FIC: Games People Play (in the middle of the night) [Remus/Sirius - NC-17] Part 1 Title: Games People Play (in the middle of the night) Author:midnitemarauder Pairing: Remus/Sirius Rating: NC-17 Kinks: Rimming, Mild D/s, Dirty Talk, Spanking, 'Injudicious' fingering (i.e. interrupted/attempted fisting) Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters belong to JK Rowling and Scholastic/Bloomsbury. Word Count: ~11,000 Summary: In July, 1980, the Wizarding world is awash in turmoil, and trust is a fleeting commodity. Finding himself caught up in events he can't control, Sirius discovers that all is not fair in love and war. Author's Notes: Written for the 2006 Reversathon at Livejournal, for red_squared who requested: Sirius/Remus, with established, mild D/s relationship, (top!Remus). "Remus wants to try a new kink/toy. Sirius freaks out". Many thanks to my betas inksheddings, mentha, xingou, and ladyblack888 for their input and invaluable assistance. ♥ ♥ Titled borrowed from the Alan Parsons Project.
July, 1980
"What a shite way to spend a Friday night. Crouching in a patch of muddy weeds in a Muggle garden. Really, you'd think they'd take proper care of it. Fuck, I think I'm getting a rash."
"Shhh!" Remus admonished, peering around the side of the shed they were sheltering behind. "Could be worse. At least we're not stuck in that horribly foul alley in Birmingham again."
"Sussex, Birmingham – it's all shite when it means skulking about in the middle of the night. Especially when I'd rather be doing anything else," Sirius murmured, stretching his neck with an audible crack. "Like sleeping, or getting pissed, or shagging."
"This coming from the man who spent seven years skulking about Hogwarts in the middle of the night for kicks," Remus whispered, still watching the house.
"Yes, well, it was dry there."
"Right. Dry, sunny Scotland."
"And cooler. Sodding heat wave. Less itchy, too." Sirius reached around awkwardly to try to scratch between his shoulder blades. He could feel the sweat dripping down his back, mingling with the wet of his rain and mist-soaked t-shirt. It should have felt cool, but the heavy air was stifling and it pressed in on him, making him irritable. The thought of Remus dressed in long robes beside him made him perspire even more, and he scowled, scratching ineffectively.
"Nostalgia," Remus said, shaking his head. "Forgot about the great swarming clouds of insects, have you? Just change if you're so uncomfortable."
"Wet weedy dog is just as uncomfortable as wet weedy wizard. Probably get fleas. And it's too hot for all that fur." He looked at his watch. "Bugger it! I don't think anyone's coming tonight."
Remus sighed and sank down onto his knees, brushing his damp sweaty hair back from his forehead. "We still have to stay for a couple more hours yet," he said, squinting at his own watch. "You're right about the weather though. Too hot and damp by half, even for July. I can barely see the back door in all of this mist."
"We should move closer," Sirius suggested, yearning to move from their cramped, itchy confines and stretch his legs a bit.
"And what? Hide behind the washing line?" Remus asked. "Besides, we'll hear them Apparate. Well, we should do."
Sirius grunted and settled back down, ripping out the irritating patch of tall plants at his back and tossing them aside. He wiped his muddy hands on his thighs and frowned. No help for it; his jeans would definitely need washing now.
He felt completely useless sitting here, squatting in the drizzle. Guard duty, my arse, he thought irritably. Useless waste of time. We should be out doing… well, doing something.
Rationally, he knew what they were doing wasn't useless at all. In the week since the students had returned home from Hogwarts for summer holidays, the families of eight Muggleborn students had been attacked and murdered. The number of wizard disappearances – muggleborn, half-blood and pureblood alike – had risen sharply in the past several weeks. Voldemort and his Death Eater toadies were getting stronger and bolder. What had previously been the occasional random threat or attack had now taken on substance and the consequences were escalating.
With so much focus needed on their own frightened community, there were precious few resources to be spared on Muggle casualties of war. The Ministry had decided that those fatalities were best left for the Muggle authorities to manage amongst themselves. Obliviators were sent only to sort out Muggle sightings of wizarding activity, predominantly the Dark Mark, its sickly iridescent green silhouette lingering in the sky for hours, even days in the aftermath, homage to the inherent frailty of human life and the malevolence of those who would take it so casually.
