Disclaimer: I no own characters or setting, Rowling owns my life!

Rating: Not for de kiddies (there will be sex – as usual ^_^;)

Pairing: Sirius/Remus

Summary: During a night of drinking to celebrate the end of exams, Remus and Sirius discover that their relationship isn't just platonic friendship. What will this realisation bring once they're sober?

Comments: I got the idea for this probably cliched story from personal experience. Last week I had my first kiss (late to the party, I know) - well first three kisses. Long story short I got a little bit tipsy and made out with three of my friends (from both genders – I went from an innocent to a whore* in one night FUCKYESBITCH *and lovin' it ^_^), the first one being the one I've had a pathetic crush on for a while now. It started going further with him and then one of my other friends had the good sense to chuck cold water on us. I don't do that sort of thing ever really, (straight edge, straight A nerd!) so I had to express it and what better way than to write a story about Remus and Sirius doing the same sort of thing. Muahahaha My favourite little puppets! XD (However, I did make our dear Remus significantly more drunk than I was ;D Couldn't resist; he's just too cute!)

PS: I'm so terribly sorry to everyone who has been waiting for me to upload more but my internet has been fucking with me something terrible! D: I promise I have not been resting on my laurels, however, I have been writing my little heart out! Problem is I've started new fics (this being one of 'em) and I'm generally only halfway through ^_^; Soz! But hopefully this will partially make up for my long absence. My external exams are over and now it's time for some fanfiction (fist pump time)! More uploads will be coming your way, my lovelies. Oh and a big, huge, hearty, teary, glompy, mega thank you to everyone who has read or commented on any of my work; sorry that I haven't replied but I really hugely appreciate everything! I LOVE YOU! (the creepy confession of an obsessed and grateful writer ;))

Sorry for the enormous foreword too :S

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Remus stumbled forward, trying to make sense of the spinning room before him and just ended up laughing at the way his stomach churned and the faces around him blurred confusingly. He felt a firm grip on his forearm, holding him steady and heard a familiar voice mumbling over the the Rock Puppets' pounding music. His vision began to clear and apparently so did his hearing as it turned out the person wasn't mumbling but actually shouting in his ear.

"Remus, sit down, mate. You're going to fall flat on your face in a minute".

He recognised the voice as James' and he giggled at the concerned brown eyes. James sure looked funny today. But never mind that: his bottle of Firewhisky was empty and that couldn't be good, so he turned in search of another. The room wasn't so blurry now and he laughed again as he saw the mild mayhem that was taking place in the Gryffindor common room. There were people laying on the ground laughing hysterically at what appeared to be nothing, people dancing crazily in the middle of the room, people snogging like there was no tomorrow on the armchairs, someone skulling a whole bottle of Firewhisky at the encouragement of the small crowd around him and perhaps most interesting of all, Lily Evans stripping on the table, her shirt already half undone. This lot sure knew how to celebrate the end of exams.

"JAMES!", Remus said quietly in James' ear, vaguely wondering why James jerked back and rubbed his ear, "Look! Lily's wearing that bra you gave her!"

He stumbled again and barely heard James' mutter of, "Oh, for fuck's sake", as he leaned against him, trying to regain his balance. He laughed again as he wondered at the warmth of James' skin against his cheek through his thin shirt and thought that he was a lot taller than he remembered.

"Here, Padfoot, hold him for a second."

"Holy shit, is Moony smashed? I've never seen him this drunk before!"

"Yeah, he's a real lightweight; one bottle of firewhisky and he was gone".

Remus watched as Lily slowly undid another button on her shirt to the loud cheers of the crowd around her feet, and he laughed as she winked and waved at him.

"Leave him, Prongs, he's fine".

Remus watched with a frown as someone ran past holding an enormous bottle of Firewhisky and made to follow them but tripped on a foot – he wasn't sure whose but he didn't feel pain so he assumed it wasn't his own. James caught him again, tightening his grip on his forearm and ignoring Remus' dazed snigger.

"Just look after him for a minute, alright? He's not used to drinking and he'll probably do something really stupid. Just look at him!"

"Merlin, relax. What are you – his mother? Let him have some fun!"

