A/N: I'm really sorry that this took so long. My hard drive crashed and I was computer less for about a week. So I would like to dedicate this chapter to the people at the computer store who were able to save all of my memory! ::claps:: And to my wonderful reviewers. I love you all! Also a note on this story: I finally know where it's going and it's going to be quite long. Otherwise I would have tortured them for much longer. I'm going to shut up now, enjoy!
All warnings and… oh forget it. I think that everyone gets it by now.
Remus' POV
His warm, moist mouth is on mine. His hands are threaded through my hair. I think that I'm in heaven.
It's been a week since Sirius and I got together and I'm still in shock. He likes me, no, he loves me! It's a wonderful feeling to be loved. I haven't really had much love in my life. My mother loves me, but I don't think that my father does. My friends love me and I think that Madam Pomfrey might even love me, but that is a different kind of love. This love that I have for Sirius and that I believe he has for me is different from any kind of love that I have ever known and I don't ever want to loose it.
"I love you Moony," he murmurs to me in between kisses. I reply with a similar answer right before his mouth once again captures mine. We have been sneaking off for moments like this ever since that wonderful night a week ago. Right now we are in an empty classroom somewhere on the fourth floor. We told James and Peter something about studying for a Muggle Studies test; thankfully they bought it. I know that we won't be able to keep this secret for much longer, but for now I'll enjoy this wonderful mix of both worlds: Sirius' love and the others friendship. I hope that I can keep this forever, but I'm not going to get my hopes up too high.
'Click.' The door clicks shut and Sirius and I jump apart. "What was that?" I ask.
Sirius strides over to the door and looks out. "There's no one here," he says as he strides back towards me, "must have been the wind." We have one final snog before he says, "we should get back." I nod my agreement and we exit the room.
We find James and Peter in the Great Hall and head off to our afternoon classes. Herbology is rather boring. We are in one of the rather tamer greenhouses today repotting some plants that will be used for a potions assignment later in the year. It's not even a lesson really, but compared to some of the stuff that we've done in this class I'll take the quiet day.
James, Peter, and Sirius are talking about Quidditch but I'm not really listening. I've never really been interested in the subject. I enjoy watching it, but I don't really care to discuss it at great length.
Thankfully the class ends soon and we were all off to Defense Against the Dark Arts. This, along with Charms, is my favorite class. We settle into our seats, but are quickly out of them again when the Professor announces a practical lesson. After a long class of blocking and shooting hexes we are set free to go to dinner.
We are walking towards the Great Hall when Sirius whispers in my ear, "Skip dinner with me love. I need to talk to you." I nod my consent and we make our excuses to James and Peter. James gives us a questioning look before he is dragged off to dinner by a hungry Peter. We head for the dorm.
As soon as the door is closed Sirius attacks my mouth with his own. "I thought you wanted to talk," I manage to gasp in between kisses. His only response is a grunt which could mean either a yes or a no. My legs hit the edge of a bed and we topple onto it.
"I have to butter you up first don't I?" he asks, finally releasing my mouth. Then, "I want to tell them Remus. Besides you they're my best friends and I hate keeping secrets from them." He looks at me with his deep blue eyes in puppy dog mode and I find myself consenting. Damn his eyes, I can never resist them. He smiles at me and then buries his head in my neck.
Some time later he is still buried in my neck which is starting to get a bit sore. "Sirius, love, what are you doing?" I ask him as I thread my fingers through his hair.
"I'm kissing your most beautiful neck," he says, "but it's nothing compared to your lips." With that statement he kisses me again. I hear the sounds of foot steps seconds before Sirius does also. He quickly rolls off of me and we quickly gather homework. By the time James and Peter enter the room we are seated and working. I silently thank whoever gave James the ability to walk up stairs like an elephant.
"Good dinner?" Sirius asks nonchalantly.
"Oh yes," says Peter enthusiastically. He then launches off into an explanation of everything that was served for dinner. My stomach is starting to rumble a bit uncomfortably when James interrupts him.
"Hey Remus; who's the girl mate?"
"Girl?" I answer. What is he talking about?
"Yeah, the girl that's been sucking on your neck," he answers while gesturing at the body part. I run to the mirror and sure enough there's a hickey there. As soon as were alone I'm going to kill Sirius, but at the moment I have a bigger task to face.
"Well…um…you see," I stutter. This is going to be harder than I thought. Thankfully Sirius intervenes.
"I gave it to him," he says this casually but I can hear the underlying fear in his voice.
"You found a spell that gives hickeys?'" asks Peter in a bewildered voice. I sigh with annoyance; sometimes he can be a bit slow.
"N...no I gave it to him with my mouth," Sirius answers, "we want to tell you something. Um, you see, Remus and I are gay and we're a…a couple." He says this very fast and then quickly looks down. Seconds later Peter is on the ground in a dead faint.
