LMOM # 10: Slices of a Werewolf’s Love Life: Mourning Together Separately - Sirius/Remus, R Title: Slices of a Werewolf’s Love Life: Mourning Together Separately Author: elfflame Rating: R Pairing: Sirius/Remus, Remus/Regulus Kink(s) : Fairly vanilla sex Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009 Word count: 312 A/N: A sad one here, folks. Thanks to kabal42 for glancing at it for me. I would have made it longer, but it works.
The owl came on an evening that Sirius had already been planning to stay the night at Remus’s flat. Otherwise, Remus might not have heard for days. As it was, he was there when the crumpled parchment fell from Sirius’s slack fingers to the floor. The words took too long to come, so he stooped to read the parchment himself, understanding immediately, and grateful that Sirius was already here.
Remus doubted Sirius would let anyone but he or James see him this way—broken and sobbing for the brother he claimed he’d lost two years before.
What neither of them could ever know was how the same news had affected Remus. That even as he held Sirius close, the larger man’s body shuddering with sobs, inside, his own heart was breaking.
Regulus, his sweet Regulus was gone. He would never get to explain to him why he’d had to stop seeing him. Nor he would never have to explain why he’d started in the first place. The broken heart would only ever be his. A blessing in the wake of bad tidings. But that didn’t make it easier to bear.
Even as he comforted Sirius, it was hard to keep his own tears from showing. Every kiss pressed to Sirius’s lips drew forth a memory of Regulus’s taste, of the sounds the younger man had made as he’d touched him, as he’d made love to him. He supposed he could admit that now. Now that it was too late to do anything about it. Now that he was gone.
Instead, he let Sirius use him in his need for solace. After all, Remus was using him for the same. Though somehow, despite their connection, he felt more alone than ever before as their bodies moved together. Even afterwards, as they clung to each other, pretending their tears were nothing more than sweat.