Snape had Remus pinned. His back was pressed into the sharp edged stones, his lips were being crushed by Snape's and he could feel his legs being parted by the greasy boy's knee.

He wanted out.

He didn't like Snape, never had, never would.

He wished he'd never defended the misguided boy against James and Sirius.

So much for seeing the better side of people.

He couldn't reach his wand and Prongs and Wormtail were in detention. Padfoot was meant to be on a date with one of the Hufflepuff girls.

Snape moaned against Remus' mouth and he found himself feeling physically sick. 'Gods, why me?' He wondered bitterly. Oh right, he was the quiet mouse of the group, the book work. Peter was the slightly dim tag-along. Sirius was the charming prankster whilst James was the bold prankster. Remus was just... Remus

He growled wolfishly in the back of his throat as his arms were pinned up above his head and Snape's now free hand began to pull at his shirt, un-tucking the ends from his trousers. Remus tried to squirm away but found Snape pressing against him harder, hand slipping past the waistband of his trousers. At the same time the greasy Slytherin bit at the wolf's lip drawing blood and Remus found himself yelping. Snape's tongue was in his mouth and his hand had found Remus' boxers and the young boy found himself getting closer and closer to being physically sick.

His lungs burned and Snape's breath was foul. His tongue was rough and his hand was jerky.

"SNAPE! I'm going to..." Remus stiffened at the sound of Sirius' voice. Oh gods, What would he think of Remus now? They'd all hate him for letting the git get him like this.

"Mr Black! Mr Snape!" Minerva McGonagall. Remus jerked backwards suddenly, head hitting the stone cobbles of the wall even harder then before. It was simply a chain reaction from the blow that caused the sandy haired werewolf to finally rid himself of the sickly feeling and vomit into the other's open mouth.

Snape lurched back disgusted, his own bile raising and before Remus could think he was barrelled over in by Sirius. He could vaguely make out the transfigurations teacher pulling Snape to his feet, a highly disgusted and furious expression on his face.

"Maybe you should take Mr Lupin to the Hospital wing to get him checked out whilst I take Mr Snape to Dumbledore's office" With that Snape was tugged off grumbling various things about werewolves and teasing.

"Bloody deserved that, Snivellus!" Sirius looked ready to kill but the look turned to concern as soon as his eyes found Remus.

"Moony, You alright? That worm didn't hurt you did he? Do you want some toothpaste? get that taste out? Bath maybe?" Remus buried his face to the dark haired boy's shoulder and that was all it took to silence the boy. Hurried questions turned to quiet whispers and kisses to blonde hair, carefully lifting the other up.

Remus was soon pushed under a warm shower, the water just right and his clothes still on. Sirius was behind him, chin on his shoulder and Remus wondered if things could get any stranger. His thoughts soon evaporated when a pair of hands began to work shampoo into his hair and a pair of welcomed lips moved to his neck.

It was strange but he didn't care.

Author's Notes: Another fic thought up during the night. I like it although the ending is weird. It's the first RemusXSirius I've posted, I do have another on my computer, will put it up if anyone wants it up.

Inspired partly by the song "Sic Transit Gloria, Glory Fades" by Brand New

"This is the first and last time, he says,

She fixed a smile and pressed her hips into his.

He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides,

He's holding back from telling her exactly how it really feels.

He is the lamb, She is the slaughter"