Sirius: Tomo's tired of staring at this chapter, and exhausted from two hours solid dance practise, so Remus and I are introducing the story!

Remus: Yup. Poor girl. -looks over to Tomo, who's in bed with only her hair showing-

Sirius: This is a very sexy fanfic, don't you think?

Remus: I'm sure. -rolls eyes-

Sirius: And it's only going to get sexier. Tomo left me this list of things I should tell people. Should I read it?

Remus: Of course.

Sirius: Okay... "WARNING: Swearing, some more boy/boy action" ...ooooh, fun! "a bit more mild feelings, and an ACTUAL KISS!" Wow. Kissing! Wooo!

Remus: Just keep reading. No need to commentate.

Sirius: Fine, fine, whatever. "Dedication: This story is still for Lita, whose hair is almost as long as Sirius', and twice as nice. Ha ha." Wow, she sounds hot. If I wasn't gay, I'd probably have sex with her!

Remus: NO COMMENTARY!

Sirius: You're no fun. "Disclaimer: Any characters you recognise belong to J.K Rowling, not me." What does that mean?

Remus: No idea. Weird.

Sirius: Well it's what the list says. Whatever. There, I read the list. Wasn't that fun? Now guess what time it is?

Remus: Oh god...

Sirius: REVIEWER KISSES!

Remus: -.- Kill me.

Sirius: I will pretend that is a typo. -pounce-

Remus: -flees-

Sirius: Anyway... I send my kisses TO... ProtegoNox, Shiri Razi, E.Nigma, Silverone3, xX-Fiona-Xx, rekahneko, and Scope Williams.

Sirius: Also, since Tomo forgot last chapter, as she is LAZY and should be BEATEN...

Tomo: NEEEEH

Sirius: ...apology kisses to the reviewers of chapter one, E.Nigma, Noc07, rekahneko, Anon, Beth5572, ProtegoNox, Shiri Razi, and orange sheep of the flock.

Sirius: Tomo's also written responses to some of Chapter 2's reviews, which I will grab Remus to read after the fic, as I think Tomo's captured him...

Remus: -from Tomo's bed- FOR THE LOVE OF GOD HELP ME!!

The Marauders

That afternoon, the Marauders were all just wandering around, doing the things they did. Peter was on the computer, James was practising his guitar, Remus was attempting to read, and Sirius was trying to serenade him.

"Oh Reeeeemus, your bow drags across the strings of my HEAAAAAAAART's violiiiiiin!" He sang dramatically, plucking a random, mellow tune on his guitar. "With your teeeeeeeaaaaaa and your de-li-cious AAAAAARSEEE, you sweeeeep meeeeeeee awaaaaaay!"

"Very impressive." Remus raised an eyebrow. "It's comforting to know you spend time looking at my arse."

"That's good, because it's a very nice arse. Do you work out?"

Remus rolled his eyes. "You're an idiot."

"Why thank you."

Sirius plucked on his guitar some more, offering occasional musical compliments to various parts of Remus' anatomy, ranging from his 'delicate, petite earlobes of a God', to 'those blessed buttocks, bringing joy to the children of the world.' Remus merely rolled his eyes, trying to read his book, and ignoring the tiny part of him that kinda liked this. Sirius did look awfully sweet there, guitar in hand, singing softly, eyes warm with mirth. It was a charming sight, and Remus could understand why girls across the globe threw themselves at him, Sirius' hair fell around him gracefully, perfectly straight, and oh so soft looking. His eyes were long-lashed, and the deepest, darkest grey you would ever see. His nose and cheeks were built aristocratically, giving him perfectly refined looks. His posture was always relaxed, a hint of a smile on his face at all times, and he was built slenderly, though there were clearly muscles hiding in there. Sirius was incredibly nice looking, and Remus was so lost in these thoughts, that it took him awhile to realise just how strange it was that he was thinking all of these things about his close friend. By that time, Sirius had moved on, and was now singing in a low tune about the shade of Remus' eyes, a task he seemed to take great seriousness in. Remus knew what they were; Werewolf Gold, but Sirius continued to use adjectives such as 'Enrapturing' and descriptions like 'two golden suns lighting up the world.' Remus sighed, closing his book, and eyed Sirius.

