Sirius and Remus made their way out of the school, and broke into a run as soon as they had spotted the astronomy tower. Remus' attitude that night had done a complete 180, and he acted nothing as he usually did. Tonight – Sirius wasn't spending time with calm, collected, grown up Remus – he was spending time with 18-year-old Remus: a Remus, amazingly enough, much the same as his mate.

"OH MY GOD!!" Remus burst out laughing, running behind Sirius.

"What?" Sirius turned around and caught Remus when he ran into Sirius' chest. He held Remus close as they both started to laugh together.

"That was so amazing! Did you see the looks on their faces? Holy shit!" Remus laughed as he slipped his arms around Sirius' waist. The two had lost balance, and were now struggling to stay on their feet. Swaying for a few steps, Remus finally found his center of balance and looked up at Sirius, holding him at arms length. He was about to speak when he burst out into another round of laughter, and instead of forming an articulate sentence; he screamed and grabbed Sirius' hand, running once more to the tower.

"REMUS!"

"Yess?"

"Slow down!" Sirius nearly tripped as he followed his lover up a hill. "God these old bones can't handle all this running..."

"Christ you're 17, Sirius! You'd think you'd be in better condition than I am! You're the pro the Quidditch player, and I'm just a sickly werewolf!" Much to his own disappointment, Remus slowed into a fast walk, still smiling wide.

"Ahh yes, but I havn't been to practice in a few weeks, and you aren't sickly."

"Why? Have you been skipping out?"

"Well... no, we just haven't called any practices."

"And why is that?"

"I'm betting on the fact that it's because we're not playing anyone in the next match. It's Hufflepuff against Ravenclaw – so we're not exactly needing the practice." Sirius smiled as they both ran down the hill, both coming to a stop a good 10 feet from the end of the hill.

"Well you should still be practicing, Sirius. You can't just not practice and then because of that not practicing you end up buggering up the next game... That didn't really make sense, did it?"

"No... it didn't..." Sirius laughed as he held the door open for Remus as they had just made it to the tower. "But, we'll get right on it – you know, the practicing."

"Good." Remus smiled as he climbed the stairs, taking them two at a time. He couldn't remember the last time he had been so energetic. The running they had been doing didn't even seem to affect him, and the only give away was the fact that his cheeks were slightly pink.

However, Sirius was completely out of breath as they made it to the door on the second floor. Remus laughed and slapped Sirius' stomach.

"You lazy ass!"

"I am not... my body just doesn't agree with exercise." He grinned as he picked Remus up and hoisted him over his shoulder.

"SIRIUS! PUT ME DOWN!" Remus broke out into more laughter as he heard the door slam shut and lock behind them. "SIRIUSSS!!!"

"On your command..." Sirius flipped Remus over and watched as he landed on the bed, laughing the whole time. Sirius then kicked off his shoes and bent down to remove his socks, throwing them to the couch as he took them both off. "I can't remember the last time you were this happy, Rem."

Remus choked back a giggle as he sat half way up, resting on his elbows, looking down as he kicked off his own shoes. "I don't think I've been this happy in a long time... well... visibly happy anyway."

"Why don't you like birthdays?"

Remus was caught off guard by the question, but amazingly enough – it didn't hinder his mood as it usually did when brought up. "Because I was bitten by the werewolf on my birthday when I was a child – thus, I do not like this day." Remus's answer was simple, and very straightforward.

"...Oh."

"Oh don't let that bother you, it's the past. Nothing can change the past." Remus reassured Sirius with a smile before grinning broadly and grabbing onto the front of Sirius' shirt, pulling him down onto the bed.

Sirius fell onto the mattress beside Remus gladly, grinning when Remus moved to straddle his thighs. "Are you not even going to prepare me before you ravish me?"

Remus raised his eyebrows smiling, and started to search the pockets of Sirius pants.

"What are you doing?" Sirius furrowed his eyebrows and laughed as he watched Remus look into his left pants pocket.

"Looking for...AH!!" Remus pulled out a small bag of gillyweed. "Looking for this!"

"How'd you know I had that?"

"Honestly, a 'walk' Sirius? Both you and James smelt like weed, and you tasted like it." Remus tilted his head to the side and lent down, resting his forearms on Sirius' chest. "So can we smoke it?"

"What?"

Remus smiled and kissed Sirius' lips. "Can we smoke it? Please?"

"What for?"

"Because I want to get high?" Remus sat up again, opening the bag. "Come on, look, there's a few joints already rolled, and I know you have your lighter."

"Yeah, but I'm sitting on it... so you can't get to it."

"Sure I can." Remus grinned and tossed the bag of gillyweed to the side somewhere above Sirius' head. He then un-straddled his lover and grabbed Sirius' belt loops, and turned him onto his side.

"Remus!!!"

"Yes?"

"Jesus! You're going to rip the fabric!" Sirius laughed as Remus stuck his fingers into Sirius pants pocket and pulled out the lighter.

Remus' jaw dropped as he looked at the lighter. His amused eyes turned from the brass lighter to Sirius. "Why in God's name have you got a lighter like this?"

Sirius blushed slightly as he sat up, grabbing the lighter from Remus's hands. "Because it was the only one left..."

"What... did you go to a sex shop?" Remus' grin widened as he spoke.

"No... it was the only one left in my room."

"You have brass lighters in the shape of an erect penis stashed in your room? Good Lord!" Remus laughed. "When did you get it, Sirius?"

Sirius took a deep breath as he spoke. "Few months ago."

"God that's amazing, can I see it?"

"What for?"

"It's not every day I get to see a brass penis." Remus actually squeaked as he smiled and bit his bottom lip.

"You're completely adorable, you know that?" Sirius shook his head and laughed as he handed the lighter to his boyfriend.

"Adorable? How so?" Sirius was about to respond when Remus had popped the top of the lighter up, and pressed his thumb down on the clasp that let the butane out. "OH!!" He squealed when it lit up and he looked back at Sirius. "This is bloody amazing!"

Sirius's smile was wide as he looked at his boyfriend, who at the moment – was completely amazed and intrigued by a lighter of questionable shape. Sirius lay back, resting on his elbows. "Oh... my... god!"

"What?" Remus let the fire die, and looked towards Sirius.

"Something tells me that you're about to leave me for that brass penis."