I stare horrified at Peter for a few seconds before turning towards James. I am expecting the worst, but am greatly surprised to see that he is smiling broadly. "I thought that something was up with you two; although I definitely didn't expect this."
"So, are you okay with it?" I ask hesitantly.
"Oh course," he answers. He sees our looks of shock and explains, "I have an uncle who's gay. I was never taught that it's a bad thing, actually I was very surprised to find out that people didn't accept it." He sees our half smiles and says quickly, "that was when I was five of course."
On an impulse I hug him and Sirius follows suit. I then remember Peter. He's starting to come out of it now and is looking at us warily. "Are you okay with it Pete," I ask him nervously.
Instead of answering me he says, "How long has this been going on?"
"A week," answers Sirius, "but I've had a crush on Moony here for about three years now." I respond with a similar answer also.
"Oh," he says, then, "I guess I'm okay with it. I mean you've been like this for a while and you're still the same Moony and Padfoot so, yes, I'm okay with it." He gives a faint half smile and I feel my heart ready to burst. What did I do to deserve such wonderful friends? I move to hug him but stop and shake his hand instead; it's a bit formal but he doesn't seem entirely comfortable with the situation even if he does accept it.
'Well I'm glad that the hickey worked," remarks Sirius half to himself.
"What!" I say.
"Well I needed someway to open the conversation," replies Sirius while winking at me.
"Well now that they know my dear Padfoot, what am I going to do about this?" I point to my neck. "People are going to ask questions that I don't really want to answer… ever!"
"I suggest you wear a turtleneck love," he says with a laugh.
Sirius' POV
It's like a huge burden lifted off my shoulders now that they know. It's not like I want anyone else to know, at least for a while, but keeping this from James and Peter, especially James was really hard for me to do.
Personally I think that the hickey idea was a pure stroke of genius; Remus on the other hand didn't. I diverted the topic of conversation as quickly as possible by suggesting a kitchen raid. Remus and I had missed dinner and it seemed like a good way not to get myself killed.
To my surprise everyone wanted to go, so we all piled under the cloak; that is after Remus made a big show of putting on a scarf so that none of his inflamed neck was showing. Peter transformed and was settled on James' shoulder, and then the rest of us got under. It's tight and we have to walk slowly, but we manage. It helps if I hold Remus close to me to create room; at least that's the excuse that I make. James rolls his eyes and we set off.
The journey to and from the kitchens are uneventful. We get enough food from the house elves to feed a small army and head back. Back in the dorms we all settle down to do homework and to eat. I love the way that Remus looks in the candle light; angelic and beautiful. I watch as he frowns in concentration, then takes the quill from his mouth and writes something down. As if he senses my stare he looks up, smiles, then gets back to work. This reminds me of the rather nasty History of Magic essay in front of me that needs to be done.
Two hours of homework and a prank planning session later we're ready to go to bed. I'm exhausted from the day's events and change quickly for bed; this means pulling on some pajama pants. I rarely sleep with a shirt because I like the feel of the sheets on my skin. Tonight, however, I'm looking for a different feel.
Remus comes out of the bathroom in a tee-shirt and pajama pants. When I think about it I don't think that I've ever seen him shirtless. "Where do you think you're going?" I ask him as seductively as I can while sliding my arms around his waist from the back.
"Well I was going to bed," he answers as he twists his head around to look at me.
"But my bed is so much more comfortable," I whisper in his ear.
"Is that an invitation?" he murmurs back. I nod and he smiles. "I think that that's an invitation that I can accept."
"There's just one rule Moony," I say, "lose the shirt." He stiffens slightly in my arms.
"I… that is…do you really want me to…" he stutters.
I give him puppy dog eyes and say, "well that is why I asked."
He sighs and says, "Well I did warn you." With this he pulls off his shirt. The sight that greets me is not a pleasant one. His flesh is marred by scars, old and new, a patchwork of self inflicted pain.
"Oh Remus," I breath. I kiss his temple then drop lower to his shoulder. "What if I ::kiss:: kiss them ::kiss:: all better ::kiss::?" I ask. He giggles softly and nods. I work my way across his shoulders and have just started to work my way downward when James steps out of the bathroom.
"Now just because we're okay…" he stops abruptly when he sees Remus. "Oh Remus what happened?"
"Presents from the wolf," he says with a trace of bitterness. Subconsciously I tighten my arms around him and he leans into the embrace. James looks slightly horrified and he moves away to his bed with a quiet goodnight.
I pull Remus over to my bed and we settle into it; his bare back nestled into my chest. How can something that feels so safe and good be considered bad? "'Night Sirius," he whispers as I pull the curtains.
"'Night Remus," I murmur back, "I love you."
And for the first time in as far back as I can remember we both slept peacefully through the entire night.
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