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wellymuck Day 17.
Title-- Always in Fashion; The Modeling Career of Mr. Black.
Rating-- PG 13.
Word Count-- 900. (Cool number)
Inspired by-- wellymuck's lovely Day 17.

Summary-- Sirius is offered a modelling contract but... Remus, as always, was right.

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Always in Fashion; The Modeling Career of Mr. Black.

Yeah, you beside and bluer skies above me
Spring fashion week and don’t we both look lovely!

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There was a clang, a rather worrying crunching noise and Sirius Black, love of Remus’ little life and all round insane lunatic, jumped into the room and fell on top of him.

“Guess what!” Sirius laughed, obviously about to tell him anyway, Remus just sighed and shifted ever so slightly beneath him, accommodating for the way Sirius’ knee was poking into a very delicate place. “Oh, you guess too slow, Moony.” The disappointment in Sirius’ grinning face disappeared in one second flat. “I’m going to be a model.”

Remus stared at him in confusion, Sirius stared back at him like the manic, beautiful eighteen year old boy that he was. There was a pause, a look between them and Sirius took the few seconds to turn upright and wrap his arms around the boy beneath him.

“You’re…. going to be a model?” Remus asked, still looking completely lost.

“Yup.”

“And,” Remus shook his head to stop himself from grinning back. Encouragement had to be given out in small dozes. “And you decided this…”

“About twenty minutes ago,” Sirius rolled his eyes in an over dramatic way and let out a loud huff of air against Remus’ ear before promptly sucking the earlobe between his teeth. “Woman,” he mumbled around the skin. “She offered me a contract.”

“What woman?” Remus asked suspiciously. He wasn’t really sure if he was suspicious of Sirius knowing some woman or suspicious of the fact that this woman had just offered him a contract out of thin air. He decided not to analyse the point and wrapped his own arms around Sirius’ back.

“Some bloody blonde woman,” Sirius was getting steadily more annoyed that Remus wasn’t grinning as madly as he was and that there was no kind of dancing visible. The ice beneath them, got thinner. “I don’t know. Anyway, I always knew I could be a model, I’m fucking gorgeous so it was only a matter of time before someone…”

“Yes but,” Remus could feel the ice begin to crack in Sirius’ expression. This was not good. “But she just offered you a contract out of the blue?”

“Out of the Black!”

“No, Sirius, really,” Remus frowned a little. “It just sounds as though…”

“You don’t think I’m hot enough to be a model, Moony?” Sirius pouted so hard it was a wonder his lips didn’t get stuck that way. Mind you, Sirius’ lips were always slightly pouty, even when he was smiling; it drove the girls at Hogwarts a little round the bend. It drove Remus around the bend too, only in a much more literal way.

“Of course I bloody do, you fool,” Remus laughed hard and Sirius looked a bit more pleased with him, going back to kissing his neck. “Only,” Sirius’ lips stopped; a very bad sign. “Only perhaps you should just make sure this is all legitimate and stuff?”

“Moony,” Sirius frowned at him, sitting up in his lap and Remus had to remind himself that Sirius was mad at him and that kissing him would probably be a bad idea. He really was hot enough to be a model. “Moony, I don’t like all this scepticism.”

“I just… what if you get into all sorts of trouble,” the worried look in Remus’ eyes made Sirius soften immediately and wrap arms hard around his neck.

“You are such a cute little worrying git,” Sirius snickered and claimed Remus’ lips with his own so he couldn’t argue back. “You never let yourself try anything new, do you? You’ll see. Pessimism will ruin you one day.”

Two weeks later, Sirius went to the agency that had offered him a contract and found that, in reality, Remus had been right. What had seemed perfectly innocent actually turned out to be more like a pornography business and Sirius was asked to do quite a lot more than he’d originally thought. He managed to leave before anything happened however, even if the pill was rather hard to swallow at the time.

Remus knew though, he’d known from the beginning even if he had to let Sirius make his own mistakes. It was like training a puppy, you could only hit him on the nose with a newspaper so many times.

“Sorry, love,” Remus sighed gently, running fingers through the black hair of his boyfriend that spilled across his thigh. “You know…. You really are pretty enough to be a model.”

“I don’t know, Moony,” Sirius sighed, eyes closed as Remus shifted slightly. “I’m not so sure anymore.”

There was a click and a light went off, bright, a flash that left yellow behind the eyes. Sirius opened his eyes with a baffled look and noted the camera, framed by tawny hair, clasped within his boyfriend’s fingers.

“What are you…”

The camera went off again and Sirius was pretty sure he’d blinked but was laughing anyway.

“Pretty enough to be my model,” Remus lowered the camera, smiling sheepishly.

Sirius laughed loudly. “Would you like a nude model?”

He jumped up onto Remus’ legs on the bed and pinned him down, the camera falling to the floor with a slightly metallic thud.

“Dirty git,” Remus laughed, eyes wide and pretending to be shamed before he was kissed so hard he couldn’t remember what he was actually laughing about.