Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter – I only own the story.

WARNING: No violence, but very smutty M-rated material. Anybody 13 or younger might want to skip this chappie.

They were walking into the Great Hall with only their smallest fingers intertwined, but to them they were almost holding each other's hearts. They weren't exactly having everybody's eyes on them, but the hall seemed to have almost silenced when they had approached the doors, standing in the middle while smiling at everybody.

Their fingers squeezing against each other, they smiled to each other's eyes before separating into opposite tables.

James was the first one staring – no, not staring – glaring, in Remus' and Sirius' direction. He couldn't help his eyes from narrowing as Sirius, still smiling and smirking, sat down next to the other Quidditch players – who were all patting his back in congratulations.

He had broken them up and lost a friend, which was not exactly okay, but it was fine.

Now his friend was still lost, and he was with Remus – who was the only reason that he lost his friend in the first place.

He wanted to stomp over to the other end of the table and stick his fork up Sirius' nose while sticking his napkin into his ear – and of course, throwing his eggs at his face.

And of course he would have to do the same to Remus.

But he didn't. He simply threw down his knife and stalked out of the Great Hall, not wanting to see or hear things that he didn't want to witness or overhear.

Sirius didn't care.

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Remus didn't necessarily like public displays of affection, but with Sirius he made a point to do them.

Every time they were about to go to class, they would stop the entire mob of people by Sirius grabbing his wrist and whisking him aside, kissing him so hard on the mouth it almost looks like it hurts, and everybody stares before they go into the classroom.

Remus makes a point to make everyone stare.

But today it seemed so, so very rich, because all the Gryffindors, including the Quidditch team and James and Peter were all there, watching, when Sirius came up to him and attached his lips to his so firmly and licked at his lips so heatedly that Remus couldn't help but moan and some people would even whistle.

On February fourteenth – Valentines Day – Sirius had scheduled both of them to go to Hogsmeade with all the other kids, and Sirius had almost been afraid that Remus had already made studying plans or something but Remus was positively joyful when he heard about the date and could not stop obsessing about it.

When Sirius had first told him, Remus' eyes had widened in such a glowing way that it made Sirius' insides squirm, and then he started jumping in his chair. He hopped up, jumped into Sirius' lap, and thanked him again and again and again by kissing him.

Sirius supposed that nobody had ever asked Remus out before, and although it was sad, he was extremely happy that Remus was so… his, and that he was Remus' first his.

Cradling him in his arms in an all-smile hug, Remus had then jumped off of his lap and starting rambling on about all they would have to do in Hogsmeade.

The sweetshop, and the prankshop, and the bookshop, and quillshop, and the Three Broomsticks, and the broomshop and –

"Well, we'll have to save some time for the Shrieking Shack." Sirius said.

Remus' eager smile faded slightly, his hand still poised. "Why do we have to go to the old, haunted, creaking building far far away that we have to tramp through the snow to?"

Sirius scoffed. "You don't believe any of that shit, do you, Remus? That old building isn't haunted. I suspect some weird thing has been torn it up once."

Remus winced.

So he was a thing.

"Look, why do we have to ruin our visit? We won't have enough time to visit that old shack. We have classes, too."

"We can't run out of time, Rem. No classes either, it's going to be a Saturday."

Remus sighed. "We'll see, Sirius."

Shrugging, Sirius stacked up his books and stood up. He leaned over and kissed Remus' lips for three seconds. "See you later." He said, smiling wickedly.

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It had been a long morning for Sirius as he had settled himself into his armchair and talked peacefully with Peter, simply waiting for the Winter weeks to be swept away. Valentines Day was approaching and Sirius had been extremely content waiting for the visit to Hogsmeade. He even endured Remus' rantings about going there – despite what Remus said – Sirius simply had to believe that Remus had never been to Hogsmeade before ever.

"I've just never been with anyone before." He always firmly said, and Sirius would shake his head over and over, smiling sometimes.