"Fine. I'll pay attention to you." He said, sounding far less grouchy than he was. Sirius grinned blindingly, and finally ended the song. Standing up, he walked over to Remus and plopped down in his lap, carelessly shoving the book aside. Remus mourned the loss, it had been a rather good book, and he had been enjoying it, but he could always read it later. Now however, he had a lap full of Sirius, and no idea what to do with it.

"Why did you sit on me?" Remus asked, raising an eyebrow. Sirius shrugged absently.

"You looked comfortable. And you are. Therefore, my logic is sound."

"Whatever." Remus rolled his eyes. "Surprise you know the meaning of the word logic."

"Logic has a meaning?" Sirius blinked with utter innocence. "I thought it was just a word that made people sound smarter."

Remus rolled his eyes. "You're an idiot."

"Damn straight."

They sat in silence for a short while, Sirius picking at his chipped black nailpolish, Remus realising all over again just how uncomfortable it was to have someone sit in your lap. The silence was broken when Sirius got bored, lying along the sofa, head in Remus' lap. This was far more comfortable, and Remus smiled, a detail which didn't escape Sirius' gaze.

"Ohh, you like it when I put my head in your lap, don't you?" He grinned wickedly, and Remus blinked.

"I wha?"

"You like my head in your lap. You like the idea of how near my mouth is to your penis. Oh yeees. You like that."

"Actually now that you've mentioned it, I feel slightly unclean." Remus said dryly, and Sirius grinned.

"I gooooot you, you reaaaaacted. I win."

"Shut it."

"Shut what? The fridge? My door? The book? The book is already shut, Remus dear. It's under my arse."

Remus rolled his eyes. "You.Are.An.Idiot."

"Love you too."

The conversation ebbed, and Sirius watched Remus, as he stared off into space. The man was excessively pretty, with large, feminine golden eyes, plump lips, a slightly large nose, and thick hair hanging around his face. The three scars running from the top of his left eyebrow to the bottom of his right cheek did nothing to take away from his beauty, only making him look more lovely, with a slightly dangerous edge. His eyes always looked like they were searching for something more, always wanting that extra bit of knowledge, and the way his pouty lips pushed forward looked almost like he was trying to taste it. He was beautiful, physically as well as otherwise, and Sirius found that he was studying his friend harder than he had ever studied anyone or anything before. Remus was gorgeous, and his inner beauty showed in his every pore. While Sirius was the very icon of sex as he frequently stated, Remus was clearly something different. He didn't change his image to fit in with the band, or to cater to fans, he looked just the way he was, and didn't cheapen that for anything. And Sirius liked it.

000

"Hey mate." James said by way of greeting, clapping Sirius on the back as he strode into the area the guitarist was inhabiting. He was sitting leant forward, chin in his hands, a half written song in front of him. James sat down next to Sirius, looking over the song approvingly. It was cryptic, and he didn't know what meaning Sirius was trying to convey yet, but it looked good so far.

"G'day Prongsy. This bloody song's got my number, I have no idea what I was trying to write about in the first place. I started it ages ago, just found it under my bunk."

James laughed. "Well let's hear it. I might be able to help."

Sirius shrugged, pulling his guitar seemingly out of nowhere, and plucking out a remorseful tune.

"Oh dear one

I've lost your faith again

And if it would help

I'd sing this song again

Because I know

'something something something'

I should be crushed beneath your feet.

Those tender eyes

The soft and luscious lips

And if it couldn't be tonight

Then this chance would be missed.

Your pretty face, your sweetest fuck

Won't you just come with me tonight?

