“What I understand is that you abandoned us. What I understand is that you abandoned me.” Sirius cut him off. Again, he talked without thinking. He was revealing too much, he knew that. It would not end well – his mother had taught him well the consequences. But he couldn’t stop. He couldn’t control himself when it came to Remus. "Fuck me –" Remus snapped as he stood up and grabbed his bag, ready to leave for class. "I can't talk to you when you're like this.” "Would you, though?" Sirius blurted out, the words escaping him as if they had a mind of their own, unable to bear the sight of Remus walking away from him once again. "What did you say?" Remus asked, his voice filled with shock and confusion as he turned away from the door to confront Sirius. With a flick of his wand, he cut short the music. His features appeared as if Sirius had just slapped him in the face, in total disbelief and incomprehension. Sirius let out a deep exhale and rose from his bed, where he had been huddled since the early hours of the morning, neglecting to attend class. He looked disheveled, his hair in disarray (yet still managing to look gorgeous as always), wearing only a white T-shirt and pyjama pants. Sirius stood his ground, meeting Remus's gaze as he repeated his words, "Would you, though? Fuck me?"
Link to ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46010656/chapters/115817863
Never Cursed by The_Falling_Leaves on ao3
