Prove It

Prove it

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Back to you

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"Sirius... There's somebody who'd want to talk with you," Remus said with very odd voice.

Sirius glanced at his old friend, feeling slightly confused. The look on Remus's face was halfly excited, hafly amused. "What's going on now?" he asked warily. "It isn't Harry, is it?" But who else could it be?

"No," Remus said, shaking his head. "It isn't Harry."

"Who it is, then?" he asked, more than just a bit astonished. He was still a wanted man, and only very few people knew that he was staying with Remus.

"Who would you want it to be?" Remus asked, sounding suddenly nearly teasing.

Sirius snorted. "You know very well who I'd want it to be," he replied dryly. "But my wish is just as hopeless as my wish to be free."

"It seems to be your lucky day, then," said a painfully familiar voice from the doorway.

Sirius turned around quickly like somebody had hit him. He stared at the man standing in the doorway, and his heart missed few beats.

Tall, muscular form. Unruly black hair. Glasses covering steel-grey eyes full of warmth and amusement.

It couldn't be. It just couldn't.

"Congratulations," James Potter grinned and waved an official-looking parchment in the air. "You're a free man now on, Sirius Black."

Sirius still stared at the approaching man, his jaw hanging open.

"Close your mouth, Paddy, unless you're going to say something," James advised friendly. "You look rather stupid that way."

Sirius gained back his sense and also his suspicious character. His years in Axkaban and on run had taught him to be very doubtful. Especially when people who were supposed to be dead started to show up around him. "What's my middle name?" he questioned the man.

"It's Andromeda. You hate it because you think it's girly."

"What I suggested you to call Harry?"

"You wanted to name him Malcolm, Merlin knows why," James replied calmly.

"What Harry called Remus when he had just learned to talk?"

"He called Remus 'Emiz'. We all thought it was just cute."

Sirius was quiet for a moment. Then he asked, very slowly, "I asked you something at Harry's first birthday when nobody else was around. What was the question?"

James smiled sadly. "You asked if I would get a divorce from Lily and marry you instead."

"And your answer?" Sirius continued, not caring about the shocked and surprised stare Remus was giving them both. Not that he hadn't known about their relationship before, but he hadn't seemingly thought that they'd go that far.

"I said that I'd do that when Harry was old enough to understand it."

Tears bursted out from Sirius's eyes. "Prongs," he sobbed. "I'm so sorry I didn't believe you at first."

"No reasons to apologize," James said comfortingly and walked right in front of him. He had tears in his eyes as well. "I wouldn't have believed if I were you."

Sirius wrapped his arms around James's shoulders. The other man rested his head on Sirius's shoulders, his hands placed around Sirius's waist.

"I love you," Sirius murmured, his face sunk in the messy raven hair.

"I love you, too," James replied softly.

Neither of them noticed that Remus had left the room.

~*~*~

"Well?" somebody asked from behind Remus when the werewolf walked downstairs.

He turned around and smiled to Harry. The eighteen-year-old was standing in the hall, a little smile on his lips. "I left before I had to witness their make-out," he replied dryly. "I think that tells enough."

"Oh, poor Remie," Harry grinned, grasping his hands and pulling him nearer to himself. "I almost pity you."

"Almost?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow. "What do you mean with that?"

Harry chuckled softly. "How could I pity anyone who's just going to be kissed?"

"Mm-hm, sounds good..." He looked up to the emerald eyes when Harry leaned closer to him. Then he closed his eyes, feeling hot lips covering his mouth.

Harry wrapped his strong, muscular arms around his waist, keeping him in a warm emprace when their kiss soon deepened.

~*~*~

They stayed like that for a half an hour. At last Sirius loosened his embrace. James leaned back, looking up to his eyes.

"You're really back," Sirius whispered, lifting his chin gently up with his fingers. "You're back alive."

"Yes, I am," James smiled. "And back to you."

"Do you think Harry is old enough already?" Sirius asked with a hopeful tone in his voice.

"I suppose so." James sighed. "When we... woke up... we had a little talk, Lily and I. We've already signed the divorce papers. Tomorrow I'll be free to marry you."

"Great. Just great." Sirius quickly kissed him on the lips. "Should we tell Remus and Harry, what do you think?"

"I guess that Remus had already figured out that much," James grinned. "And he's most likely told Harry by now."

"What?" Sirius exclaimed. "Is - is Harry here?"

"Yes," James replied. "He was here already when I arrived. Why so?"

"James, love... Exactly how much Remus has told you?"

"The events in majority. What are you rambling about, Paddy?"

"Well... Nothing. Nothing you wouldn't eventually find out by yourself."

