Sirius reached up to caress Remus' chest, the other arm sliding around his robed waist which was getting heavier as the water soaked into the cloth.

"You need me?" Sirius repeated rather harshly against his mouth.

Remus' eyes flicked up worriedly. Sirius' face twisted in frustration and Remus felt himself being shoved away, his own back hitting the opposite tile. Sirius reached over and shut the shower faucet off as Remus stared at him with wide eyes.

"So let me get this straight." Sirius said, hand still lingering on the metal handle, not even bothering to cover up his rather obvious nakedness. "whatever we've got going on here… you're allowed to just… waltz in any time you damn well please and have your bloody way with me, but if I want one kiss after we've gone at it, you can just shove me away and treat me like some fucking… some stupid, worthless… like I'm just there as your toy or something that doesn't have any feelings. Is that how this works?"

Remus blinked at him.

"I didn't mean to treat you like you were…" he gaped at him. "I thought we had… I thought in the hospital wing, we'd gotten past that… when I looked at you and we were laughing."

"Yeah, well excuse the fuck out of me if I can't get over it that easily." Sirius spat at him. "Why did you do it anyways? Are you really that disgusted by me?"

Remus felt shame boiling in his gut.

"No," he said shakily.

Silence resonated around them as Sirius waited for him to go on but Remus couldn't think of anything else to say.

Sirius sighed.

"We need to stop this. Now. I can't keep… I can't do this…"

Remus felt an odd sort of panic burst inside him.

"But—wait!—why—"

Sirius walked past him and grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist.

"I can't just… do that with someone and then not feel anything," he said in anguish. "I can't just shut off all my emotions like you can, apparently. I've never done anything like this before. At least you have Mary, but I've never kissed anyone else, never had a girlfriend, never done anything. And sure, when we say it's just for practicing it sounds good and harmless but then it happens and I can't just pretend it doesn't mean anything to me."

He sat down on the edge of the bathtub that was next to the shower and leaned forward, pressing his face into his hands.

Remus stepped out of the shower and sat next to him.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "Maybe I have been a complete selfish arse about this. But—" Remus hesitated when Sirius stood up and crossed the room to sit on the counter of the vanity, facing him. "But I never meant for it to get out of hand. I mean—you're Sirius. You've always gone out of your way to make sure people know you don't care about rules or your reputation… I really did think you didn't care what we did together. Especially because of Mary."

Sirius was staring into his lap at the white towel, listening quietly. A long moment passed and he didn't say anything.

"I'm sorry." Remus whispered again. "Maybe you're right. Maybe we shouldn't be doing any of this."

There was another long silence. Remus didn't know what else to say and was about to get up to leave when he heard Sirius mumble something.

"What?" Remus said.

Sirius hesitated.

"You do… want this, don't you?"

Remus paused before nodding.

Sirius threw his hands a little.

"Sometimes it's like… I just feel like we wouldn't even be doing any of it if it were up to you."

Remus' eyes fell to the floor.

"Well… I came in here this time. So I've got one on you now."

There was another pause.

"I do want this." Remus said. "If you want to keep it up, then… then I still want to."

Sirius digested his words before frowning.

"What the hell made you anyways?"

"Made me what?

"Come in here this time. What made you?"

"Oh…I, uh…sort of screwed things up with Mary."

Sirius' head snapped up.

"You broke up with her?"

"No, not quite… well, maybe actually. I don't know, but it's messed up and it might be over."

Sirius stared at him for a moment before smiling.

"And you came running to me, did you?"

Remus fidgeted.

"I didn't intend to. You were in here and I just snapped or something…"

Sirius laughed at him but then stopped, looking a little sheepish.

"Do you want to…"

Remus looked at him, realizing what he was talking about.

"We shouldn't" he said immediately.

"Well, it kind of seemed like you were going to."

"I don't know what I was going to do," he said immediately. "I think I just wanted to kiss you."

Sirius stood up, walking back toward the shower.

"Then come and kiss me."

Sirius grinned as he turned the shower back on hot and stepped in, casting the towel aside.

