Yes, this is a very long part. It's got a few parts within it, and each one is a different scene of Remus and Sirius. It starts out nice and fluffy though it gets a little angsty towards the end, but nothing too bad. I hope you enjoy it!
Sirius and Remus : Seven To One
Five : Five Kisses
1.) Second Year -
"Hey, Remus?" A very young Sirius Black whispered, as he kneeled next to Remus Lupin's bed. It was nearly midnight, and Sirius had recently awaken from a terrible dream of his mother's anger and his father's abuse.
A groggy Remus opened an eye to peer at the visibly shaking Sirius. "What's wrong, Siri?" Remus asked, suddenly alert, and worried. He moved over in his bed, patting the spot next to him, beckoning Sirius to join him.
Sirius did as Remus wished, crawling under the covers next to the werewolf. "I had a bad dream," Sirius said, blushing in the darkness, feeling stupid. It hadn't sounded as dumb when he'd said it in his head, but now that he lay next to the love of his life, he felt incredibly weak and foolish, "I'm sorry for waking you up, Rem. It was stupid."
Remus carefully wrapped an arm around Sirius' waist, nuzzling his face into Sirius' hair. He was too tired to care about how awkwardly close he was to his best friend. Had it been anyone else, then maybe he would've been worried.
"It's not stupid, Siri. If something's scared you, then you have every right to wake me up," Remus paused, sighing contentedly as he breathed in the scent of Sirius. Merlin, did he smell good. "You've always been there for me during my nightmares," Remus finished quietly.
Smiling happily, Sirius shifted to face Remus better, "Hey, Rem," he said softly.
"Mmm?" Remus mumbled, as his consciousness slipped out of his grasp.
"Thanks." And with that, Sirius tilted his head, kissing Remus briefly, before instinctively moving closer to the now sleeping werewolf. Both boys fell asleep with smiles plastered on their faces.
2.) Third Year -
Thirteen. Such a tender age. First year of the teenage adventure, first year in which maturity begins to kick in, and most of all. . . . First year for First Kisses.
But, for two Gryffindor Third Years, thirteen was slipping away faster than they'd have liked. Both boys were nearly fourteen, and yet, as they admitted to each other only, neither of them had yet received their First Kiss.
Remus entered his dormitory after a long and tiring day of classes to find it occupied only by Sirius. He dropped his bag, and plopped himself wearily next to Sirius. Resting his head on Sirius' shoulder, Remus began, "So, Sirius. . . ."
"Yeah, Rem?" Sirius asked, dropping the Quidditch magazine he'd been looking at, subconsciously placing his hand in Remus' tawny hair.
"Still didn't get that First Kiss, huh?"
"Nope. Did you?"
"That would be a negative."
Both boys sighed hopelessly in unison. Sirius stared into space, thinking about why he had yet to receive his first kiss: The person he wished to share his First Kiss with was seated next to him, and he'd refused all other attempts from the girls of Hogwarts.
Remus closed his eyes under Sirius' soothing touch, also thinking about why he hadn't received his first kiss yet: The only person he'd ever even considered kissing was sitting right next to him, and Remus hadn't gotten his chance just yet.
"It's never going to happen, is it?" Remus said, as though giving up all hope.
Sirius sighed again, allowing his gaze to drop to the beauty sitting beside him. "It seems unlikely."
"Would you ever consider. . ." Remus let his voice fade away as he confidence flew away from him. Merlin, he wanted to kiss Sirius right here, right now, but he had not the confidence to ask. There was no doubt in his mind that Sirius would be okay with it, Remus just didn't want to be the one to suggest it.
"Kissing you?" Sirius guessed the rest of his sentence, trying desperately to hide his glee at the thought. His hand had stopped stroking the locks of his mate as he concentrated solely on Remus' response.
A blush crept its way up the werewolf's face as he moved his head from Sirius' shoulder, to face him, though his eyes were positioned on his feet. "Would you?" Remus asked, embarrassed, but silently determined.