"Riii-ght..." James gave him a suspicious look, but smiled then. "Let's go downstairs then, shall we?"

They left Sirius's room and walked down the stairs, arms linked.

"Where they are?" Sirius wondered when they got down but didn't see neither Remus nor Harry in the hall.

"Probably in the living room," James suggested, nodding towards the nearest door.

"I don't think so," Sirius muttered. "They could also be in the kitchen, but I don't believe that, either." He shrugged. "Maybe they're in the library. Or in their rooms."

"Let's go and have a look, then."

Sirius tried to mumble something against that, but James gently dragged him towards the library.

Remus and Harry weren't there.

Sirius was feeling more than slightly nervous when they climped back upstairs. When they found nobody in Harry's room, he swallowed hard. "James," he said hoarsely, when his lover grasped the doorhandle of Remus's room. "James, maybe we shouldn't..."

"Why not?" James asked, giving him an astonished look. Then he opened the door and peered inside.

And stared.

Sirius stared as well.

The two other men both sat on Remus's bed. Half naked. Harry's shirt had been yanked off and tossed to the corner of the room, and Remus's robes had been opened down to his waist, only his belt preventing the cloth from falling off from him. Harry was licking his way all over the bare chest in front of him, and Remus had sunk his hands in the younger man's hair, moaning in pleasure. Neither of them seemed to notice their audience.

"I see," James said at last, "I see there's definitely not 'Emiz' anymore."

The two men on the bed froze.

Remus's eyes popped open. He paled and then blushed, jerking back from Harry. The blackhaired teen turned slowly around, then blushed fiercely. He was totally embarrassed for being caught snogging with his former professor. Especially when he was caught by his father and godfather.

Then he seemed to collect himself back together. "Err... Hi, dad, Sirius," he said with a strained smile. "Would you mind leaving for a while? As you can maybe see, we were in the middle of something here..." While speaking, he carefully moved to left so he got in front of Remus, thus covering his lover from their eyes.

Sirius couldn't help but chuckle. "We'll leave," he promised. Then he grasped James's arm again and closed the door.

He somehow managed to get his lover in his room before James got his head clear enough to say anything. He backed down, afraid of what James might do.

For his great surprise, James started to laugh. "Oh, that was great," James said between the laughs. "Did you see their faces? I'll never forget that!"

"You - you aren't mad?" Sirius asked, very surprised.

"No. Of course witnessing that scene made me shocked, surprised, even amused. But I'm not angry at all." James wiped off a little tear of laughter. "Remus had already told me, Sirius. God, he was so uneasy about that! Of course I was a bit angry at first, but I got over it rather soon. It's not like he'd been abusing Harry or anything. My son is certainly old enough to make his own choices of lovers."

"You're unbelievable, James," he laughed.

"So are you." James smiled widely. "By the way, Harry seems to be born to be a gentleman. Did you see? He immediately tried to cover Remus, not take care of himself."

"Yes, I noticed that," Sirius chuckled.

"He reminds me of a particular someone..." James said with a grin.

"What do you mean?" asked Sirius, acting innocent.

"Well... Do you remember my and Lily's wedding day, when her mother nearly caught us snogging in the corner? And what did you do to save me from a scandal?"

"No..." Sirius murmured and blushed in a way that told that he remembered it all quite well.

"You took your pants off and ran through the hall," James laughed. "You streaked, Sirius! My mom nearly got a heart attack!"

"Leave alone every else female person in the wedding," Sirius mumbled, a blush still on his cheeks. "And Remus nearly killed me for spoiling your wedding."

"Imagine what would have happened if you hadn't done anything," James grinned. "At first Lily's mother would have killed me, then Lily'd have killed me, then my parents would have killed me, and then they'd all have killed you as well."

"Fortunately, I survived," Sirius said with a smile. "And so did you."

"Yeah, and we used our saved lifetime quite well," James replied, equally smiling. "Remember?"

"How could I forget?" he chuckled. "Lily returned you to me after the wedding night because you kept saying my name while you were with her."

James flushed. "Don't remind me of that," he pleaded.

"Then what should I remind you of?" Sirius asked, grinning mischieviously at his lover.

"Guess twice..." James murmured, grasping his hands.

Sirius pulled the other man to his arms and leaned forward. James relaxed in his embrace, beginning fiddling with his long ebony tresses. He pressed his mouth against James's in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue licked the burning lips, demanding entrace. James accepted, letting his tongue explore his mouth.

James's hands rubbed his back. Soon there was nothing but he and his lover; their locked lips, burning hands sliding over each other's body.

Sirius started leading them towards his bed. They stubled over it, their legs intertwined. He let out a little moan when James started unzipping his jeans...