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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_Rowling
  Relationship:
      Remus_Lupin/Sirius_Black, Remus_Lupin/Other_Female_Character
  Character:
      Remus_Lupin, Sirius_Black, James_Potter, Peter_Pettigrew
  Additional Tags:
      First_Kiss, First_Time, Best_Friends, Hand_Job, Teenagers, Bathroom_Sex,
      Sexual_Tension, Wordcount:_1.000-5.000
  Stats:
      Published: 2009-12-27 Words: 4527
****** This Act of Translation ******
by Woldy
Summary
     In which James devises yet another complex plan to get laid, Remus
     makes out with the wrong person and Sirius lays an ambush in the
     Prefect's bathroom.
Notes
     Written for the 1008 Hp Yule Balls exchange. Many thanks to
     [[info]]
x_merlin  and [[info]]nathaniel_hp  for beta-ing this fic.
"Did you see her?" James said, as they walked to lunch.
"Who her?" Sirius replied.
"Which her," Remus corrected absently.
"They're all 'witch her'," Sirius punned, for the millionth time, "the question
is which witch Prongs is ogling today."
"I don't ogle," James protested, "but the person I was admiring is Helen
Weiss."
"Weiss, eh?" Sirius said thoughtfully. "Well, I've no ad-Weiss to give you on
that one, but if you want me to put in a word on the Ravenclaw grapevine with
Emma --"
"Keep your wet nose and bad puns out of it," James told him. "For now we're
just observing. I need a strategy."
"Ah," Peter said, as they sat down at the table. "Reconnaissance. For that,
you'll need Remus."
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Remus began with the library.
This wasn't a bad idea, because Ravenclaws spent a good deal of time in the
library and could often be overheard. The first, rather indiscriminate, part of
the task James urged upon him was to find out everything he could about Helen
Weiss.
Remus settled himself at a table close to a group of Ravenclaws and opened his
charms textbook. When he reached the end of the chapter, Remus realized he
hadn't heard a word from the next table; clearly studying was incompatible with
eavesdropping.
Right, he needed a new plan. Remus collected volume 'K' of the Magical
Encyclopaedia and started browsing. At the next table, all he heard was
muttering and complaints about someone's Arithmancy proof going all wrong.
After ten minutes, nothing gossip-worthy had been said at all.
"This is getting me nowhere," Remus decided and closed the book.
Whatever there was to be known about Weiss was beyond his research capability.
He'd tell James to find another plan, just as soon as his homework was
finished.
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"So the library is a no go," Sirius concluded, "and you're irrationally opposed
to getting Emma to feel her out, up or any other direction. It looks like we
need Plan C."
"B," interrupted James, who was prodding at the fire with the poker. "Not C.
Asking your casual shag to pass on a message was never on my list of options."
"B or C," Peter intervened peaceably, "you're still out of choices."
"I just need a more sophisticated approach. Remus, can you find out when she's
next on prefect duty?" James asked.
"Yes," said Remus hesitantly, "but only if you tell me what you're planning."
"Nothing much," James said airily, "she'll barely notice I'm there ... at least
to start with."
"That's what I was afraid of," Remus sighed.
It took some effort to persuade James that shadowing Helen's Prefect patrols
whilst wearing his invisibility cloak said 'creepily disturbing stalker' rather
than 'romantic suitor'.
Unfortunately, Peter devised Plan D: getting Remus to re-arrange his Prefect
duties so that he could ask Helen privately whether she fancied James. If she
did, then Remus was supposed to lure her to a room upstairs, where James would
spring out bearing chocolates and whatever flowers he'd managed to acquire the
night before in Greenhouse Five.
Remus might have refused to help if it weren't for the whole Animagus thing.
There weren't many things he wouldn't do for a friend like that.
"Now," James said, "does everyone understand the plan?"
"Well, yeah," Sirius replied with a grin, "your ruse of getting me to make out
with Emma is a hardly a startling divergence from my usual entertainment."
"Not you. Wormtail?"
"Hang about watching for Filch and Peeves," Peter said. "It's the most boring
job ever. This isn't Marauding."
"Well, you wouldn't have to do it if Sirius hasn't lost the map."
"Lost for a good cause!" Sirius protested and would have continued but --
"Wasn't there a scheme underfoot?" Remus pointed out.
