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A/N:
It's funny how I used to update daily, and my drabbles rarely went about three hundred words. Now, I update every few days (minimum), and my drabbles are rarely under three-hundred? I would say "I'll try and update more regularly." but I have so many drabble collabs to do (I keep accepting challenges with multiple prompts on HPFC- I can't resist), it'll be impossible to "update more regularly." *sigh*

In other news, I wrote this ages ago, forgot about it, and only found it today. I thought I'd posted it, but I can't find it. Some parts, I like. Others, I'm iffy.


Title: Just Mates
Summary: That's all Remus would ever be - a mate, a friend, someone to hang around with.
Genre: Friendship/Romance
Rating: T
Warning: Slash; mention of gay sex.
Pairing/Character: Remus/Sirius
Word Count: 536


Remus had liked guys before. Remus had snogged guys before. Hell, he'd even slept with a couple. He never hated his feelings before, never resented his biology for making him like men instead of women. In fact, he was thankful that he wasn't into girls – they were too emotional for his liking.

So why was he absolutely disgusted at himself for liking someone new? Why was he beating himself up over another crush? Why was he leaning against the sinks in the boys' bathroom, gripping it so hard that his knuckles were white, glaring at his reflection? What made him splash water in his face and run his hands through his hair warily as if such actions would wake him from this nightmare?

"Remus, you alright in there?"

Remus gritted his teeth as his heart disobediently leapt at the voice. That was why it was so horrible. The teenager standing outside the door was the reason for his behaviour. He was the reason Remus hated this situation so much.

"Go away, Padfoot," he called, his voice weak. "I don't want to talk. Not now. Not ever." He pushed away from the sinks, backing into the closest wall and sliding down it. His legs loosely folded, he rested his elbows against his knees and hid his head in his hands. The cold tiles were uncomfortable, pressing against his back, but he didn't bother moving. He heard the door open across the room and he swore harshly under his breath. He thought he'd locked it.

Sirius caught sight of Remus on the floor and rushed over to him. "Hey, now," he said, his voice curious and enquiring. He slid down next to his best friend and put an arm over Remus. Remus scrunched his eyes closed as his heart responded eagerly to the touch. "What's all this about?"

"I told you to go away," Remus hissed under his breath.

"So I didn't listen. What's new?" The corners of Remus's mouth tweaked into an amused smile at the joke, but he let out a whimper as Sirius pulled Remus closer to him. He felt Sirius running his hands through his – Remus's – hair, and he could smell Sirius's scent. He tried to get away, but Sirius just pulled him back, making shushing noises. "Hey, hey, hey," he said, bringing Remus closer. "Please tell me what's wrong. You don't act like this for no reason, mate."

Mate. The word rang through his head, clear and mocking. That's all Remus would ever be – a mate, a friend, someone to hang around with. He'd never be anything more. Using all the strength he could muster, he broke free from Sirius's arms, standing up and walking to the door. When he looked back, Sirius still sat on the floor, looking at him with sad confusion. Remus's eyes dropped to the floor.

"That, Sirius," he muttered, certain that Sirius could hear. "What you just said … that's exactly the problem." Comfortable that he'd been cryptic enough to leave Sirius in the dark, Remus left the room, swinging the door closed behind him.


A/N: Meh. Sirius is just ... not right, here. I like him being sentemental, but he sounds like my mum in my head, which can't be a good thing XD

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