A/N: My second ever fanfic, so constructive reviews would be great.

Disclaimer: JK owns Sirius, remus, Hogwarts, etc. Various quotes belong to Oscar Wilde and Velvet goldmine, my inspiration for this piece.

If youre here, youre obviously not offended by men getting it on, and if you like men in eyeliner/ glam rock... go watch velvet goldmine... its an amazing film.

1974: lipstick traces

Sirius leaned in, closer to the mirror. Lips parted as he carefully outlined his slate grey eyes with soft black kohl and added just the tiniest touch of glitter to his lashes and smiled at himself, pleased with his reflection.

Everything with Sirius; from his chin length black hair, to his slow smiles and quick laughs, to his infamous reputation; everything was about image.

He was the guy that all the boys in the school wanted to be. Even the older ones. He could see it in their eyes. So many of them sought to emulate his knowing swagger, his cocky arched eyebrow and his darkly glamorous look. Legions of aspiring glitterkids, and at fifteen, Sirius Black surpassed them all.

So secure in his persona he could have stepped onto any stage in London to become a space-age fucking superstar. If only he could play a guitar. That was only of secondary importance in the grand scheme of things though, right? Hogwarts was his world and if all the world was a stage and all those boys and girls were merely players, then Sirius Black certainly seemed to be playing to win.

The secret to becoming a star is knowing how to behave like one, and as his name suggested, set within his crystalline sphere of Hogwarts, Sirius was stellar. He pulled on his black boots over his tight trousers and stepped out of the Gryffindor common room into the hallway, idly noticing that class had just begun.

The last few girls running into their respective classrooms turned to look appreciatively at him from beneath lowered eyelashes or flash him an eager smile as he made his way to the dungeons. Striding purposefully, but with an easy feline grace that rebutted anyone who might think he worried over being late, or anything at all, Sirius was elegance walking arm in arm with a lie.

Sliding into his seat at the back of the potion's class, Sirius made a point of slipping his hand up the front of Remus' top as he kissed him softly on the lips, achingly aware that every eye in the room was intent upon them, and not the lesson in hand and determined to put on a good show. It was, after all, 1974; and everyone knew most people were bisexual.

As the reigning king of glam at Hogwarts, his reputation demanded that he be the embodiment of the free love ethic that had long outlasted the hippy values and lovebeads of the flower power set. If he wanted someone, Sirius went for it; no matter who they were, or who they were with. He would dare anything, seduce anyone and if he felt it would enhance his carefully constructed image, made sure that every person in the school knew about it, or preferably witnessed it firsthand. Shy, Sirius was not.

When he felt that it was time he had a relationship, so that the school would be able to speculate about more than just who his next conquest would be; Remus John Lupin had seemed the perfect choice. Already close friends, Remus would understand what Sirius wanted from him. Only he and James were closer, and everyone knew of James' tormented, obsessive love for Lily Evans. Remus was not flashy and outrageous as he himself was, yet his quiet eyes held a trace of fire in their amber depths and he would wager there were more than a few girls who longed to know more about his enigmatic smiles and mysterious disappearances. He would do, to add intrigue to Sirius' reputation.

An enigma.

Remus certainly was that.

A faint blush still graced his pale cheeks from being kissed before so many avid eyes. The reserved boy did not like receiving so much attention. For all that they had been friends for years, Sirius had not known what response to expect when first he began to make his advances. After the initial surprise, he'd seen wariness framed in his friends gold-flecked eyes, regarding him with all the uneasy fixation of the stalked prey for a wolf.

He had been taken aback by the ferocity with which Remus had met his lips when first he leaned in to steal a kiss. Not that he'd let it show, of course, sitting back with a studied smile playing across his chiselled features; lazily raising one eyebrow and saying, 'wow…' but from the mirroring smile that was almost a smirk etched on his friends face, he guessed that the other boy had been able to tell only too well the discomfiture he was feeling.

Lupin always had been the one who saw too far beneath his polished façade.

And from the look in the eyes which now met his, the hunter had just become the hunted.

His reverie was broken only the fifth time old Slughorn asked him if he could explain the healing properties of the potion they were brewing, and he realised he had been staring intently at the side of Moony's neck for the last twenty minutes.

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Late that night, long past the hour which everyone had gone to bed and the only sounds in the Gryffindor tower were of slow deep breaths from sleeping boys, Sirius lay awake, immobile in the dark of the night. He heard a rustle as moonlight cascaded in through the gap drawn in the bed's heavy fabric drapes, and saw a figure outlined in silhouette.

Silently, Remus padded onto the bed, and straddling Sirius one leg on either side of his friends still body, lowered himself slowly to look into his eyes. Sirius' hands were behind his head on the pillow and as he freed them to reach forward, Remus grasped each wrist and pinned them to the pillow above head. Though he may have appeared slight, appearances can be deceptive, and Remus was, after all, a werewolf. Sirius knew there was no way he could free himself. Not that he wanted to, of course.

'Moony…?' he asked softly, a curious smile on his face, 'What … are you doing? Why are you in my bed?' Remus was not generally given to any acts of peculiar rashness or demonstrance.

