WHAT: A shocking revelation and dealing with the shock
WHEN: 11 August 1978
WHERE: The Lupin house, then the boys' flat
Remus pushed open the front door of his parents’ house. “Mum? Dad?” He went into the front room and smiled at his mother. “We’re here. I hope we’re not late.”
His mother looked up from her knitting. “We?” she asked, then saw Sirius. “Oh, hello, dear. How are you?” Remus thought her smile looked strained, but he couldn’t figure out why. He glanced over at Sirius, then back to his mother’s face.
"Hello, Mrs Lupin." Sirius grinned brightly, despite Remus' mum's reaction. Apparently he was an unexpected guest. Well, lovely. He glanced at Remus and arched a brow, then stuck his hands in his pockets.
“You said to come for tea, right?” Remus asked, looking at her anxiously. Had he misunderstood her note?
“Yes, of course! I didn’t realize it was getting so late,” she said. She set her knitting aside and stood. “I’ll check on the food. Go and see if your father’s ready to eat.”
Remus nodded, but she didn’t see it, since she was hurrying out to the kitchen. He frowned. “I’ll be right back,” he promised, and headed back to his father’s study. Once he’d determined that his father was ready, he hurried back to Sirius. “Right, he’s acting strange, too. I wonder if someone’s hexed them.”
Sirius arched an eyebrow at Remus. "They're still loads more cheerful than my mum."
“I just wonder what’s going on,” Remus muttered as his mother called them to the table. He gestured for Sirius to go ahead of him.
Sirius shrugged and preceded Remus into the dining room. He took a seat at the table and fidgeted awkwardly as Mrs Lupin served, then once asked about how things were going for him, launched into a long-winded babble about the Auror training programme.
Remus could see his father growing tenser as the meal progressed, but he was still annoyed when, once they’d had their pudding, John Lupin pushed his chair slightly back from the table and looked at Sirius. “I apologize in advance, but Sirius, I hope you’ll excuse us now. Elizabeth and I had something to discuss with Remus.”
Sirius probably wouldn’t care, but Remus did. He scowled. “Whatever you have to see to me, you can say it in front of Sirius. He’s my best mate.”
Sirius' expression was akin to that of a house-elf who'd just dropped the Black family china. "I don't mind, Remus..."
Remus glared at him, then back at his father. “Yeah, well, I do. No one said this was a private affair. What’s this about?”
John sighed and looked at Elizabeth, who nodded. “This is about Fenrir Greyback.”
Remus blinked. “Who?” He glanced at Sirius.
Sirius arched a brow, meeting Remus' gaze with a confused one of his own. He'd overheard the name from his mother, actually, but it was only a name to him. Some pureblood nob?
Remus looked back at his father. John frowned. “Fenrir Greyback is a werewolf, son.”
Okay, so there was the connection. Remus shrugged. Elizabeth reached out, her hand fluttering against Remus’ shoulder, then withdrawing.
His father sighed. “Fenrir Greyback is the one who bit you.”
Remus stared at him, feeling a rush of heat go through him, followed quickly by a rush of cold. He opened his mouth to speak, but could only stare at his father for several heartbeats. Finally he blurted, “You told me you didn’t know who it was!”
Sirius felt all the heat rush from his face. He suddenly very much wished he hadn't come along.
John looked down at the table. “We—we thought it would be easier for you, if you didn’t know anything about him. But he’s looking for the people he’s bitten, and sooner or later he’ll come looking for you. Your mother and I agreed you needed to know.”
Remus shoved his chair back from the table. “Well, thanks very much,” he said, standing up. “You lied to me. For ten years you lied to me!” He turned his accusing glare on his mother, who met his eyes with a grief-filled gaze.
“Just—hear me out, Remus—I did what I thought was for your own good. I—“
“I don’t give a toss what you thought!” Remus interrupted. “Come on, Sirius.” And he Apparated with a crack.
Sirius' awkwardness had finally faded to anger on Remus' behalf, and he avoided Remus' parent's gazes, Disapparating quickly after him.
Remus was already pacing the living room of their flat, which allowed him perhaps five steps in any one direction. He was seething with hurt and anger. He didn’t look up as Sirius came in, but he did start muttering. “They lied to me. Ten years ago I asked them, and they said they didn’t know. Didn’t know, my arse!” He clenched his fists. “He’s looking for the ones he’s bitten? Does it on purpose, then, does he? And Dad didn’t tell me. Bloody tosser.” He wasn’t certain whether he meant his father or Greyback.
