A/N: Yay! Another chapter! Thanks for all the kind words! Sorry I haven't been up to date with comments lately. They are all appreciated though!
A/N2: If you're interested in getting a better visual of how everyone looks in my mind...well A Fine Frenzy AKA Alison Sudol is what I think Lily would have become if her father hadn't lost his job all those years ago and she hadn't become punk and rebellious. I just mention this because that was the first thought I had when I watched her vid Electric Twist (which is awesome).

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Pass It On: Marauders Last Tour

It seems that this could be the last tour The Marauders will perform together. Strained relationships between the members have reached a breaking point. Reports of James Potter and Sirius Black in particular have reached my ever-listening ear. For the past week, the two men have yet to say a word to one another that's not in relation to performing and are hardly seen together before and after shows.

While I admit it's a shame that this wonderful band is going to break up after supporting Frankie Long but I'm sure I'm not the only one to wonder if this means a solo album from the delectable Sirius Black. I sure hope so.

Celestina Warbeck
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopaedia

Celestina Nyesha Warbeck (born 16 December, 1988) is an English singer- songwriter, dancer and model, better known simply as Celestina Warbeck. Celestina started her career as a model when she was discovered in a London talent agent's office at the age of 14. Although her original intent for the trip into London had been to try and get signed as a musician, she felt modelling would be a good way to try and enter the entertainment business.

Celestina released her debut album, Can't Have My Heart, in 2009. The album peaked in the top ten of the Billboard 200 chart and features her hit singles "Hot, Strong Love", "Right Out", "I'm Gone" and "Bad Boys". Can't Have My Heart earned Celestina a number awards and many more nominations.

Since her debut as a pop singer, there have been numerous comparisons made between Celestina, Rihanna and Lady Gaga.

Earlier in their friendship, most of the petty fights that Sirius and James had often ended with a punch. As they matured slightly and spent even more time together, they developed a silent understanding of the other. Nowadays, their arguments normally would end with a few hours of silence between them until they were cooled down enough to give each other an understanding nod and perhaps a pat on the back. This fight had been different though.

Despite the numerous attempts at small talk and apologies, James refused to acknowledge Sirius. Any mention of what had happened in that hotel suite fired James up once again and Sirius realised early on he needed to back off and let his friend try and get over the shock. Unfortunately, others started to notice and tried to find out what was wrong, eventually making matters worse.

It had been a few weeks after the tour and Sirius had yet to hear anything from James. In fact, James had even missed a charity dinner the band had planned to attend. This only served to highlight how rocky their relationship had become. Sirius had started to regret going on the tour. Everything had ended so badly and not only did Sirius no longer talk to James but he had also stopped talking to Frank -but that was because of reasons other than the Ritz incident.

Peter was the only band member who was still in contact with all three of his old friends and was constantly trying to find ways to fix the severed ties. Currently, he was working on Sirius as they chatted in Sirius' flat. Even though Sirius felt there was no need for Peter to stick his nose in matters that would hopefully naturally heal on its own, he still enjoyed the company of the drummer who had a particularly good sense of humour and could make him laugh even if thoughts about James or Frank darkened his mood.

"Frank's still pestering me to ask you for the number of that blonde bird in Remus' band." Peter mentioned lightly, in hopes that mentioning Frank in a somewhat amusing way would lessen Sirius' anger.

"Has he apologised to me yet?" Demanded Sirius and Peter shook his head, trying to hide a sigh. "Then he's not getting any help from me. Besides, I talked to Remus about it and he told me Alice would rather stab Frank in the eye than listen to him try and charm her. Tell him that."

"Come on mate, you know Frank's a bit of a wanker. It adds to his charm. Do you really need to stay angry with him? He did try to help out between you and James."

"Well it didn't do any good, did it?" Sirius bitterly said. "Besides, Frank being a wanker doesn't give him an excuse for getting me drunk and suggesting I get a tattoo."

"No offence, but you're the one who went whole heartedly with the idea. Anyway I think it's kind of…cute. Getting the initials of your boyfriend and all. How's it healing up by the way?"

"It's all right thanks." Even though Sirius didn't want to admit it, he still got a thrill every time he thought about the tattoo. On one of the last days of the tour, Frank had gotten Sirius so drunk that he had been relatively open to any suggestion on how to pass time. Frank suggested tattoos and Sirius decided it was a brilliant idea. Though from what Sirius could piece together, the getting a tattoo and Remus who had numerous tattoos were two thoughts that kept on linking. So in the end, Sirius had the initials RJL tattooed on the very spot Remus had licked him the first time they met.

