k i s s . i t . b e t t e r

Kiss It Better
[by victoria p.]

Summary: Sirius gets hurt. Remus makes it better.

Rating: R

Notes: Thanks as always to Jen, Pete/Melissa, Dot, and Meg. Written for luzdeestrellas, who gave me "Sirius, motorbike, hurt" as a prompt. Never let it be said I ignore the obvious. Also, teeny-tiny oblique crossover. *g*

Date: October 3, 2004

It wasn't so much that he mangled his knee and ruined his brand new leather trousers, though that was annoying. And it wasn't that the motorbike was damaged, though she wouldn't start, and had a dinged wheel and some scratches on the engine casing, which was upsetting, but would be easy enough to fix if he could get her home.

No.

It was the embarrassment of having to Apparate to the Muggle bookshop in which Remus currently worked, because he needed help, and James was off in the wilds of Ireland with Evans, and there wasn't anyone else.

Remus would give him that long-suffering, "I told you so" look, but he'd never say it, so they wouldn't have a nice row to clear the air. Instead, there would be tense silence until Sirius deliberately said something provocative so Remus could stop brooding with a clear conscience and tell him he was a stupid git.

On the other hand, Remus's, "Dear God, Sirius, are you all right?" was quite gratifying, as was the way he immediately slipped from behind the counter and through the display tables to Sirius's side.

Sirius grinned, teeth gritted against the pain. "My new trousers are wrecked."

"Sod your damned trousers, Sirius. You're bleeding." Remus's voice was rough and his fingers clenched too tightly over Sirius's left elbow.

"Ow."

Remus's eyes widened, and he loosened his grip. "Sorry." He tugged Sirius forward. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up." Remus led him into the manager's office and said, "Take off your trousers."

"Mr. Moony! I'm shocked! I'm not that kind of man."

Remus snorted. "You're exactly that kind of man, Mr. Padfoot. Now, off with them so I can see what you've done to yourself this time."

Sirius moved slowly, and Remus, obviously worried, didn't wait. Long fingers moving quickly, he undid Sirius's flies and stopped.

"You've no underwear on."

Sirius smiled, but it wasn't his best effort. "They bunch up under the leather. Very uncomfortable."

"I see," Remus said, and Sirius had the feeling that he did indeed.

Sirius tried again. "I was hoping when I came home this evening, you'd peel me like a grape."

Remus choked, not exactly the response Sirius had been hoping for.

"That sounded a lot better in my head."

"I'm sure it did," Remus replied, still laughing. "It would have had to."

He waved his wand at the door, which locked with a click, and then did, in fact, peel the pants down Sirius's hips and thighs. Sirius winced as they rubbed over his damaged knee, and Remus stopped. With another quick flick of his wand, the trousers were on the floor. Sirius sank down into the chair behind the desk.

Remus looked over his bruised and bloody leg, knee and shin scraped raw, and sucked in a breath. "You should probably go to St. Mungo's--"

"You can fix it."

"Sirius, I--"

"Remus, please?" Remus was not as good at healing magic as Sirius was, but the spells were difficult to perform on oneself, so Sirius hadn't risked it.

Remus nodded and took another deep breath. "This is going to hurt."

"I'm su-- shit, Moony, what the hell are you doing?" Sirius yelped as his knee began to sting even more.

Remus patted his thigh in what was supposed to be a comforting manner. "Cleaning it. Don't want you to get an infection." He knelt between Sirius's legs, and murmured another spell. The skin on Sirius's knee and shin tingled as it knitted together. Remus's hands splayed out over Sirius's thighs, kneading gently, and suddenly, his skin wasn't the only thing tingling.

Remus noticed, of course, and laughed again.

"I see another ... problem has ... arisen."

"Indeed," Sirius answered breathlessly.

"Shall I kiss it better?" Warm breath ghosted over the head.

Sirius swallowed hard, shivering. "If you would be so kind," he said, his voice deep and husky with lust.

"It would be my pleasure." Remus leaned forward, his lips so close to where Sirius wanted them to be, and then stopped. "Do try to be quiet, though. The walls are very thin back here, and there are customers in the store."

"Moony," Sirius whined, but quietly.

And then he couldn't speak at all, just gasped and grunted as Remus licked at the slit, then slid his lips down over the head, sucking lightly. Sirius let his head fall back and tangled his hands in Remus's short, soft hair, thumbs circling slowly over Remus's scalp.

Hot, wet suction, the velvet swipe of Remus's tongue, the light scrape of teeth along the pulsing vein on the underside, Remus's skilled fingers cupping and squeezing his balls... the combined sensations nearly melted Sirius's brain. He was nothing but heat and energy, pleasure sparking through his body, blossoming on his skin. His hips jerked, but Remus held him down, took him deep, lips sliding to the base.

He came with a hoarse shout, shooting down Remus's throat, and Remus swallowed it all, sucked him until there was nothing left. Then he sat back on his heels and smiled, dabbing at the corner of his mouth with his thumb.

Sirius slumped in the squeaky desk chair, feeling like his body was made of jelly. Remus leaned forward and kissed him gently, a soft brush of lips on lips, and he could taste himself.

"All right then?"

"Much better. Couldn't have got that at St. Mungo's," he replied sleepily.

"I should fucking well hope not."

He laughed and pressed his mouth to Remus's.

"I have to get back to work now," Remus said, breaking the kiss. "I'm sure Mr. Fell is wondering where I am."

"What about you?"

"You can return the favor -- with interest -- tonight. Now," a wave of his wand at Sirius, "Scourgify," and then at the trousers in the sad heap upon the floor, "Reparo." He levitated the trousers over to Sirius, who still sat in the chair. "Put them on, or not, but go home."

"The bike--"

Remus rolled his eyes, but smiled. "We'll pick it up when I'm done working." Another quick kiss, and then Remus went to the door. "Go."

Sirius went, quite pleased with how things had turned out, all things considered. The damage to his bike, his trousers, and his knee had definitely been worth it.

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