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A/N: So here's what happened: Sirius and Remus kissed, time froze for a whole month, and, unless people have lost interest, here's what happened when the clocks started working again. In other words, I am beyond sorry that I made you all wait...and I am beyond grateful for all those reviews! You make puppies snog and people go crazy! lol! I hope everyone enjoys where this is going, and don't worry, this is just the beginning! Muwahahaha!

Remus loved silk. It was a special, secret indulgence that he had. He loved the feel of silk on his skin. The sight of silk in the sunlight. Remus loved that silk was spun. Not knitted, not sewn. Spun.

Remus loved silk. And right now, he had his hands filled with clumps of silk, his fingers running through the luxurious strands. And it felt good. All over.

Then he opened his eyes.

The feeling of utter warmness was replaced by immediate panic. Suddenly Remus realized where he was. Suddenly Remus realized what had happened. Suddenly Remus realized that he was kissing Sirius! Sirius was kissing him…but Remus was kissing Sirius back! And that was definitely not his tongue that swiped the roof of his mouth.

Suddenly Remus realized that that wasn't silk clutched in his fist either.

Sirius had lost his mind. Literally. It had fallen asleep, or took a bathroom break. But, anyways, it left him, alone, to make his own decision. And he did. He kissed Remus. Because every word out of Remus's mouth, every draw of breath, every exhale, every eye blink, made tiny prickles of electricity buzz through Sirius. And if Remus was a girl, he would have kissed her. So he did.

Sirius also suddenly realized that while his mind was busy rambling, his lips were busy still kissing Remus; and he didn't want to anymore.

Sirius pulled himself away from Remus, like he was the band-aid to Remus's paper cut. Immediately both boys' hands flew to cover their mouths. Their eyes bore into the others, saying everything that needed to be said and shouldn't be said all at once.

In one graceful, unified movement, Sirius and Remus spun on their heels and took off in opposite directions.

"James, you look like a deer caught in headlights."

"I'm a stag."

"…what? James, are you alright?" Lily suddenly realized that she was angry. Molten rock angry. James was about to kiss her. She felt it coming. A psychic moment. James was going to kiss her. And she wanted him to. Oh, for the love of everything annoying, Lily wanted James to kiss her. The idea made her sick and elated at the same time. But, right now she was just angry. James was frozen in place; looking like he had never seen Remus and Sirius kissing.

Lily suddenly realized that James had probably never seen Sirius and Remus kiss before, because Sirius and Remus had probably never kissed before. Lily would have normally been volcano mad now. Mad at James for lying. But, she just really wanted him to kiss her!

For a brief moment, James thought, believed, hoped that Sirius kissed Remus to show James what to do. Then James suddenly realized that Sirius and Remus were paying as much attention to him as they were to the fact that there were people besides the two of them on the planet at the moment.

James didn't like seeing Sirius and Remus kissing. It meant too much. It changed too much. And it totally ruined his groove.

"Sorry, Lily," James mumbled once Sirius and Remus fled the scene.

"Are you?"

"Yeah. I…this date was awful, wasn't it?"

Lily lifted one thin shoulder. "I wouldn't say awful."

"What, you'd call it horrific?" James asked, with wide, suffering eyes.

"No," Lily laughed. "It's my fault, anyways."

"Yeah," James said. "This is pretty much all your fault."

Lily's mouth dropped open. James Potter. The same James Potter that worshipped every step she took, who drooled over every lost strand of hair. That same boy, now criticized her? Blamed her for something? Didn't fall over her with compliments? Lily snapped her mouth closed. She was impressed. And very much intrigued.

"I shouldn't have let you talk me into doing this."

"You didn't want to go out with me?" Lily asked, looking the part of the disappointed when inside she knew all to well.

Now it was James's turn to have his jaw rip away from his face. He reached out and grabbed Lily by the shoulders. "Are you mental?" he shouted. "I'd kill Dumbledore to go out with you!" The pair laughed. Lily leaning forward towards James; James gripping Lily's shoulders. "Don't you know that by now?"

Lily smiled; a real genuine smile. "Yeah. I know."

James's spirits soared. He was being himself, for once, and at the oddest time. But, it had happened. And just as he felt the desired pull to kiss Lily again, he remembered what he witnessed the first time he had that feeling. "I have to go after Sirius," he said, standing back from Lily.

"Why?" Lily was prompting him. She knew she just saw the real James, now she wanted him to prove it.

James's hand was pulling at various clumps of his hair. "Because…I saw him fighting with Remus. Lover's quarrel. I'd better see-"

Lily cut James off with a loud sigh. James had failed. "Potter," Lily snapped, suddenly fueled once again by molten anger. "You'll never learn!" At that she stomped off with a fierce flick of red hair. Feeling angry, ashamed, stupid, and desperately disappointed.

James watched her leave, wondering what he had possibly done this time. Would he never get through to Lily? This was all Sirius's fault, James thought, and he bee-lined towards where he saw Sirius go before.

