(AN:: The following italics is a dream sequence, of what would happen - be Remus not a Werewolf, and none of the Marauders friends.)

Remus sat near the teacher's tables at lunch, in the Great Hall. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying desperately to force the shaggy threads of sandy blonde hair out of his eyes. Curling the hair behind his ears doesn't help, it only falls back again, and then the ends seem to fly out from behind his ears to stab him in the eye – causing his amber eyes to begin to water in irritation. Remus swears at his hair. He hates this ungrateful length and the fact that it is always brushing the nape of his neck, and shadowing along his cheeks constantly tickling the skin.

Abandoning his effort to tuck his hair behind his ears, Remus gathers his hair into his hand, and rests his elbow on the wooden table. He holds the hair up at the crown of his head, finally happy that none of the hair is escaping from his long fingers. He can't wait until it's long enough to tie back and tuck – safely – behind his ears.

Looking down at his parchment, Remus begins to write the difference between adult and young Unicorns for his Care of Magical Creatures essay. The young ones are golden, and the adult – white. He is immersed in his writings – big letters that join together for a long word, only to break from swift handwriting to become printing. Remus hates his writing. It's big, messy, and he can't ever keep it looking constant. Every day seems to bring a different type of cursive. Handwriting, printing, all of it jumbled into one, big letters, small letters, slanted, non-slanted.

Remus sighs and dips his quill into the inkwell.

"Hullo."

Remus looks up, startled. Someone is sitting on the table beside him, someone he doesn't really know. Remus lets his hair down, and it floats comfortably to frame his face. Reaching to his shoulder, Remus scratches it after he has set his quill down. "...Um, Hi."

"I'm Sirius Black."

"...I know." Remus smiles sheepishly from the corner of his mouth and looks back down at his parchment.

"And you are..." Sirius Black tips his head to the side and scratches the back of his neck.

"Oh! Remus Lupin." Remus lets his hands fall from above the table to underneath it, hiding the various dots and splashes of ink on his fingertips. Suddenly he feels nervous.

"Remus?" Sirius smiles and nods his head. "How're you, Remus?"

"I'm fine..." Remus doesn't think to relate the question back to this boy who's sitting just inches away from his freshly finished Potions assignment.

"That's good... Um... so I heard that you're really good at astrology...?"

Remus wonders vaguely if this Sirius Black – someone whom he's only talk to twice in his life, is up to something. Considering he hangs out with... who was it? That boy with the glasses who's always chasing Lily and the other one... umm... Pete? No, Peter – that's what his name is. Whatever these people's names are, Remus knows that they cause a lot of trouble around the school. "I suppose so. I know enough about it."

Remus notices that Sirius looks to the side slightly before bending down and leaning closer. "How much do you know about it?"

"Enough." Remus offers with a slight smile and raise of an eyebrow. He can't help but feel that Sirius almost doesn't want to be seen talking to him.

Sirius nods. "Would you help me with it?"

Remus nearly breaks out into laughter, but contains it safely. "Help you? What for? I don't even know you Sirius."

"Sure you do, you know me now." Sirius smiles. "But yeah... I really need help with it. I havn't got any clue what we're supposed to be learning right now, and – I need to know it for the exam coming up."

Watching Sirius as he speaks, Remus sees that Sirius' eyes are blue after Sirius brushed his bangs away from his eyes. "Why don't you ask your friends? I think that maybe you should ask them before you ask someone you don't know to help you with the work you should already know." Remus pauses. "Why would you ask help from someone you've only spoken with twice?" He finishes with a quirked smile on his lips.

Sirius furrows his eyebrows. "What? We... twice?"

"Yes... this being the second. The first was on the train in first year. You asked me if the seat was taken – I said it was... a-and then... you left and... s-shut the door..." Remus ran his hand through his hair and shook his head, feeling a slight blush tinge his cheeks. He spoke under his breath. "Shit..."

"You... you remembered that?" Sirius answered with a small laugh.

