WARNING: This chapter is a little...rated T. So, if you don't like, don't read. I'll put a summary at the end of this chapter for those who want to skip it... But nothing happens between anyone. It's only thoughts.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and never will. It's not just me being pessimistic, it's the truth.

Remus cautiously entered the dormitory, where the object of his devotion should rest. He wandered over to Sirius's bedside, gazing at the rising and falling of his chest. He stared at his closed eyes, picturing the grey eyes that lie underneath the lids, bright with mischief and exctiment. Well, they were. Before he told Snape.

His eyes glanced over Sirius's lips, staring at their perfect shape. His lips parted slightly, and Sirius whispered "Remus..."

Remus's eyes opened wider, and Sirius rolled over and mumbled incoherently. He's still asleep. I could have sworn he said my name.

Remus's eyes went lower on Sirius's body, and he gazed transfixed at his flawless back, uncovered and illuminated by the moonlight. Remus noticed how Sirius's blanket was quite low on his perfect body, and Sirius turned over again, facing Remus.

Remus could not look away from Sirius's chiseled chest. He saw a thin scar marking the otherwise flawless body. He looked longingly at Sirius. Remus felt his pants start to tighten, but he still could not look away.

Remus finally managed to pry his eyes away from Sirius's body. He looked up to try to solve his "problem". Sirius's thumb got strategically placed in his mouth while Remus was still lusting.

Happy thoughts, Remus. Happy thoughts, Remus thought. The mesmerizedwerewolf unconsciously leaned forward, noticing that Sirius was sucking on his finger.

Remus's pants felt even tighter. What I wouldn't give to have him suck something else. Remus was shocked at his thoughts, but agreed wholeheartedly.

A loud snort filled the room and Remus was awoken from his trance. He slid into his own bed and was thanking Peter's loud sleeping habits for saving Remus from doing something he would regret later. I just have to think unhappy thoughts, and it will go away...

Remus started thinking about the girl that jumped Sirius, hoping that would un-arouse himself. He could not help but picture it was him that jumped Sirius and sticking his tongue down his mouth. That it was Remus that Sirius was groping, not that slut...

Far from calming him down, he began to feel he would never get rid of it. Anything. There has to be something that I find so disgusting that I'll be fine.

Remus then remembered what caused this lapse in their friendship. Snape and the whomping willow. Sirius told Snape. How could Sirius love me if he does that to me and tells Snape out of all the people? It's hopeless. I'll be stuck with unrequited love for the rest of my life.

His problem was solved, and yet, he felt even worse as he realized the truth. He would be alone forever since he could never love anyone other than Sirius.

Unrequited love sucks.

SUMMARY: Remus stares at Sirius when he is sleeping for a while before thinking how Sirius does not love him and that unrequited love sucks.

AN: This was a lot of fun to write, oddly enough. Sorry about the late update. I would have updated yesterday, but my internet did not work at all. I am almost done writing the next chapter, so if my internet continues to work, you can expect an update soon.