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The club was so full you could barely walk. The spaces between one person and another were impossible to see. But somehow people managed and they were dancing as if there was no tomorrow, moving their hips and arms to the beat of the music. The room was dark but with flashing lights. Bloody flashing lights. Remus's head was already spinning, so the lights were only making it worse. He was so drunk, like really drunk. He had started the night with a double shot of tequila and then he just kept drinking until he had lost the count.
He was now sitting on a couch, his elbows on his knees and his head on his hands. “Just breathe”, he thought. In and out. He had never thrown up, it was something that he was never able to, but he could feel his stomach moving and turning upside down as if he was going to.
This night was about him and him only. He was having a really bad day, although he couldn't remember exactly what was making his day feel like shit, thanks to the tequila, but still he could feel that something was not right. Anyway, he stood up and walked to the bar to order another shot. When he finally made his way and was able to talk to the bartender and waited for his order he spotted someone. On the other side of the room there was this man, the definition of beauty. His hair was black like the night and was long. He was wearing a burgundy shirt with the sleeves rolled.
“Your tequila”. The bartender said, pushing the caballito towards Remus and bringing him back to Earth.
“Thanks”. Remus passed him the money and took the shot right away. He could feel the liquid going down his throat and reaching his stomach (or so he thought). It burned like hell, like if needles were scratching his inside, but it also felt so good. That's why he had always loved tequila. Because the pain made him feel alive. He swallowed and turned around to appreciate the sexy man. To his surprise (and almost fright) the sexy man was standing next to him to order for himself. Remus couldn't find words or even thoughts. He just froze. When the sexy man finished his order, which Remus was unable to listen to because he was more focused on the man who was ordering than the drink itself, he returned to the dance floor.
Remus followed him with his gaze, and suddenly the man made eye contact with him. Remus froze again, unsure what to do next.
The eye contact could’ve lasted 1 second or an hour, Remus was indifferent. It was just like if the people in the club disappeared and the music was now sounding muffled, like if they were trapped inside a bubble. The man kept dancing looking right through Remus’s soul and then smiled at him. Remus didn't understand how, but he smiled back.
They were interrupted by a woman who decided to stand right in front of Remus. Remus moved as fast as he could to find the stranger again, but when he finally moved, the man was no longer visible.
“Fuck”. He said out loud.
“Are you alright?”. Remus almost shouted because the sexy man was standing next to him and he scared the hell out of him.
“Jesus Christ, you scared the hell out of me”. Remus managed to say while he placed his arm on his chest.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to. Sirius”. The sexy man extended his hand.
“What?”. Remus asked confused. He was still drunk.
“My name is Sirius. Sirius Black”. He took a sip of his drink which Remus couldn’t care less. Who would have guessed? The sexy man had a sexy name.
“Remus Lupin”. Remus answered while Sirius was checking him out. God, he was too drunk for this. He should have thought it better before having those last.. who knows how many shots. But of course, his plan wasn’t to get laid, just waisted. He regretted that so much.
“Wanna dance?” Sirius asked him, taking Remus out of his existential crisis.
“Sure”. Remus followed him.
“S&M” by Rihanna was sounding through the speakers. Everyone was shouting their lungs out:
'Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it
Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But chains and whips excite me
Remus was a little taller than Sirius, so he took his chance and took Sirius by the waist. Something that took Sirius by surprise but he recovered in a matter of seconds and placed his arms around Remus’s neck. He started to get closer to Remus and their legs started to touch. Sirius kept making eye contact while singing to the song, which only made Remus crazy. He wasn’t really sure, but it seemed like the alcohol was kinda leaving his body. It was a weird feeling. Remus smiled at him and pulled him really close. Sirius stopped singing but his face was practically touching Remus’s.
They weren’t kissing but it felt like it. Remus really hoped the song was some kind of a remix so it would last longer. He licked his lips and Sirius did the same.
“Wanna..?” Sirius nodded to the bathroom.
“Yeah”. Remus’s heart was beating really fast. God, he needed a shot of tequila.
They went through the crowd and went inside of the bathroom, thankfully they both were men, so no one noticed anything. When they got inside, they went straight to a bathroom cubicle. The bathroom was filled with graffiti of all kinds. The moment they were inside Remus pushed Sirius to the wall and grabbed him by the neck while Sirius kept his hand on Remus’s back, one of his hands started to go lower. They were moaning inside the other one’s mouth.The kisses were aggressive but in a good way. Sirius knew what he was doing. Suddenly their tongues began to touch and the action began. Remus felt like the world could end right there right then.
******
More things happened that night. Remus sometimes thought all of it had been a dream. But it hadn’t. Remus met his soulmate that very night. The night he thought living was no longer worth it. Sirius probably would never know, but that night he had saved Remus’s life.
Now, they were in a “Arctic Monkeys” concert. Alex Turner was looking good, as always. And suddenly a familiar beat started playing. Sirius took Remus’s cigarette out of his hand and took one last drag. Then, he threw it to the floor and stepped on it.
Secrets I have held in my heart
Are harder to hide than I thought
Maybe I just wanna be yours
I wanna be yours
They were making eye contact like the night they met and they were both singing, holding hands. Never wanting to let got ever.
I wanna be yours
Wanna be yours
Wanna be yours
Wanna be yours
And in that moment there was no one else but them.