A/N: Okay, I lied, there are two more chapters.

"Let's go outside," said Sirius.

Remus spared him a glance from behind his Charms text. "Let's not." He returned to his studies. The window was thrown wide open to catch a weak, languid breeze. Both boys had left off their robes for the shirts and pants they wore underneath. Sirius had his shirt open.

"Remy," Sirius wheedled. "Come on. It's sixth year, you know sixth year exams don't matter, the older kids, they've been telling us that since first year. You'll feel better if you come outside. We'll swim in the lake."

Remus couldn't help but laugh. "That's the one thing that won't convince me in a thousand years. Strip in front of the whole school? I think not."

"What about me?" Sirius asked.

Remus looked over the top of the book again. "Can you get the entire school to look away? I think not."

He felt the bounce as Sirius jumped onto his bed. "Please?" Sirius begged shamelessly. Remus didn't bother answering. Sirius was still for a moment, contemplating the distant possibility of defeat. Then Remus's book was knocked flying. Sirius swung a leg over him and sat on his stomach, hands on his friend's shoulders. "Please?" he said again.

"No," Remus said firmly. "Off."

Sirius didn't get off, but looked down at Remus, his silver-grey eyes suddenly solemn. Remus drew in his breath, his own eyes widening slightly as he felt something change.

"I'm going to kiss you," Sirius announced, as though surprised.

Remus brought his hands up to shield his face. "No, please!" he wailed jokingly. If he pretended to think it was a joke, Sirius might lay off. "I'll go outside with you!"

"No," said Sirius. "Let's stay in here." He took hold of Remus's hands and pulled them away from his face. Remus looked up at him, tense, but not fighting back. Irrelevantly, he thought, It's too hot for physical contact. The thought was amusing, in a way. He was not in the least amused.

Sirius felt his tension. He wondered if he could ease it. A strand of hair had fallen into the werewolf's amber-golden eyes. Sirius let go of one wrist to push it aside, gently. He bent over Remus slowly, savoring each sensation, eyes sliding closed. He eased his hands beneath Remus's shirt, running his hands over smooth skin that was roughly patterned by scars. He opened his eyes again, to find Remus still looking at him gravely, apparently not having blinked. Sirius examined him closely, then bent to press their lips together.

Remus stiffened under Sirius, then, surprisingly, he relaxed – only a very little – and opened his mouth. Sirius was surprised – he'd been honestly expecting to be rejected. Maybe he is gay, after all, Sirius reflected. What the hell am I doing, it wasn't supposed to go this far ...

Remus timidly raised his arms and put them around Sirius's neck, and Sirius melted. He lay down on his side on the neatly made bed, holding Remus close, still exploring his friend's mouth. Remus was still obviously nervous, but then something seemed to click. He shifted slightly against Sirius. And then he was responding, and it was wonderful, and Sirius pulled him close, and closer.

Remus gasped slightly as he felt Sirius's hand start to move over him. "Don't," he mumbled into Sirius's mouth, but Sirius, obviously, couldn't hear him. He didn't stop. Remus placed his hands on Sirius's shoulders to push him forcibly away, but then changed his mind. He'd put up with it, just to see if he could. He might as well. He used to wish for this.

And suddenly, remembering that, it was all right. Remus bit lightly at Sirius's lower lip, and Sirius was the one whose muscles tensed. He rolled over on top of Remus, both hands moving on him now. It became impossible to tell who was being kissed by whom. Sirius wrapped his arms closely around Remus's slender, compact body and pulled him up into a sitting position, still straddling him, feeling him start to enjoy it. He was delightfully virginal, a little clumsy, but apparently knowing by instinct how to respond.

Their lips separated for a moment, and Sirius muttered, "You have got some teeth."

Remus smiled. He jumped as Sirius's lips moved to his throat, lightly caressing his thin skin. He tilted his head back, shuddering with pleasure. It was beautiful, it was terrible, it was exciting, it was frightening ... he could smell Sirius's closeness. Their embrace was really more suited to late December than late May, but the stickiness of the afternoon seemed to add to the feeling, making Remus drowsy and content.

