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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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Chapter 7 – Wore Out The Soles of My Party Boots

Life is fast, but I don't wanna live past you, 'cuz you are my only roots.
I was the king of the drug booze thing, now I've worn out the soles of my party boots.
So call me shit-faced Master of Disgrace, I don't care 'cuz my outer skin
Is thick like crust, and a liver that's rusted out, now I'm on a list.
Wore Out The Soles of My Party Boots – NOFX

In the days leading up to the 'Battle', Remus found himself seeing less of Sirius than he would have liked, as his time was overwhelmed with preparation for their performance. Remus had never seen Sirius so stressed before, and he was even receiving less text-spam from him than usual, which bordered on distressing, especially after he'd grown so accustomed to his phone buzzing several times over the course of a single hour.

It was three days before their performance when Remus dropped by, unfortunately this was also the day that James broke to Sirius that he wouldn't be playing with them at the upcoming performance.

“What?” Sirius sputtered with wide eyes, “why the hell not?”

“Sirius, I can't up and leave Lily here by herself with Harry for a month and a half. She's got summer courses and work, and you'll be gone too so there'll be no one to mind Harry,” James said, sounding much more mature and grown-up than Remus had ever heard him. “I'm sorry. I want to, but I can't this time.” James shrugged helplessly, and Remus sank back into the sofa, fairly certain Sirius had momentarily forgotten that he was even there.

“What the hell am I gonna do without a lead guitarist?” Sirius demanded, crossing his arms in frustration. James rolled his eyes this time, looking a little less sympathetic.

“I don't know, ask Rabastan?”

“He's a metalhead and a gigantic arse. I am not asking him,” Sirius replied with a huff, and again, James rolled his eyes. Remus pressed his lips into a thin line to keep from laughing, but the petulant child routine was one he'd gotten used to with Sirius, though it never ceased to amuse him. He often wondered how James had put up with it all through secondary school.

After a moment of tense silence, James's eyes lit up.

“Tonks,” he said.

“Tonks? As in my cousin, as in the only decent relative I have?” Sirius asked with an arched eyebrow.

“That's the one. She plays, she's into the same funky shit as us, there's only one hurdle...” James trailed off, and Sirius nodded solemnly.

“Andromeda,” the pair said in unison.

It was only later that Remus learned that Sirius's cousin—Nymphadora—was still in secondary school. Because of this, it seemed likely that it would take an inordinate amount of pleading to convince her mother, Andromeda, to let her only daughter perform in a punk band in a skeezy pub, and possibly disappear for six weeks to America.

Most surprisingly, this Andromeda woman didn't seem to have any problems with the prospect of sending her teenager across the pond. This came to light the next time Remus went to visit.

“Sirius!” Remus called as he let himself in. “Lily texted me and said that you were likely holed up in your room and forgot to eat again so I come bearing steaming boxes of—oh. Hello.”

Remus rounded the corner and came face to face with a very pretty sixteen-year-old girl with vibrant pink hair, a black T-shirt that read, Bikini Kill, and artfully torn jeans. Remus smiled a little, finding himself mildly nervous, given that this was the first relative of Sirius's he had met. He felt his face warm slightly when she gave him an obvious once-over, and a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Do I give off Black Family Pheromones or something? He wondered, pressing his tongue to the roof of his mouth to keep from laughing at himself.

“Erm, I'm Remus,” he said, holding out his hand to her, “you must be Tonks, Sirius mentioned you might take him up on his plea.”

“That's me,” she replied with a smile and took his hand. Her hands were a little rough and callused, a testament to her pastime of playing guitar, and her grip was much firmer than he had expected. “You said something about food?”

“Er—yes. Lily mentioned that Sirius might be too focused on preparing for his gig, and he might forget to eat, so I brought takeaway.” Remus held up the plastic bag that held the boxes. “Curry all right?”