"Oh Sirius..." Remus lent forward, running his hand down Sirius' chest. "I wouldn't ever leave you for a brass penis," He made a show of cupping his hand over Sirius' groin. "I'd maybe think about having an affair – but I'd never leave you for it." He squeezed his hand and yelped when Sirius grabbed his shoulders and flung him onto his back. Remus smiled up at Sirius as he felt him straddle his legs.

"I'll make sure that you never leave me for a brass penis..."

"Will you?"

Sirius answer was more of a sexual, almost animal like growl than a 'yes' (which it was intended to be), as he lent down and kissed Remus' lips. Remus moaned against his lover's lips and kissed him back with just as much fury, wrapping his arms around Sirius' waist as he did so. Sirius didn't notice that one of Remus' hands had left his back as he moved his way from Remus' mouth to his neck... and Sirius was definitely surprised that when he looked up, a bag was held infront of his face and Remus was smiling underneath him.

"Please?"

Sirius groaned and rolled his eyes. "You're going to give me blue balls."

"So I'll give you a handjob later to take care of it," Remus smiled before letting his mouth fall into a hopeless pout. "Please?"

"It'll take more than a handjob for me to let you smoke that."

"Fine, I'll tie you up and give you a handjob." Remus bit his lip as Sirius raised his eyebrow. "Alrighhtt... instead of a handjob, how about a nice clean fuck?"

"There won't be anything clean about it when it happens, Remus."

"Okay! The dirtier the better! Now can we smoke this?" Remus furrowed his eyebrows and puckered his lips as he pouted. It seemed as if his already large amber eyes grew in size as he stared up at Sirius. "Please?"

Sirius took a deep breath and lent down, kissing his pouting boyfriend. "Fine."

Remus' face lit up with a smile as he kissed Sirius again before he felt Sirius roll off of his hips. "Thank-youu!"

"Yeah, yeah..."

Remus rolled his eyes as he looked over at Sirius. "Oh for Christ's sake..."

"What?"

Remus shook his head and hopped off the bed. "You're pouting." He sank to his knees infront of Sirius and smiled. "I don't want you to pout when I'm so happy."

"What are you doing?"

Remus tugged at the belt holding Sirius pants up. He undid it quickly and whipped the leather out of the belt hoops – any quicker and Sirius guessed that it would have seared the fabric. He grinned as he moved for the buttons of Sirius' pants. "Tiding you over."

Sirius matched Remus' grin slightly as he watched Remus take the zipper of his pants into his fingers and let it slide down. "What for?"

"Because you're not going to be happy otherwise, that's why." With one last smile up at his boyfriend, Remus reached into Sirius' pants, and grasped Sirius flaccid penis in his hands.

"You don't have to, Remus..."

"One more complaint out of you and I won't." Remus smiled. Not a kind smile as he would usually give to his boyfriend, but a devious smile – the kind of smile that would make your toes curl because you knew that nothing good was coming your way. "Besides, I miss your taste."

Without waiting for another word, Remus bent down further and took the head of Sirius' penis into his mouth. Within a few seconds of working his tongue around the length of Sirius' dick, it was beginning to become hard – thus, proving that any type of complaints on Sirius' side wouldn't have gone over very well.

"Why are you so-" Sirius groaned slightly as he watched Remus' head. "happy today?"

"Because it's my birthday?" Remus's breath ghosted over Sirius, gaining a slight gasp from above. Remus smiled before going back to work.

"I thought you didn't... you didn't..." Sirius looked around the room, eyebrows raised - his head slightly bobbing as he sucked in his lips. He tried his hardest to concentrate on what he was about to say as Remus' tongue ran under the length of his dick.

"Yes?"

"Didn't like b-b-birthday's?"

Remus looked up at Sirius and smiled as he stroked his hand up and down Sirius' now hard erection. "I don't. I just enjoy this one."

"Why...?"

"Because I have you." Remus blinked, (apparently thinking that the answer should have been clear as a sunny summer day) before ducking his head and taking Sirius' cock once more into his mouth.

Sirius groaned and curled his fingers around the comforter on the bed. "Then if it's your b-b-birthday-"

"Quite the word to get your lips around, isn't it Siri?"

"Christ it is when you do that to me..." Sirius' eyebrow's furrowed, his jaw dropped, and he lent forward.

"Yes I do suppose that it would be... No matter." Remus shrugged, holding Sirius' erection in one hand while his other hand moved towards Sirius's thigh. Remus let his lips cover his teeth as he took Sirius deeper into his mouth. "Mmmguhs?"

Sirius' leg twitched into the air as the vibrations from Remus' voice sent shockwaves though his body. "What?"

Remus continued to suck on Sirius for a few seconds longer before he finally let his lips leave Sirius' cock, but he still didn't speak. Remus swiped his tongue over the slit of the head, smiling. "I said, 'are you enjoying this?'," Remus looked towards Sirius' leg. "And did your leg just twitch?"

Sirius nod his head and laughed. "Why are you talking while you're..." He cleared his throat.

"Would you prefer me to be quiet?"

"N-no..." Sirius stumbled over the words as he felt Remus' hand pump up and down the length of his erection. "S-Shit! Oh my fuck..." Any further words were masked by a rather loud moan.

"Mmm..." Remus smiled and bent down, taking Sirius in his mouth once more.

Sirius looked down, his eyes wide as he watched Remus' head bob up and down. Involuntarily, he thrust his hips forward just as his eyes rolled back into his head.

"Jesus, fuck... oh God..." Sirius' voice broke into a whimper as he felt Remus' tongue slide down the length of his cock, and back up again – only to swirl around the top stimulating the flesh to somewhere up in the stratosphere.

Remus let his hand grip the shaft of Sirius' dick, squeezing slightly in regular intervals as he moved his tongue around the tip, flicking it from around the top to just under the head and back again.

Sirius arched his back, his jaw dropped, and his face contorted into one of complete ecstasy. Remus ran his free hand up and down Sirius' thigh, down the side towards his crotch and back again, humming slightly as he took the head back into his mouth. Sirius managed to gasp out Remus' name as he came, and, Remus happily swallowed as much of Sirius' seed as he could. Any remains were promptly licked up.

"Oh... oh dear..." Lily gasped and covered her mouth as her eyes went wide.

Remus turned to look at the door, wiping his bottom lip with his fingers. He raised his eyebrows as his eyes shifted from James to Lily. Remus then narrowed his eyes at the very pale couple. "Do you ever knock?"

