Hope I didn't make you all wait too long for this chapter… I was about 3/5 of the way done when the spring semester started and well—this fic took a back seat. Thank you guys for the lovely reviews; I am very grateful to each and every one of you!

This chapter is named after one of my favorite AC/DC songs; love that Bon Scott! I'm just wild about him—even though he wasn't the most handsome looking man on the planet and is now currently 6 feet under. Yes, I am one sick puppy!

By the way, can anyone tell me what OTP means? I am just terrible with acronyms.

Warning: Unnecessarily long memory told by Remus in this chapter. Sorry in advance if it puts you to sleep!

Also, Goong Hay Fat Choy, Happy Ash Wednesday, Happy Valentine's Day, Happy Lupercalia, Presidents' Day and any other holidays I missed!

Leila: Thank you for pointing out my mistake. Actually, my outline (never thought that I would actually make one in my entire life) for this fic has Amanda in Ravenclaw… so it turns out that I screwed up in the first chapter. But since I first wrote Huffelpuff—in Huffelpuff she shall stay. Sorry for the mix up guys!

Ivy Crane: Sirius looking like Nikki! Ohh God… my heart is palpitating… Such a sexy thing Nikki is! Now, who should Remus look like? I always thought he'd be on the slim side… kinda like Jagger but without the huge mouth. I don't know why… but it's probably because I am partial to thin fit guys. Off topic question: did you see Mötley Crüe when they were on The Tonight Show with Jay Leno on New Year's Eve? They still got it! Though, I have to get used to Vince with dark hair and not being as fit as he was in the '80's… But that voice… ooh I love him so!

Woelfin-akhuna: Deedochan! Is that my pen-name in Japanese? …or another language? Yes, I had a great Christmas and New Year's and I hope you and everyone else did also!

The deep red brocade drapes opened at their own accord for they were charmed to do so when the sunlight reached the Hogwarts' towers. The rays of light slowly made its way into the Gryffindor Common Room; creeping its way along the varnished wooden floor.As time went by, the sunlight reached the center of the room; light bouncing off the numerous bottles of empty butterbeer scattered on the Persian rug. Because of the position of the bottle and the angle of the sunlight, the reflected light came into direct contact with the face of a peacefully sleeping Sirius Black.

Groaning because of the rude awakening, Sirius closed his eyes tighter and turned his face to the other side. Pleased with the fact that the annoying light wasn't shining in his face any longer, Sirius snuggled closer to the warm body underneath him and drifted back to sleep quickly.

Hours passed as the two boys remained undisturbed. Then at precisely noon, the grandfather clock (the large hand pointing at lunchtime) on the other side of the room began to chime quite loudly, stirring the young werewolf from his blissful slumber.

"Argh," moaned Remus as he opened one eye slowly and then the other. As his eyes became adjusted to the brightly lit Common Room, he immediately regretted it for his head began to throb. Clenching his eyes closed and raising his left hand to his forehead, Remus groaned "Ohh my head," quietly to himself.

After the initial hard pounding in his head subsided a bit, Remus began to notice the extra weight on top of him. With squinting eyes, he surveyed the body laying on him. Unable to see anything but a mess of black hair, Remus reached forward and ran his long fingers through it. The hair felt like satin on his fingers concluded Remus. With each stroke of his hand, the sunlight graced various sections of the soft locks—highlighting them with a royal blue tint. Entranced by the colour, Remus didn't even notice how his tentative strokes became definitive caresses… that is until the head of hair began to lean into his touches; paralyzing Remus' hand in mid-stroke.

"Mmm… don't stop," moaned the body cuddling Remus.

Eyes widening at the familiar voice, Remus stuttered, "S-Sirius…?"

"Yeah," answered the boy as he opened his eyes, "what is- Remus?" cried a shocked Sirius. Hesitantly, Sirius turned to face his friend, whose stunned face mirrored his own.

As the two boys stared at each other, their minds were drawing blanks. Neither of them could come up with anything to say—whether it be a witty remark or an answer to why they were stuck in this mortifying situation. Though they desperately wanted out of this embarrassing position they found themselves in, neither of them could move.

