Take Out The Seeker

A/N: This one's taken a while. I'm having a major self-confidence crisis at the moment, re-reading stuff and just hating it! In light of a review I got, who thinks they're too emotional for boys? Just so I know.

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"You look so pretty when you're surprised." Sirius had no time to dwell on the compliment, as Remus's lips descended on his, blocking out all conscious thought. How could someone have this much power over him? Though Sirius usually seemed to hold control of the physical situation between them, he knew that the emotional power lay with Remus. Remus could tell him to do anything, and he would do it. He was that smitten. And now, with the sudden appearance of the wandless magic, Remus's control reached beyond just emotional, as Sirius had just found out.

He wondered if Remus realised the actual intimacy of their current position; the smaller boy was virtually spread-eagled across him as they kissed. As he had been taken by surprise, Sirius was flat on his back, arms a little way out from his sides, being pretty much the passive one. Slowly, he moved his hands up behind Remus's head, lightly running his fingers through the waves of tawny hair.

Despite all the girls he had been out with, he had never been kissed like this. Then again, he'd never been in love with any of them. Remus was the first person he had ever kissed and really meant it.

At length, Remus pulled away and sat up slightly, smiling at him.

Suddenly, Sirius cursed under his breath. In response to the questioning look he received, he explained with an annoyed attempt at a smile: "I need the bathroom."

Remus shook his head, smiling. "Nice timing…" He rolled off of Sirius and let him get up, whisking the hangings open again. "Sure that wasn't just an excuse to get out of the position where I was in control for once?"

Sirius laughed as he headed for the bathroom. "You wish."

When he came out of the bathroom shortly after, he found Remus stood on tiptoe, fixing a broken ring on the top of the hangings, at the point where they met the wall. Silently, he crept closer until he was right behind him. Then he swiftly caught Remus's arm and turned him round at the same time as pushing him up against the wall. Suddenly trapped, Remus gave a resigned smile. "Looks like you're back in control. I –" His words were abruptly cut off as Sirius kissed him again, sliding a hand behind his head to pull him even closer. He quickly draped his own arms around the taller boy's neck as the kiss deepened into a desperate battle for power, where it didn't matter who won.

Abandoning all conscious thought once more, Sirius gave himself over to the primal instinct to push Remus against the wall and kiss him until he forgot his own name. He hadn't planned for the tidal wave of feeling he was experiencing himself; he couldn't stand even an inch of space between them, and the way they fitted together made him tremble inside. His heart nearly forgot how to beat as Remus's body pressed against his. They couldn't go on doing this; soon things would go too far.

At last he ran out of air and pulled back, breathing fast. "I… I think we should stop."

"Why?" Remus's voice was husky, his face was adorably flushed, and his body was still pressed against Sirius's in a way that was certifiably 'inappropriate'. For a moment, he looked far less innocent than before.

His question made Sirius think. Why should they stop? It wasn't like it felt wrong. But still, he had to make a concerted effort to explain. "I just don't want this to turn into something we might regret later." There, that was pretty much it.

"Sirius…" Remus lifted one hand to cradle Sirius's chin. "You're worrying too much. Does this feel wrong?" He paused for a moment or two, gathering himself enough to get his next words out. "Would it feel wrong if we went further? If we…" he trailed off, blushing. "I love you."

"I know." Sirius lowered his eyes. "I love you too, it's just… I don't want it to be like…" He struggled for a way to finish his sentence. At last he raised his gaze again. "I don't want it to be like I'm taking advantage of you or anything."

Remus frowned. "Why would it be like you're… oh." His eyes were wide and looked like they had been drained of some of their vitality. He didn't pull away, which somehow made Sirius feel worse. "You've… before."

"Yeah," Sirius said softly, hating himself. "Twice, last year."

Remus let out a quiet sigh that almost broke Sirius's heart. "I'm so sorry; I'm totally overreacting… you're not a monk, and you said yourself that you didn't think I'd ever want to be with you…"

Sirius swallowed. "You're not overreacting… it's my fault."

"No." Remus looked at him with the expression that he assumed when he took control. "No. It's not. It's not like you took a vow of chastity or anything; you're only human."

"I guess you haven't then."

Looking completely solemn, Remus shook his head. "No, I haven't. I guess I've just never been in that kind of relationship before."

Suddenly, Sirius was hit by the full weight of his meaning. "So you'd… want me as your first time?"

"Of course," Remus whispered. "If you'd have me."

Sirius's heart melted. "Of course I'd have you! I just don't know if… if we're ready. I want it to really mean something."

The smile that appeared on Remus's face was soft, tentative and almost sad. "It's you. How could it not? Just being with you is special."

"I… I still don't know."

Remus smiled more strongly. "Who would have thought it? You being unsure and me being the one to try and persuade you."

"Yeah." Sirius managed to smile back. "The others should be back soon… so we should really finish this conversation another time…"

"It's okay," Remus answered, reaching out to stroke his dark hair. "There's no rush." He leaned in and pressed a single chaste kiss to Sirius's lips. "It's so inconvenient that James and Peter have to come back."

