Disclaimer: I am only…borrowing these characters.

A/N: And back to Sirius' POV. Things will get a bit slashy! I'm such a tease.

"Where were you?" The words escape my lips without thought. I didn't want to ask him. No, I want to know, but I want him to tell me when he ready, not when I force it upon him.

I wait patiently for his reply, but he looks away. He's clenching his fists in his lap.

"Remus…look at me." I am shocked at the cold command in my voice. Whatever happened to not wanting to force his confession? Even so, he continues to stare away.

"I'm sorry you were sick," he whispers gently. For a moment I'm confused, until I realize he's feeling guilty about getting us all drunk. Except that he shouldn't feel guilty about that. He's feeling guilty about something else then. Finally, I decide to just come out and ask him.

"Who are you fucking Remus?" I don't want to sound harsh, but he's betrayed me, betrayed James and Peter. Finally he looks at me. I expected more guilt, so I was not prepared for the unforgiving and unrelenting stare he fixed me with.

"That's really none of your business. Now, I've had a long night, as you know, so I would like to get some sleep before it's completely bright out." And he turned from be and lay back down to go to sleep. I didn't move from the edge of the bed. Instead, I reached over and grabbed his bare shoulder to shake some sense into him. He stiffens at my touch. I lean over him, desperate to know why he would keep secrets from his friends.

"Remus, why didn't you tell us? We would have been happy for you. You don't need to keep secrets from your friends."

His only response is to shrug his shoulders, effectively throwing my hand off his body. I'm still leaning over him, and I breathe in deeply, an inward sigh of frustration. And I smell him. I smell Remus and sex and sweat, and I'm more turned on than I have been in months. The hint of him I smelled when he first walked in was nothing compared to up close.

I quickly get myself off his bed, and make my way back into the bathroom. My breathing has quickened, I can feel my face flush. I splash cold water on my face, but my face is not where cold water needs to be. I quickly shed my cloths and head for a shower.

The cold water pouring down my back cools my feverish skin. I begin to take care of an unexpected problem, hell, at least it's morning.

I always thought of Remus as a virgin. For some reason, the thought of Remus intimate with someone never crossed my mind. Well it's crossing now. I can clearly see Remus writhing and moaning, his eyes lidded with ecstasy. I put one hand against the wall and increase the pace with my other.

I finish and clean myself off. My breathing is shaky, shallow even. I have never, ever had to do that because I was thinking of a guy, and one of my best mates no less.

The rest of the week passes in a blur. I can dimly remember James giving me a few concerned looks, but other than that, nothing. Because I can't forget that morning. I can't forget Moony's refusal to open up to his friends. Can't forget my reaction. Shit, there it goes again, and in the middle of class too. Shit.

"Sirius," Remus whispers. I try to control my breathing. What the hell is happening to me? I'm acting like some prepubescent boy who is experiencing hormones for the first time.

"We need to talk." I nod in response, as if he was asking a question.

He follows me closely when class is dismissed so I won't run off. I guess he knows me too well. As we walk to a place where we can speak without interruptions, I make sure to wink and smile at every pretty girl we pass. Many giggle, all are flattered.

This is who I am supposed to be. I am Sirius Black, popular, exciting, and lover of women. And werewolves apparently.

Remus leads me into the library. Of course. He goes into some random, back section that contains books most people will never come across in their entire lifetime.

I casually lean against the bookshelves, giving off an air of indifference. Inside, however, I'm shaking and nervous. I don't know how to act around him. If it was any girl I wanted to shag, I would make it perfectly clear to her what I wanted, and she would agree to it more often than not.

But it was so different with him. It was intense, and sudden, and I know he won't want me the way I want him.

Maybe I'll get over it.

Remus is looking at me with concern in his amber eyes. His hair is falling into his face and he impatiently brushes is aside. His tie and shirt are loose, and I can see his collarbone.

I'm not getting over it.

"Why are you avoiding me? Is it because of the other morning?" He waits for my reply, but I don't know what to tell him.

"Please talk to me Sirius. The full moon is in a week. I need you."

He has no idea what those words are doing to my blood pressure. I'm still leaning against the shelves, but my body is not relaxed.

"Sirius, I don't like how things went the other morning. I'm sorry for the way I spoke to you. But you need to understand that while I am seeing someone, it's very…casual."

"What are saying?" Casual? What the hell is that supposed to mean?

"It means that it's her secret too, and she's not ready to tell. So I can't."

Her. She. Of course Remus wants a girl. You wanted girls too, or at least, you did. What the fuck is the matter with me? This is Remus! The boy, your friend! He's with a girl, and you should find a girl.

I'm too busy arguing with myself to notice the look Remus is giving me. He pulls me from my thoughts by asking, "Sirius, do you understand?"

I nod, trying to keep my pose casual…at ease…damn Remus and his fuck buddy girlfriend.

"I overreacted. I'm sorry too." That sounded incredibly lame, but Remus sighs in relief.

"Thanks for understanding," he pauses, "could you not tell James and Peter? I really don't want to have to have this conversation with them too."

I give him one of my smiles, you know the one, and he gives me a tight smile in return. He grabs his bag and quickly exits. I slide to the floor.

I can't breathe. No one has ever had this effect on me. I quickly take my tie off and unbutton the top buttons of my shirt. It's too warm in here. I can't stay here; I need some privacy. I get up and make my way to the nearest broom closet. It's dingy and dirty, but I can have some privacy. My back is against the wall and I let all thoughts of Remus consume me.

Remus on his back in my bed, my hands touching every part of his body…I undo my belt buckle…Remus pushing me to the floor, straddling me…button and zipper are next…Remus moaning as his hardness rubs against mine…hands reaching…kissing, licking, biting…

The thoughts go on and on.

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