Of course, Dumbledore and Moody were of a different mind from the Ministry in the matter of the protection of Muggle families; which was why he was presently wet, sweaty, itchy, irritable, and not, to his utter dismay, surrounded by cooling charms and being shagged within an inch of his life.
The small cottage house they were guarding in the tiny village of Mark Cross was the home of two Muggleborn students. Remus had told him the elder was a soon-to-be sixth year Gryffindor, his younger sister a fourth year Ravenclaw. Remus was like that – always so detail oriented, and as former Prefect, he likely remembered the boy from their own years at school. Sirius himself had a vague recollection, but didn't care about the specifics; he knew that the children and their families were worth protecting regardless.
His problem was that the patience and tedious inactivity required for this sort of endeavour were not his strongest qualities and never really had been. Unless, of course, the activity involved plotting mischief and causing mayhem of his own. But even those days were long behind him, or seemed to be. He had never been 'innocent', and no one would have dared accuse him of such, but he missed the simplicity of how things used to be, the carefree, faux innocence and ignorance of adolescence.
He idly wondered how Peter and Frank, and James and Emmeline were faring and was tempted to take the small mirror from his pocket to see, but was brought out of his musings by a sharp jab from Remus.
"What?"
"Did you hear that?" Remus asked peering intently into the gloom.
"Huh?"
"I thought I heard– Oi! There's a light inside! Two!" he exclaimed, breaking into a run and nearly skidding on the wet grass. "Damn! They must have gone in through the front door! Sirius!"
"On it!" Sirius replied, not bothering to watch while his Patronus galloped off and disappeared behind him. He quickly followed Remus. The back door burst open with a loud bang and the two rushed inside as a high-pitched scream sounded from upstairs.
**
"Nicely done, lads," Alastor Moody said, taking the two of them aside and leading them out into the hallway, away from the grave MLE officials talking quietly beside the splintered and tattered remains of the furniture in the master bedroom. Sirius spared a last glance around the room; his gaze flickered between the sheet-covered body in the corner, the young girl clutching at her mother with tears streaming down their faces, and the boy standing dry-eyed beside them, face white with shock.
"Shame about the father," Moody continued. "We'll get them sorted, send them off to stay with family. Elkins is in custody," he said, glancing at his watch. "Likely being interrogated right now. Knew him, did you?"
Remus nodded. "Ravenclaw, two years ahead of us."
"Fair Beater, he was," Sirius said, shaking his head, disgusted, and swiping at a drip of blood on his cheek. "A half-blood, too."
"Like me," Remus mumbled.
Sirius glanced up at him and frowned, turning to Moody. "There were three others. The younger Lestrange – Rabastan, the nasty git – and two we didn't see well enough to recognize. Bastards got away."
"We'll find them. Eventually," Moody muttered. "Best you two get on home. Might want to see a healer first. That slash looks ugly," he said, pointing his chin at Sirius. "Leave you with a nice scar if you're lucky, and you're looking a bit scorched yourself, Lupin."
Remus nodded, and they Apparated away with a crack.
**
Sirius dropped his wand onto the coffee table and collapsed onto the couch, covering his eyes with his hand for a moment and then briskly scrubbing his fingers through his hair.
"Hell of a night. Could sleep for a week. Any firewhisky left?"
"Don't think so. You're getting the furniture wet, and you're still bleeding. Let me have a look at that," Remus said, kneeling in front of him and grasping his chin in his hand. He held his wand next to the wound and whispered softly.
Sirius closed his eyes and felt a tingle on his cheek. He opened them to find Remus grinning and very close, nearly nose to nose, fingers still holding his chin.
"There. That should do it. No scarring either. Though I must say," Remus said, lowering his voice, "it would have made you look rather dashing and rugged. Quite sexy, really." Remus leaned in and kissed him roughly, nipping at his lower lip, a glint of something almost feral in his eyes when he pulled back, and Sirius swallowed. Perhaps he wasn't so tired after all.
"All right, up you go," Remus said, getting to his feet and pulling Sirius up after him. He pulled him in close and gently bit Sirius' ear, licking a path around the edge.
