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“Who knew Snape could throw a punch, huh?”

Sirius’ hopeful smile faltered when Remus didn’t even look up from where he was in their dorm bathroom, reaching for where the elves kept the first aid kit. Remus sighed, “Pads—“

“‘m joking.” Sirius touched a careful hand to his bloodied cheek and winced, “It was more of a slap, really.”

Remus straightened up, setting the tin box down and unlatching the lid, “Sit there.” He nodded his head to the counter, “that way we’ll be at the same level.”

Sirius scoffed, and put a fist to his chest as he hoisted himself onto the bathroom counter, mocking a knife, “My ego is wounded enough, Moons. Way to poor some salt in.” Sirius grinned as Remus settled himself between Sirius’ knees, catching the small smile playing at the edges of Remus’ eyes.

Remus pressed his lips against it, but his eyes were light, golden, “Are you going to sit still for me?”

Sirius raised his hands, crossing one over his heart and ending the gesture with a little salute.

“Good.”

Remus leant away for a moment to run a cloth under some hot water and Sirius took the opportunity to let out a shaky breath, looking down to where Remus’ narrow hips were so close to his. Despite his jokes, the close proximity had his heart beating frantically against his ribs, and he pulled his lower lip into his mouth before hissing in pain.

“Don’t bite that, Pads, you’ll make it worse.” Remus straightened, facing him again.

“Sorry.” Sirius mumbled, trying not to look at Remus too closely. He could see all of his freckles this close up. Some of them seemed to be smudged where a scar raked through them. He was one of the most endearing things Sirius had ever seen. Like someone had painted Remus with a delicate brush, adding each detail painstakingly. From this close Sirius could see the flecks of what looked like pure gold in Remus’ eyes, light playing of the bronze-like yellow in them. Sirius swallowed, “Sorry.”

Remus’ eyes flickered momentarily, noticing the new tension that Sirius’ shoulders held. His mind automatically went to calculating what he had said, what he had done wrong. He pushed the thoughts back and raised the towel, “Hold still.”

Sirius didn’t flinch as Remus dabbed at the dried blood on his face, the narrow gash across his cheek, but he didn’t make any jokes either. The sarcasm he had been exercising was gone, and he looked around the room, seemingly anywhere but Remus. Remus leaned away again, reaching for the healing salve.

“This shit stings. Just warning you.”

“I know.” Sirius mumbled, “The elves at home used to use it when mum—“ He pressed his lips together, seeming to hover between continuing the sentence or trying to diverge it, before he just settled on a shrug.

Remus’ heart gave a throb. The mere thought of someone hurting Sirius sent his heart racing, heat rising to his face. It didn’t help that Remus, from this close, could see every sad detail of Sirius’ face. The crease between his brows, the little scars that littered the tops of his cheeks, a few on his chin. He didn’t want to look at those too closely, couldn’t really, guessing where they had come from. He was beautiful though, and that made Remus’ heart pound for an entirely different reason. Even with blood on his face, and a ring of purple starting to form around his outer eye, he was beautiful. Remus swallowed, almost looking forward to applying the salve, even if only for the chance to touch Sirius’ cheek, to make the pain go away. But Sirius’ mouth was set in a frown, so different from how he’d been when they’d walked into the bathroom, and his entire body seemed to be arching away from Remus.

Remus, glancing down at the bottle in his hand, cleared his throat and held it out. He stepped purposefully away from Sirius’ body, extracting himself from between his legs, “You can do it. Don’t know why I’m…” He clenched and unclenched his hands behind his back, “Dunno. Just thought I’d help but you’re, y’know, practiced with this. S’not like you and James haven’t gotten enough injuries, I don’t—“

“Re.”

Remus spun, realizing he’d turned away from Sirius, “Hm?”

Sirius was looking at him with sad eyes, knees still parted and palms facing upward on his thighs, “I—“ Sirius glanced at the bottle, “No, you can do it.”

Remus blinked. He’d never heard Sirius’ voice that soft. He watched as Sirius shifted a little, before glancing at him once more, gray eyes light, almost translucent.

“I want you to.”

Remus swallowed, nodded before he realized it. His heart was pounding in his chest, so hard that he could feel it in his throat, “I— okay.” Remus swallowed again, “Alright.” He took a step and was surrounded by Sirius again, only this time, Sirius’ eyes were on him. Remus took the bottle from him blindly, their fingers catching together for a moment. Remus had to look down then, unscrewing the wide cap and dipping his fingers in, feeling Sirius’ gaze burning on him all the while.

“It’s—“ Remus looked up, back at the bottomless grey. His words felt jumbled in his brain, “gonna sting.” He mustered dumbly.

Sirius shook his head minutely, “S’okay.”

Remus reached up slowly, his pinky and ring finger steadying his hand against Sirius’ jaw, while his thumb carefully smeared the balm over the high of Sirius’ cheek. The raw skin was warm to the touch, but it felt like it was burning to Remus. Sirius didn’t flinch, instead almost leaning into the touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

“Are you okay?” Remus said quietly.

Sirius nodded mutely, lips parted. Remus’ eyes flickered to them, to the split in the bottom one.

He glanced down, taking more healing potion, “Your lip…”

“I want you to do it.” Sirius’ voice cut him off, it was almost a whisper.

Remus let out a breath, barely noting the way it shook. He raised his hand again, fingers on Sirius’ jaw. He found he couldn’t move his gaze from Sirius’ as his thumb pushed into the soft skin of Sirius’ lip, pulling it downward slightly. It should have burned, Remus was sure it hurt, he’d felt it himself, but the soft sound Sirius made in his throat wasn’t one of pain. Remus let out another shaky breath at it, felt a tug in his chest, found his chin tilting forward.

“Re.” Sirius’ eyes were hooded, lashes casting shadows on his cheeks, “Re.” He said again.

And suddenly Remus was tilting forward, his entire world was tilting forward, and his lips crashed to Sirius’. He felt the split against his own mouth, tasted the sharp tang of blood, the bitterness of the potion, but Sirius’ mouth was sweet and warm. Sirius let out another sound and Remus felt him fist the back of his jumper, pulling him closer. He felt Sirius’ ankles on the back of his knees and pressed his own hands to the small of Sirius’ back, to his neck, pulling him in.

Remus felt the tension slide from Sirius’ body, felt his shoulders drop, his lips give into Remus’ pressure. And Remus held him through it, letting him let go, and, in doing so, feeling the same. Sirius mumbled his name again and again, and Remus shushed him softly, pressing their mouths together over and over. They broke apart slowly, their kisses lingering and soft until just their foreheads were touching, breathing each other’s air.

“Well.” Sirius said softly, “Thank god for Snape’s right hook.”

And Remus smiled, a real smile this time, and leaned in to kiss him again.

(Requests are open)

So have I ever told you all that people tending to eachother’ wounds Does Things To Me? No? Okay awesome well it does so here’s something that made me want to curl into a ball and quietly scream