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For Em xxx

Was it wise? Most definitely not. Did they do it anyways? Of course.

It hadn't been that hard actually, seeing as no one would expect this level of foolhardiness from either of them in these dark times. Though, maybe they should have.

He felt free here, it was probably the first time he had felt free in months. Even living in a dinghy, dank cave with an oversized bird as his only companion, eating rats and other small creatures had been nicer than going back to that place.

Grimmauld Place was wrought with dreadful memories that just seemed to stomp their way down his throat and crawl from the deep recesses of his brain, hissing and snapping for his attention.

It got harder to ignore them after a while, but it always seemed easier when he was around. Though, Sirius wasn't always happy to see him these days, because he had agreed to something stupid.

Remus John Lupin, with his stupid good looking face, and stupid, fit body, and nice arse. With his stupid hazel eyes and beautiful scars. The idiot had agreed to go back undercover at the Werewolf packs. Which pissed Sirius off.

Dumbledore was manipulating Remus again, and it was this kind of shite that had gotten them into trouble during the First Wizarding War.

Thankfully he had been back for the last two weeks, since he thought his cover was blown. Sirius wasn't going to let him go back. Not for shite.

Sirius stared out into the cold, at the trees covered in fluffy white powder. It had been falling all day, and even though it had lightened up, it was still quite thickly layered on the ground.

Sirius gently stomped his foot to combat some of the cold that had slid into his boots-that was trying to worm its way into his socks. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a packet of his favourite brand of fags, he nimbly retrieved one and then shoved the almost empty packet back in his pocket.

He plucked his wand from behind his ear, and put the fag between his lips, holding his hand a little ways in front of it so the icy night breeze wouldn't interfere and then mumbled an incantation and had a small flame light at the tip of his wand. He held the flame at the end of the fag until he was sure it was lit.

The tiny flame sputtered before dying, and Sirius shook out his shoulder length hair before he tucked his wand back from whence it came.

He took a deep drag, letting his lungs expand, and then he took the fag out as he slowly blew out the smoke.

Once, he used to show off and make rings out of the smoke, and do other tricks. That had been years ago, and he found it wasn't as amusing when James wasn't there to laugh and cheer him on.

Remus found him on the front porch a few minutes, deep in thought.

It's an easy and silent communication as Sirius reaches into his pocket and hands Remus the packet. In a minute or so, Remus is smoking himself, one hand shoved in his pocket, the other holding the fag limply by his side as he tips his head to the sky and sighs out the smoke.

"So...Tonks," Sirius said after a few moments of companionable silence.

"Still haven't talked to her," Remus replied simply.

"Maybe you should," Sirius said lightly with a casual shrug of his shoulders.

"Then she'll want an explanation...and what am I supposed to say, 'oh, I don't actually love you. We had sex for a few months and you thought I did. You love me, and…' - " Remus cut himself off, a frown marring his lovely features, "-anyway. She doesn't get why I broke it off with her a few months back. I didn't really give her a reason," Remus says quietly.

"Cause you're madly in love with me?" Sirius teased lightly, finally turning to look at Remus with a bright grin, but the look only lasts a moment before Sirius turns away again.

"Always."

Sirius shook his head, bemused, and dropped the butt of his fag on the ground beside him and crushed it beneath the heel of his boot.

He shoved his hands in his trouser pockets and strode out into the snow, his feet sinking in slightly as its crunching filled his ears.

He ignored that he could hear Remus following him.

Sirius stopped after a few feet and tipped his head skyward, taking in a deep inhale of the chilly air.

Remus didn't say anything when he stopped beside Sirius, of course he didn't. The bloody idiot knew him after all. They didn't need to use words when a look could convey everything.

It had been a long time since Sirius had had love, not the love Harry gave him without abandon. Not the irritated affection Molly showed him. Loving someone and having them love you back, it'd been years, and it had been with the Werewolf beside him.

"Sirius," Remus whispered then, and Sirius shivered-he lied to himself and said it was because of the cold.

"Moony," Sirius murmured back, and he finally turned to look at Remus.

It feels like an impossibly long moment, a heated moment of hazel meeting grey, and their hot breath falls from their lips causing small clouds to form, the wisps dance through the air. It's hot then, and warmth is pulsing through his veins. That's it, isn't it? Moony makes him feel warm.

He barely has time to register what's happening, as he gets swept up in the moment and then they collide. Cold lips and warm mouths, and his Moony's hands are buried in his hair. Sirius can't help himself from gripping Moony's arse, it is a nice one after all, and it deserves to be grabbed.

Sirius feels like his heart may burst, because it's Moony. His Moony, right there in his arms. Godric he forgot how good it felt to kiss Remus. Their lips are moving against each other's furiously, and so much time has passed, but somehow it all just melts away with this one kiss.

Remus breaks the kiss, and Sirius grins brightly when he sees his Werewolf's eyes are now amber flecked with gold. That is his Moony.

Their hot breath mingles together, and they just cling together. Sirius squeezed Remus's arse just for the heck of it, and the Werewolf's head falls back as a low and throaty laugh bubbles out of him.

Remus's hair fell in his eyes when he lowered his head, his tongue darting out to run along his bottom lip.

"Always," Sirius said then, and Remus's eyes widened a fraction before a warm smile spread across his face, the smile lines crinkling by his eyes. Sirius missed that carefree smile, and he was glad that he was the cause of it. They stayed like that for a while, the snow catching in their hair, and their gazes unwavering. Just holding each other, just holding each other and enjoying the moment. It was their moment, and nothing was going to take it away from them.

It was a December night that neither was going to forget, because despite all of the darkness, they had each other, and they were each other's light.