Title: Bitter Jealousy

Author: Silver Wolf Eyes

Rating: R (Well, it will probably end up like it in later chapters. So just to be on the safe side...)

Genre: Romance and Humor

Summary: Sirius's life is perfect now that Voldemort is gone, almost, but something seems to be missing. Then Remus gets invited to visit an old school mate who lives in America and Sirius tags along. Jason, or Jay as he likes to be called nowadays, starts to hit on the golden-eyed werewolf, but it isn't until Remus starts to respond to the flirting does Sirius finally know why his life isn't right. Remus isn't his... but can he ever be?

Coupling: Sirius/Remus, Remus/OMC

Disclaimer: Don't own anything. I am just borrowing them for my own entertainment purpose and promise to put them back when I'm done.

Warning: This story contains slash, as in a male/male relationship. If you don't like it, don't read it. Don't flame... I warned you in the summary. This is also an AU story, and people who have read OotP know why. I don't want to give anything away. I am very much in denial anyway.

I haven't been to an airport since I was somewhere around six so I'm doing the security checks the old way since I have no clue how they do it now. And I have entirely no idea how things are done outside of America (I don't get out much lol). If I don't get everything, or anything, right, please, somebody tell me and I will gladly change it.

Beware of my Marty Sue. Sorry, I kind of had to so the story would work out. Hope its ok! Though, if you guys want me to, I could make him a nasty little shit. I could even balance it out with a little of both! It's completely up to you!

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~A Letter from an Old Friend~

Sirius blinked his eyes open to the early morning rays of sun that shone through his window. He casually flung his arms over his head and stretched, listening to the satisfying sound of his back popping a few times. Sitting up in bed, he smiled as he looked around the room.

It never ceased to amaze him every time he woke up he wasn't dreaming about the night before. For once in his life everything was great. Harry had defeated Voldemort in his seventh year as many had planned, and was now living in an apartment not to far from here. He was cleared of his false accusations when Pettigrew had been dragged to court, forced to drink Veritaserum, and finally revealed what truly happened that horrible day. Remus was still his best friend and the two became roommates and shared a two-story house just outside of London. Yes, everything was perfect... but... why wasn't he happy?

Sirius wasn't a greedy person. He was truly grateful to finally have a normal life where he wasn't hiding from dementors or the Ministry, or fighting powerfully dangerous, overbearing wizards, but something wasn't... right, for a lack of words. It felt as though something was missing.

A soft thump came at his door. Sirius threw his legs over the side and strode over to it knowing full well who was knocking.

He opened the door and yawned, "M-Morning, Mooney."

Remus had an amused look on his face, "You know, you could have grabbed a pair of trousers before you opened the door."

Sirius looked down at himself seeing he only had on a pair of navy blue silk boxers. He looked back up, "Now, would I actually have to put on the pants, or could I just throw them at you for interrupting my morning silence?"

Remus gave the dark-haired man a little shove, "You know exactly what I mean."

Sirius chuckled, "What do you want?"

Remus thought for a second, "Oh... breakfast will be ready soon, so get dressed. You are *not* eating in your boxers again."

Sirius gave him a sad look, "Awe... please?"

The sandy-blonde smiled inwardly, but put on his best stern face, "Don't you give me those puppy dog eyes, Sirius Ian Black. You're not the one who has to look over to see the person he's eating with almost completely naked."

Sirius grinned, "You like it."

Remus rolled his eyes, "Sometimes, Sirius, you are so full of yourself it's a wonder how you can eat at all without exploding."

"Yeah, I should be ashamed," Sirius lowered his head looking guilty, but gazed back up with a gleam in his eyes, "But with a body like this; what do I have to be ashamed about?"

Remus pushed Sirius into his bedroom, a smile spreading across his lips, "I don't know why I put up with you. Get dressed and come downstairs."

The blond turned around and headed out the door. Sirius had a small grin on his face. He never said what he had to be dressed *in*.

Remus started to close the door, but turned back around, "And dressed, as in a shirt and trousers, not just boxers and your robe hanging open." With that he walked out shutting the door behind him.

Sirius was going to chuck a pillow at the door, but couldn't get to one in time. He chuckled to himself, "How does he always know what I'm up too?"

The raven-haired man sighed and walked over to his closet. He grabbed a black over shirt and a dark pair of jeans and went into his bathroom. He got dressed quickly, pinning his long hair back in his favorite black tie.

Downstairs in the kitchen, Remus was already sitting at the table eating and reading a copy of 'The Daily Prophet'. He barely looked up, "On the stove."

Sirius grabbed a plate and immediately began filling it with food. He sat across from his roomy glancing up at him every so often. Halfway through his plate, a small pecking sound came from the window.

Remus finally looked up from his paper and sauntered over to the window. Upon opening it, a large, white barn owl came swooping into the room. Sirius looked up from his plate, watching as the bird circled around the room before abruptly landing smack-dab on his head.

The sandy-blonde suppressed a laugh as Sirius shooed the bird away. It hooted noisily before perching squarely on Remus's shoulder.

"Oh sure," Sirius grumbled, "the bird lands on your shoulder, but lands on my head."

Remus smiled. The bird stuck out his leg and he carefully untied an envelope from it. He walked over to Sirius and stole the half piece of toast from his plate and gave it to the owl.

"Hey!" Sirius looked up watching as the bird started munching, "That was mine!"

"You're right," Remus chuckled, "That *was* yours. Now it's his."

Sirius grumbled, "Damn bird."

