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Samson

Title: Samson
Author: The Philosopher Fool
Rating: PG 13
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Summary: An ill-fated haircut during a blackout.

“Kiss me now.” Remus commanded. His mouth tasted like cheap wine and his hands immediately went into what remained of Sirius’ hair. “Your hair was always my undoing.”



          It was nearly nine when the lights went out. The song on the radio stopped abruptly and the clock on the oven stopped ticking. Sirius was in the middle of his first, and most highly resisted, haircut in over two years. “This is obviously an ill omen from the fates,” Sirius declared as hum of their electronics whirled to a hush. “We both took Divination, Remus, we should have known better. The Gods are cursing you.”

                “The Gods are going to punish us for cutting your hair, Sirius?”

                “Remus, I think I can hear you rolling your eyes…And not cursing us, cursing you! For cutting my hair! Now the whole city of London is doomed, you see.”  As if to prove his point the lights flickered once more and then they were plunged into complete darkness.

                 Sirius dangerously perched on the edge of the three legged stool in the center of the kitchen while Remus clumsily collected candles, fumbling to find the matches in the dark. Dark locks of Sirius’ hair lay in small curls and snarls on the linoleum.  The small silver scissors shone and winked in the moonlight, scissors put down hastily when the building lost power. “The Gods punished Samson when Delilah cut his hair, you know. Samson lost all his strength. Biblical curses! Blindness! Civilizations have collapsed over a haircut, Remus Lupin. Ill omens.”

                Remus quirked an eyebrow, “And how long have you been reading the Bible?”

                “You remember Muggle Studies, sixth year?”

                “Ah yes. Help me find some candles, please.”

                “Do you think the fuse blew again?” Sirius asked more logically, inspecting his dark reflection in the kitchen window, running his long fingers through the uneven and unfinished haircut.

                Remus placed a small tea light on the window sill and inspected the darkened landscape of London. “Looks like a blackout.” He flicked a match across the red pillar candle Lily had presented as a house warming gift. “Never thought we’d find a use this ugly thing.” He sniffed delicately. “I think that’s apple cinnamon….maybe apple pie.”

                “Are you a wizard or not?” Sirius questioned incredulously. “It’s a simple spell and we’ll have back the power. You were cutting hair…..my hair! We need the lights back if we are going to finish the job.”

                “I thought you were worried about omens,” Remus teased gently.

                “I look like shit, you need to finish this,” Sirius declared, taking up his wand.

                “No magic,” Remus said quickly. “It would draw too much attention. There is a massive blackout. It might be a little suspicious if we were the only ones for blocks that had any power.”

                “More magic….confusion spells….charms…we can do this. Hogwarts diplomas and all….”

                Remus shook his head. Sirius sighed in resignation, but not before pointing his wand at a white taper candle on the kitchen table, “Small fires. Small magic.”

                “Burn, burn you little arsonist,” Remus said under his breath. He carefully removed the dirty china from the sink, washing the porcelain cup and saucer, before filling it with cheap wine. The wine was poured from a tall glass milk jug, a feeble attempt to conceal its boxed origins. Both men knew its secret, purchased on sale at the corner market they had brought it home and stripped it of the sticky box and air-tight plastic bag.

                Sirius use to have a vineyard in Italy and a wine cellar that pre-dated the Black family’s tradition of incest. Now he was watching his boyfriend gulp down mouthfuls of pink wine in the darkness.  In a way, he was like Samson. He had lost his family, his Kingdom and a small fortune. He had lost his power and his will, all for his lover. And when the lights came back on, he would also lose his hair.

                “Kiss me now.”Remus commanded. His mouth tasted like cheap wine and his hands immediately went into what remained of Sirius’ hair. “Your hair was always my undoing.” Kissing in the dark, they made their way towards the couch guided by rays of candle lights and instinct.

                “You liked my hair?” Sirius asked incredulously. “You and Pete gave me shit for years! Calling me a girl and all… Buying me all sorts of stupid bows and ribbons … James use to get drunk and try to cut off my ponytail! And you encouraged this sort of behavior!”

                Remus placed a kiss on his partner’s collarbone. “It was a very sexy look,” Remus contemplated. “Long hair on men…always a very sexy look, indeed. Tuggable. You know?”

                “Mr. Lupin, I can’t think of a single occasion when you have pulled my hair.”

                A wicked smiled crept onto Remus’ face, “We shall have to see about that, Mr. Black…”

A/N: Always, always, always looking for new friends and more feedback. 
No beta reader so I'm very open to criticism....of the logic, grammar and spelling variety.
love you all :)

Comments

Oh, this was utterly delightful! I love that Sirius takes his hair so...well, seriously. *is ashamed for using the world's worst and most battered pun*

I also loved the banter between them. And just...many things. The biblical references. And this: “Your hair was always my undoing.” Somehow it felt right. And a very Remus thing to say. I can't quite explain it. Sorry. :)

Anyway, lovely job! :)
Haha glad you liked it.

Hair is a very serious matter!

thank you
This was wonderful, I loved it! Very nice interaction, and I love the comparisons drawn between Samson and Remus. Works very well. Thank you for sharing! :]

My only nitpick is that I think you've got an extra word in this sentence here:
As if to prove his point the lights flickered once more and then they were plunged them into complete darkness.

The ending was gorgeous, simple but still hot. ;D
thanks for the find! I fixed it! Always looking to correct those grammatical trolls....

Glad you liked the ending. I'm never sure where to stop!

Much love
Oh, this was so charming! My husband has long, brown hair way past his shoulders so I share in Remus' hair fettish!

I loved your description of the black-out and the banter between the two of them. Omens and the Old Testament, indeed! Darling!


This made me laugh: “Burn, burn you little arsonist,” Remus said under his breath.

And this is a fantastic sentence, but I think you meant "used": Sirius use to have a vineyard in Italy and a wine cellar that pre-dated the Black family’s tradition of incest.


I am become hopelessly weak at the knees when I see young men with long dark hair. I've dated men for no other reason then hair. You, me and Remus should start an appreciation group.

Thanks for the correction! I'll go back and fix it, asap. Always looking for grammatical errors/disasters...

thanks for the love!



I really loved this! Funny and sweet with just the right dusting of sexiness toward the end! Lovely job :)