*sighs* OK. You get the idea. Not Mine. *points at JKR* hers. Oh. Plus...the character Angel DeMaria belongs to Bally (Ballyharnon, most exquisite fiancé) and he is used with her permission. In fact, he is used at her insistence!!! Heh heh heh. If you want to know the relevance of Angel DeMaria then you should read "Of Linen" by Ballyharnon. A great SB/RL fic!

Extra warning...if you've read this far I am assuming that you don't object to homosexuality... so a little slash sex won't scare you away right? But If it does, stop now. :D

- Chapter 4 -

Sirius woke up on the dirt. He could feel Remus behind him and by the sound of his breathing he was awake. What did he think of what had happened the night before? Did he even remember it? Did he realise the significance? Sirius trying to push it out of his mind. If Remus had jumped to the right conclusion there was really nothing he could do about it. He would just have to explain. But how could he explain that he had suspected he was in love with Remus at school, and had been surprised to find those feelings just as strong now? That although the occasional nightmares were bad, having Remus curl around his as he went back to sleep was amazing?

Sirius pushed the thoughts away again. He stretched out muscles slightly aching from the nights activities, his back pushing more firmly into Remus' chest. He heard Remus' sudden intake of breath. Oh God, was Remus angry? He paused, waiting for the other man's reaction. The last thing he expected was to feel the warm, strong hands and arms wrap around him. Sirius' heartbeat leapt as Remus' hands ran over his chest. What was he doing? Did he realise the effect he was having on him? Sirius could hear that Remus was not breathing. Was he the one who was afraid? Sirius reached up and ran his hands along the beautiful shape of Remus' hands, noticing the dirt from having slept on the floor. His own hands were less than clean.

Remus' body was now pressed tightly against Sirius' back. Sirius could feel how aroused the man was and it made him dizzy with lust. Breath coming raggedly he turned in Remus' arms so they were facing, lips a hairs breadth away. Remus' hands caressed his back and his eyes closed. Sirius, body taking over, leaned in and kissed him, so gently the other man could stop at any time. He felt Remus' lips open slightly, not moving away. Bolder Sirius increased the pressure, kissing him properly. Remus' response was immediate. They lay in the dirt kissing, hands on each others skin, touching in a completely new way.

Sirius was very aware that Remus was naked and that he wore only a pair of thin boxers. Their hips were close together, bodies moving against one another. Sirius pushed against Remus and was gratified to hear the other man's sharp intake of breath. The kiss intensified. Sirius' mind wanted to think about the ramifications of this. Why was Remus doing this? Was this what he wanted? But the lust inside him obscured all thoughts bar the touch the this beautiful man against him.

Remus' hands moved down and slid beneath the waistband of Sirius' boxers. Sirius gasped and pulled back from the kiss, lips still almost touching, foreheads pressed together.

"Oh God Remus." Sirius' voice was deep and husky with lust. He wanted nothing more than to have Remus hands on him, but his feeling for this man were too strong to play with. "Do you want this? Is this what you want?" Sirius looked deep into the amber eyes inches from his own.

"Of course I do. Do you?" Sirius pulled Remus in to kiss him again.

"Isn't it obvious that I want nothing else?" Remus grinned and Sirius could not stop himself from kissing the soft lips.

Neither of them spoke again for hours except to moan each others names at the height of climax.

Sirius awoke again. The afternoon sun was beating down on his bare skin, his meagre boxers having been long abandoned. He and Remus were lying face to face, noses almost touching, in the exact positions they had fallen asleep. Sirius thought his heart would break at the sight of this man, hair blazon in the sunlight. He was perfect. He wanted Remus to wake up, to kiss him again and again, but watching the steady rise and fall as he breathed, the way the lines on his face smoothed out, was intoxicating. Suddenly Remus spoke. Sirius had thought he was still asleep.

"So are you going to stare at me all day, or are you going to kiss me?" Sirius grinned. He leaned down and kissed Remus softly, teasingly. Remus reached round to the back of his head and pulled him in to a proper kiss. Then they both lay back.

"You know what?" Sirius asked, watching Remus' eyebrows raise in the unspoken 'no, what?' gesture that he always used. "This ground is fucking hard." Remus burst out laughing. He agreed and stood up, pulling Sirius to his feet. They kissed again, neither one seeming able to not touch for longer than a few seconds.

"So how about we go somewhere more comfortable? Say... my bed?" Sirius expressed vehement agreement. As The two men walked naked, still touching, through the garden and into the house Sirius could not believe how amazing this was. Remus seemed to want him, he wanted Remus. At some point they would have to talk about all this, but as they reached Remus' bedroom it was clear that that point was not now.

This time neither man fell asleep, but rather dozed, enjoying the way the sunlight slanted across the bed. Remus was drawing lazy circles in the black hair on Sirius' stomach. Sirius stirred and turned to face him, head propped up on his hand, elbow resting on the pillow. He saw Remus watching him, eyes half lidded, waiting for him to speak. They both seemed to sense that this was not just more bed talk, but a serious discussion.

