Warning: I've changed the rating from 'T' to 'M.' This chapter is rated M for nudity and for content of a sexual nature. If you can't handle it, please don't read it.

"Gotcha something," Sirius whispered as he walked through the door to the Room of Requirement.

"Let me guess," Moony said, looking up from his book and smiling. "Could it possibly be Honeydukes chocolate?"

"You've ruined the surprise," Sirius muttered with a scowl as he tossed the bar to his werewolf and sat down on the chair.

"The surprise kind of wears off when you bring me chocolate every time you go into Hogsmeade," Moony pointed out. "Thank you, though."

"I wish you could come with us," Sirius said. "I bet you'd love it—all the shops and pubs. It's a real novelty the first time because there's so much to see."

"People won't know I'm a werewolf, though," Moony reminded him. "If you bring me on my leash they'll look at you in disgust like James did that first day on the train. If you bring me without my leash they'll just think I'm another student and treat me like a normal human."

"It wouldn't kill you," Sirius muttered.

"I know, but it's not right. And imagine what would happen if one of the other students outed me as a werewolf in front of all the villagers."

"I know, I know," Sirius sighed, pulling some fudge out of his pocket and taking a bite. "Just...wishing aloud."

"Uncle Aphard," Sirius murmured as they walked down the lane, "you are honestly and truly the best uncle anyone has ever had."

"It's nothing, Sirius," the large man replied, shaking his head and grinning at his nephew. "Who wants to spend their summer cooped up in that old house when they could be spending it with their friends?"

"You're sure Mum and Dad won't come to call while I'm gone?" Sirius asked nervously, but Alphard merely scoffed.

"My old sister hasn't been to visit me in years. And even if that were to change..." he lowered his voice, "...I can do a pretty mean Confundus Charm," he said, grinning.

Sirius and Moony both laughed.

"Well, here we are," Uncle Alphard said as the three made it to a comfortable-looking two-story house surrounded by acres of land and forest.

Sirius grinned and rang the bell.

A smiling woman with dark brown hair tied back opened the door. "Hello," she said pleasantly, surveying the two wizards and the werewolf. "You must be–"

"–Sirius!" came a shout from somewhere inside.

The boy in question was immediately engulfed in a hug. He laughed and pulled back gently, smiling at his best friend.

"You made it!" James said excitedly.

"I told you I was coming."

"I know, but you never did before so I wasn't sure..."

"We have my Uncle Alphard to thank," Sirius explained, gesturing at the beaming man standing behind him. "My parents think I'm staying at his house."

James laughed. "Brilliant," he said. "Well come on, Sirius, Moony, I'll give you a tour."

"I'll be back in two weeks to pick you up," Uncle Alphard said from the stoop. "Have plenty of fun and maybe we can pull this off again next year."

"Thanks, Uncle Al!" Sirius called over his shoulder. Then he turned to his best friend. "James, take me and Moony up to our room first, I want to get this stupid leash off him..."

"Come on!" James called. "Just a little bit further...see the break in the trees up ahead?"

Sirius and Moony followed James through the woods until the three reached the end of the forest, where a small lake lay in a valley.

"Cool, huh?" James said. "We would come here all the time when I was little, sometimes every day in the summer."

Sirius couldn't help but feel a bit envious. He wished there was a lake near his house...but then again, even if there was his parents probably would never have taken him to it. "Well what are we waiting for then?" he asked. "Come on."

He and James began to take off their shirts and trousers, stripping down to the swimming trunks they wore underneath. Moony, who had declined to borrow a pair of Sirius or James's swimsuits because "I'm just an animal anyway," took off all his clothing and ran into the water, splashing.

Pulling his shoes off, Sirius glanced out toward the lake and then stopped, staring.

Moony had not yet reached deep enough water to reach past his knees and his pale, slender, wet body shone in the sunlight. White scars crisscrossed over his chest, arms, and legs, though Sirius was too far away to distinguish most of them. There were a few light brown hairs in the middle of his chest, and quite a few more leading from his belly button down to his groin, where his flaccid penis and his testicles dangled between his legs.

Sirius didn't mean to stare, really. But he couldn't look away, and he couldn't help the tingling feeling beginning in his lower abdomen. A twitch in his cock woke Sirius up and he jumped, forcing himself to look down. That wasn't supposed to happen. That didn't make sense.

"Sirius, you coming?" James called.

"Yeah," Sirius called back, hoping his voice didn't sound weird.

It didn't make sense. Moony was a werewolf, a male werewolf. And even he'd been a male human, Sirius wasn't gay. Of course not. Maybe he wasn't really interested in girls like James was, but he figured he was just a late bloomer. He would find a girl he liked eventually. That didn't make him gay. Gay were kids like that Hufflepuff boy that everyone always teased, Samuel Steig. Or, as he was better known, "Queen Samantha." He had a high-pitched voice and all his friends were girls. He was gay. But Sirius certainly wasn't. It was a fluke, it had to be.