Remus was frozen in shock. Nothing was making any sense. The blood was pumping so hard in his ears that he couldn't think straight. He could barely grasp the concept of the situation that he was in. 'What's going…? Why are we…? Why is he…? And what the hell is that poking at my thigh? …Ohh shit!'

As Remus was working himself into a panic attack, it seemed as though Sirius was thinking along the same lines. Mustering up all the energy he could find, the animagus propelled himself off his friend and fell back against the other end of the sofa. Quickly, both boys reached for the closest object to conceal their morning "reactions".

Knowing very well that this situation could only end up in disaster, Remus decided that leaving would be the best way to save face… only Sirius beat him to it.

"Err… gotta go. You know… shower… lunch," stammered Sirius as he jumped up, robe in hand. Nearly tripping on a bottle or two, Sirius dashed to the stairwell that led to the boys' dormitory, climbing the steps three at a time.

"Well… so much for no awkward moments," sighed Remus.

xXx

Needless to say, the boys spent the following days avoiding one another again. The only times they saw each other was during meals and when they went to bed. As far as conversing with one another… well, let's just say their close friendship seemed to have been demoted to brief acquaintances in record time.

By the time it was New Year's Eve, things did not seem to be improving and Sirius was extremely worried. He had no idea what to do or to say in order to fix things back to the way they were.

'Okay, we made it through the whole thing about me being a berk and telling Snivillus how to get past the Whopping Willow and ultimately blowing Moony's most guarded secret. I mean yeah he beat the shit out of me but that's beside the point—he forgave me! Then we all got plastered and had a big laugh about it.' Sirius never really liked reminiscing about the past. He was always the type to never look back. The past was in the past and that was that. But for that last month or so, that was all Sirius seemed to do… and it was aggravating him to no end.

In an effort to calm himself down, Sirius decided to play some Quidditch in order to relieve himself of some anger. Taking James' Invisibility Cloak with him, Sirius headed outside to the grounds.

By the time he got to the pitch it was already fairly late in the day. Not really caring that he was missing dinner, Sirius went into the equipment room and fetched a bat, broom, and the case that contained the Quidditch balls. Being the best friend of a Quidditch Caption did have its certain advantages.

After opening the case, Sirius charmed one of the bludgers to glow a bright yellow colour for the ball was black and was hard to see at night. And judging by the way he felt, Sirius believed that he would be out here for quite a while. He also charmed his eyes to be able to see at night, a handy little spell he learned from the book Auror Tricks and Spells for DUMMIES that Remus had given to him for his birthday. "Only Moony would give me a book for my birthday," Sirius said to himself affectionately.

Just before releasing the bludger into the air, Sirius poked, prodded, and even kicked the ball to get it all fired up. Once he let it free, Sirius quickly mounted the broom and soared into the air. Being the daredevil/show off that he had always been, Sirius waited until the bludger was within a few meters of him before preparing to hit it. Once Sirius hit the bludger and sent it flying in the other direction, he chased after it. Sirius was never known for his rational decisions…

Hours passed but Sirius didn't seem to take any notice. Adrenaline was pumping in his veins and it kept him going. Zooming up and down, side to side, and every other direction in between; Sirius was so worked up that he was flying circles around the bludger. It couldn't keep up with him.

As memories of the werewolf prank plagued Sirius' mind, it only invigorated his anger. "I was a total prick then but… we got past that," said Sirius out loud as he got ready for the in coming bludger that was flying towards him at full speed. "Then…" raising his voice, "I go and fuck it up all over again!" yelled Sirius as he swung at the bludger with all his might. Blinded by his rage and lack of aiming, the glowing bludger flew across the Quidditch pitch and collided with one of stands, creating a big dent in the Slytherin seal.

"Oops," said Sirius sarcastically while checking out the damage he inflicted from afar. "No big loss anyway."

Gliding back down to the ground, the animagus dismounted the broom and waited for the in coming—pissed off—bludger coming his way. He didn't have to wait long; in seconds the glowing bludger came crashing into Sirius' upper right chest and shoulder.