"OH SHIT!" Sirius quickly turned and covered his crotch, his blush deepening. "OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT!"

James stood frozen in place, eyes wide – eyebrows lifted.

"Oh my God we're so, so, so sorry!" Lily quickly grabbed the side of James's face and pushed it towards the door. "God! I'm so sorry!" The door was promptly slammed shut, leaving Remus and Sirius alone once more.

Remus smirked slightly before turning to look at his boyfriend. A look of pity surfaced on his face as he watched Sirius scrambled to get his pants done up. "Oh Sirius, let me."

Sirius turned and looked down at Remus quickly before covering his face with his hands. "Shit, shit, shit, shit..."

"They'll get over it." Remus had zipped up Sirius' pants, and was now working on the button.

"That's not the fucking point!"

"Then what is?" Remus sat back and let his hands fall to Sirius' thighs.

"The point is – they saw you giving me head!"

Remus tilted his head to the side, one eyebrow raised, the other creased downwards. "...So?"

"How can you be so calm about it?!" Sirius entered a state of panic and tried to stand up.

Remus knew that if he allowed Sirius to stand that his mate would run. So, instead, Remus sighed and got up on his knees, taking Sirius' face in his hands. "Sirius... listen."

Sirius whimpered slightly as he looked into Remus' eyes.

"Listen, okay?"

"O-okay..."

"It doesn't matter. I certainly don't care anymore who knows that I give you head and, oh god – that I fuck you too." Remus voice was heavy with sarcasm as he raised his eyebrows. "And you shouldn't either. Okay?"

"But Remus-"

"No buts... well, not yet anyway..." This gained a small smile from Sirius. "Don't ruin my good mood by becoming a chicken shit and being scared because James and Lily saw me giving you head – even though they knew that it happened anyway."

"But still... they saw me..."

"Yes, and is it really something to be ashamed of, Siri?" Remus lent forward and stopped just a few inches short of Sirius' face. "I certainly wouldn't be ashamed if I was as big as you. 7 ½ inches is nothing to be ashamed of."

Sirius blush deepened as he creased his eyebrows together and smiled. "You're fucking unbelievable."

"No, I'm fucking you," Remus grinned as he lent forward and kissed Sirius gently on the lips. "Now that you're settled..." He kissed Sirius again. "How about those joints you promised me...?"

"I think... that if I move... I'll get sick."

"Excellent... then give me the brass dick and I'll do it myself." Remus let go of Sirius' cheeks and stood up, brushing off his knees. "Please?"

"You've done a complete 180 on me in about the time span of 20 minutes. So, I address the man standing infront of me, answer me these questions... err... two: who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?" Sirius looked up into Remus' eyes, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Hmm... well... for the moment, I've chucked him out the window into a dumpster full of banana peels and cats. Mind you, I did hope that he landed safely and didn't hurt anything vital to his existence..." Remus's grin widened as he looked down at Sirius. "So I suppose that I havn't completely disposed of him."

"Good... because if you did – I'd feel like I was dating myself."

"And what's so horrible about dating someone who's completely gorgeous and not to mention someone who's brilliant in bed?" Remus placed his hands to his slender hips.

"Err..." Sirius raised one eyebrow and puckered his lips to the side in thought.

"Exactly... now hand me the brass dick. I can't wait to use it!"

Sirius laughed and lay back, grabbing both the lighter and bag of gillyweed. "I love the new you."

Remus sat down on the foot of the bed next to Sirius and frowned – crossing his legs towards his mate. "Do you still love the old me?"

"Of course! I love all of your personalities just the same... I just favour this one."

Remus laughed. "Mmm... why?" Remus took the joint that Sirius had taken out of the bag and handed to him.

"Well, for starters – you convinced me that it was okay for James and Lily to see you giving me head, and secondly, the new you wants to smoke up – and that's bloody spectacular. Then, for a third helping, you're acting completely carefree, you're acting your age – something you havn't ever done come to think of it..."

"Is this a good thing?"

"Most definitely." Sirius placed the joint between his lips and looked over at Remus. "Would you like to light yours first?"

"You are so very kind to me, Mr. Black." Remus took the lighter and smiled as he placed the joint into the corner of his mouth. He held the lighter up and watched as it caught the light. "Mmm... how I love thee, beautiful, shining brass dick."

"Not more than mine I'd hope..."

"Definitely not more than yours..." Remus looked at Sirius from the corner of his eye. "And why? Because this one doesn't twitch when I lick it..." And with that last statement, Remus clicked down on the clasp and inhaled, smiling as his lungs filled with smoke. When he looked over to Sirius, in order to hand him the lighter – he tipped his head to the side, smoke filtering out of his mouth as he spoke. "What?"

Sirius closed his mouth and let his eyebrows fall from their lifted position to a more natural place. "I can't believe you just said that."

"Mmm... well," Remus smiled when Sirius took the lighter. "I don't really feel like censoring myself tonight."

"That's absolutely fine." Sirius smirked and lit his joint. He returned his gaze to Remus and let his smile fall as he looked into Remus's eyes. "...What?"

"Nothing." Remus giggled slightly and took another drag of the joint, not coughing this time.

"I know when your lying, and you're currently lying... so spit it out."

"Too late, I swallowed already." Remus covered his mouth and squealed. "Oh my God! I'm so sorry, that was horrible of me to say!"

Sirius was too busy laughing to notice the apology. Soon enough, Remus joined in with the laugher and found that once they had finally shifted from prolonged fits of soundless laughs that their joints had burned down to a little over 6cm.

"Shit..." Remus looked down at the joint and frowned, his hand shaking as he held it.

Sirius stopped and looked down at Remus' hand, "You're shaking."

"I know."

"Is that bad?"

"No."

"How do you know?"

"Because my hands have been shaky my whole life?"

"Oh."

"You never noticed?"

"No."

"Oh."

Remus and Sirius exchanged glances and burst into another round of laughter.

"Shit! Remus! We're wasting good gillyweed!"

"It doesn't really matter, does it? We've got tons more where it came from..." Remus laid back and picked up the bag, throwing it in Sirius' direction. Remus stayed on his back, smiled, and took a long drag of the joint. "Besides," He took another drag, still holding the smoke from the previous one in his lungs. "you got it for free from the two rainbow fairies."

