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  Relationship:
      Sirius_Black/Remus_Lupin
  Character:
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      Potter, Severus_Snape, Original_Female_Character(s), Original_Animal
      Character(s), Minerva_McGonagall
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      Published: 2016-10-04 Updated: 2018-02-24 Chapters: 8/11 Words: 10946
****** Figure You Out ******
by hopingforaword
Summary
     Remus Lupin knew he didn’t fit in. It didn’t matter that he’d been at
     Hogwarts for three years and that his friends knew about his
     condition. It didn’t matter that James and Sirius had sent him
     letters all summer about how their Animagi experiment was going. None
     of that mattered, and none of it would matter, because his friends
     would figure him out.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Leanne Burke *****
Remus Lupin knew he didn’t fit in. It didn’t matter that he’d been at Hogwarts
for four years and that his friends knew about his condition. It didn’t matter
that James and Sirius had sent him letters all summer. None of that mattered,
and none of it would matter, because his friends would figure him out.
The four friends had only managed to find time to hang out over the summer
once. Remus, James, and Peter had all turned fifteen, and Sirius would
be sixteen in November. They had started talking about Quidditch and classes
and whether or not Filch had finally retired, but James steered the
conversation in an all-too-familiar direction.
“Speaking of Potions,” James said, casually picking at the grass in his
backyard, and the three other boys groaned.
“She doesn’t want to go out with you James,” Remus said, falling back onto the
grass and looking up at the sky.
“Moony’s right,” Sirius said, and James’s frown deepened. “Lily Evans is going
to marry Severus Snape and they’re going to live happily ever after. Stop
obsessing James. It’s not like there aren’t other girls.”
“Like who?” James said, clearly unconvinced that anyone could live up to the
great Lily Evans.
Sirius shrugged. “Angelica Greengrass, Stephanie Abbott, Megan Macmillan,
Sophie Crouch, Leanne Burke–”
“Okay when I asked I didn’t want you to list every girl whose name you know
Sirius,” James laughed, punching Sirius playfully. Something in Remus’s stomach
tightened, but he chose to ignore it. “Leanne Burke? Really?”
Sirius raised an eyebrow and smirked. “I have it on good authority that she’s a
good kisser.”
James raised an eyebrow back. “Really? She’s one of those pureblood
supremacists.” Sirius laughed and Remus and Peter exchanged a look of
confusion.
“You don’t have to agree with someone’s politics to snog them James.” The
bottom of Remus’s stomach dropped out as he sat bolt upright. Sirius and
Leanne. His head felt like it was exploding.
“You snogged Leanne Burke?” Remus sounded shocked.
Sirius and James both looked at him with their eyebrows raised. “It’s just
snogging Remus. Calm down,” Sirius said.
“Yeah,” James laughed, “It’s not like you’ve never snogged anyone.”
Remus looked away, glancing at his watch. “I have to go.” He stood up and
walked towards James’s house.
“Are you alright Remus?” Sirius asked, getting to his feet.
“Fine, I’m fine! I just have to help my dad with some stuff around the house.
Bye.” Remus disappeared into the house and stepped into the fireplace.
When he stepped out of the fireplace in his living room, Remus ran up to his
bedroom and collapsed on his mattress, crying.
 
That had been almost a month ago. It was the beginning of their fifth year, and
the four friends had piled into a compartment on the Hogwarts Express, laughing
and joking as the train pulled out of the station.
“So,” James said, “You never did finish telling us the Leanne Burke story
Sirius.”
Sirius looked at Remus out of the corner of his eye. The paler boy was sitting
rod straight, staring at a point just over James’s shoulder. Sirius was tempted
to put his arms around Remus and make him relax, but he didn’t think his friend
would like that just then. So instead Sirius shrugged and said, “There isn’t
really a story. She and some of her friends were hanging out with my brother,
she came up to my room looking for a bathroom and,” he shrugged, “it just…
happened.”
James laughed. “Wished Evans would just wander into my room.”
Peter looked at James, eyes wide. “Did you see her haircut?”
James’s eyes widened. “No! When did you see her hair?”
“She was on the platform near me and I saw–”
James stood abruptly. “Let’s go Peter.” He opened the door of the compartment
and stepped into the corridor while Peter scrambled to his feet.
“Where are we going?”
“To find Evans so I can assess her new hair. You two coming?”
Sirius laughed. “No, mate, because I’m guessing we’ll get a full description
from you anyway.”
James rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Remus?” Remus shook his head, and James let
the door to the compartment shut before rushing off with Peter.
Sirius turned to face Remus. “Re, are you okay?”
Remus nodded.
“What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” Remus said with a forced smile. “Are you going to meet up with
Leanne again?”
“I don’t think so. I’m not really interested in her.” He laughed and ran his
fingers through his hair, and Remus wanted desperately for his fingers to
replace Sirius’s. “I’d be surprised if she was interested in me anyway.”
“I wouldn’t,” Remus blurted out. Turning bright red and looking out the window
he muttered, “I mean, all the girls say that you’re really attractive so even
if she didn’t like you maybe she… I don’t know, wants whatever it is girls
want.”
Sirius raised an eyebrow. “Whatever it is girls want?” Remus nodded and Sirius
thought. “Remus, you got all jumpy this summer when James said something about
you snogging people, right?” Remus nodded, his skin flushing brighter. “Have
you?”
Remus squeaked, “No.”
Sirius laughed before he caught sight of the horrified expression on Remus’s
face. “No, it’s not you Remus, it’s just… Is that why you’ve been all weird?
Peter hasn’t snogged anyone either. Besides,” he playfully punched Remus’s
shoulder. “It’s not like anyone’s good enough for you anyway.”
Remus smiled, but Sirius’s words reverberated in his skull through the entire
train ride and the sorting and the feast and even as he made his way up the
stairs to his dorm and collapsed on his bed. He tried, really tried, not to
think about his best friend and his stupid handsome smile and his stupid
beautiful body and how his best friend was interested in girls, not skinny pale
werewolf boys. He really tried.
He went to sleep wondering if he’d ever be truly happy around his friends
again.
***** Animagi *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The following two weeks were normal. James and Sirius would tease Peter during
class and had already served a detention each. Remus was working hard in all
his classes, hoping for perfect scores on his OWLs. Sirius and James laughed,
knowing that Remus was definitely going to get all Outstandings. They teased
him about working too hard, but Remus shrugged it off.
The second Saturday of term James didn't have Quidditch practice, so he and
Sirius convinced Remus to go for a walk around the grounds with them and Peter.
Remus had been more reclusive lately (James kept trying to make lone wolf jokes
that just made Remus stare him down) and his friends were worried about him.
Remus wondered if Sirius had told James what he'd admitted on the Hogwarts
Express, and he wondered what his friends would say if they knew exactly who
Remus was interested in snogging. He was too worried about both things to relax
around his friends, but they refused to let up about the walk. So Remus
begrudgingly agreed to walk around the grounds with them.
When they reached the Quidditch pitch Sirius looked around. None of the teams
were practicing and no one was messing around in the air. He smiled at James,
who smirked back. Remus looked warily between the two of them. Anything that
made James smirk like that was sure to get them in trouble. “What’s going on?”
“Don't worry Moons, we just have something to show you.” James nodded at
Sirius, who looked deep in thought until he no longer looked like Sirius at
all. In Sirius’s place was a large black dog. A minute later, Sirius had
returned. Remus looked over at James to ask what the hell was going on, but
where James had stood was a young male deer, antlers just coming in. He glanced
at Peter to see if maybe he was just going mad, but where Peter had once stood
a little gray rat sat in the grass.
“What the hell?” Remus looked back at Sirius and James, who were thankfully
human again and smirking.
