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Remus hated this
It wasn’t the date itself that bothered him—not exactly. What he hated was the nervousness that clung to his bones like a second skin, the way his stomach twisted into knots every time he thought about Sirius. Sirius’s beauty wasn’t just in his sharp cheekbones or the dark mane that spilled over his shoulders, small pieces falling into his face; it was in the way he inhabited a room, as if it belonged to him. And soon, this Sirius Black would be sitting across from him in a little restaurant, laughing with that easy grin he reserved only for Remus.
He spent most of the day at work staring blankly at his computer screen while his stomach performed gymnastics. By the time 6:45 rolled around, he’d changed his shirt three times, rejected two different hair products, and told himself at least six times that this was just Sirius. The same Sirius who once tried to make spaghetti in his kettle. The same Sirius who called him “My Moony”. He was supposed to be a grown man. An adult who had survived far worse than this. And yet here he was, pacing his flat in his best shirt, willing his shaking hands to stop.
It’s just Sirius, he told himself. The same Sirius who once—
A knock at the door cut off his thought, and his heart jumped into overdrive.
Remus opened it to find Sirius in a black button-up with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, hair looking like it had been styled in a storm but in a good way.
“Wow,” Sirius said, looking him up and down with zero shame. ““Mon Dieu… tu es magnifique,” Sirius breathed before he could stop himself.
Remus blinked. “What?”
Sirius’s mouth curled into a grin far too sharp to be innocent. “I said… you look great, Moony.”
Remus flushed. “You told me to wear something nice. You look great too”
A slow grin spread across Sirius’s face. “Careful, Moony, or I might start thinking you actually like me.”
Remus rolled his eyes, though the faint curve at his mouth betrayed him. He stepped outside, pulling the door shut behind him, the evening air cool against his cheeks. Sirius was waiting there, leaning against the railing like he had all the time in the world, the streetlamp’s glow catching in his hair.
“Ready, Moony?” Sirius asked, eyes glinting in that way that made it impossible to tell if he was teasing or entirely sincere.
Remus only shook his head, smiling despite himself, and fell into step beside him.
Their hands brushing every few steps, fingers hovering just close enough to almost intertwine. The streets were alive with the glow of city lights, casting gold across the pavement, and a cool breeze carried the quiet hum of late-night life—a feeling that made the air seem thick with possibility.
Every time their fingers touched, Sirius glanced sideways at him, quick and shameless, like he was trying to catch Remus in something. The third time it happened, their eyes met—just for a heartbeat—and Remus felt the heat bloom high on his cheeks.
~
They went to a little French restaurant Sirius claimed to have “discovered,” though Remus was fairly certain he’d heard about it from Peter and Mary more than once. According to them, it was the “bang restaurant”, the kind of place where, if you brought a first date, you were almost guaranteed not to go home alone.
Even with that dubious reputation in mind, Remus had to admit it was… perfect. Small and warm, with fairy lights strung along the windows and the soft hum of conversation in the air. Exactly the kind of place that made a first date feel like it could turn into something more.
Over pasta and wine, they fell into their usual rhythm — teasing, arguing over music, Sirius dramatically reenacting some disaster from his week. James and Lily had recently gotten engaged, and Sirius was nervous—though he’d never admit it—that Lily might replace him. He didn’t say it outright, of course, but Remus could read him too well not to notice. He was one of the few people who truly knew Sirius. Remus shook his head gently. “James would never let anyone replace you. People don’t replace each other, Sirius. They’re… their person. And you—” He gave Sirius a quiet, steady look. “You’re his.”
But beneath the words, there was a tension humming under it all, an unspoken awareness. Remus’s knee brushed against Sirius’s under the table, and neither of them moved away.
~
After dinner, they found themselves in a cozy bar down the street. Sirius insisted on buying the first round, then the second. Remus, still riding the nervous high, let himself drink more quickly than usual. The warmth spread through him, loosening his tongue, easing the tightness in his chest.
Sirius was watching him with that infuriating, fond smirk. “You’re flushed, Moons.”
“Am not,” Remus muttered, though he could feel the heat in his cheeks.
“Adorable.”
Somewhere between the third and fourth drink, Sirius pulled him toward a corner booth. Remus slid in beside him, far too aware of the press of their thighs. By the time the second bottle of wine was opened, Remus felt his nerves untangle, his words loosening. When Sirius laughed—full, unguarded—it was like music.
The alcohol had blurred the edges of Remus’ nerves. He was still aware — acutely — of Sirius’ presence, the way his cologne wrapped around him like smoke, the way his laugh bubbled up against Remus’ shoulder. But now there was no fear holding him back.
When Sirius leaned back to sip his drink, Remus found himself shifting — and before he could think better of it, he was climbing into Sirius’ lap.
Sirius’ eyes went wide, but his hands found Remus’ hips automatically. “Oh. Hello.”