Remus rolled his eyes and sat back down in his seat, opened the envelope, and took out a single beige piece of parchment. Meanwhile, the owl hopped off of his current roost and onto the table. It proceeded to sneak over to Sirius's plate and snatched a piece of bacon before it shot into the air.

Sirius looked up, "You had better fly away! Come down here bird and I'll eat *you*!"

When he finally stopped shouting at the owl, he looked over at Remus who seemed to be engaged in the letter he was reading.

"What is it, Mooney?"

Remus looked up from the letter and across the table, "Do you remember back in the fifth year, we had an American transfer student by the name of Jason Randall?"

Sirius scrambled his brain, "Uh... no..."

Remus shook his head, "Remember? He was the kid always tagging along behind me. The one that everyone picked on because he was so scrawny?"

Sirius thought harder, "Did he have... red hair, lots of freckles, and could quite possible be the lost Weasley relative?"

"Yeah, that's him!"

"Nope, don't remember."

Remus thumped his head against the table, "Sirius."

"What?" Sirius grinned, "Of course I remember him. How could I forget? He was your shadow for a whole year! Me and James had a bet on whether he would get stuck up your arse the next time you sat down."

Remus looked up at this, "Well he never did; so who won?"

"James did."

Remus dropped his head back down on the table.

"You know you could get permanent brain damage by doing that."

His reply was another bang on the table.

"If you say so," Sirius set his fork down, "So what about him?"

Remus finally lifted his head, "Well, Jason wrote saying he was doing very well and he wanted me to drop by for a while. He said I could bring someone else along."

"So... what? I thought he went back to America. Is he here in town or something?"

Remus coughed, "Not exactly... He wants us to come to America."

Sirius, at the time, had been drinking from his cup of coffee. Poor Remus got his second shower of the day.

"Ugg," he wiped some of the brown liquid off his face, "Did you have to do that?"

Sirius ignored him, "America?"

"Yeah," the blonde took a towel from the table and began wiping his arms off, "What's the big shock?"

"I don't know. I guess it just took me by surprise."

"Yeah, and I got the surprise..."

"Oh," Sirius got up and wet a paper towel, "Sorry 'bout that."

Remus took the proffered towel and began wiping the rest of the coffee from his shirt, "Its fine. So are you coming?"

"Coming? To America? You're not serious, Rems? And just to see that scrawny shadow of yours?"

"Come on, Sirius, it could be fun. We need to get out a little more anyway."

"How about expenses? We don't have money to vacation halfway across the globe!"

Remus looked down at his letter, "It says he'd pay for us."

"Pay for us? With what?"

"Jason says he's doing pretty well."

"Him do well? Think about that for a moment, Remmy. 'Jet-lag' Jason. The person who came halfway across the globe and never seemed to fall back into time! He barely talked to anybody but you!"

"Maybe because I was only one of few who was actually nice to him. The poor guy was nervous as hell and everyone else just made it worse."

"Maybe he would have been treated differently if he hadn't come into the Great Hall like it was the gateway to hell tripping over his own feet. He was a klutz."

"I don't care. I think it would be nice to see him again. I'm gonna go. The only question is, are you?"

Sirius stared intensely into his roommates eyes for a minute then sighed in frustration, "Fine, I give in. I can't have you wondering around by yourself in America."

"I won't be by myself. Jason says he'd show me around."

"Jason probably doesn't even know where *he* is," he grumbled.

Remus got up and began rummaging around in a kitchen drawer. He produced another piece of parchment and a quill.

Sirius raised an eyebrow, "What are you doing?"

"Writing back to Jason saying we'll be thrilled to come."

Sirius muttered something incoherent.

Remus rolled up the paper and beckoned for the barn owl to come down off of the fridge. He tied the scroll to the bird's leg and watched it fly out the window.

"Well, this will be fun."

Sirius eyed his best friend, "When exactly are we leaving?"

"One week."

"And where exactly are we going?"

"To tell you the truth, I've never heard of the place. It's some place called the Lake of the Ozarks in Missouri."

Sirius shook his head, "Why on earth would he live there?"

"I don't know, but it sounds nice," he looked at the dark man's sulking face, "Cheer up, I'm sure you'll have fun."

"How are we getting there?" Sirius grunted.

"Jason said it wouldn't be a good idea to apparate since we don't know exactly where we're going, or use a portkey since it's such a long distance. He suggested we fly."

"Fly? As in broomsticks? Do you know how sore my arse would be if we flew all the way to America on broomsticks? We aren't as young as we use to be, Moony."

"No, not broomsticks; airplane. And who are you calling old?"

Sirius held up his hands in defense, "I didn't call anybody old. You know you're beginning to sound like me?"

Remus cracked a smile, "Oh no! I'm turning into you! Somebody, please shoot me!"

Sirius flicked a piece of egg at Remus with his fork hitting him right in the face.

Remus scrunched up his nose and wiped the food off, "Sirius Ian Black! Do I have to remind you to not play with your food, or fling it at me?!"

Sirius lowered his head and looked sullen, giving the blonde puppy eyes.

"Oh no! Not those eyes again, Sirius!" Remus continued to stare, breaking easily. He grumbled, "Fine, alright, Sirius, I'm not mad! Will you cut that out?!"

Sirius immediately perked up, "So what am I suppose to do for a week?"

Remus sighed, "Go pack."

"Now?"

"Yeah, because you're bound to forget something. You always do."

"I do not!"

Remus stared at Sirius.

"Well," Sirius glared back, "not all the time."

Remus let out a snort and headed out of the kitchen, "Sure, Sirius. Whatever you say."