Sirius sank down onto their little sofa, watching Remus warily. He wanted to help his friend, but he had no idea what to do. He didn't think saying, 'My mum knows him,' would help, either, so he kept silent.
Remus snorted. “What good did he think it would do, lying to me? How was that supposed to help me? And anyway, what do I care if Greyback finds me? S’not like he can do anything worse to me, yeah?”
"I wonder why he does that," Sirius mused, feeling oddly calm in the face of Remus' ranting. He suddenly had the odd desire to put his arms around Remus until he calmed down, and that caused a moment or two of confused blinking.
Remus waved a hand in the air. “Get himself a bloody army of werewolves or something, who knows. Well, let him find me. I’ll tell him where he can get off. Bloody bastard ruined my life, ruined my mum’s life, and he wants to come looking for me?”
Sirius bit his lower lip, standing. He didn't know what he was doing, exactly, but he put a hand on Remus' arm and met his gaze steadily. "We'll both tell him where to get off."
That touch stopped Remus in his tracks. He met Sirius’ gaze, his face heating as he realized he’d only once in his life ever showed this sort of anger to Sirius. He was suddenly glad this was a different set of circumstances. “Thanks, Sirius,” he said, his voice oddly rough.
Sirius' smile was more subdued than usual, and his stomach was churning, though he couldn't have said why. Maybe it was because it was rare to see Remus this angry, and he still remembered quite clearly what it was like to have that anger directed at him, but he wasn't certain that was all of it. "We're a pack, right? He can go toss off if he thinks he can mess with you."
“Yeah, we’re a pack,” Remus murmured. Sirius hadn’t moved his hand. Remus swallowed. He was still angry at his father, but having Sirius on his side at least made him feel stronger. “Thanks,” he added.
Sirius' smile was curly and happy. "Of course, Moony." He realized that he still had a hand on Remus' arm, but he didn't want to move it. Only now things were growing awkward. But if he did move it, then it would draw attention to the fact that he was still holding Remus' arm. Bugger.
Remus glanced down, his gaze falling on Sirius’ chest. He managed a small smile. He could get through anything, with Sirius on his side. They were a pack. “Pack,” he murmured, still smiling. Then he looked up again and covered Sirius’ hand with his free hand as a fierce affection rushing through him. “You know you mean the world to me, right, Padfoot? I’d die for you. We’ll always be pack.”
Sirius stared at Remus for a moment, taking all that in, aware that they were actually touching more now and that Remus had just said he'd die for him. The most logical reaction to that, his brain told him as he searched Remus' warm, earnest gaze, would be to lean in and kiss Remus.
And then a moment later it registered that he'd found the idea of kissing Remus logical. He froze, suddenly completely uncertain of himself, as he realized that Melanie wouldn't be making any such declarations in the future. Especially not after he'd pissed her off so much last visit. But what he and Melanie had just seemed to pale in comparison to his pack.
He realized belatedly that he should say something. Maybe that would stop the odd sense of disorientation muddling up his brain. “We'll always be pack,” he repeated, and was disappointed to discover that his head wasn't cleared up in the least.
Remus smiled brilliantly at that. God, he wanted nothing more than to put his arms around Sirius and bury his nose in the dark hair that just had to smell like his Padfoot. He kept his hand on Sirius’, realizing that Sirius hadn’t protested that. Oh Merlin, he couldn’t catch his breath. After a long, dizzy hesitation, he gave in and wrapped his arms around Sirius, telling himself it would just seem like Remus being a girl and Sirius might tease him about it, but it wouldn’t matter. He pressed his face against Sirius’ shoulder. “Thank you,” he said, his voice hoarse.
Merlin. Startled, Sirius just barely kept himself from reacting to Remus' arms going around him, reminding himself that Remus had just been through a shock and Moony had always been more sensitive that way. And then none of that seemed to matter, because it felt so good to have Remus in his arms. It was much different from how it felt to hold Melanie, but it was Remus, his Remus, and maybe if he didn't think about it too much it would be all right. “O'course. Wish I could help more, really.” He still felt as though his ears were stuffed with cotton.
Remus held on tightly, maybe longer than he should, but finally he sighed and let go, moving back away from Sirius. “Sorry. I’m so bloody angry.”
"I know," Sirius said, nodding, and cleared his throat as he let his arms drop to his sides. He felt so awkward now, wondering what he should do. "You have a right to be."
This was awkward. He shouldn’t have done that. Remus sighed. “I think I need a drink, mate. Is there any Firewhiskey in the flat?”
