Disclaimer;;
I am not J.K. Rowling. I am just borrowing her characters to play with and promise to put them back when done.

Warnings;;
Boys kissing! oh my! O:

2. Love


The air was warm, the sun making it almost too hot to sit outside. Remus was glad for the shade of the tree around the lake. He was currently sitting under one, leaning against the trunk and leafing through his potions book. Fourth year exams were about to come up and Remus wasn't sure how he was going to do on this particular exam. He closed the book, dropping it at his side. He wasn't really taking in anything anyways. His best friend's face kept swimming in his mind's eye. Sirius Black had become a terrible distraction for him lately.

Remus wasn't entirely sure why the boy had caught his fancy, particularly because it was Sirius and because he was a boy. It somewhat bothered Remus, mostly since he had just been on a date with Maria Garcia the previous night and had enjoyed it immensely. Now though, his thoughts were filled with a dark haired teen and exactly what he would enjoy doing to said teen. Remus frowned at himself, picking at a loose thread of his robes. It was rather frustrating, being so utterly confused as to what he really wanted and it was nearly impossible to sort out such things when Sirius was constantly bothering him for help with his homework.

"Hey, Moony."

Remus looked up, shading his eyes with a hand and looked up at the very person he had just been thinking about.

"Hello Padfoot," he replied. Sirius smiled and dropped easily to the ground next to Remus. He shook his hair out of his face, having just started to grow it long to annoy his mother. Remus thought that he had a list in his head of things he would do to bother his family and was slowly working through them. So far he had been sorted into Gryffindor, befriended a half-blood and now was growing out his hair. Sirius had never been so pleased.

"Are you doing okay? You seemed off today," Sirius asked, picking at a blade of grass.

Remus shrugged, "Yeah, I'm fine. Just been thinking about some stuff."

"Care to share?"

"I don't think so," the werewolf shook his head. Sirius said nothing, laying back on the grass and folding his hands behind his head. They said nothing for a long time. Remus continued picking at the loose thread, trying very hard to not glance at Sirius out of the corner of his eye although he had cheated a few times. The pureblood had his eyes closed and was lying in a patch of sunlight, seeming to enjoy the warmth immensely.

"You're terrible at sneaking looks," Sirius said suddenly, not evening opening his eyes. Remus jumped. He had thought the teen had dozed off or was lost in thought, not paying attention.

"Who says I'm sneaking looks?" Remus retorted although he could feel a blush creep across his cheeks. He had thought that he was good at this, much better at hiding his utter infatuation with the Animagi.

"I do because I've been watching you do it for the past two months," Sirius sat up, leaning on his elbow. Strands of hair fell into his eyes and he smirked crookedly at Remus.

"I haven't been looking at you," Remus said, despite knowing that he was quite obviously going to lose this argument.

"Don't lie to me," Sirius growled, moving closer. Remus closed his eyes tight, trying to not give in to impulse and just kiss the other boy.

"I like lying," Remus murmured.

"Open your eyes," Sirius demanded, climbing into Remus' lap and straddling his hips. Remus obeyed and flinched at the surprise closeness of Sirius and his face.

"Stay still," the Animagi breathed, leaning forward slowly. Remus watched, transfixed, as Sirius' head came closer to his, tilting slightly to his left. Remus automatically tilted his head the opposite way and their lips touched briefly. Their eyes closed again as Sirius moved his body closer to Remus, deepening the somewhat hesitant kiss. Remus' mind had gone blank. He couldn't think, he couldn't move. And he didn't want to. Sirius brought a hand to cup Remus' jaw, tilting the boy's head to kiss him a little more fully before he pulled away, still touching Remus.

"You really shouldn't lie to me," he murmured, licking his lips as if savoring the taste of the lycanthrope, "Especially when I've been doing the same thing." Remus raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth but found his lips busy again before he managed to respond. Slowly, their awkwardness at kissing another boy and shyness (at least on Remus' end) about kissing in general began to fade away. It wasn't just lust that began to flood through Remus' veins. It was something much deeper than that. The desire to protect and shield Sirius from anything and everything. The terrible jealousy that began to lurk at the thought of the other boy dating a girl instead of him. The utter joy that Sirius felt the same about him.

As Sirius pulled away from the second kiss, although his face was only a few inches away, Remus realized something that seemed utterly impossible. He had fallen in love with Sirius Black. He glanced down, feeling a blush creep over his face again, unsure about this revelation. Sirius took his hand and Remus looked up to see that cocky arrogant smirk on the pureblood's face. His heart trembled worse than usual and silently Remus whispered to himself that he did indeed love Sirius Black.