“Someone say something about curry?” Sirius stepped into the kitchen, and his eyes lit up when he caught sight of Remus. “Curry and boyfriends, even better!” Remus didn't have a chance to say a word as Sirius swept in and captured his mouth in a kiss. Tonks's none-too-subtle clearing of her throat brought the pair back to reality, and Sirius smirked at his cousin, while Remus smiled sheepishly. Despite the overt and unnecessary display of affection, Tonks did not act how Remus expected—meaning, she did not immediately look crushed that Remus was spoken for, but instead brushed it off with a mental shrug and moved on almost at once. This did not stop her eyes from lingering on him however, but Remus did his best to ignore it; he didn't want to give her the wrong idea, or inadvertently lead her on.

“C'mon,” he said, relieving Remus of the bag and draping an arm over his shoulders, “everyone's in the sitting room, only place big enough for us all.”

Sirius steered Remus into the sitting room with Tonks trailing behind. Remus had met Sirius's band a handful of times before, and while they were never unkind to him, he never quite felt like he belonged, either. As with the first time he'd laid eyes on Sirius, it did not come as a shock to him that the group was extremely tight-knit, and wary of outsiders. It was only ever James or Sirius who thought to include him in conversation, the others more or less ignoring him.

“My perfect, wonderful, adorable boyfriend comes bearing curry!” Sirius announced as they rounded the corner, and there was a smattering of cheers from the three men that sat on the floor around the coffee table, the low table covered in a mess of different sheets papers, though from Remus's distance, he couldn't read what they said.

The three bandmates offered Remus a muttered greeting, and he nodded to each of them in turn. First, there was the rhythm guitarist Matt, with his dark hair shaved very close to his scalp, aviator sunglasses perched on top of his head, and his thick, muscular arms were covered in tattoos. Today he wore dark jeans and a black T-shirt that bore the words Iron Maiden.

To his right was the bassist Chris, with his spiky blond hair, a piercing through the bridge of his nose—right between his eyes, a smattering of tattoos, and a tiny white gem embedded in his left canine tooth. Today his Uniform consisted of ratty old jeans that had seen better days, and a T-shirt that read, The Get-Up Kids Band Camp T.G.U.K Official Camper 1997. Across from him was the last band member Shane, the drummer.

Of all Sirius's friends, Remus thought he liked Shane best. He wasn't quite as much of a music elitist as the others, and seemed to actually listen when Remus spoke, instead of simply brushing him off. He was Caribbean, bore a heavy Jamaican accent, and his long dreadlocks were pulled away from his angular face in a high ponytail. Patchy, dark stubble covered his jaw, and today's Uniform for him consisted of black jeans that looked almost new, and a black T-shirt of his own that bore the words, Bad Brains.

True to their band's name of Blaq Fag, all three of the men were gay, bisexual, or pansexual(or some variation thereof), and privately Sirius had informed him that Chris was also HIV Positive. This did not change Remus's view of the man, but he always exchanged a sad look with Sirius whenever the alarm on Chris's phone would go off, and he'd mutter something about taking his 'vitamins'. He had a feeling Chris would not take kindly to Remus knowing his secret, and thus never mentioned it.

“All right, Remus?” Shane asked as he took a seat next to him, and Sirius began handing out the takeaway boxes while the others pushed aside the papers that littered the table.

“Fine, thanks,” Remus replied with a faint smile as he accepted a box from Sirius. “What have you been working on?”

“We're trying to agree on what we're gonna play at the BOTB,” Chris replied thickly around a mouthful of rice, “I say we should stick to what we always do—just Black Flag songs, but these two,” he motioned to Sirius and Tonks, “want to do a Medley. Lame!”

“We're auditioning as a fucking cover band you twat,” Sirius responded at once, “it'd make more sense to cover more ground by showing Kevin Lyman's cronies that we can do more than just South Bay hardcore.”

“Like what, Bright Eyes? Rainer Maria? Midtown?” Chris snorted derisively, and Shane whipped a piece of saucy butter chicken at him, and it clung to his cheek with a satisfying slap.

