Sex has arrived… after a very, very, very, very LOOONG wait. Sorry about that. Chapter really long though!

Quick recap of story, for those who've forgotten; Sirius used Veritaserum to extract Remus's secret from him; that Remus was desperately in love and lust with Sirius. Terribly betrayed, Remus ignores Sirius steadfastly, and eventually Sirius, Lily and James come up with the plan to bait Remus into forgiveness, much to the chagrin of control-freak Sirius, who is to be the bait…

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It was too much. Remus had only very hesitantly begun to slip into normality again, and Sirius (most definitely with some fiendish help) had just flung him into a nightmare (or was it a dream?) so far from his concept of reality that he felt a little wan. Sirius was simultaneously the bludger and the snitch; the pain of an unsubtle impact, and the desirable finale. Remus backed himself up against the adjacent bed and slid down, breathing hard and fast, eyes staring intently at the corners, the walls; anything but the delectable snitch in the bed.

Sirius was laying naked and bound in the bed. Black leather bonds attached to the bedposts with – silver chains – circled his wrists and ankles in the most desirable display of restraint. A sliver of black silk served as a blindfold, cutting through his sensuous jet-black hair, which was splayed darkly on the bed. Around his neck was a simple leather collar. On his chest an elegantly scripted 'Please forgive me' in dark chocolate. Remus recognised the handwriting; Lily was the accomplice...or instigator?

Yet what made Sirius so deliciously alluring was not something that Remus would casually admit. Sirius's slight trembling; a thin sheen of sweat on his palms, the rhythmic tensing and forced relaxation of muscles, the almost involuntary tugging on the chains; Sirius was terrified. The sight of him lingered unwillingly behind Remus's eyes, even as Remus felt sorry both for his friend and the man he loved, his arousal had a field day.

His mind was shattered and rebuilt in a different model; his baser instincts were driving him to commit unspeakable acts as his mind made a half-hearted stand. He found himself standing beside the bed, reaching out to caress Sirius before he had time to register his actions, and pulled his hand away, clenching his teeth and attempting to clear his head. One touch. One touch and he would get out of the room, and inform those two, or three conspirators downstairs that he had made up his mind and would not bend to such an obvious abuse of his desires.

Besides. Sirius didn't really want him. Sirius liked girls. Sirius wasn't even really tied up on his bed with dark chocolate on him. One touch and this absurd alter-reality would shatter. His hand didn't tremble as it reached down to caress Sirius's chest; a certain empowerment had filled Remus up with surety, and his hand was a fluid movement as he crossed the divide.

The situation didn't change in the least when Remus felt his firm skin underneath his fingertips, with the slightest hint of dark chocolate swept up in the stroke. Sirius's muscle twitched a little under his touch, and he inadvertently emitted a loud whimper. Remus's heart wasn't the only organ that quickened a the sound.

"Remus?" Sirius asked tremulously in a hoarse whisper. He didn't seem to be sure if it was really him. Remus couldn't find the words to reply, he was so deeply immersed in the secret thrill of having Sirius submissive to him, afraid, allowing himself very reluctantly to be vulnerable to the other boy. Sirius's strong, wildly rebellious, almost cruel facade seemed to have broken away to reveal an intensely vulnerable part of him. Sirius hated to be in a position of weakness. He was a predator, not a victim. The few people who had ever managed to outmanoeuvre him, he became intensely resentful of, following his fear up with a series of truly cruel acts.

To see him thus made Remus ache with desire, along with the strange welling of dominance. He could almost taste it in his mind; his teeth marking Sirius's neck, his head arched backward as his beautiful hair was grasped and pulled, him straining against the bonds uselessly as Remus filled him roughly. It was all at his fingertips.