"We could both do with a wash," he whispered. "You're not nearly wet enough for my liking."
"You mean I'm not naked enough," Sirius said slyly, grinding himself against Remus' hip, nuzzling and licking at his exposed neck. "Really, Moony, I'm plenty wet. Want me to show you?"
"Mmmm," Remus replied, taking a step back and pulling off Sirius' t-shirt. He ran his finger over a long red scorch mark on Sirius' belly and pressed. "Ooooh. Nice."
Sirius gasped and stepped back.
"Bit sore?"
Sirius nodded absently. "It'll keep. Come here." He stepped close again, reaching out and tugging at Remus' robes.
"Uh-uh," Remus said, shaking his head while batting Sirius' hands away. "Jeans. Off. Start the water. I'll be right behind you," he added, a wicked smile on his face as he ducked into the bedroom.
Sirius sighed and peeled off his damp, muddy jeans, falling back down onto the couch when they got stuck halfway down his legs. Dropping them in a heap on the floor, he padded into the bath and turned on the tap, stepping into the tub and closing his eyes as the warm water pelted his clammy skin. It stung where the water beat against the scratches on his belly and thigh, but not enough for him to move away.
He reached for the soap and heard the creak of the door hinges. A moment later Remus was behind him, his body pressed close, cock already hard against his arse, arms reaching around to take the soap from his hands.
"Let me," Remus murmured, turning Sirius to face him.
Sirius closed his eyes, sighing blissfully as the water beat a steady rhythm against his back while Remus' hands moved over his arms, chest, belly, and hips, his fingers and palms soothing and gentle. He held his breath momentarily, but Remus' fingers barely skimmed over the painful scorch mark, and he exhaled slowly, smiling when Remus' hands moved even lower.
Remus took a bit more time there, not that he was complaining. It felt far too good, the long, deft fingers stroking gently, cupping his bollocks, thumbs circling at the crease between groin and thigh. Sirius felt the briefest touch of lips to the tip of his cock before the hands moved further down to his thighs and calves.
"Turn around," Remus whispered, straightening up, his hands on Sirius' shoulders nudging him.
He opened his eyes and leaned his head forward, capturing Remus' mouth for a brief kiss – just the barest hint of tongue against his lips – before turning to face the wall, sluicing the soap from his body. Remus was already soaping his back, his fingers firm, massaging the aching muscles, his hands going lower, thumbs now digging blissfully into Sirius' lower back while his fingers pressed into his hips and down to his arse.
"Feels good, Moony. Ta," he mumbled, eyes closed again, bowing his head into the spray and letting the water pound against his skull. He straightened up after a moment, wiping the water from his eyes, and turned his head to look back over his shoulder.
"Your turn, now" he said with a hint of regret; Remus' hands felt wonderful on his skin and he was loath to move despite the urge to drag Remus off to their bed, wondering exactly what Remus had 'prepared' for them for tonight.
"In a bit," Remus replied, and Sirius could almost hear a smile in his voice. "Not finished with you just yet."
Remus leaned forward to put the soap back in the dish and kissed Sirius' cheek before stepping back and returning to his ministrations, moving his thumbs lower down and running them between his arse cheeks, rubbing, massaging. Remus nudged him forward so the shower spray ran over his back, and he braced his hands against the wall, watching his cock, hard and bobbing slightly while the soapy water spiralled down the drain below.
"Close your eyes," Remus said from behind him, and he complied. Remus pulled him back from the wall so that the water was beating down against his chest once more, and raised his arms above his head. There was the briefest of whispers and suddenly his wrists were tightly bound to the shower nozzle.
"Sly bastard," Sirius said, grinning.
Remus didn't reply. Sirius heard another whisper followed by a faint clattering on the tile floor.
Remus moved behind him once again and trailed kisses down his spine, licking at his wet skin. "You look so fucking beautiful like this," he murmured between kisses. "So wet. Taste so good."
Sirius moaned, knowing exactly what was coming next as Remus' hands once again moved between his arse cheeks, and he spread his legs as far as he could within the confines of the tub. The first touch of Remus' tongue made his cock literally jump and he pressed his palms together, leaning his head on his arm and sucking in a breath.
