Elyana Fournier----thanks. It's more of a they never really paid any attention to each other thing.

Mrs-Fred-Weasley13 (Stephanie)----Thanks! Sirius is gay and people know it. That's the reason James approached him instead of...can't tell you that yet. oops! lol

blondiluvbanana----thanks! I'll try

Dark Nasty Angel----Thanks! I have the most fun when I'm writing their little bantering parties. lol


"Oh, lover! It's time to wake up!"

"Fuck off, Black." James rolled over.

"Now, that's not a nice way to talk to your boyfriend, is it?" Sirius scolded as he sat next to James on the bed. "I think I'll have to teach you some manners."

James sat up, glaring at the smirking face in front of him, before breaking into a smile. Sirius's eyes widened as James moved until he was straddling him, his face mere inches from his own.

"But, Siri," James purred, "I thought you loved me?"

"Potter…"

James spotted Remus waking up from the corner of his eye and decided to go for a bit over-dramatic.

"Why," James asked, fake tears welling up in his eyes, "won't you call me James? I've tried to make you happy. What have I done?"

Sirius saw Remus glaring at him from across the room and quickly caught on to James's plan.

'So, he wants payback for having to play bottom, does he?'

Heaving a fake sigh, Sirius said, "You haven't done anything, baby. It's just…you said to call you Potter when you wanted me to try being a dominatrix. I thought you still wanted me to."

James's blush nearly caused the end of the act as a smirk threatened to bloom on Sirius's lips.

"I…I…"

"I won't call you Potter again. I promise. Please don't be mad at me."

……and then Sirius leaned in and kissed James. A chaste kiss, of course, but it still shocked James into gasping at the audacity of the other. Sirius took advantage of this and put some tongue into the little act.

'I'll admit one thing, he knows what he's doing,' James thought as his eyelids began to close.

"Could you two at least close your curtains?"

James wrenched himself apart from Sirius.

"Sorry, Peter."

"Well, as wonderful a good-morning kiss that was, we still have to get ready to face the masses. Upsy daisy, baby."

Remus and Peter left the room, laughing, as Sirius tipped James's mattress over, leaving the indignant boy on the floor.

"You prat!"

"Baby, if you can't play the game then don't start it."

James watched Sirius waltz into the bathroom and heard the shower start a few seconds later.

"Coming, baby?"

James fled to the common room.