westernredcedar (westernredcedar) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-28 06:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: westernredcedar, kink: biting, remus/severus, remus/sirius |
LMoM: 1979 (Part 28~ October 31, 1979)
Title: 1979
Today’s Date: October 31, 1979
Rating: R
Word count: ~1,500
Pairing: Remus/Severus, Remus/Sirius
Kink(s): biting
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2008
Summary: 1979: One of the worst years of Remus's life. Also, one of the best.
Today’s Episode: The first sign of trouble arrived and tapped at Severus’s windowsill on Halloween morning.
Warnings: Off-screen minor character death
Notes: The possibly insane blpaintchart has agreed to speed beta and Brit pick for as long as she can stand it while I try this…so generous is my Chart!! Anything remotely clever is probably her doing…:) Also, thank you to McKay for running this crazy thing.
Need to catch up? Here are the previous parts: Jan 1, Jan 15: Day, Jan 15: Night, Feb 2, Feb 9, Feb 20, Mar 10, Mar 24, Mar 25, Mar 25: Later, Mar 26, Mar 31, Apr 1, Apr 11, Apr 12, Apr 14, Apr 24, May 5, May 6, Jun 1, Jun 2, Jun 30, Jul 20, Jul 20: Later, Jul 22, Aug 27, Aug 27: Later
Remus had never considered himself either a romantic or an optimist, but the last two months he had started to wonder if he was softening up. He spent his days wandering the city or working whatever small jobs he could scrounge, his nights tangled with Severus in his rooms, the occasional task for the Order thrown in for variety. Of course, in order to make it through each day, he had to ignore entire categories of worry, such as how he was going to pay his bills, or what to do about his disintegrating friendships, or where Severus went when he was gone all night and came home tired and sore and silent.
But if he stepped back and blurred his eyes and looked at his life at a squint, things weren’t too bad. Some days, they were almost good.
After Gideon died, Remus had been forced to give up their flat. Gideon had been paying more than half of the rent since April, and Remus had not been eager to live with anyone new, especially in his unstable mental state just after Gid’s murder. He’d moved his few belongings in boxes back to his mother’s house, but he rarely stayed there. He had effectively moved into Severus’s room. They didn’t talk about it, they just let it happen.
The first sign of trouble arrived and tapped at Severus’s windowsill on Halloween morning. The note the owl had bound to its leg was dated four days earlier, and was addressed to Remus.
It was a list of names, written in an unfamiliar, angular hand. Anton Dolohov, Thomas Mulciber, Angharad Owen, Sarah Selwynn, Regulus Black. Five names, including Regulus. It was unsigned.
The note made Severus very quiet, and he wouldn’t let Remus touch him, and he left the flat shortly after the note arrived, refusing to tell Remus where he was going.
Remus had learned to leave him alone when he was like that, so he did not follow. He sat staring at the list of names for several hours. He knew what it had to be.
Gideon’s murderers.
In the late afternoon, he took himself out for a long walk. It was a crisp, fall day, bright and cold, and the chill air helped to clear his head. On the way back to Severus’s building, he had the eerie sense that someone was following him, watching him. He held onto his wand under his jacket, and walked quickly, his pulse pounding.
He had just slammed the door of Severus’s small room and leaned back against it to catch his breath when someone knocked at the door.
No one knew he lived here, and Remus was fairly certain no one knew Severus lived here either. His heart was ricocheting against his ribs, and he held his wand out, ready with a hex, as he turned to open the door.
He cracked it open and looked into the corridor, then dropped his wand to his side.
It was Sirius.
He looked like a ghost of himself. His face was pale and the skin around his eyes was red and puffy. Even his hair looked limp and dull, and his expression was bordering on panicked. He looked past Remus into the room.
“Moony, what is this place?”
“Sirius.” Remus peered up and down the corridor to be sure no one else was watching this scene. “Did you follow me here?”
“Don’t turn me away, Moony. I need you.” His voice had none of its usual lilt, just a deep desperation. He leaned against the doorframe, assuring Remus could not close the door. Remus caught a whiff of his breath. Sirius was pissed. He reeked.
“I can’t, Sirius…this isn’t my…”
“My father was found dead this morning, Moony. Dead. The great Orion Black is dead.” He stared into space for a moment, as if by saying it aloud, he had shocked himself into silence. He snapped back to life in a moment. “My idiot brother has been missing for three days. It may all be connected. Everything is going to hell. Don’t make me leave. Fuck.”
Remus opened the door without another thought, horrified.
