Remus Lupin lay on the floor in front of the Gryffindor fire, Firewhiskey bottle resting on its side, its contents empty. He hummed sleepily, listening to the happy ramblings in his head and the crackling of the fire dieing in the grate. A door opened and closed behind him but he paid it little heed. Some one chuckled and bent down beside him shaking his shoulders to rouse him from his contented, drunken stupor.
"Rem, wake up. It's time to go to bed." The voice was quiet and kind, slightly irritated and about to laugh. Remus rolled over, smiling up at Sirius Black, "My god Rem, how much did you three drink? I was only in detention a couple hours."
"It's okay, Sirius. We missed you." He felt himself giggle. The floor was spinning slightly as he lay there and the blonde boy made no attempt to get up, staring at Sirius with a happy smile, breathing deeply as sleep came on again, "I love you Padfoot."
Sirius loved drunk Remus. He wasn't a useful as sober Remus but he was relaxed and he smiled when he had a bit of alcohol in his system and he said things that he would never say otherwise, with his guards up all day long. Sirius ruffled his tawny hair, "I love you too."
Remus started humming again, a soft little melody. Slowly he started singing, looking up at Sirius with those soft brown eyes that were often the voice of reason but now they were tired and happy. Sirius bent over him smiling as well and petted his soft hair, and Remus closed his eyes, lips still moving in their quiet song that was any audible when Sirius was as close as he was.
"You're so cute when you're drunk." Remus lay beneath him, smiling away, head tilted as he looked up at him almost expectantly.
What the hell? He barely remembers anything when he's drunk. What would it hurt?
So Sirius leaned down and kissed Remus's alcohol laced lips. The other boy didn't pull away but kissed him back, softly, gently, his hand resting around Sirius's neck. The fire blazed for a moment as the flames found the last bit of burnable wood at its heart, lighting everything in oranges and reds and yellows. Sirius could feel how soft Remus's lips were and beneath the alcohol he could taste honey and tea and chocolate.
Slowly hesitantly the sober boy pulled back for a breath of air and somehow couldn't seem to speak a word. With the light of the fire's last embers playing across Remus's pale face and light hair he was beautiful. It was so often that he saw Remus with bags under his eyes, ink stains on his fingers, sweating and scared of nightmares that he never saw how beautiful he was when he finally smiled. His lips were red and slightly parted, showing his white teeth, but the best thing about his smile was what it did to his eyes, making them shine like diamonds. So often they were tired and sore from reading late at night but they sparkled now, until he couldn't resist but kiss the werewolf again.
Late that night once he had dragged the inebriated werewolf into his bed, Sirius lay awake, singing the song that Remus had been singing. Somehow he knew it but couldn't imagine how. It was probably something Remus had played before on his bewitched machine by his bed. It was slow and it lulled him into sleep until he was snoring slightly into his pillow, without a clue in his head of what he had started that night.