THURSDAY BROUGHT THEIR second to last day together. Remus wanted to see more of what Vence had to offer, and Sirius was akin to making sure his new lover was having a good time. Though Wednesday had been full of kisses and innuendos – and at times a lot more than innuendos, there were questions remaining unanswered and an anxiety as to what exactly would happen when the men went their separate ways back in London. Would Remus ever see Sirius again? Was this even the man that Sirius really was?

He hated himself for even thinking that. Then again, there was always a chance that this was the Sirius Black that was a façade, and the real one was a monster. Remus hoped that wasn't the case. Foolishly, Remus hoped that come the time for them to leave ( they'd found out they would be riding the same airline home ), they would continue to see each other, and he could stubbornly admit to James that he'd been right and this holiday was exactly what he needed.

They drove around the coastal town, wind blowing in their hair as Sirius drove on his motorbike and Remus clung to his waist for dear life. The various smells of flowers were intoxicating, and the sea spray in the air left a light mist over the dark grey cliff-sides they passed. Though Remus wasn't typically fond of vehicles such like the one he was riding, he'd grown to find the purr of the engine soothing. A small part of him considered talking James into buying one when he returned home — oh, why did he have to return home?

Sirius slowed down as they made their way toward's the town's centre, which was bustling with life. Different from the market, this place had music flowing through shops and live bands, fountains sprayed crystal water, and the constant chatter of people talking. He parked the motorbike and waited for Remus to climb off slowly before climbing off himself, and then took the brown-haired man by surprise as he grabbed his hand and laced their fingers together.

"What do you say the two of us act like tourists? I've heard there's some museums you could check out, and maybe a cathedral or two..." His eyebrow was raised, grey eyes full of amusement as excitement spread over the younger man's features.

"Finally! We've been surrounded by all this history and we've neglected to acknowledge it." He cried, pulling Sirius along down a narrow cobblestone walkway.

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After an eventful day of strolling and touring around Vence, a very exhausted pair made their way back towards their beachside cottage. On the way, they passed a restaurant they'd eaten in on one of their first days in the beautiful town, and feeling nostalgic, Sirius pulled them inside. Once inside, the black-haired man recognized the familiar white-blonde hair of their previous waitress.

"Kathleen! Comment allez-vous?" The woman turned around and smiled upon recognizing Sirius.

"Ah, mon client préféré! Et dans des esprits beaucoup plus élevés." She smiled warmly, leading the men to the table they'd taken before. "Tu ne pouvais pas rester à l'écart?"

"Non." Sirius claimed, drumming his fingers on the red and white checkered table. Remus cleared his throat, finding himself unreasonably jealous by all of the French-talking, and Kathleen blushed.

"I am so sorry," she claimed, setting menus down in front of both of the men. "I forgot you do not speak French. I will leave you to look at the menu."

When Kathleen walked away, Sirius eyed Remus knowingly. "I'll teach you French sometime, Rem. Assuming we ever come back to this place."

The green-eyed man's mouth dropped in surprise. "You- we... what?"

Sirius chuckled and then reached across the table for the brown-haired man's hand. His expression turned serious: his eyes darker. "Remus, don't tell me you haven't been agonizing over what happens next with us. And yes, I would love for there to be an 'us,' if you'd like that too?"

"I-" the man was dumbfounded. "Yes, of course. This past week has been one of the best times of my life!"

"We've got less than forty-eight hours together left here in this haven away from our lives, and I would hate for us to go our separate ways upon returning to London. I want you in my life..." Sirius paused, stopping himself from saying something that would conclude their relationship to be moving much too fast. "I don't want to be strangers who tip their hats in the streets and continue on their ways. It's the complete opposite of what I want. I want to take you to all my favorite places around London, I want-"

Kathleen returned with a small notepad, clicking her pen to catch their attention. "Are we ready to order?"

Sirius eyed her for a moment with sadness: the moment dissipating. "Vegetarian pizza like before, and one with meat for me." She scribbled the order down and scurried away. He realized he was still holding Remus' hand, and moved to let it go.

