A/N: Written on request for rYdEr SiRiUs DaIvYs. Hope this is close enough to what you wanted and that you like it, of course.

Prompt: Sirius is depressed about Auror training and tries to kill himself.

James slouched through his small flat, intending to grab some food, take a shower and go to bed. Auror training was harder than he had anticipated; he had been certain that, like courses at Hogwarts, it would all come naturally to him. He had never been so wrong, except maybe about Evans.

Grumbling to himself, he slapped together a sandwich and ate it on his way to the bathroom, stripping as he went. He kicked on the shower to heat up while he finished eating. However, a noise coming from his bedroom made him pause.

Brow furrowed, he went to his room, and saw Sirius kneeling at the foot of his bed. He held his wand pointed at his own forehead.

"Padfoot," James asked around a mouthful of food. "What are you doing?"

"Freeing myself from this mortal life," Sirius whispered.

"…Why?" He took another large bite, I can't take anymore Auror training! It's just too much!"

James sighed, snatching away Sirius' wand before he had time to react and instead handing him the remains of his sandwich.

"You're not even in Auror training, Sirius," James corrected.

"But you are," Sirius complained, taking a bite. "I never see you anymore."

"I know," James grumbled, "but The Intensive is only a few more days. After that, it's all normal business hours."

"But why Prongs? Why do you need to be an Auror? I have plenty of gold."

"I just do. I can't stand the idea of sitting around all of the time, not doing anything."

"But I can think of plenty to do." Sirius grinned and looked down past his friend's waist.

"Huh?" James glanced down his naked body and shrugged. "Shower's running."

"Is that so?" Sirius stood, invading James' personal space.

"Yup." James smirked, working the buttons open on Sirius' shirt.

"Hmmm…"

They looked at each other for a moment, then both turned and sprinted to the bathroom.

"James? Sirius?" Remus called letting himself into the small flat. "Where are you guys?"

Worry began to fill his belly as he slipped through the silent home. Nervously, he pulled out his wand and swallowed roughly as he turned the handle to the bedroom.

"Holy shit," he gasped, eyes wide at the scene in front of him.

"Oi! Mooney, knock next time, will you?" Sirius called over James' grunts.

Slowly, Remus backed out of the room, shutting the door silently behind him. "That was…I need a drink."

*Several minutes later*

"James? Sirius?" Peter called, slinking into the flat. "Remus?" He made his way to the bedroom, butterflies entering his belly…

The End.