Sirius was sitting on the edge of everything, but mostly he was sitting on the edge of the Forbidden Forest; perched on a rock like a testy raven.

He was chewing his hair. It didn't taste particularly good, but it did its job; which was covering up the way his lips felt swollen, and wet, and hot.

Stupid Moony, Sirius thought. Stupid…Moony. Sirius knew the truth, even if he did want to blame everything on Stupid, stupid Moony! The truth being that he kissed Remus. Remus may have inched closer, Remus may have provoked him, Remus may have confused him, but Sirius pulled Remus to him, Sirius shoved his tongue into Remus's mouth.

Sirius stuck his tongue out, and blindly began to grab at a hair that he felt hiding there. He tried to recall what it felt like to have Remus's tongue on his. He couldn't remember, and that made his stomach tighten queasily.

Because if it was a bad kiss…he would remember.

Finally grabbing the folic of hair, Sirius pulled it away from his quickly dehydrating tongue. But, Sirius thought. If it was a good kiss, I would remember it too. Maybe it was nothing then. Forgettable. Tasteless. Ordinary.

Nope, a voice in Sirius's head pointed out. It was definitely good.

Sirius shook his head roughly, imitating Padfoot coming in from a bad rain storm. It was only good because it was with Moony, Sirius reasoned; which didn't make a lick of sense.

In Sirius's mind kissing James would be vomit worthy. James was his brother. His soul brother. Kissing James would be like kissing himself. Kissing himself, a true identical version of himself, was actually Sirius's secret dream; if Sirius was standing in front of the mirror one day, and then suddenly his reflection stepped out from the glass, the first thing out of the non-creepy-mirror Sirius's mouth would honestly be "Let's go make out on my bed, now!"

Remus wasn't Sirius's soul brother. Though they were both canines, their relationship was more Alpha male and pack. They were mates.

"Aha," Sirius shouted, springing from his rock, and pointing towards the sky. "That's it! Padfoot! Padfoot must want Moony! Padfoot made me kiss him!"

Sirius began to do a little impromptu jig, but then stopped abruptly, twisting his feet around each other. "Damn," he muttered. "I am Padfoot." Sirius sank back down on the rock. Remus could blame the wolf because Remus isn't present when the wolf has taken over; the wolf has its own mind, absent of anything sounding like Remus Lupin.

Padfoot's mind is Sirius's mind. Sirius doesn't forget what's going on, or who he is when he's Padfoot. If Padfoot eats his poop, it's because Sirius thought it would be funny.

"This is the truth," Sirius said, addressing a row of ants that were climbing across his boot. "Moony, Remus, is weak. He's helpless, he's venerable. And I feel this need to watch over him, take care of him…be there for him. And he…Remus is always there for me. He listens to me. Helps me. Takes care of me. Hug…hugs me when I feel sad. Let's me snuggle up next to him at night when I feel scared…or lonely. And I guess…I guess I feel like Moony is my…mine." Sirius stopped talking. The ants went on, uncaring. "Does that mean I fancy Moony?" Sirius whispered.

Sirius knew he didn't fancy boys. It wasn't a matter of that. Sirius could never imagine wanting that. He was positive that he would pick a woman over any man, ever.

But, then there was Remus. Some where, during the millions upon millions of minutes Sirius had ever spent with Remus, at some point the lines surrounding Remus blurred; he wasn't boy, he wasn't wolf, he wasn't friend.

He was Remus.

A loud clapping sliced through Sirius's thoughts. Whipping around to see where the noise was coming from, Sirius saw James, best friend extraordinaire, strolling down the path that led from Hogsmeade, clapping like a band leader.

"Prongs…?" Sirius wasn't sure what was going on, but he knew it couldn't be anything sane.

"I. Can not. Believe. You. Kissed. Moony just to show me what to do!"

Sirius swallowed.

"You sly dog!" James plopped down next to Sirius on the rock. "Lily totally bought it."

"Did you kiss her?" Sirius asked, his voice softer than it's ever been.

"No, I was too busy being freaking out over you two."

"Sorry."

"You should be. You ruined my groove."

"I-"

"Was trying to help," James said, holding up his hands. "I-"

"James," Sirius sighed. His fingers snaked through his long black tresses. "Stop trying to rush over what happened."

James sighed too. "Pads…I mean, so you kissed Moony."

Sirius locked eyes with his best friend. Maybe this time he wouldn't be so thick and self-obsessed and he would actually understand. "I kissed him because I wanted to. It had nothing to do with you and Evans."

"I know," James said. "And so what? So, you kissed Moony! It's Moony for Merlin's sake!"

Sirius's face lit up. "That's what I've been thinking. It's Moony. Like…you know? It's Remus!" Sirius was nodding his head, convinced that simply saying 'It's Remus' would be the only explanation needed.

James didn't seem to really get it, but if it ended the whole thing then he would gladly pretend that he did. "Yeah, and it's not like your going to do it again," James said, crossing his fingers in silent prayer.