“It's your start of term present. We worked all last term and all summer on
it,” James explained. Remus still looked thoroughly nonplussed.
“Now we can hang out with you during the full moon mate,” Sirius said, and
James nodded.  
“Yeah,” Peter squeaked. “I can stop the tree long enough for Sirius and James
to sneak in the tunnel, and they're large enough that they can keep you in
check.”
“Yeah. Now can we go back to the castle? I'm starving.” James turned and
started walking towards the school, Peter following immediately behind. Sirius
turned to leave, but Remus grabbed his shoulder.
“This was your idea, wasn't it? It's got that Sirius blend of mischief and
caring.”
Sirius blushed, something Remus had never seen before. “James is mischievous
too.”
“But he doesn't care like you do.”
Sirius half-smiled. Remus didn't know quite how much Sirius cared. “Just keep
this in mind at my birthday Moony.” He clapped him on the back and led him up
to the castle.
 
Life had seemed to settle back to normal. Whatever had been bothering Remus at
the start of term had seemed to lift a little off his shoulders. He joined in
on teasing James and Peter whenever they did something exceptionally dumb.
It was just after lunch one Sunday, and the three friends were sitting around
the lake, enjoying the end of September as real work started to set in and
summer rapidly vanished. James turned to Sirius, a glint in his eye that only
boded danger. “So, you know what happens in two months?”
Sirius groaned. “James, it’s just my birth–”
James leapt to his feet and looked as though he was going to fly away. “IT’S
YOUR BIRTHDAY! YOU’RE GOING TO BE SIXTEEN!”
Sirius, Remus, and Peter exchanged the same look they always did when James got
overzealous about something of little consequence. “James, I have a birthday
every year.”
“Yeah, but you only turn sixteen once,” James whined.
“You only turn any age once,” Peter pointed out.
“My point exactly!”
“James, I don’t even want anything. Well, there’s one thing…”
James grabbed Sirius’s shoulders. “What is it? Tell me!” Sirius flushed and
shook his head. “Sirius! You. Have. To. Tell. Me.” He punctuated each word by
shaking Sirius, but Sirius just shook his head defiantly. Realization grew in
James’s eyes. “It’s a girl.”
Out of the corner of his eyes, Sirius saw Remus deflate and tried to steer the
conversation away from this touchy subject. Clearly, something about girls and
Sirius made Remus uncomfortable, and Sirius wanted his best friend to be happy.
“It’s not a girl, but that doesn’t matter. What are we doing for Halloween?”
Remus seemed to shrink even more and Sirius wanted to slap himself.
This time, James had noticed too. “What’s wrong Remus?”
He sighed. “There’s only one thing I’ll be doing this Halloween.”
Looking confused, Peter squeaked, “What do you mean?”
James and Sirius looked at Remus, silently asking permission. Remus nodded, and
the other two boy started howling in a disturbingly good imitation of real
wolves. Peter frowned, having figured it out but knowing that asking James and
Sirius to stop would just encourage them. Remus smiled before he said,
“Alright, knock it off!” Both boys fell quiet. “So, if we can’t do something
Halloween, what about the night before?”
“Yeah,” Sirius said, “It’s not like the Firewhiskey won’t taste the same on the
30th.”
Peter and Remus spluttered. “Firewhiskey?”
James grinned. “I brought some from home. Thought it would be a good way to
start this year. We’re fifteen after all.”
Remus rolled his eyes. “You say fifteen the way most people say seventeen.”
“So you’ll be joining us Remus?” Sirius asked.
Remus shrugged. “Better than Veritaserum. It’s also a pretty good taste.” The
other three gaped at him. “What?”
“You, goody-two-shoes Remus ‘I only break the rules for you guys’ Lupin, have
had Firewhiskey?” James asked.
Remus looked from one shocked face to another and shrugged. “Makes me feel
better. Soothes the pain after particularly bad nights.”
James shook his head in disbelief. “Remus is drinking Firewhiskey, Sirius is
kissing girls,” Remus and Sirius both squirmed a little when James said that,
“You and me gotta find something to do Peter.”
Peter started at being addressed directly before he said, “We could change
spell all the Slytherin goblets so they fill with Jell-O instead of drinks.”
James clapped Peter on the back. “And who said Peter never has good ideas?”
Before anyone could respond, he plowed on, “So Firewhiskey and Never Have I
Ever? Or Truth or Dare?”
“Truth or Dare,” Remus and Sirius said in unison. They both knew Never Have I
Ever would consist of James saying random sex things none of them had done,
Peter blushing, and Sirius eventually just taking shots whenever James said
something particularly stupid.
“Moony?” James said, “Do you want us to try hanging out with you this full
moon?”
Remus considered before he nodded. “Yeah. Yeah I’d like that.”
“Great!” James clapped, standing up and brushing himself off. “It’s going to be
a good year gentlemen.” He turned and walked off towards the castle, the other
three following closely behind him. 
Chapter End Notes
     I promise you that the next chapter will contain Boys Talking About
     Feelings™. I cannot, however, guarantee when this chapter will be
     published. But it will be as soon as I am confident in it
***** Truth *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
October passed as calmly as it ever did for James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus
Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. James, Sirius, and Peter served between three and
twelve detentions each, and Remus went through his first full moon of the
school year. Usually the day after a full moon Remus would stay up in their
dorms and have his work brought to him, but this year he came down to breakfast
the next day and sat next to Sirius, leaning his head on Sirius’s shoulder. If
any of them thought Remus’s behavior was strange, no one said anything.
October had been a little tense. Sirius and Remus had both been treading
lightly, wary of making each other upset. Remus spent a little more time
studying alone and Sirius didn’t feel up for going into Hogsmeade on the first
weekend they were allowed. On both occasions, James had looked at Peter and
shrugged. He privately hoped that they weren’t growing apart. How awkward it
would be for him to be best friends with two people who weren’t friends with
each other.
October 30th was the first Quidditch game of the year, Gryffindor against
Ravenclaw. Thanks to the graduation of the Ravenclaw Keeper and their inability
to find a truly suitable replacement, Gryffindor beat Ravenclaw 270 to 40. The
celebratory party had listed until nine, at which point the older kids had gone
off to their dorms to celebrate alone, and the prefects had told the younger
kids to go up to their rooms. Remus, Sirius, James, and Peter were left sitting
in the common room. James stood up and winked, before running the stairs up to
their room. His footsteps returned a few seconds later, and when he came into
sight Remus saw that he was clutching a bottle of Firewhiskey and four shot
glasses. James sat down on the floor and Remus moved off the couch so he was
sitting in the circle on the floor. James poured a shot for each of them.
“Drink up boys.”
Remus looked at Sirius, who nodded, and threw his shot down his throat. The
burning was familiar and Sirius smiled at him, but one look at James and Peter
had them burst into laughter.
James and Peter had clearly never had Firewhiskey. Peter was holding his throat
as if afraid it would fall off if he let go, and James was coughing violently.
“Well, that’s not as great as I thought it would be,” James spluttered.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Prongs,” Sirius laughed.
“Yeah,” Remus said, always ready to make fun of James, “I feel great.”
James shot them a look. “Shut up. Anyway, if you’re feeling so great, why don’t
you go first Moony?”
“Fine,” Remus shot back. “Peter.” The boy in question started, as if he
expected his friends had forgotten about his presence. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” Peter squeaked.
“If you had to have sex with one of the heads of house, who would it be?”
Peter shuddered. Professor Sprout, Professor McGonagall, Professor Slughorn, or
Professor Flitwick. Sirius laughed at Peter’s thinking face.
“I would think it’s an easy choice for Peter.”
James laughed. “Yeah, who would you pick?”
“You’ll just have to ask me, won’t you Jamie?”
“Bullshit, you always pick dare.”
