Author's Note: Ok, I have no idea if the moon cycle is different. Everyone seems to have different opinions and now I'm confused! All well... I wrote this before I knew about the moon so if it isn't accurate just pretend! After all, that's what we writer's do best is it not? Lol.

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~Revelation and Mind Tricks~

Sirius raced back to Remus's side, "Are you going to be alright? Why haven't you transformed?!"

Remus heard the urgency in his best friend's voice, "I'll be alright... Siri. It just... is a bit... uncomfortable..."

"It looks like it hurts like hell," Sirius felt his forehead, "You're burning up, and you didn't explain why you aren't transforming."

Remus shut his eyes, "Wolf... isn't strong enough... to take over..."

"Remmy, listen to me, stay awake for now. Just until I get back. I have to go to the bathroom for a second. Can you do that?"

Remus shook his head in agreement.

Sirius quickly went into his bathroom, filled a bowl with cold water, and grabbed a rag. It took him a whole thirty seconds.

"Are you still with me?"

Remus cracked a small smile, "Barely."

Sirius sat on the edge of the bed next to Remus and damped his forehead with the, now, wet cloth, "Now you can rest. Try to get some sleep."

"Its getting a bit cold," the werewolf whispered.

Sirius pulled the blankets more tightly around the blonde, closed the balcony door, turned off the light, and then sat back down. He continued to wipe the sweat away from Remus's face long after his breathing fell into a steady rhythm and he was fast asleep.

It was a little weird to Sirius that he was taking care of the werewolf. He never felt he could 'mother' over someone the way he did Remus. Nobody else had ever seen this side of him before; not even James. In fact, James used to joke about him being able to kill someone if they had a cough and he tried to take care of them, and it was probably true. He never had the instincts to help a sick person. Whenever one of the marauders were sick, it was usually Remus who took care of them until they got better if they didn't want to go to Pomfrey, which was all the time. But when Remus was sick, James was as helpless as Peter; which says quite a lot in itself. Sirius was always the one to take care of the werewolf when he was under the weather, and no matter how much Sirius messed up, Remus was always patient and never got mad. That was so... Remus.

In fact, now that Sirius thought about it, he always did keep an eye on the blonde; even now. It was strange how he never noticed it, but he always gave a little extra attention to the werewolf. Whenever Remus was down, he was always the one to cheer him up. Whenever Remus was lonely, he was always the one to keep him company. Whenever Remus was sad, it was always him that noticed first. It was always him. Always him.

So what if he had a special little place in his heart for Remus. It wasn't anything unusual, was it? Of course not; Remus was the last of his best friends, it was natural to keep him close. But then again, that didn't explain why he always held a special place for the blonde in him when they were teenagers. What could it mean? It was almost like he was...

Sirius snapped back into reality and almost fell off the side of the bed, 'No way. There is no way!!'

But it had to be the way. It would definitely explain why he would get edgy and, dare he think... jealous, whenever Jason was around Remus. It was the only reasonable explanation, other than that he was completely off his rocker, which was a possibility.

Sirius jumped off the bed as if it had burned him. He glanced back at the sleeping werewolf. Moonlight shone through the balcony door and onto his face giving him a surreal appearance. His golden locks fell lightly around his ears making him seem to have a halo around his head.

His stomach clenched, 'No way...'

His thoughts weren't unbelieving anymore, but more of in an awe. How long had he felt like this towards his best friend? When he was a teenager... could that have been called puppy love? Sirius smiled to himself as the term could be applied literally to their case.

But he knew somehow that what he felt in the present felt deeper than a mere crush, but, honest to God, love. He didn't even know what love felt like, but for some reason he just knew this is what it was. Love was flittering feelings in his stomach, teeth-clenching jealousy when anyone else was near, small glances of knowing across a room that nobody else noticed, but most of all, love had silky blonde hair, beautiful golden eyes, a genuine smile, and creamy smooth skin. Love was Remus.

'Oh Merlin,' Sirius bit his tongue to keep from laughing aloud, 'I'm a pouf. Sirius Black, womanizer of his time, is an, honest to God, bloody pouf. The irony of it all...'

Sirius was jerked out of his thoughts with the sound of something clattering together. He looked around for the source when he noticed it was coming from the bed.

"S-Sirius," a sleepy voice called out.

"Don't worry; I'm here," Sirius berated himself. He sounded like he was talking in a trashy romance novel.

"It-t's really c-cold in here."

