All characters and wizardly sugary items are creations of JK Rowling. Not me. Now, go eat some sugar, but remember, kids, brush those teeth afterwards. I don't want you all getting cavities, now, do I?
Remus Lupin was bouncing off the walls. Not literally, of course. The sixteen year old boy had simply had far too much sugar that day. He had consumed three whole bars of Honeydukes' finest, an endless amount of Fizzing Whizbees, five Chocolate Frogs and an Acid Pop.
Sirius was in a state of bemusement as he watched his friend run around the common room, playing tricks on a group of first years, jumping on the huge fluffy chair in front of the fireplace and throwing any books he could get his hands on in the air. Remus was acting, well, to be frank, he was acting like Sirius.
Figuring that enough was enough, Sirius tapped his lycanthrope friend on the shoulder and demanded that he go upstairs to their dorm room, right this moment, mister.
Remus considered Sirius' order for a second, then promptly decided it would be much more fun to ignore the dark-haired boy and pounce on him instead.
Pushing Sirius to the floor, Remus straddled Sirius and quickly leaned forward to press his lips against the other boys. It took a while for Sirius to realise what was happening. The common room slowly faded and all Sirius saw was the boy above him. His brain kicked in and he realised he was supposed to kiss back. The kiss was slow and lazy at first. Soon, Remus slid his tongue across Sirius' lower lip and his friend opened his mouth, allowing Remus' tongue to explore.
Almost as soon as the kiss had started, it was finished, much to Sirius' disappointment. Remus jumped off Sirius and laughed manically and ran away, all the time his loud laughter could be heard.
Dazed and confused, Sirius lay still for a few seconds before hopping to his feet and chasing after the werewolf.
He was out of breath and extremely tired. He had been running around the school, looking for Remus ever since said boy had ran off. This was all too confusing for the eldest Black. Did his best friend like him the way he himself liked his best friend? Was the kiss merely the result of far too much sugar? Sirius just didn't know.
He collapsed on Remus' bed with a dull thud, trying to catch his breath once more. Exhaustion was starting to take over and he could feel himself being tugged towards sleep. Sirius gave in and fell into an uneasy slumber, only to be woken in what seemed like mere minutes.
The bed drooped on both sides of his head and hips. He could feel hot breath ghost over his face. Sirius opened his silver eyes to glare at the intruder of sleep, only to soften as he saw it was the boy he had caused him such tiredness.
Smiling lazily, Sirius raised his head and slowly pressed his lips against Remus' in a chaste kiss, letting his head fall back onto the pillow.
'You're okay with this? Us? Is there an us?' Remus asked, now sobered from his sugar rush.
'Of course I am. I mean, if-if you are, that is.'
'Of course I am. Now, you're on my bed and therefore you have two options. Get your sexy arse off or-'
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