First off, I wanted to thank my reviewers. To be honest, I thought this fic was crap. Thank you all for the reviews—I feel loved! Secondly, I wanted to apologize for not updating in awhile. Been busy—you now how it is. And it wasn't the fun kind either… Anyway, I hope an extra long chapter makes up for some of it…

And finally… Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

"Oh Sirius… you were an animal! I mean the sex was always good but tonight—it was on a whole other level. You were so passionate and… four times. I don't know what I did to deserve such treatment, but rest assured, I'll do it again—whatever you want!" pledged Liz as she nibbled Sirius' ear. After their rendezvous in the unoccupied Astronomy Tower, they somehow managed to find themselves back in the Gryffindor Common Room without being caught by the caretaker, Filch. It was after all three in the morning.

"Ahh well… you know I'm not opposed to goin' at it again," replied Sirius huskily.

"Oh I wish we could but you know that I have that group thing to do for Divinations tomorrow. They're already going to be furious with me for not finishing my part—I don't need them on my case for falling asleep during our meeting."

"So I guess you're not going to Hogsmeade…"

"I believe that you already know the answer to that."

"Yeah… alright… See you later," said Sirius as he kissed her goodnight.

When Sirius got to his room, he readied himself for bed. Though he intended to go to his bed, he found himself being gravitated towards Remus' instead. Not really aware of what he was doing or why, Sirius grasped the burgundy drapes and slowly opened them. Inside slept the werewolf. Unconsciously, Sirius reached forward and lightly swept away the stray tresses that graced his friend's forehead. He then let his hand caress Remus' check and shock traveled up and down his spine as he felt Remus give into his touch.

'What the hell is going on…' wondered Sirius as he drew away from Remus.

xXx

"Wake up sleepy head!" That's all Sirius heard right before a blast of ice cold water woke him up from his slumber.

"ARGH! What the fuck? That water was bloody fuckin' cold you ARSE!"

"Well at least that deforested your morning wood!" laughed James.

After muttering something involving James' arse and a serpent, Sirius fumbled around for his wand and whispered a Drying Charm.

"Why the hell did you wake me up so early? It's a fuckin' Saturday, you git!" said Sirius as he slumped back into bed, pulling his feathered pillow over his face.

"It's a quarter to one! You're the one who told me to wake you up by 11:30, you arse! I thought you wanted to go to Hogsmeade with the girls, Wormtail, and me."

A mumble which sound like "yeah" emerged from Sirius' bed. "Wait!" said Sirius as he yanked the pillow off his face and sat up. "What about Moony? He's not coming?"

"Err… I don't think so. He said something about a one meter roll of parchment due for Ancient Runes but to tell you the truth—I think it has something to do with Heather. You see Padfoot… after you left last night; I told him that Heather was looking for him and when he came back, he was kind of spaced out. I asked him about today but then he gave me that excuse about that essay." James kept his voice low just in case Remus was awake and listening from his bed.

"No no… Moony was telling the truth, we do have a roll of parchment due next class. I completely forgot about it—guess I'll have a look at his essay later," lied Sirius. He knew that there was no essay; if there was he would have thrown a right fit. A whole meter—and on a Hogsmeade weekend too. He was just glad that it was a lie; though he didn't quite understand why he went along with it.

"Oh… well then—it sucks to be you two."

"Thanks Prongs. Your warmth and sympathy is overwhelming," said Sirius dryly.

"Yes, I know—it's two of the reasons why Lily loves me," said James rather smugly.

"If that so," snorted Sirius, "I think that girl needs to get her head checked."

James gave him a sharp look. "Don't—"

"Hey guys—are you ready yet?" called Peter from outside their room. While opening the large wooden door, he spoke again. "The girls and I are waiting for you. Oh and Sirius, where's Liz? Isn't she coming?" asked Peter as he entered the dorm room.

"Nah… she's got some group project or something to do for Divinations. She can't make it."

"So glad I dropped that class; 's was a bloody waste of my time."

"All of ours Pete… all of ours," agreed James.

"Anyway, so are we going or not?" said Peter as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Wormtail, we have to wait—"

"No, that's all right Prongs. You guys go and I'll catch up later."

"You sure Padfoot?"

"Yeah James… I've got to take a shower and find something suitable to wear," assured Sirius as he waved his hand in the general direction of his bureau.

"Oh… so we'll see around 5:30, 6 o'clock than. Just in time for a spot of tea and a butterbeer at—"

"Shut up you berk. I do not take that long."

James smirked. "Just about…"

"Anyway, so are you guys leaving or are you going to stay for the show?" Sirius remarked as he took a few steps back. He then started swaying his hips as he slowly started to unbutton his pajama shirt, all the while never taking his eyes off his two friends.

