Hurray for the totally unnecessary shirtlessness!. I so need to make up my mind. : comments.
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Really? huh, must've gotten it from 'Fairy Boys'. I just love the way it sounds. And I got so angry with myself the other day, when I finally remembered I was supposed to look for Velvet Goldmine in the states *facepalm*
That sounds cool! The bad part is that must of my classmates are ladies ranking from 40 to 60. There's only like, five teenagers in there, so our stories are usually the, er, riskier ones. Ah, I wish I knew German so I could read your stuff T-T
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Oh shit, 40-60 really doesn't sound funny. The project I'm in calls itself Student Academy, which just means that all the Grammar Schools of our city offer certain courses to their students - courses that only one or two students from every school would take, so they take all those students from the different schools and put them together in one course, which then takes place at one of those schools. My fellow writers are all about the same age as me, and we're never more than ten people, usually five to seven, so that's pretty good.
*blushes* Heh. Well. My German stories aren't really better than my English ones, just different. But I know what you mean - I'd love to be able to read your Spanish stuff. *sighs* But I do want to learn Spanish sometime, maybe at University. :)
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"Mmm... Lupin, erm, could you be done with that?"
"Why? Am I hurting you?" says Remus as he caresses the little would with care, his eyes boring into Sirius'. Sirius shudders, panting slightly with feverish skin even in the cold night. Lupin looks open, none of the Captain ferocity he shows in every other minute of the day.
Sirius swallows hard. "Mm, not exactly, but..." The statement hands in the air, and he averts his eyes, cursing the blush that speaks too much at his lack of expertise int his area. Lupin's eyes widen slightly when he finally figures out the reason of Sirius' discomfort, but the stroking on his leg doesn't stop.
Instead, Lupin's eyes turn sultry and dark, half lidded as he gets his head closer to Sirius. "Oh my," he says, and Sirius' breath quickens. "It doesn't seem like I'm able to tighten this bandage. I might have to try... Something else."
There's nothing in his face to warns Sirius when he suddenly dips his head, teeth grazing heated skin and closing around the white bandage, tightening it slowly as Sirius groans in despair. Lupin takes his time, and when he finally lifts himself to Sirius height, the dark boy feels as if he's about to burst.
Lupin smiles predatory, and says:
Hehe, up to you, my dear!
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On with the story. Don't want poor Sirius to burst, do we?
Lupin smiles predatory, and says: "Tight enough?"
Sirius has to bite his lip to keep from making another embarrassing sound and nods, eyes closed and breath shallow and heated. He feels turned upside-down, confused, overwhelmed, and his body isn't trembling from the cold anymore. Lupin's fingers trace the edge of the bandage, teasing, circling, like an animal of prey. They accidentally seem to slip down the inside of his thigh once, and Sirius bangs his upper body back into the wall as though he wants to fall through it.
"Feel better now?" Lupin asks casually. His eyes are focused on Sirius' face and his cheeks burst into flame as he realizes that Lupin can see everything in his dark, scorching eyes slanted by coal, so he closes them again.
"Yeah", he manages to croak out. He has no idea what he is supposed to do, say. Hopes Lupin doesn't see that. He can't help but look at him again - the saltwatercurled, sunbleached hair softly drizzling forward across his shoulders, touching his face, the souldeep and alcohol-pure eyes.
To his astonishment, Lupin seems puzzled.
"What?" he says, feeling control streaming back to him like ropes knotting together in his hands. "You", Lupin begins, frowns. "You didn't do anything."
"What was I supposed to do? Rape you?" Sirius asks, irritated, and laughs a bit, but the look on Lupin's face definitely doesn't reject the stupid joke. "Well how do I know what you bloody well want if you just sit there and space out?" Lupin bites back and starts to retreat back to his side of the room.
"Wait", Sirius says.
Your turn! :) Seems like Lupin isn't used to sexual passiveness, eh? *g* Have fun, darling!
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Lupin turns sharply, eyes ablaze with anger and the only oil lamp in the room, swinging from the ceiling with the same rhythm as the ocean. “What?” he asks, and Sirius’ entrails feel as if they’re going to enter some kind of gymnastic team.
Sirius starts crawling on all fours, the little wound on his thigh protesting with every movement, but he ignores it as he goes closer to Lupin, who is crouched in the middle of the room, keeping their eyes locked. Sirius swallows, once, twice, and then they’re just inches apart.
