Prompt: Some people,
no matter what you give them,
still want the moon.

The bread,
the salt,
white meat and dark,
still hungry.

The marriage bed
and the cradle,
still empty arms.

You give them land,
their own earth under their feet,
still they take to the roads.

And water: dig them the deepest well,
still it's not deep enough
to drink the moon from.

Denise Levertov

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"What do you want?"

"Excuse me?"

"What do you want? For your birthday?" hazel eyes, flecked with what Sirius believed to be actual gold gazed at him from across the table.

"You don't have to get me anything," Sirius replied, sucking on the tip of his quill. He'd likely have ink stains on his lips again come tomorrow.

"Well, I want to get you something. You got me something. It's only fair," Remus said easily. Sirius sighed and leaned back in his chair, balancing on the back two legs and propping his feet up onto the table.

"I don't know. I've got everything I could possibly want," he said with a smile, cocking his head to the left.

"You have to want something," Remus said, and then, seeing the look that Sirius was giving him, he leaned partially across the table pretending to be reaching for one of the books besides Sirius' feet. He lowered his voice. "Besides a blowjob, you git."

Sirius laughed quietly and removed his feet from the table, the chair thumping back to the floor as he playfully tugged on the hem of Remus' robes.

"Stay out of my mind," he said. "Fine, give me…the moon."

Remus blinked, lowering himself back into his chair.

"The what?"

"The moon. So that I might swear by it my love for you," Sirius said quietly, hoping that his voice wouldn't carry too much. "After all, I all ready have everything else. What more can I ask for?"

Remus grinned.

"You ought to brush up on your muggle plays, Sirius," he said with a smile. "O, swear not by the moon, the fickle moon, the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circle orb, lest that thy love prove likewise variable."

"Oh fine. So I can't have the moon?" Sirius pouted.

"I'm afraid that I haven't got the power to give it to you," he said with a smile.

"Ah, well it's the gesture that counts," Sirius grabbed his bag from the floor and stood up. "Up you get, Moony. We have a moon to catch."

Remus snorted in amusement and followed Sirius as he – though he would deny it – skipped out of the library, humming.