"Right. Yeah. I suspect this is as organised as we're getting. Try not to cock
it up." James gave his hair a final ruffle, threw on the invisibility cloak and
stepped out through the portrait hole.
"Or Prongs will never get his cock up her," Sirius stage-whispered to a
snickering Peter, as they followed.
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Prefects' rounds were usually very dull, but trying to get Helen to reveal the
secrets of her love-life made things a lot more difficult. After several failed
attempts at subtlety, Remus was reduced to the blunt interjection, "You broke
up with Kevin, didn't you?" as they walked along the charms corridor.
Helen paused and said, "Yeah, why?"
"Nothing really," mumbled Remus, genuinely embarrassed by the role James had
foisted upon him. "It's just. Well. It must be nice, having a relationship.
I've never…" He paused awkwardly, fishing for an appropriate phrase. "I mean
I'm not handsome. James is handsome, but I'm just … bookish, I suppose."
"Potter's okay to look at," Helen mused, and Remus thought, "Brilliant, James
is in!" and consequently missed her next few words. The next thing he knew, she
had stepped forward and was gazing up at him.
"You're much nicer, though," she said softly. Remus realised suddenly that
there had been a horrible misunderstanding, but he didn't have time to correct
things before Helen kissed him.
"This wasn't the plan! It's James, James who likes you," Remus thought
frantically and wanted to say so, but his mouth was otherwise occupied because
Helen's tongue had slipped against his bottom lip.
The James thing clearly wasn't happening and since Remus didn't have a better
explanation for the awkwardness of the preceding conversation, he parted his
lips. Helen's tongue swiped against his own and Remus was so distracted by this
that he overbalanced slightly, pressing her back against the wall as he
regained his equilibrium.
Helen sighed and arched into his touch, her skin soft and warm against his
hand.
This was – okay, Remus supposed. He wouldn't be bothered if they never repeated
it, and a vague sense that this was the wrong sentiment caused him to stop.
Helen smiled at him, her cheeks rather pink.
"We should probably finish the patrol," Remus said. "Before, y'know."
"Yeah," Helen said, and he accompanied her back to the Ravenclaw entrance in a
slightly awkward silence.
Since Remus' unscheduled make-out session had scuppered the plan, he snuck
upstairs to inform Peter that he should retrieve James and then walked to
alcove where Sirius was supposed to be waiting with Emma. When he stepped
inside, Sirius was sitting alone on the floor and looking pensive.
"Alright?" Remus asked.
"Yeah. Said she wanted an early night, so … No luck for James?"
"No," Remus said, his mouth dry.
"Well then," Sirius said, uncurling his long limbs and standing up, "nobody
gets any action tonight."
"Actually, I, er," Remus said and cleared his throat. "I snogged Helen. Or
rather, she did. I hadn't planned to, but I was asking her about James and she
just sort'f …"
Sirius was giving him a weird look.
"What? You think James is going to be angry?"
"Doubt it."
"What then?"
Sirius stared at the floor. "I just didn't think you were all that into girls,
Moony," he said eventually.
"Um, well, I mean I'm not, so far. Wait – what do you mean by that, Sirius?"
asked Remus in a sudden moment of clarity.
There was a pause as Sirius scuffed moodily at the flagstones with his shoe.
"Nothing." Sirius said. "It's just that … You're careful who you trust, and
since my great balls up, there's not been much flirting in your life. I don't
really know what I'm talking about."
Sirius looked up, his eyes dark.
Remus was suddenly aware of how small the alcove was and how very, very close
they were. He could feel Sirius' breath in puffs against his cheek and see the
pulse racing at Sirius' throat. There wasn't enough air.
"No, you don't," Remus said unevenly and stepped into the corridor without even
checking if it was clear. The corridor was empty and he supposed that Peter and
James had gone up to bed already; it seemed a good idea to join them as soon as
possible.
"I won't tell them, Remus," Sirius said quietly from behind him.
"It doesn't matter." Remus replied, hurrying down the stairs.
Sirius caught his sleeve, tugging him to a halt. "I didn't hear that."
"I said it doesn't matter!" Remus hissed. "It isn't – I'm not into her. It
wasn't important, and I won't do it again, so I don't intend to tell James,
alright? And I'm not interested in your theories about whom I do or don't
fancy. Leave it, Sirius."