“Um, I, well, I’m not used to- oh, fuck it-” Sirius crushes his lips to Lupin’s before he can say anything, hard and needy, just the same as Lupin bringing him closer, a forearm wound tightly around his neck. A cold hand slips under his old white-yellow shirt, and he gasps, too much air filling his lungs in a rush.
They open their eyes, and Sirius can’t contain a shiver when he sees the smile on Lupin’s face, the half-closed eyes. He can feel Lupin’s short intakes of breath against his face, the throaty laugh as he says “well isn’t that much better, my little pet?”
Sirius suddenly feels like punching him in the face, but then,
Hehe, cliff-hanger. Go on dear, make the hotness happen XD
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Sirius suddenly feels like punching him in the face, but then his more pacifistic arms push Lupin to the floor and hold his wrists pinned against the rough-patterned wood.
"Who just practically begged me to rape them?" he whispers and grinds his waist against Lupin's. The wound in his leg stings, but Lupin moans and bucks his hips involuntarily and it's all Sirius needs to lean down and kiss him again, biting the other's lower lip and pressing their tongues together.
Their quick and hard breaths seem to have no space anymore. Lupin's eyes fall shut, dark-light lashes striking long shadows across his cheekbones, and when they draw apart, his lips are open and red and needy. Sirius moves slowly against Lupin's body, rubbing a little as though he is bored, then he licks a wet-hot trail down the bared, cream-coloured throat and nibbles at his neck. The next sound he gets is a short, desperate cry that almost shoves him over the edge.
He still holds his wrists tightly in his grasp, they will be bruised later but Lupin asks for it as he arches his back, crushing their bodies together, and Sirius doesn't think he will last long. Lead by his desire, he knows how to slide along Lupin's firm thigh for maximum pleasure, knows how he has to play the other for sounds, like an instrument.
He has the control, the power. Power over a Captain he's felt inferior to since forever. And it feels good. He looks at Lupin's rather pink cheeks, the mussed hair, the way he's chewing on his lower lip and whimpers -
And suddenly finds himself flipped onto his back with Lupin straddling him and smirking.
Wahahaha - now make something out of THAT. ;)
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Sirius’ eyes open wide, and he just stays there for a second, panting and wanting and needing; but suddenly afraid of the turn of events.
“Well, that was good enough for a beginner, I guess,” Lupin says languidly, his fingers straying to unbutton Sirius’ ruffled shirt but his eyes never leaving Sirius’ grey ones.
Sirius tenses up, and Lupin smirks broader, if that’s even possible. Lupin leans down for a kiss, an almost sweet one, amidst the chaos of limbs and clothes and half concealed weapons; but Sirius stays rigid. “Wha- how did you-” Sirius babbles, and then his own words register. “Wait! I’m not-” And all right, he is, but certainly Lupin doesn’t need to know that.
Lupin silences him with a kiss, and Sirius brain starts paying attention to more important things, such as Lupin’s tongue in his mouth and the way the dim light brings Lupin’s hair alive, only to darken it with shadows on the next wave the ship rides. Lupin finally finishes unbuttoning his shirt, and he pulls Sirius up as to finally get it off, bringing him level with him, but with Sirius’ legs still trapped beneath him.
The new position brings friction with it, and Sirius sees sparks behind his eyelids, the deep blues of the ocean, the reds of the Caribbean, the grays he left behind back in England. His arms wrap around Lupin’s neck, and the Captain laughs. “Yes, you are, but isn’t in a pirate’s job description the deflower-y of young maids?”
Sirius’ brain is too devoid of blood to form an intelligent retort to that, so he settles for biting Lupin in the shoulder, stomach threatening to desert him as Lupin shivers in his arms. “Wait,” Sirius says, and stops.
“Oh no, pet, no turning back.” says Lupin hurriedly, his hands flat against Sirius’ back.
“No, really, wait. My legs are asleep.”
sorry for the crappiness, gotta run.
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"Shit", Lupin says and stands up halfway, letting go of him and stepping to the side. Sirius notes with some satisfaction that his cheeks are red and his hands tremble, and while Lupin begins to rummage in his trouser pocket for something, Sirius pounces.
