Disclaimer: I own not the wonderful world of Harry Potter. I claim no ties to them beside the disgusting amount of love and adoration. Let it be known! These characters are owned by the wonderful J.K. Rowling. She is a goddess.

Notes: cackles I love you Hannio! I felt compelled to write another chapter today for the sake of more reviews from you! (I'm glad you're enjoying this by the way!)

The fire had burned down to small glowing embers and Remus had decided his knees were far too old to be subjected to the torturous wooden floor. Creaking up from his position, he had found himself quite comfortable to sit upon the chair's arm. Sirius had grumbled about it being bad for the frame of the chair, then quickly mended that he didn't care anyway. Remus smiled softly. This is what it should've been. This is what it should've been all along.

Silence permeated the room. Remus shifted uncomfortably, wondering if there was a comfortable way to sit on the arm of a chair without getting a wedgie. Sirius regarded a couch, covered up by either a very large and opaque spider-web or a white sheet, (he wasn't about to tempt it) thoughtfully.

"You're never going to forgive yourself?" Remus broke the silence, standing to adjust his robes to the amusement of Sirius.

"No."

"Even if I did this...?" Remus turned suddenly, grabbing Sirius' face and pressing his lips to the other man's.

Sirius had barely enough time to squeak out, "REH!" before he was engulfed in that swift kiss. The sweet taste of Remus' lips inundated him with thoughts that shouldn't be repeated, especially when trying not to respond.

Remus pulled back, staring at the flustered Sirius. "Well?"

"You can't do that!"

"Why?"

"Because!"

"I think I told you first year that was not an excuse, only the beginning of one."

"It was third year, and I do have more to add on."

"Well, get on with it."

"Because you're the victim." Sirius blushed lightly.

Remus blinked. 'Victim?' Sigh. The lycanthrope shook his head, and then stood silent a few moments. He chewed at the inside of his cheek, trying to think of the exact right answer. "I was never the victim," Remus told Sirius finally. "I could've yelled. I could've hurt you. What I didn't do..."

"Was stop me."

"I didn't know if I should. I wanted it. Just not then, just not there, and not for that reason."

"What reason was that?"

"To comfort you."

"Oh Godric..." Sirius groaned.

"No. Don't turn this around."

"I'm not trying to."

"Yes you are. Now shut up and listen." Wow, why hadn't he tried this kind of command earlier? Sirius now sat, slightly wide-eyed, watching Remus intently, as if he were a puppy waiting to either be scolded or given a biscuit. "I could've done several things. I didn't. Therefore, the blame is to be placed on me. This discomfort? It's all mine. I let you do what you wanted. I wanted to make you feel better. I'd never seen you in tears.

"That day? That day you ran in? You were so angry. So upset. I didn't know why or what or anything. All I knew is that you never let me down when I needed the attention. I felt I was just paying you back."

"I was fine just watching."

"I know."

"So you let me have you? Just like that? The only resistance I remember were a few fists. You hardly hit me. It was like getting hit by a baby..."

"Thanks..." Remus grumbled.

"Face it, if you had wanted to fight me, you would've."

"I think I've been trying to say that." Remus smiled softly. "The next time you figure out the big picture, Watson, don't sound like you are trying to convince yourself."

"Does that make you Sherlock?"

"Oh shut it."

"Sherlock Holmes and the Hounds of Baskerville?"

"Godric...I've gotten you going, haven't I?"

"Arroooo!"

"Oh Merlin's underpants, you're kidding me..."

"Ruff."

"You don't take anything seriously, do you?"

"I try."

"You try?"

"Well...putting a 'Sirius' spin on everything is rather hard..."

"Oh...that was horrid!" Remus made a face and shook his head. "Can we finish talking about this?"

"Well, I thought it was rather slow."

"What?"

"The book. Hounds of Baskerville. Took for-ever! I just couldn't get into the story."

"You know what I meant."

"What do you want me to say, Remus?"

"I want you to stop rejecting me now that I want you."

"No. Never again."

Remus sighed. "Padfoot, you are impossible...But that doesn't stop me from loving you." Remus leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss on Sirius' forehead. "I still love you. I always will." Another kiss was given, now placed upon the Animagus' lips. "I'm going to bed."

Sirius waited until Remus had left the room, then quietly, he pulled his knees up to his chin and whispered. "I'll always love you, Moony."