He jerked away angrily, aware that he might be over-reacting, but then surely
he had right to overreact after that stunt with the Whomping Willow. Things had
been difficult in recent months because the friendship between them was fragile
and contingent. In the chain of trust that held the Marauders together, Sirius
and Remus were the weak link.
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James and Peter had almost reached the Portrait Hole when someone yanked James'
invisibility cloak off and Peter fled with a squeak into the shadows.
That someone was a furious Lily Evans, who stood holding the cloak aloft
victoriously. James could see pink pyjama bottoms poking out beneath her school
robes, but the Prefect's badge glinted threateningly in the candlelight.
"What? Er, how ..." James said lamely.
"I'm not stupid, James Potter!" she snapped. "Did you think it wasn't obvious
that you were sneaking about? You can't just do whatever you want – and why
were you outside anyway?"
"I was, er, meeting a girl," James admitted, since he couldn't see any point in
lying. "But it didn't work out."
"I'm not surprised!" Lily said furiously. "You aren't God's gift to women,
Potter, just because you play Quidditch and you're good looking. You behave
like a five-year-old! A bullying five-year-old."
"That's not fair," protested James, "I haven't done anything to Snivellus for
months."
"That isn't the impression I get," Lily retorted. "I don't know what you did to
him in autumn, but I can tell it was horrible. He looked unhappy for days, and
he hates you --"
"That wasn't me, that was Sirius," James said, in flagrant breach of Marauder
Rule 1: Don't Drop Your Mates in the Shit.
"It doesn't matter!" Lily shrilled. "I don't want your pathetic excuses! I've
seen you tormenting him, and you and Sirius are as bad as each other."
"Why do you care so much," James asked, "when it's apparent he doesn't care for
you?"
Lily recoiled, her face pale in the dim light.
"Because people are people," she said in a shaking voice. "You can't just hurt
them or dismiss them or trample over them; otherwise you're as bad as the
Slytherins are. Can't you see that?"
"That's what you think of me?" James said quietly.
"Yes," announced Lily, "it is. And you'll continue to be unbearable until the
miraculous day when you grow up."
With that she turned and stomped through the portrait hole, taking his cloak
with her. The rat hurried after her, leaving an all-too-visible James behind.
Lily Evans thought he was a bad as the Death Eaters? How could she think that,
especially when --
"Are you going in or not? Some of us would like to get some sleep," said the
Fat Lady tetchily.
"Yeah, fine," James mumbled and climbed through the portrait hole.
"Evans thinks I'm childish and a bully," he mused. "And – and she thinks I'm
good looking! She said so. Good looking. That's encouraging. I already promised
Dumbledore that we'd stay away from Snape, and I'm sure a little 'growing up'
can be arranged. That might make me 'bearable'."
There were two months of sixth year left and James resolved to try doing things
Lily's way. Besides which, he had to get the cloak back.
----------------------------
Remus was climbing the stairs to Gryffindor Tower when shouts rang out from
above, causing both him and Sirius to duck into the shadow of the banisters.
They were too far away to catch the words, but the shrill, unhappy voice
sounded distinctly female.
"Someone's caught James," said Sirius, stating the obvious. "Sounds a bit like
Evans. He might not mind, in that case."
"Shut up."
Sirius bent his head down to Remus' ear, and his breath was hot against Remus'
skin.
"I'm sorry," Sirius whispered, "for that night and for whatever I said earlier
that upset you. I want things back the way they were."
"I can't do that," Remus whispered back.
"Tell me what I can do, then," Sirius said, his voice husky and insistent.
Sirius' hair brushed Remus' neck, making him very aware of the proximity of
Sirius' lips. The thought sent shivers through him, which was startling, but
not as startling as the desire to lift a hand towards Sirius, to touch him.
Remus moved away sharply and saw the hurt in Sirius expression. The angry voice
continued sporadically for another minute and then there was silence upstairs.
Neither of them spoke again, except for the murmured password to the Fat Lady.
Remus lay awake in bed, staring blankly at the canopy above as he tried to make
sense of the evening. "I fancy Sirius," he told himself, testing the idea,
tasting it. "I fancy Sirius."