Sirius flashed a grin. “Predictable as always.”
“Peter! Answer.”
“Fine!” Peter was flushing and looked down at his lap. “Sprout.” The other
three nodded. They hadn’t expected any other answer from him. “Uh, Sirius.”
“Dare, my good man,” he said, ruffling his hair. James rolled his eyes.
“Turn into Padfoot and lick James.”
Sirius smirked wildly before he turned into the big black dog and licked
James’s face. Remus turned away. He knew it was just a stupid dare and Sirius
wasn’t even in his human form, but it still hurt. He blinked and turned around,
and his stupidly gorgeous best friend was sitting next to him again. James was
making a show of wiping dog slobber off his face, but Sirius was watching
Remus.
“Truth or dare little wolf?”
Remus swallowed. “Dare.”
Sirius cocked his head and looked at Remus and said, “Kiss me.”
Somewhere behind them, Peter spluttered. “But–you’re both boys! And–”
“Who cares? It’s just a dare,” James said, “Right Remus?”
Remus took a deep breath, steadying himself. “Right,” he said, before he leaned
forward to reach Sirius. Sirius leaned forward to and their lips brushed. Remus
held his lips against Sirius’s for a few seconds before pulling his head back.
He looked away from Sirius, determined not to look at his irritatingly
attractive friend.
“Boo!” James called through cupped hands. When Sirius and Remus both looked
confused, James said, “Come off it, that was barely a kiss. I’ve had arguments
with McGonagall that were more passionate than that. Again boys.”
Remus looked at him like he had two heads. “Again?”
James stared defiantly back at him. “Yes. And if you don’t want to do it a
third time, I’d recommend you make this one better.”
Remus shot a glance at Sirius, who looked completely fine with this turn of
events. Some unbidden part of his head whispered You’ll never get to do this
again anyway. Might as well. Remus shrugged and leaned forward, tangling his
fingers into Sirius’s hair and pushing his mouth open. Sirius slowly pushed his
tongue into Remus’s mouth and Remus barely contained a moan. Remus’s fingers
started to slip down Sirius’s head, but he released Sirius quickly when he felt
his heartbeat speeding up.
James wolf-whistled. “Nice.” He looked over at Peter, who had fallen asleep
between his protestations and the second kiss. “I’ll take Peter up. You guys
coming?”
Remus shook his head. “Just want to get a little more work done. Full moon
tomorrow and all.”
James nodded and gestured to Sirius. Sirius nodded and stood up, reaching the
bottom of the stairs when James sounded like he was nearing their dormitory
door. He put one foot on a step before turning around to face Remus.
“Are you okay Remus?”
Remus nodded. “I’m fine. Just working, I said. Go get some sleep Padfoot.”
Never having been good with taking orders, Sirius stepped closer to Remus.
“Look, just tell me what you’re thinking. You’ve been so stressed this year and
I’m worried about you.”
“Worried about me?” Remus slammed his book shut. “That’s rich from the boy
who’s been emotionally manipulating me all year.”
“Emotionally manipulating you?”
“Are you clueless or are you an asshole? You’ve been making me admit I’ve never
kissed anyone and then making me kiss you and spending any free second talking
about how great it was to hook up with Leanne Burke!”
Sirius had remained calm until then. “How many times do I have to tell you
Remus? I don’t give a shit about Leanne Burke. She literally just came up to my
room and started snogging me. What did I do wrong?”
“It wasn’t me.” Remus’s voice cracked on the last word, and only then did
Sirius notice how watery his eyes looked.
“What?”
“Nothing, nothing.” Remus turned to gather his books up. “Let’s just pretend–”
Sirius put a hand on his arm and spun him around. He smiled before leaning in
to kiss him. Remus, clearly shocked, let him for a minute before he pushed back
hard.
“This is what I’m talking about! You can’t just snog me every time I feel like
shit Sirius. You don’t get to just tease me like this.”
“Who said I’m teasing?” Sirius said softly.
Remus looked at him blankly. “What?”
“I dared you to kiss me because I thought it would be the only way I would ever
get to, not because I was trying to mess with your head.” He took a step
closer. “I really like you Remus. Like, a crazy amount. So much it scares me.”
Sirius shook his head. “If I thought I even had a chance, I wouldn’t have asked
you to kiss me.”
Remus looked up at him, a funny look in his eyes. “Why don’t you ask me?”
Sirius took a deep breath. “Remus–”
Remus jumped at him, lips colliding messily as he pulled Sirius close to him.
Sirius kissed back hard, pushing his tongue into Remus’s mouth and wrapping his
arms tight around Remus’s waist. Remus pulled back and set his forehead against
Sirius. “I don’t want to tell anyone. Not yet, maybe not ever.”
Sirius nodded. “As long as we keep doing this, that’s fine with me.”
“Bedtime?” Remus yawned. Sirius nodded and with a flourish picked Remus up in a
bridal carry. “Oooh, my own personal knight in shining armor.”
Sirius laughed. “I don’t know about shining armor.” He walked up the stairs and
reached the fifth year boys dormitory. Before he went in he asked, “My bed or
yours?”
Remus smiled. “I want to snuggle you all night Padfoot.”
Sirius pushed the door open with his foot and gently put Remus down on his bed.
Remus quietly took off his shoes, sweater, and slacks, leaving him in just his
boxers and his undershirt. “Well?” he whispered, burrowing under the covers,
“Are you just going to stand there all night?”
Sirius laughed quietly before undoing his shirt and shoes and slipping out of
his slacks. He climbed in next to Remus, very aware of how thin his boxers
were. Remus pulled Sirius tight to him, so his bare chest was pressed against
Remus’s back.
“Rem, are you sure you want to sleep like this? What if–”
“We’re both fifteen years old so I wouldn’t at all be surprised if our bodies
responded in the usual way to this proximity. However, since I like you for
both your insanity and your gorgeousness, I will not be at all disturbed by it.
Now go to sleep.” Remus closed his eyes and pressed a gentle kiss to the inside
of Sirius’s arm.
Using all the self control he had not to laugh at how eloquently Remus had
said, “I don’t care if you get a boner,” Sirius pressed a kiss to the back of
Remus’s neck and fell asleep.
Chapter End Notes
     I promised Boys Kissing™ and the Feelings Talk™, and I believe I did
     both. I have some ideas for where it's going next (involving
     birthdays and valentines and christmas break), but no idea how to get
     to the first one so it'll be a little while before the next chapter
     also the rating might go up so be on the lookout for that
***** Talk *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Remus woke up slowly the next morning. He moved to stretch his back and his
hand collided with something soft.
“Ow,” Sirius whispered into Remus’s neck, “That was my face Re.”
Remus turned over. “Here, let me make it better.” He covered Sirius’s face with
short kisses. “Better?”
Sirius smiled wide. “Much. But speaking of we need to talk about,” he gestured
vaguely between the two of them, “this.”
Remus looked around the quiet dorm. It was around six thirty and all their
roommates were asleep. He still looked wary. “Yeah, but not here.”
“Room of Requirement?”
Remus nodded. “Let’s get dressed first in case we have to go down to
breakfast.”
Silently they slid out of Sirius’s bed and got dressed in their school robes.
They walked to the hallway that contained the Room of Requirement and paced
back and forth, waiting for the room to appear. It did, and they went in.
The room was not as large as it often was when Remus and Sirius went in with
James and Peter. In the middle of the room was a large cushy sofa that both
boys sat on, not looking at each other.
“Well,” Sirius said expectantly.
“Well?” Remus asked, “Well what?”
“‘Well,’ we’ve been friends since first year and last night we snogged three
times and admitted we liked each other so I have no idea where we stand now.”