"Never trust a pirate when he says really", Sirius smirks down at the bewildered Captain in whose eyes anger and protest bloom like wild flowers. Their faces are close again now, body heat spirals off into Sirius' lungs and his attempts to breathe become feeble and clumsy. He can't help but start to move his hips again, jerkily, as if he's trying to hold back.
A miserable moan drips from his lips. Lupin uses this opportunity to free his hands and pull the shirt away that hangs off Sirius's shoulders. His hot skilled fingers steer towards his chest like a fleet of ships, commanded by a Captain who knows his way around... a Captain like Lupin.
"Am I going to be the first to touch you there?" Lupin whispers hoarsely and one of his hands plays with the band of his trousers while the other rubs a rosy nipple. "A-ah... no", Sirius pants, but his hips press against Lupin's hand and tell him the truth.
The next roll of waves beneath the ship bump him against his thigh, his arms almost fold in on themselves by the jolt of desire and pain. He can't breathe.
And then Lupin says, "Pirates like a pretty face like yours, but they love even more to break you open, lay you bare... I wonder... have you made any bad experiences, pretty boy?"
Sirius winces and buries his head in Lupin's jacket. Unwanted memories of groping hands, rough voices and a knife burn anew in his mind, the ripping of clothes, the dark, the terrified seventeen year old runaway and thank Neptune Potter saved him, but he feels the big flat hand in his trousers and the arms holding him tightly, it hurts... This time, his moan is pained, not born out of ecstasy, and Lupin looks at him.
He curses his tear-smeared cheeks and wants to hide his face, but Lupin pulls at his hair and grips his defiant chin.
"Dear oceans, I was right", he says, not surprised by this in the least. Sirius glares at him, humiliated enough on one day to last him a lifetime. And yet he doesn't want to leave.
Now, I think I've written enough... :) Now we know the reason why Sirius hasn't "deflowered" anybody in the course of his pirate career, heh... Maybe Lupin should give him some good experiences to keep the balance, then. *smirks*
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“Well you can’t stop the altruist act right now, it doesn’t become you, m’ dear Captain.” Sirius says lifting his chin a bit more, setting his jaw with all the determination he can muster while sitting against the wall of a cargo room in a moving ship, with tears staining his cheeks.
Lupin’s eyes come alive with rage instantly. “Don’t you dare,” he hisses, his face close to Sirius’. “Don’t you dare trivialize me, as if I didn’t really care.”
“Well I don’t need your care. I am not going to live my life by that only incident, and I am never going to accept anyone’s pity over it.” Sirius spits the words, says them a tad higher that he wants too, but James’ the only one fully aware of his insecurities, and he’ll be damned if he turns to a half-stranger for comfort. Sirius is panting, irate, needy and so very pissed off, so he does the only thing that makes sense in his blood-deprived brain.
He shoves his hand inside Lupin’s pants.
Lupin makes as throaty sound, and Sirius bites his lips as Lupin’s hands dig into his shoulders, breathing erratic in Sirius’s ear (tingles in his belly, shocks of pleasure in his brain). “Oh fuck,” says Lupin, and Sirius wholeheartedly agrees. Lupin drags him for a kiss, one of his hands straying lower to return the favor. Sirius gasps, moans, trashes, stops breathing for all he knows; and Lupin just laughs in that hair-raising way that never ceases to play with Sirius’ mind.
“Play with fire, pretty boy, and you might get burned,” says Lupin against his lips, and Sirius throws every remaining ounce of common sense to the winds. He pulls the moaning Captain Lupin (the one he’d heard horror stories about every since he put a foot out of England, the one every single man of every single crew feared and admired and tried to imitate; the one that James had stolen a small ship from out of boredom and a challenge.) closer with his free hand, and kisses him until both of their lips are bruised-red.
“I’ll take my chances.”
Wee, that was fun! well I started the fun, it's up to you if you want to make them come already or want to make them wait a bit more.
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"I'll take my chances."
He thinks this must be similar to doing it alone, under blankets in his hammock, while the ship rocks him gently and the sky calms him down and unwraps his mind until there's only pleasure and touch and breath, so he moves his hand in that rythm and is delighted when Lupin throws his head back and cries out again.
"Fuck you, Captain, you need this as much as I do", he pants, and Lupin's hand touches him in response. He has to force himself to focus on his own task and not get carried away too much, but it's difficult, he's almost there.
