A/N: So, my first Remus/Sirius fanfic! Reviews are very welcome, as are flames (I've never had one, and want one!)
DISCLAIMER: The fact I have to put this shows I don't own them 3:
Chapter One: Nothing. It Means Nothing.
Remus sits on the sofa in the Common Room, staring into the fire, which sinks lower as midnight approaches... Passes... What else was he expecting?
As the minute hand on his watch slides towards the 12, he stifles a yawn. Nearly 3am. He should be asleep. And yet...
A noise jerks his head up, eyes fixing on the opening portrait hole.
"'Ello, Moony," Sirius slurs cheerfully. Drunk. Again. And what girl has he been with tonight? Just another in a long line of many. Sirius attempts to climb in, falls, and lies there on the floor, giggling slightly.
Remus gets up - he can't help it, it's like a magnet is pulling him - and walks over, bending down to offer his hand to Sirius to pull him to his feet.
Sirius takes him by surprise, yanking him down onto the floor next to him, and nuzzles into his neck. Remus' eyes widen, and he tries to pull away, but the other boy is stronger. "Sirius, you're n-not thinking straight."
"No, I'm thinking gay." Sirius won't let him escape, pulling him closer. He knows of Remus' sexuality. Everyone does, since he came out. Surprisingly, no-one cares. Some are even interested in him. But never the only boy he wants.
Sirius kisses Remus, taking him by surprise. He tries to resist him, but gives in, kissing back, eyes closing. His first kiss with a guy. But when Sirius' hand slips downwards, Remus' eyes open, widen, and he breaks the kiss. "Sirius, what does this mean to you?" He whispers, unable to meet his eyes.
There's a pause. "Nothing. It means nothing." Sirius answers. He always tells the truth, even when he's drunk.
Remus' eyes sting, and he breaks free from his best friend's grasp, getting slightly unsteadily to his feet, as if he's the one who's had a few too many. "That's the problem. To me, it means everything."
Sirius lies there, not moving, drunken-hazed eyes watching him blankly.
Remus turns, and walks away.
Unrequited love. Whoever knew emotional pain cuts deeper than any knife?