Wow, these guys live tangled love lives. Thanks again for all the lovely reviews, and enjoy! This one is painfully short, so I promise the next one will be the longest one yet!
"So… now Peter fancies James?" Sirius and Remus were walking out of transfiguration, and Sirius was still confused.
"Kind of makes sense, doesn't it? He's always stared at our Prongs like he was the Sun God." Remus was frowning thoughtfully.
"Is it just me, or is half of this school gay? Next thing you know, Evans will be after Bertha Jorkins."
Remus grinned. "Maybe it's catching from us."
Sirius burst out laughing. "That's got to be it! We're just too bloody hot, mate."
"Speaking of which…" Remus leaned up and licked Sirius's earlobe. "Weren't we going to find an empty classroom?" The two of them and James had a free period – Peter had to go to charms tutoring. "Prongs left in an awful hurry, I don't think he'll miss us…"
Sirius gave a pleasant shudder and eyed Remus. "What is up with you, Moony? I've never seen you this anxious for anything before." His face split into a wide grin, eyes sparkling with lust. "You're a dirty wolf."
Remus smiled shyly for a moment, and then gave him a very businesslike look. "A touch of self-confidence can do a world of good, Padfoot. Now… I thought we'd try the right-hand corridor on the third floor, it's almost like a storage area."
With that he took Sirius's hand and they began their walk. Only Nearly Headless Nick passed them, waving jauntily at them with his usual old-fashioned flamboyance. Upon reaching their destination, they began the tried-and-true method of peeking into every door that was ajar. It was assumed that any door that was closed was occupied, either by a teacher or another pair of students.
"Holy--" Decorum insists that the narrator cuts Sirius off there, in case virgin ears should be offended. "Holy… I… they're… what…"
Remus glanced at him inquisitively and went over to look in the door that Sirius couldn't take his eyes away from. What he saw left him as dumbfounded as Sirius. James was standing over a seated Snape, and their mouths were connected.
Sirius stormed off angrily, cursing all the way to the Gryffindor common room.
"Padfoot! Wait up!" Remus hurried after him, worried about what Sirius might destroy in anger. He stopped at the fat lady's portrait and panted as he said "duct tape." She seemed to be going through a muggle adhesive phase; last month the password had been 'tacky glue.'
Sirius was throwing rolls of parchment into the fire angrily when Remus walked in. He sighed, rather used to Sirius's temper tantrums by now. "Oh, Padfoot…" He used his most disappointed voice. "That was my transfiguration essay."
This had done the trick, for suddenly Sirius stopped and looked ashamed of himself. "I'm sorry, Moony…"
"It's ok, I remember most of it." Remus collapsed into a squashy loveseat and patted the empty side next to him. "Come and sit down, Padfoot, going and having a fit won't help anything."
"Alright…" Sirius sat in the loveseat, but Remus noticed that his fists were still clenched. "After what that greasy bastard did to you…"
Remus interjected quietly, "There's no way Prongs could have known about that."
"Alright, but… he was kissing him! It would have been ok if the slimy git was on top, would have made more sense… but that was Prongs's fault. What was he… how… ugh!" He picked up someone's forgotten remembrall and threw it angrily at the wall. "I don't understand. He hates Snape. I hate Snape. You… you don't even hate the werewolf who bit you, so I guess you don't necessarily hate Snape, but…" Sirius sighed and fell silent, still frowning as he failed to comprehend the situation.
It was all Remus could do to snuggle close to Sirius and rest his head on his chest, closing his eyes and thinking as he listened to Sirius's heartbeat.
(Cue theme from Psycho) Ah ha ha, my pretties. Cliffhanger for you!