Remus had even made a schedule about what they would be doing.

"Why isn't the Shrieking Shack on here?" Sirius asked, examining the paper.

"Er – well, I told you before – I don't think it would be necessary."

"It's not that long of a walk." Sirius said defensively.

"But then we won't have time for Honeydukes."

"We'll have all day, Remus." Sirius said bluntly.

"Oh for Heaven's sake, Sirius, I don't have all my time free. I wanna study that day too." Remus said exasperatedly, his eyes flashing.

"It's Valentines Day, Rem. No studying."

"Then no Shrieking Shack."

Sirius twitched. "Fine."

Remus smiled and wrapped his arms around Sirius' neck, kissing him gently.

"Thank you, Siri." He said, attaching their lips again into a kiss. Sirius' hand slid down softly to his waist and let his fingers rest lightly over his hipbone and his tongue fell into Remus' mouth.

Remus made a mental note never to disappoint Sirius again.

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Sometimes living with Sirius' impulsive moods was not always worth the sweet cuddling after midnight in the Gryffindor common room. They way that his inspiration inspired Remus too sometimes simply got Remus off task and angry.

Tonight was one of those nights when Remus simply had to put down his homework instead of his foot, and just give in to Sirius' warm hands and moist lips.

"So Remus. Who do you fancy?" Sirius asked on his bed, his finger trailing down Remus' stomach teasingly.

Remus' eyes grew wide and then he smiled, pulling Sirius on top of him by a yank of his collar.

Growling in his ear, he husked: "Well, he's not in my house…" He nibbled on his earlobe temptingly.

"Uh huh." Sirius replied breathlessly, his breath sucked in.

"He has the body of a well-trained Quidditch professional…" He clued on, kissing his neck gently, his hands still fastened on Sirius' collar.

Sirius grumbled a low sound from his throat. "He has the most gorgeous gray eyes that just seem to make me float away…"

Their eyes met in a smile.

"And he has the compassion–" kiss on the jaw "–kindness–" kiss on the chin "– and brains–" kiss on the lips. "–of the most perfect person in the world."

Sirius stared at him for a moment; seeing the broadest grin he had ever seen on Remus, before attacking their lips together in a mind-crushing kiss.

They broke apart, gasping for air.

"So Sirius. Who do you like?"

Sirius smiled mischievously.

"Well, he's bloody handsome… and very sexy."

Remus blushed. "And he has the most amazing amber eyes – almost golden – that just seem to take me away to another land."

Remus' eyes sparkled as Sirius' hands slid down onto his waist.

"But what I love the most is his smile…. He doesn't need his lips to smile at me. It's a secret smile that he uses only for me… and it makes me feel so special to be the only who knows about it."

Sirius looked down and saw Remus beaming so much he looked like he was glowing – that Sirius just wanted to kiss him and kiss him and never stop.

"But it makes me so sad…" Sirius said quietly, playing with a strand of Remus' hair and not looking at his face but at the pillow. "To see something so beautiful…" He looked at his eyes sadly. "… torn with all this hurt."

He held up Remus' hand, and just like he had done in the common room a long while ago, he kissed the large scar that sliced through his hand, and then he kissed the two large parallel twin scars that ran down Remus' face.

Remus closed his eyes.

"You've had these scars for as long as I remember being with you… perhaps longer. So why aren't they gone yet, and faded, like normal scars?"

"They're just deep, that's all." Remus said rather uncomfortably.

Sirius ran a finger down one of them on his forehead. Remus shuddered.

His brow furrowed. "Who did this to you?"

"Nobody," Remus said quickly, pushing Sirius off of him and sitting up. "It's just my face and arms–"

Sirius was tempted to check the rest of his body for scars, but he didn't want to spoil the mood any farther then he already had.

Shrugging, Sirius kissed Remus' nose and pushed him back down on the bed, making him more relaxed.

"I love you, Siri."