Verse two goes here, but I haven't really written it yet..." Sirius said apologetically.

"Those tender eyes

Above your touchable lips

And if it couldn't be tonight

The perfect chance would be missed.

Your pretty face, your sweetest touch

Won't you just be with me tonight?

And yes... that's really all I have." Sirius shrugged, putting the guitar down. "I just can't remember what it was supposed to be about, or who it was to." He sighed. "Oh well." Sirius folded the song up, shoving it in the pocket of his jeans. "What's been up with you?"

James shrugged. "Nothing really. I've been hanging out with Lils a lot, of course. She never ceases to astound me. Have you seen the way the light..."

"Yeah yeah, boring romantic speech. Jamesie, I hate to tell you this, but we all got sick of them when we were twelve. We realise that Lily shines and glows and sparkles and her eyes are the most beautiful things ever and she has great tits, blah blah blah. As a matter of fact, I think she does too." Sirius eyed James, who huffed.

"Whatever. I just think she's..."

"Amazing, radiant, brilliant, beautiful, a gem among all women, a bloody good fuck. Heard it before."

James huffed. "What's been up with you then?"

Sirius shrugged. "Not much you won't have heard about. I've been bothering Remus mostly. I'm really surprised that boy hasn't just hit me over the head with his book or something yet. He must have the patience of..." Sirius' rant ended, and he thought for a moment. Finally, he grinned, evidently having found the perfect example. "Something really patient."

James sighed. "Of course he does. He's bloody Remus. He could put up with you for the rest of his life. Hey." James grinned, clearly having thought of some good joke. "You should just marry Remus. He wouldn't get sick of you, like everyone else you've ever dated."

Sirius blinked, paling ever so slightly. James didn't know about his preferences, but even so that one hit a little close to home. He glared at James, and the bespectacled man grinned, knowing he had hit a nerve, and determined to push it even more. "And you were going on about how he's oh so good at kissing... yeah, I reckon that'd be great. The fangirls would go mad. Just think of the fanfiction."

Sirius paused, taking a moment to think of the fanfiction. "That would be pretty awesome..."

James blinked. "Don't tell me you're actually thinking of it, because that'd just be way too weird."

Sirius rolled his eyes, smacking James. "Don't be a git. Of course not. It's called playing along, you arsehole." James promptly retaliated with a smack from a cushion, and a pillow fight was begun. Sirius couldn't help thinking though, that for a while, that had seemed like a really nice idea. He and Remus could be together, the fangirls could be happy, and he and Remus would both have some. As he whacked James in the face with the pillow and laughed, knocking the other man's glasses off, he found himself feeling sorry for Remus, due to what he had said that night. I mean, sure, asexuality seemed to suit Remus well enough, he didn't appear to need anything more than his friends to keep him happy, but everyone deserved to have someone to treat them nicely, to buy them flowers, and to... Sirius paused in battering James, face slightly red, and was paid back for his lapse into thought with a cushion to the back of the knees, barrelling him back to reality, where Remus was straight, and nothing more than a best friend, just like James was a brother.

Nonetheless, an idea had been planted in Sirius' brain, and as he battered James until the other guitarist begged for mercy, the idea grew and expanded, until it was a fully fledged plan.

000

Remus finally took his shower that evening, revelling in the fact that they were on the move, and no longer had a show every other night, giving them time to relax. He wandered back to his bunk dressed only in a towel, to find a note on his bed. Curious, he opened it, recognising Sirius' messy handwriting immediately.

Get dressed in something nice, and meet me in the lounge room. Paddy-Poo.

Rolling his eyes at the nickname, Remus pulled on a clean black shirt with blue pinstripes, loose, comfortable black pants, and tied his wet hair back with a black leather cord. Smiling at his appearance, he headed into the lounge. The bus had stopped now, as they were staying in a hotel tonight, more for the novelty of it than anything else. He gasped when his eyes fell upon Sirius, dressed like Remus had never seen him before. He was dressed like some gothic fashion idol, in a flouncy white shirt underneath a black waistcoat, with black dress pants, hair falling messily about him, dark eyeliner applied perfectly. The only breaks in the look were the grin on Sirius' face, and the bouquet of roses in his arms.