"Yeah... that's true. I think it's time that I replenish the supply though..." Sirius watched as ash fell to the worn out wooden floor and placed a hand to Remus' thigh. "What do you think?"

"I think you should too." Remus blew out the smoke he had been holding in his lungs and watched as the smoke rose from his lips to billow out at the top of the canopy, creating a ceiling of smoke overtop of him.

Sirius nodded and took a few last drags of his joint and dropped it to the floor, and grabbed Remus' discarded shoe to put out the smoking embers. He then reached back, took Remus' joint, and did the same. After both joints had been put out, and Sirius made sure they weren't smoking anymore – he lay down beside the young wizard beside him.

"Rem?"

"Yes?"

Sirius propped his arms behind his head and lift his shoulders up slightly, groaning when they cracked. "Do you have any pets?"

Remus took off his socks and turned onto his side, bringing his knees up as he rest his head on his hand. "A fair few."

"How many?" Sirius turned his head and looked up at Remus.

"Hmm... well, we've got a dog named Finnleigh," Remus sighed slightly before continuing. "he's the one who comes with me during the months when we aren't at school."

"What kind of dog is he?"

"Irish Wolfhound... huge bugger of a thing."

Sirius smiled and turned his head, looking up at the canopy again. "Is that all?"

"Well, yes and no. Finnleigh is the only one who is currently with us. The others are at my grandmother's château." Remus cleared his throat and scratched his knee. "She's got our horses Olivia, Rolph and Cotter at the stables there..."

"You've got horses?"

"Yes... well... me as in my grandmother bought them for my Mama, my Papa and myself."

"She bought you horses? But I thought you were... erm..."

"Not well off? No, well my family and I aren't... but she is. She owns this huge plot of land somewhere in the middle of the French countryside." Remus trailed off as he sighed. "Then we've got the farm cats – 3 of those... lets' see... their names are Pontu – he's mine, Jilly, and Roux." Remus' French accent came out in full force as he spoke those three names, and it caused Sirius to laugh. Remus furrowed his eyebrows as he looked down at Sirius. "What?"

"What were their names?"

"Pontu, Jilly, and Roux..."

Sirius laughed again. "The first one?"

Remus' voice fell quiet a few octaves as he spoke, his eyebrows still furrowed. "Pontu... are you making fun of my cat?"

"No!" Sirius's laughing just died down as he turned to look at his boyfriend. "No! No, I've just never heard you say anything with a French accent."

"You have heard me. I said Mari with a French accent, and god knows I told you that I loved you in another language, only meaning that it had to have an accent tacked onto it." Remus waited for Sirius' giggles to stop. "Do you want me to tell you about my pets or not?" He couldn't help but laugh himself as he spoke.

"Yes! Yes, I'm sorry. Go on."

"Anyway..." Remus eyed his boyfriend sternly and smiled in a satisfied manner when he finally stopped laughing. "So there's the dog, three horses, three cats, and the fish."

"Just a fish? You got mad at me so you could tell me about a fish?"

"It's not just any fish..."

"Oh is it a big fish?"

"No. It's a goldfish." Remus closed his eyes and shook his head slightly when he spoke, an air of sophistication edging in his voice.

Sirius turned to look at Remus once more, a smile on his lips. "A goldfish. What's its name then?"

With the same air of sophistication, Remus spoke again. "Her name is Binky."

"Binky the goldfish?" Sirius made no attempt to hide his large smile as he let out a single syllable laugh.

"Yes. And she's the first pet I've ever had."

"How so?"

"She's my familiar actually..." Remus raised one eyebrow and let the other crease downwards. "But Mama made me get Pontu, the cat – because she didn't think that Binky would have been good enough to protect me. You know, I think she really hurt Binky's feelings when she said that. And my Mama had the nerve to say it right infront of her too. I felt so horrible for poor Binky... she pouted for days."

Sirius stared at his boyfriend with a smile frozen on his face, and his eyebrows raised. "Well is she okay now then?"

"Yes, she's fine. She's gotten over it." Remus smiled as he looked down and picked at the comforter. "I know how stupid I must sound, so stop looking at me like that. I can't help it if I love my fish."

"No, I don't think you sound stupid, Rem... I'm actually enjoying talking to you and having you respond like the teenager that you should respond as... or something to that effect..." Sirius smiled and lent over, kissing the tip of Remus' nose.

"You're sure you don't think I sound like a blathering idiot?" Remus looked up at Sirius from under his long eyelashes.

"Of course not."

Remus smiled. "So have you got any pets?"

"Nope... just my familiar, Fred."

"Fred the lovely owl?"

"Mhm. He's my only pet. My family won't allow me to have anything else... it took them long enough to agree for me to have a familiar – and to have a familiar is required." Sirius sighed. "And by my family, of course, I'm referring to my mother. God I can't believe that old bat is making me take everything out of my room and bring it to Hogwarts so the Malfoy's can stay in my house."

"You shouldn't speak ill of your mother, Siri." Remus looked up from the mattress and traced the profile of Sirius' face with his eyes.

Instead of replying, Sirius sighed. "I hate her for making me do this."

"Well how much stuff can you have?"

"Enough to fill a room the size of the smallest classroom in this school." Sirius sighed again.

"You... you have that much...?"

"Mhm." Sirius looked over at Remus and immediately regretted answering the question. "I'm sorry..."

"No. It's alright." Remus smiled and rolled onto his back. His voice was rather cheery as he spoke. "You don't need to apologize. Why are you apologizing anyway?"

"Because you havn't got as much as I do... and when I talk about it... it's like I'm flaunting the fact that my family has money and yours doesn't."

Usually, Remus would have taken offence to this statement, but instead shrugged and let it drift by. "Oh it doesn't matter, really." Remus let out a sigh and changed the subject. "I've decided to tell my Mama about us."

"What?"

"Yeah..." Remus turned to face Sirius and smiled, bringing his knees closer to his chest. "I want to tell her about us because-" He trailed off and propped himself up on his elbow smiling as he twirled a piece of Sirius hair in his fingers. "Your hair is so amazingly soft, you know that?" Remus then lent up and buried his nose in Sirius' hair, taking in the scent – laughing slightly when a few strands tickled his nose. "And it smells good too."

Sirius smiled, completely forgetting what Remus was about to say. "Thank-you... but it's getting a bit long though, I should probably cut it."