"I love you more." Sirius whispered against his mouth. He felt a muscle on Remus' face move and him smile.

"Not possible." He said, flipping himself over so they were both on the sides instead of on top or on the bottom.

Sirius raised his eyebrows. "Should I show you?"

"Can't I show you first?" Remus asked slyly.

"How about we both do at the same time?"

Both of them grinning wickedly, Remus grabbed Sirius' tie and Sirius grabbed a handful of Remus' shirt and before they known it, their lips were fused together and sealed, both of them pulling at each other's clothing.

Sirius was on the top again.

His tie still in his hand, Remus pulled on it so it came loose. He slipped it into a hanging position, throwing it off without breaking the kiss.

Sirius instead unbuttoned the first button on Remus' clean white shirt, and slid his hand down to the skin underneath.

And he was extremely surprised to feel the roughness of scars. He gasped in unison with Remus.

Remus pulled Sirius' hand out of his shirt carefully.

"Who did this to you?" Sirius repeated again, a little angry at his suspicions of James. "James?"

"I had these scars before James and I crossed paths, Sirius."

"Then who–"

"Shush, Sirius." Remus said firmly, looking him in the eyes.

Sirius' hand reached for the collar of Remus shirt. He pulled it over his head and Remus whimpered at the exposed skin of his.

Sirius stared at every little scar in the patchwork of them all. Carefully, he traced each of them and then kissed his stomach gently where the blood used to run.

"You do know that I love you despite the fact that you have scars?"

"But they're ugly." Remus automatically said.

"They're very sexy Remus, they're all a part of you. They make you even hotter than you already are."

Remus blushed.

"Don't say that."

"You're beautiful, Remus, so stop telling yourself otherwise. Get used to hearing it." Sirius scolded, kissing him on the mouth hard.

Remus smiled gently.

"I love you for not caring about my scars."

Sirius flushed with the compliment.

Grinning like crazy for their multiple confessions, Remus kissed Sirius obstinately for a long time on the lips.

Sirius ignored Remus' gasp and unbuttoned his pants button while sliding his tongue into Remus' mouth.

He gasped, and immediately starting whimpering.

Sirius stopped, concerned, and cradled the crying boy in his arms protectively.

"Remus – what is wrong?" He asked quietly, stroking the hair out of his forehead.

"I-I dunno… it's just been so long since somebody has touched me."

Sirius sighed, bringing his forehead to Remus' gently.

"Well, Rem, I don't know what to tell you. You're gorgeous, so get used to it."

Remus smiled, but laid his head down on the pillow, the hair splattering around on the pillow.

Sirius laid down next to him, staring into his eyes softly.

"We can play later again…" He said understandingly, scooping the hair out of Remus' eyes.

"Thank you."

"When was the last time you had a boyfriend? Or perhaps girlfriend?"

Remus looked down at the sheets. There was a pause.

"Never, Siri."

Astounded, Sirius lifted up Remus' chin tenderly. "Well, that's okay. Tomorrow is Saturday, so we'll have Valentines Day all to ourselves with no class interruptions."

"Okay. I'm looking forward to it." He smiled and closed his eyes sleepily.

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This was the snowiest that Sirius had ever seen Hogsmeade. It was hail, snow, flurries, and ice all at once. Remus was refusing to let the weather get into their way, though.

"At least it's not raining." He had said right when they had grabbed their mittens and coats.

They were walking along the snowy village, hand-in-hand, and not talking. Remus was taking in the beautiful scenery and simply staring at all the beautiful shops decorated with delicious smells wafting outside.

"It's like a beautiful Christmas card…" Remus said, sighing. He laid his head on Sirius' shoulder.

He took out his schedule thoughtfully. "Okay. Time for Honeydukes."

Sirius nodded vigorously and fought through the snow, since now he at least knew where they were heading to. He made sure not to let go of Remus' hand as they weaved in and out of the large crowds, until they finally heard the tinkling bell of the sweetshop.