He touched his fingertips to his mouth, licking the dark chocolate off. It melted slowly on his tongue, spreading with the sensual sweetness that characterised good chocolate. Sirius was obviously agitated, his brows furrowing and lower lip trembling. Kneeling down almost reverently, Remus brushed his fingertips over Sirius's collar, as his tongue swirled over a little of the chocolate. Almost involuntarily, his other hand began to travel over Sirius's stomach and side, rubbing around before travelling to the other boy's hip. He heard Sirius's sharp intake of breath, before he called Remus's name again, a little fearfully, voice full of an uncertain humility that Remus died a little death to hear.

But even as his eves travelled ravenously over the smooth expanse of skin before him, even though he wanted nothing more than to fall upon that flesh and nip, suckle and lick his way to ecstasy, he knew where his line was. Sirius didn't really want this, and had offered it to Remus anyway. With his heart aching a little, he knew he had forgiven Sirius. This feast was not his for the taking. It was enough that Sirius had offered.

"Sirius," Remus began in a certain voice. Sirius's head turned to face the sound.

"Remus; ...Moony," Sirius replied, his voice breaking up a little, "I'm sorry for what I did. Forgive me. Please."

Remus smiled sadly, eyes roaming in wonderment at how beautiful Sirius appeared, as he ran a hand through Sirius's hair, cursing himself inwardly at the deed. Sighing, he reached around and began untying the blindfold around Sirius's head.

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(Earlier...)

He simply stared at Remus's bed for a while, looking back and forth between the bed and an expectant Lily standing beside him. Cringing openly, and wanting nothing more than to shove his head into a wall, and have it swallow him whole, he began divesting himself of his clothes. He began to blush a thick red, even though he knew Lily was turned around.

Muttering under his breath, he forced himself to lie down in the bed, and covered his abdomen with a blanket for modesty, even though he knew it would have to go eventually.

Spreading his limbs, he announced that he was ready in a thick, uncertain voice. Lily turned around, blushing a wan shade of pink and trying to keep her gaze averted as she approached him, while attempting to appear frank and unaffected. The cuffs were already attached to the bedposts, which had been transfigured a little to create grooves in which the chains sat.

Sirius closed his eyes, breathing a little hard and beginning to perspire slightly as the cuffs were secured around hist wrists and ankles, reminding himself very firmly that he had to do what he was doing to get Remus to forgive him. He only hoped it worked, and didn't send the other boy and their relationship off into a further decline, if that was even possible.

Lily was surprised and a little amused to see Sirius quite so unsettled by the prospect of being bound and blindfolded; she had never seen Sirius in any manner apart from coldly superior, maliciously cheeky, in relaxed calculation or in lashing out in anger. He was positively writhing. She almost felt sympathetic as she secured him. Almost.

The chocolate came on next.

"Why in the Wizarding world would I need a 'Sweet Nothings' Chocolate Quill?" Sirius questioned querulously.

"Do you want to do this or not? Trust me, Remus will love it," Lily replied calmly, with the slightest hint of a mischievous grin.

The wet sensation of chocolate slid over his chest and felt the form of the words 'Please forgive me'. Lily thought it was a nice touch.

"Ok, last part," Lily warned. Sirius had expressly asked her to leave that to last, and he took a deep, wavering breath as she secured the blindfold around his head. He then felt the covering blanket pulled away and the curtain swish closed rather promptly. A small dull thump sounded near the bed; Lily's little 'present' for Remus, which Sirius and she had already conferred (and panicked, on Sirius's part) over. He heard Lily pull closed the curtains on all the adjacent beds in the dorm.

The door click closed as Lily moved out of the room, and lay there for a second, absorbing the enormity of the situation.

The fear sneaked in slowly; sly twists of doubt that gradually slid into his psyche to fill his mind with little images, little imaginations of the entire debacle going (more) incredibly and irretrievably wrong. What if? What if Remus was not to be found? What if some other person came in and was to happen across him? He would never live it down. What if a professor came in? What if someone came and tested out Lily's 'presents' on him? What if a monster or creature came in and ripped him up to shreds? What if Snivellus got a whiff of it? What if he - !?