"Err... yeah. I remember a lot of things. I have a really good memory. You know, I'm good at... err... remembering things. Information! I'm good at remembering information. Really good." Remus closed his eyes and sighed. Why was Remus feeling so nervous all of a sudden? Hell, it was just Sirius Black. Nothing far to important about him – nothing at all. He was just another person with gorgeous blue eyes and the shiniest black hair Remus had ever...

Sirius raised his eyebrows. He has noticed that Remus has become flustered. Jumbling his words together – repeating himself in a nervous fashion. Sirius smirked and looked around the room again, and lent down. He spoke in a small whisper. "Do you fancy me, Remus?"

"What?!" Remus' eyes shot up from the tabletop where they had previously been engaged with studying the swirls and knots of the wood. Remus lent forward slightly, eyes shifting quickly from side to side as he spoke in a small voice. "I-I'm not gay!"

Sirius shook his head, still smiling. "I didn't ask if you were gay. I asked if you fancied me."

"No! I don't!" Remus lent forward. "I don't fancy you, Sirius. I'm not gay."

Sirius lent back, a twinkle forming in his eye. "Yeah alright then... so will you help me?"

Remus felt extremely flustered. And his cheeks were uncomfortably hot. "Ask your friends... I don't think that I'm the person to help you..."

"Yeah, alright. I'll ask them and let you know tomorrow what they say. How's that sound?"

"I... fine, I suppose." Remus nodded.

"Great!" Sirius jumped off of the table and smiled, flipping his head to the side – causing his long hair to fly out of his eyes. "See you later, mate."

Remus let out a small breath and spoke in a soft tone. "I... yeah, see you."

Sirius held up a hand and waved as he walked back towards the end of the table he sat at with the boy in the glasses... JAMES! James! That's what his name was... it was James... the end of the table where he sat with James and Peter. Remus held up his own hand, moving first upwards with jerking motions before falling to his lap again.

"I can't believe you were talking to Sirius Black!" A girl, named Katrina Walker swooped down and rested her head on her hands. "He's so gorgeous... what did he want?"

"Help with his astrology homework... I think." Remus shrugged and lifted his eyebrows almost nervously, keeping eye contact with his only friend the whole time.

"You thi-"

Katrina was interrupted by loud laughter at the other end of the table. Remus looked towards the sudden outburst and found that James was looking straight at him and laughing. Sirius lifted his hand and winked, still smiling – as he wiggled his fingers in Remus' direction.

Remus's eyes went wide slightly as he stared at Sirius. His eyebrows furrowed and he looked back down at his books, which were sprawled out on the table infront of him. Remus then pressed his lips together in a line and began to quickly gather his books and parchment together. He spoke in a low tone to Katrina.

"Turns out he didn't need help. He needed someone to pull a prank on. God I'm so stupid... I should have seen that... I-I have to go." Remus offered Katrina a small smile. "I'll talk to you later."

Remus quickly gathered his books into his arms and hurried past the laughing students. He turned and glared at Sirius, who was still sitting there with a smug smile on his face. Remus left the hall – feeling his cheeks burning with rage at the fact that he allowed Sirius – someone he shouldn't have trusted to begin with – to even talk to him. Remus shook his head and made way for the Gryffindor tower – suddenly not in the slightest hungry.

Lying on his side, Remus felt a warm finger running from between his eyebrow and down his nose. The finger tickled his skin, so, feeling it once more – Remus jerked his head to the side. The finger just wouldn't relent! Remus finally opened his eyes, only to come face to face with his mate. Sirius smiled.

"Morning."

Remus sighed happily and shifted his position, stretching his legs slightly. "Morning, Siri."

"How'd you sleep?" Sirius stayed on his side, facing Remus.

"Mmm... alright, I guess..." Yawning, Remus lay on his back and brought his hand up to his face to scratch under his nose with the back of his hand.

"You guess?" Sirius furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head slightly as it rest on his hand.

"Mm... was a bit warm last night..." Remus grinned and that immediately prompted a loud yawn.

