Disclaimer: They still don't belong to me.

Warning: Some more mature adult themes in here. And hints of Sirius/Remus slash in the past.

Dedication: For Magenta. And Kitten. And Slash Muse. Enjoy!

Author's Note: Well, this was written at five thirty in the morning. I don't feel well, and I have a day off from work. And there's a song on VH1 Insomniac that I haven't heard in a very long time. I'm happy. The video's rather lacking though. Just realizing now that I've seen it. If I'm rambling, please remember it's five thirty in the morning. I woke up early, and couldn't get back to sleep. Ah well, what can I do? Write, of course...

Compromising Circumstances

Chapter Five

Sirius rolled over, groaning. He didn't have to look at his bedside clock, he knew what time it was. It seemed no matter what he did, his bladder was on a strict schedule. One o'clock, and he had to go. Groaning, he sat up in bed, scrubbing his hands over his face. He slipped out of bed, searching around on the floor for his sweatpants. it was a warm night, so he had opted to sleep devoid of clothing. It was just easier that way. Except now he couldn't find his sweatpants. He gave it up, and just pulled on a bathrobe.

//Stupid, stupid, stupid...// He mumbled to himself. He yawned, padding groggily to the bathroom. The apartment was silent, and he almost didn't like that. There was something almost disturbing about a dark and noiseless room at night. He swallowed hard, pushing any bothersome or troublesome thoughts out of his mind. He stumbled into the bathroom, turning the faucet on just to make some more noise.

//Much better...// He thought as he relieved himself. He washed his hands, and found himself staring in teh mirror. He was looking better, much better. But when had he gotten so old? At least there was no grey in his hair, like Remus. They could both pas for being in their late twenties, rather then their early forties. He peered closer. There were fine lines around his eyes and at the corner of his mouth.

//Holy shit. Look at me.// He hated this. It was a constant reminder of his missing years, all the time he had lost. It wasn't going to come back, either. It was gone for good. Thirteen years. Well, at least he had now. He washed his face, and realized he wasn't tired anymore.

//Great. Well, I could watch the tellie.// He had decided that yes, he did like television as much as he had. Though some of it was extremely bizarre. He stretched, pulling his robe tighter about him. Wandering into the kitchen, he grabbed a plate of fried chicken out of the fridge to snack on. //I guess I could have a beer to. Help me sleep, definitely.// He got the six-pack out as well, and headed into the living room.

//Let's see what late night television is like now.// He plopped down on the couch, and reached for the remote. That's when he saw them.

//What the...?// He wasn't an idiot. He knew *exactly* what the two magazines lying on the coffee table were. //Well, I know what Harry does at night. Though why he's doing it in the living room...oh well.// Sirius shook his head. //Weird kid.// He picked up one of the magazines, still shaking his head. //Oh, he could've been doing it in front of the tellie. Who knows what's on late at night...I've gotta teach him to clean up after himself. 'Casanova', eh?// Sirius couldn't fault Harry's taste in magazines. He'd picked up a few 'Casanova's' over the years. Not since out of Azkaban though. His sexual experiences, whether with himself or someone else, were extremely limited. He had *attempted* to rekindle what he had had with Remus, but it was useless. Remus had changed too much.

//He moved on.// Sirius sighed. He missed Remus, not just as a lover. He missed him as a friend. They kept in contact, which Sirius decided was a good thing. He would be clueless as to how to raise Harry if it weren't for Remmie's letters. If he had a problem, Remus was right there with advice. //Wish he still had feelings for me.// They had never had any sort of deep, mad love, but it had been good. So it had only been a year, but it had been a great year. And Remus had been nearly insatiable. Sirius could name at least twenty different rooms in Hogwarts where they had made love, and countless spots over the grounds. At least Remus had somebody, or so he hinted.

//And he made a few good points.// Sirius sighed, remembering the brief conversation...

***

"Sirius." Remus sighed, placing his hands over Sirius'. "I'm flattered that you still fancy me, but...I think it would be a horrid idea."

"Really?" Sirius bit his lower lip, surprised at how hurt he felt.

