John

[mooningremus]

The full moon wasn't until the next night, but Remus was already feeling edgy. Mostly he wanted to eat a rare steak and go home and fuck Willy. Except Willy... hadn't been home, even though he'd told Remus he would be. And Remus had baked a pie in anticipation. He'd texted, asking when he'd be home. And he got a response, hours later: probably not home tonight. And then he'd thought... where he probably was... which was with someone else...

Remus left the pie on the counter, put on the new scarf and coat he'd gotten for Christmas, and walked down the street to the nearest bar.

He ordered a rare steak and ate it quickly, and then just sat at the bar sipping bottom shelf whiskey.

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[mooningremus]

"No, he was here at... my invitation..." And Remus' face went pink from his neck to his ears.

He pulled away from Willy, sure he'd be able to smell John on him. "Would you like some pie? It's still hot..."

[willysilver]

"At your...you had him," he said in stunned disbelief.

[mooningremus]

Though he was still a bit pink in the face, Remus' voice was rather flat when he said, "You seem surprised."

[willysilver]

"I am," he nodded. "Why him?"

Of all the possible people...why him?

[mooningremus]

"Why not him?" Remus said, and found himself... annoyed. "He's attractive, he was nice to me, and he wanted me."

[willysilver]

"He's a warlock," he said in disgust.

[mooningremus]

"And I'm a werewolf," Remus snapped.

[willysilver]

"Yeah, but you're not dangerous," Willy scoffed.

[mooningremus]

"And neither was he," said Remus. "He was, in fact, quite docile as he begged me to fuck him. Would you like some pie?"

[willysilver]

"Not really," he said, moving to the closet to find his fiddle.

[mooningremus]

A little bit of his defensiveness dissipated.

"Are you angry?" he asked.

[willysilver]

"Why would I be angry? Have your affairs," he replied. Despite the question it was clear he was, in fact, angry.

[mooningremus]

"You are," Remus accused. "You're angry. Or upset, at least. Is it just because it was him? Or does it actually bother you that I was with someone else at all?"

[willysilver]

"You can do what you like," Willy snapped. He didn't mean it, but he intended to mean it. It was ridiculous to expect loyalty...but he had. He had, and it stung that Remus didn't love him that much. Which part of him knew wasn't fair, but he was busy being hurt.

[mooningremus]

Remus looked slightly wounded.

He looked down. "Willy, I didn't think you wanted me all to yourself."

[willysilver]

To be honest, neither did Willy. But the damage was done.

"Remus, it's not important. Just...shut up."

[mooningremus]

Remus had been irritated, but now he was just hurt. And maybe a little sad, because... the truth was...

"Willy, all you have to do is say the word," he said quietly.

[willysilver]

Willy came out of the closet with his fiddle.

"What word?" he asked, visibly annoyed.

[mooningremus]

"Be mine?" Remus offered.

[willysilver]

"I don't want you," he snapped petulantly.

The lie immediately made his stomach turn.

[mooningremus]

Remus looked as if Willy had physically struck him.

He couldn't even speak, too shocked and hurt. But even more than that, it was like seeing his life crumble before his eyes.

[willysilver]

Willy regretted his words immediately, the look on Remus's face making him ache.

"Remus, I..." he started, then had no idea what to say.

[mooningremus]

Remus took a shaky breath. "You... you come home smelling of someone else so many time. And - and sheets in the bed we share... And you know how I feel about you, and I do this one thing and you..." He looked away.

[willysilver]

He should be glad. It was his opportunity to be rid of Remus. He could be free once again.

But did he want freedom? He was sure he did, but now...

"I have to go," he said. He needed time to think about this before he said something he'd regret even more.

[mooningremus]

"I should go, it's your home," Remus said quietly, as his heart broke.