A/N: I can't believe this! I try and write a one shot and my boyfriend goes "nooo…I want a James chapter". I told him to write it himself and he did! So, now I'm writing a Sirius chapter because when I said I wanted to know what Sirius was thinking I got the same response. Damn!

Now, just to piss him off, I'm going to write a bit of Sirius and Remus interaction that isn't Sirius/Remus AND I will use my picture of Remus instead of his. NAHAHAHAHAHA!

And Remmie…I know I promised you could write this, but I discovered I really can't write Sirius on my own. Gomenasai.

"Damn him!" Sirius burst into the room with a bang as the door bounced off the wall. Remus, who had been curled up on his bed reading, jumped. Shutting the book he stood up.

"What's wrong?" The brown haired boy asked, his brown eyes filled with concern.

Sirius only paused a moment to look at him before he started pacing, his hand running through his hair in an agitated manner. "James is being a complete git!"

"Which is different from normal…how?" Remus asked with a smile, reaching up to brush as wisp of brown hair out of eyes. Sirius scowled.

"Yeah, but this time it's different. He's in love, Remus!"

Remus blinked a couple of times. "Uh…Padfoot. We knew that already. Prongs has been in love for…well forever."

"Yeah he has," Sirius said darkly, "but not with who we think."

The seventeen-year-old werewolf raised a graceful eyebrow as the wisp of hair feel back into its original position. "Explain."

Sirius sighed, turning to look at Remus fully for the first time. "What would do if I told you that James was gay?"

"Laugh and call you crazy…up until you asked me that." Remus sat down on the end of his bed, pulling his knees up so he was resting his chin against them. "Padfoot, what happened?"

"He just…I mean…he kissed Evans last night."

"Which makes him gay?"

"Yes. No! I mean…"

"Padfoot, you're not making any sense."

"I know that," Sirius snapped, and Remus glared at him. "Sorry, Remus, I just…he didn't like it. I was so sure he would and…"

"Wait a minute. You were so sure he would like it? Wasn't James?"

"Well, I don't know. I just…I knew who he liked. I didn't want to believe it though, so I thought if I got him with Evans he'd just forget about it. I mean, what's not to like about Evans? He was so into it that I thought it had worked. Made myself believe it worked."

Remus shook his head, resisting the urge to simply let his mouth hang open. "Sirius, don't tell me you're homophobic."

"I'm not," Sirius said simply, sticking his hands in his pockets, "and if it were anyone else I'd be fine with it. Well…not anyone. Not if it were Severus but…Merlin Remus it's Regulus. I mean, what the hell!"

Remus blinked his chestnut eyes several times trying to process this new information. "Regulus? As in your brother Regulus?"

"Do you know any other Regulus's? Not exactly a common name is it?"

Remus bit back a smart retort, and instead lapsed into a somewhat brooding silence. He honestly had no opinion on Regulus. He knew that Sirius hated him- knew why as well since it had been shouted in a conversation similar to this one- but he'd only met the boy a couple of times. His being in Slytherin kept them fairly well separated.

Sirius sank onto the bed next to his friend, burying his head in his hands. "I don't get it. I want James to be happy, I really do, but…he knows Regulus almost as well as I do. How can you love that?"

Again, Remus had to stop himself from uttering his first response and reminding Sirius that the person they were talking about was in fact his brother. Instead, he lowered his knees so his feet were touching the floor. "I don't know, Padfoot. Why don't you ask him?"

"I did. You know the answer I got? 'I know him, but I knew him before too. I know what he's really like, and so do you if you chose to remember.' Of course I remember! Regulus always used to follow me around, and he's whine to Mother when I wouldn't let him play with us…"

"Which is typical little brother behavior," Remus responded before he could stop himself. Sirius shot him a dark look as he got to his feet.

"It's not like there is anything to love about Regulus. I mean…okay he wasn't a bad kid once upon a time. Whiney, but he always cried harder than I did when I got in trouble. Little git. He was always a bit of a wimp. Now he's…well you've seen what he does to me!"

If Remus were to be completely honest, the answer to the not-a-question would be no he hadn't seen what Regulus had done. The worst he'd ever seen Regulus do was laugh when Sirius had ended up sliding along the Gryffindor table at dinner one day. Remus had laughed too, so he didn't see at as really a bad thing. In fact, Regulus spent most of the time avoiding Sirius and the rest of them.

Padfoot, however, it appeared wasn't in the mood for the truth. Instead, Remus muttered vaguely, "yeah…real terrible…"

Sirius didn't seem to hear him as he resumed his pacing. "I mean, yeah okay so I left him behind. He wouldn't have come with me though. Right? Of course not. He'd abandoned me emotionally years ago! He left me first!"

"Padfoot…"

"And James knows that! He knows first hand what a hell my life was! He knows how much my darling baby brother had a hand in that! Still he loves him. Still he pines after him, knowing that there's now way in hell Regulus could love him back. Regulus isn't capable of loving someone!"

Sighing, Remus put his head in his hands and gently massaged his temples. He knew from personal experience that there was absolutely no reasoning with Sirius when he was in this kind of mood. Still, he had to at least give it a shot for James's sake. "Maybe he can see something in Regulus that you can't because he's further from the situation then you are?"

"James is like my brother! He's not any farther than I am."

"Like your brother, Padfoot, where Regulus actually is. There's a difference."

"There shouldn't be!" Sirius stood looking at Remus for several minutes, panting heavily. Remus looked back at him evenly for several moments, and then patted the bed beside him. Grudgingly, Sirius walked over and sat down.

"I know you feel like James has betrayed you," he started, and held up a hand to stop the protest he knew was coming, "and I know you feel like James is choosing Regulus over you. But Padfoot, trust me, if James could chose another way I'm sure he would. It would be much easier if he were straight, wouldn't it? I mean, Evans likes him now. He could have everything if he could choose another way, but he can't. Besides that, no matter what you believe everything is not a competition between you and Regulus. Just because you feel your parents couldn't love you and Regulus doesn't mean that someone can't."

An awkward silence settled between them, broken only by the muffled thump of Sirius's heel against the underside of his bed. Finally, Sirius stopped looking at the ground and turned his head almost fully away.

"I just don't want to see Prongs hurt by the little bastard."

Remus smiled sadly. "Neither do I, but you never know. Maybe things will work out for the better."

Sirius laughed bitterly, "trust me, Moony. Whenever Regulus is concerned, things never work out for the better."

"You can't say that," Remus said simply. "You can't say that until it's all over. You don't really know how it's all going to play out. This have changed, certainly, but you can't know whether it's for the better or for the worse. You're not god, Sirius."

The black haired teen turned and grinned at Remus now, his grey eyes sparkling as he jumped onto Remus's bed. "Yes, I am! I am Sirius, God of Sex!"

"Padfoot! How many times have I told you not to get on the furniture with your shoes on! Bad dog!"