Disclaimer: If they actually belonged to me, this wouldn't be fanfiction, now would it? I don't own the song that inspired this, either, that's owned by the Wannadies.

Warning: Oneshot. Slash. SBRL. Get used to it, I'm a faithful shipper.

Sirius and Remus Song

"I've asked you, and I've asked you, and you just don't listen!" Remus growled. His arms were stiff by his sides, fists clenched tightly as he fought to keep from throwing something across the room, namely Sirius.

"But he was saying – "

"I don't care what he was saying!" Remus cut the black-haired boy's protest off. "He's always saying something and you always have to go and –"

"Moony, please, I –"

"Don't you 'Moony, please, I' me! You have to lay off! I thought you were going to stop. You promised you would. After what happened before…" the brunet bit his lip, which was threatening to start trembling.

"Aw, c'mon, Remus, don't look like that," Sirius took a few steps closer, hands held out in a conciliatory manner. "You know I don't mean to make you upset. I'm just an idiot, right?"

"Sirius."

"Please, Remus. Don't be angry. I'll try harder. Really I will."

"Sirius, don't make promises you can't keep."

Sirius let his bottom lip quiver and his grey eyes widened slightly as they filled with tears. "You don't trust me?"

Remus sighed. "Don't give me that look, Sirius."

The lip quivered again.

Remus bit his own lip, fighting a smile.

"Moony?"

"Sirius, stop," Remus was fighting a laugh now.

"Won't you smile for me, pretty Moony?" Sirius asked, eyes somehow looking even bigger.

"You can't just make me laugh, Sirius," Remus turned away, squeezing his eyes tight for good measure to avoid looking at the other boy. "We're having an argument. And don't call me pretty."

"C'mon, pretty Moony," Sirius wheedled, ignoring the command and moving close enough to turn the shorter boy towards him. "Look at me."

"Nuh-uh," Remus shook his head, squeezing his eyes even tighter.

"Come on, Moony," the grey-eyed boy coaxed. "You know you want to."

Remus cracked a single eye open, saw Sirius's puppy-face, and shut it again.

"You asked for it," Sirius warned.

"No."

Remus tried to make a break for it, but Sirius held him tight with one arm around his waist, the fingers of the other flying over his sides, tickling just the right places to make the smaller boy squirm.

"No – haha – Stop – hehe – Sirius, stop – hahaha – Sirius!" Remus had collapsed, laughing, over the dark-haired boy's arm.

At last, Sirius relented, and let the brunet drape himself over his arm, gasping for breath. "We all right?" he asked, when the smaller boy's breathing had returned to normal.

Remus twisted in his hold to look up at the taller boy. "I really hate you, sometimes," he said, then smiled, resting his head on Sirius's shoulder. "But we're all right."

– – – – –

"When can we tell them?" Sirius demanded.

"I don't know, Sirius. Later."

"Later. Later. Always later!"

"Look, Sirius, I'm just not ready," Remus looked away from the dark-haired boy and picked uncomfortably at a loose thread on his jumper.

"You'll never be ready," Sirius snapped.

Remus's head jerked up at that. "That isn't fair, Sirius. Things are a lot easier for you than they are for me. I don't have so many friends that I want to risk losing the ones I have over this."

"You think it's easy for me?" Sirius hissed. "Remus, I'm scared of losing them, too! Do you think I'm not?"

"You don't act like you are."

Sirius inhaled sharply. "Now look who's not being fair. I want to tell them because they have a right to know, and because I want their support. I am scared shitless of losing them – James is the only family I have now, after my parents decided to… but I'm sick of lying to him and Peter all the time about where I am and what I'm doing. I can't keep this up anymore. I'm not ashamed of being with you, and I'd hate that anyone might guess what we are to each other and think I am."

"I… Sirius, I –"

"If you can't deal with that, then I don't know what to –"

"No," Remus crossed the room towards the other boy. "Sirius, I just –"

"What, Remus? What?"

Remus leaned up and kissed the taller boy gently on the mouth.