"Fuck! That's going to leave a mark," griped Sirius as he struggled to get the bludger back into its compartment.

Rapidly, he whispered "Finite" (to return the bludger to its original colour) and "Mobilarbus". As he watched the Quidditch ball case, bat, and the broom float back into the equipment room, Sirius delicately massaged his left arm which was all bruised up from the bludger the he provoked. Then after muttering "Scourgify" (to clean himself a bit), he put on the Invisibility Cloak, and made his way back to the castle.

Once inside, Sirius noticed his stomach growling and decided to stop off at the kitchens before going back to the dormitory. After tickling the pear, he clenched his eyes closed for about ten seconds to return his vision to normal. Stepping inside, Sirius was quickly greeted by a house elf.

"Oh what a pleasure tonight is! Not only one, but two young masters have decided to grace us with their presents," cried the house elf.

Sirius smiled softly to himself as he gave the elf a little pat on the head. "Ha… well—" Sirius paused as he looked down to the house elf. A perplexed look formed on the handsome boy's face, "What was that…?" Sirius then looked up and glanced around the kitchen. "What do you mean t—" his voice died in his throat as he found the answer to his question. "Ohh…"

Perched on top of a rickety looking wooden stool, reading the late edition of the Daily Profit was Remus. He was too absorbed in his reading that he didn't notice the other boy's entrance; not that this surprised Sirius one bit. Behind the werewolf was a lit fireplace, keeping the kitchen warm.

Sirius soon found himself directly in front of his friend, mouth agape for he was not sure of what to say. All he could manage was a slight cough and a barely audible "Lo Rem…"

The newspaper in his friend's hands jerked suddenly, indicating to Sirius that Remus finally become aware of his presents. Lowering the paper to see passed it; Remus timidly answered back, "Uhh Padfoot… didn't see you come in."

"Yeah, I noticed," Sirius chuckled slightly, "err… what are you doing here? Didn't you have dinner?"

"Well, no… got a little distracted. I was in the library you see—and there was this book, Old and Forgotten Bewitchments and Charms… had some spells I never heard of before. Was so engaged in practicing—"

As Remus was explaining himself, Sirius felt a terrible sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't help but feel partially, if not mostly, responsible for the uncomfortable tension between them. Remus was one of his only true friends and lately, Sirius had been doing nothing but scaring him off. Seeing Remus like this—making excuses for himself—made Sirius feel as if there was no use in trying to save what was left of their friendship. To him, it was quite evident that Remus did not want him there.

"Look Remus… it's all right. You don't have to give me any justification as to why you are here." Concealing his pain, Sirius went on. "I'll… I'll just be going now, g'night." Sighing, Sirius turned around in an effort to leave when he felt something tugging at his hand. He twirled around to look at Remus.

"No… don't go," said Remus. "At least not on my account," he whispered, not looking at Sirius directly. "It's obvious that you missed supper too. You didn't know that anyone else was here. I mean I had the map, so you couldn't have known," said Remus, letting go of Sirius' hand.

Realizing that Remus thought that he was leaving because he didn't want to be around him, Sirius decided to clear the air. "I'm not leaving 'cause of—" but Sirius was interrupted before he could finish.

"What would you like, young master Black?" asked a house elf.

"Err… I haven't thought about… whatever he's having," replied Sirius as he point to his friend.

"Ohh… right away sir… won't you take a seat?" With that said, the house elf left to help prepare their meals.

After taking a seat directly across from Remus (whom went back to reading the Profit), an awkward silence settled between them. In efforts to break the tension, Sirius spoke up "So… uhh… how are those Falcons, aye?"

"They're a hundred eighty points behind Kenmare."

"Ohh really… not too shabby," said Sirius smugly, "bet you're sorry you took that bet with me, huh Moony?"

"Err Sirius… the Kenmare Kestrels are in second to last place"

"What? Oh… well… Falmouth could still… oh who am I kidding," muttered Sirius as he folded his arms on the table and slammed his head on top of them. 'Well, there's twenty galleons I'll never see again.'

Minutes passed and aside from the clanking of pots and pans, the silence returned.