No matter how much Sirius objected to the tattoo or blamed Frank for being a complete bastard, he knew he wasn't going to make any plans to get it removed any time soon. The first time Remus saw it, he grinned like a maniac and gave Sirius the best blowjob he had ever received. The tattoo had only just healed fully and Remus had been somewhat obsessed with it. As long as it kept on reassuring amazing sex, Sirius really didn't see any reason to get it removed. Besides, it wasn't like anyone else could see it.

"Can we talk about something else? This is getting me depressed." Lied Sirius, already feeling himself heat up at the thoughts of what Remus had done to him in bed.

"Uh sure…what did you have in mind?" Peter asked, deciding to let Sirius guide the conversation. As much as he would like to try and mend things with Sirius and James, he knew he had to be careful. James may have been the more dramatic one but Sirius knew how to keep a grudge.

"What's been going on in your life?"

"Doing a few more hosting gigs for the BBC."

"Really? Buzzcocks again?"

"Yeah, also may be on the couch with Graham Norton. A lot of it is still early days but I guess they liked my last time hosting Buzzcocks and wanted me to do a few more."

"That makes sense. You did well on Buzzcocks. I couldn't stop laughing."

"Yeah…if I'm lucky, I convinced Celestina to be on the panel."

"Celestina?" The name rang a bell and Sirius saw a tinge of pink on Peter's cheeks. She must have been important to the drummer.

"Warbeck. You remember? We first met her at Lollapalooza and then she sat at our table during that charity dinner."

"Oh yeah, the chatty one," Sirius suddenly remembered the singer. She seemed sweet and talked quite a bit. Another thing Sirius remembered about her was that she was attractive- even if he didn't like to admit there were women he found attractive.

"She was laughing at all your jokes at the dinner."

"Yeah when she wasn't flirting with you." Peter said with a tinge of jealousy. He knew he wasn't the most attractive one of The Marauders and tried to make up for in humour but for a bird like Celestina, that wouldn't be enough

"Flirting? Is that what she was doing? Aw, come on Pete. Don't be upset. You know just as well as I do I'm not interested in her."

"Yeah, well you still exchanged numbers."

"Only because she wanted me to produce a couple of songs for her new album."

"Yeah, right. That's definitely what she had in mind." Laughed Peter bitterly. It caused Sirius to frown. Before Sirius could say anything to make Peter feel better, the front door of the flat opened. Remus walked through the door with a bag of groceries and acknowledged the two men in the living room before making his way towards the kitchen. Suddenly, Peter stood up, rubbing his hands together nervously.

"Uh, I think I'll be heading off." Peter announced.

"You sure? You practically just got here."

"No, I wouldn't want to disturb the two of you. See you soon Sirius. Tell Celestina I said hello."

As Peter made way for the door, Remus exited the kitchen and smiled.

"Hey Peter. How are you?"

"I'm fine. I'm going though. Bye."

The door closed quickly behind Peter, leaving the two men alone. Remus walked over to sit next to Sirius on the sofa with a sigh. He leaned into Sirius as arms snaked around the punk's waist.

"I don't think he likes me either." Said Remus and Sirius kissed him on the neck gently.

"Don't say that."

"It's true. None of your friends seem to like me."

"Give them time to adjust. They'll warm up." Assured Sirius. Although Remus didn't believe it, he didn't say anything further as Sirius reached out for the remote to turn on the tele. Once a suitable channel was found, they snuggled closer together. Basking in the attention Sirius was still giving him, Remus moved his neck so more kisses could be placed on it. Eventually, their attention was brought back to whatever show was playing as they found each other's hands and weaved their fingers together.

James was surprised, but excited nonetheless, to find Lily Evans standing on his doorstep. After his initial shock wore off, he invited her in and suddenly realised there was a bass guitar case strapped to her back.

"What brings you here?" He asked, not bothering to ask the other questions of how she knew where he lived and how she got past security.

"I wanted to give your bass back. I can't keep it." She said, taking the bass guitar case off her back.

"You remembered me? I mean, you remembered me from way back when? The nick name and everything?" He felt his chest inflate with glee. It was a long shot that she'd even remember all those years ago. He was convinced at that age that she was his soul mate and the redhead had stayed in the back of his mind since then. Maybe she felt the same.