“No you tit,” Tonks said while Chris plucked the piece of chicken from his cheek and popped it into his mouth while she continued. “Like...I dunno, Bouncing Souls, NOFX, Dead Kennedys, fucking Real McKenzies, something. Sirius has got the pipes to pull it off, if you'd get your head out of your arse long enough to hear the points we're making.”

“We'll definitely do some 'Flag songs,” added Matt, “we can't not.”

“Like Gimme Gimme Gimme!” said Chris, close to a yell.

“NO!” Matt, Shane, Tonks, and Sirius all cried at once.

On it went. Remus watched the conversation like one might watch a five-way tennis match, not understanding at least two-thirds of what they said. Sirius, to his credit, did his best to include him, but he frequently got distracted by the others and he was pulled back into an intense debate about one thing or another, from which was better, Solo Danzig or Misfits-Era Danzig (whoever that was), or whether the Dropkick Murphys were better with or without Spicy McHaggis (whoever they were). Eventually Remus found himself getting a little bored in spite of Sirius's efforts to include him, and he touched his arm to draw him out of another heated debate with Chris, which had devolved from musical integrity and down to who was hotter: Mike Ness or Henry Rollins(which, by this point, Remus didn't care who they were).

“I better get going,” Remus said, doing his best to not sound as bored as he felt, “I've gotta get some work in on my thesis before I can crash.”

Sirius's face fell a little, but he smiled nonetheless. “All right, let me walk you out.” He extended a hand, which Remus accepted and Sirius pulled him up, then they walked hand in hand to the door.

“Hope you weren't too bored tonight,” Sirius murmured as he pulled in Remus for a kiss. “We're just a little stressed. This is big for us.”

“I know,” Remus said with a faint smile, “I mean, I don't know a lot about it, so I just don't have much to add. It's about as exciting to me as my extensive collection of nineteenth-century American literature is to you.” He snorted when Sirius visibly shuddered.

“I don't even know why you have seven different editions of Tom Sawyer,” Sirius muttered with a shake of his head, “it's the same story!”

“They're different editions though!” Remus protested with a laugh. It wasn't exactly the first time they'd had this discussion. Sirius merely shook his head and leaned in to kiss him again.

“Get out of here you nerd, I'll see you later.”

~*~

Despite his insistence that he needed to work on his thesis, when Remus got home he found himself distracted by everything. His research material was spread out all over his desk, half a dozen sticky notes were affixed to the edges of his laptop screen, but despite his interest in the subject(Sappho to Kerouac, a study in LGBT Literary Icons), he just couldn't focus.

Giving up on getting any work done, he stood and pulled his jacket back on, and grabbed Moony's leash off its hook. The dog was there in an instant, whining impatiently as Remus hooked him up and grabbed a few bags from the hall closet.

“C'mon Moony,” he said, and led the dog down the steps and around the corner.

Remus allowed his mind to drift as he walked, occasionally craning his neck to look at the clear sky dotted with stars. He paused his walk to let Moony lift his leg, and let out a squawk of surprise and fear when a gloved hand clapped over his mouth, and a lit cigarette came into view less than an inch from the side of his face.

“Gimme yer wallet, or I'll kill ya,” the voice hissed, high and false, and Remus struggled to stay calm, but Moony appeared ignorant to his owner's dilemma, distracted by some sort of smell in the grass next to the Keep Left sign.

“Okay, okay,” Remus said in a rush, his voice muffled by the gloved hand, “just, please, don't hurt me.” The man loosened his grip and Remus turned, and his eyes widened. “Sirius, you git!”

Sirius howled with laughter, while Remus gave him a sharp shove, stuck somewhere between anger and amusement at him as Sirius staggered back a half-step from the shove, still red-faced from laughing.

“You scared the shit out of me!” Remus said, though his admonishment had less impact that he would have liked, now that Moony noticed who had joined them and was enthusiastically jumping up on him.

“I saw you walking, couldn't help myself,” Sirius finally said when he calmed down, pushing the dog off him and taking a step forward to close the distance between them. “I felt kind of bad about dinner, so I came out to make up for it,” he said as he arched his brow suggestively, and Remus grinned a little at the implication.