He vaguely noticed that he was working himself up into a state – he became painfully aware that he was trapped, he was defenceless, and anyone could do anything to him. His fists clenched and unclenched, and though he knew the vast majority of those scenarios were almost displaced from the realm of reality, why should he trust a small locking charm and a few well-placed suggestions from James and Peter to the rest of the boys in their dorm? It's not as if he didn't have enemies. Or vengeful, vicious ex-girlfriends. The sweat began to arrive, which didn't help. How attractive would he be to Remus, if he was dripping with sweat? How could Remus ever forgive him and now that he'd told Lily and James all about it? What if Remus wouldn't forgive him, no matter what he would do?

The thought crashed into his chest like a blunt force. He saw Remus's hurt, painfully cold, and melancholy and weighted looks in his mind's eye. He had to. He had to give Remus everything, or there would be no fair trade, there would be no forgiveness and no chance of – a minute whisper in his soul suggested love.

But what if someone came in and – his breath froze at the notion – took advantage of him? An overwhelming pulse of terror raced through his mind. He began to breathe rapidly and clumsily. The thought was unbearable. He shifted his hips a little frantically, almost as if someone were, and tried to control his almost involuntary tugging at the chains. His panic began to escalate as he imagined various scenarios where he couldn't do anything while others – his mind and guts performed a number of queasy somersaults – took advantage of him. It would be easy to silence him.

Breathe! Remus is coming. Again, Remus is coming. Please let him come soon. Remus is coming. Please don't let it hurt too much. Merlin.

His dread peaked and slowly, as the minutes passed and nothing happened, receded slowly into the memory of Remus's cloudy eyes. He began to calm down a little, trying, straining to trust. To trust his friends in their preparations, to trust the – he winced a little – kind-heartedness of anyone who might stumble across him and most of all, that somehow he and Remus would be ok. To trust that no-one had given that git Snivellus the password on a whim. Merlin.

Minutes trickled by like sweat drops, until he finally heard approaching voices. They were too quiet to identify. The door opened, and closed. Again. Silence, after that. Startlingly close to him, he heard a noise like a muffled question, causing him to jump, clinking and rustling his bonds in surprise, trying frantically to ascertain whose voice it was. A thump; the lid if Lily's present fell.

The curtains parting was all too entrenched in reality. He felt the cool air rushing in, and a startled gasp was emitted from the other person. He could feel himself blush a wild, ferocious red. Immediately, he gained an excruciatingly sensitive awareness of every part of his body. He was on show, and it was all he could do not to erupt into another panic. He kept his limbs on a tight leash, struggling desperately not to move; was it Remus?

He almost jumped out of his skin when a hand; a finger brushed his chest. All sensation seemed to narrow down to that point of contact drawing a line of fire where it touched. He heard himself whimper loudly, and hated himself for the sound, that admission; he didn't know if it was Remus, yet. His hands clenched and he frowned, frustrated that he couldn't control himself; the knowledge that he was vulnerable on the inside was a gentle torture that irked him much more than his physical bonds. It made him feel weak. It made him feel like he wasn't in control of what had been left to him to control. Struggling against the tide of it all, he whispered the one question that mattered. The only thing that could matter, anymore.

"Remus?"

There was a long silence, with no answer. It filled him to the brim with both hope and paranoia. He shivered and felt a controlled fear course through him as he felt a hand on his collar, which blossomed into panic as another hand brushed over his hip. The most uncomfortable digging sensation formed in the pit of his stomach, and he could feel the horrible, dreadful trembling of his lower lip. He just wanted to sink into the bed and never return. Was this what Remus wanted from him? His...suffering? Worried, scared and chagrined, he called out one more, in a voice that sounded small to his own ears, and that he hated.

"Remus?"

A pause, and Sirius clenched his teeth hard, as if to stop any more of that hated sound escaping from his lips. Remus's voice sounded.

