alright. tyler got bored. and this popped into her head. please don't shoot her. and yes. this is a gryffindor story. again...no shooting. review.
It was a mistake.
It had to be.
He had to have been drunk.
It just….Things like this didn't happen.
A few minutes ago, Sirius Black had woken up to find that his bed wasn't empty. He'd yawned, stretched, and rolled over, to find someone laying beside him.
And not just any someone: Remus Lupin. His friend. His mate for the last ten, four, fifty-two (he'd lost track now and his brain was a little fuddled after realizing what had happened) years.
His mate.
His friend.
He'd bum-fucked Remus Lupin!
Sirius scrambled out of the bed, and somehow, by some grace of God, Remus didn't stir. He got up and quickly pulled on clothes, to only strip them off again and run to the showers on the other side of the dormitory.
He'd fucked Remus Lupin inside Hogwarts! At school! With James and Peter only feet away! Sirius didn't dash for the showers, he didn't make it. Neither did he make it to the toilet. Just inside the bathroom, he doubled over and threw up everything that had been in his stomach.
When he finally straightened up he was shaking all over. Somehow, through gripping and groping his way along the wall, he managed to shut the door and lock it, so that he had the bathroom to himself.
He walked over to one of the many mirrors and grasped the sink underneath it with shaking hands.
Looking into the glass, a boy of seventeen met his gaze. So shaken, with wide eyes and a trembling body. He was covered in a cold sweat which plastered his hair to his forehead. Lifting his hand up from the sink, he brushed his bangs away, but only lost his balance and nearly fell to the floor before gripping the sink again.
What had he done?
Was he, Sirius Black, gay?
How could anything be as it had been now that he'd slept with Remus? Ah. No. He didn't like that choice of words. He didn't like it at all.
Hands still shaking, he turned from the mirror, disgusted, for the first time, with what he saw and made his way to the shower.
Sirius turned the water on, not caring how hot or cold it was and stepped in.
He remained in the shower forever, franticly scrubbing every inch of his body, until the hot water turned cold. But he didn't notice.
He was tainted.
Shamed.
He'd fucked one of his best mates and there was no going back.
Sirius scrubbed at his flesh until it was nearly raw and reddened, till the soap began to sting. It was only when he started bleeding on his left arm, as a result of his scrubbing, that he turned the water off and got out.
Not bothering to dry off, he wrapped a towel around himself and entered the dormitory to find some clothes. With luck, everyone would be gone.
But, they weren't. James was pulling on a shirt and Peter was sitting on his bed, half ass dressed and eating a chocolate frog. Remus, was no where to be seen. Sirius' bed left just as it would have been had only one person been in it.
"Pads." James exclaimed. "Seen Remus?"
"No." Sirius said, hoping in what sounded like a nonchalant every day morning voice. "I haven't."
James sighed. "Poor bloke's probably in the library, getting a barrel full of books."
"Yeah. Probably." Said Sirius.