"Is there any Firewhiskey," Sirius repeated, scoffing, and then grinned, feeling the air clear a little. "Think about who you're talking to, mate." He was suddenly cheered; he could use a good drink. "I'll get it."
Remus laughed and dropped on the sofa, slumping against the back. Merlin, he’d hugged Sirius. Just thinking about it sent a flash of heat through him. He really shouldn’t have done that. Now he’d be thinking even more about what he couldn’t have. He stared at the floor, wondering what he’d done to deserve being a werewolf and gay and in love with his best friend. And having a father who bloody lied to him.
Sirius was off like a shot to the kitchen, finding the large bottle of Old Ogden's he'd decided it was absolutely necessary to buy, and grabbed two glasses. He returned to the living room a bit more subdued, and dropped down next to Remus, handing him a glass and resting one between his knees so he could get the bottle open.
“Ta,” Remus murmured, watching Sirius’ hands working the bottle open. He swallowed. Oh, this wasn’t helping. Look away, Lupin, before you get yourself in more trouble. “Merlin, what a bloody shock.”
"Way I figure it, you need this after that," Sirius said agreeably, and poured Remus a very healthy glassful once he'd got it open. Then he poured himself a very healthy glassful.
Remus showed his agreement by taking a large gulp, then blowing out quickly. He let his head fall back against the sofa. “I hate getting that angry.”
"I haven't seen you that angry since..." Sirius' eyes widened, and he took a gulp himself, ignoring the way it burned. "In a while."
Remus swallowed against the sudden tightness in his throat. “Well, it isn’t really safe for me to lose my temper,” he said quietly. Thanks to Fenrir Greyback. He clenched his teeth and then forced himself to relax to take another, smaller, sip of his drink. “Wonder how much Firewhiskey it takes to get a werewolf pissed.”
"You wouldn't hurt me, Moony," Sirius protested, then qualified. "Not if I didn't deserve it. I don't know how much it takes...but let's find out." His grin turned mischievous.
Sirius’ unshakeable good humour made Remus laugh. “Merlin, what would I do without you around to keep me from taking myself too seriously?” he asked, knowing Sirius would probably just groan at the pun.
Sirius groaned as predicted, throwing his head back and grinning a moment before taking another big gulp. He stifled a sudden cough as best he could, frowning, and hoped a stiff drink would clear his mind.
Remus laughed again and took another drink. “Sorry I put you through that. But I have to say, I’m glad you were there.”
"Good; then I am too." Sirius smiled, and set out to drain his glass like it was a contest.
Remus’ eyebrows went up as Sirius drained his glass, and he licked his lips at the sight of that long throat. He’d never felt so possessive and daring as he did today. It frightened him. He pressed his lips together and looked away. “Have you talked to James lately?” he asked, hoping his voice didn’t sound quite as strangled as it seemed to him.
"Yeah, well, see him every day, don't I?" Sirius said as he refilled his glass. "I was thinking we ought to have Jamesy and Pete over sometime soon, have a Marauder reunion, like."
“Yeah, that sounds good.” Remus drained his own glass to match Sirius’ challenge. “I haven’t heard anything from Peter for weeks.”
"I hear his parents have got him working a lot, poor sod," Sirius agreed. "It'd be great." He eyed Remus' glass and refilled it for him, then started in on his next.
Remus swallowed hard, then forced himself to ask, “How’s Melanie?” He fidgeted with his glass so he didn’t have to look at Sirius.
Sirius expelled a sigh and rolled his eyes, staring down at his glass. "Not sure; I haven't talked to her in a week now. Last time I saw her we had a bloody great row about her feelings. Well... more like how I don't care about them."
Remus frowned and glanced over at Sirius. “What brought that on?”
"Not really sure, actually," Sirius admitted, glancing at Remus. "But I don't think her parents like me. That could've been some of it."
“Not like you?” Remus said indignantly. “How could anyone not like you? That’s bollocks.”
"I know!" Sirius agreed, knocking back his drink and then coughing again. "I don't know what their problem is, but they don't. Don't know why Melanie decided that means I don't care about her. Must've been them trying to convince her. Arseholes."
Remus frowned at his glass, trying to think about the sorts of things girls liked. “Well, you—you tell her she’s pretty, right? And…send her flowers?” God, why was he helping Sirius? But he knew the answer to that, too. He couldn’t have Sirius, and he wanted him to be happy. He took another gulp of whiskey.
