For the '10 drabble, 10 topics' challenge on HPFC.

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Drabble #2 Slash Pairing: Sirius/Remus (one-sided)

Maybe, One Night

by padfoot

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He felt guilty about it. Like it was wrong, somehow. Like it was bad.

Sometimes it'd be days between the times he thought about it. Days would go by and he'd forget his deep, dark secret, forget that he was different from the rest of them. Different from Prongs with his harmless, sweet puppy love for Evans – all wide-eyed and yearning, stumbling two steps back for every small step forward. Different from Wormtail with his frank affection, his shy, friendly chatter, the flush that crept all the way up to the tips of his ears. Different from Moony, with his-

But that was the problem, wasn't it? That what he felt was different from Moony.

If only it wasn't.

He knew it was an evil thought, a terrible 'if only' to entertain. Still, that didn't stop it invading his mind late at night, when the darkness took over and he could revel in his secret, bask in the ecstasy of 'maybe'.

Maybe, one night, he'd slip out of his bed and crawl in beside Moony. Maybe, one night, they'd share a searing kiss, lips sliding together, nipping his cheek, his chin, his neck where it curved so damn beautifully down, down under his light grey nightshirt to flawless planes of skin and a smattering of coarse hair. Maybe, one night, he'd devour that flawless skin, hands grasping under the sheets to shove down his friend's-

His friend's.

Moony was his friend.

And so he'd awake. Find himself in his own bed: sweaty, exhausted, guilty. Guilty because of that deep, dark place that still wished the maybes would come true.