Sirius was tugging at his shirt. Remus grabbed his hands and pushed back a little. "Don't," he said.

Sirius looked at him in mild surprise, and Remus explained, "Don't try to take my clothes off. I'm not ready."

"Oh," said Sirius, and attacked him with his mouth again.

Remus felt afire with longing as Sirius wrapped his body around him. This was so ... so different from before. He didn't feel degraded at all, didn't feel as though he were being dominated. He bit Sirius again, and Sirius moaned with pleasure.

"What the hell!" said a voice in the doorway. Sirius jumped, but didn't let go. They looked at the doorway. James was standing there, eyes wide and shocked. "Come on, Sirius, lock the door if you're going to screw each other!"

Sirius sighed. "Prongs, go to hell, I'm trying to strip Remus here." The door slammed, and Sirius grinned. "Takes care of him."

"Should we lock the door?" asked Remus.

Sirius grinned faintly. "I don't care who sees." He shifted against Remus, who gave a long gasp. "I've wanted to do this for a long time."

"Another conquest?" Remus asked ironically. Admittedly, he was more than half underneath Sirius and in no position for making sarcastic remarks, but that was all right. He'd make them anyway.

"No, not a conquest," said Sirius. "I'm trying to seduce you, not rule you."

"You're doing pretty well," Remus commented. Then, hard as it was: "Come on, Sirius, you know I'm too young. You're already seventeen, but I'm a minor ... Besides, we can't have a painful breakup, we have to share a dorm."

Sirius looked at him and smiled mischievously. Remus could guess what that meant, but he startled as he felt Sirius's hand in his groin. "All right," said Sirius, still with the same suggestive grin. "We'll pretend you're too young for a while."

"The year's almost over," Remus pointed out. It was getting harder and harder to think straight, and he wasn't entirely sure what Sirius was doing down there anymore ... "Surely you can't weasel out of all your previous commitments ... and you can't stay celibate all summer. You're Sirius."

"Try me," said Sirius, leaning close so Remus could feel him breathing. "Besides, you're only a minor until September. And what are you going to do, press charges?"

"True," Remus allowed, his voice only a little strangled.

Sirius started unbuttoning his shirt again. Remus bit his lower lip nervously, looking up at Sirius, who smiled. "I won't hurt you," he insisted gently. You might, thought Remus, but let him carry on.

Sirius drew off his Remus's shirt, then his own, and went to work on his trousers. Remus stiffened and almost pushed him away. Sirius looked at him inquiringly. "Not yet," Remus whispered, then realized that the comment could be interpreted any way Sirius chose. "Really, Sirius," he said sternly. "If you just want sex, then find someone else."

Sirius stopped and looked at him soberly. "Remus," he said, "if it was just sex I wanted, I'd wait. It's too damned hot out for just sex."

And with that cryptic remark, he pulled Remus's trousers off.

Around eleven that night, James and Peter came into the dormitory to find them both sprawled on Remus's bed, covered by his scarlet quilt, but clearly undressed, as their clothes were strewn hell to breakfast over the surrounding floor. Remus was nestled against Sirius's chest, fast asleep, but with a little smile playing over his lips.

"Sick," Peter commented.

James shook his head, smiling. "They are sort of cute," he confessed. Peter looked at him uncertainly. "Really," said James. "You know it won't last a week, but it had to happen sometime. Surely even you saw that."

Peter shrugged and went off to bed.

James watched them another moment, maybe just a little repelled, but morbidly fascinated by the picture they made together. He looked at Remus's pleased, contented expression. Even alseep, he looked so very happy ...

"I hope," he said over his shoulder to Peter, "that Remus realizes ... Sirius is playing him, like he plays all the others."

"Sure he does," Peter said grumpily. "Remus understands Sirius better than anyone. Are you going to watch them cuddling or go to bed?"

James went to bed. He thought fleetingly, Wish Lily looked at me like that ...

Sirius and Remus, fast asleep and curled up together, knew nothing of this conversation.