The thought of Sirius lying naked, barely metres away, was strange and exciting
in a way it had never been before. Remus could hear him breathing softly, a
sound that might have been soothing if Remus weren't distracted by the memory
of those breaths fluttering against his skin. It took him a long time to fall
asleep.
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The inevitable result of the disturbed night's sleep was that Remus woke late
the next morning and had a frantic rush to arrive in time for breakfast. When
he walked into the hall, James was announcing proudly that "Evans thinks I'm –
just wait for it - good looking!"
"Oh yeah?" Sirius asked, glancing at Peter. "What d'you reckon, Pete?"
"She did say that," Peter admitted, loyally, "though she also called him a
'bullying five-year-old'. Spose you're very good looking for a five-year-old,
James."
They all laughed and Lily threw them a scorching glare which caused James
mutter urgently, "Shut up, she's heard us!"
"So all thoughts of Weiss are forgotten?" Sirius enquired.
"Yeah, what happened with that?" Peter asked.
"She wasn't interested," Remus replied, trying not to blush. "Helen reckons
you're cute enough, but, umm, not her type. She might be a bit too
intellectual, I think."
"More Remus' type, then," James said, sounding very cheerful for a man who'd
just been rejected.
"I wouldn't say that, exactly," Remus said, awkwardly, glancing down into his
porridge. He took a deep breath and continued, before his courage failed, "I
think, maybe, I'm not all that into girls."
"Plenty of time for that, though," James said encouragingly and took a large
bite of toast.
"No. I mean. That is --"
"I suspect Remus is saying that he's interested in people who aren't girls,"
Sirius said quietly.
James made odd squeaky, crunchy noises around his mouthful of toast.
Peter's mouth dropped open. After gawping for a moment, he said, "So, that
would be boys?"
"Yeah. Maybe," said Remus, steeling himself to look at them.
When he glanced up, he met Sirius' eyes. His expression was intent, unusually
solemn, and if a dozen dungbombs had exploded in the hall at that moment, Remus
doubted that Sirius would have noticed.
The moment was broken by James choking on the toast, requiring Sirius to thump
him firmly on the back several times and drawing peals of laughter from the
other tables.
When they sat down again, Peter was eating his own toast with some care and
looking worriedly at Remus, who'd turned very red.
"Thanks for drawing attention to us, Prongs," Remus said, sotto voce.
"They don't matter," James said dismissively, "you matter, we matter. Marauders
stick together, right?"
"Right," Peter confirmed
"Sirius?" James said, in a tone with an edge.
"Of course," Sirius said.
"There you are, Remus. Whoever you fancy is okay, because we'll support you
whatever," James concluded. "Besides, all the more girls for us, eh Sirius?"
"Sure," Sirius replied, but his eyes didn't move from Remus.
"Excuse me!" said Peter.
"And Pete, of course," James said, pushing away the remnants of his toast. "Got
your eye on anyone in particular?"
"Isolde Zabini is pretty hot," Peter volunteered
"Only if the idea of being poisoned after sex appeals to you," Sirius warned.
"Stay well clear."
Peter looked glum.
"Remus? Anyone we know?" James asked.
"I'm not sure yet," Remus answered. "I'll let you know."
James turned to Sirius, who seemed to be looking at a point halfway down Remus'
chest. "What's up with you?"
Sirius coloured slightly and said, "Um, Remus' shirt is buttoned up wrong."
"Right," James said doubtfully, looking from Remus to Sirius.
Obviously James could tell that there was something odd about the dynamic
between them, but he seemed prepared to ignore it for the time being.
Remus looked around at his friends: bright, wild-haired James; solid, reliable
Peter; and then Sirius, fickle, dangerous and beautiful as a flame. There was a
gleam in Sirius' eye, signifying some crazy scheme or epiphany. Nothing about
Sirius was safe or orderly; kissing Sirius would be like issuing an invitation
to chaos.
Sirius smiled at him, that same heart-breaking smile he'd directed at dozens of
girls with such success, and Remus fled.
He avoided Sirius all day, and it was an unpleasant surprise to find Sirius
alone in their dormitory when he returned from dinner. Sirius sat bolt upright
on the bed and said, "Remus! I want to --"
"I'm going for a bath," Remus said curtly and ran in the direction of the
Prefect's bathroom.