“And making up for it involves giving me a heart attack?”

“Well, that was just for fun,” Sirius said with a grin, and linked his arms at the small of Remus's back. “Walk me home? Well, your home—oh, you know what I mean.”

Remus drew Sirius in for a kiss, and reached out instinctively to push down the interrupting dog, his other arm coiled around Sirius's neck.

“What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't walk the lady home?” Remus asked, and Sirius snickered.

“Shut up.”

Hand in hand, the pair headed back towards Remus's duplex, not speaking, but enjoying the night sounds and feel of the other at their side. Inside the house, Remus quickly unhooked Moony, and he wandered off, a scant three seconds before Sirius pulled him close and kissed him. Remus wrapped his arms around Sirius's neck and held him close, a move that was met with a soft groan from the man.

“After you left I could hardly concentrate,” Sirius murmured, reaching further down to give Remus's arse a squeeze, “all I could think about was you.”

“You really are a cornball romantic, aren't you?” Remus replied in the same soft tone, and Sirius chuckled a little, though he didn't deny it.

“I brought a present for Moony that should keep him distracted tonight,” Sirius said, his brow cocked suggestively. He opened his jacket, and inside was a rubber Kong toy in a plastic bag, which Remus could see had been filled to the brim with peanut butter.

“I hope you don't plan on getting the toy back,” Remus said with a soft chuckle, “Moony will rip that thing to shreds.”

“If it keeps him occupied for about an hour then I have no complaints,” Sirius replied with a grin, and Remus barked a laugh.

“Only an hour? What are you, seventeen?” Remus grinned when Sirius snorted to his question, and instead of answering he pulled Remus in for another kiss.

Remus called the dog over, and Sirius extracted the peanut butter-laced toy from its bag. Moony grabbed it from Sirius's hands and trotted to the sitting room, where he promptly plopped down and went to town on the thing. Remus closed a hand around the front of Sirius's T-shirt and dragged him in for a kiss, while the man shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it blindly at the coat hanger, just barely catching it. Remus was relieved of this, as he didn't fancy having to stop what they were doing to pull the garment out of Moony's reach.

The couple clumsily made their way to the bedroom, shutting the door behind them, and Remus guided Sirius to his bed. He perched upon the edge, and Remus climbed clumsily into his lap. He wobbled a little and Sirius was quick to wrap his arms around Remus's waist to hold him steady. Remus's hands moved to stroke Sirius's hair, and marvelled at the way the soft locks threaded through his fingers.

“Remus,” Sirius breathed against his mouth, and they parted as Remus reached down to peel off Sirius's white T-shirt and tossed it blindly over his shoulder.

Sirius was fit, not that Remus expected him not to be, especially after all the close contact moments they'd shared over the last two months. His chest was sculpted, but not in an exaggerated way, and at last Remus saw the entire design upon Sirius's shoulder, of a stag and dog intertwined with a doe and fawn.

The black and grey design was beautiful, and Remus reached up to brush his fingers over it, and was surprised to find that the tattooed skin was slightly softer than the unblemished flesh just below it. There was another tattoo he hadn't seen before, a claddagh across his chest. Upon closer inspection, Remus saw that the design was meant to conceal a number of small circular scars. Remus's breath caught when he realized that they were cigarette burns.

Sirius closed a hand over Remus's, drawing his attention from the design and to Sirius's face.

“Friendship, loyalty, and love to remind me what a real family is, not what my mother made it out to be,” Sirius murmured by way of explanation. He pulled Remus in for a kiss, and he used one hand to hold Remus in place, the other moved to the top button of his cardigan, flicking it open. Remus tensed momentarily, his mind flitting back (not for the first time) to Gilderoy's reactions to the state of his body. Sirius seemed to sense his apprehension, and broke the kiss, staring intensely into his eyes as he continued to flick open the buttons.

“You are perfect to me as you are Remus, nothing could make me love you any less,” Sirius said, then kissed him again as his hands moved back up to Remus's shoulders and pushed the garment off.

