Precious Declaration
Remus had witnessed a great many strange things in his five years at Hogwarts, but this was the strangest.
Sirius had pinned the other boy to the wall in the fourth floor corridor, breathing hard and shaggy hair in his face. He fixed his wild, nervous eyes on Remus' gold and confused ones. Remus blushed self-consciously.
"I-" Sirius started, pausing as he had to force himself to calm down.
"...Yes?" Remus prompted gently, afraid Sirius was about to loose his mind or something. He could smell Sirius all hot, and nervous, and spicy. His ability to think ceased.
Sirius paused a moment, closed his eyes, then reopened them.
"Oh-what the hell." He said.
Then suddenly he was kissing Remus hard on the mouth. Hard and desperate, all his nerves, tension, and worry dumped into the most intimate act he could think of to express what he was feeling.
Remus was so surprised that a for a moment he didn't know what to do, but as instinct took over and his pulse washed out any thinking he could have done, he made a pleased noise and tangled his fingers into Sirius' hair, pushing their lips together. Hot, wet mouths feeling out and expressing all their awkward teenage problems and confusions.
From down the hallway, James smiled. He had almost had to push Sirius all the way down the hallway to talk to Remus himself. That would have been awkward. It was about damn time.