"Yes of course, and I've been writing her while we've been apart. I just don't understand it." Sirius sighed and shrugged, frowning.
Bugger. “You deserve better treatment than that,” Remus said quietly. He took a long drink, carefully not looking at Sirius.
"That's what I think," Sirius agreed, taking another drink and nodding. "Birds, you know? They're all nutters."
Remus laughed. “Just don’t let Lily hear you say that.”
"Merlin, I know. Well, you know. That's Lils for you. Other birds would just twitter on, offended. Lily'd smack me one." He grinned a bit. "She's good for James. Doesn't take any of his rubbish."
Remus laughed. "This is very true. I like Lily. I like Lily with James. Did he ask her yet, by the way?"
"Naw. Some Gryffindor courage he's got." Sirius laughed, leaning slightly towards Remus when he shifted. "I think it'll be soon, though, if only because I'm driving him round the bend bothering him about it. C'mon, I'd tell you as soon as I knew, news like that?"
Remus grinned. "Good on you, then. Keep at him." He took a sip of his Firewhiskey. "Yeah, I suppose you would do, wouldn't you? Sorry."
Sirius shrugged, and decided his glass was too full. He looked around. "You know what we need? A drinking game. Too bad James isn't here; we could do that one where we drink every time he bloody mentions Lily." He laughed.
Snickering, Remus shook his head. “Mm, there’s the one Lily taught me, the time all us prefects went down to Hogsmeade. ‘I never’, she called it. You ever played that?”
Sirius blinked, staring at Remus in surprise. There was a drinking game he didn't know? "How's it played?"
Remus grinned. "I say 'I never...' something, and then if you have done it, you drink. If you haven't, you don't. Like this: I never dropped a water balloon on Filch's head from behind the statue of Millicent the Manky. And because you and I both did that, two years ago, we both drink." He took a sip.
Sirius laughed, taking a small drink. "All right, I like this game already. Hmm." He tilted his head, turning to face Remus a little more. "All right, so I have to think of something that I think that I haven't done that you have, if I want to win, right? ...This seems unfair."
Remus laughed. "Don't tell me you're afraid of a little challenge, Padfoot."
"Mr Werewolf-metabolism-I-like-books is calling it a 'little' challenge," Sirius teased.
"I'm sure you'll do fine," Remus said, arching an eyebrow at him. "There are plenty of things I've done that you haven't, if only you'd give it some though."
"Oh wait, I know! I never took notes during one single History of Magic class," Sirius announced triumphantly, watching Remus.
Remus dropped his head in mock defeat, then took a drink. "Right. I never snogged a Hufflepuff in the Great Hall."
"That. Is not fair." Sirius gave Remus a mock-stern glare, then drank. "I never opened my Potions book third year."
Remus drank, astonished when Sirius didn't. "What, not once?" He shook his head. "Hmm. I never...snogged a Ravenclaw in the library." He looked smugly at Sirius. He'd found an excellent theme, and he knew he could get at least a couple more drinks out of Sirius.
Sirius frowned, taking another drink. "Think you're clever, do you? I never... tried to break in to the library."
Remus looked at him in shock. "You helped me!" he accused before he drank.
"It was your idea! Like I'd want to!" Sirius protested, but after a moment drank anyway.
Remus grinned. "Still, you were an accomplice." He snuggled back into the sofa. "Let's see...I never had a row with my girlfriend during class."
"This isn't fair," Sirius said, scowling at Remus, but amused too. He took a drink, then had to pause to refill his glass. "You never had a girlfriend." He pouted, thinking. "I never turned into a bloody great wolf."
Remus drank. "I never turned into a bloody great dog," he countered.
Sirius drank, and felt a little muzzy-headed for it. "I never let Snivellus go un-hexed," he said pointedly, with an arched brow.
Remus drank and refrained from saying that was hardly something to brag about. "I never went looking for a fight."
"Bollocks, I refuse to believe that," Sirius said, after his drink.
"Refuse? Name once that I did," Remus challenged.
"That day you... Oh, there must've been one time..!" Sirius protested.
Remus tilted his head, watching Sirius in amusement. "Any fights I've been involved in have mostly been because of you," he pointed out.
"Oh, fine." Sirius frowned. "I never tried to stop a fight."
Remus drank, emptying his glass. "Hmm. I feel a bit warm," he observed, and poured himself another glass. "I never...em...hid someone's shoes on the Quidditch Pitch."
Sirius smirked at that memory, taking another drink. "I never even attempted to read Hogwarts: A History."
