Get One Thing Straight, I'm Not

Chapter 8 Lasting Love

Remus hesitated and tentatively brushed his pale lips against Sirius' own, seemingly afraid that Sirius would pull away from him.

To reassure him Sirius returned the pressure against his lips and cupped Remus' head in his strong hands to deepen the kiss. Without invitation, Sirius slid his tongue into Remus' warm mouth. Remus' tongue was shy in the beginning, but soon the two moist muscles warred for dominance in the passionate kiss. There was an audible moan of pleasure, however, Sirius was unable to discern if it had come from Remus, himself, or both of them. Since their bodies were pressed together Remus could most likely feel how hard Sirius had become, but Sirius did not care. All that mattered was that he was kissing Remus and Remus was kissing him back.

"Where are they?" Peter whined to James down in the common room, sprawling out on the overstuffed couch.

James shrugged and answered untruthfully, "Dunno. Do you want me to beat you at a round of Exploding Snap?"

"Maybe later." Peter stood up and gaited towards the boys' staircase. "I'm gonna check and see if they're in the dorm."

"Don't!" James exclaimed, not wishing for his friends' chance of getting together to be interrupted.

Peter had failed to hear the command that James gave, otherwise he would have adhered to it as usual; he opened the dorm door.

When the sound of Peter's gasp of surprise reached his ears James swore loudly and darted up the steps.

Remus looked upon the gaping Peter that was clearly irritating James whilst his arms were still wound tightly around Sirius' waist and Sirius' hands were tangled in his light brown hair without a trace of shame; he considered being a werewolf his abomination, not being attracted to the same gender.

"Good Evening," he greeted cheerfully.

"T-this is what's k-keeping you guys from planning a p-prank with me and James?" stuttered Peter.

"Yes. Something came up," quipped Remus, forcing himself not to glance below Sirius' leather belt.

James snorted with appreciative amusement and Sirius hit Remus' shoulder lightly.

Seeing that James accepted the new development within the Marauders, Peter requested, "I'm okay with this, but can you just answer me one question?"

"All right," the lycanthrope courteously concurred.

"Which one of you is the bitch?"

Hysterical laughter was his only reply.

"Look, we'll be down in a minute, okay?" Sirius offered.

"Well, only if you two are done," grinned James. "We're gonna tweak Remus' romantic poem about Evans and find a way to make it seem that Dumbledore wrote it for McGonagall." He grabbed Peter's forearm and pulled him back to the common room.

Sirius gazed imploringly at Remus. "We'll finish this later?"

"Oh, I don't know," Remus teased pleasantly.

"Hey, you still owe me that 'anything," Sirius reminded him.

"What do you want?"

"You."

"By 'me' you can't actually mean..." Remus' voice trailed off.

He smirked suggestively. "That's exactly what I mean."

"Why me, Siri? You could have almost anyone."

"Because I love you, Moony." Sirius' gray eyes widened in shock that he had said that.

Remus was all too aware of the fact that Sirius had a tendency to utter whatever was on his mind without considering the consequences, for it had gotten him into several fights with the Slytherins, yet presently Remus felt immense gratitude that Sirius possessed this trait. "Me too."

"You love yourself too?"

"No, git, I love you."

"Good." Sirius placed a chaste kiss on his lover's cheek. "This means you'll do it with me?"

"Yes, love."

"Can I be on top?"

"Don't push it."

"Fair enough. So, are you ready to cause some Marauder Mischief until then?"

"Definitely." They smiled affectionately at each other and went to join their friends.