A/N: This story was written for Nanja, who is an avid fan of slash. That
means, if you don't like slash, GO AWAY. Thank you.
And don't complain.
The Day Lupin And Sirius Went To A Club And Met No Nice Girls But Did Not Come Home Empty Handed
It was Friday night, and a cool breeze played around the streets of London. Lupin and Sirius had planned to get into the bright city nightlife, and were preparing.
Sirius had hexed his hair to be a little bit lighter and shorter, he had shaved himself and generally made certain not one accidental wizard would recognise him.
Remus had brushed his teeth, combed his hair, put on his best shirt, trousers and All Stars, and plainly stayed good, old Lupin, but only in a slightly more going-outish way.
They went on foot and by tube into the very heart of the district which had most interesting clubs.
It was a very nice evening. They met a lot of girls who seemed interested, especially in Sirius – as was usual. Lupin smiled shyly at many cute looking girls, but they didn't seem to interested in him.
When it was nearly four in the morning, and Sirius and Lupin had had their good share of dancing, girls-watching and drinks, Sirius took Lupin my the arm and dragged him into the loos.
"What's wrong, Padfoot?" asked Lupin, a little alarmed.
"I'm bored with all these girls, Moons," said Sirius, swaying a little on his feet, while still holding onto Lupin's shirt. "They're all the same. They don't want to get to know me, or you, they want to shag immediately. Preferably in the corner of some ally, so they can get back to check out some more geezers afterwards."
"What do you want then?" said Lupin.
"I want to go home," grumbled Sirius, and he let go of Lupin's shirt and fell on the ground. Lupin pulled him up and dragged him out of the club.
"I told you sixteen double vodkas wouldn't do you good," he muttered.
They reached Grimmauld Place without further retching. It was pretty odd, to stand there like that, Lupin thought.
"Would you like to come in for some... coffee?" Sirius said, hiccoughing.
Lupin raised an eyebrow. "But I live here, too!"
"Shh! I know!" Sirius said, a little annoyed. "Just play along, would you?"
"Oh, okay," said Lupin, not certain if it really was. "Erm, yes, I'd like some coffee."
Sirius took Lupin by the hand and led him up the stairs surprisingly quietly. He closed the bedroom door behind him, and started to caress Lupin's chest.
Lupin was shocked at this. "What do you think you're doing?" he said.
"Sssh," hushed Sirius, still gently caressing Lupin. "Just one night."
"You're drunk," Lupin said, but he let his friend do.
Sirius went on, and strangely enough Lupin didn't mind that much. When Sirius moved in to kiss him, he closed his eyes and answered the kiss by parting his lips.
When Mrs Weasley came to check on Sirius to see if he had arrived home at all, she was met with the most disturbing thing she had ever seen.
Laying in bed with Sirius was no other than Remus Lupin, who drowsily waved at her.
Mrs Weasley shrieked and ran for her life.
And don't complain.
The Day Lupin And Sirius Went To A Club And Met No Nice Girls But Did Not Come Home Empty Handed
It was Friday night, and a cool breeze played around the streets of London. Lupin and Sirius had planned to get into the bright city nightlife, and were preparing.
Sirius had hexed his hair to be a little bit lighter and shorter, he had shaved himself and generally made certain not one accidental wizard would recognise him.
Remus had brushed his teeth, combed his hair, put on his best shirt, trousers and All Stars, and plainly stayed good, old Lupin, but only in a slightly more going-outish way.
They went on foot and by tube into the very heart of the district which had most interesting clubs.
It was a very nice evening. They met a lot of girls who seemed interested, especially in Sirius – as was usual. Lupin smiled shyly at many cute looking girls, but they didn't seem to interested in him.
When it was nearly four in the morning, and Sirius and Lupin had had their good share of dancing, girls-watching and drinks, Sirius took Lupin my the arm and dragged him into the loos.
"What's wrong, Padfoot?" asked Lupin, a little alarmed.
"I'm bored with all these girls, Moons," said Sirius, swaying a little on his feet, while still holding onto Lupin's shirt. "They're all the same. They don't want to get to know me, or you, they want to shag immediately. Preferably in the corner of some ally, so they can get back to check out some more geezers afterwards."
"What do you want then?" said Lupin.
"I want to go home," grumbled Sirius, and he let go of Lupin's shirt and fell on the ground. Lupin pulled him up and dragged him out of the club.
"I told you sixteen double vodkas wouldn't do you good," he muttered.
They reached Grimmauld Place without further retching. It was pretty odd, to stand there like that, Lupin thought.
"Would you like to come in for some... coffee?" Sirius said, hiccoughing.
Lupin raised an eyebrow. "But I live here, too!"
"Shh! I know!" Sirius said, a little annoyed. "Just play along, would you?"
"Oh, okay," said Lupin, not certain if it really was. "Erm, yes, I'd like some coffee."
Sirius took Lupin by the hand and led him up the stairs surprisingly quietly. He closed the bedroom door behind him, and started to caress Lupin's chest.
Lupin was shocked at this. "What do you think you're doing?" he said.
"Sssh," hushed Sirius, still gently caressing Lupin. "Just one night."
"You're drunk," Lupin said, but he let his friend do.
Sirius went on, and strangely enough Lupin didn't mind that much. When Sirius moved in to kiss him, he closed his eyes and answered the kiss by parting his lips.
When Mrs Weasley came to check on Sirius to see if he had arrived home at all, she was met with the most disturbing thing she had ever seen.
Laying in bed with Sirius was no other than Remus Lupin, who drowsily waved at her.
Mrs Weasley shrieked and ran for her life.