It's sheer willpower that enables him to hold back just until after Lupin whimpers (whimpers) and comes. Finally, he lets go as well, and the force of his own orgasm sweeps him away like a gigantic wave.
Pulled underwater, he's struggling to breathe, sprawled out across Lupin's heaving, warm body. Now he feels the tiredness weighing him down, and he sinks deeper into comfort and warmth and darkness, those sharp memories from earlier only a vague prickling in his chest.
Until Lupin pushes him off and he hits the floor hard. "Oww shit", he groans. His head hurts, and his leg is killing him anyway.
"S your own fault - rule number one: don't cling", Lupin says aggressively, stands up and walks to the opposite end of the room to sit down and clean himself up with a handkerchief. Sirius tries to tell himself he doesn't want to do that for him... and fails. Instead, he sits up carefully and leans against the wall. He's still sleepy, and embarrassed, and he can't believe this man found out he was a bloody virgin and the reason for that too in so short a time.
Can't believe he cried, which he only ever does when James is around, and not often, too.
Feeling quite miserable, he wipes his sleeve across his face and wonders why the hell Lupin has a handkerchief but he doesn't, when all he wants is to get clean, take some pain killers from Lily and let Harry tell him a goodnight story. (It has been that way around since Harry can speak properly.)
Actually, he realizes, he's missing his family.
Oh, got pretty much again... I'll stop now! Now... poor Sirius... you could really think I don't like him... mmm... but Lupin is just a mean bitch who's unable to open up to people because he's scared shitless of rejection, ahh... difficult. But maybe he can prove to Sirius that he does care. Or oh! One of them could have a nightmare and wake up crying... that would be sweet. But it's your story again now. ;)
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There are two kinds of wanting, Sirius has find out. One has to do with instincts, primal and carnal and something too simple and easy. Sex. Just like that. And all right, he’s not exactly experienced in this, but that doesn’t mean he can’t understand it.
The other one, though, is far more complicated. That one’s full with uncomfortable feelings and emotions and all kind of subtle meanings that always drive man crazy. It’s about companionship and human contact and warmth; and for Sirius this will always mean food fights in the ships dining room, Lily’s wonderful teas, Harry’s stuffed dog and James’ undying trust.
So now, satisfied and still drunk from the aftertaste of the first one, he finds himself wanting something else from the distant Captain. Not exactly very manly, and not exactly easy to admit; but spending his night in a locked on the outside food-devoid room trying no to breathe as to not put the other man on edge isn’t quite what he wants.
“So,” Sirius starts, and gulps when Lupin turns to him with only half disdain in his eyes. “Erm, you did never tell me how you ended up in here.”
Lupin blinks slowly, looking somewhat confused. “But I did, the night I met you, I told you I wanted to open a bookstore.”
Sirius rolls his eyes all disappointment and anger at himself for having expected something else. “You know what, you don’t need to tell me anything if you don’t want to, Captain, but don’t treat me as a child. I know that’s a lie.”
Surprisingly, Lupin laughs. “You make such a cute moron, pet.” At Sirius’ glare, he continues. “I wasn’t lying, I did come here to open a bookstore, but things didn’t went my way, I guess.”
“You mean you actually were such a fool?”
“Well that’s not a very nice way to put it, isn’t it, but yes, I was.” Sirius notices a change in him immediately, the openness in his gaze, eyes straying somewhere at his right in reminiscence and the unprotected throat. “I was young, all wide-eyes and good intentions; looking at the ocean from the deck of the ship after I was gone with puking my entrails out and waiting for a marvelous future of old Spanish books.”
Unconsciously, Sirius moved a bit closer, waiting for an answer. “So what happened?”
“The same way everything happens, pet,” Lupin says, his eyes turning a bit sly once again. “I was kidnapped by pirates.”
Oh, that just went ahead of me. Just a thing, please don't turn Remus into a poor victim of abuse, we got our hands full with Sirius, anyway. Ohter than that, go ahead and give him a *past*
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Sirius is quiet. He doesn't like the name pet, but he feels Lupin's oyster-shell cracking open and allowing him a small glance inside at softness and purity, and he doesn't want it to stop.
"And then?" he asks instead, playing with the ring James gave him the night he begged him to let him work on the Lily. It's simple, heavy and gold, and the one thing he always wears.
Lupin laughs a bit. "I learnt how to fight, how to fuck and how to steer a ship without crashing into the nearest rock. That's all."
