They had almost reached the doors before Remus started hanging back. "Sirius… do you… mind if we wait outside for a while?" He grinned apologetically. "My head still feels all fuzzy."

Sirius, who couldn't have agreed more, informed him that would be fine and Remus stumbled away down the side of the building until they were once more out of sight of the rose bushes. Sirius leant against the uneven walls; watched his friend pacing in his mismatched clothes, the tuxedo jacket flapping loose.

"Padfoot…" Remus paused and regarded him, anxiously through a curtain of hair. "How much of this do you reckon you'll remember tomorrow?"

"Noth-ink, if'm lucky," Sirius grinned. "Why?"

Remus bit his bottom lip, frowning. "That's what I thought- hoped, no, perhaps I hoped you wouldn't… if you did remember could you pretend not to remember?"

"Moony I don't-"

Please, Remus' eyes pleaded. Just say it.

"I won' remember wha happened tonight," Sirius finished gently.

Remus began pacing again. "Padfoot, I… dear, God, I hope you really are as drunk as you said you were; I'm certainly not quite drunk enough for this but…" he ran his hands over his hair agitatedly. "Merlin, maybe we should just go back inside. Yes, that would be best. You're completely pissed and I'd be…" he laughed without mirth "taking advantage I suppose."

Sirius grinned lazily. "Moony, whathe hell are you going ona bou?"

And then Remus had pressed him into the wall, was kissing him hungrily; desperately, moaning something into his mouth that Sirius couldn't quite make out but that started with his name and ended with the word "you."

Without realising quite what he was doing, he felt himself respond. His arms wrapped themselves around Remus' body and twined into his hair pulling him closer, his mouth parted slightly to deepen the kiss, taking in completely what he had merely grazed earlier.

"Mmm… you taste like someone's used you as an ashtray-" Remus mumbled, laughing, into the kiss. Sirius pulled back, vaguely remembering that there must have been a good reason he had been breathing all his life but in that brief instant Remus' eyes flared open. They were brown again now; filled with an incredible fear and realisation; he drew away as if he had just realised what was happening. He looked aghast, and stumbled backwards away from the other boy. "Sirius… I… so sorry," he whispered briefly. Perhaps he had been about to say something else but in the end Remus just shook his head in self disgust and staggered back into the darkness, leaving Sirius leaning against the wall with swollen lips and the feeling that perhaps kissing Moony earlier on had not been the best idea he had ever had.

A.N. Mmmm…. Not quite the ending, although the end of this story. More Tom will be posted before anything happens to this series but I can tell you now that the next one will be called "Thanks for the memory," will appear faster if more people review and begins with the line:

It was the morning of November the first and Sirius Black awoke with a massive headache and the distant feeling that something very important had happened the night before.