"Oh…um no. You're name's engraved on a plate in the back of the fret board. I noticed it a couple weeks ago." Admitted Lily and James felt like an utter berk. Of course she didn't remember him.

"Oh yeah…"

"Thanks though…for the bass and uh, remembering I guess. I mean, after I read the note I got some flashbacks. It's not that I didn't want to remember before though," explained Lily. She felt bad for James. Sure he had struck her at first as a creep but now she knew why. He'd liked her since they were kids and still liked her enough to give her a bass when she most needed one. The fact that James had known her from years before put a lot of his actions into perspective. It was actually rather sweet of him if she took the time to think about it.

"I- that time was the start of my life turning to shit really. I don't really think about a lot of things from when I was a kid." Lily explained and James seemed to understand.

"Oh, no. That's fine. I suppose I should have known something was up when you had been pulled out of lessons."

"We were what? 5? You weren't to know. I'm sorry I acted like a bitch to you before last time we saw each other though."

"You didn't remember me. I must have looked like a creeper." James agreed, shrugging off their recent past.

"Well…thanks for everything. Here." Lily tried to hand James back his bass but he refused to take it back.

"No, it was a present, you keep it."

"I can't. Not without being guilty."

"It's not a big deal. I can afford another one."

"Yeah well I can't afford one and it's not right to accept it. I feel like I'd owe you something more than I'm comfortable with." Lily continued and James noticed she was starting to get agitated.

"All right. Maybe one day you'll take it." Caved James. He was finally having a proper conversation with her and didn't want to sour the mood. Taking back the bass, James had full intentions of giving it back to Lily one day. Or perhaps buying one especially made for her.

"Well, thanks again. I should head off."

"Wait- do you want tea or something? I mean, we could catch up properly. It's been a long while yeah?" For a moment, Lily looked hesitant before finally agreeing. Excited, James sat the bass on a sofa before leading her all the way to the kitchen.

"So uh, your manager still a jerk?" He asked casually, not knowing he was opening a can of rabid worms.

"God is he ever. I absolutely hate him! The smug fucking berk."

"Uh…"

"He's a conniving thieving bastard and I wish I had some case against him. Wipe that smug smirk off his face forever."

"Case?"

"Oh sorry. I suppose I should go ahead and tell you. I think he's been taking money from the band and pocketing it. I mean, none of us get much and he made me pay for all these damages in Germany one night when we got rowdy. It was why I couldn't buy a bass when I needed one."

"He charged you? It's his responsibility as a manager to deal with the finances during the tour. Not shove them off to you. In fact, it should be in his contract. That itself could be a grounds for legal action. Hey, I can call up my lawyer and talk to him about it and maybe he'd have some suggestions about what to do."

"First a bass and now a lawyer? This really is too much."

"Hey, you gave me back my bass. This is legal business. If your manager really is cheating you out of money, then wouldn't it be better to figure it all out now legally before you get into any trouble trying to get a case with other methods?"

"Well I suppose…"

"You don't have to feel like you owe me anything. I've been going out of my mind with boredom these past few weeks. It'll give me something to do if anything. I mean that is if you want me to help out more."

Lily looked at James for a moment. He seemed like he genuinely wanted to help and a part of Lily wanted to let him. Sure she had her pride but maybe spending more time with him might be fun- even if it was all legal jargon. Remus had all but moved out it felt and she'd been feeling a little lonely as of late.

Smiling, Lily took James' offer as well as the cup of tea he handed her.

Since returning from tour, Sirius had found Remus lounging throughout his flat more and more. It wasn't disconcerting at all. In fact, Sirius rather liked being able to walk over to Remus, plant a large kiss on his forehead and then walk away without questions. He had a feeling Remus enjoyed it as well.

Still, Remus was not bound to Sirius in any tangible way and so had taken to coming and going as freely as he wanted. Though often it would be just going out for needed socialising and getting some clothes at his flat before coming back and snuggling next to Sirius.