Remus looked down at him, smiling lopsidedly. “I love your little nose.”
Sirius blinked. “You… what?”
“And your cute smile,” Remus went on, drunk sincerity spilling out of him. He reached up and gently tapped Sirius’ front tooth. “Especially this tooth. I love how you make me laugh…”
Sirius’ smile turned almost blinding, the kind that made his eyes crinkle at the corners. The kind Remus secretly adored. But now, up close, he could see something else — something melting. Like every scrap of doubt Sirius had ever had about how Remus felt was dissolving right there in that booth.
“You’re unbelievable,” Sirius murmured, and it sounded suspiciously like you’re mine.
~
They left the bar hand-in-hand, the cool night air sobering Remus just enough to make him aware of what he’d done. But Sirius wasn’t teasing him. He was smiling that quiet, almost shy smile that made Remus want to kiss him senseless.
At Remus’ flat, they lingered in the doorway. Sirius’ voice was low. “You know you can’t say things like that and expect me to just leave, right?”
Remus’ pulse kicked. “Maybe I don’t want you to leave.”
Sirius’ grin turned wicked, and then he was kissing him — hard, hungry, years of tension snapping like a live wire. Remus pressed him back against the door, taller frame enveloping him, hands braced at Sirius’ hips.
Sirius wrapped his arms around Remus’s neck, pulling him closer. Remus’s hands wandered to Sirius’s arse, giving it a bold squeeze.
In one smooth motion, Remus lifted Sirius off the ground, and Sirius’s legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.
“Remus! Since when did you get so strong?” Sirius teased, breathless.
Remus stammered, cheeks flushing deep crimson. “Maybe it’s the alcohol… I don’t know. Just—just kiss me.”
It deepened, slow but desperate, until Sirius’ breath was warm against his ear. “Take me to bed, Moons.”
Remus didn’t need to be told twice.
They stumbled down the hall, laughter breaking between kisses, clothes loosening in hurried movements. The bedroom door clicked shut behind them.
~
Remus rammed into Sirius steadily, soft moans slipping out each time their bodies connected, while Sirius stroked himself, his head leaning back, lips slightly parted, eyes shut tight.
“Oh god, Rem... I’m about to—” He barely finished before his release spilled over his fingers, breaths coming fast and shallow as I didn’t have to wait long before he spilled over his fingers, breathing ragged as I quickened my pace, watching him fall apart below me. I can’t believe I am here
I was right there with him, riding through my own orgasm. A few more thrusts, and I finally slowed, chest heaving.
I carefully moved myself from in between his legs back down, then collapsed onto him with a quiet grunt. Sweat stuck to my skin, my curls damp and clinging to my forehead, breath settling back into a calmer rhythm. I kissed the spot on his chest, tracing the moles I could reach, feeling the warmth of him beneath me.
For a long moment, we just lay there, nothing but heavy breaths filling the quiet room.
God, it wasn’t just about the sex. I’d wanted this—wanted to see if it felt right—and with Sirius, it was easy. There was no awkwardness about being naked or exposed, no self-consciousness about the noises or the way we looked. I wasn’t thinking about what I should say or do. I was simply there. With him. My Sirius. The most perfect, beautiful person I’d ever known.
Remus pulled away gently, sliding off Sirius so they could both catch their breath. They settled side by side, bodies close, staring into each other’s eyes in the soft silence that followed.
Remus shifted slightly, still catching his breath. “So… um, how was it for you? Did you enjoy yourself?” His voice came out a bit awkward, unsure.
Sirius laughed softly and turned to face him, eyes sparkling as they locked onto Remus’s. “Moony… my moony,” he teased, a grin tugging at his lips. “I feel sorry for your neighbor—they’re definitely gonna get a noise complaint. I was pretty loud.” He paused, then added with a smirk, “So, take it as a solid 10 out of 10. Maybe even 1000 out of 10.” Leaning in, he kissed the corner of Remus’s lips.
Remus smiled shyly. “I asked because… well, you’ve hooked up with loads of girls since we were teens, even now. I just wanted to make sure I was the best for you.”
Sirius’s grin softened. “Honestly? It was one of the best times I’ve had. Mostly because it was with you.” He gave him a playful nudge. “And, uh… it’s my first time with a guy, so technically I was a virgin.”
Remus burst out laughing. “Well, that explains a lot.”
As their laughter died down, Remus teased, “By the way, Mary and Peter were right about that restaurant.”
Sirius rolled his eyes dramatically, throwing a bit of a tantrum. “I was the one who discovered it, not them!”
Remus chuckled. “Yeah, yeah, but I’m pretty sure I’ve heard about it from them more times than I can count. They call it the ‘bang restaurant’— after eating there you almost definitely don’t go home alone.”
Sirius gave him a mock glare but smiled. “Fine, fine. But it’s still my discovery.”
They shared a quiet moment, grinning at each other—two perfectly imperfect souls tangled together.