Closeted

"Dammit Prongs!" the door jumped from the pounding of Sirius' fists against the wood. James slid down the wall across the hall and smirked.

The pounding stopped, and muffled voices drifted to him. He smirked again. Damn, he was good, he thought, as he got up. Snickering, he walked down the deserted hallway, leaving footprints in the dust.

"I'm going to kill him!" Sirius hissed at the door. Remus sighed, and lit the tip of his wand with a softly spoken Lumos, giving him an ethereal glow. Sirius stared for a moment.

"Padfoot,—Padfoot! Sirius! Pay attention!"

He shook himself out of it, "What?"

"Knowing James, and no doubt Lily is in on this too," Remus grimaced slightly, knowing full well what they were trying to do, "We'll not be able to unlock the door with magic."

"I'm going to try anyway—you never know, maybe Lily finally made a mistake," Sirius shrugged, and turning back to the door, he tried everything he could think of.

Remus merely sighed and settled on a convenient barrel, letting the magic from the failed spells wash over him, ruffling his hair and robe. He sighed, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and lit one, leaning back against the wall behind him. "Are you quite done yet?" he asked, as Sirius leaned against the door in defeat.

"I suppose. Do you know why they lock us in here?" Sirius asked, though he knew perfectly well why.

"I have my suspicions." Remus nodded, taking a drag on his cigarette. He had every intention of hanging James and Lily by their toes when he got out of here.

Sirius sighed and settled down next to Remus on an old wooden box, full of some unknown, ancient cleaning agent, and rested his head against Remus' barrel. It was amazing, Remus thought, how graceful he was, in an ungainly sort of way. Long legs splayed out, hand resting on his knee.

"Gimme a drag?" he asked, and Remus passed down the cigarette, watching the blue smoke curl up as Sirius took a puff, "Thanks, Mooney," he said, handing it back up.

"Mhm," he nodded, resisting the urge to run his fingers through Sirius' long, curly black hair. He shifted, and there was an ominous creaked, and before Remus could jump up, the wood under him, cracked, splintered, and collapsed. He fell through the top of the barrel, and was trapped. The hole was large enough for his bum, but not, thankfully, big enough for him to fall in all the way. "Help!" he squeaked.

Sirius, had already jumped up, and stared at Remus for a moment, before cawing with laughter, "Got yourself in a right mess, Mooney. And you squeaked!"

"You bastard! Help me get out of this thing!" Remus squawked at him, anger mixing with panic.

Sirius rolled his eyes, took both of Remus' hands, and heaved, trying to pull him out of the barrel. It didn't work, and he sighed. Yanking out his wand, he stepped toward Remus, and after moving Mooney's robes out of the way, he began to cut away the wood. "Careful!" Remus yelped, after a close call, "I'm the last Lupin, you know!"

Sirius chuckled, but a slight sadness entered his eyes, and Remus felt compelled to brush the hair that was failing into his eyes away, but stayed his hand. Padfoot reached out and took his hand, and once again, heaved. Remus flew out of the barrel, and landed against Sirius' chest, his face tucked against the other's shoulder.

A muffled, shamed, "Sorry," was murmured, as Remus pulled away, "Didn't mean to."

Sirius smiled, "I know," reaching down, he finally gave into his impulse to kiss the other boy. After a moment of shock, Remus kissed him back furiously,kissing him so hard their teeth clicked. It slowed, mellowed to a sweet if less-than-chaste kiss.

The door clicked open, but neither noticed, too wrapped up in their own world.

A/N: Cliche, perhaps. But I like it. :) Also, you'll notice there's no particular order.