FIC: Inevitable
Title: Inevitable
Rating: PG15
Prompt Set: Remus/Sirius 100.3
Prompt: 052 Because
Word Count: 2725
Genre: Romance
Summary: Sirius knows that Remus likes him, now if only he would admit to it.
Warnings: Slash, bad language, unbeta’d & AU.
Notes: One of my 100quills prompts.
Disclaimer: I own nothing that you recognise. J K Rowling retains all copyright.
Because he offered…
Remus looked up at the approach of the Slytherin prefect and forced a cordial smile to his face. Sirius Black was not his favourite person in the world, but as a fellow prefect they did have to at least attempt to work together.
“Here’s the patrol rota,” Black said, tossing it down on the table. “Let me know if there’s any problem with it.”
Remus picked up the parchment and quickly scanned it. “I can’t do the fourteenth,” he said. Every bloody month that Black did the rota, he put him down for the night of the full moon. If he didn’t know better, he’d swear that he did it on purpose.
“Why not?” Black asked, slightly impatiently.
“Chess Club league semi-finals,” Remus lied.
Black accepted his lie easily. “Can you do the eighth?”
Remus nodded.
“Fine,” Black muttered and tapped the parchment with his wand, swapping their names around. “Bloody awkward Ravenclaws.”
Remus shrugged and put the parchment into his bag. “Was there something else?” he asked impatiently, wondering why Black was still hovering around, instead of leaving him to go bother someone else.
“Heard a rumour about you,” Black said.
“Really?” Remus replied, hoping his complete disinterest in the rumour was evident in his tone.
“Yeah.” Apparently his tone hadn’t been clear enough. “Don’t you want to know what it is?”
“No.”
Black ignored him and sat down at the opposite side of the table. “Rumour has it, you’re a shirt-lifter.”
Remus didn’t bother to look up from his textbook. As rumours went, it was rather more accurate than the usual rubbish.
“So, are you?” Black asked.
“What’s it got to do with you?” Remus asked calmly.
Black shrugged. “Thought if it was true, you and me could get together some time.”
Remus looked up in astonishment. “What?”
“We could, you know, help each other out.”
Remus wasn’t sure what to say to such a proposition, so instead he laughed - very loudly - until Madam Pince came over to them and ordered them both from her hallowed library.
“So, I’ll see you in the Entrance Hall after dinner?” Black asked.
Remus shook his head and walked away. Bloody arrogant Slytherin.
Sirius Black was not gay. Remus had seen him with a different girl on his arm nearly every day for the past two years. Not that he was watching him; it was merely that he was observant.
Remus was certain that the only reason Black had asked him about his own preferences was to try to further the rumours that were apparently already flying around. That was the most logical explanation, although it didn’t explain why he kept spying Black watching him from across the room.
Things finally came to a head, so to speak, following the Gryffindor Hufflepuff Quidditch match.
Remus was cheering with the rest of the students as they watched the two evenly matched teams battle it out in the air. If, in the privacy of his own mind, Remus contemplated what it might be like to be sandwiched between the two Hufflepuff beaters, no one would be any the wiser.
He was in the middle of indulging in just such a fantasy, when he felt the familiar gaze of Sirius Black on him again. Black was in the neighbouring stand and was watching him with a knowing look. He was still watching him when the match was over and the students began to make their way back up to the castle.
Remus was one of the last students to leave the stands, and when he did he saw the dark hair of Black slipping underneath the stands.
He knew he should go back up to the castle and forget he’d seen him, but instead he found himself following Black under the stands, curious as to what he had to say.
“You thought about my offer?” Black asked.
Remus looked him over. He was leaning against one of the thick wooden beams, a smug, knowing grin on his face and his arms folded across his chest.
“What do you want?” Remus asked.
“You,” Black replied with a wicked grin. “On your knees, with my cock in your mouth.”
Remus snorted. “What a charming offer; how could anyone refuse?”
Apparently sarcasm was entirely lost on Black, who immediately untied his robes and reached for his belt.