"Don't cut all of it... just get a trim around the nape of your neck and your bangs. In other words, just re-shape it. I love your hair when it's long." Remus continued to twirl a lock of Sirius' hair around his long, graceful fingers.

Sirius reached up to brush the back of his fingers against Remus' cheek. The two caught each other's eyes. Sirius broke the silence first. "I don't want you to go to France."

Remus sighed and let go of the hair he was playing with. Instead, he began to run his fingers through the length of Sirius' hair, calming his lover. "I don't want to go either, but I don't really have a choice."

"If she dies before school ends, will you still have to go?"

Remus' solemn face broke out into a kind smile. "Yes. We'll have to clean up her estate and wait around until it's been sold, and we also have to find places for the animals to go to."

"What're you going to do while you're there?"

"Go to secondary wizarding school I suppose." Remus sighed. "I'll have to wait until after the N.E.W.Ts to know which schools I can get into."

Sirius nodded and moved his hand to take Remus' free hand. He twined their fingers together and rest them both on his stomach, shifting his position so that his head was resting in the crook of Remus' arm, near his armpit. He smiled as he felt Remus' steady breath fall on his forehead.

Remus cleared his throat slightly. "When you said that you're still a virgin in the anal sex department... isn't that a lie?"

"...What do you mean?"

Remus shifted, resting his head on the palm of his hand. "Well... havn't you fooled around with other guys before?"

"Yes. But I havn't ever had sex with any of them. I wouldn't let myself do it, and I sure as hell wasn't about to let them do it."

"Oh..." Remus moved to rest his cheek on Sirius' head and frowned. "When did you know that you were gay?"

"I'd say about the middle of 6th year."

"...Th... Then why did you almost... with Madeline?"

Remus felt Sirius tense under his arm at the mention of her. Though the pain of finding the two together still lanced through Remus' heart, he gently lift his cheek and brushed Sirius' bangs away from his forehead – placing a gentle kiss to the newly exposed skin before resting his cheek once more on Sirius' forehead. This simple gesture seemed to help Sirius relax as the subject was brought up.

"I don't know why I did it." Sirius took in a shaking breath, not liking where the conversation was going. "I honestly don't know why I did it."

Remus nodded against his lover and kissed him again. Sometime during the night, the two had somehow moved up on the bed, so that their heads were on the pillows. They lay in silence for a long while, neither of them really sure what to say. Remus had untangled their hands, and was now running his fingers lightly up and down Sirius' bare forearm – as Sirius had rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. The two would join hands again, and watch as their fingers moved together – sliding in and out of each other's grasps, both of them smiling.

"What time is it?" Sirius yawned slightly as he scooted closer towards Remus' body.

Remus turned his right wrist, still not letting go of Sirius' hand. "3:21am."

"Wow... time passes quickly..."

"Well we left the ball at a bit after midnight, and got here at about 12:30... and we've been laying silent for the past hour." Remus untangled their hands and bodies and lightly pushed Sirius onto his back as he moved to straddle him.

Sirius nodded slightly and sat up; taking Remus into his arms as he rest his head on Remus' shoulder. Remus smiled and raised his legs so that his knees were just under Sirius' armpits; he then let his arms hang loosely around Sirius' neck.

"Are you tired?"

"No."

Remus nodded and rest his cheek against Sirius' head as he brought up his hands to gently comb through the back of Sirius hair.

Sirius breath was warm against Remus' throat as he spoke. "Why don't you ever call me Padfoot?"

"Because to me... you're Sirius. Does it bother you that I don't call you by that name?"

"No."

Remus smiled and lent back, lightly guiding Sirius' head back with his hands. Remus's eyes traveled across Sirius' features, almost as if he was memorizing them. Long, graceful fingers traced their way across Sirius brow, his cheeks, and his lips - finally coming to a rest at his jaw line, pulling him in for a kiss. The kiss was slow and gentle, and Remus felt his heart begin to race as they kissed.

Sirius ended the kiss first, feeling the change in his mate's heartbeat. He smiled and let his hands roam around Remus' back, coming to a rest on his shoulder blades. Remus smiled back and once more let his fingers trace over Sirius' face, biting his bottom lip as he did so. Sirius kept his eyes trained on Remus', watching as Remus' eyes fluttered around his face. Remus' smile fell to a slight curve of his full lips as he let his bottom lip free of the grasp his teeth had on it. Fingers brushed over Sirius' lips and jaw, barely touching the skin as they moved. Sirius closed his eyes as Remus let his fingers glide across Sirius' eyelashes; he opened them again only to be greeted with a pair of glassy amber eyes.

"What's wrong?"

Remus' nose flared slightly as he let his hand fall from Sirius' temple to his cheek, caressing the well-formed bone - sending shivers to shoot through Sirius' body as Remus moved his thumb. Remus' voice was shaking when he answered the question. "I don't want to go to France." As he closed his eyes, a tear fell from under his long lashes.

"Remus..."

Ever the positive person, Remus opened his eyes and smiled, moving his legs slightly as he reached down to undo the buttons of Sirius' shirt. Sirius merely watched Remus' eyes for any change in emotion as he felt his shirt being tugged out of his pants. Remus brushed the thin silk fabric aside, running his hands along the hard muscles of Sirius' shoulders, down his chest and back up again. He pushed Sirius down onto the bed, waiting until Sirius's head rest on the pillow before leaning over him and kissing his collarbone.

Sirius shook his head and lifted one hand to rest it on Remus' neck. "...Remus,"

"Please...?" Remus' voice was near a whisper, his eyes pleading for Sirius to say yes.

"Why?"

Remus felt his heart slam against his chest as he looked down into Sirius' eyes, knowing that this was the time to be solemn. "Because I need to be close to you."

Sirius let his hand rest on Remus' neck for a moment longer before pulling him down into a gentle kiss. Sirius's voice was soft and gentle when he spoke, coming in a rush of warm air against his lover's lips. "Then lay beside me, not with me."