James cringed. "Oi! Cut it out Padfoot! After you didn't come back until early in the morning, I thought for sure that you'd be out of commission for at least a day."

"Yeah… stop it Sirius—you're hornier than a friggin' rabbit!"

"Peter here's a tip, if you want to use the f-word—go for it!" cried Sirius as he stopped his sensual dancing.

"Come on Wormtail, let's go. I feel sorry for Moony, we're leaving him here with a bitch in heat," said James as they left the room.

'I like the sound of that,' thought Sirius as he turned to look at the occupied bed. 'Damn… I am horny enough to screw anything. Peter was right.'

Deciding he better get moving, Sirius headed towards the door that led to the boys' own private wash room. Since his libido was still in overdrive, Sirius came to the conclusion that he was in need of a cold shower. Half way done with his shower, he thought he heard some movement but decided to ignore it.

When he turned off the shower, Sirius could still hear water running. Stepping out of the shower cubical, he called out, "Hey Moony! 'S that you?"

"Yes, good afternoon Sirius," came a dull voice.

"My—aren't we cheery this fine Saturday."

"I'm just a little fatigued…"

"Sure you are…," mutter Sirius as he dried himself off and began to dress. Once he had his 'Dark Antique Wash' blue¹ denims on and white button-down shirt half done up, he noticed that he was in need of a shave. Not that a five o'clock shadow didn't look sexy—it was quite another story when it became border-line beard.

Subsequently to brushing his teeth, Sirius opened the mirror above the sink to retrieve his razor and shaving cream. When he closed it, Sirius noticed that the mirror was all blurry and he could barely make out his reflection. "Hey Moony!" he whined. "The mirror's all fogged up!"

"Yes Padfoot—that's called condensation. You see, when water becomes water vap—"

"I know what it is! I don't need a bloody science lesson. That was just my way of telling you to hold off on the hot water."

"It's cold Sirius! I don't want to catch pneumonia." Unbeknown to Remus, all the while he was talking, Sirius was making faces at him.

"You won't catch pneumonia, you wuss."

"Oh just give me a few moments," huffed Remus.

Upon hearing that, Sirius smirked. 'I always get my way.' Applying the shaving cream, he waited for his friend to finish up. Once he heard the running water stop, Sirius grabbed the navy blue hand towel that was hanging on the towel rack and proceeded to wipe the mirror clean. After that, he picked up the razor and started well—shaving.

Practically done, Sirius had to do the other side of his face and found that he would need to angle the mirror better in order to see. As soon as he did so, his jaw dropped. In the mirror's reflection was Remus drying himself. His hair was damp and fell straighter then when it was dry. Little droplets of water were running down the werewolf's chest and stomach; giving Sirius the urge to lick them away. Oh… and not to mention, Remus was totally starkers.

It wasn't as if this was anything new to Sirius. He had seen all the Marauders naked before but, needless to say, the sight of Remus—right now—was taking a toll on our favorite (future) Azkaban escapee.²

Trying to rid himself of promiscuous thoughts, Sirius decided to do something that would relieve him of his discomfort…

"Heather must be one chuffed bird in the sack, Moony!"

Embarrass Remus…

"Huh? What do you mean Padf—" said Remus as he raised his head to look at his friend, whom had smirk painted on his face. When Remus put two and two together… "Sirius! You pervert!" yelled Remus as he turned around to find his boxer shorts. Half way putting them on, Sirius spoke again, "Ohh… and a lovely backside too!"

"Quit it! This is not funny!" cried Remus, feeling very exposed.

"Oh I beg to differ…"

"Humph…"

"Oh what's wrong Moony? It's all in good fun."

"…"

"What now? The silent treatment? Two can play at that game," uttered Sirius as he continued to shave. A few minutes later, he was done and thought enough was enough…

"So… a little birdy told me that you were still in the dog house," said Sirius as he wiped his face clean with a towel, facing the mirror.

"Well I hate to disappoint you but it seems that your little informant was wrong," replied Remus as he zipped his twill khaki trousers.

"If that's true, then why are you all wound up for?" retorted the Animagus, still not turning around.

Grabbing his burgundy jumper and putting it on, Remus answered, "I told you already—I'm tried."

Sirius then faced his friend, "Bollocks! I know what this is all about!"

"Oh… and pray tell—what might that be?"

"Yesterday!"

Remus gave Sirius a puzzled look. "I thought that we worked things out; that we were on speaking terms again, Padfoot."

"That's not what I mean…"

"Oh…?" questioned Remus as he quirked his eyebrow.

"I mean, when you were all… you know!" said Sirius expectantly.

"No, I don't."

