A little post-transformation chapter.
I wanted Remus & Sirius to go all sexy time but then I realized I made Remus say he wouldn't do that with the wolf so close. Damn me!
Anyway, here we go, forgive me for the smuttiness :P Mainly talking and stuff, small chapter.

It was a soft and scribbling noise that woke him up. You probably had to be a werewolf to hear it. Good thing he was. His first thought was mice.
He had no doubt they would live in a castle like this. Filled with teenagers eating in their beds, spreading crumbs all over the place.
And even though they were allowed, there were not that many cats in Hogwarts to hunt them down. The mice, not the teenagers, mind you.

The thought of mice didn't hold for long though, for an excruciating pain shot through his shoulder as he tried to sit up straight and find the source of the noise.
Broken. With a deep sigh he let himself sink back in the thick, soft pillows, closing his eyes for a moment to calm his throbbing headache.
The scribbling sounds stopped for a moment but continued when Remus didn't show any sign of being awake. That was the moment he discarded the idea of mice.
There was something else here. Something that noticed his every move and sound.

Yet he wasn't scared. He was very sensitive when it came to atmospheres and there was nothing around that felt like a threat.
In fact, he felt comfortable and safe and in an instant he was sure where the scribbling noise came from.

He remembered a time, years ago, when he was lying in this exact same bed and the same scribbling noises came from his left side of the bed.
That time, the scribbling was accompanied by two whispering boys and a third, bored out of his mind.
So while the first two boys, one with glasses and one with blonde hair, rather chubby, were talking to him about what he had missed in class that day.
The third boy, one with beautiful curls, had pulled away the nightstand and started scribbling his name in the wall with his wand.
The boy had a thing for fire. Whether from his wand, a lit match or in his whiskey.

'I just want them to know I was here.' He'd said, shrugging, when Remus had accused him of destructiveness. Remus had smiled at his indifference.
He was such a spoiled and easily bored kid.
And yet he was so kind and full of life. It was impossible not to love him.

With his arm, right here in the present, that didn't feel as if something with sharp fangs was chewing on it, he reached into what seemed nothing but empty space next to his bed. His fingers, however, and he wasn't surprised, got hold of something cool and soft and pulled.
It revealed a young man with his wand drawn, nightstand aside and letters scribbled on the wall. Half of them old, half new and still smoldering.

'It's probably useless to accuse you of vandalism once more?' Remus whispered.
Sirius' lip tugged in half a smile as he finished the last letter, all of them together spelling Remus Lupin.
'You can now, I'm done anyway.'

He turned away from the wall and rested his chin on the mattress, making him look extremely odd while the cloak still covered his shoulders.
'You should do this more often.' Remus joked, waving towards the head and the invisible body.
'It suits you. Your head is probably your best feature anyway.'
Sirius grinned wide and softly nudged Remus arm.
Unfortunately not soft enough and it extracted a hiss from the werewolf lips as Remus rearranged his sore limbs so he could face Sirius better.

'You'd grow bored with me if I'd be nothing more than a head. There is so much more about me and you know that. You'd miss it.'
He winked at Remus and the latter smiled, though he didn't fail to notice the discomfort in his lover's eyes.

'You've seen me like this before.' Remus whispered and Sirius shrugged.
'I know. It just feels.. different this time. Like I care more. Not that I didn't before!' He added hastily, making sure Remus wouldn't misunderstand him.
But he didn't. He never did.
'Where are James and Peter?' Remus asked, sure that he would've noticed by know if they'd been there. And they weren't.
'The kitchens.' Sirius said. 'James convinced Peter you weren't in need of company tonight. As if your werewolf form informed Prongs or something.
Peter was very willing to believe. Especially with the kitchen involved. So we got some alone time. I hope you don't mind.'
'Of course I don't mind.' Remus mumbled and he lazily stroked the think, dark curls.

Sirius huddled a bit closer and rested his head against Remus' arm while his fingers touched the crook of it, following a trace of veins through the pale skin.
'I think this one will be pretty.' Sirius whispered as he carefully touched a thin scratch on his lover's arm, crossing an old one, making it a perfect , small cross.
'Pretty..' Remus repeated drowsy. 'Perhaps.' And he fell asleep while Sirius covered himself with the cloak again and rested his head against the arm that was attached to the man he loved so much.

In the dark it was almost impossible to see the unusual dent in the werewolf's arm where an invisible head was resting.
Though one could be surprised by the long, slender legs that seemed to appear out of nowhere later that night as a boy fell asleep and said limbs slipped from under a certain invisibility cloak.

There we are. Short chapter, I know. The next chapter will be a mostly talk-one too, but after then, it's the one! Promise!
The next chapter will be a chat between Sirius and Remus about being a virgin. Or not being a virgin.
It's already writing but I would like to hear what your vision is. Which one is a virgin? Are they even still virgins?

I think I will get some flaming reviews when you see what I've done with it. Anyway, just let me know! I like the discussion