"Tends to happen when two bodies are sleeping together, love."

Remus opened his eyes and raised an eyebrow. "Love...?"

"Am I not allowed to call you that, then?" Sirius cocked his head to the side, a small grin appearing on his lips.

"No... it's fine, you've just... you know, never called me that before."

Sirius grinned and leaned over, kissing Remus' forehead before he swirled around and sat up, legs dangling off of the side of the bed. Remus stretched for a moment, the bones in his back cracking back into place after having slept in a cramped place. Sitting up, he wrapped his arms around Sirius' stomach.

Remus dropped a kiss to Sirius' shoulder and whispered into his ear. "Race you to the showers?"

Before Sirius could react, Remus had pushed himself off of the bed, grabbed a towel from on top of his trunk, and raced towards the door.

"HEY!"

The loudness of Sirius's complaint caused everyone still in the dorms to grumble and turn over in their sleep. Had there been a camera, the picture would have caught many bodies turning all in synch with eachother onto their other side or stomach, and away from Sirius' booming voice and both boy's thundering footsteps.

Sirius let out a laugh and grabbed his own towel before running after Remus, making as much noise as possible in the process. By the time Sirius had made it to the showers, Remus was standing naked infront of him, a smile being the only thing he wore.

Sirius immediately closed the door, and as he turned around, his eyes roamed up and down Remus' body appreciatively.

"What's the occasion...?"

Remus grinned and looked down at Sirius' crotch before looking back up into his grey-blue eyes. "...Morning wood?"

Sirius laughed, stripped off his pajama pants, and began at a determined walk towards his lover. "As good a reason as any, I say."

"Mmm... do you? Because I've never heard you say that before." Remus quirked an eyebrow, a sly grin on his lips.

Sirius rolled his eyes and walked past Remus, a hand trailing over Remus' hip, his abdomen, and eventually his other hip. Remus felt his stomach flop as Sirius' lips pressed against his shoulder, and he immediately turned and wrapped his arms around Sirius' waist, feeling an inexplicable need to be close to his lover – not that Sirius was complaining.

Sirius grinned and pulled Remus forward towards the showers, and managed to detach him long enough to turn on the tap and find an appropriate temperature before Remus reached forward and pushed Sirius into the spray of the water with a smile.

Before Sirius could offer a word edgewise, whether it was to scold Remus for shoving him into the shower, or to say something idiotic like 'you've got me wet', Remus wrapped his arms around Sirius neck and shoved him back against the wall, capturing his lips in a hard kiss.

A muffled noise escaped Sirius throat as he tried his hardest to kiss Remus back with the same strength, and somehow wrap his mind around the idea that Remus was ravishing him in the shower – and with everyone who was still sleeping in earshot. A very un-Remusy thing to do... well, sort of. Sirius had just gotten the hang of handling Remus in this state (which, quite frankly, he rather liked), when Remus leant back, winked, and slipped down onto his knees.

"What in God's name are you doing, Remus?"

Remus looked up at Sirius, cocked his head to the side, and blinked. "Saying good morning."

"Good mor— we already did that, Remus... what's... why are you between my legs?" Sirius immediately wondered why he sounded as if he was protesting, and fought the urge to smash his head back against the tile for making such a mistake.

"Are you objecting to my means of saying good morning?"

"NO! ...No... no of course not... It's just..."

"Yes?"

"You... what's gotten into you?" Again with the protesting. Sirius immediately reached down and ran the backs of his fingers down the side of Remus' face. "Do me a favour... and nevermind that I said that... okay?"

Remus simply nodded and smiled, before ducking his head down and taking Sirius' length into his mouth. Sirius let out a very low moan when he felt pressure around the head of his penis and watched Remus' cheeks hollow. Sirius was convinced, that this was when Remus looked the most gorgeous-- on his knees, because it hardly ever happened anymore.

Just as Remus was about to reach up and fondle Sirius' sac, (a technique he had learned, whist reading 'How To' books in the deep of night under his blankets) the door bust open and James's voice filled the room.