After finishing some errands, one including a meeting with his manager Kingsley Shacklebolt, Sirius returned home. He wasn't surprised to find the flat dark and quiet so just assumed Remus had wandered outside. Walking towards his bedroom, an exotic smell caught Sirius' attention. It was a mix of peppermint, roses, eucalyptus leaves, lavender and a hint of smoke. Following it into the bedroom that happened to still have its lights on, Sirius walked further until he reached the bathroom door. It was only open a crack but a little steam was escaping. Poking his head in, Sirius was surprised to see Remus lying back in the large tub, up to his neck in bubbles. A lit cigarette was in one hand and a small teacup was in his other as a makeshift ashtray. Sirius wasn't sure whether to be amused to see Remus in a bubble bath or to be upset Remus was smoking in the flat.

"I wouldn't have pegged you for a man who liked baths." Sirius stated as he walked in. Remus didn't show any sign of being shocked at having been found out and Sirius wasn't sure if the flush on his cheeks was a blush or just a sign that the water was hot.

"Sorry but I sort of pegged you for a man who would have bubbles and bath salts. Though them being in pink packaging was a bit of a surprise." Remus replied taking a long drag and letting the smoke slowly escape from his nostrils and mouth. Taking a seat on the sink counter, Sirius leaned back, hoping it would help him assess the situation.

"If you had noticed, it was all unopened in an equally unopened gift basket. It was a present from a bath salt company but the name on the gift card- if memory serves me right- was Shakira. I think they must have thought I was dating her at the time." Sirius said, defence in his tone. For a moment, he faltered, wondering whether to question Remus on the cigarettes. A lighter and new packet of cigarettes was sitting on the ground by the bathtub. From this angle, he could see slightly into the teacup and saw other cigarette butts. Knowing that Remus had stopped smoking pot at the knowledge that it made Sirius uncomfortable (or if he was still doing it, was hiding it very well), Sirius took a breath and chanced it.

"Why are you smoking? You know I don't like it. Well, I mean I never stated it but you know how I felt about the weed and-" Sirius stopped when Remus roughly shoved the half smoked cigarette into the cup, putting it out. Then he let his arm fall over the side of the tub, teacup dropping to the ground with ash and butts spilling out and mingling with the broken china.

A little shocked and hurt at the reaction, Sirius slipped off the counter to leave but stopped when he heard Remus' next sentence.

"I used to take baths when I was little. After a bad day at school, I'd get in and pretend it didn't happen."

"Was today a bad day?" Asked Sirius in concern. He remembered something about Remus getting picked on as a child and all thoughts of being angry with him dispersed. Moving over to sit on the edge of the tub, Sirius made sure to avoid the ash and porcelain on the tiles.

"Lily's gonna take Dung to court. Said she's finally got some evidence that he's been cheating us and pocketing our profits."

"Oh. Well that's good then, isn't it? You'll get it back?"

"Well Dung is a twat. But he's a smart twat. Once he hears what she's planning he'll probably piss off somewhere we can't find him. It's all bullshit. I hate court."

"Well if it's a legal matter, he'll have to come to court sometime right?"

Remus shrugged a little before settling further into the bath. It was an obvious sign that he didn't want to think about the impending lawsuit anymore. Sirius started to take off his clothes and poked Remus so the punk would scoot over a bit. The tub had more than enough room for one person but they'd have to shift a little until the both of them could fit comfortably.

Once Sirius got into the hot bath, he settled down and put an arm around Remus. The saddened punk simply let his self be held, burrowing his head in the crook of Sirius' neck before closing his eyes with an indulgent sigh. Kissing Remus' forehead, Sirius smiled and just started to stroke Remus' wet hair.

Late that night, Sirius found himself lying in bed with Remus sleeping in his arms. For once, he felt at peace. It didn't matter that James was still angry with him or that Frank was still a berk. None of that mattered at this moment because he had Remus.

Giving the sleeping punk a soft kiss on the forehead, Sirius thought back to the visit Peter had paid him about a week earlier. He genuinely felt bad for the drummer. It was true that Sirius and James earned a lot of attention from women. Sure, Pete got quite a few ladies as well but his looks had always been a soft spot for him. Since their fame exploded, Pete started to go to the gym more often and took more and more advice from their stylists but he may not really ever reach the same status of Sirius as the heartthrob.

Even if Sirius didn't care about birds throwing themselves at him, he at least had someone like Remus now. Someone who he could go home to and not care about what tabloids or managers said. Someone whose kiss made any shit day better. There was nothing better than that.

Before drifting off to sleep, Sirius made a mental note to call Celestina the next day to try and talk about producing a few songs and perhaps putting in a few good words for Peter.