Nothing but Red

Remus knew what he was doing. Sirius glared at the couple across the room as he took another sip from his drink.

This happened often with Sirius, though he could usually keep it under control. He knew he tended to get jealous, but with how woefully daft his boyfriend was when it came to admirers, it was a given. But this time, oh, this time, Remus knew what he was doing.

It started earlier that afternoon. A girl had walked up to Sirius and had started flirting with him. Remus was right there and no amount of glaring from him could make this girl back down.

Sirius liked the attention, of course, so he flirted back. Just a little, before shooting her down. Remus stood there, fuming, until Sirius nudged him and told him there was nothing to worry about.

Sirius stalked around the edge of the party, for a Quidditch game won, waving off whoever tried to speak to him.

Remus had not talked to him in more than three words since then. Sirius knew, though Remus was not like this with most, he wanted Sirius' full attention and was trying to get it. Sirius was angry that Remus thought he didn't have his attention and decided to show him what it was like not to have his attention.

And so it started.

Remus had gotten to the party and gotten himself a drink, barely speaking to Sirius. Then, some slag started trying to chat him up. Now, usually, it was entertaining for Sirius to watch his boyfriend realize what was going on and awkwardly try to let the girl down gently.

This time, he saw what she was trying to do. So, he shot Sirius a 'come and get me' grin and flirted right back, touching her arm and getting her some drinks. Sirius knew Remus saw his gaze go dark and his hand clench around his drink. Sirius could see nothing but red. And Remus knew it.

Sirius was edging his way over, deliberately going slowly so that maybe Remus stood a chance when he got to them. (Not at all because he wanted to sound unaffected by all of this)

Remus edged away a little more slowly, taking the girl, he believed he heard the name Evelyn, with him. Sirius watched Remus' intake, making sure he couldn't feasibly get away with saying he was drunk.

Sirius smirked. Remus was telling a story, and he wasn't watching Sirius.

Sirius slid up behind Remus and laid a hand on his lower back, completely disregarding Evelyn in front of him. He laid his head on Remus' shoulder, bending down to do so.

"And so James was standing there, arse naked—"

"Hey, Moony."

Remus closed his eyes and breathed through his nose. He'd been doing so good, too, with their little game.

"Just a second, Evelyn." Remus turned to Sirius and raised an eyebrow. "Something you need, Pads?"

Sirius smirked. He was going to enjoy peeling that careless attitude away from Remus, piece by piece, tonight. Remus would be nothing but a begging and shuddering mess when Sirius was done. He lowered his voice, enough that not even Evelyn, who was standing close, could hear. "In ten minutes you're going to be up in the dorms, waiting for me, on my bed. You're going to be naked and the curtains are going to be open, stay on top of the blankets. Take it or I'll leave you to Evelyn."

There was a pause.

Remus nodded and pressed himself back into Sirius, enough that Evelyn left. "You want to act like a slag? I'm going to treat you like one. If you're not hard when I come up, you'll be punished."

Remus nodded again. "What was that?"

"Yes, sir."

Sirius nodded. "Good. You have eight minutes left."