FLASHBACK
Remus J Lupin slowly wandered through the corridors of the Hogwarts Express, glancing in and out of carrages, looking for an empty one.
His hair was sandy-blonde, his eyes were acorn-brown, his skin was litlered with tiny shimmering scars and his new Hogwarts robes were already a little tattered. It was his first time on being on this 'Hogwarts Express'. He wasn't exactly calm. Okay, he wasn't calm at all. Petrified seemed to sum it all up...
Remus finally found a near-empty carriage. There was only one occupant. An attractive young boy, around Remus' age, black hair, purple shimmering eyes and a slight scowl on his face.
Remus slowly slid the door open and those purple orbs snapped over to him.
Remus looked at the boy, then glanced meaningfully at the seat opposite him.
The boy dragged his purple eyes over Remus, bathing him in a violet light, then nodded.
Remus smiled and nodded timidly in thanks, walking in, stowing his trunk on the rack above his seat and sat, huddled, near the window, opposite the purple-eyed boy.
Remus and the other boy's eyes slowly got attracted to each other, and they both just sat there, staring at each other, not blinking or looking away, a light pink tinge to both of their cheeks.
"First year?" questioned the purple-eyed boy suddenly.
"Is it that obvious?" flinched Remus. He wanted to blend in, dammit!
The purple-eyed boy chucked. "No. Not really. You just looked my age."
Suddenly, there was a bang from somewhere in the train and the sound of someone playing the Tango loudly. Remus blinked as he heard an enraged yell somewhere in the carrages.
"POTTER! GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE AND SET HIM RIGHT!"
A few moments of silence besides the sound of the Tango.
"OH, FINE! I'LL DO IT MYSELF!"
The music stopped eventually and Remus raised his eyebrows. The person who yelled was a girl. From her voice, she was about the same age as him. 11.
Remus' eyes registered that the purple-eyed boy wasn't looking at him anymore, but at the door. Remus frowned a little, and looked at it too.
Just then, the doors of Remus' carrage burst open and and slammed shut almost immediately.
Remus and the purple-eyed boy glanced at each other, then back at the door.
Someone else was in here with them.
With a whoosh, a boy with messy black hair and glasses materialized before them dramatically, holding a silvery bundle of a cloak in his hands.
"Good evening my dear gentlemen!" he cheered in a professional way, beaming at them and bowing deeply. "My name is Mr Joyus-Jester-James Potter!" grinned the boy, straitening up and beaming at Remus and the purple-eyed boy.
The door burst open behind James and he whipped around.
A boy with greasy black hair and a hooked nose was glaring coldly at James.
"Oh, Snivvely! Good to see you!" chimed James.
The boy stayed silent.
"Say something, my lad!" beamed James.
The boy opened his mouth and the sound of the Tango burst from his mouth, he snapped it shut again and glared, baring his teeth.
James grinned. "Aww, Snivvely! You don't need to play music to win my heart! The Tango is the dance of love, after all. And anyway, you know i don't like music!" cheered James, beaming.
The boy with the greasy hair looked as though he had steam shooting out his ears. He went to get out his wand, but James was too quick.
With a flick of the wand, the boy was launched backwards and into the opposite carriage. Knocked out cold.
James closed the carriage door and turned back to Remus and the purple-eyed boy, bowing as deeply as he could, then straitening up, grinning broadly.
Remus smiled timidly and stood up, copying James and bowing before straitening up.
"AH! You! Good Sir! What is your name!" gasped James, stepping forward as though he only just noticed Remus.
"Sir Remus J. Lupin." Remus stated, bowing once again.
"AH! Lupin, my old man! Spiffing to see you!" squealed James, running over and shaking Remus' hand vigorously.
Remus chuckled. "I'm not that old."
"You look pretty damn old to me!" grinned James jokingly, tweaking one of Remus' locks of hair which had a few grey hairs in it.
"Hn." came a soft noise beside him.
James turned and looked over at the purple-eyed boy and frowned a little. "Who are you, sir?"
Remus frowned. James was acting a little cold toward the purple-eyed guy. Sure, he looked like the kind of person who would just get up and slit your throat, but he seemed nice enough.
"Sirius Black." the purple-eyed boy stated emotionlessly.
Remus smiled. Sirius. the constellation. Remus always liked looking at the stars.
Remus looked at James and his smile melted off his face.
James looked appalled and disgusted.
"Black? Of the house of Blacks?" asked James, still looking disgusted, his nose wrinkled up and his eyes narrowed.
"Yes. But I'm not like them." Sirius said softly, still sitting on his seat while Remus and James were standing.
James scoffed. "A likely story. Come on, Remus." James grabbed Remus' hand before the young cub could react and pulled him toward the door.
"HEY!"
James stopped, his hand tight around Remus' wrist.
Sirius had stood up and was glaring ever so slightly at James.
"I repeat; I'm not like them. I don't care about blood. I don't care about muggle-borns or pure-bloods. It means nothing to me. So don't judge me since you don't know me." Sirius hissed.
It wasn't a harsh hiss. It was a warning.
Remus looked from Sirius to James and back again.
"What's going on? What's wrong with Sirius' family?" Remus asked timidly, yanking his hand from James' grip and rubbing the slight indent that James had caused.
"His family don't like no one who isn't pure wizard. if they have a muggle in their family, they're worse than scum." James explained shortly.
"I've got a muggle uncle." Remus said suddenly, blinking, looking at Sirius.
"I told you! I'm not like them! I don't care about blood!" shouted Sirius, almost looking pleadingly at Remus. Pleading Remus to believe him.