As he made his way into the water, Sirius tried to objectively look at James without his best friend noticing. James was wearing swimming trunks, of course, but Sirius surreptitiously glanced at his chest. More muscular than Moony's, definitely. From an objective viewpoint...possibly...more attractive. But it did nothing for him. No...strange inexplicable movements in his genital area.

See? Sirius thought to himself with relief. Nothing. I'm not attracted to men.

In spite of the reassurance, Sirius refused to look at Moony until the werewolf had put his clothes back on. He was certain it had been nothing, just his hormones acting up at the moment he happened to glance at Moony, but nevertheless he didn't want to take a chance of that happening again.

"You all right, Sirius?" James asked as they traipsed back through the trees to his house. "You were awfully quiet this afternoon."

"Fine," Sirius said, forcing a smile. "Just thinking, that's all."

"Something new for you?" James asked, sniggering, and Sirius shoved him. He told himself to forget about what happened at the lake. It was nothing. At the end of the summer he'd back to school and before he knew it he'd find some girl who would really get his blood pumping.

Moony laughed and fell back into the water, the resulting splash getting Sirius wet.

"Hey!" Sirius objected, but he was smiling and laughing too. Moony floated on his back, arms out to the sides and his eyes closed as he basked in the sun's glow. Every droplet of water on his body shimmered in the sunlight, making it look like he was glowing. And he was. He was so young and perfect and naked and beautiful.

Sirius reached a hand out, wanting to touch him, but he was afraid.

"It's okay," Moony encouraged. Even though his eyes were still closed he must have felt Sirius's want, his need.

Sirius touched the pool of water that had collected in the dip on Moony's collarbone. He traced his finger slowly down the werewolf's chest. Moony shivered at the contact but Sirius knew he liked it. His finger met the other's bellybutton but he didn't stop there. Feeling the wet skin beneath his the pad of his finger he went lower and lower until...

Sirius woke up with a start. He looked around and it took him a second to remember he was visiting James, but that wasn't the most pressing concern at the moment. His cock was stiff and positively aching. While yes, he'd indulged himself occasionally before because it felt good, he'd never felt such a need for it before.

Praying he wouldn't wake Moony, Sirius slowly and carefully got out of bed, grabbing his wand from the bedside table and hurrying into the bathroom. He quickly locked the door and whispered "Muffliato!" just to be safe, before dropping his wand on the floor and touching himself.

Sirius moaned as he felt the friction. It always felt good but had never been anything like this before. He didn't even care that Moony's wet and naked body kept flashing before his eyes because this was so good, it was so good.

With a loud cry he ejaculated over the toilet seat, sweating and panting for breath, holding the bowl to support himself. God...so intense. All the times he'd done it since he'd first discovered he could were nothing compared to this.

After taking a moment to catch his breath and let his heart slow down, Sirius quickly cleaned off the toilet and washed his hands. He picked his wand back up, disabled the muffling spell and went back to his room, crawling into bed beside Moony.

"Sirius?" the werewolf whispered, squinting his eyes open. "You okay?"

"Had to use the bathroom," Sirius muttered without catching his eye. It wasn't a lie, after all, he just didn't specify what he'd used the bathroom for. "Go back to sleep, Moony."

Moony closed his eyes again and rolled over, shifting the tiniest bit closer to Sirius in the process. The young wizard, however, could not fall back asleep right away. As he lay in the Potters' guest bedroom and stared at the ceiling, the unprecedented high he'd felt from his orgasm wore off and guilt settled in.

What had he done? What was going on? Why had that...incredible feeling been brought about...not just by a boy, but by Moony? It didn't make any sense. Even if he were gay (which, of course, he wasn't), he shouldn't be attracted to Moony of all people! Well, that was just it. Moony wasn't a person. Moony was a werewolf, an animal for Merlin's sake! What kind of freak was he, attracted to an animal?

"I'm not," Sirius whispered to himself.

Of course he wasn't. He couldn't be. It was just a bizarre dream, born out of perhaps spending too much time with his pet, and for happening to see the werewolf naked for the first time while he was going through puberty. He was fourteen, his hormones were raging. It had been better this time than ever before because he'd never had such a needy erection before. His significant arousal had not been a result of being attracted to Moony. Nothing like that.

Sirius continued not being attracted to Moony for the rest of the summer. He did not find himself staring at the werewolf across the room, marveling at how his eyes shined whenever he smiled. He did not imagine what it would feel like to touch the skin of his chest, his back, his...erm...other places...when he was petting his hair. And he most certainly did not have any more dreams involving Moony naked, dreams that left him so hard he thought he would die or, even worse, dreams that left his bedsheets a sticky mess he needed to clean up before the cause of his dream woke up. No. None of this was actually happening.

Except it was.