Remus shook his head and turned to leave.
“Where’re you going?” Black called.
“I’m not in the mood for your games,” Remus replied. “You’re not gay, and while I’ll admit to mild curiosity as to why you would want me to think so, it’s not enough to force me to my knees.”
“Why not?” Black asked. “I’m good looking, I’m offering you what you want. Why not take it?”
“What do you know about what I want?” Remus asked politely. “You don’t even know me.”
“I know you better than you think.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really.”
“Then you’ll know that pissing me off isn’t a very good idea.”
Black laughed and smirked. “I don’t want to piss you off, though I wouldn’t say no to bringing you off.” Black gave his crotch a pointed look. “That for my benefit?”
Remus shook his head. “Blimey, you’re so bloody conceited.”
“I’m a Black,” Black replied, as though this explained everything.
Remus took a step closer and pushed Black up against beam. “You’re playing with fire, Black,” he warned in a low voice.
“No,” Black hissed back. “You are.”
Black moved like lightning, and before he realised it was happening, Remus was trapped in his arms.
“Admit you want me,” Black whispered in his ear. Remus could feel his hands on his arse, pulling him closer, and the moment he felt Black’s arousal pressing against his own, he gave in and took what he - they - wanted.
Because it was convenient…
It had become a routine. Once or twice a week, Black would give him the nod and they would slip away somewhere quiet and indulge themselves.
“Why don’t we ever kiss?” Black asked one lazy Sunday afternoon a couple of months after the day Remus had followed him under the Quidditch stands.
“What for?” replied Remus, as he zipped up his trousers, careful to ensure there was no visible evidence of what they had been doing.
“Thought you might want to,” Black said with a shrug.
“I only kiss blokes I like,” Remus said. He picked up his tie and stuffed it into the pocket of his robes.
“You like me,” Black declared, sounding very sure of himself.
Remus snorted. “No, actually, I don’t.”
“Then what are you doing here?” Black snapped.
“Relieving an itch,” Remus suggested with another shrug.
“You make it sound like I’m just convenient,” Black accused.
Remus gave him a cold smile. “You are,” he said, before he turned to leave.
“You like what we do as much as I do,” Black called after him.
“Never said I didn’t,” Remus replied. “Doesn’t mean I want your tongue in my mouth.”
“No, just my cock,” Black retorted.
Remus smiled. “You want to call this off?”
Black shook his head. “Do you?”
“Then quit your whining and enjoy what I give you.”
He left Black struggling to get back into his robes.
Because he wanted it…
“Admit you like me,” Black demanded. “Admit it and I’ll let you finish.”
Remus laughed. “You’ll let me,” he gasped, flipping Black over and straddling him. “I don’t need your permission.”
Black was looking up at him and his breath was coming in short, quick pants. “How the hell do you do that?” he gasped. “How do you manage to get the upper hand so easily?”
Remus smiled down at him, and knew that his face was ever so slightly feral, the full moon being only a couple of days away.
“Why don’t you tell me why you’re so desperate for me to like you?” Remus suggested. “And if your answer satisfies me, perhaps I’ll let you finish.”
“I’m a Black,” Black stated. “Everyone likes me… apart from you.”
“Now, that’s not true,” Remus pointed out. “Everyone in Slytherin likes you, but the rest of the school couldn’t give a shit about you.”
“You like me,” Black insisted. “You know you do.”
“I’d miss you if we stopped this… whatever it is,” Remus admitted. “Not many gay blokes round here, and even fewer who actually admit it.”
“Would you dump me for someone else, if the opportunity arose?” Black asked.
Remus contemplated the question for a moment. “Depends on who was offering to take your place,” he said with a grin.
“You git!” Black hissed, raising his hips to try to buck Remus off of him, but only succeeding in making him laugh.
“Look on the bright side, Black,” Remus told him. “They aren’t exactly beating a path to my door, so it’s not like you’ve got any sort of competition.”