"So Remus, what are we eating anyway?" Sirius asked as he lifted his head to look at his companion.

"Ohh it's something my mum used to make for me… tripe with beet sauce, cold cabbage stew, and some meatloaf," answered Remus.

With a face etched in total disgust, Sirius responded "Tripe… isn't that cow stomach- eww… Moony!" Jumping out of his seat, Sirius ran to the nearest house elf. "Wait! Wait… I change my mind! I don't want what he's having… give me anything but what he's having!" pleaded Sirius.

The sound of laughter rapidly filled the kitchen. Sirius spun around to find Remus hiding behind his newspaper. Stalking back over to him, Sirius reached forward and swiped the paper out of Remus' hands. And just as he suspected to find, Remus was the epicenter of said laughter.

"You prat!" spoke Sirius as he rolled up the newspaper and took a swing at Remus. "What are we really eating?" questioned the animagus as he dropped the paper onto the table and took his seat.

"Roast beef and Yorkshire pudding."

"Ahh… my favorite. Always knew you had perpetually good taste in fine dining Moony."

"That's not what you thought a moment ago," said Remus.

"Well… that's because I knew you were having me on. I mean who would ever request meatloaf when they could have filet mignon, honestly."

"Whatever you say Padfoot."

Several minutes later, the house elves presented the two Marauders with their dinner. As they ate, Sirius couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with his friend. Remus always went home for Christmas but there he was, sitting right across from him. Sirius meant to have asked earlier in the week but he chickened out. Remus rarely—if ever—spoke about his home life. Even though Remus kept to himself a lot, Sirius had always suspected that, in this particular incident, was because Remus didn't want to make him feel bad. It was obvious to Sirius that the Lupins were marvelous parents. They cared very deeply for their son and Sirius saw that every time they were at King's Cross. The genuine look of happiness and love that graced their faces when the waved their son goodbye or hugged him dearly when he returned was unmistakable.

After the two boys finished their meal, Sirius gathered up his courage and asked the question on his mind. "Moony, why are you here?"

Throwing a perplexed look at his friend, Remus replied, "I was hungry."

Rolling his eyes, Sirius tried again. "Not that you twit. I mean, why are you here? …at Hogwarts?" questioned Sirius, emphasizing the word Hogwarts. But before Remus could come up with an excuse, Sirius pressed on. "And don't give me that 'my house needs a fixer-upper' shit. I mean, what kind of idiot do you take me for? Your parents would never ask you to stay here because of something as lame as that. So spill!" demanded Sirius as he leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest.

Remus stared back at his friend, taking notice of Sirius' body language that screamed "I ain't goin' anywhere 'til you tell me". Pushing his finished plate out of the way, Remus laid his arms on the table and intertwined his fingers together. Hunching over the table, he looked down at his hands and contemplated as to how to go about in answering his friend's inquires.

Taking in a deep breath and then exhaling, Remus decided that Sirius might as well know the whole story. "When I was 12, I went to my Uncle Mitchell's for Christmas. He didn't have any children of his own so he always spoiled me rotten whenever he saw me. He was always my favorite—kinda like a second father, you know…?"

Though not expecting an answer to his rhetorical question, Remus glanced at Sirius. Satisfied that his friend was at least paying attention and not appearing to be bored out of his skull yet, Remus looked back at his hands and continued. "Well, he had gotten married during the first half of our second year and since I was not able to attend the wedding, he wanted my parents and me to come over for the holidays.

"When we got there, I didn't recognize the place. That was because we weren't at his house. It turns out that his bride was fairly wealthy and the couple now resided in this lavish manor. Stables, a lake, acres and acres of forest—name it, they had it.

"After the shock wore off, we made our way to the entrance. A butler opened the humongous wooden door and Uncle Mitchell was the first to greet us. He was so happy; couldn't wait to show us around, meet his wife and all of that. She was very beautiful, his wife, beautiful… and cold; though I don't think my uncle noticed. Nor my parents for that matter… Her name was Portia; she was a muggle, had dark brown hair, a thin face but not too drawn, long fingers with equally long fingernails… Anyway, don't think she liked me much, if that look she gave me when everyone else was looking elsewhere was any indication". Remus paused for a moment, remembering, as Sirius sat quietly, and waited for him to continue.