Sirius smiled, lifting Remus' head from its dismal position, "Only if you asked me to," he whispered quietly, starring straight into the werewolf's molten gold eyes.
Remus smiled shyly, the red in his cheeks brightening. In the time it took him to blink, he found Sirius' lips upon his own. Remus' eyes snapped open in surprise, but were quick to close again in bliss.
As awkward as all First Kisses are, Remus and Sirius learned how to position themselves, their hands, and their lips when kissing someone they love. . . All in that one spectacular First Kiss.
3.) Fifth Year -
Rotating, slower and slower, as it picked its next target. Who would it be? Who would possibly be lucky enough to kiss a not-so-drunk Remus Lupin?
Spin The Bottle: Number one game when one is trying to kiss an unsuspecting lover. And so, with that fact firmly in mind, Remus Lupin decided a game of Spin The Bottle was in order. Everyone in Gryffindor was celebrating, for Merlin knows what reason, and everyone was drunk out of their minds; Everyone except Mr. Remus Lupin.
He had specifically stayed completely sober during this party, not wanting to miss his chance to kiss Sirius Black for the first time in nearly two years. He could still remember the feeling of his lips, the taste of his tongue, and every fiber of his being begged for more. Tonight was his chance.
By ten o'clock the whole of Gryffindor Tower had drank enough firewhiskey to fill a swimming pool. Remus knew now was his chance to make Sirius' lips his, even if for only a second.
Pretending to be drunk, Remus stood atop one of the Common Room tables, holding an empty firewhiskey bottle above his head. Yelling to get everyone's attention, Remus suggested a game of Spin The Bottle. The idea had been a hit, as Remus had hoped it would be.
Trying not to look too suspicious, Remus allowed other people to go before him, though he wasn't really paying attention to the game until he decided he had waited long enough, and absolutely couldn't wait any longer. He took the bottle, quietly placing a spell on it, before giving it a sharp spin.
So, here they all sat, Remus' bottle spinning upon the carpeted floor, as many onlookers stared. Slower and slower the bottle went, passing everyone several times before it looked as though it would stop. . . on the side of the circle across from Sirius.
As though a sudden gust of wind, felt by none but the bottle, had just blown through the room, the bottle turned sharply, its neck now pointing directly at Sirius Black. Oh, Remus and his spells.
Remus smirked at his handy work, while Sirius looked utterly stunned. Even in his current state, he knew exactly what had happened, and he knew exactly what it could mean. There was only one small difference; Sirius was too drunk to care. All he wanted was to kiss his Moony like they'd never kissed before.
The onlookers continued to stare as Remus stood, walking to where Sirius still sat, shocked. "Moony," Sirius half-moaned as Remus helped him to his feet, "Moony. . . I-" But he was silenced by Remus' slender finger, which he pressed to Sirius' lips, anticipation coursing through him. He didn't want to hear Sirius' apologies for being picked. Merlin, he didn't want Sirius to be sorry.
The two boys stared into each other's very different eyes, before Remus allowed himself to be wrapped in Sirius' strong embrace, his face, his lips mere inches from the werewolf's own. And before either boy knew what they were doing, their lips had closed the gap separating them, almost as if on their own accord.
Never in a game of Spin The Bottle had a kiss that intense, that meaningful, been administered, for that kiss was not just a game, but a mark, a symbol, of love.
Too bad only one would remember it.
4.) Sixth Year -
It was the eve of October fourteenth. It had been the most amazing day in the life of Sirius Black, for that day had been his sixteenth birthday. Nothing, as he assumed, was sent from his immediate family, but his cousin and uncle had sent him some wonderful gifts. But even that wasn't the best part.
He had woken up to Remus, sitting beside him, gently shaking him, cooing his name. Smiling, Sirius rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "What is it, Moony?" he asked, wondering what Remus was doing on his bed this early in the morning.
