Disclaimer: Same disclaimer applies that applied to the first chapter and too all my work just about. It's J.K. Rowling's characters… not mine. I just play house with them. ::Huggles Siri and Remmie plushies, then looks around to make sure no ones watching::

This chapter is going to suck because I took so long to write it after I finished the other piece. I would like to write a third or even a fourth chapter, but I want to make sure people would still want to read it. If anyone has suggestions on how to make this better, I'd very much appreciate it. Thanks.

A Kiss of Pain and Pleasure: The Revelation

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Sirius walked at a leisurely pace down the corridor after he had left Remus in the hospital ward, heading towards the Gryffindor tower.  As he stepped into the shadowy Gryffindor common room, his eyes registered on a figure silhouetted against the bay window at the far end of the room.  He immediately recognized the unyielding, messy black hair protruding from the skull. James was staring at him, pale moonlight etching lines on his usually somber face.

"Hey, Prongs," Sirius began lightly. "You still up?"

The figure replied nothing.  He just sat there, gazing at him.

Sirius paused for a minute, trying to ease the uncomfortable silence.  "Well, I'm going up to bed then," he asserted finally, not finding anything else to say.  He gestured to the staircase on his right, which led to the boys' dormitories.  "G'night."

James didn't move, and because of the moonlight behind him, Sirius couldn't see the expression on his face. "Did you go see Remus?" he asked calmly.

Sirius halted in mid-step. Even with the consent Remus had given him, he still wasn't really sure how to go about telling James. "Yeah…" he answered cautiously. He turned to the area where the voice was coming from. The moon shone on him like a spotlight. It noticeably outlined his bare chest and swollen lips. 

"Oh?" James raised his voice in question. He stood slowly and approached Sirius evenly. Sirius's heart began to pound against his rib cage. It was not a pleasant feeling. His friend came to stand a few feet away, an investigative expression oh his features. He regarded Sirius from head to foot, stopping to notice his considerable lack of clothes from the waist up and the signs that he had been previously kissing. "Are you sure?" he inquired with a hint of a devious smile. His accent lilted as he asked the question.

Sirius blanched.  He knew anytime James was trying to manipulate something from him his accent rose in his throat. He swallowed hard, heart hammering away. "Yes." It was straightforward—direct, Sirius assured himself. James shouldn't be able to tell that he was nervous, should he?

James face switched looks. He was looking at Sirius in a disbelieving way. "You don't have to lie, Padfoot," he chuckled.

"I-I wasn't lying," Sirius stuttered.

"I've never seen you so nervous before, not even when it's something really bad. So c'mon then, spill. Where'd you really go?" He crossed his arms over his chest, skeptical sapphire eyes peering from behind black square frames. 

"N-no where," Sirius tried to chuckle lightly, though it came out in a nervous stutter more than a laugh. He turned away from James and walked a few steps towards the portrait of the Fat Lady. "I told you. I was visiting Remus." His heart thudded especially hard when he said "Remus". Sirius wasn't exactly sure why, or actually he did know why, he just wasn't too keen with sharing any of that with James quite yet.

"Sirius..." James began quietly. "I know that you know I know."

The abstract statement caused Sirius to turn around. "What?" he gasped out, brow creasing as he studied James almost blank expression. The dimness made it hard to establish his feelings by his facial features, and his calm, rational way of speaking never let an emotion slip usually.

James sighed. "You know that I can always tell what you've been doing. And I know that you were just making-out with someone, so either you tell me you made out with Remus in the Hospital Wing or you explain what really went on, and then be a good boy and go see Remus!" He re-crossed his arms over his chest.

Sirius gulped loudly. "You're r-right, James," he stuttered warily, his voice getting caught in his throat again. "I should tell you. It's the right thing." There was silence as James waited for Sirius to explain. The latter swallowed hard again and went on. "Where I've been for the last half-hour was…" He paused, causing his companion to lean in with curiosity. "I made out with Remus in the Hospital Wing," he quoted in a scant whisper.

James chuckled uneasily, but didn't reply so Sirius went on.

"I did go to see Remus in the Hospital after I left you. I was with Remus for the whole time. Anything I did…" He dropped off. He knew James would have gotten by now, if he would ever understand what he meant.

There was silence for a minute. Sirius strained his ears to hear James's breathing. He had no way of telling what mood James was in. He figured he'd be angry with him for leaving after they had seen Snape and his new evil tattoo. To fight the nerves surging through his body, he plunged his hands into the pockets of his dark green, corduroy pants. Suddenly he felt James's warm hand on the exposed flesh of his shoulder. His hand was calloused from gripping a broom in Quidditch.  

James inspected the sincerity in his face. "Will you hurt him?" he asked inquisitively after a few tense moments.

Sirius's face relaxed slightly. "I'll try not to with all my heart and soul," he pledged honestly.  James still looked like he needed some convincing. Sirius sighed before adding, "You have my permission to kill me if I do." His friend nodded and searched the floor as if it had words on it before he spoke again.

"Will he hurt you?" he again asked in a hoarse whisper. It took him a while to look up at Sirius, but he finally did when Sirius hadn't answered the question. He squinted in the harsh light filtering on his face.

Sirius grinned. "I don't think it would be possible for Remus to hurt anyone intentionally."

James nodded again, looking down. He sighed and faced Sirius after a moment, arms still crossed. His brow was creased with the gravity his words carried and his cobalt eyes shone brightly from behind his glasses. Sirius waited anxiously, though he didn't really know for what.

"Okay then," James stated calmly, regarding Sirius with his somber gaze.

The latter faltered. "W-what?" he asked, staggered. " 'Okay then' what?"

"Okay then," the other responded again. "You and Remus. Remus and you. It's okay with me."

Sirius immediately broke out into a large grin that seemed to split his face with a toothy gorge. "You mean it?" he questioned elatedly.

"Yeah," James answered, expression as sober and composed as ever. Sirius's smile widen, if that was at all possible. "But I'm holding you to that promise." His friend's face fell. It was clear he didn't remember. "If you hurt him, I'll kill you. You said I could." A small smile betrayed James's poised look.

Sirius chuckled uneasily, but then relaxed and slapped James son the back cheerfully. He smiled back at him, and placed his arm around his naked shoulders. "So clear one more thing up for me," James began as the started ascend the stairs.

"Huh?"

"Where exactly did your shirt go again?" He stopped, positioned between to steps, and looked curiously up at Sirius who was a few steps ahead of him. Sirius just chortled and continued up the stairs, leaving James to answer the question himself.

To be continued…?

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