"What, no falling in love with ocean and adventure?" Sirius mocks, grinning a bit, and thinks of James again. He knows James has never met Lupin because either they weren't around or he wasn't, but he knows it would be a challenge, an adventure. And if Lily were here with him now, she'd probably turn him into a well-mannered, polite little boy again - she doesn't think in legends, in rumours and stories, and she sure as hell wouldn't give a fuck if Lupin was Neptune himself.
"What about you?" Lupin suddenly asks. He manages to never sound interested, or curious, or - sea forbid - in any way nice, but definitely nicer than before.
Sirius shrugs, doesn't really want to tell him about running away from a miserable home, and getting saved by Captain Potter from being raped by a handful of drunken old pirates - not to mention receiving a right thrashing from a pregnant Lily for being a stupid little boy (who claimed he was twenty, when actually he'd been seventeen) thinking he could make it on his own.
"Saved James from a tight spot and got work on the Lily", he brags instead, trying to sound nonchalant, and not like the snotty seventeen year old who got teased by the crew and couldn't hold a sword if his life depended on it.
Lupin stares at him from his corner, and Sirius thinks about his long, girly lashes, and the horrible trademark sneer. Where is that naive, wide-eyed boy with his books? he thinks, but Lupin says, "You're a terrible liar, pet", and the question drizzles to dust.
"The Lily, huh?" Lupin suddenly asks, and his heart sinks. He knows that Lupin's ship is called the Ophelia, or at least his main ship, and he doesn't have to ask about that because Sirius has had tons of books at home and he read them all. He looks away.
"Why that name?"
Whoopsie, I think I gave Sirius more of a past than I did Lupin. *ahem* Sorry. I got a little carried away, I think. Oh well! Your turn. I hope I understood correctly that Lupin, or most other pirates for that matter, doesn't have a clue there's a Lily and a Harry belonging to the great Captain James Potter, because they'd be sort of a weak spot and all.
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“What name? If you meant the Lily, I was hoping you could tell me.” Lupin says, and Sirius can’t help but feel a bit flustered when he realizes he had spoken his mind aloud.
“Hm, I meant the Ophelia.”
To Sirius’ surprise, Lupin looks away. “No reason.” he says with hesitance in his voice, and Sirius sees an opening. It only takes him half a second to decide to milk it for all it’s worth. He crosses the room in four large strides, still feeling dirty and squeaky in his clothes. Just before he sits beside the captain (who is rolling his eyes), he puts back his shirt, feeling much comfortable and less self-conscious with it on.
“Go on,” Sirius nudges Lupin softly, both with his elbow and the soft tone of voice Harry always uses when he want something. He’s learned from the best, after all. “You can tell me, was she hot?
Lupin glares at him. “I don’t need to tell you anything Black, so back the hell off.” For a second, Sirius is confused by the use of his surname, but he can recognize a touchy subject when he sees it.
“Fine then, I’ll just ask Pettigrew.” Sirius lies between his teeth, his thumb fingering the ring with the old nervous tic he has never managed to get rid of. He hopes Lupin will fall for it, since Sirius isn’t in the best of terms with Lupin’s second in command, especially since that time a while ago when Sirius had stolen one of his roasted chickens in a bar, along with the ruby it had hidden on the inside. Lily had loved it, though.
Lupin rolls his eyes once again, and he rests his head on the wooden wall after a long sigh. “Fine. It’s Hamlet’s Ophelia. Will you shut up now and let me sleep?”
There’s silence for a minute, strained and awkward, as the shadows from the moving lamp change and surge on the walls. More silence, and then Sirius chokes on his laughter. Lupin pushes him, sends him to the ground, but Sirius keeps on laughing, hands around his stomach.
“You named your ship after a book!” Sirius says once speech returns to him, wiping stray tears with dirty fingers.
“Fuck off, it’s a beautiful name.”
“Yes, for beautifully pathetical girly Captains that swoon at the mention of literature!” Lupin actually growls at him, low and menacing, but Sirius refuses to be intimidated. It feels almost like friendly banter, like the one he has with James, and he’s not willing to give up whatever short actual emotional contact he’s had with the agressive Captain.
“Well, what kind of stupid name is the Lily, anyway?”
Ah no, that’s playing dirty. Sirius will never tolerate anyone bad-mouthing his sort of but not sister-in-law.
So he punches Lupin.
