Chapter two! Hehehe. I decided to go ahead and post it. This one, in my opinion, is the worst chapter. Kind of a filler chapter since I wasn't sure where I wanted the story to go yet. But I had to get it going from the end of the first one.

Three days after their 'intervention,' Sirius was woken in the middle of the night by a hand frantically shaking him. He tried to brush it off, but when he did, he felt a warm, thick liquid. Blood. Sleep left him as he sat up abruptly, almost knocking Remus over. The young werewolf had tears falling down his face and blood staining his left arm. "Remus. . . . C'mon, let's get you cleaned up." Remus nodded, gasping for a breath. Sirius pulled his friend onto his bed then yanked all the curtains shut, casting a sound-containment spell on them once he did.

Remus curled into Sirius, resting his head in the crook of Padfoot's neck. "I'm sorry. . . . I'm sorry. . . ." He repeated it like a mantra. Sirius used his wand to clean and bandage the other's injured arm, offering him soothing words. When Remus's arm was all wrapped up, the younger boy began to calm down. "Sirius. . . . ."

Black hair was pushed back from grey eyes as Remus kissed his lips, begging desperately to deepen it. But Sirius pushed him away gently. "No. I know you hurt but. . . ." Remus took a few breaths then nodded. Sirius smiled warmly and held Remus close to him. "Moony, would you tell me what made you upset?" The slighter body squirmed to get closer, nodding uncertainly. Sirius rubbed small circles on his back. "Well?"

"I had a dream. You–. . . . James and Lily were married with a son. Voldemort had killed them but not their son. And you were in Azkaban because you had betrayed them. And– and–." He broke into sobs again.

Sirius merely laughed. "Remus, you're no good at making things up."

He shook his head. "No, that was what I dreamed."

"But there was more. . . . ?" Sirius pushed, honestly worried.

Remus nodded. "Yeah. When– when I woke up, saw you lying here. So peaceful, you looked dossing. . . ." His face screwed up in a look of pain. " But you–."

Sirius stopped him with a gentle push to his head. "Never mind, I've got it sussed." Remus nodded once again, but didn't leave. He kept his arms wrapped loosely around Sirius's neck and shoulders. "Go to sleep, Rems. You can stay here in my bed if you want." Remus nodded and snuggled closer as Sirius jerked the blankets around to cover both of them. The brunette murmured a thanks before slipping back into sleep. Sirius simply continued rubbing his back, mind running a mile a minute.

He really didn't understand what Remus was getting at, but he could see the pain in his friend's face as he tried to relay his feelings. He didn't want to push him too much. Though, the more he thought about it, the more he had an idea of what might have caused it. Sirius had an interesting dream as well. Snivellus had cornered him in the Shrieking Shack, but both of them were into their thirties. He had moaned at Snape when he threatened Sirius. Had he moaned in reality as well? If he had, had Remus interpreted it wrongly?

Damn not understanding his feelings. Whenever Remus wasn't with the rest of them, he felt empty and longed for him to be there. When he was there, he felt completed. But when it was just the two of them, he felt awkward and now, with Remus clinging onto him and sleeping in his bed, he felt wrong. But he was willing to overlook that when Remus needed him. He'd rather fake being in love with Remus to keep him alive then have to go through Remus cutting himself. Remus's childhood had been so horrible, being a werewolf, he deserved to have the person he loved.

Sirius hadn't lied to him the other day. He was gay and had dated Severus Snape. Actually, he'd been completely smitten with Severus, which his parents were oddly okay with. Probably because of Snape's mother. The Prince family was very close to members of the Black family.

When Snape had broken up with Sirius, the Black heir had been devastated. He had been in second year then. So far, that was his worst time at Hogwarts. The last three months of school when he had avoided the Slytherins at all cost, as well as his friends. Honestly, he wasn't sure he was over Snivelly, even though that had been almost three years ago.

But Remus seemed perfectly happy here with Sirius, even knowing the older boy's feelings were different. He didn't have the 'nads to hurt him anymore.

Remus shifted, placing his head on the pillow beside Sirius's and slipping his arms to the other's waist. "Sirius. . . . love you. . . ." He opened his eyes to look at his friend, smiling softly. "I know, you don't feel the same, but. . . . I do love you. For many, many reasons."

Sirius nodded, twisting his hips so they both were on their sides facing each other. "I know." He felt he had to tell Remus about his own dream now. "You hurt yourself tonight because. . . you heard me while I was dreaming, right?" When Moony nodded, he continued. "I was dreaming we were thirty-something. Me and Snivellus. We were in the Shrieking Shack and he was threatening to kill me. We'd had a duel. And he was winning. That was why I said his name. I wasn't dreaming of him in that way."

Calm came to Remus and he moved closer to Sirius. "Thanks. For telling me." Both were quiet for a moment. "I'm sorry I didn't wake you up earlier. I just. . . felt so hurt. Then when I did it, I knew you'd kill me if I didn't come to you."

Sirius laughed a bit and placed a soft kiss to his friend's temple. "It's alright. I'm just glad you still did wake me up. Next time, don't hesitate to, okay? I told you I'd help you and I will, no matter what. I'd drop everything to run and help you."

The rest of the night, Sirius didn't get much sleep. He kept thinking about Remus. He remembered all too well how much he had hurt after Snape dumped him. He had wanted so badly to be wiped off the face of the earth. Luckily, that was about the time Snape took interest in Remus's monthly disappearances and about the time the other three Gryffindors had found out the truth about them. So he had other things on his mind that kept him anchored to reality.

Remus needed him desperately. This fact he knew. There was no way that he could leave him and know he'd be okay, like Snape did to himself. If he left Remus alone, then Remus would hurt, if not kill, himself. This gave him much more to think about during the night.

When morning came, Sirius was up, showered, and dressed long before the others. He'd made up his mind last night, now all he needed to do was talk to Remus. He sat on the edge of his own bed, watching Remus as he shifted around in pre-waking. Once those amber eyes opened, he felt a wave of emotions rise in him. Remus pushed himself up onto his elbows to get a better look at Sirius. "Good morning Pad–." his words were cut off as Sirius swooped down and kissed him fully on the lips. When the kiss ended, Remus looked up in confusion. "Padfoot?"

"I was thinking last night." True so far. "About you," he added to the blank look on his face. Still true, though. "And I realized, I'm not sure I feel as strongly towards you as you do towards me. . . ." Hurt jumped to Remus's face, so he plowed on. "But I do feel for you. Very strongly. Just not quite love yet." Biggest lie he ever told. But the look of utter joy and love on Remus's face more than made up for it. Now there would be less cutting. More coming straight to him.

The young werewolf smiled so widely Sirius was afraid his face might split in two. "Oh thank you, Sirius!" He threw his arms around the Animagus's neck and kissed his lips, tongue probing at his mouth. Sirius returned the kiss with as much emotion as he could.

But it all felt so wrong.

But it was what he had to do to keep Remus here. Keep him safe.

Don't you just love that Remus Sees? I always pictured him as a halfway decent Seer. Dunno why. Again, sorry that this is kinda a filler chapter. Please review/critique/comment/criticize.