Early the next morning, Remus woke and drew the curtains around his bed back, to see that the sun had barely come up.

::I've woke quite early...:: He thought to himself, surprised. Then, he got an idea. Before he could stop himself, he stumbled out of bed, and over to where Sirius slept.

::Sweet angel. Sweet, beautiful angel...:: Remus thought as he walked toward the bed, which had the great curtains drawn firmly around it.

Very slowly, Remus reached out his hand and drew back the curtain closest to him just a bit. He then peeked in.


There was Sirius Black, object of Remus' affections, of his love, laying peacefully in his bed, fast asleep.

Remus drew the curtains back a bit more, and looked at Sirius' length. The blankets were twisted around his legs, and his bare chest was rising and lowering slowly, in a very light way.

::He's fast asleep.:: Remus thought, a smile on his lips. ::So beautiful...::


Sirius' dark hair was spread across the pillow, strands were over his face, and Remus reached a quivering hand out to brush the hair from the beautiful features.

I love you, Sirius Black. He whispered.






Moony, what are you doing?




Caught.





Remus turned quickly, and saw James looking at him, with a curious expression on his face.

Oh! I... and.... His face flushed, and he quickly closed the curtains on Sirius' bed, and walked away a few steps.



How long? James asked.

What are you talking about? Remus asked, looking at his bedcovers, then at the night stand next to his bed, a lamp, clock, and picture of all four marauders laughing evilly sat there, along with quite a bit of dust.


Look at me, Remus.

Remus' head snapped up. James almost always called him Moony. He rarely used his real name, and he knew James was serious if he was calling him by his true name.


How long have you loved him?


Remus' eyes widened.

You heard me..?

James laughed at that. Moony, it's as plain as day. I didn't hear anything. James quite frankly didn't even want to know what Remus was referring to. That was far too much information, even for him.


Answer me, Moony. James demanded, his eyes soft.


For as long as I can remember. Remus replied, his voice soft, eyes on the ground.

James sighed, and walked closer to his friend.

Why don't you just tell him, mate?

Remus looked at James, incredulous.

What? Tell him? He'd be completely disgusted! He'd hate me forever! I can't loose him! I'd rather have his friendship sound, then risk it all for .... more.


James gave Remus a look that clearly said you idiot', and sighed heavily.

Moony, look. If you can be satisfied with just his friendship, then fine. But are you sure that's what he wants?

Remus' eyes closed, and he took a few deep breaths, before opening them again.

I don't know what he wants. And I'm afraid to ask.


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