"I know…" Sirius smiled. "But you know how to do a silencing and approaching charm, right?"

Remus flashed him a mischievous smirk. "That I do."

Sirius winked demonically. "Your place or mine?"

"Patience, cariño," Remus raised his eyebrows admonishingly. "You've got a match tomorrow; you need your sleep tonight. How about another night? After the others are asleep; it'd just be too weird otherwise."

"Why don't we just nick the map and Prongs' cloak, and go to the Room of Requirement?"

Leaning back against the wall, Remus smiled slowly. "I like it. It's simple, but effective."

Sirius nodded approvingly. "My thoughts exactly. And by the way, what did you just call me?"

"What, cariño?"

"Yeah, that."

Remus's eyes sparkled. "It means darling."

Sirius nearly went for him again, and probably would have done had the reappearance of James and Peter not been imminent.

The thought clearly occurred to Remus as well. "What did you say to James to get out of practice?"

Sirius cast his mind back to what felt like an age ago. "I said I had a stomach ache."

"Okay." Remus took control again. "You'd better make it convincing. Go and lie down." After watching Sirius obey, he sat down on his own bed and picked up his book again. "Good boy," he added teasingly.

Their timing turned out to be pretty accurate, as it was only a few minutes before Peter and James tumbled through the door, grinning like idiots. Remus looked up and immediately burst out laughing. "What the hell happened to you?" he asked through his veil of mirth.

James was covered in mud, but didn't stop smiling. "I only went and cracked the Wronski Feint! I hit the ground about six times – hence the mud – but now I can do it! We're going to beat the Slytherins stupid tomorrow." He bent down to take off his boots, glancing over at Sirius. "How's the stomach ache?"

Sirius propped himself up on his elbows with a melodramatic groan. "It's not too bad."

James nodded, flinging his boots in the direction of his trunk as he straightened up. "You going to be okay to play tomorrow?"

Sirius grinned. "You mean to watch you propel yourself into the ground at high velocity? I wouldn't miss it for the world."

James looked quite aggrieved at the lack of anything heavy to throw at him. Sirius, meanwhile, picked up his copy of the Beater's Bible and started flicking through it.

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"And Slytherin score! It's sixty all!" The voice of some obscure student blared out across the stadium, raising cheers and boos from the crowd. It was about two hours into Sunday's match, play was getting dirty, and there was no sign of the Snitch. When James had flown past the stands a minute or two before, Remus and Peter had been close enough to see his sour expression; he was bored.

The Quaffle returned to the middle of the pitch, and the teams started scowling at each other with renewed vigour. Remus wasn't really paying much attention to the Chasers anyway; he was too busy watching Sirius. Watching him had always been the main activity that prevented Quidditch from being boring. The way he looked around attentively for the Bludgers, the way he flew so gracefully, the way he swung at a Bludger… and the Bludger flew… and hit the Slytherin Seeker neatly in the head, knocking him the mercifully short distance from his broom to the ground. He was out cold, and after several minutes where various members of staff tried to revive him, efforts were at last ceased, and he was carried off to the Hospital Wing.

When the Snitch finally appeared ten minutes later, there was no contest; within moments it was wriggling in the gloved hand of James, who looked distinctly peeved at the lack of an opportunity to use his new (somewhat risky) skill.

He looked even more annoyed when the party picked up in the Gryffindor common room a few hours later, and he quickly discovered that Sirius was the hero of the hour.

The boy in question was mingling with hordes of adoring Gryffindors, extolling the virtues of Scrimgeour's Beater's Bible ("Well it's the top tip really; 'take out the Seeker'."). At last, he shook off a fifth year girl who looked like she was about to swoon, and made his way to the sofa in the corner where Remus was drinking a Butterbeer and watching in amusement.

As Sirius flopped down beside him, he held out an unopened bottle, which Sirius took. "How are your fans?"

"Wonderful." Sirius grinned. "They can't get enough of me. And who could blame them? I'm pretty great myself." He smiled to show he was joking, before uncorking the bottle and taking a sip. "Where's Jamie?"

"Upstairs," Remus replied. "He got in a bit of a snit about everyone ignoring him. Peter's up there trying to fix his bruised ego."

Sirius rolled his eyes. "He should be down here; I'm sure he'd find someone to listen to him. There's only so much people can take of Beater tactics."

"True." Frowning, Remus leaned over towards him. "Siri, are you wearing makeup?"

The dark-haired boy coloured up slightly. "Yeah, eyeliner. Are you going to give me the whole 'makeup is for girls' spiel?"

Remus shook his head. "Nope. I was just going to say it looks good on you." He smirked and took another sip of his drink.

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A/N: Sorry, I have a mental picture of Sirius in eyeliner... yummy emo boy... hehe. Warning you now, I'm probably going to change the summary of this fic soon, to make it more up to date. I'm just saying that so no one gets thrown by it.