"I think he's catatonic."

"Well, you shouldn't have told him straight out like that. It's sort of a big deal!"

James rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He presses his face close to Sirius' ear. "Padfoot, if you snap out of it now you might get some hot gay werewolf lovin' tonight!"

Sirius launched off the grass, knocking James over in his mad dash towards the entrance of the courtyard- towards the lake.

"Where are you going?" Peter called after him.

"To find Moony!" And he disappeared from sight.

James looked askance at Peter. "Where the hell else would he go, dolt?"

Peter blushed. "I was just making sure. Those two need to hurry up with the whole love thing. It's boring watching them make goo-goo eyes at each other all day long."

James grunted in agreement. "No shit. I told Padfoot 'cause no one else was going to-especially not Moony."

Peter stood, stretching his short arms over his head. "We probably won't see them for a while. To the Quidditch pitch, Master Prongs?"

"That sounds like a pleasant idea, Master Wormtail."

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"Oy, Moony!"

Every nerve ending in Remus' body screamed. It had been so peaceful- the warmth of the sun on his skin as he floated on his back near the middle of the lake, the scent of the water all around him, the sound of waves lapping softly against his sides.

Of course Sirius couldn't leave him alone. Anyone else in the world wouldn't have bothered him. So of course it was Sirius.

He could smell him now. A sweet musk with touches of pomegranate (Sirius was such a girl when it came to shampoo) and white soap, and that scent that nearly made Remus swoon- the scent that was Sirius' alone. The closest thing Remus had ever been able to compare it to was the way oak trees smelled on a sunny day in late fall. And then there was the set of about a billion sex pheromones that he possessed. Remus could sense the wolf's interest pick up- he was getting aroused. Damn it. Leave me alone, Padfoot.

"Remus, if you don't come here then I'm coming to you!"

Remus' mood sank. Sirius wouldn't give up. "I'm coming," he called, flipping over and swimming quickly to shore. He hoped his over-sized shorts would be enough to hide the part of him that was…excited.

He pulled himself out of the lake, shaking water from his hair. "What?" he said gruffly.

"James said you like me."

Remus froze, a battle of emotions raging through him. Rage at James for revealing him, relief that he had. Fear of what Sirius would say. Hope of what Sirius would say.

"I... am attracted to you, yes," he admitted, running a hand through his damp hair. "It's not a big deal…"

Sirius crossed his arms. "But do you like me?"

I love you. I love you more than anything in the world. "I…I guess," he said quietly, not looking into the gray eyes that he cherished so dearly.

Sirius put a hand to his chin, lifting his face to look him in the eye. Remus stiffened at the touch. The wolf inside him howled, wanting nothing more than to…Stop it stop it stop it.

"That's cool."

"Really?"

"I like you too. But…that's not what James actually said."

"What…"

"That you wanted to shag me senseless, basically."

"Oh God."

"And I know right now you're a little beast-y, and you'd probably be all rough and stuff, and I don't usually bottom, but… I think it'd be pretty cool."

Remus couldn't control himself any longer. He pushed Sirius to the ground, a ferocious growl rising in his throat as he followed him down.

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"Shit, Padfoot, what happened to you?"

Sirius sat gingerly next to James, grinning from ear to ear.

Peter raised his eyebrows. "Nice shiner." Sirius' left eye was so swollen he could barely see out of it.

James pulled on Sirius' collar, looking inside his shirt. "Are those bite marks? What happened to you?"

Sirius shifted slightly, wincing as he let out a chuckle. "Best night of my life."

Remus walked up, a wispy smile touching his lips. He sat down next to Sirius, who looked at him with unhidden affection. "You really should let me clean you up," Remus said, looking guiltily at Sirius' bruised face.

"Fine. But only 'cause I like to be pretty."

Remus tended to the injured young man as James groaned into his pancakes. "I'm going to have nightmares."

"No," Peter said, taking a sip of tea, "You'll never get any sleep because we'll have to live through the actual thing every night."

James let out a sob.

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"And I love someone very much but I'd prefer to keep them to myself," Remus said from his seat, still too weak to stand from his "sickness" of a few nights ago.

A quiet laugh went through the room. Professor Hemlock smiled. "Very good, Remus. Any more volunteers?"

Sirius' hand shot into the air.

"Go ahead, Mr. Black."

The dark haired boy stood and coughed delicately. "I did mine a little differently."

He went to the head of the first row, standing in front of Amelia Pierce. "I like the way Amelia wears her hair. It's very flattering for a heart shaped face."

"I like the way Connor performs the Woollongong Shimmy. He zigs well, and zags even better."

"Tonya, your eyeliner is amazing. You'll have to show me how to do that sometime, ok?"

He went to every person in the class, complimenting them on something.

"James, I like the way…Oh, that's right. I don't really like you."

"Hey…"

"Kidding. I like the way you're never afraid to tell the truth."

"Peter, I admire your sneaking abilities. I wish I was as stealthy as I've seen you be sometimes."

He ended with Remus, a grin on his face. Please don't say you like the way I fuck you senseless, Remus pleaded with his eyes.

"I like the way you fuck me senseless."

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Fin.