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[His transformation]

"Ow," Remus winced.

"Sorry!" Sirius rushed, but quietly - most people were still in bed at this ungodly hour.

"It's fine, just- be careful."

Sirius lowered Remus onto the bed. Remus grit his teeth as he slid his arm from Sirius' shoulder and sat on the bed. A crack sounded from his left leg and all he knew was that that couldn't be good.

"Sirius, I'm fine, you don't have to-"

Sirius pointedly coughed. "I call bullshit. You are not fine, Mr Moony. Now let me help you."

Remus couldn't help but smile a bit.

Sirius tiptoed silently into the bathroom. When he returned, he was carrying a big bowl of water and a pristine, pure white washcloth. Remus visibly cringed and recoiled; they'd probably have to throw it out later, with no hope of bleaching it clean.

"I'm so sorry if this hurts," Sirius said with sad eyes. Remus knew how horrible he felt about what Remus has to put up with. But life goes on. He just happened to get the crappy end of it.

Sirius soaked the cloth in the water and wrung it out a little. He brought it up to Remus' right flank and started to clean away the congealed blood that had started to accumulate in a nasty looking cut.

Sirius flinched. "I think I need some magic for that."

"Siri, you can do all of it with magic," Remus said softly.

"I know! But ... I want to take care of you. Properly," Sirius said meekly. He looked a little helpless if Remus is honest.

Remus lifted Sirius' face by his chin and stroked his cheek. "You try. You care. I don't want anything more. You're just doing this extra hassle from the good of your of your own heart. You help me everyday, Pads, just by living. Don't feel bad for anything you can't do, especially when it's so minuscule."

Sirius leaned in to Remus' touch but shook his head and got back to work. He rinsed the impurities off Remus' cuts and tidied them up, stopping their bleeding to the best of his ability. "I think you might need stitches. I don't wanna mess that up. Madame Pomfrey?"

Remus shook his head. "Not now," he whispered and looked adoringly at Sirius. "They'll heal on their own. They're magical, so they'll scar, but they can heal on their own."

Sirius pressed his lips into a thin line, calculating if he should leave it or not. A couple moments later, he rose and settled himself behind Remus on the bed.

"Padfoot what are you doing?" Remus said.

"You're telling me you're muscles aren't all twisted and don't ache? More bullshit. I'm giving you a massage, baby, just relax," Sirius said.

"...Oh."

Sirius smirked and Quirked an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

"Stop- Wa- I-"

Sirius couldn't see his face, but if the red neck and burning tips of Remus' ears that poked from beneath his disheveled hair were anything to go by, he'd say he was blushing right now. In all fairness, he did unexpectedly moan. And it took all of Sirius' strength not to turn to putty - not that he'd ever admit that out loud.

"I- I just mean that ... oh my god ... it ... it feels nice," Remus said, melting under Sirius' hands. "Did you have freaking massage lessons or something I- ah."

Sirius leaned his head between Remus' shoulder blades to muffle his laughter. Remus felt Sirius' smile on his back and shiver reverberated through him.

"No," Sirius said, then he whispered down Remus' ear,

"I'm just good with my hands."

At that Remus literally liquified. He fell backwards into Sirius' chest, a sloppy pile of submission.

"Want ... you ..." Remus breathed raggedly.

"Rem, I don't want you hurt more," Sirius said. He was proud of his maturity because he could feel so many butterflies and heat all inside him because of Remus and his words. And doings. He pressed a kiss to the back of Remus' neck who shivered again.

"Maybe tomorrow," Sirius said quietly.

"Yes please."

{December 8th, 2020, 20:53. does 'that that' make sense? lmao i've never used it before and idk if it's grammatically correct 💀🔫}