'I would have thought that was exceedingly obvious,' Remus whispered throatily, and Sirius could hear the low purr in his voice that was almost a growl, 'even to one who chooses to tax his brain as little as you do, Mr. Padfoot.'

Remus deftly bent his head to meet that of Sirius, pressing first softly, and then with more urgency as he saw to devour all that he could of the boy beneath him, their hair fanning out on the sheets in a crush of black and silver-gold. Sirius parted his lips unhesitantly for Remus' questing tongue which flicked inside his mouth with a delicate skill that still left Sirius gaspingly wondering where on earth he had learned to kiss like that. When they finally broke apart they were each breathless and panting, mouths open and eyes unfocused. Sirius realised when Remus dropped his hands that his wrists had been clasped so tightly that his joints hurt, and he rubbed them wonderingly.

Since when had Remus been one to like it rough? He had thought there would be no question that he would be the dominant one in this relationship. He was top dog in their friendship and in the school at large, no pun intended, and he wasn't sure what to make of this new Remus who seemed altogether too in tune with his animal instincts. Where was the quiet blushing boy he had set out to have for his own? He had him all off balance; pouncing on him in his own bed, neither of them wearing more than a pair of boxers and, and, then ravaging his mouth like that. How could he keep his guard up here? Perfection is a mask that slides, reveals you to the world's cruel eyes and it was not a mask that he wanted to drop anytime soon, even for Moony. Especially for Moony.

Remus stared down at him, his eyes hungrily surveying Sirius' prone form, chest still heaving and he slowly ran his tongue across his bottom lip, an action calculated to provoke a reaction. Almost as if he had planned it so. Sirius slid his arms around his friend and pushing them upwards across the warm skin of his back, pulled his body down towards him as they both collapsed against the bed. Entwining his legs with those of Remus, Sirius rolled them both over so that he lay against his chest and began to kiss him with a thoroughness that spoke of the weight of all his experience.

His expert tongue working to achieve the perfect balance of pressure and soft movement, and not too much, striving to create the illusion of what he thought he should be as his hands roamed Remus' smooth body and tangled in his hair. He knew he was good. The satisfaction of very many of the girls not only in their year, but throughout the school, and one of the younger teachers as well, attested to that. Damn but it was hard to maintain control of himself with Moony though. Sirius lifted his mouth from the other boy's face and looking into his eyes, smiled his languorous half-smile; eyes heavy lidded, and even at night, kohl black lines smudged sexily beneath their rims. It was a look that should have driven any lover of his wild.

Remus, however, grinned back up at him, and lazily extending a delicate hand with black nail polish more chipped than Sirius would ever allow his own to be, reached to scratch him behind the ears, right where his favourite spot was when in canine form. 'That's not what I want you for, Sirius' he softly intoned, voice husky with the memory of kisses

'I …. I don't understand…' Sirius faltered. 'This is what you came to me for isn't it? This is what we have…'

It wasn't often that Sirius was at a loss for an easy answer.

'Not like that,' Remus smiled one of those mysterious smiles of his that had the girls all wondering what he knew that they didn't, and keeping his warm eyes fixed on Sirius' own stormy grey ones, ran his tongue down the side of his neck, and gently down his body, planting soft kisses all over, all over. Sirius was held transfixed. When he stopped to flick his tongue playfully at Sirius' nipple and was rewarded with a soft moan he sucked harder, watching the taller boy writhe beneath his touch.

Remus left off his attentions to the boy's chest to sit up and stretch, running one hand through his tawny hair and the other down his own chest. Sirius gazed up, eyes locked in fascination and feeling a near uncontrollable urge to push the boy down and smother him in butterfly kisses as he realized that Remus had intended him to think just that. What was going on? Did Remus really want to be here or was he just seeking to toy with the most sought-after boy in Hogwarts? They were here in bed for merlin's sake! There was not a single other person around to see them, and he was, he was… downright posing! Scoring points. Trying to make him wild with desire by a few well chosen tricks….. just like….

'I didn't think you'd be one to play these kind of games, Lupin' he said confused by the change that had come over his straightforward friend, since first he had set out to claim him. Together they were the epitome of cool, it was written in all the jealous eyes, but tonight, even with the added bonus of the werewolf's lithe body and accomplished mouth, he would almost wish that he had never started any of this.

'Well, I thought this was exactly the game we were playing with each other, Sirius.' Remus said plaintively, allowing a little bit of a pout to flit across his lips. 'You just played me your patented smouldering half-smile. Do you think that I don't know you better than that? I was there when you and James used to practice your sexy glances in the mirror… I've seen you use it on every girl you've ever been with, at the point you think it will create the greatest effect…. It doesn't mean anything, Padfoot. You could be looking at anybody; anything; and still fill your eyes with that avid lust. Just to ensure that they want you' He paused. 'Two can play at that game. And I am just a game to you, aren't I? another conquest.' He quirked his eyebrow questioningly, then shook his head with a wry grin, hair falling into his eyes.

'I … I don't know what you want from me.' Sirius said, and softly stroked his lover's cheek. 'I'm with you. It's you I want. Moony?'

Remus sighed softly, and met the other boys lips, but he did not look into his eyes again.

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