"Fuck yeah, Moony."
Remus, on his knees behind him, replied with a hum, spreading him open further. He closed his eyes. Remus was so fucking good at this, and what made it even better was that he truly loved doing it. He knew every inch of Sirius' body, knew exactly how to touch him or lick him just – "Oh! Right– oh, fuck! There! Yeah. Oh, God!"
His knees felt as fluid as the water, and he pushed back, thrusting against Remus' face, feeling his tongue as it dipped inside him, shallow at first, then deeper. The water was almost needle-sharp against his chest, his nipples growing more sensitive. He squirmed, his hands useless, unable to find much leverage.
Remus' hand clasped around his left ankle and gently tugged upward. He shifted his weight to keep his balance, leaning heavily on the shower nozzle, and lifted his leg, knee bent, foot resting comfortably on the flat side of the tub allowing Remus better access. Remus nearly growled in approval, pressing his tongue deeper inside, and Sirius shivered. The drumming of the water and the loud thrumming of his blood in his ears did nothing to mask the slick sucking humming noises coming from behind him, and he groaned, pressing his face harder against his bicep. He felt completely open and exposed and desperately in need of release.
"Please," he begged. "Fuck – please. Touch me Moony. Need it. Need to come."
If Remus heard, he gave no answer.
"Moony," he moaned. Remus only spread him wider and pressed his fingers into Sirius' hips, unrelenting.
"Fuck!" His cock ached to be touched. He wriggled, trying to hop backwards in an effort to direct the spray of water a little lower. He groaned when Remus pulled back and cried out as Remus slapped him sharply across his arse.
"Hush! Be still," Remus ordered. "Not finished with you."
He whimpered as Remus returned to his previous activities, his fingers digging in more forcibly, his tongue fucking him relentlessly.
"C'mon Remus. Oh God, you bastard. Fuck. Touch my cock, oh, please touch it, need to come, need to, need to– to…" He was babbling now, nearly sobbing, his arms tugging unconsciously against their bindings, his legs shaking. "Need to touch, let me touch, please Moony, let–"
Another slap landed across his bottom and he cried out again, but the sound was muffled as a gag magically materialized across his mouth, and suddenly Remus was standing behind him, tugging on the leather strap.
"You're a very bad boy, Sirius," he whispered, his voice husky. "I told you I wasn't finished. I was going to fuck you."
Sirius could feel Remus' cock rubbing against his arse, and he moaned.
"Yes, you'd like that, wouldn't you? Fuck you so hard, let you ride my cock," he purred. "Just the way you love it."
Sirius whimpered.
"But now…"
Sirius' hands were suddenly free and he was spun around so quickly, he nearly lost his balance. Remus steadied him and leaned over to turn off the tap. He rubbed his wrists, red where the bindings had dug into his skin in his struggles.
"On your knees," Remus ordered, pushing him down by his shoulders, and he fell to his knees, noticing with belated gratitude that Remus had placed a cushioning charm on the bottom of the tub.
Sirius watched Remus' face. He knew better than to touch himself now, though he was still achingly hard. He could feel Remus dragging his wand slowly over the gag, across his cheek and over his mouth. His eyes were dark, thoughtful, almost angry. He saw Remus flick his wrist, and the gag vanished.
He licked his lips.
Remus wasted no time. He tossed his wand aside, grabbed Sirius by his hair and plunged his cock into his mouth.
Sirius reached up to grasp Remus by his hips and closed his eyes.
"That's it, Sirius," Remus said, pulling back and thrusting shallowly. "A little more, just like that. I told you I was going to fuck you, fuck that pretty mouth of yours."
Sirius swallowed, relaxing his throat as Remus sped up his pace, thrusting deeper. He clenched his fingers, squeezing Remus' arse.
"Take it all. I know you can. Suck me. Yes, that's it, that's, oh yes, so good, so good."
Sirius swallowed again, listening to Remus' words becoming less coherent, and slid a finger inside him. He knew Remus was close, and was desperate to bring him off. His own cock was still so hard it was almost painful, and he fingered him roughly, tears of frustration prickling his eyes.