“Oh gods, Sirius. Come in. What happened?”
Sirius stumbled into the room, his eyes oddly fixed on the mess at the worktable.
“Nobody knows fuck-all.” Sirius was pulling his hands through his hair, too hard. “I hated that bastard, Remus. I hated him.”
“I know.”
“If something has happened to Regulus, it is his own fault, for getting messed up in all that...” he gesticulated in the air as if he could locate the words he needed there. "...stupid wank," Sirius concluded. He was staring down at a pile of parchment on the table.
Remus nodded. He was pained watching Sirius struggle.
“Sirius…?”
“This looks like Regulus’s handwriting,” Sirius muttered.
“What?” Remus asked, but Sirius just went on.
“My mother doesn’t want to see me. She says I cannot even come to the funeral."
"Sirius."
"That’s fine. I don’t even care.”
“Sirius, stop.” Remus touched his shoulder.
Sirius seemed to snap back to himself at the touch. He looked up at Remus. “Is this where you are living?” he asked.
“Sort of.”
Sirius staggered a little and then sat down on the edge of the bed. “You seem better. Than at the funeral.” Remus felt himself flush with embarrassment at the reminder that he had avoided Sirius ever since Gideon’s funeral, months before.
“I’m doing all right.” Remus sat down next to him.
Sirius shook his head and then dropped his head into his hands. “They were horrible people, Remus. But they’re my family.”
“Yeah.” Remus put an arm around Sirius’s shoulders.
Sirius sighed. “Remember the Wimbourne Wasps, Moony?” He leaned into Remus. "We had a laugh then, didn't we? That seems like a lifetime ago.”
Remus nodded, his mind flooded with the memory. “Yeah, it does.”
“I don’t know how I bollocksed that up with you,” he said.
You don't? “That was a long time ago, Sirius,” Remus added, nervous about the direction their conversation had turned, suddenly aware that Severus could be back at any moment.
Sirius hand moved up to Remus’s cheek. “I need…something…” Then he leaned in and kissed Remus’s lips, a desperate sort of aching kiss, that made Remus want to punch something, it was so unlike the Sirius he knew. He tasted like stale beer and cigarettes.
“That is enough.”
The deep voice echoed from the far corner of the room.
Both Remus and Sirius jumped up from the bed and spun around. Remus knew at the first syllable exactly who was there, but Sirius said, in surprise, “What the fuck…? Snivellus?” and pulled out his wand.
Severus must have returned home while Remus was out, and had been standing unseen in the corner behind the door the entire time, watching and listening. His wand was already pointed at Sirius, steady in his hand.
Sirius looked from Severus to Remus and back again.
“Shit, Severus. Why didn’t you say you were here?” Remus said, his heart racing.
Severus ignored him, focused instead on Sirius.
“This is my flat, Black.”
“What?”
“It’s true, Sirius,” Remus added, his heart in his shoes. Severus was white with rage, and his intense calm was far more frightening than if he had been screaming or cursing.
“Bloody hell, Moony. You’re living here? Are still letting yourself get knobbed by this little prick? What, are you one of them now?”
“Get out, Black, before you get hurt.”
Remus didn’t hesitate. He stepped between the two men and faced Sirius, turning his back to Severus. He took a deep breath. “You should go. Owl me about how I can help with your family. Or if you need anything else. Go now.”
“Remus…”
Remus was surprised to feel Severus’s hands grab at his waist, pulling him back against his chest. Hot breath warmed his neck, and then he gasped as Severus pulled him closer, ran his tongue along his throat, and then bit him, hard enough break the skin, at the juncture of his neck and his shoulder. Sirius watched the entire display with a look of horror.
“Get out, Black,” Severus sneered over Remus’s shoulder, a firm hand resting possessively on Remus's belly.
Sirius gave Remus one more look of utter disgust, and then staggered out the door, banging against the doorframe as he went.
A small part of Remus wanted to run after Sirius, to make it up to him, to try and explain, but he knew he could never explain Severus to him, not ever. He could never explain that, even as fucked up and wrong as it was, Severus had just publicly acknowledged him for the first time, marked him, had fought for him in his way. He could never explain that a far more powerful part of him wanted to stay, and tear Severus’s robe from his lean body and shove him against the door, and suck his cock down his throat, make him writhe, run his teeth along his hipbones, and mark him in return.
Remus couldn’t explain any of that, so he let that other part of himself win. As he ripped at Severus’s robes and dropped to his knees, he could hear Sirius’s footsteps, echoing down the stairwell and out the door.