Sirius could visibly see Remus shake even though it was dark, "Hold on, I'll look for some blankets."

Sirius searched the entire room for any extra covers, but none were to be found. He didn't feel comfortable going to search for any through the rest of the house, and he *really* didn't feel happy with the thought of going to wake up Jason to ask him for help.

"I can't find anymore blankets, Remmy," Sirius felt helpless.

"Its alr-right, S-Siri," Sirius smiled at the recently given nickname, "D- Do you... do you think you c-could keep me warm inst-tead?"

Sirius had to pause for a second before a slight blush began to form over his cheeks. He was so glad it was dark, "Um... I guess."

Sirius slowly made his way over to the other side of the bed and slid in- between the sheets. His stomach was doing flip-flops as he scooted himself over to the middle of the bed. It shouldn't have been that big of a deal to him, but it was. They've shared a bed before, especially when they crashed with each other after drinking a little too much; so it really wasn't that big of a deal. After all, it was just for body heat so Remus could warm up.

That's all it was until Remus also moved to the middle of the bed and snuggled his back against Sirius. Sirius froze and stiffened, unaware of what he should do next. It wasn't until he felt Remus shaking against his body did he make up his mind. Unsure of himself, he casually draped his arm across Remus; a bit afraid that that was going a tad too far for the blonde.

Remus didn't object, but snuggled even deeper into Sirius. "Warmth," Remus practically purred.

Now, if Sirius had thought about the situation just a bit more, he would have realized that he could have just used a warming charm on Remus, or at least grabbed Remus's blanket from his room. All in all, this was much more comfortable.

Sirius could suddenly feel every little nerve in his skin. Remus was only sleeping in an incredibly thin shirt and shorts. This was one time Sirius wished he didn't sleep in only his boxers. His skin burned like hot flames wherever it touched the werewolf. It was unbelievable how... alive he felt.

Sirius rested his head atop of Remus's and, slowly, fell asleep together.

|~*~|

Unbeknownst to either of the sleeping men in Sirius's room, a shadow outside on the balcony growled as it looked through the glass door on the sight inside.

|~*~|

Sirius had never felt so refreshed since his years as a teenager. He felt as if he slept for ten years! It was amazing how great he felt that he didn't want to open his eyes just yet for the start of another day. It was then that he began to feel a presence in his arms.

Sirius slowly opened his eyes in surprise to see Remus; then the memories of last night returned. During the middle of the night, Remus must have turned to face him and had now snuggled his face in the crook of Sirius's neck and he, in turn, had wrapped both arms around the blonde. It was far from uncomfortable, and Sirius even went as far as thinking that he could wake up like this any day.

It was then that he noticed a ghostly breeze on his neck. Remus's breathing was tickling! He had to bite his tongue so he wouldn't start laughing, but his chest shook slightly anyway.

Remus groaned slightly, "Mmm, too early..."

"I don't think so. It's nearly nine o'clock. You're usually up by now dragging my arse out of bed," Sirius finally let out his laughter.

Remus snapped his eyes open and looked up in surprise, "Sirius?! What are you doing in my bedroom?!"

Sirius let out a smaller chuckle, "If I remember things clearly, this would be my bedroom."

Remus let out a small gasp when he looked up and noticed the Abraxans casually grazing on the ceiling, "How did I get here?"

"You don't remember?"

Remus thought back, "Just bits and pieces. I remember the full moon and waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, then feeling really sick, but that's about it. That's why I woke you up the night before, too; I wasn't feeling right."

"So why did you leave without telling me that in the first place?"

"I decided that it was too much of a bother and I didn't want to worry you."

"Remus, you are never a bother, and I'd rather worry over you then let you be sick alone."

Remus smiled, "Thanks, Padfoot."

"Anytime, Moony."

Remus untangled himself from the other man, much to Sirius's displeasure, and with a small blush on his cheeks, "I don't know about you, but I could really use a shower."

Sirius thought about it for a second, "Me, too."

"Do you want to come join me?"

It took a second to comprehend the statement before Sirius's eyes went wide in shock, "W-What?!"

Remus stared at him as if he had lost his mind, "I said 'Do you want to go before me?'"

"Oh," Sirius shook his head, "No, you go ahead."

'That was *not* what I thought he first said...' Sirius thought.

"Would you mind if I overpowered you, Sirius?"

"What?!"

"Are you having a hearing problem today, Padfoot? I said 'Would you mind if I used your shower, it's closer."