Remus was also thrusting roughly, his cock smooth and warm against Sirius' lips and tongue, slamming relentlessly against the back of his throat. His words were no more than a drawn out moan now, and Sirius clamped his lips tighter around Remus' cock, giving up any pretence of doing more than letting Remus simply fuck his mouth.
He pushed his finger in as far as he could, twisted it and hummed, and Remus was coming, gasping with a final thrust. Sirius swallowed again, mercifully without choking as Remus' movements slowed. The back of his throat was sore, but he continued to gently rub the flat of his tongue back and forth against the underside of Remus' cock.
Remus pulled out slowly and Sirius sank down on his heels, hands on his thighs, looking pleadingly up at Remus.
"Please, Moony," he rasped.
Remus knelt down in front of him and kissed him, tongue plunging where his cock had been only moments before. Sirius felt him take his hand and wrap it around his cock, and he nearly sobbed with relief. He stroked himself once, twice, and he was coming, his cries muffled into Remus' mouth.
Lying in bed a short time later, hair still damp against his pillow, he listened to Remus' steady breathing beside him. He was exhausted and sore, happily so, but his mind refused to cooperate, and his thoughts had inexplicably turned to the events earlier that evening - or earlier that morning; they had arrive home just before dawn, and sun had risen while they had been… otherwise occupied.
He turned his head to the side with some effort, and in the muted light filtering through the tatty curtains, Remus' sheet-clad body became a shrouded body with empty, sightless eyes. Remus' eyes were a deep brown, but the eyes that he saw were a cool grey, far too similar to his own. He shuddered and closed his eyes, a frown on his face as he drifted into that grey space between waking and sleep, grey and strewn with the shadows of the dead.
*~*
Sirius Apparated into the alley beside Quality Quidditch supplies and waited for James who had been taking his time in saying goodbye to a very pregnant Lily. He didn't blame him for his concerns. None of Great Britain was safe these days.
Wormtail had arrived to keep her company while the two of them went out, 'following up on a hunch', as James referred to it. 'Another one of James' dim-witted notions but of course I'll go along because I always do' was how Sirius interpreted it.
And once again he was spending a Friday evening skulking about instead of down at the pub, though these days, very few wizards were brave enough to venture out at night, and even visiting a Muggle pub in London was no guarantee of safety. With the rash of seemingly-unrelated murders and disturbances plastered all over their newspapers and the telly, even the Muggles were worried. And rightfully so.
He leaned up against the wall and ran his fingers over the smooth wood of his wand, frowning.
At twenty years of age, life was supposed to consist of lazing about a cramped and cluttered flat listening to the Quidditch on the wireless, drinking too much, eating takeaway because you can't be arsed to learn how to cook, late nights at the pub or Muggle clubs (making it rain indoors in order to clear some space on the dance floor being completely optional) and sleeping next to a warm willing body every night. Well, one particular body, in his case. And, of course, shagging said warm and very willing body at every waking opportunity.
Twenty was not supposed to be spent fighting a war, awash in a wave of death and despair, estranged from and fighting against your blood family and secretly mourning the demise of your idiot baby brother. Nor should there be so many nights spent sleeping alone because your boyfriend is away for days on yet another one of Dumbledore's 'secret' assignments, wand under your pillow with protection charms surrounding your flat, blank, sightless eyes haunting your dreams and nightmares, and constantly fearing for the safety of your loved ones.
There was still plenty of takeaway and when Remus was home, there was much shagging to be had, but even that had taken on a different dynamic of late.
He jumped as James appeared next to him with a loud crack.
"Bloody hell, Prongs. Can't you do anything quietly?"
"What'd I do?" James whispered, shaking out his invisibility cloak and swirling it around his shoulders so that only his head was visible, floating in mid-air in the dim alley.
"Never mind. Lily and Pete okay then?"
"Seem to be. I hate leaving her alone, especially with the baby coming any day. She's been… Well, you saw her last night. Not herself lately. Honestly, I'll never understand women," he said, shaking his head. "Especially pregnant women. I gave her my mirror in case anything happens. You brought yours along like I said, yeah?"
"Got it right here," Sirius replied, pulling it from his pocket and holding it out to James. A disembodied hand reached out to take it and disappeared. "Hope she knows not to yell."