Underneath, Remus happened to be wearing one of the few graphic T-shirts he owned, black, with a design of partially filled beakers, overlaid with a white banner that read, I'm very into science. When Sirius's eyes fell to it, he snorted softly.

“Are you now?”

“Yeah, well...” Remus trailed off as he chuckled, and lifted his arms as Sirius grabbed hold of the hem of the shirt and pulled it off.

Sirius sucked in a breath as he tossed aside the shirt and took in the sight of Remus's upper body. The crisscross of scars and tears in his flesh littered his skin, leaving almost no area of it unblemished.

“Blimey...” Sirius whispered, a hand falling to brush across one of the more prominent scars across his left pec, “I mean, you told me about it, but I had no idea...” He trailed off, and kissed Remus again, his hold on him tightening slightly.

Remus was slightly alarmed by the reaction, in particular the intensity behind the kiss.

“I won't let you take on any more scars,” Sirius said with vehement determination, “mental or physical. I'll protect you.” Remus smiled to the sentiment, one of his hands falling to brush across the concealed scars upon Sirius's chest before he spoke.

“How about instead of you protecting me, we vow to protect each other?” Remus asked with a smile, and Sirius grinned sheepishly. He leant in and captured Remus's mouth in a soft kiss.

“I like that idea.”

Sirius's grin widened, and he shifted back on the bed with Remus still perched in his lap. Remus kissed him one last time, then trailed the tip of his tongue along the edge of his jaw, down the side of his neck, and to his chest. Sirius trembled under him, in particular when he caught the man's nipple in his teeth and tugged gently on it. He groaned, arching his back a little in a silent bid for Remus to continue.

Remus pressed the heel of his hand against the bulge in Sirius's jeans, and he let out a soft growl.

“Remus I swear if you tease me...”

“You'll what?” Remus asked with a soft laugh, and Sirius went quiet, occasionally palming Sirius's erection while he waited for an answer.

“I'll...I'll...not speak to you for a week.”

Remus snorted, and popped open the top button of the garment.

“Somehow, I doubt you'd be able to hold out for more than an hour, if that,” Remus said, taking his time unzipping the zip, then curled his fingers around the waistband of both his jeans and pants, and slowly began to pull them down. Sirius didn't even bother to offer up any sort of defence to Remus's comment; it wasn't like he was wrong.

Like the rest of him, Sirius's cock was beautiful. Remus had never been one to claim that all genitalia was ugly, and Sirius's practically made his mouth water at the sight of it. It curled slightly instead of jutting straight out, and his balls were nestled in a sea of immaculately groomed pubic hair. Remus moved to taste him, but Sirius's hand on his shoulder stopped him short.

“I want to see you,” Sirius said softly, his eyes wide with a look of absolute adoration.

“O-Okay,” Remus said, and reluctantly pulled himself off Sirius, and Sirius sat up, bracing his weight on his elbow to watch. Remus took a moment to marvel at the casual elegance of him laying there, then opened his trousers and dropped out of them without looking up at Sirius, his pants closely following.

He sat on the edge of the bed, and Sirius's gaze automatically fell to his prosthetic. His hand rested on his thigh just above it, and he curled himself around Remus like some sort of living pillow.

“Does it hurt?” He asked, and Remus shrugged a little.

“Not really, no,” he said, “if I'm standing around for a really long time it gets a little sore, but nothing crazy.”

Sirius leant up and kissed Remus gently. Remus turned to return it, his hands falling to Sirius's hips as he coaxed Remus back into his lap. Remus paused long enough to remove his leg and peel off the liner, then moved to perch himself in Sirius's lap. Remus looked at his boyfriend a little nervously, but Sirius hardly passed his stump a second glance, seemingly far more interested in capturing Remus's mouth with his own.

Sirius's tongue extended to meet Remus's, and they tangled together clumsily, Remus's arms draping over his shoulders, while Sirius rested his hands on Remus's hips.

“Lube?” Sirius asked softly, and Remus smiled, nodding to his night table.

