A/N: This chapter will have a small portion in third person. Again a HUGE thanks to those who reviewed, especially multiple chapters. I love you all!
Remus' POV
Today is Friday; the day of James and Peters detention. I will be alone with Sirius. I don't know if that is a blessing or a curse. I love spending time with him, but I don't know how much longer I can keep this secret from him. After last weeks episode I want to question him on it, but I feel that I shouldn't. So I'll do some homework instead.
We get a lot of homework now. With our N.E.W.T.s next year the teachers are really coming down hard. I don't really mind. Doing homework gives me an opportunity to forget for a bit about Sirius and whatever else might be bothering me at the time. With all my energy focused on the task at hand there is no room for idle thoughts to creep into my head.
This serenity is soon broken. Sirius comes bounding into the room and all peace is lost. "Moony," he says, "I'm bored. James and Peter are gone. Will you come play chess with me?" With a face like that how could I resist? Not that I'll let him know that. I sigh and make a big show of putting away my things.
"I'm coming Padfoot," I say with just a hint of exasperation, "get the board and I'll meet you down in the common room in five minutes." He flashes me his trademark smile and dashes out of the room. Well another night for homework is gone. When Sirius wants to play chess he doesn't mean a game or two he means at least six or seven; more of a tournament. Oh well at least the view will be good.
I make my way down the stairs. He has claimed a table in front of the fire and is putting the pieces on the board. He sits behind the white pieces. He always has to be white. The reason he says is because he has been cursed by "black" enough in his life. I accept this without question; besides I've always been rather partial to the black pieces.
I win the first game, he the second. We talk a bit but we mostly enjoy the warmth of the fire and of each others company. Every so often our legs will brush under the table and a shiver will pass up my spine. A silent battle rages in my head; tell him, don't tell him. I am glad that my sense of reason is stronger than my heart.
The night wears on. I win a game then he wins a game. When it comes to chess we are just about equal opponents and we can get rather competitive. Around us people slowly filter up the staircases to bed. We are five games in and it is ten thirty, and James and Peter are still not back. We play another and the common room has completely emptied. We are alone.
"Remus," Sirius starts, "do you have a crush on anybody?" He asks with a slight sense of urgency. I am caught up in my current move and mutter a noncommittal yes with out thinking.
"Who," he asks. A simple question really; one word, yet this question could mean our entire friendship. I decide to try the easy way out, I won't lie but I won't tell him either.
"I don't think that I want to tell you that right now Padfoot," I say as calmly as possible although my heart is racing, "check by the way."
"Tell me please," he is almost begging but not quite. "Oh and check mate." In my nervousness brought on by his sudden interest in my love life I had not even noticed what he had been doing on the board. I shake my head in protest. He sighs and heaves himself out of his chair. "I guess that I'll just have to tickle it out of you then," he says in a very grave voice, yet I can see the corners of his mouth twitching.
I jump up too and say, "Well you'll have to catch me first." I dart off with Sirius in hot pursuit. We run around the common room a few times before it happens. I run backwards, sticking my tongue out at him when I hit something hard and fall backwards onto a plush red couch. In an instant he is on top of me.
"I've got you right where I want you Moony, and I'm willing to stay here all night if I have to." He gives me a triumphant little smirk and grabs my wrists so that I can't push him off. "Now tell me," Sirius whispers in my ear. He is so close that I can barely breath much less think up an imaginary crush.
My brain is screaming at me to keep quiet and to not ruin what we have but my traitorous tongue has other ideas. Before my brain can stop it, it blurts out, "You Sirius. I have a crush on you. I'm gay and I think that I've fallen in love with my best friend!" I realize seconds too late what has just come pouring out of my mouth. My eyes widen in horror and water slightly. A look crosses his face that is unreadable. There is shock, yes, but what is the other? Is it joy? Or is it disgust? I tense myself and wait for the blow that I am sure is going to come whether or not it will be physical, verbal or both is still left to be told. He is raising his hand now and no matter how hard I try, I still cannot hold back the single tear that makes its way from my eye down my face. Oh what have I done? Shit.
Sirius' POV backtracked a few minutes
I really don't know why I asked him. A simple question really, but for me his answer means so much. I don't really know why I wanted to know, the question just took hold of my brain and made me ask him. And now I have to know.
I now have him pinned to a couch. It feels so right to have him beneath me. He is looking at me with absolute horror and now I'm really curious; why doesn't he want me to know? I lean down and whisper in his ear. He shudders and I have to resist the urge to kiss him. Then he's talking. He says, "You Sirius. I have a crush on you. I'm gay and I think that I've fallen in love with my best friend!"
