It certainly isn't the first time Remus has been grabbed by invisible hands and dragged into the nearest available supply cupboard without so much as a by your leave. He takes it in stride, merely wondering if it is James or Sirius who is currently shoving him into a very uncomfortable and somewhat mildewy-smelling corner.

"Who are we hiding from?" His fingers find the folds of James' invisibility cloak and tug. It's Sirius.

"Everyone," Sirius says, his nose barely inches from Remus'. His voice sounds peculiar and Remus frowns.

"Are you all right?" He can't really make out Sirius' features. Only the barest crack of light comes through the outline of the door.

"I am now." And Sirius' voice really is off. He almost sounds like he's purring.

"You sound like-"

Sirius cuts Remus off unceremoniously with a thorough and very enthusiastic kiss. After a moment of frozen, utter shock Remus struggles, working his hands between them and pushing at Sirius' chest. They break away with a displeased grunt from Sirius and a gasp from Remus.

"Remus," he breathes, trying to hone in on his mouth again, even as Remus frantically twists his head away.

"Sirius! What are you doing?"

"I want you, Remus." Sirius gives up chasing his mouth for the moment and licks and sucks a spot on Remus' neck instead.

"I've wanted you forever. And...and I just couldn't take it anymore," he whispers huskily in between sharp little nibbles.

"Are you-are you serious?"

"Never more so."

Remus can feel him grin wickedly against his throat.

"Want proof?"

And Sirius grabs one of Remus' hands and drags it down to press against the front Sirius' trousers.

"Oh, God," groans Remus, wrenching his hand away and leaving it to flail at his side. "Sirius!"

"I love it when you say my name." Sirius is purring again, right up against Remus' ear and Remus is still in shock, can't believe that he is actually here (awake, not dreaming) in a broom cupboard with the boy (Sirius!) he's been having inappropriate thoughts about for at least a year.

"Come on, Remus," Sirius begs in his most endearing, pleading tone, the one that gets Remus to do whatever he wants every single time. Remus shivers.

"Don't you want me, too?" He dips his tongue in the shell of Remus' ear and slowly traces its contours. Remus groans, and with that he is letting Sirius capture his mouth in another mind-melting kiss, and this time Remus gives into it and kisses back for all he's worth.

Sirius is trapping Remus' wrists against the wall and rubbing up against him with utter abandon. They're grunting and hissing into each other's mouths, tongues colliding sloppy and wild as the friction ignites all their pent up teenage ardor.

It's only a minute before their hips are bucking together with erratic jerks and they come, one right after the other, muffling the sounds of their release-teeth branding Remus' shoulder as Remus turns his face, panting into the mass of soft black hair.

For a moment, Remus is terrified. What are they going to do now? What if Sirius made a mistake and really meant to drag Maeve McClaggan into the cupboard instead? But then Sirius is there again, kissing across Remus' face, his eyelids, temples and cheekbones, licking at the divot between his upper lip and nose.

"God, Remus," he whispers. "You're so perfect. Beautiful. I just want to eat you up over and over again."

His insides churn in pleasurable tingles. Remus can never remember feeling so happy. The only times that compare are when he realized that Sirius and James and Peter had still wanted to be his friend when they discovered his furry little problem and when they had revealed they'd become animagi for him.

"Sirius." He ducked his head, feeling thrilled but shy. "You're the perfect one. I-I can't believe-"

Sirius stopped his words with a finger to his lip and a tender smile.

"Let's stay here all day," he said, brushing a kiss over Remus' lips. "I'll never get enough of you."

Remus sighed as the kiss deepened, allowing himself to wrap his arms around Sirius' waist and hold him closer as Sirius roamed his hands over Remus.

"James," he murmured finally. "James and Peter will be looking for us. It's almost meal time."

"Don't care." Sirius pressed up against him more insistently, nuzzling into Remus' throat and inhaling.

"At least-Oh-at least let's go back to the tower," Remus offered weakly. "More comfortable there."

"That's true." Sirius sounded happier. "Lots of beds there."

Remus blushed in the dark.

"Let's go!"

Sirius grabbed the cloak from the floor and peeked through the door before pulling Remus out into the corridor. Both boys blinked owlishly, letting their eyes adjust to the brighter light. Sirius grinned and slung his arm around Remus' waist, pulling him closer.

"Sirius! We can't here! Come on, back to the dorm. Please?"

Sirius looked sulky, but allowed Remus to pull away.

"Only if you promise I can do whatever I want the minute we get to the room."

Remus blushed again.

"All right, just-come on now, ok?"

"Race you!"

The two boys took off down the corridors at a headlong sprint. By the time they reached the portrait hole they were breathless and laughing and Sirius gave Remus an inappropriate grope as he climbed through. Fortunately, the common room was empty. Everyone had probably already made their way to the Great Hall.

"We're not in the room yet!"

"Close enough." Sirius smiled wickedly and Remus ran, taking the stairs two at a time.

Remus tumbled into the room laughing but pulled up short as he saw James and Peter sitting on Peter's bed, the one closest to the door, and grinning expectantly. Sirius came through hot on his heels.

"Wotcher, Remus. Sirius." James looked like the cat that ate the cream. Peter was giggling.

"What's going on?" Remus asked. He lifted one eyebrow, not sure if he should be scared or intrigued by their display.

Sirius came up behind Remus and pulled him close, circling his arms firmly around his waist. His chin rested on Remus' shoulder as he grinned at James and Peter. Remus went red, while James and Peter collapsed on the bed laughing.

"Like you don't know!" James' breath was so short he had trouble getting the words out.

Unsuccessfully trying to shrug out of Sirius' arms, Remus frowned.

"What are you talking about it?"

James sat up and stared at him. He gave a little wave of his hand.

"You know. The potion."

"What potion?" he asked with an exasperated growl.

"The potion," James said slowly. "The one Pete and I gave Sirius earlier."

"It was my idea to put it in the chocolate frogs," Peter added proudly.

Remus started to feel very cold. Sirius just ignored the whole thing, nuzzling against Remus' throat again and making contented little sounds. Remus couldn't move.

"What potion did you give him?" he asked carefully.

James had begun to look uncomfortable, Peter merely confused. Their grins had faded.

"The other day in class, when we made amortentia, I nicked some of yours."

The frozen feeling gave way to a wave of utter sickness. Remus felt like he might faint, and he must've gone white because the room had gone darker and suddenly James was standing in front of him, eyes wide and concerned, and...James of all people couldn't possibly be afraid, could he?

With a whooshing rush, sound came back to normal levels and he could hear James' voice. The light got brighter and Remus could see only too well.

"Remus," James croaked. "I'm sorry, I-I didn't-" He bit his lip, looked over at Peter who stared back with a mix of dawning horror and disbelief.

"I've-the antidote-it's here." He pressed a small vial into Remus' limp hand and curled his fingers around it.

"I'm-" James looked at Remus, at Sirius who still stood so close, wrapped around Remus and beaming.

"We'll go now-to dinner. We'll save you a seat."

Without another word James and Peter disappeared from the room, and Remus was left all alone with Sirius.