“I’d see off any smarmy creep who tried to take you off of me.”
“You don’t own me,” Remus reminded him. “You get to shag me only because I allow it.”
“Because you want it, too.”
“Yeah,” Remus replied. “Because I want you.”
Black grinned up at him.
“It,” Remus hurriedly corrected himself. “Because I want it.”
“Because you want me,” Black said as he ran his hands over his thighs, causing Remus to shiver with just how much he wanted him.
Because they were alone…
“What are you doing here?” Remus asked. The last person he had expected to find on his doorstep on Christmas Eve was Sirius Black, and he wasn’t entirely pleased at the unexpected visitor.
“Who is it, Remus?” his mother called through from the kitchen.
“No one,” Remus called back.
“Charming,” Black muttered. “Just thought I’d come by and wish you a Merry Christmas, and this is the reception I get.”
“You needed to bring your trunk to pay a call?” Remus asked, pointing to the rather battered luggage on the path.
“Fine,” Black snapped. “I ran away from home, all right?”
“You’re eighteen,” Remus reminded him. “Technically that means you left home, since you don’t have to live there now.”
“Whatever.”
“So, what are you doing here?”
“Nowhere else to go.”
“Bollocks.”
“I don’t have anywhere else,” Black insisted.
“What about all your Slytherin buddies?” Remus asked. “Surely one of those rich bastards can put you up for a few days?”
“You think I’ve got friends in Slytherin?” Black asked with a snort of laughter.
“Well, yeah.”
“Well, I haven’t,” Black snapped. “I’ve not got anyone, all right. Go on, have a good laugh. Sirius Black, friendless and homeless, and making an idiot out of himself like always.”
“Remus, love,” his mother called again. “You’re letting all the warm air out. Why don’t you invite your friend in?”
It was on the tip of his tongue to call back to her that he wasn’t a friend, but something about the desperate and vulnerable look on Black’s face stopped him from saying the words. “Whatever,” he said with a sigh, stepping back and waving the other young man into the living room.
“And who’s this?” Mrs Lupin asked with a bright smile.
“Sirius Black,” Black said, giving a small bow and holding out his hand in greeting.
“We’re just about to have dinner,” Mrs Lupin said after all the appropriate introductions had been made. “You’ll join us won’t you?”
Black looked at him, as though asking for permission, but Remus merely raised an eyebrow.
“Your parents are nice,” Black commented as Remus showed him the way to the guestroom. As soon as his parents had found out that he’d left home, they had opened their house to him without a second thought.
“You can put your things in here,” Remus said.
“Where’s your room?” Black asked.
“Down the hall.”
“Which one?”
Remus glanced over his shoulder. “Nothing’s going to be happening while you’re here,” he told him.
“Why not?”
“My parents don’t know about my preferences.”
“They’d understand.”
“What would you know?”
“They’re nice.”
“Dinner should be ready in about ten minutes,” Remus told him.
“I know what you are,” Black suddenly blurted out. “I’ve known for a while. I’ve been waiting for you to tell me.”
Remus schooled his face so that it was carefully blank. “Tell you what?” he asked.
“You’re a werewolf,” Black whispered. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Black asked.
“Because it’s none of your business,” Remus snapped. “I haven’t even told my closest friends; what made you think I’d tell you?”
“Because I’m your closest friend,” Black replied. “I’ve been watching you a lot longer than you think, and you don’t have any friends.”
“Of course I do.”
“No, you don’t,” Black told him. “All you’ve got is me.”
Remus scowled, wanting to argue, but knowing deep down that it was true.
Just because…
“Next one?” Black asked as they studied for their Astronomy test.
“The Dog Star,” Remus replied.
“Would it bloody well kill you to say it?” Black asked.
“I just did, didn’t I?”
“I meant my name,” Black snapped. “Si-ri-us, come on, its not that hard, even if you are a Ravenclaw.”
“For crying out loud,” Remus muttered, sitting up and glaring at him.
