A/N: Chapter 2 takes place soon before the start of The Order of the Phoenix. It's not quite as long as chapter 1, sorry.
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Sirius

When he escaped from Azkaban, Sirius Black's first goal was to find Peter Pettigrew. His next was to find Remus Lupin, and his third was to find his godson. It was a stroke of luck that he managed to accomplish all three goals at the same time. Then to his dismay, he managed to lose all three on that same night.

A little over a year later, soon after Voldemort returned, the Order of the Phoenix reformed and Sirius happily offered his old home at Grimmauld Place to be used as the headquarters. Remus was the first to arrive.

"The other members of the Order will be here in a few hours," he reported to Sirius, who had been waiting anxiously for news. "But I figured I'd come early and help you tidy up. No one's lived here in years, have they?"

Sirius grinned. "Let it stay dirty," he said.

Remus smiled. "It's good to have you back, Padfoot." He turned to walk into the kitchen when Sirius pounced. Remus was on the ground with his arms and legs pinned spread-eagle before he knew what had hit him.

"Fifteen years," Sirius growled, pushing Remus down. "Fifteen years since we've really seen each other, really talked… really been alone," he finished lecherously.

There was a knock on the door. Sirius moaned and got up to answer it. Remus climbed to his feet, a guilty look on his face. After admonishing the guests to be quiet so as not to wake his mother's portrait, Sirius led them back into the room where Lupin waited.

"Kingsley, Minerva, Nymphadora," Remus greeted them.

"Remus!" Tonks exclaimed. "Please!"

"Tonks," Remus amended.

"Wotcher," she said, laughing.

"So, Shacklebolt," Sirius said. "I hear you've been put in charge of finding me."

"You better watch out, Black," Kingsley replied, smirking. "I've got the whole Ministry on your tail. All the way in Romania!" Sirius laughed his barking laugh at this.

'This is life,' he thought. 'Not prison cells and dementors. People, laughter… and Remus, of course.' He looked over at his friend, who was pretending not to be looking at him.

For the rest of the evening, Sirius was like a small child as he ran around, joyous at not being alone. He told jokes and pulled pranks, triumphantly yelling "Mischief managed!" when a prank was successful.

Remus grinned as he watched Sirius. Sirius looked back at him and grinned as well.

Later, after the rest of the Order had gone to bed, Sirius crawled up next to Remus in his bed.

"'Night, Moony," Sirius said.

"'Night, Padfoot."

Remus

Remus awoke to find a hand tracing lightly over his face. "Sirius?" he said groggily. "The hell are you doing?"

"Making sure you're here."

"Where else would I be?" Remus asked, smiling gently.

"Dunno, imaginary?"

"Imaginary?"

"Twelve years you were imaginary. I was just making sure."

"Well, I promise you I'm not imaginary. I'm- ow!" Sirius had just pinched him. "What was that for?"

"Making sure," Sirius replied, laughing.

Remus pinched him back.

"Ow!" Sirius yelped and pinched Remus again.

"What are we, six?" asked Remus.

"No, we're friends."

"Just friends?" Remus asked. Sirius smirked and rolled on top of him.

"Ow," Remus said again, weakly. "Get off me, Sirius."

"No." He shifted all of his weight onto Remus and Remus groaned. Sirius pursed his lips. "Now kiss me."

"I can't breathe," Remus said.

"I'm not getting off until you kiss me."

"I doubt you'll get off even then," Remus moaned.

"Likely not," Sirius agreed. "Do it anyway."

"I can't move."

Sirius sighed, and put his forehead to Lupin's. "You're a real pain, Moony, you know that?"

"Look who's talking," Remus replied. Sirius kissed him hard on the lips and rolled off of him.

"Better?"

"Much. I'm going back to sleep, Sirius. I suggest you do the same. And no touching my face this time."

"How about your…"

"Sirius!" Remus exclaimed, pushing his hand away and blushing. "There're other people in the house."

"Ahh," Sirius answered. "The Noble and Ancient House of Black has very thick walls. We're a promiscuous bunch, you know. But if you insist." He rolled over and gave a huge fake snore. Remus rolled his eyes and then closed them, breathing deeply until he began to drift off. His last thought before he went to sleep was 'This is life, isn't it? All downhill from here? Or maybe we'll just level off, Sirius and I. That'd be nice, just like this for the rest of forever…'