"Prove it." James shot at Sirius.
"Fine!" Sirius grabbed Remus by the shoulders and pulled him into a tight embrace. Sirius' arms were tight around Remus' shoulders. He was a little taller then Remus too, he had his chin lightly resting lightly on Remus' head.
Remus was shocked stiff. He had his hands on Sirius' chest and was looking at Sirius' neck but wasn't seeing it, his cheeks burnt bright pink.
James raised his eyebrows.
"Remus has a muggle uncle. You heard him. Would a proud pureblood really want to touch someone who has a muggle even remotely in their blood? Let alone hug them? No." Sirius said, moving his head a little, no longer resting his chin on Remus' head. His lips brushing Remus' forehead.
James scratched his head a little, then gave Sirius a small accusing glare. "I guess. But I still don't trust you."
Sirius shrugged, his cheeks pink slightly as he felt Remus breathe on his neck. "Never wanted you to trust me."
The door burst open once again and the boy with the tango-voice was back.
"Who the fuck is this punk, anyway?" Sirius asked, raising an eyebrow at the greasy-haired boy, Remus still in his arms.
Remus had slowly gotten over the shock and looked over at the door, looking at the greasy-haired, hook-nosed boy curiously, but Remus was still pink in the face.
"His name is Snivvelus Severus Snape!" grinned James.
Snape glared loathingly at James, then at Remus and Sirius.
"What did you do to him?" asked Sirius, absent-mindeldy stroking Remus' sandy-blonde hair with one hand, his arms loosening around the wolf.
"Charmed his voice box into playing the Tango." beamed James, ducking a curse that was sent whizzing at him from Snape's wand-tip.
"Wonderful ide-- AH!" Sirius dodged the curse and it was sent into one of the cushions on the chairs, turning it into a slimy green, fat, pulsing slug.
Just one problem.
Sirius had forgotten he had someone in his arms.
THUD
Remus groaned and shifted slightly under the heavy weight that had just fell on top of him. The weight suddenly moved and Remus snapped open his eyes to see two purple orbs staring down at him.
Sirius stared down at Remus. His mind reeling. He'd read way too many books about two guys in this position and his mind was getting way too many ideas.
"S-sorry." Sirius managed to croak, pushing himself to his feet and helping Remus stand also.
Once Remus had got to his feet, he looked over at James.
James had cursed Severus once again and Snape was unconscious on the floor of the opposite carriage once again. His mouth slightly open and the sound of the Tango resounding from his mouth.
James turned to Sirius and Remus and smirked.
"I think I know why the Tango is the dance of love now. It seems I have a couple on my hands."
Sirius and Remus had been in each other's arms and hardly knew it. Their eyes met, widened, and as though they were the same sides of different magnets, they sprang apart.
James roared in laughter and clutched his stomach.
"YOU SHOULDA SEEN YOUR FACES!" he choked through laughter, covering his face with his hands, shaking uncontrollably.
Sirius sent a half hearted glare at James and sat back down and Remus sat opposite him.
The thing James did not notice while he was rolling around on the floor of the carriage, was that the other two's faces were beet red.
END FLASHBACK
Sirius frowned a little as he nibbled on Remus' collar bone. why did Remus taste so good...?
"Why... Are you doing this...?"
Sirius' frown got deeper and he gave Remus' collar bone one last nibble before moving so his nose was inches from Remus' and their eyes were locked. Sirius kept that eye contact silently for a moment, shifting his position, straddling Remus' thighs.
"Why shouldn't i...? You have no idea how long i've been wanting to do this... And anyway, you're not gonna run from me anymore, are you?" Sirius gave Remus a impish smirk and Remus blushed.
"I'll take that as a no." grinned Sirius, leaning down and pressing his lips onto Remus'.
Remus felt a tongue slide against the seam of his lips and he hesitantly opened them. Remus moaned and his eyes fluttered closed as he felt Sirius explore his mouth. Bliss. Pure bliss.
Sirius let go of Remus' wrists and slowly slipped one arm around Remus' unmoving shoulders and he left the other hand to tangle in Remus' sandy-blonde hair.
His hands free, Remus let them wander. One hand came to rest on Sirius' thigh and the other arm wrapped itself around Sirius waist.
Remus had never been kissed before. He had never wanted to plan to get attached to a girl so much. It was a weakness. He could wake up the night after a full moon and find out that he'd ripped her to pieces the night before. He didn't want it to happen.
But his attraction to Sirius wasn't part of the plan. He'd never thought his feelings about Sirius - since the first time he saw him - would escalate from wanting a smile. Just a smile, to wanting to get into his pants every night for the rest of his life.
And now... He didn't know what the plans were anymore... And kissing was much better than he could've ever imagined.
Sirius grinned against Remus' mouth. Remus had started to tease his tongue a little while ago, and now the tongues were practically wrestling. Sirius loved it when Remus was stubborn. Sirius knew that Remus knew his place was on the bottom, but that little wolf in his head seemed to think different.
They broke apart minutes later, panting for breath, a thin string of saliva connecting their tongues to each other.
Sirius leant down and kissed Remus lightly on the lips, licked them lightly and the string of saliva was gone.
Sirius smiled as Remus' eyes fluttered open.
"You know i get topsies." smirked Sirius.
Remus blushed a pouted.
"Aww, don't stop!"
Remus and Sirius' eyes widened and as though they were magnets, once again, sprang apart.
At the open-end of the dead-end hall that Remus and Sirius were recently making out in, a boy with messy black hair and glasses was standing there, grinning.
"JAMES!"
((TBC sorry about the delay! X.X))