“You’ve never once said my name,” Black complained with a scowl. “Why not?”
“You’re imagining things,” Remus said.
“No, I’m not.” He sighed and ran his hands through his hair with frustration. “I like you, Remus. In case you hadn’t noticed, which I suspect may be the case since you can be blind as a bloody bat when you choose to be.”
“Just because we get each other off now and then.”
“That’s not all we do,” Black reminded him. “We study together. We work together in class. We talk and hang out. We’re friends, whether you want to admit it or not.”
“Fine, we’re friends. Happy now?”
“You could at least say it like you mean it.”
“What do you want? Soppy declarations of love or something?”
“Well, that’d be a start.”
Remus tried to keep glaring, but it was impossible to do so, and the smile the cockily grinning git sitting next to him was waiting for slipped through.
“You know what else I want?” Sirius asked in a quiet whisper.
Remus shook his head. “Oh, do tell.”
“I want to kiss you.”
“I only kiss blokes I actually like,” Remus reminded him.
“That’s good,” Sirius replied. “Since I appear to be the only bloke you like.”
“What makes you so sure I like you?” Remus asked.
“Because you do.”
“That’s not a proper answer.”
“Sure it is. Can I?”
“Can you what?”
Sirius rolled his eyes. “Kiss you, of course.”
Remus nodded and leaned forward. “If you must.”
Sirius grinned back at him. “Oh, I must,” he whispered. “But first, tell me that you like me. Say my name, and tell me that you like me.”
“Did anyone ever tell you that you’re very demanding?”
“Yeah. Are you going to say it?”
“And needy?”
“Say it.”
“And whiny?”
Sirius toppled him backward onto the grass, pinning him down. “Say it.”
“Or what?”
“Or I’m withholding sexual favours, effective immediately.”
“And punish yourself in the process?”
“Not bloody likely. Are you going to say it?”
“Do I really need to?” Remus asked with a grin.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Just because.”
“That’s so not an answer.”
“Fine, because I’m demanding and needy and whiny, and I need to hear it.”
Remus rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Fine. I like you, Sirius. Happy now?”
“For the moment.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I think I’ll need to hear it every day to be really happy,” Sirius teased. “Then in a week or two I think I’ll have to start pushing for the other L word.”
“Oh, you will, will you?”
“Yeah, definitely.” Sirius nodded thoughtfully. “Considering how long it’s taken to get you to admit you even like me, Slytherin knows how long it’ll take me to get you to admit you love me. I’ll need to start working on you as soon as possible or I may be old and grey before you manage to say the words.”
“Sirius?”
Sirius smiled up at him, looking far too smug.
“Shut up and kiss me.”
“Now who’s being demanding?” Sirius asked, but the only reply he got was Remus’s mouth, hot upon his own, stealing his breath away.
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A/N: A part of me is not that happy with this one shot. I have a feeling it might have worked better as a chaptered fic, but since it is for my prompts set, and I have way too many projects on the go already, it is only a one shot. If there is enough interest, I may consider doing a re-write to extend and expand on the idea.
Rating: PG15
Prompt Set: Remus/Sirius 100.3
Prompt: 052 Because
Word Count: 2725
Genre: Romance
Summary: Sirius knows that Remus likes him, now if only he would admit to it.
Warnings: Slash, bad language, unbeta’d & AU.
Notes: One of my 100quills prompts.
Disclaimer: I own nothing that you recognise. J K Rowling retains all copyright.
Because he offered…
Remus looked up at the approach of the Slytherin prefect and forced a cordial smile to his face. Sirius Black was not his favourite person in the world, but as a fellow prefect they did have to at least attempt to work together.
“Here’s the patrol rota,” Black said, tossing it down on the table. “Let me know if there’s any problem with it.”
Remus picked up the parchment and quickly scanned it. “I can’t do the fourteenth,” he said. Every bloody month that Black did the rota, he put him down for the night of the full moon. If he didn’t know better, he’d swear that he did it on purpose.