Well I didn't expect that. Has he found out my secret? Is he mocking me? I look down at his face to see that his eyes have gone very wide and that there is a trace of moisture in them. That's when I know that he is telling the truth. I reach out my hand to cup his cheek and wipe away the tear that has slipped out of his control.
He flinches visibly as my hand descends. I then realize what this confession has cost him. He has put everything on the line and is now terrified of the prospects. I silently curse society for making him think this way. I cradle his cheek and wipe away the lone tear. "Oh Remus," I breath, "I love you too." I then close the gap between us.
Third Person POV
Their lips met. It was clumsy at first, but they soon fell into it. It grew deeper and Sirius let Remus' hands go in favor of burying them in his hair. Remus' in turn went around Sirius to rest on his back. The kiss grew deeper still; hot tongues joining in a wild dance in warm mouths. Each has been kissed before, but never like this. Finally after several moments of bliss on the part of both parties they break apart.
Sirius' POV
I smile down at him and wonder where I went right to deserve this angel. He smiles back and my heart almost bursts with happiness. I roll off him into the back of the couch, so that we are lying side by side. I drape one arm lazily around his waist and bring the other up to his head to drag through his honey colored tresses. He brings his hands up to lay over my one and starts to trace my fingers. He lets out a small sigh of contentment and my smile widens.
"So," he ventures after a few minutes of silence, "What does this make us?" It is a legitimate question and I think for a few moments before answering.
"Boyfriends…or maybe lovers…no… we're Remus Lupin and Sirius Black and we are in love. Yes that's enough for me." I say. Then as an afterthought I say, "Oh course if we tell anybody we should probably just say boyfriends."
"Yes," Remus answers. "But who are we going to tell? I was thinking that this would be a rather low profile relationship seeing as the general consensus of the population is against our type of relationship." He says this calmly, but I can hear the underlying currents of fear in his voice. He has always tried not to draw too much attention to himself and I can't say that I blame him. If I were a werewolf I'd probably try to keep a low profile too.
"No one if you don't want to," I say, "although I would like to tell James and Peter. They're out best friends and I hate keeping secrets from them."
He nods and says, "Alright, but can we wait a little bit. I'm still trying to get used to the idea myself." "Of course," I murmur. We settle back into the comfortable silence, just enjoying each others closeness and warmth.
A few moments later his voice again breaks the silence. In a voice barely over a whisper he asks, "Sirius are you… are you a virgin?" The question throws me for a moment until I realize why he asked it. He's scared. Does he think that he'll be bad compared to the "others" or is there something else? I vaguely recall reading something about werewolves mating for life and I realize for a second time the meaning of his question.
I turn him around so that I can look him straight in the eye. "Yes," I answer in a tone that matches his. "And remember, I will never make you do anything that you don't want to do." I can see the tears starting again as he kisses me hard on the mouth.
We're just starting to get into it when we hear the portrait swing open and James and Peters voices floating through it. We spring apart like the other is on fire. Remus flings himself into the nearest chair and picks up a book lying on a near by table. I can see his red forehead behind the book. I stay on the couch, lying down and staring at the ceiling, trying to look and act natural.
"Hey guys," greets Peter, "good evening? Ours was horrible, the professor made us clean bedpans in the infirmary without magic!"
"Sounds positively horrid Wormtail," says Remus calmly though he doesn't come out from behind his book. "Ours was average."
"Remus," says James, "why are you reading that book upside-down?"
"Oh," starts Remus with a bit a nervousness lacing through his voice, "well you see Prongs, I was umm practicing reading upside-down. You never know when a skill like that will come in handy." I have to try very hard not to laugh at this pathetic yet very Moony excuse. Oh James if only you knew.
James gives Remus a questioning look but pursues the subject no further. "Well we better get to bed," says James, "We have a big day of pranking ahead of us." Sometimes I think that that's all he thinks about. Of course that is excluding Miss. Lily Evans his new girlfriend. James has been trying to get her to go out with him for what seems like forever and finally, about a month ago, she finally conceded.
"Yeah we better," says Remus in his soft lilting voice, "I'm a bit tired." And so we all tramp up the stairs, James and Peter in front and Remus and I in back. While James and Peter are turned away from us I blow him a quick kiss and he blows one back. I don't think that I've ever been this happy in my life.
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