He couldn't win.

No matter how hard he tried, he was always, always destined for failure.

It was damaging: every battle, every war inevitably ended with his defeat. What was the point of continuing to fight against fate? Why did he keep trying to change what was irrevocably written in stone, when he knew the effort was pointless?

"Ha, checkmate!" Remus grinned. "I win, loser!"

Sirius huffed, crossing his arms. "It's not fair - you're an idiot - "

"You're the idiot - "

"- and yet you win every time!" He threw his hands up, exasperated.

"Do you want to know why I win?" asked Remus. He inspected his nails (which Sirius had recently painted black - he was very proud of them), a smug look on his face.

Sirius rolled his eyes. "Tell me your secret, oh mighty one."

Suddenly, Remus grabbed the shorter boy's tie. Pulling him close, he watched the blush growing across Sirius' cheeks, a smirk playing on his full lips.

He always had that effect on Sirius, and it annoyed him to no end.

"I have a strong motivation," the tawny-haired boy whispered into the other's ear, his mouth gently teasing the soft skin of the earlobe. "I love seeing you get annoyed - you look fucking adorable."

"Oh." The word was more of a sigh than anything, and Sirius suddenly decided he didn't mind losing so much after all.

Especially if it meant there would be a... consolation prize of sorts afterwards.

And when Remus did that thing with his teeth that left his boyfriend gasping for breath, Sirius became certain of one thing:

He really couldn't win.

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A/N: so yeah, it's short but I'm kinda happy with it. send requests if you want me to write something for a ship you like.