"Well. I don't know where to start." Sirius laughed slightly. What should he say? 'Hi Remus, why'd you fuck me?', though what he wanted to know, did not seem appropriate. Remus' eyes were more alert now.

"Then why don't I?" Remus asked, stretching out. "The question is, why did this happen? You want to know why I did it, and I want to know why you did." Sirius was slightly taken back. Remus was not usually one to speak so blunt. In the past it had always been Remus beating around the bush and Sirius speaking so plain that the other Marauders would laugh. But it was the day after the full moon. Remus had only transformed back less than twelve hours before and with the wolf so close to the surface this behaviour could be explained. Sirius smiled lopsidedly.

"Yes. I think that covers it all." Both men looked at each other. Who was going to start? This was more awkward than it should be considering how well they now knew each other's bodies. Remus spoke first.

"So why did you Sirius? With the she-wolf?" Sirius had not been expecting that to be the first question. This was more like Remus, asking leading questions to elicit all the required information. Sirius took a deep breath.

"Because I didn't want anyone else to have you." He closed his eyes so he would not have to see Remus' reaction. He spoke again. "Werewolves mate for life right?" He heard Remus' shocked intake of breath.

"How do you know that?"

Sirius opened his eyes again. "I read about it. I wanted to find out all I could about Werewolves at school and I read it in some obscure text" Sirius waved his hand vaguely.

Remus smiled. "I didn't know you cared that much."

Sirius gazed back. "I did." Remus looked pleased and a slight flush came to his face. He dipped his head slightly before speaking again.

"Well they do mate for life, but it's not quite that simple." Sirius cocked an eyebrow. "Well, with other wolves one mating seals it, and that person is your mate, and you're their mate, no holds barred. But with normal people it takes more to seal it. I've had sex before, it's not that that makes it binding." Sirius was mildly disappointed, but understood. "When wolves mate they have to each make the other submit to it. Both are Alpha, and both are beta. It happens automatically. An acceptance of mating. But with normal people it has to be done consciously. The wolf has to chose the mate."

Sirius thought. "So what you are saying is, that if you had mated with that she-wolf last night you would have sealed yourself to her for life?" He was shocked. Had he really been that close to losing this man? Remus nodded.

"So really you saved me from that. But you didn't know that." Remus pulled Sirius down and kissed him. "Thank you." Sirius ran his hand across Remus' chest hair.

"Well. Now you know." Sirius wondered if Remus could hear the note in his voice. These were feeling he had bottled up since the third year of Hogwarts that he had just revealed. His heart lay open.

"I can't believe you liked me back then Pad." Remus used their nickname and the gesture relaxed Sirius slightly. "I... well... I guess I kind of liked you too." Remus laughed nervously. "If only we'd known." Sirius grinned. He had not felt this happy for over 13 years. It was wonderful.

"I'm not so sure Moony. Do you really think either of us would have been ready at 16 or 17 to start a gay relationship? I'm not gay, and I'm fairly certain you are not gay, but coming to terms with feelings like this that young? It might have just caused problems." Remus looked amused. Sirius knew he was thinking that it was usually him that reasoned things. They both kissed again. The Remus spoke again.

"No. I'm not gay." He stopped, looking embarrassed. "Um. In fact, that was... well... I've never. Not with a man."

Sirius arched an eyebrow. "Never?" Remus shook his head. Sirius grinned. "Well I thought it was pretty damn good for a first time!!" The two men laughed.

"So... how about you?" Remus asked. Sirius blushed hugely. Remus laughed at him. "What!?"

"Well... no. Once before." Remus laughed at how uncomfortable Sirius looked. "At school."

Remus looked surprised. "Who with?"

Sirius blushed more that seemed possible. "Do you remember that Ravenclaw who adored you and followed you around? In the year below?" Remus nodded. A look of comprehension dawned on his face.

"Oh! The blonde one... Angel something? You slept with him!?"

Sirius nodded. "Angel DeMaria. He adored you, and so did I. One night I went to the Three Broomsticks to drink away some of my brain cells in your name and met him there doing the same." Sirius looked away. "Well... then at closing time we drunkenly walked home through the forest and... um... took out our urgings for you on each other." Sirius knew his face must be scarlet and he could not bring himself to look at Remus. He felt Remus' hands touch against his cheek and pull him in to kiss again.

"That's really quiet sweet Sirius." He laughed. "Disturbing, but sweet." Sirius pushed him and they laughed. Everything was wonderful. The sun was shining on them, bodies wrapped together. There was nothing wrong in the world at that moment. Sirius turned and kissed Remus again. He kept their faces close, noses touching.

"Moony. I..." He paused, taking a deep breath. "I think I love you." Remus kissed him, holding him tight.

"I think I love you too Pads." The two men kissed again, lust rising, both happy.

The afternoon sun waned and still the two men did not leave the bed. Only interested in each other, it was not until the next morning that either wondered what another werewolf had been doing running in the forest the night before.