Ok guys before any of you read on I'm warning you-this contains a teeny bit of SLASH! So, if you no likey, don't read! But if you do likey, go ahead and please tell me what you think!

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Remus turned around from shutting the door of the alleyway and was slammed hard against the wall, a pair of hot lips smashed passionately into his.

He entangled his hands into the mass of black hair belonging to the other person. He could hardly hold himself back, his passion taking over him.

Then he realised what he was dong. He pushed the other man out of the way.

"Sirius-wait." He said breathlessly. Sirius. He hadn't spoken that name for so long.

"What? What's wrong Moony?" asked Sirius just as breathless.

"We can't do this, not yet…we have to talk Sirius." Remus told him.

"Yeah…yeah I suppose we do. Sorry Remus, I got…carried away." Said Sirius, looking downcast.

"Look Sirius, as much as I want this…we have to talk first. We haven't seen each other properly for twelve years. Twelve, and you have no idea how happy I am about you being here, coming here, but I can't just be happy. I'm worried about you too Sirius. I'm worried for you." Said Remus, staring into Sirius's eyes.

Sirius shifted his gaze and took to staring at Remus's lips, apparently transfixed. Remus wondered whether he had even heard what he just said. Then he spoke.

"You don't have to be worried about me Remus, I'll be safe here and I'm going to be fine." Said Sirius, looking from Remus's lips to his eyes and then back again.

"Azkaban must have had some sort of affect on you, Padfoot. People don't usually come out of it still in one piece, if they even come out at all." Remus looked worriedly at Sirius.

"I'm fine Remus. It didn't affect me like the rest of them." Sirius assured him, but Remus still looked worried. "I really am ok. Really."

"Ok, I believe you, but I don't know how you have managed to come out of Azkaban practically unscathed." Said Remus, looking Sirius up and down.

"Well, I'm just an unexplainably intelligent person!" Sirius said, grinning properly for the first time in so long. "Wait a minute! What do you mean, practically unscathed?" he questioned.

"Well, you do look a little different, I mean, you need fattening up for starters!" said Remus, eyeing Sirius's thin body "And you need a good haircut!" he said, daring to lace his fingers into Sirius's long hair again and resting his arms on Sirius's shoulders. Remus felt Sirius's breathing hitch. Remus went to take his hands down, but Sirius held his arms there, stroking them with his own hands.

"At least I've washed my hair though, you wouldn't have like touching it before." Said Sirius, in a slightly more quiet, more unsteady voice than before. The feeling of Remus's breath on his face, his hands in his hair, their bodies touching, was almost overwhelming. He inched his face closer.

"Padfoot…" Remus whispered close to his lips.

Sirius was just about to ask what was wrong, but was cut short when Remus covered his lips with his own.

Sirius opened his mouth willingly and felt his tongue collide with Remus's. He grabbed Remus around his lower back and pulled him towards himself, keeping his hands there. He felt one of Remus's hands release his hair and gently make a trail down his neck, his throat, his chest, wanting to touch all he could of Sirius.

Sirius meanwhile ravaged even more of Remus's mouth and slowly unbuttoned the other man's cloak and pushing it off of his shoulders. Remus gave a jolt of surprise when he felt Sirius's hand rub his crotch over his trousers. Remus mimicked him and heard Sirius groan at the back of his throat.

They finally broke apart, both desperate for air and red in the cheeks.

Sirius leaned his forehead against Remus's, breathing hard, his eyes closed. Remus scanned Sirius's face. It was so different to what he had once known. It was thin and practically fleshless, so unlike Sirius's old complexion. Although he did look more like himself with that hint of colour visible in his cheeks and he could feel the heat coming off of him as their foreheads touched. Maybe he hadn't totally changed. Remus smiled to himself and Sirius's eyes flickered open.

"What?" Asked Sirius, as he saw Remus smile.

"You really aren't that different are you?" Said Remus, still smiling.

Sirius didn't answer, but instead kissed Remus quickly and leaned his forehead against his once more, looking into Remus's eyes. They stood, smiling slightly to each other for a while.

Then it went suddenly cold. Very cold. It was too familiar. 

Sirius put his head up. Remus was wide-eyed and looking horrified, Sirius had lost all of the colour in his face.

"Run." Sirius said simply to Remus. Remus didn't move.

"Run! Go!" Sirius said loudly to Remus as he turned round and saw it. Black cloaked, rattling breath, ghoulish hands. The Dementor was feet from Sirius, and it was getting closer.

Remus still didn't move, he didn't want to leave Sirius. He had only just been reunited with him; he didn't want him to get hurt. He wouldn't let the Dementors get him. Then Remus felt Sirius push him hard out of the way. He turned to look at Sirius; he was on bended knee, his face covered with his hands, a Dementor towering over him, ready to strike.

Then it came to Remus, his wand. He reached to get it out of his cloak pocket but it wasn't there. His cloak was on the floor next to Sirius and a Dementor was quickly advancing on him, Remus.

Remus got down all fours, breathing hard and sweating all over. He grabbed Sirius and pulled him flat to the ground.

"I will NOT let them get you Sirius!" He bellowed.

"Just let them! It's what they want! Then you can get away!" Sirius said back in a helpless voice.

Remus was groping around the floor for his cloak. The other hand lay firmly on Sirius's shoulder, pinning him down. He could feel two Dementors above him. "That doesn't sound like the sort of thing the old Sirius would say!" Said Remus flatly. "Come on, come on." He said quietly to himself, still searching for his cloak. Sirius's body was moving, a Dementor was dragging him upwards, but Remus kept a hand strongly on his shoulder, he was never going to let go.

The he found it. He grabbed his cloak and fumbled through the pockets, looking for his wand. Then he heard that eerie, rattling breath inches from his face. He looked up and was staring up at the hooded figure of a Dementor.

"Expecto patronum!" He yelled. His patronus soared out of his wand and drove the Dementor away. He turned around in time to see it move on to the Dementor that had a hold of Sirius. Then it was gone.

He felt Sirius fall into a heap next to him. Trembling, Remus turned to face him and found Sirius lying on the floor, shaking and breathing hard.

"Sirius." Said Remus. He took a hold of the other man and pulled him up into a sitting position and sat next to him. Sirius's head lolled onto Remus's shoulder. Remus put a protective arm around him. "Sirius, are you ok?"

Sirius didn't answer with words. Instead he just buried his face into Remus's neck and clung onto him as though his life depended on it. Remus could feel the sweat on Sirius's forehead, and his breathing was unsteady against his neck.

"Sirius we have to go in, it's too dangerous out here." Remus said finally. He got up, pulling Sirius with him. Sirius's legs were unsteady. He put his arms around Remus's neck and pulled him into a short, tight hug. He pulled away but kept one of his arms around Remus's shoulders for support.

"Come on." Remus said quietly, and he steered Sirius out of the alleyway and into the back garden of the house, towards the back door.

"Moony?"

"Yeah?"

"You're my best friend."

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Ok, so that's it. Should I leave it there or should I carry on? I'm not sure really…