Remus hadn't been expecting Sirius to refuse an offer for sex, but just the same – a small part of him was glad that Sirius had refused. Remus nodded slightly before un-straddling him and changing position to lie beside him. Folding his right arm under his chest, Remus moved so that his chest and thighs were pressed up against Sirius' body, his left arm slung over Sirius' chest, curling around his shoulder and clutching at the fabric of Sirius' shirt. Remus rest his head on Sirius' shoulder, feeling his arm brush across his shoulders and come to a rest just under his armpit, pulling him closer still. Sirius bent his arm towards his own head and untangled Remus' fingers from his shirt, instead, tangling his own fingers with Remus'. Remus smiled against Sirius' chest, closing his eyes as he felt Sirius' lips lightly kiss his forehead.

Remus took a short breath, keeping his eyes closed. "I'm sorry."

"What for?"

"For trying to make everything I'm feeling go away by trying to have sex with you instead of talking about it," Remus felt his lips quiver slightly as he continued to speak. "I shouldn't have done that, it was wrong of me to want to, and-"

"Shh... it doesn't matter, Rem." The hand that Sirius had been resting on Remus' rib cage moved, tightening a little at first, then releasing and lightly caressing his side. "What are you so upset about?"

"The fact that I'll be leaving you in four months and then after that... I won't know how long it will be until I see you again." Remus took a deep breath, letting it out when he opened his eyes.

"That's four months away... concentrate on what we have now. Don't worry about the future, it will sort itself out."

"How can you be sure? How can you know that we will see eachother again?"

"Because it doesn't work that way, Rem. You don't just fall in love and then just leave that person with no promise of a future." Sirius sighed slightly before continuing. "Don't doubt what we have, Remus."

"I don't doubt it, I'm just afraid that it will end when I leave."

"Do you want it to end when you leave?"

Remus didn't answer right away. Instead he kissed Sirius' chest and moved his leg so that it was lying overtop of Sirius'. "No. I don't ever want it to end... But we're teenagers, Sirius – how can we be sure that it will last?"

Sirius moved and instead of leaving his arm around Remus, he propped himself up on his elbow, moving the hand that was holding Remus' to place it to the side of his boyfriend's face. Remus lay propped on his own elbow, looking into Sirius' eyes. "Remus, if you think that trying to sever the bond between us is going to make it easier for you when you leave, it's not going to work. Either way, we're both going to be just as upset. Please don't do this now, not when we need eachother the most."

"I just... why does this have to be so hard? Why can't this happen to someone else?" Remus felt his eyes begin to feel with tears, noticing that the same thing was happening to his mate.

Sirius lightly rubbed his thumb along Remus' cheekbone, his smile allowed a tear to fall down his cheek. "I don't know all the answers... I can't claim to." He swallowed as he lent forward. "But... I do know... that I love you and I won't let you go without a fight."

Remus closed his eyes just as his own tears cascaded down his cheeks, and he then rest his forehead against Sirius'. "I love you too..."

Sirius lent forward and kissed Remus gently, smiling when the kiss ended. "This is getting far to depressing..." Sirius sat up and rubbed his eyes. "We need to pick up the pace a little."

Remus laughed slightly as he wiped his own eyes and sat up. "Then what do you propose we do?"

Sirius looked around the room, and spotted the bag of gillyweed. He smirked and crawled towards it, picking it up when he got there. Sirius spoke as he moved into a kneeling position. "How about we give your beloved brass dick a second use other than being the object of your affections?"

"Lust. The object of my lust." Remus smiled and crawled towards Sirius, kissing him quickly before speaking again. "That sounds like a wonderful plan."

"Brilliant!" Sirius smiled and hopped off the bed. "...Where's the lighter?"

"Urhm..." Remus moved and sat at the foot of the bed, swinging his legs back and forth – since they didn't quite touch the ground. "Near the couch? Didn't you throw it?"

"Why would I throw it?" Sirius paused and looked around the room. "Where's your wand?"

"On the coffee table."

"Excellent!" Sirius swiveled on one foot and nearly skipped towards the table, picking up the wand when he got there. "Accio Brass Penis Lighter." Sirius smiled as the lighter flew out from under the couch and into his hand. "Excellent... good brass dick." Sirius closed his fist around the lighter and placed Remus' wand back onto the table. He walked back towards Remus and kissed his cheek. "Much thanks for the use of your wand."

Remus smiled and handed Sirius one of the joints from the bag. "I'm sure my wand thanks you."

Sirius grin widened as he looked down at Remus' crotch, then back to his eyes.

Remus sighed. "Not that wand."

Sirius placed the joint into his mouth and shrugged with his hands in the air, level with his chest. "Hey, a guy can dream, can't he?"

"Indeed, and it'll stay a dream for at least an hour more." Remus smiled and lent forward, placing his own joint in his lips as Sirius held the lit lighter infront of his face. When he looked back up again, Sirius sported a crooked smile and was shaking his head. "What now?"

"I still can't get over the sight of seeing you smoking." He raised his eyebrows slightly as he lit his own joint. "It's rather odd to see your goody-two-shoes boyfriend smoking." Sirius held the joint between two fingers in on his left hand, holding out the other hand to Remus.

"I am not a goody-two-shoes." Remus scowled as he took Sirius outstretched hand. "And what are we doing?"

"Dancing." Sirius wrapped his arm around Remus' waist, placing the joint in his other hand into his lips.

"But there's no music."

"Ahh... excellent deduction skills, Mr. Lupin." With a grin, Sirius walked quickly towards the coffee table, picking up Remus' wand again, pointing it at a fuchsia pillow, and muttering an incantation. Within a few seconds, a fuchsia radio had been transfigured from the pillow. Sirius smiled at his accomplishment, and bent down to switch the station.

"Country, Sirius?"

"Why not?"

"You don't like country."

"But you do, don't you?"

Remus cleared his throat and blushed slightly. "...Sometimes." He added more to the statement as Sirius raised his eyebrows. "That's what happens when you were raised on it."

"No need to defend you music tastes with me, my darling Remus – I shant tell a soul of your deep, dark secret." Sirius flashed him a quick smile and took a drag of his joint.

"We can listen to something else if you want."

"Nonsense." Sirius smiled as he took Remus into his arms again. "Country is just fine."

Remus raised his arm and rest it on Sirius shoulder, taking Sirius's other hand in his. "Why do you get to lead?" He spoke as his joint hung from his lips.

"Because I am a man."

"And I'm not?" Remus scowled as Sirius led them to the beat of the song.

Sirius smiled. "Of course you're a man. You're a petite man though, and it would just look odd if you led."

Remus scoffed rather loudly. "Petite?"