"Morning!"

Letting out a loud groan, Sirius' head fell back and hit the tile of the shower's wall. And he watched, mournfully, as Remus stood up and shrugged. "...Morning, Prongs."

Stretching, James yawned and pulled off his boxers, getting ready to shower. "Sleep well?"

"What do you have to be so happy about this morning?!" Sirius snapped, as he watched Remus lather his hair with shampoo.

"Everything! The birds, the trees, th--"

"You and Lily shagged, didn't you?" Sirius started lathering up his own hair, and as the thought of getting off faded into the distance, the swelling of his cock faded away aswell.

"Did we ever!" James shouted over the sound of running water. "For two hours, Pads! She was--"

"James do you think that Lily would really appreciate you talking about the intimate details of your sex life with people other than her?" Remus interrupted, using a stern voice as he pushed Sirius under the tap to wash the soap out of his eyes. Once you've gotten soap in your eyes, you're bound to have it happen again. Well, that was the case with Sirius, anyway.

"Uhh... no, but I have to tell you guys. You're my best mates."

Remus sighed. "You don't have to tell us anything... and, look, as much as I like you James, I don't want to hear about your 'conquests' with Lily."

Sirius made a face at Remus. "Speak for yourself." With that, Sirius called over towards his friend. "She was what, Prongsie?"

"Loud! And she bit me a lot... you can still see the marks on my shoulder." James said, and, by the tone of his voice, Remus could tell he was just beaming.

"Good on you, mate! Did she do anything freaky?" Sirius urged, as he carefully combed the conditioner through his hair.

"Erm, well, describe freaky?"

"Lets see... tying up, whips, chains, handcuffs... or... slapping you around just to get off on the sound of you screaming."

"Sirius that's not something you should be asking him..." Remus said in a quiet tone as he finished rinsing off his body, and watched as the soap swirled and collected at the bottom of the stall and was sucked down by the drain. "It's really not your business what they do in the bedroom."

"Oi, yes it is – he knows what we do, so I don't see wh--"

"WHAT?!"

Before Sirius could speak, James's laugh was heard over the rising steam. "Quite the little animal in the sack, aren't you Remus?"

"EXCUSE ME?!" Remus gaped at the foggy figure of James as he watched him scrubbing his head.

"Sirius told me all about that little escapade a few days ago... you know - when you screamed and moaned louder than you ever had before when he had you tied to the bedposts."

Remus's eyes snapped towards Sirius in a glare. "...That wasn't mppffh!"

With lightning speed, Sirius clapped his hand over Remus' mouth, and leaned in towards him, his eyes flashing when he spoke, his voice coming out a mere whisper beside Remus' ear. "Just let me have this one, okay? I can't have James knowing that I don't dominate anymore, all right? My integrity would be damaged... he'd tell everyone that I was takin' it up the arse and not complaining one bit about it." Sirius' face morphed into one that resembled a puppy begging for forgiveness. "Please keep it secret?"

It was true. The dominance between the two had indeed switched. Sirius no longer wanted to be on top, and nearly every time Remus would suggest that he did top, he'd only end up doing it because Remus talked him into it – telling Sirius how wicked it felt to have his hard length inside of him. Stroking Sirius's ego (among other things), usually caused him to give in and decide to top, first of all, because he wasn't able to resist Remus' big amber eyes, and – secondly, it made Sirius feel manly to have Remus writhing underneath him and begging for more. Sirius had indeed, become an almost exclusive bottom – and he liked it that way. The underlying fact of the matter (or more commonly known as the truth) was that the wolf inside of Remus had had enough of being dominated over, and, had decided that enough was enough, and that his partner would not execute such power over him any longer. Sirius had taken kindly to Remus' order, and confessed that he rather preferred to be on the bottom, much to Remus' surprise.

Sirius dropped his hand from Remus' mouth, waiting to hear his answer.

"What was that, Remus?" James said, his ears straining to hear what Remus was about to say.