"No, I don't mind," Sirius mentally berated himself, 'I am definitely losing it. That didn't even really sound the same!'

"Mind if I use your hand, too?"

Sirius blinked, "I... huh?"

Remus was about ready to shake the taller man before him, "Is there something in your ears, Sirius? I asked if you'd mind if I used your shampoo."

Sirius blushed the slightest bit, "No, go right ahead.'

Of course, any of the other suggestions he thought he had heard didn't seem like bad ideas either...

Remus gave Sirius one more odd stare before he headed into the bathroom. He shut the door and Sirius threw himself onto his bed face up staring at the horses that were just trotting along without so much as a care in the world.

His mind was playing tricks on him and he hated it! He heard half of what Remus was saying, then, apparently, his mind filled in the blanks on its own! Arrrrggg!!! This was going to be one frustrating day.

Sirius's sensitive ears heard the sound of a lock slipping from its place. He looked up and saw the bathroom door slowly swing open. Remus mustn't have shut the door all the way closed.

It wasn't a big deal. All he saw were the mirrors... which, at Sirius's position, directly showed him a view of the shower, where Remus was, behind clear glass... completely naked.

'No!' Sirius scolded himself, 'I can't do that to Remus. He doesn't know I can see him. It wouldn't be right, it wouldn't be...'

Unconsciously, Sirius's eyes followed to the direction of the mirror where he got a full view of Remus rinsing his hair off. He couldn't see much detail, but Sirius could tell he was beautiful. Absolutely perfect.

It wasn't as if Sirius had never seen Remus naked before. Hell, they have lived together for years and, in Hogwarts, had showered together. Scratch that... had used the showers at the same time... That still doesn't sound right. Had... showered at the same time, but used different shower cubicles. There.

But never before had Sirius looked freely on Remus's body like he was doing now. Back when he was in school, he would have thought he was turning gay. He wasn't really gay, per say... more like... Remus-sexual? Yeah, he liked that. He was Remus-sexual. Remus was beautiful after all and deserved his own preference word.

'God,' Sirius groaned, 'Being a pouf is turning me sappy.' His eyes gazed over Remus, 'And yet, if he is what turning into a pouf is all about, then I'm game. Sappy can be good.'

Sirius could hear the shower door open and shut, but by this time, the mirrors had fogged up so he couldn't see anything.

His displeasure was greatly satisfied when Remus came walking out of the bathroom with just a fluffy white towel hanging dangerously low around his waist.

Sirius did a once over... three times. Remus's hair was still wet and dripping slightly so drops of water slid, glistening down his small chest slowly, as if mocking Sirius that he wasn't the one who could slide all over Remus. They moved further down to Remus's abs which showed the hints of a small six-pack. His skin was like porcelain and flawless right down to the crescent moon shaped scar on his shoulder.

Remus seemed not to notice, "Forgot I didn't have any clothes."

This snapped Sirius out of his little daydream.

Remus walked out of the room and down the hall while Sirius continued to stay on the bed, thinking. He heard muffled voices coming from his door so he got up and peered out of it. His presence remained unknown as Remus and Jason talked in the hallway.

Sirius watched as Jason's gaze began to lower to Remus's chest and the line of the towel that was now *too* low for Sirius's taste. Even though it was still at the same height when he had first saw it.

Sirius's hands clenched into tight fists and his eyes literally looked as if flames were burning in his pupils.

If that wasn't enough, Jason was leaning closer to Remus until the two barely touched. Remus began to look uncomfortable and took a step back until he was against the wall, but Jason moved forward as well. As the two talked, Jay started letting 'innocent' touches escape from his movements.

Sirius was seeing red as Jason's hand ghosted over Remus's shoulders and arms, then to his hips. It wasn't really noticeable, and definitely not all at once, but Sirius knew what he was doing. Apparently, so did Remus because he began to break out in a blush.

But the conversation was what really got him.

"You know, you are really gorgeous," Jason whispered.

"Thank you," Remus sounded calm, but Sirius knew him too well. The blonde's shoulders were tensing up slightly.

Sirius waited in agony to see what would happen, but what was going to happen really made him angry.

Jason leaned into Remus and tilted his head down slowly as if to kiss him, but stopped halfway. He stood again, said a few whispered words to the blonde, and then walked downstairs. Sirius felt his nails digging into his palms. He wanted to hit something... or *someone* so badly he was shaking. Jason was going to regret what he had tried to do.