Sirius told himself it was a phase. It had to be a phase. And it would go away once the summer ended and school started again. Sleeping in a bed without his werewolf curled up next to him would certainly get the dreams to stop. And...well...even if it didn't at least he wouldn't have to worry about Moony waking up covered in Sirius's semen. He knew he could change the sleeping arrangements whenever he pleased and his pet wouldn't argue, but Sirius just didn't have the heart to kick him out of the bed. And he had to admit he liked having Moony right there next to him, feeling his warmth, stroking his hair. He'd always liked it. Watching his breathing profile after he fell asleep or before he woke up...well maybe that one was new.

Sirius played with the food on his plate instead of eating it. He didn't know why he felt so lonely. All right, so it was full moon and Moony had had to be rushed off to the Room of Requirement as soon as their carriage had arrived, but James and Peter were here. He hadn't seen Peter all summer and he hadn't seen James in over a month, but somehow right now he felt like he was eating next to them rather than with them.

He realized it was because he was not participating in the conversation.

And he also realized that the reason for this was because the conversation was about girls.

Apparently Peter had had his first romance over the summer. A Muggle girl babysat for his next-door neighbors and they'd hit it off. James wanted to hear every juicy detail even though they'd done nothing more than kiss. Then he bragged about how he was being pure and saving himself for Lily Evans, who he decided to ask out at that moment in front of the entire school for the umpteenth time. As a result, he had a bowl of mashed potatoes charmed to dump itself on his head, much to the table's amusement.

"So how about you, Sirius?" James asked in an undertone once his hair was rid of all traces of mashed potato. "You got your eye on anyone?"

"What?" Sirius asked, dropping his fork. "Oh...no," he said, not catching James or Peter's eye. "No...not at the moment, no."

"Who is it?" Peter asked eagerly, leaning forward.

"Are you deaf or just stupid?" Sirius asked crossly. "I just said I don't fancy anyone right now."

"Yeah, and you were very convincing about it, too," James added with a grin. "Go on, we won't tell."

Sirius laughed out loud. "Sure you will. Or you'll forge my signature on some sappy love note and charm it to sing her awake in the morning."

"That's a brilliant idea!" James said, his hazel eyes lighting up. "Peter, have you got any parchment on you?"

"No, it's in my trunk. Besides," he added, rolling his eyes. "We don't even know who the mystery girl is."

"No no no," James said in disgust, shaking his head. "Not for Sirius. For Lily! It's such a romantic idea—she's bound to go out with me!"

Peter and Sirius burst out laughing for a near minute, and right when they were about to stop they both caught sight of James's crestfallen face, which simply amplified their mirth.

Fortunately, Peter's amusement and James's horror got both boys to forget about Sirius's nonexistent love interest...at least until the end of the feast.

"Hey, Sirius," Peter said as they headed for the dormitories, "you never did tell us who you like."

"I wonder why that could be," Sirius said sarcastically.

"Because he's afraid we'll tease him," James said, slipping an arm around his best friend's shoulders. "Come on, mate, don't you know us better than that?"

"No, it's because there is no one in the first place," Sirius said angrily. And well...it was half-true. Sirius didn't fancy Moony. The werewolf was his pet and he adored him, but he didn't have those kinds of feelings. He didn't obsess over him the way James obsessed over Lily. And the sexual attraction...well...it was just something weird he'd soon get over. Although maybe...Sirius frowned to himself. Maybe a good way to do that would be to actually get a girlfriend. True, he didn't have a crush on any particular girl at the moment, but there were certainly plenty of attractive ones around. Surely if he went out with a girl that was pretty enough, he would start to fancy her, start to find himself attracted to her...and he could jerk off without having to fantasize about his pet's naked body.

"All right," Sirius hissed. "If I tell you, will it get you off my back?"

James grinned. "No," he said at the same time as Peter shrugged, "Probably not."

Sirius rolled his eyes. "Fine. I won't then."

"Aww, come on," Peter whined.

"Yeah, Sirius, that's no fair."

Sirius sighed. "All right," he repeated, still in an undertone. He cast his eyes around and they landed on a Ravenclaw fifth year, a pretty girl with shiny black hair down to her waist. She had very feminine curves and skin a few shades darker than Sirius's and was about an inch or two shorter than him. "Rebeka," he whispered to his friends, nodding at her. "Rebeka Vick."

James and Peter stared openly at Rebeka and Sirius rolled his eyes, thinking it was a miracle the girl didn't notice.

"Sirius," James said as he turned back to his best friend. His voice was filled with patience. "You know aside from Lily she's one of the best-looking girls here, right?"

"What about her sister instead?" Peter asked. "Rhonda? She's in our year and she's...well...almost as pretty."

It took nearly all of Sirius's self-control not to roll his eyes again. "I'm going to bed," he stated. Then he stalked off without giving a second glance to James, Peter, or Rebeka.