James rolled his eyes and pulled the cloak over his head. "She's tetchy all right, but she's not that stupid. C'mon. Change and let's go."
Sirius closed his eyes, concentrating, and felt the familiar shift. He opened his eyes, much lower to the ground now, his vision less precise, but his sense of smell vastly improved, and trotted off after James into Diagon Alley proper.
He paused at the entrance to Knockturn Alley, spying a figure in a dark hooded robe darting out from one of the shops. There were several others walking down the narrow dingy street, and he put his nose the ground, sniffing, doing his best to be more dog than man. It was ironic, he thought, how business in Knockturn was still thriving, while Diagon Alley, usually wall-to-wall with people, was little more than a ghost town, many of the popular shops boarded up and closed down, the shopkeepers fled. Just as well, since their potential customers were nearly non-existent.
He continued down the street, pausing as he came upon the Tooth 'n Claw, the run down pub apparently still managing a decent business judging by sounds of clinking glass and the low murmur of voices coming from within, and slunk into the alley alongside.
"Oi," came a loud whisper from the vicinity of a large rubbish bin situated next to a grubby window. "Down here."
He padded down the alley, climbing over some boxes and crates on the ground until he was under the window. Jumping up on his hind legs, he peered cautiously into the window and dropped back down, shifting back.
"Right," he whispered. "Fat lot of good this does. I doubt this thing has been washed any time this century. Everyone's in dark hooded robes – what is that anyhow? S'bloody sweltering out! – and I can't hear a bloody thing.
"Shhh!"
"Yeah, yeah," Sirius whispered, waving his hand absently.
"I'm going inside," said James' disembodied voice. "You stay here and keep watch. And change back. You look too conspicuous out here dressed all Muggle like that."
"Great. And I'll just nose through the rubbish then? Why do you get to go in?"
"My idea, and my cloak," James replied.
Sirius snorted. "Smug bastard. Like nobody's gonna notice the door opening and no one's– Ouch! Stop that!"
"No more than you deserve," James replied, slipping his hand back under the cloak. "Besides, you're much better suited for rubbish. Just how conspicuous would a bloody great stag be mucking about beside a pub in the middle of London?"
"You might get lucky and some old hag'll try to take you home, impressed by your magnificent rack. Useful potion ingredient, you know."
"Ha ha. Speaking of which, look – that old hag in there looks to be leaving. Least I think it's a hag. Be right back. Keep quiet while you poke about."
Sirius listened to his running footsteps echoing on the cobblestones and smirked when he heard James stumble and mutter a curse. "Smooth, Prongsy."
He peered into the grimy window again, this time with human eyes and watched a dark squat shape waddling towards the front exit. "Right. Tooth 'n Claw. Should be called the Hagging Maggot or something even viler," he mumbled to himself.
Sighing, he sunk down onto his haunches, leaning against the wall of the pub, mindful of the filth on the ground and the stench around him. Bloody Prongs and his brilliant ideas. He supposed he should be watching through the window in case James wasn't as stealthy as he used to be. There was a difference between sneaking about empty school corridors as a teenager, and pushing through a fairly crowded pub of seedy, unsavoury customers as an adult.
He made to rise when he heard a loud creak of hinges. The back door on the other side of the rubbish bin opened, and a lone figure in a dark hooded robe exited. Temporarily hidden by the bin, he dropped to all fours, cringing at the filth and changed soundlessly.
Hidden more fully by the boxes and crates now, he ducked down, careful not to make a sound, and peered through a broken slat. The figure took a few steps towards him and stopped, peering upwards as the moon, nearly full, suddenly emerged from behind a cloud.
The hood dropped from his head, and Sirius felt his breath catch as Remus stood no more than five feet in front of him, gazing mournfully up at the moon. Remus sighed and shook his head, and without looking back down, Apparated away with a muted crack, leaving Sirius alone in the alley.
**
"Padfoot!" James called out in a loud stage whisper, kicking the crate and causing Sirius to jump back with a yelp. "Some guard dog you turned out to be. Called you three times. C'mon, let's get out of here. Back to Diagon."
Sirius hopped over the crates and yelped again when he caught his back leg on another broken slat.
"Shhh!" James admonished. "Merlin, what is with you? Meet me back in the alley by Quality Quidditch," he said and then he was gone.
