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"So. What exactly is going to happen tonight?" James asked as Wormtail tapped the tree route at the base of the Whomping Willow, the long branches freezing under the enchantments enabled.

"We're going to go out with Moony...?" Sirius stated, confused.

"No, I mean between you two. We've never had one of Remus' partners down at the shack with us before, what if he goes ape and rips your face off?" James frowned, trudging towards the tree's opening. "I've grown rather fond of your ugly mug, I'd rather he didn't eat it."

"Aw, shucks, Prongs, I didn't know you cared." Sirius rolled his eyes, shoving his hands deep into his robe's large pockets and shivering against the late november air. "We've only been together a little over 24 hours, and we haven't done anything that would make the wolf consider me 'a mate' in the non-friendly sense, so I can't see anything changing."

"Twenty four hours with the same partner without having sex?" James scoffed, raising his eyebrows in amusement. Leaning down, he scooped up Peter in rat form. "That must be a new record for you." James suddenly broke his stride, blanching as he considered what he'd just said. "God, Pads, the partner's Moony. This no sex thing is very very good. I love you both, and am fine with seeing the occasional G-rated kiss and cuddle, but seriously. Marauding incest."

"I know, I know." Sirius grinned, ducking down to fit in the tunnel. "Though I would classify your desire to fornicate with a red headed dragon bestiality, so each to their own."

"Ah, Lily..." James grinned, climbing up the stairs to the shack and throwing Peter onto the tattered chair in the corner. "My own precious little doe..." Walking over to the other chair, he fell into it, caught up in his blissful imaginings.

*Grrrrrrrrrrowl* Sirius and James both jumped as the loud animalistic rumble shook the Shrieking Shack. "He's changed already?" James frowned, looking at his watch suspiciously. "Its only 7."

"Its Winter now, the sun's setting at 6.30." Sirius replied, resting a hand on his forehead for a moment. "We've got to get down here earlier next time." He stated. Another deep growl and a curt nod later, James Potter and Sirius Black were gone, howling and rutting masses left in their wake.


"So I'm guessing if I touch him now, I'm going to get my hand bitten off, aren't I?" James grinned as he and Sirius climbed off the floor, final joints popping into place as they changed back to their original forms.

"Damn straight, wolf boy belongs to me." Sirius grinned, pushing James towards the door, depositing a sleeping rat in James' robes pocket. "See you in a few hours."

"Bye." James grinned, walking out the door with Pete in his pocket. Turning to his partner, curled on the floor tightly with only a small blanket covering his frame, Sirius suddenly became aware of how terribly uncomfortable Remus must be, and scooped him up, placing him on the bed with a tired huff.

Looking at his newfound partner, Sirius couldn't help but grin as he thought about the events of the previous 24 hours. "My Remus." He grinned harder, feeling his cheeks burn as his mouth stretched, determined to express its happiness at the situation. "You are magnificent." he whispered to the sleeping form, smile ever growing.

"Why thank you." Remus grinned, eyes still closed as he fought against his tired brain to speak. "You're pretty darn good yourself, I must say."

"We're going to be a very pretty couple then." Sirius said offhandedly, before pausing for a moment. "If we do, indeed, become a couple. Or are we already there? Do we count as a couple if we haven't ever been on a date? Or are we 'seeing each other?" He frowned, shoulders dropping.

"Does it really matter what we call ourselves?" Remus grinned, finally tearing one eye open. "We wont be telling anyone for a little bit at least, so lets just focus on being ourselves. Not to mention, I'm pretty sure that the days where its just been you and me in Hogsmeade mean that we've been on date-like adventures."

"I suppose." Sirius stated, rolling his fingers together languidly. "So you don't want to do this by the rule book, then? You don't want me to romance you, send you flowers, write you poems, take you on romantic dates and generally woo you?"

"You seem to be assuming I'm a woman." Remus chastised, placing a hand on Sirius' knee. "Though you can write me a poem, that could be interesting."

"If its a poem you want, a poem you shall get, dear." Sirius smiled, before a frown broke out across his features. "God, I'm meant to be checking you for injuries! Damn you, distracting me with your pretty face..."

"I'm fine, Sirius. The wolf seemed quite content with our kisses yesterday, quelled some sort of primal urge." The werewolf smiled as Sirius mothered him, fingers trailing across his body in the search for bruises and bumps, but eliciting a very different reaction. Finally, as Sirius brushed a hand along the top of the thin sheet, Remus grabbed his hand, stilling its movements. Kissing the knuckle lightly, he placed the hand softly on the side of the bed, smiling at Sirius reassuringly. "You keep up with that, and I'm going to end up ravishing you, and then you truly will have to deal with opened injuries I'm afraid."

Sirius' eyes widened comically, before his face broke out in another grin. "You're brilliant, you know."

"So you say." Remus smiled, eyes drooping closed involuntarily. "Unfortunately having this brilliance does not grant me the ability to live without sleep." He yawned, waving his fingertips at Sirius as Sirius grabbed the hand, kissing each tip in turn.

"Night night, sleep tight, don't let the crumple headed snorlaks bite." SIrius whispered, pressing a final kiss to Remus' forehead before consciousness was lost to the land of dreams.


Stretching languidly, Remus glanced at his watch through sleepy eyes, amused by the hands pointing at quarter to six. Noting the distinct lack of Sirius, he frowned, sitting up.

