Ripped Leather

            His shirt was torn, and the leather pants dripping off his hips weren't doing much better. He leaned against the door, panting and grinning.

            Remus just rolled his eyes. "Let me guess. At the club again."

            "Righto."

            He got out some soup for Sirius to reheat if he wanted it. "What's it called again? Male Addiction?"

            "Might as well be. But, no, Malediction. Like a curse. It's brilliant. Goes right along with my own malediction."

            "Looking for unfulfilling homosexual encounters every weekend?"

            He looked surprised. He shook his head. "No, Remus. My good looks." He preened.

            "Ah yes. Silly me."