Gosh, that was such a difficult thing to write! I wanted to get them out of the room already, maybe to get Peter to find them, but it was getting too long. Up to you, now!
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It doesn't come as a surprise when Lupin punches back, but it does come as a surprise when he starts to laugh. It's a strange, childish kind of laugh, not cruel anymore, although there is a hint of mockery in it. Sirius likes it anyway.
"You punch like a girl, Black", Lupin smirks and wipes his face. "And you insult like a girl, Lupin", Sirius snaps back and kicks his leg, though feebly because he's tired. Again, it's like mock-fighting with James, only then he has to think about what happened earlier and it's definitely not like with James anymore.
He wraps his arms around his legs and chews on his lower lip, almost relieved Lupin has apparently forgotten about his question, when -
"So, the Lily. What's the secret, eh?" Lupin leans forward as well, clear eyes focusing on him like the eyes of a reflection in the mirror, never letting go, never moving away.
"I- I don't know", Sirius says, and stares at the floor. His fingers follow the pattern in the wood: lines that seem to glide out of view and collect behind the walls.
Lupin shifts next to him. "Liar", he says. Sirius frowns, there is something in his voice - and then he knows.
It's impatience. Lupin can't stand not knowing something, and Sirius has to grin at the thought, because he thinks he has just discovered a little weakness of the dear Captain.
"If you say so", he mutters, shrugging, and Lupin snorts and pulls at his shirt like a small boy. "What do I get if I tell you?" Sirius asks.
Slowly, a brutal grin flares up on Lupin's pretty face.
Sorry it's not that much, but this is such a nice place to stop. *evil grin* Yes, well, I was thinking we could let them suffer a little longer on the ship, it's so much fun letting them explore each other's pasts and everything... Just a question, do you want to include the nightmare idea (which would give us an excuse for hugs and clinging and blushes and maybe a reluctant "thanks" or something) or would you rather they are found sooner?
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“Other than smashing daily sex with me, you mean?” Sirius can feel that’s not exactly the comment that’s brought such a dangerous looking smile on Lupin’s face, but the prospect sounds like fun, so he plays along.
He brings his face closer to Lupin’s a grin of his own in place. “I can get that without having to spill any secrets at all, m’ dear captain,” He puts a kiss on Lupin’s mouth, subtle and quick. “You’re just full of shit if you don’t accept you want me too.”
Lupin laughs again, the open noise that’s toying with Sirius’ insides. Sirius receives a slow kiss on return, and suddenly the nasty Captain Lupin doesn’t look threatening at all. “I, my dear pet, take things as a man, even when it’s a frightening thing such as desire.” He moves a bit apart, but his body language still spells ‘just knock and you’ll be inside’ and Sirius so desperately wants to be in. “I’ve got a proposition for you.”
His tone is business-like, and Sirius doubts a bit, although he doesn’t let it show on his face. “So soon? Oh my, I’m not dressed for the occasion!” he says in a fairly good imitation of what Lily calls a girly voice, taking Lupin’s hands between his. “But yes, my dear, I shall be proud to call you my wife. May I call you Remusikinns?”
“Oh, sod off,” says Lupin as he pushes him, but Sirius can still see the smile. “This is important, so you better listen, pretty boy.” Sirius almost doesn’t hear him over his laughter, but when he recovers he sits in front of him with his legs crossed, trying to look as serious as he can be. Lupin still has that crazed smile that makes Sirius either want to run for his life or want to snog him senseless. They wait, the shadows flicker, and Lupin drops the bomb. “If you tell me why is it called the Lily – and mind you, I’ll know if you’re lying, I’ve already got an idea of the reason. If you tell me, I’ll take you as one of my crew.”
The world stops, for a moment, and Sirius can see himself dying slowly in that wretched house in England, blue with bruises and dreaming of heated lands with golden beaches and the treasures he could find with that legend, the mysterious Captain Lupin. It’s all he’s ever dreamt of, and the possibility, the actual possibility feels like a death weight over his shoulder. There’s temptation, and then there’s the memory of that time Harry had hidden his father’s glasses and James had fallen into the water.
There’s no way he could betray them for a silly schoolboy dream.
“No.” he states, resolution made.
“What?” asks Lupin looking bewildered.
Should we add Sirius' parents into the mix? there must be a reason he ran away from home, right? Well, go ahead!
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