"Oui, Monsieur, petite."

"Oh, are you French now?"

"Oui." Sirius smirked as he looked down at Remus, one eyebrow raised.

"Then tell me, my sweet Frenchman – serenade me with your words." Remus sucked in on his joint, amazed that he didn't let it drop when he exhaled.

Sirius made a show of clearing his throat before he spoke, still leading Remus around the room. "Toute huile pendra feu sil elle est surchauffée. Si l'huile fume, réduire la température."

Remus threw his head back and laughed, not caring that the joint had fallen from his lips and rolled somewhere to the side. Once his laughter had died down a bit, Remus managed to speak. "Have you any idea what you just said?"

"Not a bloody clue." Sirius smiled as he looked down at his dancing partner.

"You just told me that if any oil overheated it would burn, and that if the oil smokes – I should reduce the heat." Remus grinned as he looked up at Sirius.

"I memorized that off of some container of oil my mother has... that would explain it. Did I pronounce everything correctly?"

Remus grinned as he looked into Sirius' eyes. "Yes, you did."

"Excellent! I think I'm well on my way to becoming a Frenchman, don't you think?"

"Definitely." Remus shook his head, a smile still on his lips. Sirius had an amazing gift – the gift that allowed him to make any situation – no matter how sad, become a happy one.

"Where's your joint?"

"On the floor, I think."

Sirius gasped as he took his own joint out of his mouth. "Blasphemer! Get on your hands and knees and find it!" Sirius spoke in a commanding voice, a smile playing on his lips.

"Yes, Sir." Remus saluted him and dropped to his knees, searching around the floor. Once he found the joint, he noticed that it had burnt a small hole in the wood of the floor – but was still smoking. He smiled as he turned to look up at Sirius, holding the joint between his thumb and pointer finger. "Here, found it."

"Brilliant! You may re-join me."

Remus stood and eyed his boyfriend. "And if I don't want to?"

"Then you'll be forced to dance on your own, somewhere off in the corner – somewhere alone." Sirius finished with narrowing eyes.

Remus laughed. "Much like you are now?"

Sirius smiled as he looked down at himself. He had been dancing in spot for the last few seconds. "I can't help it if my body seems to move to the rhythm without my knowledge or consent."

"Indeed..." Remus smiled and stepped forward, placing his arm in the same place it had been before. Sirius greeted his movement with a smile and once more wrapped his arm around Remus' waist.

With his free hand, Sirius held his joint up to Remus' lips. Remus smiled before leaning forward and taking a drag.

The two had finished their joints and hadn't slept at all, as they had stayed up all night – dancing, singing off key to eachother, and talking. They had only noticed the passing of time when the sun had begun to rise, and the birds began to sing. The boys' found themselves sitting on opposite ends of the couch, playing a muggle game named 'Go Fish', considering every other game that Remus knew proved to be too hard for Sirius to understand.

Sirius brought his cards up near his eyes and narrowed one eye, leaving the other open when he looked at Remus. "Have you got a five?"

Laughing, Remus shook his head. "Go fish."

"Damn..." Sirius picked up a card and his expectant smile turned abruptly into a frown when he saw the card. Sirius quite enjoyed picking up cards and collecting them in his hand – it was his favorite part of the game.

"Have you got an ace?"

Sirius remained quiet for a moment, looking at his cards. "Shit." He picked out the card and passed it over to Remus. "Why must you take my cards?"

"Because the object of the game is to get as many pairs as you can, Siri. You're not supposed to be collect... oh dear... have you got any pairs in your hand?"

"Yes."

Remus rolled his eyes. "Then put them down! I was beginning to wonder why you had so many damn cards in your hands." Remus smiled, as he looked to the side and ashed his joint.

A few minutes later, Sirius had laid out as many pairs as he had – coming to a grand total of seven. Reaching over, Sirius picked up his cigarette from the ashtray and took a drag, holding it in his fingers as he looked up at Remus. "There, all better. Your turn."

"Have you got a nine?"

"AH-HAH! Noo, I haven't! Go fish!" Sirius broke out into a smile as he triumphantly watched Remus pick up a card, only to watch him put it back down again with a card of the same number. "Heyy... that's cheating."

"No it isn't, I picked up a matching card – so that means that I can put it down with its mate."

"I'd like to put you down..." Sirius narrowed his eyes at Remus and glared.

"Oh would you really?"

"Yes..." Sirius looked down at Remus as he tilted his head to the side slightly, taking a drag of his smoke.

Remus laughed and motioned to Sirius with his cards as he put out his joint. "It's your turn."

"Ooh!" Sirius smiled immediately and looked down at his hand, furrowing his eyebrows when he looked up again. "What time is it?"

Remus lift his arm and was about to answer when James came bursting through the door behind him.

"GET READY! CLASS STARTS IN 10 MINUTES!"

"Fuck!" Remus jumped up and hopped over the back of the couch, landing lightly on his feet and grabbing both his and Sirius' robes from James' arms. "Why didn't you come earlier?!"

"Because I thought you two would have come back last night! Hurry up! We've got McGonagall first – I'll wait for you downstairs." James watched as Sirius put out his smoke before quickly shutting the door behind him.

Remus turned and gasped when he saw that Sirius was standing right beside him. "Here, get changed – I'll do a charm to take care of our breath and hair."

"Yes, sir." Sirius quickly took his robes from Remus and began to change.

The two had successfully changed out of their clothes within 5 minutes, and had left the clothes from the night before lying in a heap on the floor beside the couch. Remus had fixed both his and Sirius' hair and breath with the charm, and the two now found themselves running down the steps to find James.

"Did you lock the door?" James shouted up the stairs to them.

"BULLOCKS!" Sirius yelled before he had promptly turned around and broke into a run up the stairs to mutter the locking spell on the door.

Remus laughed and shook his head as he picked up his bag. James had brought all three bags to the tower – and they all sat at the bottom of the stairs. "Thanks."

"Yeah, not a problem." James flashed Remus a smile, and turned to see Sirius dash down the stairs towards him. "Here's your bag, Pads." James tossed Sirius his bag and turned to head for the door. "Let's go!"

Remus, Sirius, and James ran the whole way to the school, cursing each step they had to run up on their way to McGonagall's class once they had made it into the school. The three came to a stop at the room, seeing that all the students were still waiting outside of the class.