For Remus, it had been like opening a coloring book. Everything was colorful, and bright, and light and cheery, and somehow kiddish that makes everyone feel so alive and imaginative.

He's not much of a sweet tooth except for chocolate, so he rushes past all the window displays toward the chocolate treats and gawks at them all.

"Are there samples?" Remus asked hopefully, his hand clenched around the small money in his pocket.

"Remus, you can get something, you know. I won't scold you or anything for shopping."

Smiling, Remus grabbed for the chocolates, turning to Sirius happily.

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They had gone almost everywhere except for a couple places, Remus noted, as they sipped warm butterbeers in the Three Broomsticks.

Remus had gotten a year-supply of chocolate, a new quill, and three books. Sirius had gone wild in the Quidditch shop and emptied his pockets almost entirely, saving only a bit left for a treat-for-two in the Three Broomsticks.

"It's only one thirty, Rem. I wanna go to the Shrieking Shack."

Remus' face fell. "Let's not."

"Oh, pleeeassseee…" Sirius whined, his face pouting.

Remus hated when Sirius did that. He almost always gave into him. "Maybe." He said.

"You know what," Sirius said. "I have something that I think might convince you." He gulped down the last of his butterbeer, slammed down his glass, and snatched Remus' hand up before prancing outside of the shop into the cold.

Remus wrapped his scarf around his neck as he slipped around the icy ground. They had passed the Hogs Head when Remus was getting edgy.

"Er… Sirius?"

"Yeah."

"Where are we?" He asked uncomfortably.

"Don't worry." Sirius answered, squeezing his gloved hand reassuringly.

Sirius fought through a couple of dead trees before reaching a dead, empty clearing filled with sparkling snow.

"Beautiful, but dark. Why bring me here–"

"Shh… Look." Sliding down the hill, the entire clearing canopied by the trees and making it almost completely dark, Remus followed him.

Reaching over to a small area of snow, Sirius dug in it until he pulled out three skates.

"James, Peter, and I would always skate here… but we don't do that anymore, really. Peter has been leaning towards James and everything lately, and James and I don't talk anymore, so… yeah. Somebody should still enjoy it."

Remus was honored as he took a pair of skates from Sirius and slipped them on, gliding onto the iced over lake in the middle of the clearing.

Sirius joined him, and immediately Remus fell onto the hard ice. He helped him get up with a gloved hand.

"I've been doing this for over five years now…"

"You're excellent." Remus said truthfully.

"Thanks. You'll get better too. Here, grab my hand."

They slid along the ice until Remus fell again, and Sirius' nose was red raw, when they tramped over to the Shrieking Shack on Sirius' wish.

They're hands swinging securely in each other, Remus still couldn't feel completely comfortable in going back to the Shack for no real reason… the creaky house was reminding Remus of his last encounter with it, when he had ripped apart a chair and even a wall…

Gulping, they entered the Shack, Sirius smiling around it.

"I wonder what kind of person came in here and vandalized this… it's such a shame their still doing it."

Remus looked over, shaking, to Sirius. He was looking down.

"I remember during Halloween time… James and Peter and I used to come in with a flashlight, hold it up to our chins creepily, and tell stories while a blanket covered each of us in the dark…"

Remus' eyes flashed. "That was dangerous. I – I mean – that person who vandalizes this place could have come in here and hurt you."

Sirius snorted. "Please. We've gone in here other times before."

Remus wanted to burst out in a rant of how dangerous that really was, but he kept his mouth shut.

"Well… we've seen this. Let's go."

"Not yet, Remmy." Sirius persisted, dragging him up the stairs. Remus gulped.

"Please," He begged. "Now can we go?"

"You need to relax, Rem." Sirius scolded, and before Remus could even feel his foot reach the final step to the second floor, he felt himself being pushed up against the wall, Sirius' lips crashing upon his. His tongue quickly entered Remus' mouth and their kissing intensified, Remus wrapping his legs around Sirius' waist.