"I was going to say that wasn't a few days ago, it was a week ago." Remus answered as he stared at Sirius.

In a moment's time, any anger that Remus could have been harboring was washed away when Sirius' face melted into a sweet smile and he leant forward - kissing Remus' lips gently.

"Thank-you." Sirius' lips retained their sweet smile.

Remus nodded. "Just don't let me catch anyone talking about our sex life again, or you'll have hell to pay for, and no sex life to talk about, period. Understood?"

Along with the switch of positions in bed, Remus' attitude had taken on one of a more aggressive lover, and he didn't stand to be pushed around by his mate. If he made demands of Sirius, they were always met, and always carried through with the highest of pleasure and hunger to perform them. Their attitudes had, in private, taken on much the same as their status as dog and a Werewolf. One always in command, and the other – always eager to please until thrown a treat and told 'good job'.

Sirius nodded. "Yes."

All three boys had finished showering, and after shutting off the tap, Remus lent forward and kissed Sirius gently on the lips. "That's a good boy."

Sirius grinned at the words, and a faint blush found its way to his cheeks. Stepping out, he first handed Remus a towel, then found one for himself. Remus nodded in thanks and quickly covered his bottom half and watched as James walked out of his own stall.

"You two never answered me." James sighed, roughly toweling his hair dry.

"...You said something?" Sirius asked, as he walked towards the mirror. "I didn't catch it."

Wrapping the towel around his waist, James followed suit, and moved to stand beside Sirius. "Yeah because you were ignoring me."

"Oi, was not. I was simply using my selective hearing. And, it just happened to tune you out in favour of hearing something else." Sirius grinned as he looked at James.

Before James could start anything, and he had readily opened his mouth, insult on hand - Remus cut in, towel wrapped around his shoulders. "James... we should go."

"...Where're you goin'?" Sirius turned and looked from Remus to James and back to Remus.

"Shopping." Remus answered simply, water dripping down from his hair to fall on his nose and finally to the floor.

"Ooh... what for?"

"Nothing that concerns you, Padfoot." James said, eyes narrowed at his friend.

Completely ignoring James's remark, Remus ran a hand through his hair and spoke gently. "For your present."

"My present?!"

"Yes. Your birthday party is in a few days, and, I have yet to get you anything. I've asked permission to go to Hogsmeade from Dumbledore, claiming that I needed emergency school supplies and my friends couldn't offer me anything."

"That was my idea." James interjected.

Nodding, Remus glanced at James before looking back at Sirius and continuing. "Aye, so it'll have to be fast."

Sirius crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. "You already know what you're getting me then?"

Grinning, Remus leant up and kissed Sirius cheek. "Of course I do."

Sirius wrinkled his eyebrows together. "But I thought you weren't getting me an— Have a good time!" His confused face immediately morphed into a great big smile.

Shaking his head, Remus walked out of the bathroom and towards the bedroom. At Remus' leave, Sirius immediately rounded on James.

"What's he getting me, Prongs?"

"A hearing aid."

"What?!"

"Nevermind..." Sighing, James left Sirius in the bathroom alone to try to figure out just what the hell a hearing aid was in the first place.

Author's Notes::

WOW. Has it EVER been a long time since the last chapter update, huh? No, I am NOT dead, and yes, I am STILL going to finish this story. Most sincere apologies for making you all wait, what, an ice age for the next update. I promise I'll try to get the next chapter done within a month.

School you know, it's a jackass. -sighs-

In anycase, I do hope you enjoy this chapter, and please - if you've any ideas for Sirius' Birthday, LET ME KNOW, okay? I'd be much abliged to hear them. Let me know what you think about the change in Sirius-Remus dominence thing, too... aye?

-GRIN-

Talk soon, much love to all of you faithful readers, who, through all the time I was idle - sent me messages - hoping that I wasn't dead, threatening me to continue, and guilting me into writing. Without you, the world would be lost. LOL.

Toodles!!!!!