Remus smiled, before stretching himself out across the bed, allowing his head to rest on Sirius' shoulder. "Today," he began, "Is your sixteenth birthday."
Sirius laughed lightly. He had completely forgotten. But his thoughts were interrupted when Remus continued speaking.
"I've been saving up since last Christmas. I knew exactly what to get you, and I ended up having just enough money."Remus said, happy with himself. He knew Sirius was going to love his present.
"Moony," Sirius began, stroking his mate's hair, "You really didn't have to get me anything. Honestly, you didn't."
But Remus wouldn't hear it. He silenced Sirius with a stern look, before jumping off the bed, and walking to the door. He beckoned Sirius to follow, and that Sirius did, slowly, for his body was still begging for sleep.
"Now," Remus said as he opened the door, "Close your eyes, Padfoot. Please, no peaking." Sirius obliged.
Remus took his hand, leading him carefully down the stairs and into the Common Room. It had taken a lot of coaxing with Dumbledore to let Remus bring this into the school, but Dumbledore, better than any, knew there were no limits, no restrictions on love.
Letting Sirius' hand fall, Remus whispered, "All right, Siri."
"Merlin Rem!" Sirius yelled upon opening his eyes. He couldn't believe it. He was dreaming; he must be dreaming. There, in the middle of the nearly vacant Common Room, sat a motorcycle. A real, working motorcycle, and apparently, it didn't only drive on the road, but, as Remus later explained, it could fly.
On the verge of tears, the boy threw his arms around the werewolf's neck, smashing their lips together in what would be one of the most awkward, happiest moments of Sirius' young life.
5.) Seventh Year -
Years. So many years. He couldn't do this anymore. He couldn't wait any longer. It was now or never. No more games, no more tricks, no more mistakes. Year after year, they'd grown closer. Year after year, he assured himself, 'This is the year,' but he was wrong. Always wrong.
Now, over half way through his last year at this amazing school, he was literally an inch away from giving up everything. He'd given Sirius his last chance, and as of yet, Sirius hadn't taken it. It was over. Every hope he ever held for Sirius' love seemed wasted.
Standing on the ledge of a high Astronomy Tower window, Remus wept. He wept as he never had before. He had specifically told Sirius when to be here, and Sirius was late. Hours late. Remus didn't know how much longer he could wait. He didn't know if he could wait at all. Hadn't he done his share of waiting?
He'd watched Sirius change, knowing he could never get close enough to help him. He'd watched Sirius throw his life away for Merlin only knows what reason. Sirius wasn't the same around Remus anymore. He was quiet and cold, distant and hurt. Remus didn't know how to help the love of his life, for Sirius didn't seem to want anyone's help, let alone Remus'.
As foolish as it seemed now, Remus sincerely believed Sirius would come tonight. He thought he'd made it clear how very important it was that Sirius arrive. But now Remus saw, not even he could keep Sirius away from the liquor that was slowly destroying him. . . as well as the one who loved him.
And suddenly, as though the weight of the world had been dropped solely upon his shoulders, Remus screamed. He cursed himself, he cursed the werewolf, he cursed alcohol, and most of all, he cursed Sirius Black. He cursed Sirius Black for taking his heart and tearing it to shreds. He cursed Sirius Black for killing him, for Remus could never truly live with his love acting the way he did. Remus may be alive and walking, but inside, he'd died the first night Sirius spent in the Room of Requirement drinking himself to unconsciousness.
And when there was no voice left in Remus' throat, he leaned against the wall again, sobbing harder. Little did he know, a certain dark-haired boy had been in the Tower long enough to hear Remus curse him, as well as confess his love for him.
As Sirius stood, rooted to the floor in shock, he watched the tawny boy break into sobs, before straightening up again. And he was whispering to himself, something only he was to hear, though Sirius heard every word. Every single painful word.