"I don't want him doing anything he'll regret tomorrow; this is his first time being drunk, you prat. Now just take him for a second so I can go and stop Lily taking off her underwear!"

Remus felt the wonderful warmth being removed and replaced with something different. The removal of his support left him tipping sideways dangerously. The floor seemed to be getting strangely closer and then he felt something wrapping around his middle, pulling him back.

"Shit, Moony, you're bloody plastered".

He was pulled back against a warm, firm body and he smiled dazedly, wondering at the strong arms around his waist and the warm breath in his ear that smelled faintly of Dragonspirits. He watched Lily slowly tugging at the straps of her bra and sniggered again. He reached up behind him and vaguely patted Sirius' cheek until he found a stray lock of hair and tugged on it so Sirius' head moved down, allowing him to turn and whisper into his ear, "I think James is finally going to see Lily without her bra on".

Sirius let out a loud bark of laughter and Remus smiled, feeling the hot gust of air tickle his cheek and neck. He looked up at Sirius who hadn't moved back yet, and wondered at how silky his hair looked and soft and pink his lips seemed. Sirius looked back down at him in turn, an amused smile on those beautiful lips which widened in a laugh when Remus began to slide sideways again. The arms around his waist tightened and straightened him again, pressing him more securely against the warm body behind him. Remus looked around the room absently, feeling a strange craving for cake but seeing none, focused instead on Lily who was laughing at an imploring James. He seemed to be beckoning for her to get down but she responded by simply starting to unzip her skirt. He vaguely wondered at the panic in James' eyes and then laughed as James grabbed her around the legs and hauled her over his shoulder and away from the crowd. He lost track of them as he registered a familiar hand swing up in front of him holding a bottle of Dragonspirits. He made to grab it but it moved up beside his head as Sirius took a long swig from it. Remus clumsily pulled it away from Sirius' mouth and brought it down to his own, barely noticing the amused chuckle from behind him.

"Come on, Moony, any more and you'll probably pass out".

The bottle was pulled away from his mouth just as he wrinkled his nose at the taste of the fire-hot, burning alcohol.

"I'mkay", he mumbled distractedly, "but that shit tastes fucking terrible".

Sirius laughed again.

"I hardly ever hear you swear – I like it. Do it again".

Remus giggled drunkenly, "No, Sirius Potter; you're an influence bad on me".

Sirius smiled at him quizzically, apparently taking a couple of moments to understand what Remus had said.

"Take a break, Moons; you're not even talking straight tonight".

Sniggering, Remus replied without thinking, "That's not the only thing I don't do straight".

He dissolved into a fit of laughter at his own joke and through the drunken haze he felt a strange sense of relief that he'd come out with that little secret, even though he hadn't fully meant to say it quite that way and certainly not to Sirius. His knees buckled and Sirius caught him again, helping him stand up straight again. Still chuckling, Remus didn't see look of abject surprise on Sirius' face.

"Really? I didn't know...are you serious?"

"No, silly; you're Sirius!"

Remus dissolved into laughter again at what he perceived to be his own wit and missed the affectionate eye-roll that he received from Sirius.

"But you're really not kidding?", he pressed, "I mean I had no idea you did...stuff with guys – that is what you're talking about, right?"

Remus frowned, wondering on the shaky, anxious tone in Sirius voice but thought little else of it.

"Yeah – wait, no. I dunno. I mean I would have done stuff, I just haven't yet".

There was a pause before Sirius asked in a quieter voice, despite the loud music, "Why?"

"I dunno, I guess no one really...I just, I dunno", Remus replied confusedly, looking around for any Firewhisky within reach. He spotted a half-empty bottle of amber liquid rolling on the floor and tried to reach down and grab it but he didn't seem to have complete control over his arms or legs and with a mumbled "Whups", he tipped forward so far that he nearly fell flat on his face. Sirius hurriedly rebalanced him for the hundredth time that evening.

There was a soft mutter of "Moony", behind him, whether in exasperation, worry or simply an exclamation of surprise, Remus didn't know, but he turned clumsily in answer and found himself a hair's breadth away from Sirius' face. Arms still wrapped securely around him, Sirius looked down at Remus in surprise, inspiring Remus to let out a quiet chuckle and then, without any forethought or thinking at all or logic or reason or any of that helpful, useful stuff, Remus leaned forward and kissed him.

