A/N: Well, this needed to get out or else I wasn't going to be able to do any homework, write any papers, etc. and I'm a bad enough procrastinator as it is, I don't need help. I know this is a really overdone idea, but I didn't really have control over it, it has control over me. The title is completely random, I just like Tiramisu a lot. Also, I can't really help it, but whenever I write, characters end up with certain aspects of my personality. One of these traits that sticks out is the fact that I swear like a sailor. As a result, the characters in this story have rather fouls mouths. It hasn't gotten too bad yet in the story, it's more like me on a good (low swearing) day. Another example, Remus drinks tequila, because I like tequila. I could go on forever this way, but I won't. Hope you enjoy, and I'm sorry if you don't.
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue. It wouldn't do any good anyway, I'm a poor college student. I can tell you about Napoleon, Feminism, and analyze films for you, but that's about it. (and considering my majors, that isn't likely to change)
Tiramisu
Chapter One: In which much alcohol is consumed
"Congratulations, Lily and James!" Sirius finished his toast, took a sip of his champagne, and sat down before leaning to his left and whispering, "Thanks for that Moony, you're fantastic."
"Yes," His friend said, "I am, but you do know, even if James doesn't, I'm sure Lily knows I wrote that for you."
"Oh well, look at her, she doesn't care about anything but James right now. Which, is part of the reason James won't know you wrote my speech, because he doesn't care about anything but Lily. It works out amazingly well for me really."
"You're a horrible friend, you know that?" Remus said smiling and standing up, "Want a drink?"
"Yes, I'm a horrible friend, and holy fuck yes, I want a drink" Remus left and came back with a drink for each of them. He took his seat again and leaned across Sirius, tapping James on the shoulder.
"James! Lily!" the newlyweds turned around, looking at their friend. Remus pointed to a woman in the crowd who was watching the head table, "I've got her! Ten galleons!"
"Moony! Are you betting on what I think you're betting on?" Sirius asked, shocked. "Although, if you are, you've certainly made a good choice."
"No, of course not. I've got her in the pool."
"What pool?"
"For who beats the rest of the guests and gets to sleep with the best man."
"Oh…hey! I'm the best man!"
"We know that, Paddy. That's why we have the pool in the first place. Do you really think there's much to bet on in Peter and I's cases?"
"I think you underestimate yourself, Rem. Anyway, isn't that unfair? If I know who you bet on, then I can decide whether you win or not." Remus laughed.
"It would be unfair, if I thought that it was entirely up to you who you have sex with tonight. I'm pretty sure all the women, and men, out there eyeing you will have some say in it."
"Yeah, well…" Sirius looked around, noticing the looks some guests were shooting him, "I suppose you may be right about that."
The night wore on, Sirius had another drink, and another, and another, actually he quite lost count. He danced with, what seemed to him like, every single wedding guest and finally escaped them, making his way over to Remus.
"Hey, Rem, having fun?"
"Not as much as you it seems." He smiled at Sirius.
"Hey, that wasn't my fault. I didn't really want to dance with them, but once one of them pulls you in it's very hard to escape." Remus laughed at him.
"Oh yes, I saw you. You were trying very hard to get away." He said sarcastically.
"Hey, Moony," Sirius said. Remus looked at him.
"Yes?"
"Dance with me?"
"What?"
"Dance with me." Sirius repeated, "Come on, it'll be fun, I promise."
"Sirius, I really don't think I've had quite enough to drink for that."
"Well, that's something that can be easily remedied." Sirius grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the bar. With Sirius watching from his elbow, Remus had a couple shots, then was grabbed by the hand again, and pulled on to the dance floor. It took a few minutes, but eventually, the tequila pumping through his bloodstream, he settled into rhythm with the music, and Sirius, and ceased to notice the crowd around them flashing angry looks in his direction for monopolizing the best man. And he was, he didn't even notice, but they danced through several songs, and Sirius never strayed from Remus. The music changed to something slower, and without thinking about it Sirius reached out for Remus and pulled him close. Remus noticed a few questioning looks thrown their way, but he didn't care and neither did the tequila. Especially not the tequila. Sirius was his best friend, and he would damn well dance with him if he wanted to. He smiled, content, and relaxed into Sirius' arms.
Remus noticed vaguely that the song was ending, but he didn't want to move. He was quite comfortable where he was. Eventually the two pulled apart, and sat at a table on the edge of the dance floor, stuck in a silent-staring drunken phase. The reception was winding down, Lily and James were heading to their room in the hotel. Sirius looked at Remus, who was definitely drunk, stood up and tapped Remus on the shoulder.
"Hey, we're both in pretty rough shape, maybe if we help each other we can manage to get upstairs." Remus looked up at him and smiled, nodding. They stumbled through the hotel, and some how, about twenty minutes later, holding each other up and giggling like maniacs, they managed to reach Remus' room. It took another five minutes for Remus to get the door open and both men stumbled inside. They sat down on the bed, Sirius pulling himself together for the attempt to make it the rest of the way to his room alone. When he started to stand up to leave Remus stopped him with a hand on his arm. Sirius looked down at his friend, and lost himself for a moment in Remus' eyes.
"What is it Rem?" he asked, quietly, when his voice came back to him. He barely managed to register his shock before all thought was drained away by the soft lips pressed against his.
TBC…unless school takes over my life. Do you want more? Let me know.