Sirius had no idea how long James had been inside the pub and couldn't presently check his watch to see. Time had stopped for him the moment Remus' hood had fallen back, and even now it had yet to restart properly. His mind was elsewhere as he slowly made his way to the street, and he nearly collided with another hooded wizard as he exited the alley.
"Tcha!" the man said, kicking out at him and missing as Sirius jumped back. "Dumb dog."
Sirius bared his teeth and growled fiercely. The man made to kick at him again, and Sirius lunged, nipping at the man's leg beneath his cloak before running across the narrow street, and dodging a quickly thrown hex. He growled again and ran up the cobblestones toward Diagon Alley. He was panting when he reached the small but cleaner alley beside the Quidditch shop where James was waiting, visible now and tucking away his cloak.
"There you are! Well, that was fairly useless. Nasty lot in there, too. I thought I recognized McNair and Lestrange – the ugly git who's married to your cousin, not the one you ran into a couple of weeks ago – but when I tried to get close, I couldn't hear a blasted thing. Too noisy and they were using that muffling spell besides. I didn't dare counter it. Should have left you home and brought Wormtail. You were useless. Least he would have been helpful. Though I don't suppose he'd fancy crawling around on the floor in that place. Anyway, here," he said, taking the mirror from his pocket. "I should get home."
Sirius blinked, transformed back and grabbed James by his wrist. "Wait. Not yet."
"What is wrong with you? You were completely oblivious back there in the alley. I've now insulted you twice, and you haven't said a bloody word about it."
"Nothing's wrong. Just thinking s'all."
"Thinking?" James shook his head. "Hell of a time for that. What about? All the shagging you'll get up to when Remus gets back?"
Sirius jerked his head up sharply, his stomach knotting.
"You were thinking about Remus! I knew it. A few days alone and little Paddy feels neglected, eh? If you ask nicely and bring her fresh strawberries and custard, I'm sure Lily would be happy to charm one of those nasty pluggy things of yours for you."
"Already charmed," Sirius said, smirking.
James rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Bloody sex fiends the both of you. Besides, where's your sense of brotherly support? I'm the one feeling neglected here. Lily and I haven't been able to shag in over a month because of the baby, and with her temper, I don't dare ask her… well, you know."
Sirius snorted. "And whose fault is that? You know, if you're that hard up, Jamie," he added, tossing his head back and winking.
"Right. There are very few places I'm willing to stick my cock these days and, sorry Padfoot, but your shameless arse isn't one of them."
"Your loss, mate," he replied, grinning.
"Yes, well, one I'm happy to live with all the same, thanks."
"You forget. I've seen you wank. You're rubbish. Can always loan you one of our 'nasty pluggy things' if you're that desperate. But since you won't be having any from her or me tonight, or any time soon for that matter, you can come have a drink with me."
"Getting me pissed is not going to work." James grumbled.
"Might be worth the effort though, just to see you squirm."
"Bastard. Seriously Padfoot – and don't even say it," he interrupted himself, pointing his finger at Sirius. "Stupid puns. Really though, I really don't like leaving her alone for long. You could come back to mine. Should have a bottle of something around the flat, if you haven't already drunk it, that is."
"M'not in the mood for company."
"Then what am I?"
"Not what I consider company. Come on. Just one. Look," he said, sighing. "I'm just not ready to go home yet, all right?"
James looked up sharply at that, but Sirius held his face impassive.
"Fine. Just one. And you're buying."
They walked briskly down the empty street towards the Leaky Cauldron in silence, purposely avoiding glancing at the darkened shops as they passed. Neither wanted to see who else had boarded up their windows this week and fled; it was too depressing to contemplate. At least they knew Tom would be at the Leaky, having refused to close despite the absence of most of his regular – or really any – clientele.
Just as Sirius had expected, the normally bustling pub was nearly empty but for two elderly wizards sat on opposite ends of the bar. They glanced over as the two young men entered and turned quickly away, noses buried in their respective goblets.
Sirius waved to Tom. "Firewhisky," he said, as they made their way to a booth in a dark corner and sat down. Tom appeared a moment later with two tumblers filled nearly to the brim with deep amber liquid.