"Dinner was pleasant enough; Uncle Mitchell was going on about how he and Portia met, laughing at all the silly things he did in order to try to catch her attention. They were quite funny actually, but all Portia could seem to do was give a little smile when one of my parents looked at her, never joining in the story telling with her husband. And when my parents gave back their attention to my uncle, Portia's smile would quickly disappear.

"Once that was over, we continued on with the second half of the tour of their home, ending up in one of the trophy rooms slash study. There, we learned that everything in that room belonged to Portia's deceased grandfather. He was a famous hunter, with trophies on top of trophies to show for it. There were dozens of stuffed animals everywhere—all posed in a ferocious manner. There were plaques on the walls, along with more different types of muggle weapons than I knew ever existed. Amongst them were heads of decapitated animals mounted on the walls." Remus looked up at the animgus, "you know, kinda like those," Remus lowered his voice, "house elves your parents have mounted on their walls."

Understanding where the werewolf was getting at with his example, Sirius let out a low grunt. A look of utter repulsion etched into his face as unwanted memories of that cursed house flooded his mind. However, they didn't linger around too long for Sirius pushed them out of his head in order to listen to his friend's story.

"…however, Portia's grandfather was never able to conquer one particular beast, the werewolf. He spent a very good portion of his life devoted to find one that would give him a run for his money, sort of speak.

"Well to make a long story short, Portia decided to carry on her grandfather's legacy and vowed to find a werewolf and mount it over the mantle." Surprisingly, Remus began to chuckle at this. "A silly thing to do, considering the size of a full grown werewolf… She'd have better luck stuffing it or making a rug out of it. However, this is based on if the werewolf stays in its wolf form and does not transform back into a human. 'Magine having a man mounted on your wall... doubt that's very sanitary."

"Err… Remus?" uttered Sirius, though he didn't know what to say after something like that. What does one say when a dear friend, whom just happens to be a werewolf, asks you to picture a werewolf mounted over a fireplace like a swordfish?

"Yes," answered Remus as if nothing was wrong.

"What happened?" asked Sirius softly.

Remus pursed his lips together and made a jester with his hand. "Well, bearing in mind that I was only twelve and failed to see the humor in the situation, I did what any other child would do in an uncomfortable circumstance—I politely excused myself."

With disappointment written on his face, Sirius said, "no offense Moony but any normal kid would have thrown a right fit. Or in my case—punched her lights out! Woman or not, she just practically threatened your life… and you didn't do anything about it?"

The more Sirius thought about what his friend went through, the less he could control his volatile temper. "How could your uncle marry her? For the love of— she wanted to put a silver bullet through your heart!"

"He didn't know," said Remus as he adverted his gaze from Sirius, "and still doesn't." Remus paused for a moment before continuing, "As for not doing anything… I wouldn't say that. I ran for the nearest exit—I'm not a total imbecile Padfoot… I was in such distress that I didn't notice where I was going or what I was touching. Turns out the door handle was made of silver… don't think I was ever in so much pain in my entire life actually."

Suddenly, Sirius lunged for Remus' right arm and pulled it towards himself, realization radiating off of his face. "Your hand! When you came back, it was bandaged. Y' told us that you burned yourself. Don't tell me…"

Sirius gazed down at the hand in front of him. It looked like any normal hand for it had heeled fairly nicely. But upon closer inspection, Sirius could still see the faint burn marks. Remus' palm was slightly discoloured where he had grabbed the handle. There were also some faded Corinthian designs imbedded in the palm. 'Must have been on the door handle,' concluded Sirius.

Ghosting over the marks with his fingertips, Sirius looked straight into his friend's eyes. "Come on, we're going."

Not having the will to defy Sirius at the moment, Remus nodded and got up and followed the other boy's lead.

Hidden beneath the Invisibility Cloak, the boys made their way around the dark corridors and stairwells. When Sirius was certain that they were alone (by checking the map), he pulled Remus into an abandoned classroom.

