Kyla: Sorry for the delay and such a short chapter this time... Things have been really rough lately, lol. The story's probably almost over I think, but I'm not certain yet. Depends on what kind of ideas I get. Thanks!

"Honestly, Moony!"
Chapter 4
by
Kyla

Remus sat quietly, eyes closed and breathing deeply through his nose, willing himself to think clearly. So, Sirius was in love with him, hm? That thought startled Remus, but it didn't scare him. It was just a shock to his system. He blinked a couple of times.

The werewolf's gaze sharpened and settled on Sirius. He watched the dark-headed boy immediately look away and to the ground.

"I'm sorry, Remus," Sirius muttered, "I... I shouldn't have kissed you, I guess... Can we forget this whole thing every happened?"

Remus flared his nostrils, and he scowled. "We most certainly will not forget this ever happened," he snarled and lunged forward. He tackled Sirius to the ground when the other boy attempted to walk away.

With Sirius pinned securely against the wall, the werewolf in Remus fought to listen to his instincts, and he crushed their lips roughly together, plunging his tongue inside and out of Sirius's mouth. He thrust as far as he could into Sirius's mouth, languidly pulling his tongue out again and lapping it down the corner of Sirius's mouth and against his neck.

"Oh, Moony," Sirius panted. He twisted his hands into tousled brown locks of hair, urging Remus to lick and nip at his collar bone. "Are... are you-sure?" he struggled to ask. His eyes glazed over, and he gasped when strong arms snaked around his middle, drawing him tight against a lusting werewolf.

Remus growled against Sirius's neck. He nibbled on the side of the lovely flesh, sucking on it desperately. He spoke against the Adam's Apple, fiercely and determined. "Do you think I'd be doing any of this if I wasn't sure? Have some common sense, Padfoot!"

Remus pressed his groin straight into Sirius's hip and hissed, "You're the one that started this, now you had damn well better finish it!" He buried his hands into the back pockets of his friend's jeans and pushed their hips together even more, settling one of his legs between Sirius's.

"Rem-oh god," Sirius cried when he felt the moody werewolf , who was only days from his monthly transformation, rocking against him. He met Remus's mouth desperately, trying to return the passion with as much as, if not more than, what he was receiving. He snaked his arms up around Remus's neck and threw his left leg around the skinny frame of his werewolf friend, pulling him in as close as he could.

Remus gave an appreciative moan. He tore his lips from Sirius's and instead found the lobe of an ear, flicking behind it to the soft flesh.

Sirius whimpered and thrust against Remus. One hand snaked down to shove into the werewolf's robes to reach the skin of a pale, scarred chest, and he threw his head back against the wall, his head banging harshly enough to make him see stars.

"Re-Rem... Oh god, Moony, I'm gonna," Sirius babbled. His eyelids fluttered, and he pushed against Remus as hard and as quick as he could. The friction of robes was pure bliss, and he tried to memorize it, so he would be sure to never forget it. "I, I...!"

Sirius never could choke out his warning before he suddenly felt his tension ease away with his dimming climax. He panted heavily against the wall, relaxing while Remus continued to push roughly and insistently against him until his own pleasure peaked. "Padfoot," the werewolf sobbed against Sirius's shoulder.

The pair slid to the ground again, and Sirius wrapped his arms around Remus's trembling shoulders. "Hey, it's okay, Moony... What are you crying? Please don't cry... I know I wasn't perfect, but I wasn't that bad, was I?" He attempted to startle out a laugh.

"I'm just so relieved. I... I've felt so stressed lately! Between studying for the NEWT's, my lycanthropy, and feeling like you and the rest of the Marauder's didn't care about me anymore, I've been so stressed, but that... what we just did—oh god," Remus cried, "the stress just seems so ridiculous and small now... Thank you."

