A/N: OK, this is the first chapter in what should be a short fic of maybe three or four chapters, I don't know yet. So please review with suggestions, comments, constructive criticism etc.

Warnings: This is M rated full on SLASH regarding Remus and Sirius. I don't want to corrupt innocent minds, just fuel the imagination of fellow R/S shippers like myself.

Please don't flame me. All I will do is laugh at the flames, send them to all my friends for them to laugh at and delete. I really couldn't care if you think slash is wrong etc. so don't bother telling me.

Dedication: I never write these, but I feel one should be written for JK. I finished her last book two days ago, and I think she's so amazing for sticking with it all for 17 years of her life. Maybe she approves of slash, maybe not. Who cares?

Disclaimer: And finally (sorry- couple of rants in there somewhere!) I don't, sadly, own anything or anyone related to the world of Harry Potter.

"Hey, guys! We're here!" Sirius and Remus walked into the kitchen, Sirius sprawling himself over the worktops like he owned the place.

"Oh, thank Merlin!" Lily appeared from the sitting room in a flattering green-silk dress robe with baby Harry on her hip. Her gaze fell on Sirius' hand, which had been reaching out for the fruit bowl, curving around Remus' back and dragging his fingers across his shoulders before grabbing a pear and retracting his hand hastily upon seeing the red-haired witch's eyes flash dangerously in warning.

"Oh, hi Lily. Harry's growing fast, isn't he? Aren't you, mate?" Remus strode over the polished wooden floor towards the baby and his mother to coo over his chubby cheeks and ever-growing mane of dark hair.

Sirius wiped his brow theatrically, wondering how willing Lily now was in letting the pair look after her only child.

Not that she has much of a choice… Sirius thought with satisfaction as he watched Remus play a quick round of peek-a-boo before the baby reached up and tugged a lock of the werewolf's honey-coloured hair.

"Are you ready to go, darling? Oh, hey guys." James Potter walked in; his messy hair as always untamed and flopped repeatedly into his face.

"Don't worry about a thing, Uncle Sirius and Auntie Remus have it all under control." Sirius got down off the drainage board to chivvy husband and wife out of the room and towards the back door ready for apparition.

On the way towards the door, Sirius felt hot breath on his ear as his partner whispered "Why, pray, am I 'Auntie' Remus?"

"Because," Sirius responded out of the corner of his mouth to prevent any possible outbursts of 'Not in front of the children' lectures from Lily. "I'm nearly always on top…" A playful hand slapped him on his leather-clad rear in protest as they reached the door and Lily handed Harry to Remus- the safer option, she hoped.

"Now, be good, Harry dear." She turned to his babysitters, a steely glint in her keen green eyes, and a hand on her hip.

"Ground rules: No flying, especially not on that infernal motorbike,"

"Her name is Miranda, and she's a very sensitive machine."

"Whatever. No transfiguration of Harry or anything else,"

"Damn."

"No SWEARING,"

"Bugger…oh, damn. Sorry, Lil."

"Sirius will try, Lily. No promises, mind…"

"No drinking, no smoking, no leaving the house to go to clubs, bars or anything decidedly adult…"

"Lily, darling. At this rate, they won't be able to do anything at all!" James tried to pull his wife away towards the door, but with little success.

"James dear, in case you hadn't noticed, that was the general idea."

Sirius rolled his eyes at James behind Lily's back before placing a hand over his heart and an arm around Remus' shoulders, Harry snuggling up in the werewolf's arms.

"We swear, over the thing that means the most to us both (me, incidentally) that we will not perform any magic on Harry, the furniture, or the house in general. We won't go flying again…"

"Too right we won't!" Exclaimed Remus, taking Harry from his mother into protective arms. "Last time we tried that, you nearly dropped - um…me," he finished, rather lamely, in Sirius' opinion, as he faltered under the killer glare now directed at him from the pretty red-head.

"Don't tell me. Don't even…" Lily shuddered, backing into her husband who placed his arms around her waist and pulled her gently to one side, looking straight at his two best friends.

"Just don't do it, ok?" He steered his wife towards the garden path, kissing his son on his way past.

"Bye bye, mini-me."

"I do wish you wouldn't call him that, James dear. He isn't you, and he'll only get an inflated ego."

"Only because being me is the best thing in the world, because I've got you and him."

"Good luck with that, Prongs" muttered Remus as the couple finally left, Lily looking slightly teary-eyed and worried.

Sirius cracked up as the door swung shut. "Oh, Merlin! Lily's face when I went for that pear…thanks for covering, by the way."

"You know I'd cover you every day of the week if I could."

""Believe me, Remie, you can cover me whenever the mood takes you…"

"Hmm…" Remus took a step towards his dark-haired lover; Harry balanced in his arms, drowsing unconcernedly as the gap between the two young men closed. "You know, my mood right now…"

"Uh-huh?" Sirius too took a step closer, almost touching nose to nose. He could feel hot air between them, mingling together in shallow breaths as the gap, if possible, got even closer. Remus lowered his eyes to Sirius' slightly parted lips and continued his voice lower and huskier than before.

"My mood right now…it's certainly taking me somewhere…"

Their lips met slowly, drawing out the moments apart, prolonging the kiss for as long as possible in the lazy way couples invent between each other. The embrace was awkward, Harry nestling in between the two like he belonged, sandwiched in the middle of two men kissing like the two passionate beings they were.

Sirius pulled away first, motioning towards the living room silently, sharing the weight of the child as they moved slowly, crablike, into the room and onto a large, squashy sofa in the far corner by a roaring fire.

"Sooo…" Sirius mused, transferring baby Harry from his arms to the playpen on the floor and conjuring a blanket for him, into which he promptly snuggled and fell asleep, the corner of the fluffy square in his mouth, sucking quietly.

"So." Remus fired back at him, his eyes burning into Sirius' own with a rarely-seen passion and began to trace his partner's jaw line with a long finger.

It happened so quickly. One minute the two men were staring, trance-like at each other, the next they were on the floor, rolling over to pin the other beneath them before submitting to the strength of the other man. Their lips remained locked as they fought to rid themselves of every article of clothing they possessed between them.

Before long, shallow breaths had turned into pants- Sirius' lips had left Remus' to discover areas of the man not usually on display to the general public.

Remus groaned and shifted, and an answering moan was heard from somewhere just south of his own naval. Sirius crawled up until he was inches away from Remus' nose again, and kissed him with such passion, all the werewolf could do was cling on to consciousness as lights danced in front of his eyes and bits of the two slid and ground against the other, eyes and lips locked firmly upon the other.

Hearing a wail, they sprung apart, gazing in horror at first each other, and then at the playpen.

Harry was standing shakily, leaning on the wall of the pen for support as he cried, head back with eyes screwed tight shut. His tight, chubby fist pointing blindly at the spot of carpet the two naked men had recently vacated.

"Erm…whoops?" Supplied Remus, scrambling hastily to his feet and donning Sirius' leather jacket and his own jeans..

"Buggerbuggerbuggerbugger…" Muttered Sirius, hastily covering up the area that must have been the most offensive to Harry's innocent little mind with his hands, and hopping slightly as he searched for random items of clothing strewn across the room.

And still the baby wailed, his one-year-old self unaccustomed to finding naked men playing around on the floor of his living room, having woken up to find his parents apparently gone, his nappy odiously odorous and no food in sight ten minutes previously.

Deciding that the two, now thankfully clad in appropriate garments (although Sirius' obscenely tight leather trousers hardly qualified as such), were still not paying him enough attention, Harry racked up the volume to Grade 6 – full on wails with intermittent bouts of sniffing. That should do it.