Remus stared at him, taking deep steadying breaths. He watched the water running and sliding down the angles of his pelvis, down his thighs, splashing on his broad shoulders. Sirius was not a boy anymore… there was nothing on him that was soft or girlish. If he got in that shower with him, there was nothing he could use to justify being turned on by those muscles, or that scar-less lithe body of his…

Remus' eyes flicked up and he caught Sirius watching him, head cocked upwards smugly.

"Come here," he said.

Remus gulped and stood up. He used a hand to steady himself against the wall as he pulled off his shoes and socks and then continued walking cautiously over. Sirius reached out once he was within arm's reach and, reminding Remus forcefully of Mary, pulled him into the shower by his collar.

The faucet streamed over him, soaking his hair and robes in searing water. Sirius was staring at his face as he unbuttoned his black school robes and slid them off his shoulders. They fell with a heavy slapping sound over the drain and water started pooling at their feet.

Remus stood there wearing nothing but his black brief shorts, feeling completely incomparable to the other boy. Scars swooped around his ribs and arms, and a large bite mark from the attack on him as a child was unhide-able on his left hipbone. He winced a little as the other boys hands rested on his waist.

Sirius' eyes raked over his body, darkening as they took in all the damage.

"I know it's bad." Remus whispered.

"No." Sirius said. "You're…"

He trailed off and their eye's flicked up to meet. Remus thought back to all those times he had caught Sirius staring at him and felt a fluttering ache in his chest.

Abandoning all pretense, Remus leaned in and pressed their lips together. Their breath caught and Sirius pulled him closer, their mouths melting into each other. Sirius tasted nothing like strawberry lip balm… he tasted like mint and something else, something strong. And he smelled nothing like vanilla, but of soap and grass and musk.

Head spinning, Remus pulled Sirius completely against him and felt the hot wall of the shower hit his back. Sirius placed one hand on his shoulder and kept him there as his mouth moved down his neck.

Remus could feel his soaked boxers pulling tight around his groin. Long fingers slid down his abs and teased the skin just under the elastic band.

"Sirius," he breathed. "…please."

Sirius moaned into his neck and thrust his hips forward. Remus looked down and saw Sirius' cock jutting out from his body, curving upwards in attention. The steam and heat around them was intoxicating, pressing in on them.

Remus reached up and, hesitating, ran the edge of his fingers along the hard flesh. He saw the balls clench in response and it quivered, Sirius' muscles contracting.

"Remus…"

His name was whispered into his neck. Both of them were panting. Remus wasn't sure if Sirius was as frightened as he was… it felt like his heart was beating so loud it was echoing.

He kept staring at Sirius' cock as his fingertips ran back down, just barely touching, and a stream of creamy white precum surged suddenly from the engorged head.

Remus knew what felt good when he touched himself. He knew which parts of his cock were sensitive and how much he ached sometimes for someone else to touch him there, suck him there, how sometimes he felt like he was being driven mad with the need to thrust into someone and the fuck them relentlessly until he'd came over and over again… so he knew what would make Sirius cum, he just wasn't sure if he had the courage to do it.

"Tell me what you want." Remus whispered.

Sirius slid the boxers off his hips and he felt his own cock twitch in arousal as it was freed, blood rushing through it, throbbing in need. It was leaking too, gathering more moisture as the shower poured around them.

"Well," Sirius whispered back. "You said you wanted to practice things… has she, uh…

Remus looked up, their eyes meeting. Sirius' were smoldering, one corner of his mouth hitched up mischievously.

"Has she gone down on you yet?"

Remus' knees almost gave in.

He wouldn't… he couldn't…

Remus opened his mouth and tried to say 'no' but no sound came out. He choked on air, his throat too dry to speak despite the humidity.

Sirius pushed forward and kissed him, fiercely this time. He sucked greedily on Remus' tongue and raked his teeth aggressively along the lower lip, passion pouring out of his entire being. His hands slid all over Remus' now drenched body, messaging him, exploring every inch of his torso. One hand gripped his shoulder from behind and then dug nails in, raking roughly down his back.

Remus moaned in surprise, head arching back from the sudden pain, but it was fleeting. A sensual tingling sensation burst from his skin as the pain subsided. He stopped arching back and leaned in to kiss Sirius again but realized he wasn't standing anymore.