James and Sirius panted heavily as they moved to lean against the wall on the opposite side of the hall across from the room. Remus followed them, bending slightly and placing his hands to his knees as he caught his breath.

"I... hate... this... school..." James panted as he ran a hand through his hair. "Why couldn't they-" He gasped slightly as his throat was dry. "invest in some moveable step or something?"

"Because we're wizards, Prongsie..." Sirius smiled slightly as his breathing was still heavy. "We can just apparate."

"That's.... illegal..." Remus put in just as he looked up. "I'm hungry and my mouth feels like it's made of powder..."

Sirius grinned as he turned to look at Remus. "Me too."

"You guys got high?" James looked back and forth between Sirius and Remus, finally having caught his breath. The two nodded. "Are you still high?"

Remus and Sirius looked at eachother and smirked.

"WHAT?!" James' mouth fell open. "You've GOT to be kidding me!"

Sirius clamped his hand over James's mouth, holding the back of James' head with his free hand. "Shut it, James... we don't need to get in trouble."

James' shock had melted into a smile and he nodded his head as Sirius let go of him. "Yeah, alright. When was the last time you-"

"About 15 minutes ago." Remus answered with a tight smile on his lips.

"Jesus Christ..." James shook his head as he looked from Sirius to Remus. "Good luck today." He laughed as he turned to walk towards the recently opened classroom. "This is going to be a very interesting day."

Sirius and Remus looked at eachother and groaned as they followed James into the class. Having already took his seat; Peter looked towards his friends and shook his head.

"You were nearly late."

"Stuff it, Wormtail." Sirius grinned as he spoke. This was the complete opposite of the way he had meant for it to come out - in a horribly negative manner.

Remus moved to sit down on his chair and nearly fell off of the seat. "Shit!" He gasped when Sirius caught him around the midsection to keep him from falling to the stone floor.

Sirius laughed as Remus sat down in his actual seat. "Be more careful next time."

"Well it's not my fault that it felt like the chair was under my ass when it was really off to the damn side..." Remus scoffed. "Some chairs are real bloody prattish in their dispositions."

Sirius laughed again as he looked at Remus. "Prattish? What's that?"

Remus opened his mouth and was about to answer, promptly furrowed his eyebrows, and closed his mouth – as he had just forgotten what he was about to say. "You know, I have no bloody idea what a 'prattish' is..."

"It sounds rather like a radish." James offered as he dipped the tip of his quill into the pot of ink. "Perhaps a small, furry animal."

"Such as yourself?" Sirius smirked as he turned to talk to James.

"Oh so-" James stopped suddenly as his eyes widened, laughing slightly. "Look at his eyes, Peter! They're so red!"

"What?" Peter looked up and stifled a grin. "Yes... yes they are fairly red, Sirius."

Sirius cursed and looked towards Remus. "Remus!"

"Sirius?" Remus turned to look at his boyfriend with a smile on his lips.

"Oh fuck..."

Remus' face turned serious within seconds at Sirius' words. "What?"

"Shit! Our eyes are all bloodshot!" Sirius cursed again, rubbed his eyes, and looked back up at Remus as he spoke. "Think McGonagall has ever gotten high?"

Remus burst out into laughter and clapped his hands once. "You've got to be out of your fucking mind, Sirius! No way in hell has that old bat ever-"

"Excuse me Mr. Lupin?!"

Remus turned and looked towards the front of the classroom. "Oh shit..."

Professor McGonagall's glare seemed to deepen as she stared at Remus. It was then, that Remus then made the biggest mistake of his life. His solemn face broke out into a smile, hardly being contained as it escalated into laughter.

Remus completely ignored the increasingly annoyed Professor and turned to speak to Sirius. "Have you ever noticed how all those pre-mature wrinkles stand out when she's mad?"

Sirius' laugh started as a quick nasal snort before both he and Remus broke out into loud laughter. Sirius turned to look at the Professor, and that only fueled his laughter. The Professor was standing at the front of the room with her hands on her hips, nostrils flared, and a scowl set upon her face. Remus looked towards the front of the class and clasped his hands over his mouth – still not doing much to halt his laughing. Though, at the time, it did seem to be a good idea in his inebriated state.

"Right. DETENTION!" McGonagall snapped as she watched the two boys dissolve into yet another loud fit of laughter.

The rest of the class was having a hard time trying not to join in, but seeing how furious the Professor was – it provided a very good excuse not to break out and follow Sirius and Remus' example of what not to do in Professor McGonagall's classroom.

"SHE JUST SPIT!" Sirius screamed out suddenly though his charade, pointing at the Professor. Thus, causing Remus to let his hands fall from his face and break out into a round of silent laughter.

The Professor had had enough of this mistreatment – and began to scream at the two misbehaving 7th years. "I would have expected this from Mr. Black – but from you, Mr. Lupin?! Get out of my class... NOW! BOTH OF YOU! GET OUT!" She thrust her finger towards the door. "I will be contacting the Headmaster concerning your behavior!" She watched as Remus and Sirius packed up their bags, still laughing. "50 Points from Gryffindor! From the both of you!"

No matter the consequences that ensued, the last thing that the class heard before the door slammed, was a loud whoop of joy. For two very stoned Marauders had just gained their first free period of the day.

Author's Notes:

I'm not going to write tons down here... for no words are really coming to me. At the moment, it feels as if I've been actively rolling around in fibreglass - so I ITCH LIKE NO ONES BUISNESS. MWARWUHASUDHS... Ehhem - I apologize. -smiles-

I did want to address a few people, but - that'll come next chapter, I promise. I love you all still, each and every one of you. -smiles- Anyway, um... thank-you to the readers from this story who read "Strange and Beautiful" - It was a huge change for me when I wrote that... and I'm glad you liked it.

There won't be any spoilers - as I have yet to think of one... Haa... -shifty eyes-

Anyhow, let me know what you thought of the chapter by reveiwing - I love you all for it. Thank-you in advance. Also, if I don't adress you personally, don't take offence to it - because if I addressed everyone, the chapters would never end, you know? I still love you even if I don't mention you.

Thank-you all for being patient with me while I wrote this, as the ideas would come and go, as would the fluent writing moods. -smiles- I hope you enjoyed reading the chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Catch you all on the flipside!!!! -leaves out cookies, crackers, chips, and fruit-