The One Where Remus Got Drunk

[theshabbiestofmen]

[It's been a good night. Home alone, some classical music on the radio, a large and dusty book, and a bottle of red wine to sip at while he reads. Sirius is out doing something-- Auror training, Remus thinks vaguely, but he's not entirely certain-- but the point is, Remus has some time to himself.

He didn't mean to get drunk, not really. It was just hard to resist a second glass of wine after he'd had his first, and then a third after his second-- and the wine tasted so delicious, and he'd been so thirsty-- and then he's peering at the bottom of the bottle with a chuckle, because what even happened to it all!

Ah, but that's a question for another time-- because there's someone at the front door, and Remus knows precisely who it is. And he's so happy his boyfriend is home, happy enough that he stumbles to his feet to go and let him in.]

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[doggedly]

[He laughs at that, quietly--not unkindly, certainly--and scratches gently at Remus' hair, the way you'd soothe a dog.]

I know. Oh, it's all right, I'm not actually laughing at you or, or judging you, or something-- you're a git-- [He kisses him again, with another little laugh.] Though it's good to know how much you like force. Reminds me to give it to you more often.

[theshabbiestofmen]

I'm judging me.

[And it says something about Sirius, about how much he loves Sirius, that even that teasing little comment makes his insides squirm a little.]

I'm never getting drunk again, I hope you know. Was it even good with me so intoxicated?

[doggedly]

[He laughs, but this one is tinged with disbelief.]

Was it good. Was it good, he asks-- God, it was brilliant, I could've gone again except you fell asleep-- you'd better get drunk again, I don't want that to be my last time!

[theshabbiestofmen]

What was so good about it? And don't laugh so loudly, please--

[He peers groggily up at Sirius, eyes narrowed.]

'M just as good sober.

[doggedly]

Yeah, yeah--

[That's something like a sorry; he kisses Remus' forehead instead, smiling gently at him.]

You are, definitely. It was just-- different, like this. You were incredibly direct, for starters, that was interesting.

[theshabbiestofmen]

[He tilts his head a little, still uncertain.]

I could . . . try and be more like that. If it was so interesting.

[doggedly]

Well--

[He raises his eyebrows a little, considering Remus' face.]

I don't mean your way is bad. You do realise that, right? That's not what I'm saying.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Yeah?

[doggedly]

Yeah.

[He strokes at his cheek, gently, smiling at him.]

It's just different. That's all. Not necessarily better, either, just... different.

[theshabbiestofmen]

All right.

[He wrinkles his nose.]

I'd hate to think the time I was the best was when I was drunk. Honestly.

[He closes his eyes again, settling down against Sirius.]

That being said: what I do remember of it was bloody amazing.

[doggedly]

Oh, no, I can think of several times I'd call your best. Which is sort of unfair, really, you shouldn't be allowed several dozen bests--

[He kisses the top of Remus' head again, with a grin.]

But I'm glad we're in agreement on that at least. Bloody amazing.

[theshabbiestofmen]

[He laughs quietly, pleased by that answer.]

Are you going to fetch me some water?

[doggedly]

Are you asking me to?

[Another kiss; he makes a pleased little mmm along with it, and then pulls away all at once, grinning.]

Just water, or tea as well?

[theshabbiestofmen]

Whatever's best for a hangover. You've far more experience with them than I.

[He kisses him gently again, as extra incentive.]

Please?

[doggedly]

Mmm.

[It's half a sigh, half a noise of musing--he leans into that kiss for a moment, making it deeper, and then draws away all at once.]

Yes, all right, done. Tea and water, coming up, be right back--

[theshabbiestofmen]

I love you!

[He calls that out to Sirius even as he squirms to get under the covers (and away from that sunlight).]

[doggedly]

I love you too! But you're just trying to get more work out of me!

[He shouts it back, banging around in the kitchen. Kettle on for tea, water in a glass--and toast as well, why not, toast always makes him feel more human after a night of heavy drinking. It takes a bit, but he's back rather quickly, with a tray as promised.]

You can't eat under the blankets, you git, sit up.

[theshabbiestofmen]

'S bright.

[He mutters that as he slowly sits up. The process is rather more work than it normally is, and he squints uncertainly at Sirius as he does.]

Thank you. Did you really not clean us off afterwards last night?

[doggedly]

Uh--

[He was just kneeling on the bed with that tray, in as good of domestic glory as Sirius Black ever gets, when Remus asks that question. And then there's a pause, and...]

Well, I fell asleep. Look, tea and toast and water!

[theshabbiestofmen]

Yes, yes.

[Benevolently, with a little smile, he pats his head.]

We're horribly grotty and you've brought me tea and toast and water and I love you. Ah--

[He takes a moment to study Sirius naked and kneeling before him-- how could he not-- before taking the toast.]

Come up and feed it to me.

[doggedly]

[His nose wrinkles a little, trying to decide if he's being dismissed--and then he decides he doesn't care, there was an I love you in there, and anyways Remus is smiling at him, and how can he resist a bid to feed him? So he crawls up, carefully holding the tray aloft--and, once he's settled, he breaks off a bit of toast crust and holds it out to him.]

I love you too, by the way.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Mmhm.

[His head is still throbbing, a pinpoint of pain behind his left eye, but Remus still lets his lips linger around Sirius' fingers for a few seconds.]

You're a good boyfriend.

[doggedly]

[His eyebrows lift a little, and a smile curls onto his mouth, even at that brief contact--]

Yeah, well. You're not half bad yourself. Especially with little things like that-- Jesus, when did you get so sexy?

[theshabbiestofmen]

I always was, Black. Just because you were too busy shagging girls to see it isn't my fault.

[He nips at his fingers once, with a small smile, before he starts happily on the tea.]

[doggedly]

[He snorts--his fingers are tingling, vaguely, but that doesn't mean he's not going to answer Remus that--]

Ah, now, that's a lie. I know that much. Because I remember third-year Lupin, and he wasn't sexy, and I was snogging girls in third year at least. You underwent a transformation. Don't act as if you didn't.