He looked down. Sirius had dropped to his knees and, with a small look up at Remus, started to press hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses on the sensitive flesh around his pulsing cock, teasing him. His mouth was so close to being on him and around him, his cheek even brushed the tip of his wet member as he moved up to lick hungrily at his belly button.

Remus' knees trembled. His whole body was aching for that mouth, he was blind with lust and need… the head of his cock was oozing a continuous stream of precum now, sliding down his rock-hard shaft and dripping off his swollen balls.

"Sirius," he choked out suddenly. "You haven't told me what you want... I don't want to just… and I'm too close…"

He whimpered as he saw Sirius grin against his skin and reach down to stroke his own glistening erection. Remus stared mesmerized as Sirius ran his bottom lip across the wet head of his cock, finally making contact.

"It's okay." Sirius murmured against the tip, both lips touching him now, the vibrations from his voice shivering through Remus' aching dick. "I've got this one. I just want you to…" and his voice turned into a low, dark, dangerous growl when he said, "say my name when you cum."

Sirius' lips parted and engulfed his entire cock in his mouth, sliding down until the sensitive head hit the back of his throat and Sirius closed his lips, sucking and swallowing around him.

"Uuuhnng," Remus moaned loudly, his muscles convulsing in pleasure. His hips bucked forward, blood rushing into his groin so fast his head was spinning.

Sirius bobbed his head up and down but kept his lips sealed, the suction building with Remus' arousal. He pulled back a little and rubbed his hot, wet tongue into the slit at the tip before plunging it into the back of his throat again to swallow around it, delicious friction making the nerve endings there ache for release.

Remus felt his balls tightening; the pleasure was building too much too soon, boiling in him, rushing into his cock with the force of a tidal wave—

He reached down and plunged his hand into Sirius' hair, feeling it bobbing back and forth. He fisted the wet locks and felt Sirius moan around him, shivers pushing him even closer—

"Sirius," he moaned. "Uuunnhhhg god, Sirius I'm… I'm gonna cum…"

Sirius pushed forward and sucked hard around him, moaning, tongue slithering around the throbbing vein underneath the shaft as Remus' knees shook violently and he came, semen shooting into Sirius' eager throat, muscles contracting spastically, his eyes screwed shut in the force of his orgasm. Waves of pleasure crashed over him at each throb. His lungs deflated and hitched, forgetting how to breath properly. His free palm gripped the tile wall for support as Sirius drank him down, the hardness eventually ebbing away as his dick became limp and spent.

Remus finally took one deep breath, his brain savoring the oxygen. He let his knees give way, the flat of his back sliding down the tiles until he was sitting down in the flooded base of the shower with his knees bent over each side of Sirius' kneeling frame.

He was spread wide open in front Sirius, hands propping him up a little from the floor on either side of him, watching. Sirius' hand was flying over his own cock, milking the last spurts of cum out of it until he stopped to swish his hand clean in the gathering water and look up at Remus.

They both sat there, stunned, panting as the hot water continued to rain down around them.

"You should have… let me do that." Remus whispered finally, gesturing at his subsiding erection.

Sirius just blinked at him for a moment.

"Next time," he breathed before leaning in to suck at the water in the crook of Remus' neck. Remus sighed, closing his eyes and resting his wet head gently against Sirius', savoring his company and the feel of his soft lips until the shower overflowed and all the hot water ran out.

.x~*~x.

"Yes, Mr. Lupin?"

"Isn't it because snakes only see in inferred?"

"Correct, take ten points for Gryffindor. Now, the basilisk has several enemies as well, one of which…"

Remus went back to doodling on his spare piece of parchment, trying to accurately draw a giant serpent with gleaming eyes. It was Friday afternoon in Defense Against the Dar Arts and the last class of the day. Everyone in the room was fidgeting in anticipation for the weekend. He glanced around, listening only half-heartedly, and noticed Mary scribbling on her notes a few rows in front of him.

They hadn't spoken to each other since Wednesday night. Every time he saw her coming down a corridor he would find a short cut to avoid her through or start talking loudly with James and Sirius and Peter. And while he hadn't noticed her getting upset about it personally, Lily her best friend had cut him off rather coldly that morning when they had to pass out new schedules to the third years.

