Victory

"Just be quiet, you," Sirius chuckled, pushing a playful Moony off of his arm.

"Mmm," Remus grinned as he started nuzzling Sirius's arm again. "I don't want to be quiet. I want to make noise. I want you to make me make noise."

"Yes, my most darling Moony, but I have work to do."

"Since when?" Remus asked, pressing Sirius' jaw with his lips. Not quite kissing it, but making his presence felt.

"Since I saw Dumbledore today. He gave me work to do," Sirius said. He tried to be irritated, he really did, but he just kept getting these really frustrating images of him and Remus, him in Remus, Remus in him, and so forth. You get the picture. At any rate, it was distracting.

And so was Remus. The little golden-eyed, brown haired man had been working his way carefully into Sirius' lap, one limb at a time. Sirius had been making a vain attempt at working around the other man, but now it was rather difficult to get to the papers on the table with a full-grown man perched on his lap.

"Scusie," Remus said, in his best French accent followed by a 'oh hau hau' laugh.

"Oh, bloody hell," Sirius said. He dropped his quill and leant back in the chair, and gasped when a hand slid its way down his chest to rest rather comfortably on his… lower regions.

"Why hello, my little Sirius," Remus chuckled. "Fancy seeing you here, all… perky at this hour."

"Shut up," Sirius grumbled.

"I wasn't talking to you," Remus said, one eyebrow raised. He shifted himself on Sirius' lap, moving his other hand down to start removing Sirius' belt.

"I try so hard to work," Sirius said, all falsely resigned. He shook his head and swallowed as he felt his belt slide around him and then watched in fear as a grinning Remus threw the thing across the room.

"Much better," Remus grinned.

"I'm not going to get any work done, am I?" Sirius asked.

"You never did any work at school," Remus pointed out, rather unhelpfully.

"Fair point," Sirius said. "You can do my work in the morning."

"So long as I can do you tonight," Remus quipped.

"Well, if that's the way of things," Sirius said. He grabbed onto Remus' legs, which were by now nearly wrapped around Sirius' waist. Sirius stood up, lifting his Remus up with him, and carried him into the bedroom.

"Ah, the things I do,"Sirius said, jokingly rolling his eyes as he switched off the light. Remus grinned.

"Victory."