Remus Lupin has an incurable smile on his face (![]() ![]() @ 2012-04-23 00:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | ch: 1war: remus lupin, ch: 1war: sirius black, p: gracie, p: mich |
WHO: Sirius Black & Remus Lupin [both 7-1war]
WHEN: Sunday after this journal entry.
WHAT: Remus demands to see Sirius, who complies, and they're caught 'sinning'! Remus is arrested!
STATUS/RATING: Complete log/PG for manly kisses and an action-packed chase.
I know it's already over now
Nothing left to lose
Loving you again
After the week that he was having, Remus was at his wit's end. He couldn't stand pretending anymore, as though he were a good Christian follower like any of these other villagers, not after what they'd done to them all so far. He could barely handle thinking of a world that didn't have a James in it, much less knowing that children and a version of Sirius were being punished for things that were utterly ridiculous. These scientists were the worst sort of sadists and he wished more than anything that there was a way to overpower them. His magic hadn't worked on the villagers, though, so he doubted that there was much he could do against these apparently omnipotent scientists. Remus and the rest of the people he'd gotten to know from the compound were unwilling, powerless lab rats.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got, until his pacing was getting jerkier and rougher, footprints dragging into the dirt at the back of the Jones house. No matter what else came of this, he needed to see Sirius. His Sirius. To affirm that the other man was okay and was still with him through this. He'd demanded as much of the other man in his journal. It felt like the world was crumbling down around them and that his sanity was at the edge of some precipice. He almost wanted to let himself fall over that edge; just let his mind crack so that he wouldn't have to feel so angry anymore.
"Fuck," he whispered to himself, dragging a hand through his hair and stopping his pacing. His back leaned against the outside of the house and he tilted his head, eyes gazing up at the ruddy sky. "Fuck fuck fuck."
Everything had gone to shit. They were living in Hell's village, which was ironic considering how "godly" these villagers claimed to be. Sirius had thought it was a joke at first, but after all the deaths and after seeing a version of himself die -- this was too much. The Scientists were the ones that should be on trial and hanged, not them. They were all innocent in this shitstorm of an experiment and Sirius just wanted to go home -- with Remus.
Remus. He had to see him. He had to escape for just a few minutes and indulge in the warmth of someone he was so very dependent upon for everything. He needed a moment of reassurance that there was still someone out there in the world that gave a shit about him, and that he'd even really existed at all. It was dangerous; he knew that. Worse, he knew he was putting Remus at risk. It was selfish, but Sirius knew that Remus needed this reunion just as much as he.
Leaving the Cary house as Padfoot, the big black dog made his way through the shadows cast by the night and tried to find his way to meet Remus. He found him soon enough, pacing and cursing behind the house. The trotting gait he'd been using turned into an outright run until he reached him. Padfoot jumped up onto his hind legs and pressed his paws against Remus' chest. He gave the man's face a thorough licking, as his tail wagged back and forth quickly.
It was only a few seconds later that Sirius Black stood in the dog's place, and his mouth covered Remus' in a deep, passionate kiss.
Remus was in the middle of another bout of swearing when he saw the black dog from the corner of his eye. Even though he'd expected Sirius to come as Padfoot, had even urged him to, seeing the familiar shape of his Animagus caused a knot in his stomach.
"Padfo —" he started, but was cut off by the dog's sloppy licks and then there was a man in his place, kissing him like the world would end tomorrow. From Remus's current perspective, it just might. His hands carded through the silky black hair and he kissed back with everything in him, tugging Sirius's head toward him like he wanted to fuse them together.
It wasn't long until he had to suck in precious air, so he broke the kiss and wrapped his arms around Sirius, his gaze penetrating through him. "I'm so glad to see you," he said, his voice rushed. "It's been hell Pads. An absolute, bloody nightmare. Those children, and then… another version of you. God," but he cut himself off with a bitter laugh.
"That's what this is all about. Fucking God. As if he would ever intervene in this awful place."
The kiss had been one of utter desperation. Sirius didn't know how they were ever going to survive in this horrendous place for much longer. Plenty of them already hadn't, or were well on their way to joining the dead. For someone who generally considered himself invincible, it was a shitty realization to come face to face with mortality with the threat of having it hanging by a noose.
He was clutching Remus, with his hands curled tightly around the material of the other man's shirt. The idea of letting go of him anytime soon was utterly absurd. Sirius listened as Remus ranted about the irony of the world they were living in, but he was more concerned about being close to him.
"Stop," he murmured, as he placed kisses along his jaw. "I don't care about God or these people right now. Just don't stop kissing me." He claimed his lips again and pressed up against him.