Remus shifted in his place. Quietly he said, “I can’t tell people Sirius. I’m
already so… different. I can’t deal with people knowing.”
Sirius put his hand on Remus’s forearm. “I know Remus. But what does that mean
for us?”
Remus looked at him and smiled. “I like cuddling and talking and laughing with
you. And,” he blushed red, “I really liked snogging you last night. So can we…
can we keep doing that?”
Sirius smiled. “Yeah. Of course.”
“That’s good. I’m not sure about,” Remus gestured vaguely with his hands,
“other things, but we can cross that bridge when we get there.”
“Agreed,” Sirius said. He shifted so he was next to Remus on the couch, legs
pressing into each other. “We won’t do anything until both of us are ready for
it.” Remus nodded and Sirius threw an arm around his shoulders. “And you know
what’s great about Hogwarts?”
“A lot of things, but what are you thinking of?”
“The very room we sit in now. If someday we need to get away from James to snog
or do something more, we can come here. Hide from the world, hold each other…”
Sirius smiled at Remus.
“Snog?” Remus asked, smirking, and Sirius leaned in. They snogged tentatively,
testing the waters to try and figure each other out. Sirius was pleasantly
surprised to discover that once he coaxed Remus out of his shell, Remus was
very dominating. He bit at Sirius’s lips, shoved his tongue in Sirius’s mouth,
and slowly but surely crowded into Sirius’s space until Sirius’s back was
pressed against the seat of the couch they were sitting on. Slightly
breathless, Sirius pulled back.
“Whoa, boy,” he laughed at Remus, but his smile fell when Remus looked
downcast, “What’s wrong?”
Remus sat back on his heels, playing with his hands between his knees. “I let
it get the best of me.”
“It?” Remus shot Sirius a dark look, and Sirius understood. He pulled himself
up so he was kneeling facing Remus. “Remus, I enjoyed that.” Remus shot him a
questioning look and Sirius nodded vehemently. “I did. I know it can't be easy
to try to control it all the time, especially the night before a full moon. So
if this is a way for you to let it out, I don’t mind.”
Remus half-smiled. “What if it isn’t just the wolf?”
Sirius grinned. “So much the better.” He pulled Remus around so he was leaning
against the arm of the couch and Remus was leaning on his chest. “I really like
you Remus.”
“I really like you too, Sirius. And I’m sorry that of all nights we had to
figure this out the night before a full moon.”
“It’s fine, Rem. I can come visit you in the hospital tomorrow, and me and
James and Peter will try to make it out to the Shack tonight, but knowing
Peter, no promises, okay?”
Remus nodded. They sat in silence, leaning on each other, until the sounds of
students heading down to breakfast could be faintly heard through the walls of
the Room of Requirement. Remus sighed and checked his watch. “Seven forty-five.
James and Peter will be down at breakfast in ten minutes.”
“Will it be weird if we’re there before them?” Sirius asked.
“I don’t think so. We can just say we felt restless and went for a walk. I
always wake up early the day before, and you don’t always sleep like a baby, so
they won’t care.” Remus stood up and looked at Sirius. “Well?”
With a groan, Sirius stood up. He reluctantly followed Remus out of the Room of
Requirement, focusing on how the sunlight streaming through the castle windows
illuminated the gold sections of Remus’s hair as they descended towards the
dining hall. As they walked, he cataloged places that, with the right warning
charms set up, would be great spots to snog Remus.
When they reached breakfast, Remus sat as close to Sirius as he could, and
opened his mouth to say something before James and Peter arrived, James looking
as James always did and Peter looking out of breath and harried. James slammed
his hands down on the table. “Where have you been? Peter and I were looking all
over.”
“When we finish the map you won’t have to look all over,” Sirius said,
realizing as he spoke how much the map they were working on could negatively
impact the amount of time he could spend with Remus.
“Anyway,” Remus said, “I got restless this morning, what with the day it is,
and Sirius offered to walk with me around the grounds.”
James huffed as he and Peter sat down. “I would’ve enjoyed to go for a walk.”
Remus and Sirius exchanged a look. James wasn’t known to enjoy walks in
general, and much less the kind of walk Remus and Sirius had actually gone on
that morning.
“Can we study for Transfiguration today?” Peter asked, “We’ve got that exam
Tuesday.”
“Sure, Peter, we can study. Although I’m not sure how much these two will want
to study.”
James brandished his forkful of eggs at Remus. “Hey! I am the best studier. Oh,
and you’ve got an eyelash on your cheek, dude.”
“I’ll get it,” Sirius said, instantly turning to wipe the eyelash off. His
finger lingered and he and Remus stared at each other for too long, but neither
James nor Peter seemed to notice, each preoccupied with his breakfast.
Chapter End Notes
     sorry this chapter wasn't good/long i was having some issues getting
     this part rolling but the next part should be easier and better :)
     Chapter 5 will be released on Sunday September 17 by 6 pm EST
***** Snowball *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
A loud bang woke Sirius with a start. He grabbed his wand off his bedside table
and brandished it at the foot of his bed until he saw his three best friends
grinning at him. Sirius collapsed back onto his pillows, wand clattering on the
side table as he grabbed a pillow and threw it at James. “You suck, Prongs.”
“How do you know it was me?” James grinned unapologetically, deflecting the
pillow with one arm.
“Who else would wake someone on their sixteenth birthday with a Firecracker
Alarm?”
“SIXTEENTH BIRTHDAY!” James shouted, “You’re sixteen, you arrogant git.”
“Me? Arrogant? I'm not the one who thinks Evans should date me because I’d
greatly improve her life.”
“You're the one who said, and I quote, ‘Anyone in this damn castle would be
lucky to snog me,’” James laughed.
“Yeah, because unlike you I won't snog anyone with breasts who sits still long
enough,” Sirius said, rolling his eyes.
James opened his mouth but Remus cut him off. “As wonderful as this argument is
to listen to, why don't you open your presents, Padfoot?”
Sirius grinned as Peter put a present in his lap. “It’s not much,” Peter said,
scratching the back of his head as Sirius unwrapped the gift, “But I thought
you might like to have them to piss off your mum or whatever.” Sirius threw the
paper aside and looked at a stack of Muggle magazines. He flipped through
gleefully as the other three marauders watched. Some were filled with pictures
of gleaming motorcycles, others were plastered with revealing photos of Muggle
girls. Sirius looked up at Peter, his evil grin stretching across his whole
face.
“This is excellent, Peter. My mum’s gonna hate this. Guess I’ve gotta practice
my permanent sticking charm.” He flipped to a page showing two Muggle girls,
each in a bikini, sitting on a motorcycle and smiling into the camera. “I think
I’ll start with this one.”
James laughed. “If you stick it to the top of your bed, you could get a lot of
personal use out of it, too, mate.” He laughed again, Sirius and Peter joining
it, but Remus regarded Sirius with scrutiny. He had never thought about it
before, but Remus suddenly realized that he didn’t know if Remus liked just
boys or girls too. Not that he minded other way. Maybe Sirius didn’t know
himself. It’d be a good question to ask. Remus filed that thought away for
stolen moments in the Room of Requirement as James plopped down two presents on
Sirius’s lap.
“So one’s practical and one’s a different kind of practical,” he said, smiling
from his seat on the edge of the bed. Sirius raised an eyebrow, Peter scooched
down the bed, and Remus half-laughed to himself as Sirius opened the smaller
package.
“A knife?” Sirius held the inconspicuous weapon in his hand. “I suppose this is
practical.”
“It’s a special knife,” James said, “It unlocks things. Almost any magical
lock, this knife can undo it.”
Remus whistled and Peter whispered, “Shit.”
Sirius looked from the knife to James and let out an excited whoop. “Damn,
Potter, didn’t know you could get this kind of shit.”