He was floating on his back, enjoying the bubbles and sanctuary when Sirius'
voice said, "You can't keep running away."
Remus flailed in surprise, sunk and then surfaced to see Sirius kick off his
shoes and socks.
"We've gotta talk," Sirius said, removing his school robe.
"I don't want to talk," Remus evaded, trying and failing not to gaze at the way
Sirius' hands were slowly unbuttoning his shirt.
Sirius paused for a moment at the lowest button, his eyes fixed intently on
Remus, and Remus realised that this was deliberate. Sirius was putting on a
show; for him.
"Put that back on, Sirius," he said hoarsely, but Sirius ignored him, sliding
out of the shirt and tossing it onto the floor. His upper body was bare, except
for the Gryffindor tie knotted around his neck.
"Okay, don't talk," Sirius said in a low, smooth voice. "I have other ideas for
how to communicate."
Now, Sirius' hands were slowly unbuckling his belt. He unclasped the trousers
and stepped out of them, revealing long muscled legs and boxer shorts that were
covering …
Oh Merlin. Remus took a deep breath and plunged under the water, trying to get
as far away from temptation as possible.
He should have known that it wouldn't work, because he surfaced breathless and
was confronted by the sight of Sirius removing his boxers. Naked but for the
red tie, Sirius walked towards the edge of the pool.
For a moment Sirius looked like a big predator stalking a creature at the
waterhole; his long, lithe body wholly focused on the target, and Remus
shivered at the thought of being prey.
"Are you coming out, or do I have to come in and get you?" Sirius asked
hungrily.
"Neither," said Remus, and Sirius jumped into the huge bath.
He surfaced a couple of metres away and waded towards Remus, his hair,
eyelashes and that damned tie dark with water. It was without a doubt the
sexiest thing Remus had ever seen. It might also be Sirius' worst – no, make
that second worst – idea ever.
"Tell me you don't want this," Sirius demanded.
Remus quivered, unable to form the words because they wouldn't be true, because
of course he wanted Sirius, but it was incredibly reckless and ill advised and
--
Sirius kissed him. He was slick and naked, all hard muscle pressing against
Remus' body, and it was nothing, nothing like being kissed by anyone else.
Remus felt a wild, dangerous surge of desire, like lightning, like the moments
before he changed where the moon called harder than he could resist.
Remus moaned and Sirius slammed him back against the wall of the pool, ducking
his head to bite hard at the base of Remus' neck.
"Damned Weiss," Sirius said in a voice that was almost a growl. "I've wanted
you for ages, Remus, and you had to grope somebody else to notice."
"You didn't -- fuck!" Remus muttered, distracted by the way Sirius arched
forward and brushed their cocks together in the thick, warm embrace of the
water. "Should've said."
Sirius paused in his task of biting a hot trail down Remus' shoulder.
"I should've told you when I realised?" he asked in an ironic tone that verged
on bitter, "The morning after Snape's moonlit --"
Instinctively Remus shoved Sirius backwards, and he stumbled, almost going
under.
"I'm an idiot," Sirius said quietly, "I know that. I can't fix things but you
must know, you have to know, that I won't do anything like that again."
The apology wasn't enough, but no apology would ever be enough: you couldn't
undo something just by wishing it. It was possible that Sirius had learnt his
lesson, just as it was possible that he hadn't and would betray Remus again, or
that his good intentions would come to nothing.
If things were going to be right between then, truly right, then Remus would
have to trust him and damn the risks. Deciding to trust someone was easier said
than done, though, especially when there risks involved being outed as a
werewolf. Sirius could ruin his life three times before breakfast, perhaps
without even intending to do it.
Remus was conscious of Sirius' silent gaze and the thudding of his own frantic
heartbeat.
"You swear?" he asked eventually, his eyes meeting Sirius'.
"Yes," Sirius said softly, moving in to kiss him. "Yes."
One of Sirius' hands cupped Remus' neck, but the other moved down his back,
tracing meaningless shapes on his damp skin.
"I missed you," Sirius murmured as he pressed a kiss to Remus' jaw. "And it was
entirely my fault that I missed you, and I didn't know what to … There wasn't
anything I could say to make things better. Those silences …"
"Were horrible," Remus whispered, lips brushing the faint stubble on Sirius'
cheek. He was half-hoping that Sirius wouldn't hear him as he said, "I know. I
missed you too."