Sirius threw the towel he was using in the sink and stalked over to his friend. "Are you going to make me say it?" shock written all over his face.

"Say what?"

"ARGH! When you were all over me! Happy? I said it!" A little bit of pink tinted Sirius' cheeks—and that was saying something—for a Black never blushed.

"Oh get over yourself. I told you not to taunt me," said Remus as he rolled his eyes. Sirius was just being ridiculous…

"I did that so we could fight out our problems like we always do! Not for whatever you had in mind."

"What? As I recall, it was you who wrapped your legs around me!"

"And I bet that you liked it too…"

"Fuck you BLACK!"

"You wish…"

Next thing Remus knew, he was pressed up against the gray tiled wall with one Sirius Black attached to his lips. And what was even more surprising was that he was kissing back with equal, if not more force. 'Oh my…'

Remus had no idea when his eyes had fallen shut or when his hands found their way into Sirius' still damp hair; nor did he mind at this point. The feeling of Sirius leaning into him was more then enough to make Remus believe the world could crash into the sun and he couldn't care less. However, when Sirius' tongue began trying to pry open his mouth—things just got even better.

As slick tongues dueled as if they would never get the chance to again, hands were mapping the foreign terrain. One of Remus' hands slipped out from Sirius' hair and traveled down his shoulder blades and back in a caressing fashion. Sirius, on the other hand, was holding on to Remus as if he was afraid the werewolf was going to disappear. The embrace was rough, as was the snogging, but neither boy cared. They couldn't seem to get close enough.

When Sirius broke the kiss for a much needed breath of air, he looked into Remus' unfocused eyes. When he found no sign of objection, he continued his assault on his friend. After placing very passionate kiss on the werewolf's lips, Sirius worked his way down to Remus' supple neck.

Remus' mind was reeling. How things could get any better, he did not know. All he knew was that because of Sirius, he could barely think straight—let alone remember how to breathe properly. Remus' breaths were hard and labored as Sirius nipped and suckled at his neck.

The fair haired boy was beginning feel weak in the knees; he began to shake slightly as his knees began to buck. Clearly, there was only one thing he could do about that…

"B-bed… now!" moaned Remus. Feeling Sirius' chuckle on his neck, Remus froze.

Nuzzling the other boy's neck, Sirius muttered, "Exactly what I was thinking, Moony…" Pulling the werewolf off the wall, his lips still attached to the other's neck, Sirius then guided him to the nearest bed. When they reached one, Sirius roughly pushed Remus on to it, causing the drapes to tear for they were drawn. Not giving the drapes any consideration, Sirius climbed on top of Remus and continued their brutal make-out session.

"Wait," gasped Remus.

"Huh? Wh-what's wrong?" asked a dazed Sirius.

Remus then flipped them over so that he was straddling the dark haired boy. Whipping out his wand from his trouser pocket, Remus rapidly muttered a Locking and a Silencing Charm.

"Looks like someone thinks he's goin' to get lucky," remarked Sirius as he gripped onto the werewolf's sweater, pulling him down so that their faces were mere inches apart.

"Shut up Sirius," uttered Remus as he captured his friend in a steamy kiss, throwing his wand over his shoulder.

When Sirius began tenderly sucking on Remus' tongue, he elicited soft moans from the werewolf. His lips curving into a smile, Sirius started to suck harder. Remus' moans began to grow more loudly as he pressed himself fully onto Sirius ardently.

Breaking the kiss for air, Sirius' hands made their way to the bottom of Remus' jumper and yanked it off. He then latched onto one of Remus' ears with his mouth and began to slide his tongue along outside of it. Remus began to whimper and that's when Sirius went in for the kill.

Once he slid his tongue into the ear, he felt Remus turn into jelly. Sirius then pushed him over and then settled in between Remus' legs, locking their hips together in the process.

"Sir-Sirius," called out Remus, his breath catching in his throat. The combination of Sirius' wet tongue and their closeness was almost too much for him to handle. He was harder than he had ever remembered and the lack of friction was torturing him. Bucking his hips, he prayed that Sirius got the point… sort of speak.

"Oh shit… Moony," moaned Sirius, thrusting his hips back in return.

The movements began a little uneven, but soon they were in-synch. Their hips met thrust for thrust. Alternating from fast to slow, they tried as hard as they could to make the moment last.

"Don't stop," groaned Remus as he grasped Sirius' arse. With Sirius moaning in his ear like he was, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. "So close…"

Not wanting their first time to end this way, Sirius suddenly grabbed Remus' hips and ceased their movements.

"Wha- no… I said don't stop!" growled Remus, obviously frustrated.

"Shh…," whispered Sirius as he kissed Remus' chest and worked his way downward.