As Remus tired to get his bearings in the dark room, he heard Sirius whisper a Silencing Charm along with a Warning Spell (Monēre).

Suddenly, Remus felt a hand grasp him and turn him towards its owner. Then he felt arms wrapping him into a tight hug. Stunned initially by the invasion of his personal space, Remus slowly inched his arms around his friend, returning the favor.

"Thank you." Remus' voice was barely audible.

"You're welcome," Sirius whispered back.

Moments passed as the two Gryffindors remained in an embrace. By then, Remus grew more comfortable with his friend's close proximity. This did not go unnoticed by Sirius; he held the lycanthrope tighter.

Borrowing his head in the crook of Remus' neck, Sirius inhaled deeply. Instantly the scent of the werewolf mingled with his senses, igniting something in Sirius that he never knew existed. One of his hands drifted to the small of Remus' back, pressing the lower parts of their bodies together; transforming the friendly hug into a much more intimate one.

Remus took in a strangled breath as he felt the space between them completely diminish. It was almost too much to handle.

"No. Sirius… No." Rapidly pulling away, Remus turned away and walked further into the classroom, giving himself a chance to recompose himself.

"What? I don't understand," Remus heard a voice say behind him. Desperate not to look back, Remus surveyed the dark room. Judging buy moonlight (the only source of light) coming though the castle windows, Remus concluded that they were in their Transfiguration classroom.

"Don't ignore me," demanded Sirius. "I brought you here so that you could have the chance to open up a bit without an army of house elves eavesdropping!"

"There's no need to shout Padfoot," said Remus. "Though your intentions may have been as innocent as you say, your actions spoke louder."

"And just what are you implying?" questioned Sirius as his brows furrowed together.

Looking around as if to make sure no one would hear him, Remus hissed, "I am not queer, Sirius!"

A look of astonishment graced Sirius' face. "Neither am I!"

Unable to control himself, Remus closed the distance between the two of them and kissed Sirius square on the lips, hard. Nothing made sense and yet everything was clear at the same time. 'That's it! I understand now! I've gone mad!'

As Remus thought about his future residence at St. Mungo's, Sirius had other plans in mind, apparently. His hands had woven themselves into the werewolf's wavy dark blonde hair and didn't seem to be letting go anytime soon.

Remus concluded that because he was in fact "insane", he could not be held liable for his actions. Therefore, pushing Sirius down onto a desk—like he was doing now—wasn't his fault for he wasn't in his right mind.

As the sounds of Sirius' moans bounced off the stone walls of the classroom, it only fueled Remus' desires more. Pinned beneath him—on top of their professor's desk—was Sirius Black… everything Remus had ever wanted if he would only admit it to himself. But of course, things were just easier to deal with if he pled insanity.

Since this was only their second taste of the "forbidden fruit"¹, things quickly escalated. Mouths melded together, hands everywhere at once, bodies pressing zealously against each other; it was perfection at its worst.

While lavishing attention on Sirius' neck, Remus hastily tugged on his partner's shirt. As far as Remus was concerned, he couldn't unbutton it fast enough. He desperately needed to feel hot, hard flesh against his fingertips.

"Ahh…," winced Sirius, causing Remus to push off of him a bit.

"What did I do? What's wrong?" asked Remus hastily, worry etched in his face.

Noticing his friend's insecurities, Sirius quickly answered "no… wasn't you". He then motioned to his left arm, "it's just…"

Remus immediately went for Sirius' shirt, pulling the left side down. "Merlin… what did you do to yourself?" Looking at the animagus' battered arm, Remus asked "does it hurt?"

"Yeah, Pomfrey might have to chop it off²…" said Sirius deceitfully.

"Ohh, well then… as long as she's not chopping off anything important," teased Remus as he grinded his hip into his friend's, making sure Sirius understood.

Stifling a pleasure filled groan, Sirius looked up at his friend and asked pitifully, "Ohh… won't you take care of me Moony?"

"Padfoot, you drama queen. You know very well that those horrendous puppy dog eyes don't work on me," said Remus as he smirked at Sirius.