“Condoms are in there too,” he replied, and Sirius stretched out to open it, and withdrew both items. He started with the lubricant, and pulled Remus in for a gentle kiss while he popped the cap of the little tube, squeezed a small measure out, and snuck the hand around to his hole.

“Go slow,” Remus said nervously, “it's been a while.” Sirius smiled warmly at him, and without a word his slick fingertip pressed lightly against him, and slid slowly past the tight ring of muscle.

Remus's breath hitched as he groaned appreciatively. Sirius's head dropped to press a light kiss to the side of Remus's throat, while he slid the digit all the way in to the knuckle. At the same time, Sirius pressed the condom into his hand.

“Put it on me,” Sirius whispered hoarsely, and Remus grinned a little as he bit down on the edge of the wrapper and tore it open, then pulled it out and took great joy in sliding it over Sirius's cock.

Sirius withdrew his finger, and Remus used Sirius's shoulders for leverage, as well as with Sirius's help, his hands resting on Remus's hips, he slid onto Sirius's cock. The action was met with dual groans of pleasure at the sensation.

Finally, Remus thought.

A little awkwardly at first, Remus lifted off Sirius's cock and slid back down, grunting his pleasure as he felt it brush his prostate.

“Fuck,” he hissed, tilting his head back, while Sirius guided his movements, helping him to essentially fuck himself on Sirius's cock.

Beneath him, Sirius followed his movements, arching his hips in time with his thrusts, and as his breaths grew more sporadic and rough, Remus curled a hand around his own erection and began to stroke himself. Sirius was quick to swat his hand away and stroke Remus himself, and they both came, Remus first and Sirius a moment later. Panting shakily, Sirius coaxed Remus onto his side and pulled his softening cock out of him. He began to pull off the used condom, and Remus cut in before he could bin it.

“The bin on top of the toilet in the loo,” he said, “otherwise I'll have a particularly gross mess to clean up tomorrow morning.”

“All right, will do,” Sirius said with a chuckle, and stood to saunter out of the room. Before he'd even gotten to the door, a high whine sounded from the other side of the door, followed by the sound of Moony scratching on the door. Sirius barked a laugh and opened the door, and the dog trotted in, paused to sniff at Sirius, then trotted over to Remus. Sirius turned back with a chuckle to watch the dog, then walked out into the hall. Remus watched him go, his gaze fixed upon Sirius's pert arse. He was distracted from the lovely sight by Moony clambering onto the bed, and stretching out in the spot Sirius had occupied not a full minute before.

When Sirius returned a moment later with a damp towel, he threw his head back and laughed at the sight.

“It looks like I've been replaced,” he observed, while he handed over the towel he'd brought. Remus mopped up his mess, which was more or less just dotted across his stomach.

“Yeah, Moony wishes,” Remus replied with a small smile, then urged the dog to the end of the bed.

Sirius settled back down next to him, and Remus stretched out, exhausted, satisfied, and entirely at peace. With the dog laying across their feet like some sort of moving foot warmer, Remus shifted closer to Sirius and kissed him.

“I love you,” Remus said.

Sirius's pleasantly tired out expression split into a wide smile, and he shifted closer to Remus to kiss him again.

“I love you too.”
A/N: I didn't have access to Internet when I wrote this, so age-wise Tonks might be a little off. I was ballparking, because I couldn't remember the exact age gap between her and the Marauders >.< I did tinker with the idea of using more of the original OotP members for Sirius's band, but alas there were few that I could really picture in these roles, so you guys get OCs. Also, the updates aren't coming as frequently because I'm working on 3 things at once, including my NaNoWriMo Fanfic project. So apologies for that.
For the smut scene, a lot of the information I researched I found was spotty at best, and my asking around yielded far fewer results than I'd hoped. A lot of Remus's 'stuff' during that scene was guesswork, and if anyone finds it inaccurate or anything, please point it out to me so I can fix it.
Also, yes, I know Sirius isn't Irish, but I love claddagh tattoos so, there.
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