Few things before you get the actual story. 1) I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING, at least Harry Potter related.

2) This is written as a project for C.A.S. (those attending IB know what I'm talking about), so my teacher actually has to check this. This means I had to refrain myself from use of my vivid imagination, otherwise I might be held responsible for a wave of insanity in my school (not like it's not there already).

3) I DO love reviews, as much as every author, and I'm looking forward to hear any opinions you have about my writing, even if those are just flames (I can use those to keep my feet warm, Poland is getting colder).

4) As one can deduce from the previous point, English IS NOT my first language, so I want to apologize for all the mistakes that made reading this a royal pain in the ass. I'll do better next time, I promise.

5) Those who are familiar with my writing know what to expect, but anyways, I warn you, THERE WILL BE YAOI, even if not very graphic one. Anyone disturbed by the thought of boys kissing, groping, snogging (it will be happening, I promise), has got a problem, that I am not going to deal with. You can either leave or flame me, I don't care, you were warned.

So on with the story. Oh, and obviously, the story is the puppy love kind (Remus Lupin/Sirius Black), set in MWPP era... ENJOY!

Vivienne Langford

Chapter 1: In Fervour of a Moment

Remus' breath hitched. Damn those hormones. Was he always going to respond like this whenever Sirius walked into the room, spreading his heavy, musky scent all over the place? His scent was a mixture of cinnamon, smoke from his cigarettes, a bit of whatever was in the fire whiskey he liked so much, and sex. Loads and loads of sex. It made Remus ache for him even more.

He'd had this feeling ever since he'd seen Sirius after the summer break between second and third year in Hogwarts. That's when Sirius started smoking and Remus was the first one to know. He knew even before he saw Sirius, his werewolf senses telling him everything about the person approaching him and James. The person who was so familiar, yet so strange. That was the day when Remus, ever so strict about the rules and irritated even by the thought of smoke scent, found out that smoking Sirius was the right Sirius. And it had been about Sirius ever since. He never got himself a girlfriend, not that he liked girls in the first place anyways. But he never got himself boyfriend either, since his mind was always full of the black-haired boy he shared a dorm with.

And now he was in middle of his fifth year at Hogwarts and he did nothing about his feeling. How could he, since Sirius was giving quite a vast amount of signals that he held no interest in boys, bringing an unending stream of girls into the dorm or being caught in "indecent situations" in the broom closet, sometimes twice in one evening. Unfortunately for the young werewolf, also the prefect who had to patrol the castle after curfew, he was the one who found him most often. It never cost Sirius any detention or point loss, but it broke Remus' heart every time.

Sirius sat down in the library chair next to him. A jolt shot down Remus' spine, when the other boy leaned towards him and whispered into his ear:

"We got a surprise for you, Moony."

"Oh, really?"

Sirius grinned devilishly, while something melted and twanged inside the smaller boy's chest. Grey eyes pierced right through him, as if knowing what effect they had on him.

"Well," said Sirius, playing with a bang of his too long hair. "Obviously I can't tell you or there wouldn't be a surprise. But just wait until the next full moon..."

"Sirius!"

The grey-eyed boy laughed as he saw his best friend pouting at him. It made him look so... adorable. He shook his head. Why on earth did he think about Remus as adorable?

"But," he said. "I don't think it would hurt if I showed you. Just remember to act surprised next month or James will be very disappointed."

"Ok."

"But I can't show you here, come on!"

With that he grabbed Remus' hand and dragged him towards the Gryffindor Tower. The werewolf barely registered the number of hallways they walked through and the stairways they climbed; the only thought on his mind was the feeling of Sirius' hand in his. A big, warm, Quidditch-calloused hand held his slighter, paler, scarred one.

Only when they were in the boys' dormitory and Sirius let go of his hand, did Remus realize here he was. He could see how agitated the other boy was, just from seeing his eyes dart around the room as he rocked backed and forth, as if wondering whether or not Remus would like the surprise.

"So, can you show me now?" asked the werewolf, agitated by Sirius' presence so close to him.

"Yeah, right..."

Sirius Black almost smacked himself on the forehead. How could he get all awkward around his best mate? It's not like it was a date or something. Just, maybe, Remus wouldn't like what they did. Or worse, he would like it but say he must report it to McGonagall. Nah, his Remus wouldn't do anything like it.

