A/N: I'm back! Not many reviewers for chapter 2 (ahem), but here goes the next chapter in hopes that all you lovely people who have bookmarked this fic (and I know you're out there) will return... Enjoy!

WARNING: Slash. Duh. Enough said.

Disclaimer: The Marauders do not belong to me. If you think that they do, I know a good psychiatrist for you.

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Sirius found Remus, quite predictably, in their dormitory, although he'd locked the curtains around his bed so that Sirius couldn't get in.

"Moony?" Sirius called softly, tugging on the curtains. "Come on, please, let me in, we can talk, you can yell at me, whatever, I know I deserve it…" There was no response. "Moony, Remus, please, I know you're in there. Just five minutes, then I'll leave you alone, okay?"

The curtains opened, grudgingly, just enough so that Sirius could crawl through before they snapped shut again. Remus sat on his bed, pillow hugged to his chest. Giving Sirius a death-glare that would have been a lot more menacing if his eyes hadn't been red and puffy.

"Thanks, Moony," Sirius said brightly, to no effect. "Right, okay. Listen, I know you're upset – rightfully so, I might add – but please believe me when I say that James initiated it. I know that's no excuse, and it doesn't help really because I did go along with it. But… you're the one I want, Moony. It's you I'd rather be with, if you'll let me."

Remus finally spoke, his voice bitter and cold. "How do I know you won't let James drag you into a broom closet and ravage you next time, or the time after that? You were obviously enjoying yourself, I don't know why I didn't see it earlier. I don't fit into the plan anywhere, do I? James Potter and Sirius Black: best friends, partners in crime, lovers –"

"Moony!" Sirius gasped.

"Sirius, you have to just understand – there are people who leave and people who get left. I should think you'd know which category I fall into. I knew last night was too good to be true… will you go and leave me alone already?"

Sirius sighed. "Fine, but I will be back. I'm not leaving you, Moony."

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That evening, after some long and tense hours of doing homework in the Common Room, James yawned and headed for the dormitory. Several minutes later, Remus wordlessly followed him. He found Remus about to slip under the covers with Quidditch Through the Ages in hand.

"Prongs," Remus said amiably, grinning a bit maniacally as James regarded him uncertainly. It seemed that, in the rare event that Remus got really angry, his pent-up emotions seized the opportunity to make a splendid show.

"Moony…"

"I just thought I'd tell you, Prongs," Remus went on, smiling even wider, "what I think of you right now. This –" He lunged forward and caught James' face between his hands, leaned in and sealed their mouths together. Remus' kiss was ferocious, wolf-like; instead of prodding James' mouth with his tongue, Remus bit the other boy's lip until he tasted blood "– is what I think of you, James Potter," Remus finished, upon drawing back. Without another word, Remus walked to his bed and yanked the hanging shut behind him, leaving in his wake a shocked James wiping blood from his mouth.

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The next morning, James overslept. When he work up, fifteen minutes before the first class of the day, the dorm was empty except for Sirius, who was sitting on James' bed like he'd been waiting (which he had, in fact, been doing).

"Glad you're awake," Sirius remarked casually. "I was getting worried I'd have to wake you myself, and that never works out very well, does it?" The last time he'd woken James, James had hexed Sirius into the bathroom before he woke up enough to realize what he was doing.

"Why're you here?" James asked, a bit grumpily. "Why aren't you at breakfast?"

"I wanted to talk to you," Sirius replied, grinning.

"Oh?" James looked a bit nervous. "Look, about yesterday – I really shouldn't have –"

"Yes, you should have," Sirius interrupted. "I thought about it last night. A lot. Yesterday – I liked yesterday, Prongs."

"You – what?"

Sirius didn't explain further, but pushed James back onto the bed and proceeded to kiss him everywhere that his mouth could reach.

"Padfoot! What – what about – Moony?" James gasped as Sirius' hand slipped below the elastic band of his boxers.

"Shh," Sirius admonished. "Moony doesn't want me anymore."

"What!" James sat up very suddenly. "Sirius Black, you know perfectly well that that is total and complete bullshit. I –" James broke off and moaned as Sirius pressed against him. "Oh my… god. Sirius!"

Sirius grinned quite naughtily and removed his hand. "Sorry, mate, what were you saying?"

James glared at him. "You can't do that to me!"

"Sure I can. And I can do a lot more, besides. Just watch."

Closing his eyes, James gave up and surrendered to Sirius' caresses. After all, wasn't this what he'd wanted all along?

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