"Sirius." It was a sad sound, steady and deliberate, a concession and a grace. Sirius rushed to proffer his apology, his submission. He wanted to make sure Remus knew how much, how far he would descend. How sorry he was.

"Remus, Moony(did he have the right to speak that name any more?) – I'm sorry for what I did. Please forgive me." He felt a Remus's hand caress his hair, and hoped with every fibre of his being that that was an acceptance. He felt his head lifted, and the blindfold being untied from around his neck.

The relief was magnanimous. A small thing, to relieve him of so much anxiety.

It took a moment to adjust to the light, and saw Remus's sad smile, serious eyes. His stomach plummeted.

Rejection.

It was a lot like the previous morning, where apologies, defences, imploring all vied in vain to reach Remus. Sirius could feel the tears arriving, couldn't bear to be seen. He frowned and turned his head to the side, trying to bury his head in the sheets.

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Sirius's turning head, averted gaze realised the bitter truth for Remus – Sirius really didn't want him. He would offer everything, except pleasure in his sacrifice. Unacceptable to take anything, then. An irrational surge of anger surged in Remus, a little flood of hurt at albeit, the expected rejection. Seeing it made him almost want to extract a price. He pulled himself back slowly, looking away, around the room. He needed to be away from Sirius for a moment. A small choking noise drew his attention back.

"Remus, please. I – I want this. Please," Sirius begged hoarsely, and Remus was astounded and horrified and incredibly aroused at the sight of tears escaping Sirius's guard. And the words. It took a moment for the words to even register. He stepped back to Sirius, and knelt down beside the bed, looking deeply and seriously into Sirius's eyes. What he saw there was longing, as much as regret. He could almost – almost believe that Sirius wasn't only doing this for forgiveness. That this wasn't singularly driven by guilt.

Remus leaned forward, eyes half lidded and gazing intently at Sirius's dark irises. He didn't speak; couldn't formulate any words. Unsteadily, his right hand still entangled in Sirius's hair and the blindfold, he lowered his lips to Sirius's; a slow, nerve-wracking dance of tongues. Sirius's mouth was soft, letting Remus's tongue plunge into his mouth without resistance. He wasn't sure about this, about any of it.

Still. Remus's left hand moved lower, caressing Sirius's chest, brushing past a nipple and immersing his fingers into the chocolate that was spread out over Sirius's chest. Releasing Sirius's mouth, his heart jumped pleasantly to see Sirius arch upwards to recapture his mouth. His breath came heavier, thicker as he raised his fingers to a position where they were poised over Sirius's mouth.

"Are you sure?" Remus demanded, trembling. He needed to. He needed to know if Sirius honestly knew what he was getting himself into. Whether he was honestly ready to give Remus what he offered, and face a fairly debilitating fear that Remus knew he harboured. Sirius's whole reply was a weathered, crooked smile and his wet tongue darting out to lap at his chocolate-coated fingers. Remus's eyes closed for a moment of pure sensation – his fingers incredibly sensitive, and warmed pleasurably as they were drawn into the dark cavern of Sirius's mouth. It wasn't enough to convince him completely though, and his eyes opened.

"Are you sure? You can stop this now, Sirius," He accentuated his words sharply by grasping Sirius's hair roughly in his right hand and pulling Sirius's head back by his hair. It was soft in his hands, and he mourned the fact that this whole thing would be over as soon and Sirius came to his senses in a second and stopped it all.

Sirius grunted, a little unnerved and disoriented, and exhaled slowly, teeth clenched. It was a little alarming to again be robbed of a visual scope of what was going on, but a small part of him – the laughing, wild Sirius that sneaked back in the rush of relief at Remus's forgiveness, was taking the foreplay almost like a challenge. It was Remus – Moony. Possibly his Moony, if he could get a handle on his small, and very logical, fear of vulnerability. Steadying himself, he answered 'Yes', causing Remus to growl deeply and pull his head to the side, exposing a long line of white flesh from ear to shoulder.