What the hell! Since when do you think of him as 'yours'?

The boy wanted to growl at the stupid voice inside his head, but instead he focused on what he with James and Peter had prepared for Remus for the next full moon. He shook his raven black hair back and focused, feeling his limbs rearranging and fur covering his body...

Remus stared at him, too shocked to speak. Right there, right in front of him, Sirius was changing into something. At first he thought it was some sort of illusion, then that the Grim decided to pay him a visit. But when the animal looked at him with bright grey eyes, with an unmistakable glint of mischief, Remus realized he was facing an enormous black dog. He stepped a bit closer, as if he was expecting the dog to disappear into thin air, and then put a shaking hand on the animal's shaggy head. The dog leaned into the touch, whimpering a little as if asking to be petted. When Remus obliged, the Sirius-dog let out a happy bark and shifted back to human.

Remus immediately withdrew his hand, regretting the loss of the feeling of the silky hair from underneath his fingers. Just for a second he thought Sirius looked hurt, but he blamed it on the shock. He couldn't feel the same way. Not ever.

"So," he asked, trying to sound casual. "What do you think?"

"Sirius... I don't... You... How...?"

Remus was obviously too shocked to say anything, but before the Animagus could respond, the werewolf launched himself forward, pressing his lips against Sirius'. In that very second, his brain seemed to shut down and all he could think of was how soft those lips were and how they pressed against him with just the right pressure. Sirius couldn't stop the moan when a tip of Remus' tongue licked his lower lip, begging for entrance, which was granted to him the very same moment.

Just as he reached to stroke Remus' hair, he felt the smaller boy pulling away, his cheeks flushing red. Sirius opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Remus, obviously mistaking it for resentment, shook his head and ran out of the room. Sirius tried to follow, but he tripped on one of James' Quidditch books and fell to the floor. He closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

He didn't know how long he'd lain there. He opened his eyes when he heard someone calling out his name. It was James.

"What's up Prongs?" he said, using their new nicknames.

"Nothing. Did I see Remus running out of here, all teary eyed?" asked James.

"No, you didn't."

Something in Sirius' voice made James shut up immediately. He'd never heard his friend sound so... dangerous. As if Sirius was on the edge of his patience, and few more words would send him spiralling down. And that would not be a pretty sight. So instead of pressing the matter further, he slipped into his bed and promptly fell asleep. Sirius lay on the floor for a little while, waiting for Remus to return.

It was now three o'clock and the werewolf hadn't returned yet. The black haired boy finally got up from where he lay and stretched his protesting muscles. He didn't feel like sleeping right now, so he walked down the stairs to the common room.

He was about to step out of the shadow, when he heard a heartbreaking sob. He was taken aback, when he found out that the seat in front of the fireplace was already taken by the light framed boy with a mop of honey coloured hair. Then he heard a silent sniff, and Remus turned around, sensing Sirius' presence.

The other boy's heart hurt at the sight before him. Remus' hair was tousled, his face flushed and his eyes had red rims, from each eye identical glistening trails made their way down the boy's face. Sirius wanted to kiss this face, soothe the pain etched in those eyes, but all he could do was to stare at the young werewolf before him.

"Sirius, please... I didn't mean..."

Sirius flinched when he heard Remus' hoarse whisper, filled with so much emotion that it was a bloody miracle Remus could contain them all. Again, Remus had mistaken Sirius' gesture and new tears flowed down his delicate face.

"Please, don't tell... I'll do anything..."

Sirius had enough. He couldn't listen to Remus begging him like that. And he did the first thing that came to his mind. He took a giant leap forward and kissed Remus soundly. The younger boy's breath hitched and his hands travelled up Sirius' chest to the back of his neck. The black haired boy savoured the feeling, afraid that he'd be pushed away again. But no, Remus held him as if his life depended on it. Even when they had to part when their lungs screamed for oxygen, the werewolf held him tight, his fingers tangling in Sirius' long hair.

The minutes past. Only when the first morning noises could be heard from upstairs, Remus disentangled himself from Sirius, not missing the scowl of disappointment on the Animagus' face.

"Sorry about that," he said, wiping his face. Without another word he was out through the portrait hole, leaving a stunned Sirius behind.

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