Sirius' fingers found their way to Remus' shirt buttons as he slid them all out of their holes and leaving Remus' chest exposed.
In doing so, he could feel his hardened erection pressing into his stomach, and it only turned him on even more.

Groaning hungrily, Remus felt himself being picked up as Sirius threw him onto the dusty bed in the Shack and jumping on top of him.

There was way too much going on… how could he be wanting this to happen and… not… at the same time?

He loved Sirius but he didn't exactly love the idea of this forever –

Wait – what?

His mind snapping back on, his eyes opening, he thought – he didn't want this to last forever? He only wanted this to a be a little fling that Sirius always got to experience?

No. He told himself back. I just don't think people like the idea of Sirius and I.

Rather angrily, he told himself to shut up and simply kiss Sirius or Sirius will get the wrong impression, and that just caused awkwardness.

Moaning back into the air, he pulled Sirius on top of him with a growl and attacked his lips with his tongue and his mouth, greedy for Sirius' tongue to meet his – their teeth to bump together and grind – their neediness to melt into hungriness of each other – and yearning for Sirius to simply let Remus take off his shirt…

It was more than desire; it was a craving, a thirst – for Sirius and only him.

Sirius finally pried his lips away so Remus had a chance to unbutton his shirt and lick all the way from his neck to the middle of his chest, while tangling his hands in Sirius' hair. Sirius, meanwhile, was again and again kissing his neck hungrily, making sounds like: oh, please, Remus, please, Remus –

And Remus didn't even mind that Sirius was mumbling into his shoulder bone, holding his arms so tightly he thought the blood might squeeze through.

And during the entire time he couldn't help but think – is this even real? Why would Remus Lupin, a vicious werewolf, be in the Shrieking Shack with his equal gay boyfriend, kissing him? It didn't make sense at all to Remus. It wasn't Remus. Remus was shy, content, pulled-together, smart Ravenclaw Remus and not hot, passionate, aggressive and greedy Remus. It didn't fit.

But he didn't have much time to worry about that as he felt Sirius' hand linger around the waistband of his pants.

Gasping as he felt Sirius slide them down his legs smoothly, Remus hung onto his neck and kissed him again, hard.

Both of them moaning in unison, Sirius nibbled over at his earlobe and moved down to kiss his jaw, until he starting sucking at his nipples and tweaking them affectionally. Remus arched his back, thinking of all the thoughts that were going through his mind.

I love him but I've only known him since October

But he couldn't really care. His lips were emitting sounds that he wasn't even aware of, the only thing he knew is that Sirius was moving farther down and down.

Jerking him back up by the tie that still hung around his neck, Remus bit at his neck and ripped of his tie. Sirius threw off his shirt and kissed him again, while Remus slid his hands down and unbuttoned his pants, sliding them down too and playing with his boxers wordlessly.

Sirius pinned his hands down and thrust his hips onto Remus', who moaned needily. He looked down to see a bulge through Remus' pants and he gulped, when all of a sudden he felt himself being flipped over and Remus being on the top.

"You need to stop dominating over me, my Starfire," Remus said hoarsely. "Ready for your punishment of selfishness?"

Sirius groaned as he felt Remus thrust his waist onto Sirius' twice, sliding down his own and Sirius' boxers, letting his hands slip down.

"Ooh, Remus." Sirius said, moaning, clutching at Remus' hair.

It was almost like a human function, as they it had all worked out like for a reason, just because this was right – it felt right – and Remus wasn't going to let it slip away. Every move, every moan, it was right, every time Remus did something and every time Sirius let him, and every time they pumped against each other, grinding, they could both just feel each other's love burning into lust, desire, temptation, everything that they could ever imagine. They could only see stars and fireworks when Sirius and Remus collapsed on top of each other, sweaty and panting.

Sirius smiled in unison with Remus, both of them falling asleep in each other's arms and powerful embrace.