Sirius gaped down at the head of brown hair in his lap. "Aw, Remus," he murmured and hugged the werewolf to him, "you should have told me you were stressed out! I could have at least put your worries about the Marauder's to rest! You know we're all close-knit; that'll never change! There's no way we don't care! I'm so sorry we've been making you feel ignored..."

"Well, well, well," a snide voice echoed from the entrance of the alleyway, "what do we have here? A couple of sappy Gryffindors... How disgustingly quaint."

Remus pulled away quickly, wiping furiously to rid his face of all traces of tears.

"Shove off, Snivellus," Sirius snarled, shifting up onto his knees, in front of Remus.

"Oh, trust me, mutt, there is nothing I would love better," Severus said with a wrinkled nose. His face morphed grotesquely, as if he had just encountered a putrid smell along the road. "However," he added, "I simply had to comment on this... emotional moment. I'm sure the whole school would be more than interested in this little gossip. Don't you think?"

Sirius lunged himself forward, grabbing two fistfuls of Severus's robes. He swung the Slytherin roughly into the alley wall. "If you know what's good for you, you won't say a word," Sirius murmured.

"Is that a threat, Black?"

"That is quite enough," a stern voice drifted from the opening of the alley. Minerva stepped forward, a disapproving glare on her old face. "Mr. Black, kindly release Mr. Snape so we may discuss this like adults," she ordered.

Sirius growled something under his breath but reluctantly tossed Severus away from him and into the wall.

Severus stumbled and only just caught his footing. He scowled darkly at the glare Sirius handed him, but reluctantly, he turned towards the stoic woman who interrupted his and Sirius's little tiff. "Professor McGonagall," he greeted.

Minerva's body was stiff, her chin tilted up high in pride. She had that frown marring her face, the one that told her students they were in big trouble. "Would someone care to explain to me what happened?"

"Snape came and started showing his ass," Sirius hollered against Severus's own conflicting story of how Remus and Sirius were taunting him.

"Gentlemen," Minerva exclaimed, "one at a time! Mr. Black, what were you saying?"

Severus's eyes flashed angrily. "Of course," he sneered, "take your Gryffindor's side! You always do, even when he's dangling me in the air for all to see and humiliate me!" He shoved past his professor and stalked down the street, murmuring fiercely under his breath.

"Good riddance..."

"I heard that, Mr. Black," Minerva said icily, a scowl crinkling the corners of her eyes dangerously.

"Sorry, Professor."

Minerva sighed and rubbed a hand across her brow, easing the headache she could feel starting up. "All right, Mr. Black, Mr. Lupin, someone had better explain to me what really happened."

"Hush, Sirius," Remus growled immediately when Sirius went to speak. The werewolf climbed to his feet. "I'm sorry, Professor," he said, "Sirius and I were... having a private conversation, and Snape overheard some of the... ah, private information, and he threatened to spread it all over the school."

"I see, and did that then give you the right to act so violently against Mr. Snape?" Minerva asked Sirius, making sure to put a scolding tone to her words.

"I guess not... Sorry, Professor."

Minerva nodded. "Now, let's leave this alley and rejoin your classmates, shall we?" she asked.

"Yes, ma'am," both Gryffindors answered and obediently followed after their Head of House. Sirius gave Remus a sly grin and briefly grabbed and squeezed the werewolf's hand. He managed to move over enough and whisper, "We'll have some of our own fun later, maybe?"

Remus smiled, "Definitely... Common Room showers? Or Dorm Room?"

"Maybe down at the Quiddicth Pitch," Sirius suggested gleefully.

"What are the two of you whispering about?"

"We're not planning a prank on Snape if that's what you're asking... at least, not this time we're not," Sirius said loudly, chin lifted up stubbornly.

"Yes, Professor, we were merely discussing what we should do when we return to the castle," Remus added.

Minerva's eyes narrowed suspiciously, but she continued on walking without a pause in her steps. She shook her head and sighed, "Very well then. Run along and enjoy the rest of the day."

"Oh, I'm sure we will," Sirius grinned, his lips folding up lopsided.