Sirius froze in shock as Remus pressed their lips together, relishing in the warm softness of Sirius' lips and then closing his eyes slowly before letting out a snigger and resting his head against Sirius'. No longer frozen and gripped by a sudden urge (and not a small amount of alcohol), Sirius leaned forward and brought their lips back together, forcefully and insistently. He pried open Remus' mouth with his tongue and felt his few remaining inhibitions disappear as Remus' tongue moved against his own, a little inexperienced and clumsy but quickly learning and working its way into his mouth to explore.

They both vaguely heard the roar that went up around them as all of Gryffindor tower cheered, wolfwhistled and hooted at the sight of the two best friends snogging each other senseless, but they only lost themselves deeper in the kiss, ignoring the world around them. Sirius brought his hand up to cup Remus' cheek and Remus followed his lead, wrapping his arms around Sirius' neck and tilting his head slightly to get easier access to the warm mouth that tasted faintly of Dragonspirits. All that existed to them was each other and the pleasant buzz that was starting in the back of their heads – that is until they ran out of breath and they parted with a quiet smack.

"Fucking hell, I told you to look after him for a couple of minutes, not to snog him to death!"

Sirius glanced around, looking for the irritated voice and found James glaring at him with a giggling and fully dressed Lily under his arm. He meant to reply but was interrupted by a snigger from Remus who, grinning dazedly, leaned forward to pull Sirius into another heated snog. More jeers and whistles went up from the surrounding crowd, not as loud as before but still almost as loud as a score at a Quidditch match and both Remus and Sirius grinned amusedly into the kiss.

"Sirius!", James exclaimed sharply, ignoring the crowd around them.

Sirius pulled away reluctantly, glaring at James in annoyance.

"I told you not to let him do anything stupid -"

"He hasn't", Sirius exclaimed innocently, "Stop worrying, you tosser. It's all fine".

Their little argument was effectively stopped when Alan Prewett promptly threw up with a loud retch, amid cries of disgust and laughter.

Quite unaware and uncaring of events around him, Remus absently leaned forward, gently kissing the corner of Sirius' mouth and then his lightly stubbled cheek before murmuring with a little drunken chuckle, "You've no idea how long I've wanted to do that".

Sirius looked down at him, surprised, despite his foggy brain not being able to process those words properly; he just knew that he liked whatever it was they were saying. He was about to turn and snog Remus senseless again but before he could, Professor McGonogall stepped through the portrait hole.

Whoever said 'hell hath no fury like a woman scorned' (he must've heard that shite from Remus – who else could quote that kind of stuff?), Sirius thought vaguely, had never met Minerva McGonogall. This wasn't just fury - she was like a dragon who had been woken up from a deep sleep by being poked in the eye. He'd never heard her yell so furiously and he wasn't ashamed of admitting that he was terrified. He followed the rushing crowd up the stairs to the dormitories and even though tipsy himself, he hauled Remus up over his shoulder as he knew he'd never get him up the stairs before dawn. He heard Remus' gasp of laughter and hurried up the steps, praying that he wouldn't trip. Luckily he kept his balance and he made it into the seventh year boy's dormitory, letting Remus down gently near his bed. It was dark and all he could hear was the sounds of people running, swearing and laughing and doors slamming as they escaped to their dorms. He blindly led Remus to his own bed and gently sat him down on it, fully intending on going to his own bed and not getting into the bed with Remus, thinking that he wasn't quite that drunk to go that far with someone who was absolutely plastered, and certainly not one of his best friends. But then Remus' hands were fisting the front of his robes and he was being pulled down onto the bed with a loud "Oomph".

Remus laughed, curling on his side and closer up beside him as he pressed their lips together. His intentions on going to his own bed forgotten, Sirius wrapped his arms around him and deepened the kiss, smiling at the way Remus tilted his head so willingly. Remus broke away slowly, grinning happily and then kissing Sirius softly again at random intervals. Finally, the alcohol began to catch up with them and their movements slowed as they curled closer together, arms and legs thrown randomly over each other. They remained that way as they let the tiredness overtake them, sinking into a deep state of oblivion, uncaring and blissfully unaware of what fortune or misfortune their actions might bring the next morning.