Pulling Remus back down to him, Sirius whispered in his ear, "but Moony… I'm a wounded animal." Wrapping his legs around Remus, Sirius began sensually arching his hips. He then continued on with his begging. "Surely, you can't leave me like this," purred Sirius seductively, nibbling on the werewolf's earlobe.

As his eyes rolled up towards the ceiling and his eyelids fluttered shut, Remus softly moaned a response. "No… c-couldn't possibly… do that." Lazily thrusting his hips back in return, Remus tenderly nipped at Sirius' exposed neck.

At their own accord, Remus' greedy hands moved along Sirius' abdomen. They rested on Sirius thighs and Remus gently pushed at them in order to free himself. When Sirius whimpered in protest, Remus quieted him with a look of promise. Remus stood up and grabbed Sirius by the hips, tugging him to the edge of the desk.

Sirius propped himself on his elbows to get a better look at his friend, that was now kneeling in between his legs.

Remus planted tender kisses on Sirius' navel and then in a flash, his hands were unbuckling Sirius' belt. Sirius barely heard the sound of his zipper being pulled down before he felt a slick tongue, starting at the bottom and making its way to the top of his member.

All that could be heard throughout the room were wet suckling sounds and choking gasps. With all his might, Sirius grasped onto the edge of desk with both hands; probably hard enough to leave impressions. Sirius desperately tired to hold himself off and not give into the feeling of Remus' hot moist mouth around him.

As his mind began to thin, Sirius managed to get one of his hands to slide into the werewolf's hair in order to warn him. However, this only seemed to encourage Remus as he redoubled his efforts. It wasn't long until Sirius' world went black.

Gradually coming to, Sirius found himself lying down on his professor's desk again. He vaguely heard the sound of coughing, followed by the feel of soft kisses on his now extremely sensitive organ. Gaining back feeling in his limbs, Sirius grabbed Remus' shoulder, indicating that he wanted his friend to come back onto the desk.

Satisfied when Remus climbed on top of him, Sirius pulled him into a kiss. As the kiss grew more passionate, Sirius' hand began to wander down the lycanthrope's torso and had every intention of going further. Swiftly, a hand grabbed hold of Sirius' wrist and pinned it to the desk, preventing it from completing its mischievous exploration.

"No… just rest now. It'll go away on its own."

"But Moony—"

Remus stared down at his companion with ferocity. "I said no Sirius." With that said, Remus relaxed his head on Sirius' chest.

Several uncomfortable minutes passed as the two boys rested. "I'm going to hell for this, aren't I?" asked Remus, not really expecting his friend to answer back.

Unable to fully comprehend the situation (his mind was still reeling from exquisite pleasure), Sirius stared up at the ceiling and frowned. "What the fuck is that s'pposed to mean?"

"It's just… well, isn't it a sin of some sort…?" asked Remus, slightly timid.

Sirius snorted. "Well if that's what you're worried about, don't bother. We're all goin' t' hell anyway," responded Sirius offhandedly.

Remus raised his head. "We all are?"

"Yeah. You know practicing witchcraft and wizardry isn't exactly popular with the man upstairs—or so I've been told."

Remus huffed and rolled his eyes. He hated that his concerns were apparently falling on deaf ears.

Knowing better than to infuriate his friend any further, Sirius changed the subject. "Hey, you know it's after midnight, right?"

"What? Don't tell me you're worried about being out and about after curfew," scoffed Remus.

"It's New Year's," said the animagus.

"Ohh. Ohh…"

Sirius gave a little smile. "Happy New Year Remus," he said as he pulled the werewolf to him.

"Happy New Year Sirius," replied Remus as he met Sirius' lips half way.

So, I lied again… this chapter turned out to be longer than chapter 3. Don't hate me! Also, I hope this chapter helped my fic live up to its "R" rating, however, I hope it didn't cross the line. I don't want this fic to be deleted. Suppose it's more towards "hard" R, huh?
1. Cliché… I know! Honestly, how many times has that one been used? Sometimes I'm so unoriginal… sorry about that.

2. If you don't get it—watch PoA again! And you call yourself a fan, honestly…