James smiled. “I’m good at secrets. And everyone’s gotta have a sketchy friend
with strange connections. I can be that friend for you. Now open the other
one.”
Sirius tore into the second package and laughed at the box. “Flourish and
Blotts? I’m not Moony, Prongs.”
“Open it,” James said, smiling.
Sirius tore off the paper and held up a black hardcover book. Remus read the
silver block letters and his heart fell.
“The Other Charm: Using Wit, Smiles, and Confidence to Win Over Witches,” Peter
read aloud. Sirius was bent over laughing, and all three of his friends were
looking at him, eyebrows raised. When he caught his breath, Sirius sat up,
smiling wildly.
“James got me a present for himself.” James looked affronted as Remus and Peter
joined in Sirius’s laughter.
“What are you talking about?”
“Thanks for thinking of me, James, but I promise I can use my own wit, smiles,
and confidence to win over whoever I want.”
“That doesn’t mean I–”
“Hey! Don’t I get to give you my present?” Remus looked at Sirius, who smiled
much more shyly than he usually did around his three best friends.
“Yeah, Moony, what’d you get me?”
“Close your eyes.” Sirius raised an eyebrow before shutting his eyes. Remus
summoned a cage from under his bed and set it in Sirius’s lap. “You can open
them.”
Sirius opened them and looked into the cage. “A white ball of fur?”
“No.” Sirius, Peter, and James watched as Remus opened the cage, picked up the
ball of fur, and stroked it until eyes blinked open and long ears pricked up.
“A bunny?” Sirius’s eyes widened and he reached for the rabbit, which Remus
placed in his hands. Sirius looked at it. “What’s its name?”
“You can name her whatever you want.”
The Marauders watched Sirius look at the ball of white fur until he whispered,
“Snowball.”
“You're going to keep a rabbit in our dorm?” Peter asked.
“Aw, don't worry Wormy, you're still my favorite rodent.”
Checking his watch, Remus said, “We should get to breakfast if we want to eat
before class.” Sirius rolled out of bed, handing Snowball to Remus before
getting dressed. Remus picked up his bag and set Snowball back in her cage, but
Sirius scooped her back out.
“We can't leave her here!”
“Mate, she's a bunny. We can't exactly take her to class,” James said.
“We can't get caught taking her to class,” Sirius replied, smiling wickedly. He
reached over his own head and put Snowball in the hood of his robe before
picking up his bag. “Shall we?”
 
The Marauders made it through their first three classes, History of Magic,
Charms, and Potions, without Snowball being discovered. During Transfiguration,
their last class before lunch, Remus saw Snowball start to wiggle in Sirius’s
hood, but before he could warn his friends, Snowball had moved onto Sirius’s
shoulder.
“Mr. Black,” Professor McGonagall said, interrupting her lecture, “What is on
your shoulder?”
Sirius looked at his shoulder. “Oh, that's Snowball.”
“My classroom is not a farm, Mr. Black. From now on, please leave Snowball in
your dormitory. Next time I will deduct points from Gryffindor. Now, as I was
explaining before the appearance of our unexpected guest…”
“Nice job,” Remus whispered while he scribbled down notes.
“Maybe you should’ve picked out a more well-behaved rabbit,” Sirius shot over
his shoulder.
Remus grinned. “But what would the two of you have in common if I had?”
 
“I’m going to go drop Snowball off in the dorm,” Sirius told James as they
walked out of Transfiguration, “Save me a seat at lunch?”
“Of course, c’mon Peter, Remus.”
“I forgot my Arithmancy book. I’ll head up with Sirius to grab it.” James and
Peter nodded before disappearing down the stairs. Sirius and Remus walked along
in silence until they reached their dormitory. Sirius carefully placed Snowball
into her cage before he walked slowly over to Remus and pulled him into a
ferocious kiss.
“So I take it you like Snowball?” Remus said, pulling away from Sirius’s mouth,
his arms wrapped around his boyfriend.
“How’d you even get her?”
“Wrote to my dad and told him to find the fluffiest non-cat animal he could, he
sent me a description of Snowball, and I just thought she was perfect.”
“Why an animal?”
“I know that you get lonely, especially at home for the summer, so I figured a
small animal would be good. Company, you know? Plus she’ll remind you of me.”
Sirius smiled. “I don’t think I’ve ever had better luck than when I let you sit
in the carriage with me and James on the way to Hogwarts.”
“Shut up,” Remus said, but he was smiling. “C’mon, or James’ll think we got
abducted by Peeves.” He summoned his Arithmancy book off his desk and Sirius
arched an eyebrow at him. “What? I don’t lie.”
Sirius kissed Remus quickly before leading him out of their dormitory and down
to lunch.
Chapter End Notes
     Next chapter will be out on November 15th
***** Christmas *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Fifth year continued, and the four marauders continued to cause mischief around
Hogwarts. (One particularly fantastic stunt involving the Christmas trees,
glitter, and the Slytherin common room landed Peter and James in Sunday
detentions for a month.) Christmas drew ever nearer, and with it came a panic
for Sirius. Christmas presents between the marauders were always extravagant.
Sometimes they were funny, like the photo frame Remus had given James with the
words, “Don’t mess up, you arrogant toerag,” engraved in Lily’s handwriting
around a picture of her, but sometimes they were sweet, like the set of pain
relief and healing potions Peter had given Remus, along with a box of Remus’s
favorite chocolates. But now there was extra pressure. Whenever they had the
chance, particularly Sundays when the other two were in detention, Remus and
Sirius had snuck away from their friends to sit in the Room of Requirement and
talk (or snog). It had been a glorious month and a half, but now Sirius had to
find something great to give Remus.
During History of Magic a week before the holidays began, Sirius leaned over to
James. “What’re you getting Moony for Christmas?”
James looked shocked. “You haven’t gotten him something yet?”
“I’m stuck.”
“Did you get me something?”
Sirius rolled his eyes. “Yes, I got you a house elf that will follow Evans
around and recite poetry about your eyes until she goes out with you. Can you
focus, Prongs? I need to get something for Moony.”
“I got him a new set of quills, but half of them are Sugar Quills.”
Sirius huffed. “I have no idea what he wants.”
“Why not just ask?”
Remus turned around from his seat in the front, clearly on the pretense of
stretching, but smiled at Sirius before settling back into his note taking.
“Because I want to surprise him. Snowball was an amazing present, and I want my
present for Christmas to be even better. I’m glad your mum let us all stay at
your house over the hols. Shame Wormy’s gotta go home, but the three of us can
have some great fun, I bet.”
James nodded, writing down something about the goblin wars that Sirius would
have to study later. He took the rest of that class to stare at Remus and
scribble ideas for Moony’s Christmas present.
 
The Christmas holidays came more quickly than any of the Marauders expected.
James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter piled into a carriage on the Hogwarts Express,
chatting animatedly about their plans for the break.
“Bad luck that your mum won’t let you come to mine, Peter,” James said,
frowning slightly at the small boy, “We’re gonna have a blast.”
Peter sighed. “She’s always been uptight and you knew that. Still, we’re
fifteen. She wants me home.”
“Whatever,” James sighed, “Let’s go for a walk.”
“Going to try and find Evans again, Prongs?” Sirius asked playfully as James
stood up.
James winked and pulled Peter out of the carriage with him. “Absolutely.” The
door to the compartment slid shut and Sirius grinned at Remus.
“What do you want to do now that they’re gone?”
Remus groaned quietly. “I feel sorta sick.”
Sirius pulled Remus’s hair off his face, and looked into his eyes. “You’re not
warm, but you seem a little green. Why don’t you take a nap? I’ll wake you when
we’re ten minutes away.”
