Remus awoke late that morning with a headache bad enough to knock out an elephant. It took him a long while to get his bearings, and when he did, he was surprised to find someone's arms around him, someone who one, was not Lily, by any means, and two, smelled intensely good. He groaned softly when he opened his eyes, the light proving too bright and much too painful for someone who'd had as much to drink last night as he had.

It took a moment for the light chuckling to register, but when it did, Remus managed to look up and get an eyeful of who he was in bed with. Sirius Black. Sirius bloody Black. Oh.

"Guess that hangover really is terrible," Sirius murmured in a slightly fond and slightly protective way. Remus groaned again, unable to form a sentence at this point as his eyes fluttered shut. Sirius was stroking his hair, running fingers through the auburn locks, and god did that feel amazing. It shouldn't have, but it did. After a long while, Remus managed to string a few words together.

"How... What happened last night?" he mumbled. He remembered vague details, but nothing crystal clear. He fucking hated alcohol.

"You don't remember?" Sirius sounded disappointed, and Remus felt a pang go through his chest.

"Most of it... I was on your motorcycle... Couldn't walk, could hardly see straight... But not a lot of details. Little things. I hate being drunk," he added in a mutter.

Sirius let out a slightly amused huff of air, his fingers grazing lightly along the side of Remus' face before going back to card tenderly through his hair. "I'll take the blame for that one... After James and Lily left, we drank a lot more and then you started crashing, getting all tired and hanging on me constantly. Not that I minded, of course. I gave you a ride home, you told me Lily was out, and you asked me to stay."

Remus looked highly embarrassed, burying his face in Sirius' chest before he could stop himself, only causing his own blush to deepen. "I apologise for that... I don't, erm... Drink very often..." he mumbled, voice muffled against the fabric of Sirius' shirt. Sirius wrapped his arms around Remus gently.

"Don't apologise, Remus," he scolded gently. "You have nothing to be sorry for. Like I said, I didn't mind. It was nice, staying here with you. Better than my place..." he trailed off, and Remus looked up, curious despite himself.

"What's wrong with your place?" he asked, if only to get the topic of conversation off of himself.

Sirius looked uncomfortable, and then sighed. "I still live with my parents, and well... They have a bit of an agenda for me. I don't do anything they tell me to and it... doesn't go well."

Remus looked understanding, and he lightly placed a kiss on Sirius' cheek before he could stop himself. At his own forwardness, he ducked his head again, but Sirius had flushed with pleasure and was smiling. He brushed a kiss on the top of Remus' head.

"Let's not talk about that, though, alright?" Sirius suggested, and Remus gave a little nod, though if the two stayed together he vowed to make it come up again.

"Did you have any nightmares last night?" Sirius asked gently, and Remus visibly stiffened.

"What?"

"Well, the reason that you asked me to stay... You said you had nightmares. Did you have any last night?"

"No..." Remus said, still remarkably stiff and scared-looking. He could hardly remember this. "What else did I say?"

"Well... You said that the nightmares were about your father... And someone named... Fenrir, I think?" Sirius gave him a questioning look, and Remus shuddered a little, burying his face back in Sirius' chest. Sirius looked a little surprised, but held him close.

"Fenrir was the boyfriend that I mentioned," Remus said after he'd composed himself and no longer felt like throwing up or crying or dying or all three at once. Sirius' eyes widened a bit in understanding.

"Oh," was all he said. If Fenrir was the abusive relationship, Remus' father must've done something terrible to be alongside that.

Remus was silent after that, and then he looked up, face blank. "You asked me how I got the scar," he said, reaching up to touch the jagged mark over his face. "It was my father. When I was a kid. He used to... Well, beat me, I guess is the word for it." A pause. "Trusting people is hard. You always, always get hurt in the end."

Sirius looked incredibly sympathetic when Remus had finished, and he gently removed himself from Remus' grip. Remus flinched a little, but let him go, figuring he was just going to leave. He was only kidding himself: No one wanted damaged goods. He was surprised when Sirius stripped off his shirt, turning around to show Remus his back.

