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return

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Remus has never felt happier than he did right now, after twelve long and painful years he was at long last able to hold his love in his arms once again. It had been a week now since Sirius had come back into his life and Remus had resigned from his post at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, he had gone into hiding with Sirius, who in the public eye was still a villain. 

They were hiding out in Grimmauld place, at the House of Black, it was early morning and Remus had awoken early, each morning when he opened his eyes he expected to feel nothing but heart wrenching pain and misery, it had been like that for twelve years, each day was an agonising ordeal made only better by the fact in his dreams he could see those he loved again, Lily, James, Peter as he once was, and most of all Sirius. 

He knew in his heart that the ordeal was not yet over, but it was Harry's story, and much as he could try to help, right now he simply wanted to be in the embrace of his boyfriend once again. It felt silly to have a boyfriend at his age now, he was nearing his mid-thirties and yet in Sirius' arms he still felt like a teenager, though truth be told they had both changed a lot. 

Sirius was now littered with tattoos, the most obvious of which were on his chest, Remus traced his finger along them as Sirius slept and admired his lover. As for Remus' changes, he now had more scars than he had previously, but he had grown into a respectable looking man, his recent exploits as a professor only made this more apparent with his tweed blazers, leather patches on the elbows and his closet of all beige. Sirius had cleaned himself up a little, trimmed his hair and beard, got some new and nicer clothes, but he still looked ragged. He always looked ragged, and Remus couldn't get enough of it. Eventually, Sirius opened his eyes to see his boyfriend gazing up at him lovingly, clearly lost in thought. 

"Good morning darling." Sirius spoke, his morning voice was gruff and gristly, and it drove Remus crazy. 

"Mm, morning my sweet" Remus replied, still idly tracing the tattoos on Sirius' chest. 

"What's on your mind?" Sirius asked, gently rubbing his boyfriends back.

"I'm just really glad to have you back." Remus admitted, nestling his face into Sirius, who didn't speak but instead leaned down and planted a handful of kisses on to the werewolf's head. His hair was different now, the sandy curls had flecks of grey in them and it was rougher than it had been before everything, but Sirius didn't care. 

Unfortunately, the day couldn't wait for them, and they eventually had to roll over and get up. Remus swung his legs over the side of the bed and Sirius immediately jumped to action, moving around before he could stand on his own and bringing him his cane, after the last full moon he'd needed some assistance to walk as he injured a tendon in his calf. Sirius helped him stand and placed the cane in his hand as he did so, Remus gave him a kind smile, though there was a flicker of embarrassment in his eyes as well. 

"God, we are so old." Remus laughed half-heartedly, but Sirius only smiled. 

"I always said I couldn't wait to grow old with you, and granted, we may have not been able to do much of the growing together... But there's no one I would rather be old with than you." Sirius replied, Remus felt his heart flutter, even after all these years Sirius still knew how to make him fall for him. 

"Well, you still look pretty good... Y'know for an old man that is." Remus teased, and Sirius winked at him the same way he used to all those years ago. 

"And you are just as beautiful as when I first laid eyes on you, in fact I dare say that age suits you. You've become a sexy professor type." Sirius smirked, and Remus felt his face heating up slightly. 

"Oh shush you." Remus rolled his eyes in response before latching himself on to his boyfriend tightly. Since Sirius' return, it was common for Remus to give him random bursts of affection, Sirius would be cooking, cleaning, simply sitting reading a book and Remus would leap on to him, holding him tightly or covering him in kisses. 

"I missed you so much." Remus mumbled into his boyfriends neck. 

"I promise, I'll never leave you again, Remus." 

It was a promise he couldn't keep.