A Letter from Home

Part I

"Moooooonyyyy."

Remus looked up from his book as Sirius flumped down on the bed next to him and looped his arm around Remus' shoulders.

"You stink," Remus complained as Sirius breathed stale alcohol breath in his face.

"What'r' you reeadiing?" Sirius mumbled.

Remus sighed, shutting the book and showing it to him.

"Mortal Engines by Phillip Reeve. It's a muggle book, but it's very good."

Sirius sniggered. "Muggle. Haha," and buried his face in Remus' shoulder for no good reason that the other boy could see.

"Sirius, get off me."

Sirius stuck his tongue out and began licking along Remus' jaw line, ignoring his friend's attempts to push his off.

"Urgh, that's disgusting. Get off, you're not transformed you moron. Sirius, get off me."

Sirius gave a muffled laugh and then, without warning, kissed him on the mouth.

As Remus shoved Sirius away, something seemed to slam shut behind his eyes in his suddenly darkened face. How dare Sirius, how could he, after all this time...and it was the alcohol, it meant nothing, nothing... Remus lashed out with his fist, causing Sirius to lose his balance and fall off the bed, dragging Remus with him.

"You fucking idiot," Remus growled, hitting him again. Sirius moaned piteously and tried to roll away, but Remus was on top of him, punching every part of Sirius he couldr each. "You stupid, bloody, arrogant pure-blood shit."

"Remus?" James' voice came from behind them. "Moony! What the hell? What're you doing?"

James grabbed Remus' arms and pulled him off Sirius, who groaned and curled into a ball.

"Why did you do that to him?" James demanded, but Remus didn't reply, only kept glaring at Sirius as though by glowering he could inflict even more physical pain. There was silence for a moment, broken only by Sirius' whimpers. James tentatively let go of Remus, keeping close to him in case he decided to jump on Sirius again, and asked again "What happened?"

Remus muttered "Nothing" without looking round,then stalked out of the room, slamming the door on his way out.

Running his hand through his hair James looked down at the floor, where Sirius was still curled in the foetal position, and wondered what the hell had just happened between his two friends.

Firstly, I'd like to apologise for the shameless plugging of Mortal Engines, especially as it didn't exist in the '70s, but it is very good and Remus may as well read it.

Secondly, this is part one out of three (although, there is a small chance of more), and they're all rather short, like this one.

Thirdly, so much for me not writing any more fanfic..