to make their way to the bedroom, Remus did not even glance back at the dog that trailed behind them as they went.

“Somehow, this doesn't surprise me,” Sirius said, an arm still at Remus's waist as they stepped inside. For a moment Remus was confused, then he realized that this was the first time Sirius had actually been in his bedroom.

It was a very simple setup; a queen bed, a pine bookcase crammed full of novels, a desk complete with closed laptop, lamp, a stack of notebooks, and leather office chair. Above it hung a framed Robert Bateman print, and his bedroom set was completed by a neatly closed wardrobe, similarly styled to the other furniture in the room. As with everything else in his home the room was spotless, and the simplicity of the space—at least compared to the chaos of Sirius's own bedroom—must have been the source of his amusement.

“What, boring?” Remus asked, turning more fully to face the other man.

“No, adorable.”

Sirius drew him in for another kiss, and the pair slowly inched towards the bed. Remus felt his stomach momentarily twist with self-conscious worry; what if Sirius saw him and changed his mind? Sirius seemed to sense his anxiety and paused the heated kisses, leading Remus to sit at the edge of the bed.

“Whether you have one leg, or two, or eight, I still want you,” Sirius murmured softly, punctuating his words with a chaste kiss. “Whether your body is smooth and unblemished, or badly scarred, I'll still—” Sirius hesitated, his eyes flashed with momentary insecurity, “—love you.”

The two simple words held the weight of a sixteen ton anvil. His apprehension at speaking them was not unwarranted—they'd only been seeing each other for a short time, after all, but Remus couldn't deny this pull he had for the ridiculous man. This rushed, intense love that happened so fast, but still felt so right.

“And no matter how many stupid and unfounded conclusions you jump to,” Remus replied, pausing to brush his lips over Sirius's, “I—I feel the same.”

Remus did not miss the brief flash of disappointment in Sirius's eyes at Remus's words, but instead of commenting on it, he pulled Remus in for another kiss.

Sirius coaxed them further onto the bed with less-than-subtle movements, and Remus soon found himself pinned beneath Sirius, lost in the moment as they tasted each other more deeply than they had before. Remus let out a feeble moan as Sirius's right hand fell to his crotch and cradled his half hard cock. He shuddered under the man's gentle touch; it had been too long since he'd been touched like this.

With a soft groan he arched his back, and Sirius squeezed him gently. Remus's breath hitched, and he tried to say Sirius's name, but it escaped him as a garbled jumble of letters, causing his partner to chuckle softly. He kissed Remus again, and Remus reached up to tangle his fingers in Sirius's hair and hold him there.

“Let me take care of you,” Sirius whispered, trailing the tip of his tongue from Remus's lips and across his stubbled jaw, “I think it's been a while since you let anyone care for you.”

Remus tried to answer verbally, but again it came out as a nonsensical mumble. Sirius seemed to take this for consent, as he thumbed open the button of Remus's trousers, pulled down the zip, and freed his aching cock.

Sirius kissed Remus one last time, then trailed down his front, and paused before his flagging cock. Remus shivered a little as he felt the other man's hot breath ghost across his flesh, and he let out a sharp whine as Sirius's incredibly talented mouth closed around the tip of his cock.

“Oh—God—Sirius,” Remus moaned, his hips twitching a little, but Sirius closed a hand around his hip to keep him from thrusting down his throat.

At an infuriatingly slow pace, Sirius slowly took Remus into his mouth, his tongue moulding to the shape of the organ, and Remus was reduced to a quivering pile of jelly.

Just as slowly, Sirius began to bob his head, opening his mouth a little wider to take Remus all the way into his mouth, and Remus let out another groan as he felt the tip of his cock brush the very back of the man's throat.

Within an embarrassingly short span of time Remus cried out and came, his seed sputtering against the back of Sirius's throat. He took it in stride and swallowed, then pulled back from Remus's softening cock, slid back up his front and kissed him gently. Remus could taste himself on Sirius's lips, which was both a strange and thrilling thing.

“You're amazing,” Remus panted, leaning in to kiss him again.

“I know,” Sirius replied when they'd broken apart, and Remus chuckled in response.

They kissed, and Remus reached for the hem of Sirius's shirt, just as Sirius did the same to him. A strange sensation stopped him short however; the feeling as though he was being watched. Sirius seemed to feel the same sensation, and they both turned at the same time to see Moony sitting there, his head cocked to the side as he watched them, a clear, 'watcha doin'?' look on his face. Remus groaned at the same moment that Sirius barked a laugh.

Moony seemed to take this for consent, as with his tail wagging he leapt up to join the couple.

Remus sat up with a mildly annoyed frown and tucked himself away, while he watched Sirius roughly pet his ridiculous beast with mad enthusiasm.

“I can't recall ever being cockblocked by a dog before,” Remus mused as he watched the pair, and Sirius grinned helplessly. Holding Moony's head gently in his hands, he slowly eased him around to face Remus.

“How can you say no that that face?” Sirius asked, and Remus laughed as Moony's tail thumped audibly against the bedspread, then he padded over to Remus to offer him a wet doggie kiss.

“Not easily, let me tell you,” Remus smiled as he scratched the dog behind the ears.

“Oh, I've been meaning to ask you, but I kept forgetting—what are you doing next Saturday?” Sirius asked, but before Remus could answer, Sirius steamrolled forward. “Because there's this Battle of The Bands thing my band is doing. It's a huge opportunity, if we win we get to tour in America for a couple of weeks on the Vans Warped Tour. It's kind of a big deal. I was just wondering if you'd come and...cheer me on?” Sirius paused, his voice laced with uncertainty. Even after the spontaneous, mind-blowing oral sex, clearly Sirius could also feel the awkwardness between the pair, despite the efforts on both their parts to mend it the only way they knew how—with sex. “You wouldn't need to pay,” he added quickly, “I'd have you on the guest list and—”

Remus cut him off with a kiss, and Sirius seemed to melt at the contact, ignoring the dog in favour of pulling Remus closer.

“I'd love to,” Remus replied, a wave of relief washing over him as his words were met with a brilliant smile.
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