Sirius pulled back. "Remus, you can't just kiss me and expect everything to be better."

"I know." Remus moved closer and kissed Sirius lightly again. "I just don't want to fight with you about this."

"Remus –"

"Shh," Remus laid a finger on the grey-eyed boy's lips. "We'll tell them, okay?"

"When?"

"Before Christmas."

"Remus, that's weeks away…"

"Sirius, please." Remus kissed the boy again, a little more firmly this time.

Sirius looked down at him and sighed. "Before Christmas?"

Remus nodded. "Before Christmas."

Sirius sighed again, a little more deeply, but wrapped his arms around the brunet. "I really hate you sometimes," he said, then leaned in to get a proper kiss.

– – – – –

"Mm," Sirius turned over in the warm nest of blankets and blinked sleepily at Remus, who was curled up on his side, watching him.

"Morning, Sunshine," Remus smiled, and bent forward to kiss Sirius's lips, resting one hand on the taller boy's hip.

"I like waking up like this," Sirius murmured against Remus's mouth.

"It is nice," Remus agreed, putting a little space between them, but keeping his hand in place.

Sirius grinned lazily. "Every day should be Sunday."

"Quiet, and the school week's not yet started," Remus nodded.

"And it's just you and me," Sirius reminded him.

Remus laughed softly. "That's just because the others went to Hogsmeade."

"I know," Sirius tugged the brunet down for another kiss. "But I like it anyway."

– – – – –

"We won! We won!" Sirius exclaimed, ducking under the stands to where he knew Remus was waiting for him.

"Yes, I know, I was watching," Remus agreed. "Don't touch me."

"What?" Sirius, about to pull the other boy into a hug, pulled back, startled. "Why not?" He glanced around, but there was no one else around. "No one can see us."

"I realize that, but you are covered in mud and sweat."

"I was playing Quidditch," Sirius reminded him, feeling slightly hurt. "It's a very taxing sport, in case you hadn't noticed. And it's pouring."

"I realize that," Remus repeated. "And you look very rugged and manly, I assure you, but the fact remains that you are in desperate need of a shower. And while I am not at all averse to joining you, I'd rather remain somewhat decent until then."

Sirius smirked. "You'll join me, then?"

Remus rolled his eyes. "If you'd like."

"I'd like," Sirius quickly pulled the brunet flush against him and laughed at Remus's indignant gasp as he became covered in mud. "I'd very much like."

– – – – –

"What is this again?" Sirius asked with a yawn.

"It's called Opportunity Knocks," (1) Remus replied, snuggling closer to the other boy on the couch. "It's like a talent show, only on television."

"Silly Muggles," Sirius mumbled, eyes drooping.

Remus laughed softly, "Yeah," he murmured, feeling sleepy himself. "But it's nice to be able to curl up on our own couch and watch together."

"Mm-hm," Sirius agreed, half asleep already. "You and me, Moony."

"Yeah," Remus nodded, letting his own eyes close. "Always."

And within moments, both boys slept while the television played on.

END

(1) Opportunity Knocks was a UK television talent show originally hosted by Hughie Green. It started as a radio program in '49 and there were revivals of the television show as late as 1990. During the 60's and 70's, it was produced first by ABC, then by Thames Television.

A/N: Well, this is the first in what will likely be a series of oneshots all inspired by You and Me Song by the Wannadies covering various couples. I already have about half a dozen of them in the works, but this was the easiest for me to finish, given this is the only pairing I really have any practice writing. I am, of course, still working on several other fics, both my long fics and some other oneshots, but if you have any ships you'd like to request, feel free. I won't guarantee anything, as there are some ships that, frankly, give me the crawls, but if I can tolerate it (no offense meant to anyone, really, but we all have different tastes), I'll write you a Song. If it's one I'm already working on, I'll let you know. So, what'd you think of this one?

A/N2: And, yes, I know ToTP was supposed to be updated this week, but, due to illness, end of semester, and moving out of my dorm room for the holidays, I haven't had the time to finish the next chapter, so I thought I'd post this, instead.