Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, I never will. They belong to the über talented J.K.Rowling

A/N: I refuse to let flames work anymore, I've learnt my lesson. If you don't like slash or mPreg, don't read it. Please review, constructive criticism is appreciated and acted upon.

"Come on Remus, have some food. Scrambled eggs, bacon, kippers..." Sirius cajoled, wafting a plate of sausages under Remus' nose.

The werewolf, looking sickly green, refused with a shake of his head.

They were sitting in the basement kitchen of Grimmauld Place, Sirius on one side of the table and his lover on the other , "Please Re!" he tried.

Remus shook his head again, and suddenly turned greener.

He sprinted up the steps and into the hallway, Sirius not far behind. The werewolf's stomach heaved and then all of a sudden he could not control it anymore. He vomited onto the stairs. Sirius skidded to a halt at the base of the steps as Remus fell backwards into his arms

"Re, Remus, honey," Sirius shook the man gently, "Remus love, wake up."

Opening an eye blearily, Remus looked up into Sirius' face.

"Oh Merlin," he said before wrenching himself out of Sirius' arms and onto the floor, where he threw up again and again. He felt the blood vessels in his eyes burst painfully as the acid was expelled. Soon it became dry retches and heaves, and Sirius' arms were around him; nose nuzzling his neck gently and rocking him rocking him back and forth as he muttered nonsense words.

After a moment Remus muttered "Sirius, you're squeezing too tight. It hurts"

Sirius released his lover slightly and turned him around so that they faced each other. Remus' face was drawn and his golden eyes were exhausted. Laying a palm on his forehead, Sirius said "You're not warm and yet you look awful, even by full-moon standards. I know it's tonight, but you shouldn't look so bad. You did take your potion, didn't you?? The symptoms will be worse if you…"

He was cut off by Remus' angry exclamation, "How can you think I would do that? That I would risk you, let alone my own health? How can you even suggest that, Sirius?"

Colour draining from his face, Sirius wiped away the furious tear that fell from Remus' eye "Re, you know I don't mean that"

"Then what did you mean, Sirius?" demanded Remus

"I was worried for you love, is that so wrong?" asked Sirius "I know you don't look after yourself properly. I know you've been failing at that life skill since you were a kid. I know Re! But it's not going to hurt if I worry about you just a little because you just threw up on my stairs like there was no tomorrow."

"Sorry" Remus murmured.

"Now, what's wrong, love? Please tell me."

"I dunno. I've felt tired after since last full moon, but I blamed you for that. You should have known better than to shag me right after my transformation. The moon was only hidden behind the hills as well. It hadn't even set and I transformed again after!"

"If I remember correctly you responded." Sirius protested.

"Ok, ok. Since then I've had nausea, been tired, erm... that's it. That was the first time I've thrown up.

Sirius nodded, satisfied, and pulled Remus to his feet "Come on my bonny lad. You are going to bed. I don't know if that will help but we'll try. If you're tired you rest. I wish you'd listen to your body. Remember the time you collapsed and cracked your head open after your transformation?"

"Vividly. To a point. But if I listened to my body's wishes then I'd be a wolf constantly."

They approached the bedroom and Sirius kissed Remus tenderly "Go on, go in. I'll bring you up a drink, love"

Remus nodded and went into the bedroom whilst Sirius galloped down the stairs. At the bottom of the steps he almost slipped in the contents of Remus' stomach, but he slid out of the way just in time. As a result, he thumped down the remaining stairs and landed in a heap outside his mother's portrait.

The curtains opened with a dreadful slowness: his mother had become less furious but more malicious now that only her son and his lover were left in the house

"Nice of you to drop by, my son" the crone leered.

"Shut up." Sirius hissed.

"That's no way to speak to the woman who gave you a life to ruin, is it?"

Sirius sprang to his feet and made to interrupt.

"That wolfy of yours is hiding something."

"Shut up!"

"He's not telling you..." the rest of the sentence was cut off abruptly as Sirius wrenched the curtains closed.

"Stupid cow." he muttered as he cleaned the step with a whip of his wand. He then got a glass of water, a cup of tea, stepped out of the kitchen, changed his mind and summoned a cup of orange juice as well. He sent them floating up before him as he strode up the stairs two at a time on his long legs.

Remus was already beneath the bed covers in the bedroom, looking even paler under the cream sheets.

"I have jûs de orange, wasser und erm... tea" Sirius pronounced, "What does my love desire?"

"Your love desires tea if you would be so kind."

Sitting on the bed, the wanted criminal put his hands under Remus' shoulders and pulled him into a sitting position.

"Your love also desires that you stop treating him like an invalid, Mr Black." Remus said dryly, "I'm not ill, it's just full moon."

"Sure it is. Now drink up then go to sleep. I'm going to try and fine Kreacher again." said Sirius walking out the door, "Sleep."