Remus planted a gentle kiss on Sirius’s cheek before leaning against the window
and closing his eyes. Sirius smiled, watching his boyfriend fall asleep.
 
The next four days at the Potters’ house was incredibly hectic, with all three
boys running around and causing very different kinds of mayhem, from making
snowmen outside that sang and danced to charming every one of Mrs. Potter’s
slippers to ring like bells as she went down the stairs. The Potters were very
good-natured, and simply laughed at the boys’ “harmless goofing around.”
Suddenly, it was Christmas Eve, and James, Remus, and Sirius had all laid down
in James’s room for the night. Sirius was on the brink of sleep, when a warm
hand shook him. “Meet me in James’s bathroom in two minutes,” Remus whispered
into his ear. Sirius grinned and followed.
When he stepped into James’s bathroom, Sirius was immediately pulled chest to
chest with Remus.
“Merry Christmas, Sirius,” Remus whispered, looking directly at him.
“Merry is right,” Sirius said, leaning in to kiss Remus. Remus twisted his
fingers in Sirius’s hair and pulled, making Sirius’s mouth fall open in a
groan. Remus pulled Sirius in tighter, their bodies flush against each other.
Sirius made a noise halfway between a groan and a growl. “Don't start anything
you don't intend to finish Remus,” Sirius whispered threateningly.
“Who said I don't intend to finish?” Remus whispered, one eyebrow raised. He
ground himself against Sirius, forcing a moan from the taller boy. “Or at least
intend for you to finish.”
“Remus,” Sirius gasped, as fingers carefully slipped under the edge of his
shirt, stroking the warm skin of his stomach, “you don't—”
“Shhh…” Remus whispered into his neck, running his fingers up Sirius's skin.
“It's your first Christmas present.” His fingers trailed down to Sirius’s belt
and he unfastened it slowly. “Are you okay babe?” Sirius nodded, hands tight in
Remus’s hair as Remus sucked on his neck. “Are you sure?” Sirius nodded again,
a small noise coming from the back of his throat as Remus undid his fly. He
pulled Sirius’s pants down and grabbed his bulge through his boxers. Sirius
practically squealed. Remus laughed, low and rough. “Someone's eager.” He
pushed Sirius’s boxers down. “But so am I,” he whispered before he sank to his
knees.
“Shit Re,” Sirius whispered. “You gotta—fuck.” His head tipped back as Remus
took him suddenly into his mouth. “You gotta warn me when you're going to do
stuff like this Remus. I mean—shit.”
“That kind of ruins the spontaneity, doesn't it?” Remus said, sitting back on
his heels. “Now, may I continue?” Sirius nodded and Remus smiled devilishly
before leaning forward.
Sirius was surprised at the sheer skill Remus possessed. He groaned as Remus
leaned forward again, swirling his tongue around the head of Sirius’s cock.
Sirius tangled his fingers in Remus’s hair and tugged gently. Remus groaned
around Sirius, the vibrations making Sirius moan louder.
“Quiet,” Remus said, pulling back and looking up at Sirius, “Unless you want to
wake James.” Sirius groaned at that and looked down at Remus, who had a
mischievous glint in his eye.
“You like this, don’t you? You like being in control, even when you’re the one
on your knees.”
Remus winked back up at him. “Sue me.”
Sirius groaned at that, feeling a tightening in his body. “Fuck, Remus, I’m
gonna–” He came with an exhale, leaning against the tile wall. After he fixed
his pants, Sirius pulled Remus to his feet and looked him in the eye. “How'd
you get so good at that?”
Remus shrugged. “Natural talent? I have to be good at something.”
Sirius frowned. “Remus, you're good at so many things. Including, apparently,
giving blow jobs. Not your only skill,” he kissed Remus gently, “But a good
one.”
Remus smiled. “Merry Christmas, Sirius.” He redid Sirius’s fly and they walked
to the bedroom quietly. They changed into pajamas and Remus was about to climb
into his bed.
“Where are you going?”
“Sleep?”
Sirius shook his head. “It's Christmas and for Christmas, you're sleeping in my
bed.”
Remus smiled, head cocked to one side. “Someone's a diva.”
Sirius pulled Remus into him. “Well, yeah.” He leaned forward for a kiss, but
Remus turned away. “Re?”
“Not here,” Remus whispered into his chest.
“James is asleep. Not that he’d care.”
“I know Sirius just… please don't.”
Sirius smiled. “Anything for you. Now come cuddle with me.” Sirius burrowed
under his covers and Remus crawled next to him, his back pressed into Sirius’s
chest. “What do you want me to say if he wakes up?”
“Nightmares. Wouldn’t be the first time.”
“Me or you?”
“I don't care Sirius. Now shut up. I don't think, ‘I was up late talking to my
boyfriend,’ is a viable excuse for falling asleep during a snowball fight.”
Ignoring that Remus had finally said boyfriend, Sirius said, “We've been doing
more than talking Re.” Remus elbowed him hard. “Okay, I get it. Sleep well
little wolf.”
He nuzzled Remus’s head and fell asleep quickly.
 
“CHRISTMAS!” James yelled, starting both Remus and Sirius from a deep sleep.
“OPEN YOUR PRESENTS YOU BUGGERS!”
“James,” Remus croaked, “It’s early. Quiet down some, please.”
“Here!” He thrust a box into Remus’s arms and a different one into Sirius’s.
“Open them!”
Remus tore open the paper to find a mahogany box holding six beautiful eagle
quills and six sugar quills. “Brilliant, Prongs. I’ve been needing new quills.”
“Score!” Sirius shouted, “Muggle temporary tattoos? My mum’ll hate these! I
love them.” Sirius whooped and high-fived James, and turned to see Remus
handing him a small box and handing James a slightly larger one.
“A broom maintenance kit? Nice, Moony.”
Sirius held up the red collar. “A collar?”
“For Snowball,” Remus said, “Look.” He took it and turned over the tag.
“‘Snowball, care of Sirius Black. Please return.’ Because if she’s anything
like her owner, she’ll get lost.”
Sirius grinned. “I love it. My turn.” He reached under his bed and pulled out
two packages. James ripped his open.
“Nice, Quidditch Through the Ages!”
Remus turned to Sirius. “I love the sweater, Sirius, but what is this?” He held
up a slip of parchment that said, “Good for three books and an ice cream.
Sirius Black.” Sirius blushed.
“Well, I wanted to get you books, but I didn’t want to get you books you
already had. So I’ll take you to Diagon, and you can pick out some books and we
can go to Fortescue’s and get ice cream.” Sirius smiled tentatively, and Remus
grinned.
“I love it.”
Sirius grinned back until James hit him in the face with a pillow, beginning a
full-on pillow war.
Chapter End Notes
     chapter seven December 24th (an early present!!)
***** Losing It *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The marauders had been back at school for three and a half weeks, and Sirius
and Remus were losing their minds. They had no longer had enough time alone:
Hogwarts bathrooms weren’t private, and neither were dorms. They had tried once
to stay up later than the other two, but James had simply needled them with
questions about Lily until Remus had given up and gone to bed in a huff. So
when James and Peter told them about a party the four of them were invited to,
Remus saw an opportunity.
“I’d love to go, but I’ve been feeling under the weather. I’m going to stay in,
drink some tea, probably turn in early.”
James slapped Remus on the back and turned his hopeful face to Sirius. “What
about you, mate?”
“A party?” Sirius arched an eyebrow mischievously. He caught Remus’s eye, and
looked confused when Remus shook his head slightly, but nevertheless turned
back to James and said, “I’m a week behind in Charms, so I should stay in and
get Remus to help me.”
James looked crestfallen, but quickly regained his smile as he turned to Peter.
“Well, at least me and Pete will be able to meet all the cute girls.”