He closed his eyes against the entire world, letting himself enjoy having Sirius so near and kissing him like he needed him. Remus let a hand trail back up and curl into black hair, relishing in the feeling of having something that he'd been denied all week, and for who knew how much longer. His other hand pulled Sirius closer, just barely tugging at the old-fashioned closure of his vest. Even after seven days having to wear such clothing, he couldn't imagine getting any better at navigating the ties and closures. The frustration of everything that had happened was evident in the trembling of his hand.
He pulled back only slightly, needing to speak his thoughts. His lips were just a whisper away from Sirius's as he spoke, eyes still shut to prolong the hallucination that maybe they were somewhere else.
"I can't stop thinking about this, about what's already happened. Or wondering when we'll be next." It didn't matter that those deaths were seemingly staged; it had felt real enough at the time, and no one had yet to hear from the other Sirius. For all they knew, these captors could decide to truly off someone on a whim.
"I'm tired, Sirius. I don't know how much longer I can go on with this... farce. Without touching you..." Finally the trembling subsided and he'd managed to open the vest and shirt underneath, the first smile in many days gracing his lips. He cracked open his eyes and let his gaze lock onto Sirius's face. This was nearly enough to make him forget.
Remus' hands were heavenly, if Sirius had to make some sort of indication that he believed in God. He'd been needing that touch ever since the last and only time he'd been able to sneak into Remus' bedroom that one night earlier on in their stint in this place. It was so easy to fall right into old habits with him; their kisses, their touches, all came so naturally without even having to think about what to do or how to do it. The only problem were the ridiculous outfits they had to wear, which made it very inconvenient to touch at all. ...That was probably the point, given how prudish everyone was.
Sirius looked at Remus as he spoke, and could see the frustration and need in those eyes. He wanted to give Remus everything he wanted, and surrender to their passions and just be together the way they'd always been. He'd begun to see just how much he needed Remus, and how much he cherished him. Loved him.
"Remus," he whispered as he brought their lips together again. Those hands on his skin were warm, blazing fires everywhere they touched. "I.." The words melted into his kiss, lost in the passion that came to light and overwhelmed every other sense and emotion running through him.
When Remus was finally starting to enjoy the solid press of lips against his and the feel of skin under his quickly roaming fingers, he heard voices not too far away. His heart rate sped up and he pulled away, but the angry noises nearby made his stomach drop. His eyes widened at the sight of four villagers looking scandalised, pointing and shouting about what they saw.
"Sinners! Man's inappropriate and unholy touches upon another's flesh! HEATHENS!" The men started to lunge for them when Remus's brain clicked back into place as his horrified voice formed the words 'oh my god'.
He grabbed at Sirius's hand and made for the edge of the Jones property, his eyes rapidly scanning the area for any suitable hiding place. A look over his shoulder revealed that the men were giving chase. Since magic hadn't worked against them and they were outnumbered, Remus had to make a quick decision. He dragged Sirius around the back of a house that bordered the forest before he shoved him hard towards a copse of trees and bushes that were out of the mens' line of sight. Knowing that Sirius wouldn't willingly hide, he concentrated hard on his magic and aimed a wandless stunning spell towards the bushes that he'd fallen into. At least he could be safe, if Remus couldn't be.
The pounding feet of the men drew nearer and Remus tried to steer them away from where Sirius had landed. It didn't take long for one of them to catch up, his heavy body slamming into Remus while the others tugged and jostled him away from the woods. He vaguely heard two of them arguing about having lost 'that other heathen' before he felt a heavy punch to his stomach, followed by a sharp pain at the back of his head. And then the world went black.
Sirius felt like his heart was going to burst. He needed more, more everything. Remus' hands weren't moving fast enough. Even as his own started trying to unwork the fastenings of the other's shirt, it wasn't fast enough. He needed to feel skin on skin, hear those sounds of pleasure and feel the intimate union between them as they joined their bodies. He couldn't stand being deprived of him for so long -- even though they'd gone longer, during stints when they weren't together. Being together but forced to separate was torturous.
His mind was in another world when the voices sounded and at first Sirius didn't even hear them. It wasn't until Remus started to panic that he realized something was wrong. Soon enough they were on the move, running from villagers who were apparently accusing them of being heathenistic sinners. Sirius didn't understand why, but apparently men touching other men was a crime against God and grounds for being arrested.
He followed Remus as they ran across the property, but it was seemingly hopeless that they were going to actually get away. He opened his mouth to speak, but was greeted with a nasty stunning spell right square in the chest. It knocked him down into a rough patch of bushes where he was concealed from sight. He couldn't protest, couldn't jump up, couldn't scream, couldn't do anything but lie there motionless and silent. Sirius could still hear everything around him and was perfectly aware of what was going on. He wanted to shout at Remus, and at the villagers to take him too but he couldn't. All he could do was lie there as he heard Remus getting hit and dragged away.