"It's for him. It's all for him. He doesn't talk to me. I can hardly get him to look at me. Now, he won't have to. He'll be happier. Maybe he'll even stop drinking. It's all for him."Remus whispered, tears still silently streaming down his pale cheeks.
Every word was like a dagger to Sirius' heart, or what was left of it. He'd never known. He never knew what he did to himself was enough to send Remus over the edge. He didn't think Remus cared that much. Why should he? Sirius had been terrible to him for months.
As Sirius watched in horror, Remus put his hands behind his back, taking a small step forward, allowing his toes to hang off the edge of the ledge, and whispered one last sentence: "I love you, Sirius Black, and I can't live without you."
As though a immobility spell had just been lifted from Sirius' body, he ran forward, dropping the liquor bottle he'd been holding, to grab Remus' hands, before he could let go of everything. Sirius refused to let Remus die for him.
At the sound of the tinkling glass behind him, Remus jumped slightly, but before he could turn around, someone was pulling him from the window. Someone had wrapped their arms around him, burying their head in between his chin and shoulder.
It was Sirius. Sirius had stopped him. . . but why? His answer came before he could ask the question.
"I love you, Remus. Don't leave me. I can't live without you. Don't leave me. I love you. . . ." Sirius was babbling faster and faster, tears falling down his eyelashes into Remus' light hair.
Remus was at a loss for words. This couldn't be the same Sirius Black he'd come to know in the past months. This Sirius seemed caring and allowed emotions to shine, while the Sirius he knew cared about nothing and never let his emotions out. The Sirius he knew had no emotions, for he had no heart.
Through his daze, one part of Sirius' babble made its way to Remus' ear: "How could you do this to me, Moony?" With that comment, months of rage bubbled through Remus' blood.
"How could I do this to you!" he yelled angrily, causing Sirius to jump back and look his love in the face as it contorted in rage. "How could YOU do this to ME, Sirius? How could you ignore me for months when I've always, ALWAYS been there when you needed me? How could you turn so cold for months, and not expect me to want death? I cannot live without you, Sirius!" he paused to wipe away the tears of anger and frustration sticking to his lashes, "Why don't you understand?" he said, quieter than before. "Why can't I make you understand?"
Sirius was stricken. "Remus, I. . ." But he knew not what to say. An apology couldn't fix this. Nothing but actions could fix this. "Remus, I know I can't apologize for this, and hope it will all be better, but I'm sorry. Merlin, Moony, I'm so sorry." He held out his hands, praying Remus would take them. When his mate's hands reached his own, Sirius pulled the werewolf into his arms, wrapping them around him. "I love you, Rem, I've always loved you. I'm so sorry."
The werewolf said nothing, but instead, let himself be over taken by everything that was Sirius. Yes, he was angry, and no, this wasn't the last Sirius would hear of this, but for now, Remus didn't want to fight. He just wanted things to get better. He wanted Sirius to get better. But most of all, he just wanted Sirius to be his. Forever.
"Siri," Remus said, pulling his head from the boy's chest, "Siri, I-" But he was cut off as Sirius inclined his neck slightly, pressing his lips gently upon Remus'. He pulled away quickly, wanting to see Remus' reaction, but he was not given the chance. Remus threaded his fingers gracefully into Sirius' dark tresses, pulling his lips back to his own.
That night, the Astronomy Tower saw the most passionate, emotional, and meaningful kiss it had seen in decades, maybe even centuries.
From that day on, Sirius was never found passed out in the Room of Requirement, for he had vowed to stop his excessive drinking. Remus was never found sleeping alone, for Sirius was always right beside him. Remus and Sirius were never found through out the castle without each other, for neither could bear being without the other's company.
From that day on, Remus and Sirius were one in the same, and in deepest love, as they would be for years.
And so, there it is. Five kisses. Sorry it was so long. I hope you didn't mind! YAY FOR ANGST! But it had a happy ending!And don't forget! There are still four more parts to come! Review 'cause I know you love me!
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