Sirius struggled. They both knew that lycanthropy could not be passed on when in human form, however, any sane and self-preserving creature would have been a little wary of exposing their necks to a werewolf. And Sirius's Sirius instincts were signalling alarm. Remus shifted on top of him, his body now balanced on all fours over Sirius's tense form.

A wolf over his prey.

"Last chance. Are you sure?" It was an intense whisper nestled in Sirius's neck as Remus nuzzled his nose in the crevice of Sirius's neck line. Sirius opened his mouth to affirm his decision when Remus bit down. Sirius jerked, and Remus could feel his neck muscles spasm in his mouth. Sirius gritted his teeth firmly, brows knitted. A little pain wouldn't hurt him. Remus worked his teeth in a little. Sirius's mouth worked spasmodically to formulate the words of sacrifice, of submission. He managed a jagged gasp of pain. His uncooperative throat struggled against him, when Remus shifted his teeth up along the ridge of the other boy's throat.

Suddenly the pain was riding a hard edge of pleasure, and Sirius's eyes flew open. Remus's silky hair brushed the side of his neck and chin, and he felt he could relax into the firm claim that Remus's teeth stipulated.

"Yes," He finally answered coarsely. The teeth disengaged from his neck and were followed by a lick, the pain subsiding slowly. Remus's head rose and he released Sirius's hair to look into the other boy's eyes. His expression was that of surprise bordering on wonderment, and desire. They stared into each other's eyes for a long time, each discovering something new and delicious in the gaze of the other. They kissed, once.

Softly, a gently press of lips and dipping of tongues.

Remus smiled, for the first time in many days. It was a loving smile, and a smile topped up with desire and peace, and the re-emergence of the tranquillity that characterised Remus's intelligence. He moved down to Sirius's chest, licking off all of the chocolate on his chest, while unbuttoning his robes with his right hand. He had almost finished it all off when out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the black chest.

"Sirius? What's in that black chest over there?" Remus asked, curious. Looking back at Sirius, he was surprised and suspicious to see the other boy blush a deep magenta. Very suspicious. Giving Sirius a funny look, he got off the other boy and crouched down by the chest and reached out to open the lid.

"It's for you," Sirius explained in a halting, embarrassed tone, staring for all he was worth at the canopy overhead. So this was what the great Sirius Black had been reduced to. Slowly, Remus lifted the lid, almost choking on what he saw. His eyebrows met his hairline in surprise. He would have reached in, but the majority of the contents looked more than faintly threatening.

Silver coloured items gleamed from within the chest, leather catching the light with its own smooth black sheen, and a scroll with a half-dozen useful incantations was attached to the lid. Working his jaw a little – it had become slightly stiff hanging open – he looked over at Sirius. Who was looking fairly uncomfortable. It was endearing. Remus put his hand in – cautiously – and rustled around. Sirius tensed up fearfully, the sight of which gave Remus a shiver. However, all he picked out was a jar of lubricant. Laughing would have ruined the moment, and so Remus's voice remained grave as he got back up, letting the lid of the chest fall closed.

"Thank you. For the rest, however," he said gravely, and then with a hint of mischief sparkling in his eyes, "maybe next time." Sirius released a breath he hadn't been aware of holding.

"On a more relevant note, though – how, well, how far were you planning on going?" Remus forced it out a little haltingly. It was strange to hear those words coming from his mouth. Sirius, however, interpreted his words a little differently to how Remus had intended them.

"Am I supposed to beg you, Moony?" Sirius asked, his mouth quirking weakly. He looked beautiful laying there, black hair reflecting the light and irresistible eyes gazing intently at Remus. His skin was whiter past his neck, smooth and smudged with remnants of chocolate. He was smiling deeply now, as if he had learnt something of great wisdom and significance in the past few days. His hands and ankles lay still, if not quite relaxed, in their bonds. The beginning of arousal was very evident, and his lips were flushed with blood. His voice came out throaty and dark, "but to answer your question, as far as you want."

