Ahhh you guys, I had an awesome response to the last chapter so I thought I should probably carry on with this story, and I have to say I like the shape it is taking in my brain. First heavily anticipatory story I've done, let me know how it's going :D

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TheGreenEyedIdiot x

Look at him.

Smug bastard.

Remus looked back down at his notes. He would not allow himself to blush. In his unwilling peripheral vision Remus could see Sirius grinning, still looking in his direction. He fought to keep the redness from his cheeks, but even as he forced himself to pay attention to Transfiguration he became more and more aware of Sirius' burning gaze on the side of his face. He blinked, he had the quill in his left hand, tracing over the shape of a capital 'A' over and over. Hmm. Sirius sat two places along from him, James in between them. James was unaware of anything, serenely trying to conjure a puddle of grease around Severus Snape's chair.

Remus closed his eyes for a moment or two, concentrating on letting the blood flow away from his face. It was infuriating, degrading; that all Sirius had to do was look at him for a while and Remus would lose it slightly. He risked at glance at the dark-haired boy. Sirius was still gazing calmly at him, not at his face any more, but at his forearms, where Remus had rolled up his sleeves to his elbows. When he sensed Remus' gaze on him, though, his eyes snapped up again and he grinned a bit as though he had been caught doing something naughty.

The thought of this made a great swoop of lust plunge down through Remus' stomach and twinge his crotch, and blood flooded to both his face and his, er… downstairs area. He shuffled uncomfortably, trying to rearrange his robes unobtrusively but Sirius' infallible eyes caught the movement. Remus watched in horror as Sirius swept his gaze along the length of Remus' body and caught delightedly on the bulge at his crotch. Sirius then flicked his gaze back at Remus' and grinned again, this time with even more lasciviousness than before.

Remus held the gaze for a moment or two as calmly as he could, and then looked back down at his work, determined to at least appear to be absorbed in the theory of metamorphosis. After a moment or two Sirius also relented, focusing his gaze on his own notes. However he appeared to be incapable of ignoring the unrelenting bulge in Remus' trousers, and every so often would look up from his work, glance at Remus' face for a moment and then slowly down at his crotch, which meant that by the end of the double period Remus was in quite a lot of pain.

Thinking desperately of Professor Bilge, the ancient divination teacher, Remus packed his things very slowly, trying to give his over-excited anatomy a chance to calm down before he had to stand up. Wizard's robes were many things, but crotch shielding was not one of them. Unfortunately Sirius was completely unable to leave it alone, he had finished packing away his things, so he strolled the couple of steps towards Remus and sat down casually on the edge of the desk next to him.

"Come the fuck on Moony, I've got things to do."

Remus rolled his eyes, "Bugger off then Pads, I think I'll be alright."

Sirius glanced directly at Remus' crotch, which was still hidden partially by the table. "I don't think you will, my dear Moony."

Remus, much to his annoyance, blushed again. He looked frustratedly up at Sirius through his fringe. "Yeah, thanks Pads."

Sirius shrugged. "I know a spell that can help with that, if you want."

Remus looked at him, amazed and pissed off. "Seriously? You're telling me this now?"

Sirius smiled his ridiculous roguish smile again; "Well I was enjoying the view before, wasn't I?"

Remus punched him half-jokingly on the arm. "Shut up you ponce, and help me out."

Sirius hopped off the table and winked, "Your wish is my command."

Before Remus could be confused by what that meant Sirius had come very close and crouched next to him, which put his face closer than normal to his very erect knob. Remus inhaled through his teeth.

Sirius, hearing the sound, grinned very broadly but kept his head down, deciding that Remus had been pissed off enough for one day. He then appeared to change his mind, because he moved his head even closer to whisper the spell. He risked a glance up at Remus, who was frozen, staring down at him. Sirius hid his smirk.

"Brace yourself, Moons."

"Wha-?"

It felt like he'd had his balls slapped with a frozen fish. Remus sucked in a yelp, instead slamming his hand down on Sirius' shoulder. Quite hard. Sirius looked up at Remus again from his position on the floor. "Merlin, Lupin, if I'd known it was that bad I would have done it earlier."

Remus simply glared at him.

"Come on Moody Moony, don't give me that look. Or is this a case of 'a friend in need is a friend indeed'?"

"Sirius."

"Yes?"

"You're very annoying, shut up."

"Ahhh, just for you Moons. Let's go and eat something."

The trouble was that Remus wasn't annoyed. Not in the slightest. He found Sirius' wittery nonsensical way of speaking adorable, he even thought the name 'Moody Moony' wasn't too bad when it came out of Sirius' mouth, it was-

Wow. Not adorable. Definitely not adorable. Sexy? Could he say that? Whatever the rules for this sort of thing were, they didn't seem to have any influence on what was acceptable when you were following Sirius Black to lunch. More than once Remus felt his hands make an involuntary twitch towards the unfathomably perfect arse in front of him. More than once Remus found himself whether Sirius would mind. Almost more importantly whether Sirius would mind if it was James groping him instead.

Ridiculous. Degrading.

Remus furrowed his brow and trained his eyes on the centre of Sirius' back instead, but he found himself looking for a hint of the shapesof the muscles under the robes. That was completely ridiculous, he knew very well what Sirius looked like without a top on - they had shared a dorm for over six years, after all. But his eyes kept looking for the pattern of shoulder blade, noticing how the slight swagger in his walk made Sirius' shoulders swing from side to side, almost as though he wasn't very well balanced. He was - well balanced, that is. He was excellent on a broom. Really excellent. For a moment Remus let himself daydream about Sirius riding a broom, before he pinched his own thigh through the fabric of his pocket.

Completely bloody ridiculous.

For safety Remus moved up to walk next to Sirius, but the insane urge to grab his hand swept over him, and in a panic Remus sped up a little so he was a pace or so ahead. What was wrong with him? And now, obviously, he could feel Sirius' infuriatingly sexy gaze on him again. It was like a bright spotlight, honing in on each part of his body individually before the final sweep over. It was eye sex without even any eye contact. It was mental sex. Remus risked a glance at his friend's face, which, surprisingly, was slightly flushed. He looked almost as strange as Remus felt, and his gaze was fixed very definitely on the skin of Remus' arms. Feeling his gaze, Sirius looked up, took in his expression, and a look that Remus had never seen before spread over the other boy's face. It was nearly feral, desperate and yet confident. It was disturbingly sexy; Remus could feel himself moving towards the other boy before he knew what he was doing. He was nearly there-

Fortunately, or unfortunately, they had reached the Great Hall. The wall of noise hit them like a cold shower, Remus froze, Sirius shook his head like his dog counterpart and grinned sheepishly at his friend.

"Come the fuck on, Moony. I've got things to do."