Sirius sprang back like he was electrocuted. "Of course not!"

"And," James ventured forward. "It's not like you like men, now."

"Nooooo!" Sirius answered. "Seriously, Prongs," he added, when he noticed James was searching his face for any sign of lying. "You want to Veritaserum me?"

"That won't be necessary, best friend of mine. I believe you."

"So, things sink with Evans?"

"Pretty much." James drooped down into his lap. "It was going so well…you know after the part where I was crying."

"And you think I'm a pouf?"

James pushed him. "I was this close, Pads. She was putty! She was going to be mine…and then…you decided that the best place for your tongue was in Moony's mouth, and I froze."

"Sorry, again," Sirius muttered. Something in him wanted to right there reassure Prongs that he didn't fancy Remus. Instead he coughed.

"But," James continued. "After you two ran, she was all into me again! Like she didn't care, she wanted me to kiss her still, and then I blew it! And I don't know what happened, but she got all pissed and stormed off!"

"Birds," Sirius shrugged. James nodded, pathetically. "I think I need to try and get me one of those."

"What about Lily?"

Sirius stared at James. "You don't want her anymore?"

"You prat," James laughed. "I mean what about the lie? She'll know I was just trying to impress her by pretending my two friends are a couple, and that I'm really not a great person who supports them."

Sirius stood up, and brushed off the back of his jeans. "Well, Prongs. I'll keep my girlfriend on the low…but, I don't think Moony's going to want to continue this whole charade."

"No?" James stood up, and he and Sirius began their walk back to the school.

"You know how he gets," Sirius said. "I just hope he'll still be my friend," he added. I'd miss him.

Remus wasn't sure how far he had walked until he blinked and realized that he was standing in the middle of his dorm. His fingers still tingled, his lips still tingled, and his mind was focused on one thing:

About fifteen minutes ago, he had kissed Sirius.

Well, if one was to get into particulars, which was Remus's favorite thing to do, one would most definitely place Sirius as the kisser, and Remus as the kissee. But, that didn't negate the point that Remus kissed Sirius back.

He could have pushed him away. He could have bit his tongue and pushed him away. He could have not bloody stepped closer to him and egged him on! Remus dragged his fingers down his face, pulling the skin of his cheeks down. With a snap, Remus let go of his face and jumped into his bed, pulling the curtains closed.

Remus was just as much to blame as Sirius, Remus had to admit. Right before, "the incident", Remus felt this buzzing vibe flying back and forth between himself and Sirius. He was mad at Sirius, they were fighting. They said they hated each other. I guess it's opposite day, Remus mused to himself. He managed a smile, but it dropped in a matter of minutes.

Countless of times before, Remus and Sirius would joke around, be overly touchy, sleep in the same bed! And not once before did Remus think that kissing Sirius was a good idea.

Of course, now…

Remus knew this was going to happen. He just knew it.

If someone told their friend that they looked good in purple, that person would subconsciously wear a lot of purple. They wouldn't be able to help it. The idea that they looked good in purple would be planted in their brain, would be thought about every time they bought clothes. They would begin to believe that, yes, they looked good in purple.

The same thing was now happening to Remus. Except instead of clothes, it was his friend. And instead of purple, it was Black.

Remus moaned and fell back against his pillows. Why did I kiss him back? he mentally groaned, choosing to skip over the part where he had his fingers tangled in Sirius's hair.

Sirius was probably just got caught up in the moment, or wanted to show James what to do. Remus pursed his lips in aggravation at that gem of a plan. Sirius will have a million excuses but I have none.

Remus sighed. And I've probably ruined my greatest friendship on top of it.

Remus couldn't imagine Sirius still wanting to talk to him, let alone be his friend. Sirius probably thinks I'm into men, now, Remus thought; which wasn't true in the slightest.

Remus actually had, for the longest time, an all-consuming crush on Lily. It ended in fifth year, when James walked into the dorm and threatened them all if they tried to date Lily before he did. Remus of course didn't forget his crush, he just allowed it to fall to the side. He started dating a sweet Ravenclaw; but, with the full moon and all that being a werewolf business, it didn't last more than a week.

Remus couldn't see himself with a bloke. It just didn't make sense in his mind. Well, Sirius was a bloke, of course, but…he was different.

Sirius wasn't just his friend. He never was. Sirius was James's friend. They schemed together, fought together, played together, and laughed together.

When Sirius needed…more….he came to Remus. And Remus went to him, and it was their own special bond.

Remus sighed, and rolled over onto his side. He stared at his curtains, seeing past them to Sirius's bed, which was to the left of his own. That was all ruined now. Stupid Lily, Remus thought, now a little sick that he ever liked her. Ruining lives where ever she goes. Ending life-long friendships that mean more than the world!

Remus closed his burning eyes, feeling suddenly tired. He was grateful for one thing, however: that no one but James and Lily saw him kiss Sirius.

If they did, Remus would never be able to go to class tomorrow, and find himself a girlfriend.