On their way out of the hall, Sirius whispered to Remus, “What was that about?”
“I have better plans for Saturday night.”
“Like?”
“Well,” Remus whispered, “Our entire dorm is going to be empty, so I figured we
could do something, just you and me.” He tried to keep walking with James and
Peter, but Sirius pulled him out of the walkway.
“What kind of something?” Sirius said, almost sternly.
“The kind that involves your prick and my arse. Get it, or do I have to draw
you a picture?”
Sirius opened his mouth for a retort, but Remus had already started walking
towards class, leaving Sirius with a marvelous view of the arse in question.
And boy was it a fantastic one.
 
“They’re all gone,” Remus said, settling down in the middle of Sirius’s bed,
spelled to a Queen size.
“Yeah,” Sirius said, trying to disguise his heartbeat pounding in his ears.
“They won’t be back from that party for at least two hours.”
“Yeah.”
“Are you going to say anything other than yeah?”
Sirius let out a breath. “Sorry. I’m just… I’m scared Remus.”
Renys reached a hand out and stroked Sirius’s leg. “It’s going to be great.
We’ve done things before, and they’ve been great. Plus,” he pulled Sirius’s
gaze to him, “I really want to.”
Sirius looked at his boyfriend and smiled. “So do I.” He took Remus’s hand.
“You’re really not nervous?”
Remus looked at his hands. “Of course I am. We’ve never––either of us––and
you’re going to be inside me and,” he cleared his throat and stared at the bed
sheets, face flushing, “you’re, you know, pretty big.”
Sirius smiled. “We’ll go slow. The last thing I want to do is hurt you. And
next time we can switch.” He was quiet for a second. “Remus, I…” He swallowed,
“I love you.”
“I love you too Sirius.” Remus turned his head and kissed Sirius gently. Sirius
leaned forward, wrapping his hands around Remus’s neck. He pushed Remus back
gently, his head hitting the mountain of pillows they had stacked on the bed.
Sirius moved slowly to sit across Remus’s hips.
“Okay?” he whispered.
“Great,” Remus said back. “Should we shut the curtains?”
“Not yet, I think,” Sirius said. He kissed Remus again, moving down his jaw to
his neck and fiddling with the buttons on his shirt. “This was your damn idea,
you knew we were going to do this,” Sirius accused, “so why did you wear a
fucking button up?”
Remus laughed. “I thought it would annoy you. Also, button ups are more fun to
take off.”
“I disagree,” Sirius said, “I think you tossing my shirt quickly off me will be
more fun.”
“Well let’s find out.” Remus reached up and yanked Sirius’s t-shirt over his
head. Then Sirius undid the last buttons on Remus’s shirt and pushed it off his
shoulders.
“You’re right,” they said simultaneously. Both started laughing. Remus stopped
laughing abruptly when Sirius closed his mouth around one of Remus’s nipples.
“Shit,” Remus gasped.
“Language Remus,” Sirius teased. “Is that the kind of talk befitting a
prefect?”
“Oh shove it,” Remus whispered, “If anyone knows anything about what’s
happening right now, I’d be censured. Maybe removed.”
Sirius sat back suddenly. “You think they wouldn’t want you to be a prefect if
they knew you liked blokes?”
“No, but if Dumbledore knew we were having sex in our dorm room I don’t think
he’d be very inclined to leave me in charge of little kids.”
“Speaking of having sex…” Sirius began, but instead of finishing his thought,
he slid his hands onto Remus’s upper thighs and fiddled with his waistband.
“Don’t tease, Sirius.”
Sirius laughed but complied, undoing Remus’s pants and sliding them off before
sitting up and removing his own. Playfully, he threw off his socks and slowly
tugged off Remus’s before climbing back over Remus. Sirius kissed his boyfriend
gently and whispered, “Curtains now, I think.”
Remus grinned and reached for his wand, spelling the curtains shut and shoving
his wand between the mattress and the bed frame. When Remus lied back down,
Sirius rolled their hips together and grinned when Remus moaned. “Someone’s
having fun.”
“Can––you––stop––teasing––and–––fuck me–––for real?” Remus said through his
panting.
“But I think I want to kiss every inch of your body,” Sirius said innocently.
Remus groaned. “Oh, fuck you.” He grabbed Sirius’s neck and brought them nose
to nose. “Please. Fuck. Me.”
“Okay Moony,” Sirius laughed. “But you have to let me go.”
Remus released Sirius, who immediately pushed off his own boxers before pulling
off Remus’s. Sirius’s eyes darkened and he licked his lips subtly. “Remus,” he
gasped, his voice low, “I could see you naked every day and never ever get
enough.”
“Sweet,” Remus mumbled, “You too, you know. You’re good looking I mean. Even
your dick.”
Sirius smirked and raised an eyebrow. “Spend a lot of time thinking about my
dick, do you Remus?”
Remus fixed him with a cold stare and said, “Yes, like right now I’m thinking
about how useless it’s being, just standing there and not making anyone feel
anything at all.”
“You want me to fuck you?”
Remus rolled his eyes. “It’d be nice, I suppose.”
Sirius laughed and kissed Remus. “You have lube?” Remus nodded and grabbed his
wand, which he used to summon a bottle of lube from his bedside table. Remus
set his wand gently down on the table, and looked up at Sirius. “Hand me a
pillow?” Remus pulled a pillow out from behind his head and gave it to Sirius.
“Now lift your hips.” Remus did, and Sirius slipped the pillow underneath
Remus. “This might be cold.” Sirius’s lube covered finger circled Remus’s hole
before pushing in gently.
“W-weird,” Remus gasped, “Not bad, just… weird.” He gasped as the tip of
Sirius’s finger brushed over a sweet spot inside him.
“Again?” Sirius asked, pulling his fingers out. Remus nodded vigorously, and
Sirius pushed two fingers into his squirming boyfriend. He found the spot
again, and Remus arched off the bed as Sirius rubbed it.
“Fuck, Sirius, fuck!”
“That’s the goal, Moony,” Sirius laughed to himself as he pushed his fingers
apart, trying to stretch Remus. “Are you alright?”
“It’s a weird feeling, Pads, but if it means you get to fuck me, it’s
fantastic.” He took a minute to breathe, before asking, “Do you think you could
now?”
Sirius spread his fingers in Remus, thinking. “Not sure. We could try?” Remus
nodded, and Sirius grabbed his cock, lining himself up against Remus’s opening.
He pushed forward gently and missed.
“Shit!” he exclaimed as he fell on top of Remus.
“You missed a little bit,” Remus laughed.
“It’s not funny, Remus.”
“It’s pretty funny, Sirius. What, did you think our first time was going to be
flawless? We’re two horny teenage boys, of course it was going to be fucked up.
We just have to try again. Here, I have an idea. Get on your back.”
Sirius laid down, and Remus straddled him. He kissed Sirius, and then slowly
pushed himself back on Sirius’s dick. It was slow going, with lots of snogging
breaks, but eventually Remus was seated against Sirius’s hips.
“Should we flip back?” Remus whispered.
“Yeah,” Sirius said, before he did as he said and flipped them over. “I’ve
gotta warn you, this isn’t going to be great. I feel like I’m going to
explode.”
Remus laughed, “Believe me, me too. I think I’m going to blow it the second you
start moving.”
Sirius slowly started thrusting, and Remus felt a fresh wave of pleasure. He
wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s neck and groaned.
“Fuck, Remus,” Sirius said, “Fuck, you’re so beautiful and amazing and kind and
smart and sexy and––fuck, I’m coming.” Sirius stilled for a moment, and Remus
took in how beautiful Sirius really was. Sirius pulled out gently and flopped
down next to Remus. “That was amazing.” He slid his eyes down Remus’s form.
