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: Sigh I've been pestered into writing another chapter. I love you guys. Still...watch your step. I might have to insert another beating heart. Lol. So should this be the end? Or do you still want more, loves? Amanda, love, learn to soften you blows and I might listen to you.

Remus lay in the warm circle of Sirius' arms. This seemed horribly familiar, and too perfectly not. Even as Sirius nuzzled between Remus' shoulder blades, Remus thought it was very different from that night sixth year. For one, Sirius was asleep and currently making far more sound than he did when he was only sixteen. Secondly, it was completely consensual.

The day's event still vivid in his memory, Remus went over them, blushing as he had at several moments. He grimaced at how Sirius had thought it nothing less than hilarious that Remus' blush seemed burned in.

After the twins had announced their arrivals at such an inconvenient point in Remus and Sirius' reconciliation, Molly, Ron, Ginny, Arthur and Bill had arrived via brooms. Apparently the twins had been eager to test out their new apparating techniques.

Molly's voice was heard shushing everyone, though a millisecond later, Mrs. Black had woken and was screeching horribly. Sirius groaned and ran out of the room, and Remus had been left frozen in the gazes of the twins.

Ah...explanations. Usually this was the easy part for Sirius. As for Remus? This was the down-side to enjoying yourself. "Uhm..."

"No need to explain, Professor."

Thank Merlin!

"Well...Maybe just a bit."

"Uhm..."

"That was Sirius Black?"

"He looked a lot worse in the posters."

"Uhm..."

"Must be the Professor's influence."

"Ach and who wouldn't be rejuvenated by it?"

Was it Fred or George who said that? He'd been away from them too long, he couldn't remember how he told them apart before.

"George-y ole boy, are you trying to say something?" Fred (apparently) asked with a grin.

"You know those silly school-boy crushes and all..."

"Uhm..."

"Ability for intelligent speech limited."

"Hm. And what would fix that?"

Remus was saved as Sirius came marching back into the kitchen, Mrs. Black's screams long since silenced. Several bags of luggage were slung in various places on Sirius. "Need some help taking their stuff up, boys. You mind grabbing it?"

The redheads immediately took Sirius up on the offer and skedaddled out of the kitchen as fast as their legs could carry them, luggage and all. Remus smiled gratefully at Sirius.

"Drilling you?"

"No. They just have a knack for making others uncomfortable, I think."

"Hm. Should we have a sit-down with them?"

"Only if you think it's necessary. They know how to keep secrets. Merlin knows they have enough of them themselves."

"They do? What do boys that age have to hide?"

"What did you have to hide at that age? What did I have to hide at that age?"

"Near everything."

"Exactly."

Hours later found the small group, minus Mrs. Weasley who was busy exploring the kitchen and all the utensils associated with such, sitting around a fire, all busy with their own projects, so to speak. Ron was playing one of the twins at chess, while the other twin looked on, occasionally throwing commentary. Bill and Ginny were sitting across from one another on identical couches, both covered in white sheets, and discussing something that seemed of grave importance to both. Arthur was exploring the reading selection on the built in shelves, muttering frequently and touching on the spines of certain books. Sirius and Remus sat in the midst of it, staring at one another, throwing in the sporadic word for an attempt at small talk that didn't seem to want to happen.

Remus eyed the twin sitting on the floor beside his brothers, watching the game. So one of the boys was like that? Remus knew the muggle scientists would be clawing one another to learn that. Nurture versus nature...wasn't that what those silly muggles were always arguing? Bah...nonsense.

The boy he'd been staring at, something he'd realized moments ago with some embarrassment, turned to Remus. It must've been George. The blue eyes fell a moment, a soft blush creeping into his cheeks. Abruptly, eyes were returned to Remus' stare. The wolf in the lycanthrope seemed to take hold of Remus a moment, holding the boy's eyes. It was a dominance thing, nothing personal. George was the first to turn his eyes away, apparently understanding this.

Remus turned back to Sirius, who seemed to have waited patiently all through this episode. "I was never quite sure whether I should be amused, amazed or confused by twins," Sirius commented.

Remus sipped his tea and nodded. "Especially with those two. Most often, I've learned, you should just be suspicious."

Sirius let out a bark of laughter, apparently frightening Ginny, who jumped out of her seat and then blushed furiously, casting apologetic glances in Sirius' direction. "Poor girl..." Sirius murmured, offering a smile and a nod. "I should keep my voice down..."

"They just need to get used to the idea that you aren't a bad guy." Remus winced when Sirius went completely still. Whether it was Azkaban or the most recent addition to Sirius' guilts that Remus had added onto, he was unsure, but he felt he'd made a perfect idiot of himself. "Which you aren't in the least." He sipped his tea, pretending he had some dignity left.

Sirius relaxed a bit, though seemed a bit uncomfortable. "Perhaps its time I go to bed. No doubt it will be a long day tomorrow."

Remus nodded and watched him get up and leave the room, all the while aching to follow and make amends. Of course, George was making motions to come over and talk and Remus obligingly settled into discussions of Hogwarts, werewolves and twins.

Had it only been an hour ago he'd been able to slip away? Finding his way up the winding staircase and staring at the window where Regulus had sat all those years ago and unknowing spilled his deepest desires to Remus.

"Two doors to your left, dear boy. Two doors," Remus murmured under his breath, with a glance at the window, and then turning and following the advice. A gentle knock on the door had earned him a muffled reply, to which he stepped through the door.

Sirius sat in bed, book held in his lap, covers hiding his legs, though bare chest was shown. Sirius had never been much of a reader, Remus mused, but that was back in Hogwarts. "Hallo..." Sirius greeted quietly, seeming slightly confused.

"Uhm...Hi." Remus offered a pathetic little wave as he closed the door behind him.

"Is there...something I can do for you?"

Remus nodded and walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge.

"Well...?"

The lycanthrope extracted the book from Sirius' hands, as if he were going to examine it. Sirius let go willingly of it, watching as Remus marked the page, and set it on the nightstand closest to him.

"What are you...?" which was promptly silenced by a kiss.

Remus managed to tug off his boots, and crawl into Sirius' lap, while holding the other man's attention with the kiss. Later, he'd wonder how he'd done it, but then...the need had been there and neither seemed to want to break it.

All of which brought them back to the starting point, lying in bed. Sirius had managed to fall asleep rather quickly, though Remus was periodically pinching himself to see if he was really awake and this was all real.

The best part was that it was real. And no matter how many times he pinched himself, Remus knew that reality was still intact.

Thank Merlin.