Remus drank. "I never tried to Apparate at Hogwarts, since I knew I couldn't from reading Hogwarts: A History."
"I never got smug over a bloody book," Sirius said, drinking.
Remus sighed and drank. He was beginning to have trouble thinking of things. "I never tried to feed someone to a werewolf," he said, hoping his tone of voice was light enough that Sirius wouldn't think he was being cruel.
Sirius made a slightly nervous conciliatory gesture, drinking. He was beginning to feel rather dizzy. He focused on Remus' face to try and steady himself. "I never tried to eat someone."
Remus gave a rueful smile; he'd given Sirius that opening, but at least he'd taken it. He drank. "I never sniffed James' arse while transformed."
Sirius turned red. "You did too, you just don't remember. I, however, distinctly remember you sniffing James' arse. And mine. And you gnawed on one of his antlers, too." He tried to drink covertly.
Remus burst out laughing at that shade of red. "Did I really?" He drank.
"Yeah. One night for like half an hour we all just sat around because you were chewing on James' antlers, and every time someone moved you growled." Sirius blinked. "Drove me mad, wondering why you did that. So, I never chewed on James' antlers."
Remus felt his face heat up. "Yeah, well...instinct." He took another drink without even having to.
"I know you couldn't help it, mate, but, I mean. It was weird." Sirius grinned.
Remus shook his head. "Um, my turn or yours?" He was beginning to feel very relaxed.
Sirius looked confused a moment, trying to remember. "Yours."
"All right, I never...em...I never broke up with a bird in front of her entire Quidditch team."
Sirius burst out laughing, though at the time he remembered it being distinctly not funny. Now, however, it just sounded ridiculous. "Merlin, I'm a berk, aren't I?" he asked, grinning, and drank.
Remus grinned fondly. "Sometimes," he said. "But we can't seem to keep from loving you anyway." He blushed as soon as he said it, even though he hadn't meant it like that.
"Everyone loves me," Sirius agreed, leaning forward and falling into Remus' shoulder, where he was content to stay. "Well. Except for Anne."
Remus glanced down at the black hair falling all over his shoulder. Merlin, Sirius was drunk, and Remus just wanted to do something abysmally stupid like kiss him or something. "Your turn," he murmured.
Sirius looked up at Remus, nose pressed into his shoulder when he shifted. "Umm...I..." Merlin, he couldn't think well enough to remember something Remus had done that he hadn't. "I never... tutored a Slytherin."
Remus chuckled and took a sip of his drink. "I never got drunk and passed out in the common room."
Sirius grinned and shifted, sitting up straight, but he didn't move away from Remus, still leaning against him. "That was funny."
"Funny waking up when Lily tripped over you in the morning?" Remus asked, grinning.
"She did that deliberate," Sirius pouted, draping his arms around Remus. Remus was comfortable to lean against, and he found sitting up difficult under his own power.
Remus tensed slightly, then forced himself to relax again. "Yes, I reckon she did," he agreed. He took a sip of his drink. "Didn't exactly approve, did she?"
"Stuck up. Always out to spoil our fun, Lily." Sirius frowned.
Remus sighed. "Well, she's a bird. They've got a different idea of fun, I suppose."
"Mmm, yeah." Sirius let out a content sigh, then unwound an arm to finish off his drink, though he left the other where it was.
Merlin, this was doing really uncomfortable things to Remus' chest. He looked down at Sirius, blinking. He deserved it, he supposed, for getting Sirius drunk. He drained his glass and levitated it over to the table so he wouldn't have to shift. He would be content sitting here all night, if Sirius didn't want to move. Bloody pathetic, Lupin, he told himself--but he still didn't move.
Sirius levitated his glass, then let his wand slip carelessly from his fingers and wrapped his arm around Remus again. "Mmm. You're bloody comfortable, Moony."
"Em. Good. I think?" Remus said. He bent his head, breathing in Sirius' scent, letting his chin rest lightly on the dark hair.
Sirius chuckled, then hummed happily again. "Moony, Moony, Moony..." he said intelligently.
Remus closed his eyes. He could pretend, just for tonight. He buried his nose in Sirius' hair. "You smell good," he whispered.
"Thank you," Sirius said with drunken earnestness. "You feel good," he mumbled.
Remus swallowed hard, his heart thumping madly in his chest. “I never kissed a bloke,” he whispered, and then summoned the bottle of Firewhiskey to drink.
Sirius tilted his head, studying Remus as he drank straight from the bottle. "What?"