Looking around, he spotted a note pinned to the side, one of James and Sirius' mirrors placed casually underneath. Grinning, he leant over, fingering the note in amusement.

There once was a hero called Sirius Black

Everyone said he was great in the sack

When he walked down the street

Maidens fell at his feet

But alas, they could not please him.

There once was a werewolf called Remus

All the women they thought him fearless

When he threw you a smile

You'd jump up half a mile

But alas, he never looked twice.

Once Sirius and Remus met

and both decided that neither was het

and so gaily they pranced

and the townspeople danced

for the couple were truly smitten.

I appreciate I am not going to be the next poet laureate, but there is my lovely love poem to you poppet. I had to get off (there's only so many lessons I can miss in a week before I move away from rebellious and into the expelled category), but I've left my mirror so if you need any help, give us a yell and myself or my lovely sidekick Prongs will come fetch you.

Love Your Sirius (gods I love saying that)


Sirius yawned tiredly from his uncomfortable bed, glancing over at the clock in disgust as he realised it was too late (or early) for him not to be asleep. Letting out a deep sigh, he headed over to Remus' bed, throwing on a pair of pants on the way over (after all, he didn't want Remus thinking he was going to jump him, no matter how delectable that option may be).

Pushing the curtains open slightly, Sirius smiled at the sight of Remus spread across the bed, head buried deep in the plush pillows in a vain attempt to shut out the echoing snores coming from across the room whilst his body was swamped by thick duvets. Perching on the bed cautiously, Sirius leant forward, running his hand through the long hairs gathered at the nape of Remus' neck. At the touch, Remus stirred, rolling over to look at Sirius with a disgruntled smile.

"Yes?" He grinned with his baritone voice, threading his fingers through Sirius' as his tired eyed focussed on the glowing outline in front of him. Stretching languidly, he shivered, noticing the open window to the side was letting icy cold November air run through the room. "S'cold."

"It sure is." Sirius said, bringing his free hand up to cup his partner's face, Remus leaning into the soft touch. "They say body heat is the most effective way of preventing hypothermia." He grinned cheekily with a wink, feeling Remus smile into his palm. The bed sheet was opened slightly, giving Sirius his first glance at the sensual red inner sheets since before his first kiss with a fellow marauder. Accepting the invitation with a large grin, Sirius slid in, snuggling into the centre of the bed inches away from his fellow marauder.

Pausing momentarily, Sirius frowned, unsure of whether to move forward and embrace Remus as he wanted, or hold back and just appreciate the proximity of such an amazing person. However, when he felt Remus' hand reach to touch his cheek lightly, he froze, waiting for his partner to make the moves.

Fingers tickled his jawbone, tracing down the strong neck until they reached his chest. Sirius' breath hitched as Remus' palm was placed flat against his chest for scant seconds, hand pressing inches above the heart that was now beating so fast. Dragging the hand downwards, it rested on Sirius' stomach. He couldn't breathe, too overwhelmed by the over-stimulation of senses as Remus' nails scratched, the werewolf leaning forward to nuzzle into Sirius' neck as his hands traced scintillating patterns over Sirius' body.

"Rem." Sirius hissed, arms frozen at his sides as he broke out of his reverie, inhaling deeply as he watched his companion's hands go lower, lower, gods lower.

"Yes?" Remus grinned, wide awake as he let his hands trail down Sirius' legs, skipping the area most desperate for attention. Drawing his hands back up they rested on Sirius' hips for a second, before returning upwards again. Gulping air rapidly, Sirius closed his eyes, knowing he had to go against every fibre of his being if he wanted to change the course of this relationship.

"Stop." The word squeaked out of his mouth, the four letters tumbling out in an unnatural tone. "Its too fast. We've only been together for 48 hours, and as much as I love a quick lay, I want to wait." Remus looked at him skeptically, hands freezing on Sirius' arms as Sirius cursed his voice for paying attention to his brain's instructions instead of his body's wishes.

"You want to wait. For sex." Remus frowned, trying to comprehend what Sirius, Sirius Black, yes, the sex god, was suggesting. Breathing deeply, Sirius thought fast, realising the easiest way to explain this was the truth.

"For you, I'd wait till the end of the earth for just one night in bed." Sirius whispered, removing Remus' hands from his arms gently and leaning forward to kiss him on the forehead. "Trust me, when we finally do stuff, you'll realise it was more than worth the wait."

"Hmm." Remus murmured skeptically, rolling onto his back with one final smouldering look.

Sirius stroked the face momentarily, tucking some stray hair behind Remus' ear contemplatively. Tutting casually, he glanced down at his shorts, pouting at his partner. "Now, you've gone and given me a rather large problem, so I am going to go and sort this out, then we are going to snuggle in a non-sexual way and practice being coupley. Capiche?"

"Yes sir." Remus mock saluted, watching Sirius traipse to the bathroom with curiosity. Sirius Black, in a relationship without sex.

How terribly odd.


Heyyyy, ok, its not brilliant, but yeah... I'm a tease, arent I? hehe... ok. So, its my Birthday (wwoooo) and its a big one, so you have to review or the plot bunny gets it *holds up cute bunny and gun*. Its a good plot bunny too, involving plenty of puppylove and possibly even some kinky stuff, who knows... So review! :)