He left Remus alone.

oo0oo

Checking on Remus twice that day, Sirius found him still sleeping on his side, curled up into a ball the way he always did before full moon. It was cute, one of the sweeter sides of the werewolf.

Sirius found Kreacher hiding in a nest in one of the cupboards in the drawing room. After wrenching him out and performing a body bind, he shoved him back into the cupboard and locked it.

"If you like it so much in there you can stay." he spat and cast a spell to stop the elf's magic, thinking of Harry.

At seven Remus was still sleeping, restlessly now, and Sirius was getting worried: the moonrise was in quarter of an hour and the werewolf hadn't eaten all day. Sirius knew from experience that if Remus didn't eat, the transformation would only be more ravaging upon his body.

"Remus, love." Sirius forced himself to wake the man, who was still as ashen as that morning. "You have to wake up and get to the basement. Moony, love?"

"Go away you bastard" mumbled Remus.

"Bastard indeed. Get up or I shall force you to."

Remus rolled over, "All right, all right. I'm up" he sighed heavily for a minute then dragged himself out of the blankets.

"Fifteen minutes, Re." Sirius reminded, "Come on. I'm being responsible here. Now get a move on."

Sirius took the werewolf's hand and pulled him out of the room, as Remus muttered "It's about time you grew up" mutinously.

"Thank ye kindly lad. Now stop being resentful and get down those stairs please."

The cheerfully bickering couple descended into the basement. Sirius sat on the last whole chair and watched Remus change. The werewolf stripped down hastily. Once he had parted company with his robes, he sat on a wooden box. He gave an embarrassed smile a his stomach rumbled.

"Sorry. I haven't eaten all day."

"I know, Moons." Sirius grinning "That's why I brought this."

He threw a slab of chocolate onto his lover's lap.

"I thank you, my friend." Remus said, swallowing the chocolate with indecent speed.

"Calm down." Sirius warned, "You'll only make yourself sick again." He was smirking.

Once Remus had gulped the rest of the sweet food down, Sirius checked his watch. One minute until moonrise. He walked over to Remus and pulled him up into a hug. The nuzzled each other gently, knowing from experience that if they kissed too near the moonrise, the wolf would rear inside Remus and make him bite his lover.

Remus drew away first. "It's happening." he croaked. He stumbled almost blindly away but Sirius laid a hand on the werewolf's shoulder.

"Don't worry. I'm here and you are safe from yourself and all others." It was all he could say, but it was something he said every full moon.

In a tiny, hushed voice, Remus said "Sirius, I feel…"

Then suddenly he fainted for the second time that day. Sirius wrenched him into his arms, thankful for his unusually quick reactions. Remus was pallid as death himself. Only his shallow breathing told Sirius that his friend was alive. Sirius half expected Remus to open his eyes and yell April Fool, but he reminded himself that April Fools Day had passed three weeks ago. He shook the thin form and begged him to wake, but after holding him for a full five minutes, Sirius decided to risk taking him up to the living room.

He shifted Remus into his arms properly and manoeuvred himself and his lover up the stairs and into the lounge. He laid him down gently onto the sofa and summoned a book from the library. He knew that to use magic on a werewolf after moonrise could endanger the wolf's life, so he resorted to sitting on the arm of the sofa and stroking his lover's cheek

"Wake up, Re." He whispered softly.

oo0oo

At sixteen minutes past five, Remus gave a shudder and opened his golden eyes "What happened?" he groaned to the embellished ceiling above.

"I was hoping that you knew the answer to that question," Sirius said.

Remus turned his head stiffly, "What d'you mean?"

"I mean that I have no idea. You dropped into a dead faint straight after moonrise." He snapped the book closed, "You didn't transform. You just lay there."

Rubbing the back of his neck, Remus said "I have no idea. I don't remember anything."

He sat up and Sirius said "Easy now." as he slid down to join the werewolf. With a hand around his waist, Remus leaned against his lover.

"I really don't have any idea."

"And I believe you. But I need to know something, Re. See, I was reading and I think I might have an idea. Sit still a sec?"

"Sure thing." Remus sat up properly.

Sirius took out his wand and waved it, murmuring a spell. There was a flash of silver light and Sirius' eyes widened.

"I was right."

"That comes as no surprise. Now spill. What the hell happened today?"

"You collapsed because you are pregnant, Re. With my kids."

Hi guys, another Remus/Sirius story. One cannot resist the charms. I hope you enjoyed it, I enjoyed thinking up the idea and writing it. I wanted to write something quite light-hearted and not overly serious, whilst slightly out of the bounds of reality because that's more fun to write about. To read? I don't know, you tell me.

A shout of thanks to my awesome beta Gwynhafara who also beta's A Dozen Days and does an awesome job on this too.

Reviews wanted and loved as usual.