At the speed of light, Remus' other hand closed over their intertwined fingers. "I want all of those things you just said, Sirius." His eyes sparkled with honesty. "Everything."

The older of the two blew a breath. "Wow, if I would've known a week ago that I would be meeting the man of- a literal angel, I would've been less of a grouch from the start. I'm so sorry for the way I treated you those first few days."

"It's fine, Sirius," Remus was running his thumb over the man's knuckles. "We were strangers. Men forced into a situation together with no idea as to who the other was. And I can promise you I'm not an angel, so don't feel like you have to change yourself to fit my standards. I may lead a mostly boring life, but I've done things that no angel would ever do — except for Lucifer, perhaps."

Sirius' grey eyes lightened with intrigue. "And what exactly are these 'things' you've done, Mr Lupin?"

"Oh god," Remus laughed. Kathleen returned with their pizzas and went away again soon after, Sirius muttering a 'merci' her way. "If I were to tell you these things, we'd be here all night."

"Well," The black-haired man said, eyeing their hands with butterflies in his stomach. "I'd stay here all night then."

A look in Remus' eyes changed Sirius' mind before even the next words came out. "And why would you want to stay here when there's other things we could be doing?"

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Sirius Black had never driven so fast in his life. Upon the discovery he'd made about Remus' "bad side" at dinner, the man had found himself painfully hard and the brown-haired man's close proximity on the bike was doing nothing to help his cause. He pulled the vehicle near the cottage and all but dragged Remus towards the building, shoving him against the door roughly – though he was shorter than the dominant man of their situation – and began pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses everywhere he could reach on the man's body.

Remus twisted the doorknob and they stumbled into the living room, Sirius kicking the door closed as they advanced towards the couch and the black-haired man ripped his lover's clothes from his body savagely. They were down to nothing but boxers, and Sirius was straddling the taller man and rocking their hips together as they kissed. Remus grabbed Sirius' waist, shifting him so their clothes erections rubbed together in a satisfactory motion, and the older man moaned loudly in response.

Neither of them had gone any further with each other than slipping hands within waistbands or sucking each other off, and neither seemed too akin to rush too many things at once. So they continued to touch and writhe as if they were seventeen again, Sirius crying out with need as Remus ran his hands along his chest and through his hair, tendering his skin with a talented tongue and words filthier than even the most experienced harlot.

When they released together, Sirius collapsed against the taller man, legs spread wide over Remus' thighs as he came down from an intense high. He breathed hot air over the brown-haired man's shoulder, whimpering like a wounded puppy. Remus, the ever-caring of the two of them, rubbed his back in slow circles and kissed his sweaty hair softly. When the aforementioned was relaxed enough, the taller man moved to secure Sirius' legs around his waist and carried him into the bathroom, cleaning up the messes they'd made within their pants and stripping them both into the nude. He took idle care in cleaning the black-haired man's sensitive parts and took his hand lovingly, leading him to his bedroom.

Remus was used to getting off and then getting on with the rest of his life again; he was one of those people who set a specific time for himself in the morning for a wank in the shower before work. Sirius on the other hand, was the kind of person who wanted to go to sleep after having a release, as well as wanting to be ridiculously pampered. When he'd claimed to have been with multiple guys – thanks to his job in a gay bar – Remus had a hard time imagining the impatience the man's lovers experienced after their time was up. Actually, Remus hated even thinking about the man's former lovers. Nobody could've ever possibly taken care of him such like he had: so in tune to his needs.

He was getting ready to leave Sirius' room when suddenly the man cried out again. "Please, Remus, stay."

And the brown-haired man, who'd grown particularly soft-hearted for the older man, exhaled and climbed under the sheets with him, allowing Sirius to curl up close to him and fall asleep as his own thoughts raced round and around in his head. The following morning would mark their last day together, and Remus wanted it to be spectacular.