"Are you sure about that?" Remus raised a brow and climbed on to the bed, not breaking eye contact. His voice dipped into a growl, teasing and dangerous. He kissed Sirius, who moved up to meet him. They kissed, a meeting of equals that grew into a tangling of tongues. Remus let his hands explore, revelling in his ability to touch the boy he had yearned for for so long. He lowered his body onto Sirius, who moaned and shifted slightly underneath him. The feel of Remus's clothes rubbing against his bare skin was arousing, and Remus could feel Sirius enjoying himself. It reassured him, and he began to unfasten his clothes, his desire pushing him.

His hair was soft and tickled Sirius's neck, trailing down his shoulder as Remus moved down his chest. The last of the dark chocolate was lapped up, and Moony had divested himself of most of his clothes. He got up off of Sirius for a moment, straddling the other boy as he struggled with his belt. Finally he managed to weave it out of the loops and throw it to the floor. He blushed a little bit as he removed his pants and underwear and stayed still for a moment, as Sirius took in the sight of him. It was a bit late for modesty, but a slight tinge did manage to creep into Remus's cheeks. Mostly because of Sirius's approving eyes.

Burying his face in Sirius's stomach, he slowly moved lower, down towards the other boy's eager arousal, licking and nipping his way down. When he arrived, Sirius's eyes were closed tightly, anticipating. Remus dove in abruptly, working his mouth and hand at a pace he himself would have enjoyed. Sirius gasped, eyes wide, a startled and rapturous moan pulled out of him.

Soon Sirius was gasping and arching up frantically, aflame in a wash of fast-cresting desire. His neck was strained from arching backwards. Remus suddenly removed his mouth, to the disappointment and frustration of Sirius. Turning around, he unbound Sirius's ankles. Sirius automatically flexed his feet to get the blood circulating better.

"Better?" Remus asked with a mischievous expression. Sirius moaned and nodded his head. They kissed again, mouths insistent and fast. Remus fetched the jar of lubricant with his right hand, at the same time thrusting his hips against Sirius's, causing them both to gasp as their erections ground together.

"Open up," Remus asked with a touch of command, as he kissed his way down Sirius in a straight line. Sirius smiled and obliged. Remus fumbled with the lid, and dipped his finger in the jar. The clear jelly-like substance was cool to the touch. They both blushed a little as Remus place his finger against Sirius's opening, and pushed in gently. Remus was surprised at the heat of Sirius's body, while Sirius tensed at the coolness of the lubricant, and the strange sensation of being entered in such a fashion. Remus grew more aroused as he felt the Sirius tighten around his finger, then loosen minutely as he attempted to accommodate. Twisting his finger a little to spread the lubricant brought a sudden shiver up Sirius's spine. It was – pleasurable, Sirius thought, in a different way to having his cock stimulated, but pleasurable all the same. He breathed out a breath he hadn't knew he was holding.

Remus withdrew his finger and continued to apply the lubricant., enjoying the little shudders and twitches of movement he was producing in Sirius. When he was sure that Sirius was well lubricated and stretched, he put some more on his member, just to be sure. He wanted this experience to be a pleasurable as possible to Sirius. Especially if this was (and it probably was) the last time that Sirius would allow himself to be taken on his back, tied up.

He moved forward and kissed Sirius one last time, passionately, wrangling with their tongues, chests moving against each other.

"Are you ready?" Remus whispered, positioning himself in front of Sirius. Sirius nodded, though to be honest he was a little nervous when he felt Remus's erection press against his entrance.

They kissed, and Remus thrust. Sirius felt an involuntary gasp wrenched out of him as he felt Remus slide inside him a little too quickly. Remus was also surprised– he had expected to push himself in patiently, but the overcautious amount of lubricant he had used meant that there was very little friction.

"Are you alright?" He asked Sirius, worried. Sirius had tensed up, tightening around Remus erratically. Sirius nodded, wordless, gasping.