He glanced sideways at Sirius who was passing notes with James under the table and sniggering at each message.

Remus bent over a new sheet of parchment ad scribbled on it.

Mary—I'm sorry about Wednesday. I know I should have talked to you but I haven't been able to think of the right words. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you? -Remus

He folded it up and wrote her name on it, passing it to the Ravenclaw boy in front of them who read the name and passed it on.

Remus watched it's progression from student to student with his insides twisted up in anxiety. Finally, with a jolt of panic, he saw her turn and frown curiously, accepting the note and unfolding it. She seemed to tense as she read it. She glanced up at the professor before bending over and scratching a response.

Remus seemed to hold his breath the entire time the note was traveling across the room back to him and his palms were sweating when he finally unfolded it.

Remus— Forget about it. Want to go to the Quidditch game with each other tomorrow? I can't stand listening to Lily's game jargon the whole time.

Remus smiled and looked up. Mary was grinning at him from over her shoulder and he nodded at her. She smiled and turned back to the lecture just as the bell rang.

James and Sirius were quivering in excitement as they sat down for dinner twenty minutes later.

"Oh stop it, you two," Remus said, laughing at them. "The teachers are going to start cottoning on to our nighttime escapades."

"I can't help it!" James said, upsetting his pumpkin juice. "We've got the trip tonight and the game tomorrow, this is going to be the best weekend ever."

"That's only if we're not caught tonight and you win tomorrow." Remus reminded him. "It could very well be the worst weekend ever."

"Right little ray of sunshine, aren't you Moony?" Sirius said, helping himself to some potatoes.

"Stop calling me that!" Remus shot at him as the other three laughed. "Or I'm gonna come up with some stupid nickname to call you."

"So do it." James said. "Personally I liked 'lapdog' but if you were thinking of something a little more discreet…"

Remus narrowed his eyes at Sirius, considering him.

"How about… Harley? 'Cos of your growl?"

Sirius started in approval.

"And I do love motorcycles."

"Noooo," Peter said from behind his goblet. "Harley's a girl's name, you can't go prancing around calling him that."

"It's a motorcycle brand, Pete, it's not a girl's name."

"It sounds like a girl's name…"

James grinned sheepishly at Sirius.

"Yeah, actually it kinda does, mate."

"Fine. What would you call me?"

They sat for a moment, thinking.

"Fluffy?" James cracked into the silence. They all doubled over laughing.

"No, no, okay I've got it." Remus said. "You have those enormous padded paws, right? We could call you Padfoot."

Sirius thought for a moment before grinning.

"Padfoot. Yeah, I like it," he said beaming. "What about them two?"

"Why do I have to think of theirs? I just thought of yours."

"Cos they're both creatively retarded, that's why—"

"Hey!" James and Peter said as Remus roared with laughter.

"Well think of your own goddamn nicknames then, we've already done each other."

Remus caught the double-entendre and kicked him hard under the table. Sirius smirked.

James squinted at Peter, thinking.

"Whiskers," he said finally.

Sirius snorted.

"Like I said, creatively retarded—"

James huffed in frustration.

"Wet…nose?"

Remus grinned bemusedly.

"You like your double-u's, don't you?"

James paused again. They could almost see the gears working in his head.

"Wormtail," he said. Then he looked at Remus. "And yes, I do like my double-u's, thank you very much."

Remus laughed.

"Well, I vote for Wormtail. Wetnose and Wiskers could both apply to Sirius as well."

"Yeah, Wormtail's good." Sirius said. "You like it Pete?"

Peter thought for a bit and shrugged.

"It's okay. I can't think of anything else."

Remus grinned.

"So what about James'—?"

"Prongs." Peter said immediately.

They all raised their eyebrows and Sirius frowned his lips into an impressed sort of expression.

"Well, that's settled then," he said and the three of them doubled over laughing.

"What, it's no good?" Peter said, reddening.

"No, it's just… oh nevermind." James said. "Prongs is good. I like it."

Sirius nodded in agreement and toasted his goblet a little before drinking.

"So tonight's the first adventure of Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs! Let's try not to fuck it up, shall we?"

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