Sirius kissed a soft line along his neck to the sensitive hollow under his ear,
and then gently took the earlobe in his teeth.
"Can I?" he asked indistinctly.
"Can you what?" said Remus stupidly, caught off-guard by the shift away from
the emotional wreckage of the autumn.
"Can I touch you?" Sirius said, nipping gently at his earlobe again.
It took Remus a moment to realise what the question meant and then he flushed.
"Um. That's. Yes."
Sirius continued nipping at his earlobe but the hand on his back slid lower,
skimming over the curve of his bum before trailing slowly over Remus' hipbone
and across his stomach. The skin was exquisitely sensitive, and Remus almost
flinched under the touch.
Sirius glanced at him, looking uncharacteristically nervous, and then his
fingers dipped to trace along Remus cock with a faint touch that felt almost
silky. Sirius seemed hesitant, stroking slowly with his fingers and then
brushing his thumb over the head, setting Remus' nerve endings alight.
Remus' breath hitched and Sirius's head tilted up, a hint of a smile in his
eyes.
"Nice?"
"Yeah," Remus breathed, and Sirius' fingers resumed their tentative movements.
"I haven't …" Sirius said after a moment. "I don't really know what I'm doing
here."
"Good," said Remus, surprised by how possessive he felt.
"I'll just make it up as we go along then, shall I?" Sirius asked, smiling in a
way that was familiar from a dozen dares, a hundred pranks. Wild
extemporization seemed to be Sirius' favourite plan, even though it usually
ended in disaster.
"Speaking of disaster--" interjected Remus' better judgement, but he shoved
those thoughts away. It was too late to change his mind now, so disaster would
come or it wouldn't. He hoped it would be worth it.
Remus grasped Sirius' tie and tugged him into a kiss. Sirius arched towards him
and then moaned when Remus licked a trail up his neck. Remus wanted to hear
more of those moans; to drink them in and lose himself in the overwhelming
sensation of possessing Sirius.
Then Sirius' hand seemed to find a rhythm and Remus' brain shut down entirely
as his body panted and writhed. Sirius' eyes were glued to Remus' face and
Remus turned away; this was too real, too intimate and he could easily drown in
that gaze. Instead he kissed Sirius' arm and neck, whatever skin he could
reach, murmuring an incoherent litany of 'god', 'Sirius', 'yes' ...
The pressure built, built and then he came with an intensity that felt as if he
was dissolving or shaking apart, his vision flashing white like an exploding
supernova.
Remus drew in a shaking breath and another before daring a glance at Sirius.
What he saw was undiluted desire, a want so raw and urgent it was almost need,
and when he brushed the palm of his hand along Sirius' cock, Sirius groaned.
It was completely different to touching himself, but Sirius' skin was warm, the
water provided slick, perfect friction and it was instinctive to guide his
movements by Sirius' sounds and shudders. Remus couldn't tell what Sirius was
thinking - what this meant and whether it mattered - but it was easy to tell
what he liked.
Remus knew a lot of things that Sirius liked: gobstoppers and acid drops, joke
potions and elegant Arithmancy proofs, belly laughter and vengeance, and this
twisting movement of his fingers was another thing to add to the list. It was
something that perhaps only he knew, or perhaps a score of people.
The thought of other people touching Sirius like this made him greedy and
nervous all at once, trying to memorise the way Sirius moved and sounded in
case this were his only chance. It was the moment before Sirius spilled over
his hand that Remus realised he was hard again already; just from doing this,
from touching Sirius.
He held Sirius until the tremors stopped and Sirius's head lifted from where it
had been nestled in the hollow of Remus' neck.
"I declare this means of communication a success," Sirius said, raising a hand
to tilt Remus' chin for a kiss. "I reckon we should do a lot more of it."
The kiss could have been perfunctory or dismissive, but it wasn't. It was warm,
sloppy and under the ministrations of Sirius' tongue, Remus' insecurities
melted like wax around a candle flame.
When he could breathe again Remus said, "Eventually James and Peter will wonder
where we are."
Sirius laughed and the movement rippled through both their bodies like a very
happy earthquake. "I think they'll work out what's happening," he said. "For
once, I'm glad we lost the map."
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