"Are you sure? Sirius -" Remus pressed worriedly. Sirius groaned at Remus's proclivity toward anxiety. In fact, Sirius had kind of enjoyed the overwhelming first push, it was almost like the first time he had driven his motorbike. No license, no nothing. Now THAT had hurt. The rush had been fantastic, though, and he could feel it creeping up again. The same wild carelessness he felt when he was at his freest.

Instead of speaking, he just went for it. He leaned up and drew Remus's mouth down, and at the same time pushed himself vigorously downwards onto Remus's cock. He strained his arms, frustrated, wanting more. Remus, after his first shock, got into it, moving harder, faster.

"Faster – Merlin Remus – Faster, please!" Sirius exclaimed, grinding upwards so that his cock rubbed against Remus. Remus smiled, noticing the mood Sirius was in. He had seen it before, usually before Sirius did something amazing. Reckless. Wild. So Remus obliged, losing himself in Sirius's neck, biting down, kissing him. And Sirius responded in kind, kissing him violently, tugging at his bonds.

Every time Remus opened his eyes he caught a glimpse of Sirius under him, frantic and excited, and it wasn't long before he was on the edge. They had stopped trying to speak a while ago, finding words unnecessary and complicated. Sirius had ended up growling and moaning, mostly, and Remus the same. It was almost like a violent tussle, Sirius thought for a moment, except that he was handicapped and Remus had his cock buried inside of– with that thought he came.

It was amazing. Heaven. It was better than hurtling through the sky on a motorbike, it was better than every single girl, better than the moon and the stars and better than the first time he had transformed into Padfoot. He rode it for what seemed like a long time, but was probably just a few seconds, as every single drop was squeezed out of him.

As he was calming down, he felt Remus empty himself inside of him, the warm liquid feeling strange.

"Mmmm...don't pull out yet," Sirius suggested hoarsely. Remus looked surprised, but complied. They lay there, enjoying the sensation of being filled, lazy with post-coital satisfaction.

"Fuck that was good," Sirius noted quietly. Understatement, Remus thought, and smiled.

They were tired now, and a little sleepy. Eventually Remus pulled out, with a lot of wriggling from Sirius, and untied Sirius. After that they talked a while, a steady stream of mostly inane and unintelligible expressions of approval and satisfaction over what had just occurred. At length the curled up together, closed the curtains and began to fall asleep.

"I love you, Moony," yawned a sleepy Sirius.

"I love you too, Pads," Remus replied, equally softly. Sirius leaned forward a bit to kiss Remus, but ended up touching lips and drooling on the pillow. They were both asleep within seconds.

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At breakfast the next day the pair walked in hand-in-hand, Remus shyly, Sirius defiantly. Eyes watched and mouths whispered, and there was even one loud 'Holy fuck!', but overall there were no dramas. Lily's smile softened as she saw the pair so happy together, and James smiled broadly.

"You know because of you two, nobody else in our dorm got to sleep in our beds last night, right?" James accused, mostly at Sirius. That set off a number of scandalous giggles, and Sirius scowled at James meaningfully. Remus sat down and raised a brow.

"Oh, so you went to Lily's instead, then?" He countered in a low voice. That made Sirius guffaw, and even James smirked a little.

"Well let's just make it clear that I won't be sleeping outside again - " James began. Sirius looked at Remus and wiggled his brows.

"Again?" Remus asked innocently.

"Most certainly," Sirius responded hotly.

"Did you two just hear what I said?" James interrupted, exasperated. Sirius turned to face James with a bland expression.

"Sure, Prongs. Won't make you sleep out side again. Moony and I have conferred, and we have come to the conclusion that you are perfectly welcome to join us. However, if you decide not to partake– well, that's your own decision, isn't it?" Sirius said with a straight face. James gaped.

A moment later they both cracked up as James punched Sirius in the arm.

It was a good day.

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And...fini!

WOW – this is a strange and exciting territory of completion that I've just stumbled onto.

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