"What's all this, Sirius?" Remus blinked, totally confused now. Sirius smiled, getting up and holding the roses out to Remus.

"For you. What you said last night got me thinking. Even if you don't do all the dating stuff, you deserve to have at least one good night, where someone treats you the way you should be treated. And well... here I am." Sirius smiled, his hair flicking beautifully as he moved. Remus just stared, slackjawed, for a second, before grinning. Sirius didn't wait for him to speak, grabbing the werewolf's slender wrist. "Come on. We have a delicious dinner reservation that's not going to wait." He smiled, dragging Remus off the bus, and then they were outside a romantic looking restaurant, with roses in the windows. Sirius, still holding Remus' wrist gently, pulled the smaller man inside, and over to the Mâitre d'.

"Hi." Sirius smiled somewhat awkwardly, letting go of Remus to run a hand through his hair. "Uh... Sirius Black... I reserved a table for two?"

The Mâitre d' eyed them, then nodded, leading the two men wordlessly to a table by a window, overlooking a lake, the light of the half moon rippling over it beautifully.

Remus smiled, the roses still cradled in one arm. "This is so wonderful."

Sirius grinned. "Good. You deserve to be shown a wonderful night at least once."

They chatted lightly about other general topics, like their days, and the band and such, until the waiter, a short, perky blonde girl, who gibbered with excitement when she realised who she was serving showed up to take their orders. After ordering, Remus looked Sirius in the eyes.

"So, seriously. Why're you doing this?"

Sirius shrugged. "I don't know. Like I said, I thought you deserved to get a nice night out, for once in your life. I don't want anything out of it, I just want to see you enjoying yourself."

Remus smiled, and dropped it at that, turning to admire the roses the eager (and somewhat giddy at seeing them) waitress had put in a vase for him. They were beautiful, long-stemmed red roses, six in total, each one exactly perfect. They were the most beautiful thing Remus had ever been given, and he couldn't stop staring at them. Sirius smiled, watching as his friend observed the roses. Remus was clearly not expecting anything this nice, and he looked absolutely beautiful looking at those roses, taking them in totally. After awhile, he looked up at Sirius, smiling that beautiful, innocent smile of his.

"They're so beautiful. I've never gotten anything like them..." He smiled softly, touching one of the petals with the tip of a finger.

"Then it's roses every birthday from now on." He smiled. "And Christmas, and easter, and valentines day, and halloween, and whatever holiday you want." Sirius smiled.

Remus laughed. "Thanks Sirius. I think I prefer the out of the blue-ness though. It's so amazing... nobody's ever done anything like this for me before."

Sirius smiled. "And I'd do it again just to see you looking this happy."

Remus smiled helplessly, and Sirius smiled wider. He didn't know what was happening between him and his closest friend, but he didn't want it to stop.

000

After their meal, during which more meaningless banter was exchanged, Sirius dragged Remus to his feet.

"Come on sexy, grab your roses. We're going dancing." He grinned, pulling the roses out of their water and presenting them to Remus once more.

Remus blushed, taking the roses. "Where are we going?"

"Not some sleazy club, that's for sure. Someplace nice." He smiled mysteriously, pulling Remus out of there by the hand, pausing only to pay the bill, and not let the bassist pay a cent.

Sirius pulled Remus, laughing, down the street, leading him to a park. It was populated by a sparse few couples, and fairy lights had been set in all the bushes. There was a band playing fun dancing music, and some people were sitting at tables around the edge of a tiled area, while others danced together or apart on the dance floor. There was soft lighting covering the whole area, making it seem magical.