“Shit, you haven’t come yet. Sorry, Remus.”
“It’s fine,” Remus laughed, “You’re gorgeous when you’re orgasming, Padfoot.”
“You want me to suck you off?”
“Please,” Remus said. Sirius flipped on top of his boyfriend and kissed from
Remus’s lips to the head of his dick. Trying to recall what Remus had done at
Christmas, Sirius licked up Remus’s shaft before kissing back down to the base.
“Fuck, Sirius,” Remus whispered. When Sirius engulfed the head of Remus’s dick
in his mouth, Remus came with a shout. Sirius laid down next to him and held
his hand, smiling. They laid still in silence for a few minutes, before Remus
said, “We should probably get cleaned up.”
Sirius cast a Scourgify, and Remus returned the lube to his side table drawer.
They both dressed, and Sirius’s bed was returned to its usual size. “That was
brilliant,” Remus whispered against Sirius’s lips, “But I think we should sleep
in our own beds.”
“Agreed,” Sirius said, kissing Remus passionately. “I meant what I said, Moony.
I love you.”
“I love you, too, Sirius,” Remus said, grinning, “Now get to bed, or James will
never believe that we stayed here studying and reading.”
Sirius got into bed and turned the lights off. Remus curled under his own
covers and fell asleep almost instantly.
Chapter End Notes
     updated it all to reflect my realization that this entire fic works
     better if they're fifteen/sixteen than fourteen/fifteen. new chapter
     on february 24
***** James *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
“Good job in the game today,” Remus whispered to Sirius as they stood in the
crowded common room, “I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”
“Oh, you flatter me Mr. Lupin,” Sirius said, smiling, “We all know James won us
the game.”
“Which means he’ll be celebrating down here with the rest of the house for
hours,” Remus said, smiling, “Which means that the dormitory will be empty.”
Sirius’s eyes gleamed and he rubbed his lips together. “So what are you
suggesting?”
“A private party of sorts for the second best Chaser on the Gryffindor team.”
“Well no one sane could turn that down,” Sirius said, grinning, “Should we make
excuses or just slip away?”
“If we talk then they’ll notice we’re gone,” Remus said, “Let’s just go.” He
took off in long, measured strides, ascending the staircase to their dormitory
with Sirius right on his heels. He pulled Sirius inside and shut the door,
slamming Sirius against the wall and kissing him roughly, pulling at the hem of
Sirius’s shirt.
“Someone’s not wasting time,” Sirius laughed as Remus sucked on his collarbone.
“Fuck, Sirius, you have no idea how sexy you are playing Quidditch, do you?”
Remus breathed into his neck, “It took everything not to leave the game and
wait up here for you.”
“Yeah?” Sirius teased, “What would you have done while you waited?”
“I would’ve wanked myself sore,” Remus whispered, pulling Sirius’s shirt over
his head and kicking off his shoes, “just thinking about you in your Quidditch
leathers.”
Sirius groaned, kicking off his own shoes. “Whoever taught you to dirty talk
needs an award.” He gasped as Remus bit his earlobe. “Or a cash prize.” Remus
picked Sirius up and walked over to Sirius’s bed, placing him down gently
before climbing up onto the mattress.
“Shit Remus,” Sirius whispered as Remus straddled his hips.
“You act like we’ve never done this before.”
“Well, not like this.”
Remus straightened up slightly. “What do you mean?”
Sirius looked quizzical. “Like, the other times you were the one on your back
and I was fucking you.”
“Oh.” Remus thought for a second. “Do you want to switch to that?”
“Do you?”
Remus sat still, staring down at his beautiful, shirtless boyfriend and
grinned. He leaned forward and whispered in Sirius’s ear, “I’d really like to
fuck you.” Sirius visibly shivered and Remus grinned wider. “Do you want that
Sirius?”
“Yes.”
 
James opened the door to his dormitory, laughing over his shoulder before
peering into his room. He had come up to grab a bottle of Firewhiskey he had
smuggled in, but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw movement from Sirius’s
bed. He smiled to himself at the thought of his antsy best friend finally
getting some action and quietly lit his wand so he could see his trunk. The
wandlight illuminated the bed next to him slightly, revealing Remus kissing
Sirius as his hips moved rhythmically. James dropped his wand with a clatter
and laughed exasperatedly, saying, “I thought Sirius would be a top.”
In an instant Remus buried his head in the pillow next to Sirius and Sirius
yanked the sheet over them. For good measure, Remus reached for his wand and
spelled the curtains shut. James, facing the other direction, stared at the
door resolutely. “I can give you five minutes? And then we can talk about
this?”
Sirius smiled up at Remus and said, “Ten.”
Remus laughed. “Twenty?”
Sirius smirked and said, “Thirty for good measure.”
James hit the post of his bed in frustration. “I’m trying to give you time to
finish, not go a second round! Jesus H, what did I do to deserve this? Ten,” he
walked out, thoroughly disgruntled and mumbling something that sounded like
heathens.
Sirius sighed and put his hand on his forehead. “Well, not the best way James
could’ve found out.”
Remus collapsed on the mattress next to him. “I think it’s safe to say all
three of us are scarred now.” He ran his fingers through Sirius’s hair. “And no
offense, Pads, but I’m not really in the mood to fuck you while James waits in
the common room for us to come downstairs.” Remus kissed Sirius’s forehead.
“Next time.” He stood up and got dressed, and Sirius followed him.
James was waiting for them at the bottom of the staircase. “Common room’s too
crowded. We should go to a classroom.” He walked quickly through the still
revelling Gryffindors out the portrait hole, both of his friends following him.
He quickly found a classroom and ushered Sirius and Remus in, locking the door
behind them. “So,” James said slowly, “You two were shagging. Are shagging?”
Remus shook his head. “We’re dating.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?” James asked, looking accusatorily from Sirius to
Remus.
“We weren’t sure how you’d react, mate,” Sirius said, “Two blokes dating isn’t
exactly common, and a lot of people think it’s unnatural.”
James tilted his head. “What could be more natural than love? The two of you
have had this… chemistry since the day you met.” He smiled at both of them.
“I’m glad you’re happy.”
Remus smiled and Sirius grinned. “Thanks, James.”
“Just one question. How many times have you shagged in the dorms?”
“That was the second time,” Sirius said.
“And last,” Remus quickly added. When Sirius looked at him, shocked, he took
Sirius’s hand and whispered, “There are other places we can shag, Padfoot.”
“You should get that embroidered on a pillow,” James snorted, “We need some
ground rules. No ditching me and Peter for each other, no sex in my bed, no
loud sex, no cutesy nicknames, no involving me in any fights and no hurting
each other.” Sirius and Remus nodded. “Well, we have a party to get back to!”
“I’m going to bed,” Remus said, and at James’s raised eyebrow added, “To sleep.
I’m tired.” He yawned and unlocked the door, walking back towards Gryffindor
Tower. James and Sirius followed behind him.
“Hey, Jamie, listen, it uh… means a lot to me that you… I mean…” James hugged
Sirius.
“I love you, Sirius. In a brother way.” James released Sirius and Sirius smiled
at him.
“I’m going to head up to bed.”
James raised an eyebrow. “Remus said he was going to sleep.”
Sirius flushed and whispered, “I want to cuddle him until he falls asleep.”
“So this thing between the two of you is serious?”
Sirius scratched his neck. “I’m not sure. But I want it to be.”
James clapped Sirius on the back. Well, what are you waiting for? Go cuddle
your boyfriend.”
Chapter End Notes
     a line that I wrote in the planning for this chapter that sums up
     James's feelings: “I love you both and I’m glad you’re happy, but
     honestly, I never need to see either of your dicks in each other ever
     again,” James Potter, 1976.
     next chapter March 28
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