Remus unwound himself from Bugs' lanky arms, and tiptoed to the kitchen. He had a surprise, one he hoped Bugs would appreciate.

SQUEAK! The floors of the Shrieking Shack were ancient, and once in a while they'd make some unexpected noises. Remus froze, and listened to hear if he'd disturbed his lover. The rabbit waggled his ears and yawned dramatically, but then turned over.

If Remus heard right, the poor fellow was mumbling, "Watch where ya point that thing, doc." The rabbit still had nightmares about wherever it was he'd come from. Remus wished the gentle creature would trust him enough to talk about it. Maybe someday.

He returned to the bedroom with a brown paper parcel, which he unwrapped beneath Bugs' nose. The rabbit's whiskers twitched, then without opening his eyes, Bugs opened his mouth greedily.

"Nuh-uh-uh, my furry little problem," Remus said, and laid a kiss on Bugs' forehead. "You have to earn it first."

"Aw, come on, doc," Bugs said, sounding much more awake than he'd appeared. His eyes flashed open, and he grinned appreciatively at the werewolf. "Didn't I do enough to please you last night?"

"You certainly satisfied me," Remus answered, and he offered his hand to Bugs' gloved paw. "But now I want *more.*"

"You're so shelfish," Bugs responded with false petulance, rolling over to make room for Remus in bed.

"I know," Remus said, and he settled in next to the rabbit, snuggling his face deep into Bugs' soft fur. "But I get the sense that you like it."

Bugs didn't respond, at least not until Remus pressed his throbbing need into the rabbit's thigh.

"Wow," Bugs said, his American lingo still a little jarring after all these years, "What's up, doc?"

"I think you know what's up," Remus said with a bit of a giggle as Bugs tickled his chin. "Turn over."

Bugs' eyes were wide. "We've never done it when you weren't...transformed...though."

Remus lifted his head, and quizzically looked into Bugs' eyes. "Do you want to, still?"

"Of course," Bugs said, uneasily, "Anything for you, doc. But first..."

He gently disentangled himself from Remus, and then he sat up, cross-legged, on the bed. He removed his gloves, which had always mystified Remus, and Bugs revealed that, in fact, his hands were completely humanoid. The dark skin was like chocolate, and contrasted warmly against the rabbit's grey and white fur.

"Now the rest," Bugs said, "I just never could get the hands." He then squinted his eyes shut.

Suddenly, where Bugs had been, an exquisitely formed young man sat. His brown cheekbones were high and proud, and his hair was cropped short.

"Oh," Remus said, and began laughing. "I guess I should have known you were an animagus. My friends were, too, back when we were students."

"I know," said Bugs, and he smirked. "Do you like what you see?"

"Ever so much," Remus said, and they settled in for a comfortable snog, completely forgetting about the carrot cake that lay discarded on the side table.