Remus gasped when he saw it, his whole face lighting up, glowing with wonder and delight. Without noticing really, Remus twined his fingers with Sirius' and squeezed lightly, taking in every detail of the scene. Sirius smiled, watching his friend's face come alive with joy. And then, without warning, Remus whirled around and hugged Sirius hard, being careful not to crush the flowers.

"This is... amazing. Thank you." Remus smiled, his voice slightly muffled by Sirius' shirt. Sirius smiled warmly at his friend, returning the hug tenderly.

"Any time." He said assuringly. Remus relinquished his hug, grabbing Sirius' hand now to drag him along.

"Come on, we've got to dance!" He beamed. Sirius laughed, following Remus briefly over to an unoccupied table to leave the roses, before they headed over to the dance floor. A few people stared, but nobody questioned them as the two men began moving to the lively beat, Sirius spinning a laughing Remus around. They danced all through what was left of the first song, and when the second song started up, a slower, more romantic tune, Sirius drew Remus close, wrapping his arms around his friend's waist, while Remus coiled his around Sirius' neck. They were pressed together somewhat more than platonically, but Sirius didn't really mind, and Remus didn't seem to notice.

"This is the most amazing day of my life." Remus smiled warmly, his whole face aglow with happiness. Sirius smiled back, that happiness mirrored in his own face.

"Mine too." He said truthfully, and then their eyes locked, shining amber meeting dark blue, and then slowly, as though through custard, their faces began to move together, lips sealing each other in a gentle, hesitant kiss, Remus' arms tightening around Sirius' neck, bringing the tall man down to his level, while Sirius' hands drew Remus as close as possible, pressing every inch of their bodies together, every point of contact suddenly charged with a new, yet strangely familiar energy. Their tongues played together sweetly, the kiss remaining gently innocent, filled with new promise, and the unknown. This was a kiss unlike any either of them had experienced before, and neither wanted it to end.

All good things must come to a close though, and they reluctantly pulled apart for air, Sirius resting his forehead on Remus', eyes locked once more, Remus' innocent and virginal, full of unanswered questions, desire to know what had just happened.

"What are we doing?" The words fell from his lips in a breathless whisper.

"Well, I haven't asked anyone, but I'm relatively sure that we're kissing." He smirked, ever so slightly, and a gentle laugh escaped Remus' mouth, and then it was covered with Sirius' own again, neither of them sure what was going on, and neither really wanting to know.

Tomo: I'm ending it there. MWAHAHAHA. In.Your.Face!

Sirius: BUT I WANT HOT STEAMY REMUSEX!

Tomo: All in good time. Remus is a bit preoccupied right now anyway. -glances over to bound and gagged Remus on bed-

Sirius: But I thought he was going to read the responses!

Tomo: Why do you think I'm up?

Sirius: ... the teapot was irresistable?

Tomo: Don't make me bind and gag you too. Anyway, here are my responses to my kind reviewers...

(ProtegoNox: LOL I'd be out there too, must say. Ohh yummy stage action, in tight pants. And I fully agree on the Peter issue, I hate it when he's just overlooked. I don't like what he did in the books, but he needs to be a character, dammit. And not just a slimy one.

E.Nigma: Wahey, I'm liking this THREEsome of numbers. Your review made me all warm inside, and it also made me laugh wildly, like a hyena, or some crazed person reading her fanfic's reviews. Hope you enjoyed chapter number THREE, the fourth one'll be along soon enough :)

xX-Fiona-Xx: I don't know if I can fit Sev in... Delicious as he is, this story isn't very accomodating for other canon characters (Harry doesn't exist at all.) We'll see though. No SSLM though. It squicks me. :P)

Tomo: Well, that was fun... but down to business. You all know the deal, reading masses, review, and get a kiss from Sirius.

Sirius: But I wanna kiss REMUS!

Tomo: Tsk tsk, wait your patience. Gosh, he's so frisky. :)