"Yes. There's nearly sixteen years missing between us. We're not the same people we were. And besides, you're not entirely thinking clearly. No, let me finish. You've been in Azkaban for twelve, thirteen years. And then you were working on the war effort. You're starved for physical gratification, which is understandable. And you know for a fact that I, conceivably, return your affections. I am, in essence, a 'safe bet'. And I'm at a place in my life where I'm looking for so much more then a quick tumble in the sheets. Not that that's how this would turn out, mind you, but there's a good chance. And...well, someone has caught my interest of late."

"Oh." Sirius nodded. Well, Remmie had made some sense. "Yeah, I guess you're right. But I didn't just think, 'hey Remus screwed me once, he'll do it again'. I do miss that."

"I know." Remus nodded. "I miss it to. But it's in the past. We're different people now, and so our relationship is different. It only stands to reason. You'll find someone, Padfoot, there's no need to worry about that. Whether for sex or something more."

"I'm no worried." Sirius said, smiling slightly. "But uh, if stuff doesn't work out with you and whoever, let me know?"

"Of course." Remus nodded. "Perhaps, in time, it'll be right for us to try again."

Remus held out his arms, and Sirius hugged him tightly, wishing he didn't feel quite so empty inside. But Remus was right. They had both changed, for better or for worse neither of them knew...

***

//Well, I haven't found anyone. Not that I've tried to meet anybody.// But how could he, now? He couldn't just walk out and find someone. He supposed he could ask Remmie if he knew anyone. Remus liked setting people up.

//Too bad he didn't just want to fool around.// Sirius had slept with plenty of people, men and women, and no one compared to Remus Lupin. There was a wild, uninhibited quality about him. And he had been extremely experimental. not to mention the bondage fetish...

//There's definitely something hot about being tied down and blindfolded.// Sirius closed his eyes, remembering. Remus had used silk scarves, tying his wrists to the headboard, and one to cover his eyes. Sirius had been at his lover's mercy. He could feel a stirring between his legs, thinking about it. He cursed, opening his eyes and trying to shove the memories away. Of course, he opened his eyes and found himself looking down at a pouting, sultry looking young man with dark auburn hair and soulful blue eyes.

//Great. Now I'm horny as hell.// He sighed, realizing he'd have to do *something* about it. Well, he had lotion and two dirty magazines. Well, two *new* dirty magazines. He had his own, but they were mostly all of the heterosexual type. He hadn't used one of these in a while. Deciding there was no harm, he flipped the top magazine open.

//Aw...it's one with lot's of articles...// Sirius didn't understand why they put articles in dirty magazines. Did anybody actually read them? Honestly, what did things like 'Acceptance in the Workplace' matter when you wanted to get off? He flipped through the centerfold, deciding he liked that pretty well. It as the same pouting young man from the cover, but now he was lying on his stomach on a bed, the line of his back, buttock and thigh making a sensual arch.

//Wonder where they get the models for these things.// It looked like a pretty damn good job. Of course, Sirius also wanted to know where they found the models for romance novel covers. All he his life he'd been told he looked like he walked off of one.

//Oh, here we go.// He flipped the page. Full frontal. He licked his lips, listening to make sure the apartment was well and truly asleep. He felt a bit guilty. Then he felt *very* guilty. //No. I'm not going to jerk off in the living room with my seventeen year old godson asleep in the next room. That's just dirty. I'll, I dunno, sleep it off.// He put the magazine down, hoping it looked like he hadn't touched them. He'd let Harry get up first, to remove the evidence, and he'd just pretend like nothing ever happened.

He rose, painfully aware of what he had decided not to do. But he had made the right choice. He had to set a good example, and be responsible. And jerking off in the living room was neither of those things.

He collapsed on his bed, but couldn't sleep. //All right, you're in your own damn bedroom.// That was safe. He let his robe fall open, and quickly took care of himself. He didn't even think of anything really, he just wanted to finish. A simple spell took care of the mess, and he was able to slip into a deep and rather dreamless sleep. No realizing he had left his own evidence in the living room...

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I love leaving cliffhangers! The evidence would be the chicken and beer.