"Oh Padfoot…"

Placing gentle kisses on his friend's lower abdomen, Sirius reached for the boy's zipper and traced his index finger lightly over it. When he felt a hand slowly come up and caress his cheek, he knew the answer. Sirius suddenly became nervous. His hands grew shaky as they proceeded to open werewolf's trousers. He then felt a hand rest on his in an encouraging way and his eyes glanced upward. Remus looked back at him with a reassuring smile and Sirius continued to unzip the fly without taking his eyes off him.

"Sirius! Sirius! I know you're in there!"

"Oh fuck…," muttered Sirius, clenching his eyes closed.

"That's Liz," hissed Remus in a horrified voice as he sat up, pushed Sirius' hands away, and zipped his pants up hastily.

"No… no… Moony," protested Sirius. He then pushed Remus back down and crawled on top of him. Pressing his face closer, he placed soft kisses on his friend's lips. "J-just give me five minutes and I'll get rid of her," pleaded Sirius. He could just strangle Liz for this.

Remus' conscience suddenly got the better of him; he began to realize just what they were about to do. "Padfoot this is not rig—"

"Two minutes!"

"Why is this door lock? I know you don't have another girl in there!"

"I'm coming!" yelled Sirius, momentarily forgetting about the Silencing Charm.

"Sirius—"

"Two minutes Rem… I swear I'll get rid of her—please!" begged Sirius as he looked into Remus' eyes.

Sighing, Remus closed his eyes and dropped his head onto the pillow. 'I can't believe this is happening to me.'

"Just two minutes," whispered Sirius as he placed a peck on the werewolf forehead. He then quickly got up, tripped on the duvet and sheets that were somehow scattered on the floor as he retrieved his wand, and ran to the door.

Lifting the Locking and Silencing Charm, he opened the door, and stepped out into the hallway.

"Hey Liz… I though you said that you had that Divinations thing to do?" asked Sirius as he closed the door behind him.

"I did and we finished early. What were you doing in there?" inquired Liz. "I was calling you for like five minutes."

"Oh… I just finished washing up and was getting dressed. I was in the loo, that's why I didn't hear you at first." Sirius silently thanked Merlin that his un-tucked shirt was covering his erection.

"Really…," said Liz skeptically. But she then decided to think better of the situation. "Anyway, I thought that we could go to Hogsmeade since its only 2:30. We could go to Madam Puddifoot's!"

"Err… well—"

Just then the door opened and out stepped Remus, looking prim and proper as ever. There wasn't a trace of evidence that suggested that he had just been fooling around with one of his best friends. Sirius just gaped at him.

"Oh… if you just excuse me I'll be—"

"Where are you going? I thought we were… err… uhh… going to work on that Ancient Runes essay together?" interrupted Sirius, clearly not wanting Remus to go.

"Sorry but I have a prior engagement."

"But I thought… you and I… we…," as he spoke he noticed that Remus began focusing his attention to the carpeted floor, indicating that he was uncomfortable. "Oh fine…," uttered Sirius, trying his hardest to mask the hurt in his voice.

With that said Remus quickly turned around and made his way down the corridor without looking back.

xXx

"Oh—you should have been there Moony! And the best part about it was that we had nothing to do with it!" cried James. He was saying something about Snape, wild chickens, and a broken nose but Remus wasn't really interested. "So Lils couldn't possibly blame me for anything 'cause she was by my side the whole time."

"Yeah… you really missed out!" added Peter.

"Looks like I did," answered Remus unenthusiastically.

However, neither boy seemed to have noticed for they were busy laughing and what appeared to be, trying to reenact the scene. Sirius, on the other hand, seemed to be fairly intrigued with the dying embers in the marble fireplace.

Remus really wished that he could say something to clear the air between them, but this was neither the time nor the place. In the background, Remus barely heard Peter say, "goodnight".

"Oh… and did Padfoot tell you that he got dragged into Madam Puddifoot's! He was practically kicking and screaming the whole way!" laughed James.

Since Remus couldn't seem to tear his eyes from Sirius, he saw as his friend stiffened at James' words. Guilt ran throughout his body, though he wasn't sure why.

"HEY!" yelled Peter from their dorm room. "What the HELL happened to MY BED?"

Couldn't resist tormenting Peter a bit—some retribution was needed after what he's done. The little SOB… Anyway, this is probably the longest chapter I'll ever write… so don't get used to it. Don't forget to read the little footnotes on the bottom, however, retarded they may be.

And to one of my scandalous reviewers: sure you didn't .:wink-wink:. As long as you're a satisfied reviewer, I don't mind. LOL! Sorry! I just love to tease!

1. Love that color on me—so naturally, it would look a hundred times better on Sirius.

2. That is unless you're a big fan of Barty Crouch Jr.