You're Pads!

Remus and Sirius were with Lyall, relaxing on the couch. They were all just talking about nonsense and how school was going. Lyall started to ask Remus about his relationship with Sirius and how Sirius treated him. Sirius noticed and played a sly smirk on his face, he spoke up, trying to impress Lyall: "I treat Remus with nothing by respect, sir." "Not true. Dad, he uses me for sexual favors!" Remus teased; he looked over at Sirius who had a horrified expression on his face. "He makes me do his laundry and cook for him!" "You're a cook! You for everybody!" Sirius says, seeming a little worried as to why Remus was doing this. "He won't let me break up with him!" "That was you! Sir, I promise that I'm not. . ." Sirius muttered, tearing up a little. Lyall was dying of laughter and Remus was laughing and smirking at Sirius. Finally, Sirius realized that Remus was just messing with him. "That wasn't funny. . .huff Why are you the way you are. . . ?" Sirius grumbled and looked away from the two. Remus put on a fake pout and looked at Lyall. "You see how he talks to me, Dad?" Lyall snickered and put on a poker face. "Despicable." Lyall said, trying to hold back laughter. Remus smiled and chuckled until he looked over at Sirius, who was crying a little. "L-love. . . ? Pads. . I-I was just teasing. . . 'm sorry, baby. . ." Remus said softly, pulling the crying Sirius onto his lap and whispering sweet little nothings into his ear.