"Ta, Tom. You're a mate."
"You two lads shouldn't be out. S'not safe," Tom said, his voice mildly scolding.
"You're still here and open for business," Sirius pointed out, taking a large sip from his glass and shuddering as the burn of the liquid trickled down his throat.
"Been 'ere seventy years, I have. Didn't close shop during the last two Dark Wars, 'n I'm too old to tuck tail now."
"Too stubborn, more like," James said, flashing a quick smile. "We'll be all right. Straight home after this. Promise."
"There's a lad," Tom said and leaned closer, lowering his voice. "And how's the missus, then?"
"She's just fine. Well, frustrated and impatient, of course," James said, keeping his voice low as well. "Nothing yet, but soon. I hope. We'll try to send word, and I'll be sure to tell her you were asking after her."
"You just keep 'em safe, Mr Potter. S'all I ask. Far as I'm concerned, no news is good news." He straightened up and cleared his throat. "Well, I'll leave you two to yer drinks, then, shall I?"
"Wait," Sirius said, reaching into his pocket for some coins.
"Nay, lad. This one's on the house. And no griping or leaving it on the table. M'not taking coin from you tonight. Now, drink up and get y'going."
"Ta, Tom. You're a good man."
"Aye, and don't you forget it, Mr Black," he said with a toothless grin. "Especially when all this is over and I charge y'double," he added over his shoulder and ambled back to the bar.
"Stubborn as a rock, that one," James said. "Not nearly as pig-headed and thick as you, though. And he's much better looking, too."
"Mmmm," Sirius mumbled, not looking up from fiddling with his glass.
"All right. That does it," James said, thumping his glass down and sloshing whisky over the side. "Out with it."
"S'nothing, all right? I just… Like I said. Don't wanna go home just yet is all," Sirius said, shrugging. He leaned forward, finger tapping the rim of his glass. "So, did you find out anything?"
James sighed. "You've not heard a thing I've said, have you? Merlin, Pads. I told you already, no. Thought I saw the elder Lestrange, looked like him under the hood, but I couldn't hear anything. Creepy lot in there. Almost surprised the MLE hasn't raided the place."
"They have. Twice in the last month, Moody told me. Took a few people in for questioning, but let 'em go. No evidence. Crouch nearly went insane when he heard." He leaned back and took another gulp of whisky.
"M'not surprised," James said. "He's a bit of a bastard."
"A bit?"
"Fair point. So… when's Remus back then?"
Sirius stared into his drink. "Dunno. He doesn't tell me, well, anything, really. He said he'd be gone about a week. S'been eight days today. Maybe tomorrow then."
"Full moon's Sunday night," James murmured. "Dumbledore wouldn't keep him away for that, would he?"
"No." He took another swallow and frowned. Remus was already back, but he couldn't tell James that. Well, he could. And he ought to; they had no secrets – well, almost no secrets, between them. Nothing important anyway. And James, for all his daft schemes, was far too shrewd, and he already knew something was bothering him.
"Anyway, I meant to tell you earlier, but I don't think I'll be able to make it this month. The baby and all. I can't leave her alone all night in case she goes into labour, and Alice is just as far along. I can't foist her off on them again this month."
Sirius waved his hand casually, and finished off his whiskey in one big gulp. "No worries," he rasped. "Of course you can't. Remus'll understand."
"I hate to miss it. Can't be helped though. And if I'm not there, Wormtail probably won't go either. Not that he'd be much good."
"Wouldn't want him clinging to my back, anyway. Bastard's got sharp claws. You gonna finish that?" he asked, pointing to James' nearly-full glass.
"Nah. S'all yours. You probably need it more than I do anyway."
Sirius grunted and reached for the glass, gulping down half its contents. He wondered if Remus would be home when he got there, wondered if he should say anything about tonight. Probably wouldn't even get the chance, he thought, remembering the night before Remus had left one week earlier. He'd been sore for two days after.
He nodded along while James made idle chatter, talking about Lily and their latest argument over proper wizarding baby names, but he was only half listening, and James knew it as well. He'd hoped the whisky might ease the tightness in his belly, but so far it had only made it worse. Still, he thought, taking another swallow, no sense in wasting good whisky.