A long, raised scar showed white against Sirius' pale skin, stretching from his shoulder to just below the middle of his back.

"I know it doesn't really compare, but... My mother, one night, was really, really just /done/ with the way I was acting towards some of the guests we had over.. She all but dragged me to my room, and gave me this. The only reason why there's not any more is because her favourite son intervened." His nose wrinkled slightly before he turned around and settled back on the bed. "I understand, Remus, more than you might think."

Remus was silent as Sirius spoke, but when he'd finished and was safely seated again (without a shirt, which, admittedly, was not a bad thing) Remus threw his arms around the other youth, burying his face where his neck met his shoulder.

Sirius made a little 'oomph' sound, but wrapped his arms around Remus.

"Thank you," Remus whispered in his ear, causing Sirius to shiver slightly.

"I don't want you to be alone," Sirius responded simply. "I want you to know that there are people that care."

Remus swallowed, blushed, and then pulled his head back a little to look at Sirius.

"People like you?" he ventured softly, and Sirius chuckled.

Yeah," he told him gently. "People like me." He held Remus for another couple of moments before pulling back and looking at him straight on.

"What?" Remus asked, a blush staining his cheeks. He wanted desperately to look away, but to do so seemed impossible with the way Sirius' eyes were gazing into his own.

"I'm feeling an overwhelming urge to kiss you right now." Sirius told him simply.

Remus' blush deepened, but he still didn't look away. "Well..." he began slowly. "I wouldn't stop you."

Sirius grinned after a second's hesitation, and leaned towards him, resting his forehead against Remus'.

"You sure?" he asked, not wanting to overstep any boundaries or make Remus uncomfortable. He knew that it was a possibility, what with the old boyfriend and who he was.

Remus nodded slightly, eyes flicking down to Sirius' lips and then meeting his eyes again, deep flush still colouring his cheeks.

Sirius reached a hand up to cup his cheek, stroking his thumb along the blush.

"You're absolutely adorable..." he murmured, and then closed the distance between them, pressing his lips to Remus'.

Remus stiffened at the first contact, fear clouding his judgement, and then slowly, very slowly, began to relax as Sirius kept the kiss light and gentle and sweet. Fenrir had never kissed like that. He hesitantly pressed a little closer to Sirius, the sensation of their bodies close together the most pleasant thing he'd felt in a long time.

Sirius continued to keep the kiss and his touches gentle, wanting Remus to be comfortable. He liked this. He wanted to be able to kiss him again, and he didn't want to scare him.

After a few moments, Remus broke the kiss, burying his face between Sirius' shoulder and neck. Sirius stroked a hand soothingly up and down his back.

"You okay?" he murmured in his ear, making him shiver.

"No one ever... I never... Nothing's ever felt like that," Remus mumbled, eyes closed and breathing deep in an attempt to control himself.

"Is that... Good?" Sirius ventured to ask, fingers moving down his spine. Remus sighed softly, a content sound that made Sirius smile.

"Yes. Yes, it's very good," Remus mumbled, nuzzling into his shoulder and nestling close in his arms.

Sirius laid back on the bed, cradling Remus to him.

"Good."


A/N: So... Reviews demanded a chapter two. I hope this was up to par with the first chapter. More fluffy fluff for all of my lovely readers. It ended as some lovely cuteness. I'm not planning on continuing this story anymore, but if enough people want more I could consider it. Please please please review, let me know about any continuity errors (because I do tend to end up with a lot of those), or anything that you liked, loved, didn't like or love, etc.

Addition: Fenrir in modern day AUs/University AUs as Remus' boyfriend, usually abusive, is something that I've used more than once. If anyone has a problem with it I sincerely apologise.

Addition 2: I added more to this chapter, because I wanted to prolong the story and the kiss before was awkward and abrupt.