“Don’t reckon you have,” Remus said, his voice rough from the whiskey. “Like this.” And he leaned down and pressed his mouth against Sirius’.
Sirius' mind, hazy from the Firewhiskey, missed sending out any signals that this was not strange behaviour that Sirius should question. In fact, he didn't question one ounce of it, likely because other parts of him not quite so brainly connected were telling him it felt very nice. He kissed Remus back, a tad clumsily, because just then it was the most natural reaction he thought he should have.
God, that was—everything Remus had ever though it would be. He banished the Firewhiskey and buried his hands in Sirius’ hair. He closed his eyes as he trailed his tongue lightly along Sirius’ lower lip. Sirius, Sirius, oh Merlin, Sirius.
Sirius gasped softly at the feel of Remus' tongue teasing his bottom lip. That was brilliant. He pressed forward again, capturing Remus' lips and then pushing his tongue past, tasting Remus and Firewhiskey as he slid a hand under Remus' shirt.
This was going to cause so much trouble when Sirius sobered up. Remus shivered under Sirius’ touch, kissing him more fiercely. He should stop this. He should…but all he could do was take whatever Sirius gave, heat rushing through him.
"Mmm, Moony," Sirius gasped, running his hand up Remus' chest until he found a nipple to roll between his thumb and forefinger. He still had another arm around him, holding him close. Sirius felt so warm, so safe, so protective. There was no sense of realism; it was more like a dream than anything. A bloody good dream.
Remus gasped and let out a little groan. Oh God this was such a bad idea. He shifted and pulled Sirius against him. Might as well be hanged for a horse as for a sheep, he thought, and slid a hand down to grope Sirius' arse.
Sirius made an interested noise at that - he couldn't ever recall having his arse groped before, and was pleased to note that it felt bloody good. Sirius liked being so close, he found, and continued his hungry exploration of Remus' mouth as he lightly squeezed Remus' nipple.
Remus growled and shifted again. Merlin, he was hard, and he wanted more, but—His heart was thudding in his chest, his ears loud with the sound of blood rushing through his veins, and he was suddenly more afraid than he'd ever been in his life. He pulled away, staring at Sirius breathlessly. God, he was so gorgeous. "Pads…drunk," he gasped.
Sirius stared at Remus with a hazy sort of lopsided grin, confirming Remus' words though it wasn't really necessary. "Yeah," he agreed, then laughed and leaned in for another bloody fabulous kiss.
Remus groaned and kissed Sirius hard. Sirius was an enthusiastic participant now, but Remus suspected he wouldn't be so pleased about it tomorrow. He pulled away. "Need to go to bed, Padfoot," he said.
"Mmm, yes," Sirius agreed, throwing his arms around Remus again. "Let's go to bed."
Oh, God, that wasn't what he'd meant! Remus let out a small whimper, then stood, pulling Sirius with him. He guided Sirius, stumbling, into Sirius' own bedroom, then dumped him somewhat gently on the bed. Without speaking, he tugged Sirius' shoes off. "Sleep, Sirius," he murmured, and kissed him one last time. He had to go. He had to get away from this temptation.
Sirius grabbed Remus and tried to pull him down with him. "Stay, Moony." He grinned.
"Can't," Remus whispered. "God, Padfoot..." He twisted out of Sirius' grip. "You're drunk. Just--just sleep, all right?" He backed away, trying to smile.
Sirius sat up, growling, and stumbled back out of bed belligerently. "M'not tired."
Remus responded to that growl on instinct, lunging forward and shoving Sirius back down on the bed. "Sleep," he growled. Sometimes Sirius listened to him. When Remus bothered trying to tell him what to do. "You'll thank me tomorrow."
Sirius "Oof!"ed as he hit the bed, blinking up at Remus in muddled shock. He didn't, however, get back up.
Remus cupped his palm against Sirius' cheek for a moment, then brushed his hair back. "Trust me," he said, smiling shakily. "It's best if you sleep." He leant down and kissed Sirius' forehead. "I'll see you in the morning."
Sirius whined, plucking at Remus' clothing as he drew away, and watched him, frowning.
Remus shook his head. "Sleep well, Pads." He drew back out of Sirius' grip and left the room. Once he was out, he leant against the closed door, squeezing his eyes shut and cursing himself for a fool.
Sirius stared at the door as it closed, then rolled over and shifted impatiently, not feeling the least bit tired after that. He concentrated, trying to find the focus needed to call up the dog. Something told him he didn't want to be human when he woke up.