“Why not?” Black asked, slightly impatiently.
“Chess Club league semi-finals,” Remus lied.
Black accepted his lie easily. “Can you do the eighth?”
Remus nodded.
“Fine,” Black muttered and tapped the parchment with his wand, swapping their names around. “Bloody awkward Ravenclaws.”
Remus shrugged and put the parchment into his bag. “Was there something else?” he asked impatiently, wondering why Black was still hovering around, instead of leaving him to go bother someone else.
“Heard a rumour about you,” Black said.
“Really?” Remus replied, hoping his complete disinterest in the rumour was evident in his tone.
“Yeah.” Apparently his tone hadn’t been clear enough. “Don’t you want to know what it is?”
“No.”
Black ignored him and sat down at the opposite side of the table. “Rumour has it, you’re a shirt-lifter.”
Remus didn’t bother to look up from his textbook. As rumours went, it was rather more accurate than the usual rubbish.
“So, are you?” Black asked.
“What’s it got to do with you?” Remus asked calmly.
Black shrugged. “Thought if it was true, you and me could get together some time.”
Remus looked up in astonishment. “What?”
“We could, you know, help each other out.”
Remus wasn’t sure what to say to such a proposition, so instead he laughed - very loudly - until Madam Pince came over to them and ordered them both from her hallowed library.
“So, I’ll see you in the Entrance Hall after dinner?” Black asked.
Remus shook his head and walked away. Bloody arrogant Slytherin.
Sirius Black was not gay. Remus had seen him with a different girl on his arm nearly every day for the past two years. Not that he was watching him; it was merely that he was observant.
Remus was certain that the only reason Black had asked him about his own preferences was to try to further the rumours that were apparently already flying around. That was the most logical explanation, although it didn’t explain why he kept spying Black watching him from across the room.
Things finally came to a head, so to speak, following the Gryffindor Hufflepuff Quidditch match.
Remus was cheering with the rest of the students as they watched the two evenly matched teams battle it out in the air. If, in the privacy of his own mind, Remus contemplated what it might be like to be sandwiched between the two Hufflepuff beaters, no one would be any the wiser.
He was in the middle of indulging in just such a fantasy, when he felt the familiar gaze of Sirius Black on him again. Black was in the neighbouring stand and was watching him with a knowing look. He was still watching him when the match was over and the students began to make their way back up to the castle.
Remus was one of the last students to leave the stands, and when he did he saw the dark hair of Black slipping underneath the stands.
He knew he should go back up to the castle and forget he’d seen him, but instead he found himself following Black under the stands, curious as to what he had to say.
“You thought about my offer?” Black asked.
Remus looked him over. He was leaning against one of the thick wooden beams, a smug, knowing grin on his face and his arms folded across his chest.
“What do you want?” Remus asked.
“You,” Black replied with a wicked grin. “On your knees, with my cock in your mouth.”
Remus snorted. “What a charming offer; how could anyone refuse?”
Apparently sarcasm was entirely lost on Black, who immediately untied his robes and reached for his belt.
Remus shook his head and turned to leave.
“Where’re you going?” Black called.
“I’m not in the mood for your games,” Remus replied. “You’re not gay, and while I’ll admit to mild curiosity as to why you would want me to think so, it’s not enough to force me to my knees.”
“Why not?” Black asked. “I’m good looking, I’m offering you what you want. Why not take it?”
“What do you know about what I want?” Remus asked politely. “You don’t even know me.”
“I know you better than you think.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really.”
“Then you’ll know that pissing me off isn’t a very good idea.”
Black laughed and smirked. “I don’t want to piss you off, though I wouldn’t say no to bringing you off.” Black gave his crotch a pointed look. “That for my benefit?”
Remus shook his head. “Blimey, you’re so bloody conceited.”
“I’m a Black,” Black replied, as though this explained everything.
Remus took a step closer and pushed Black up against beam. “You’re playing with fire, Black,” he warned in a low voice.
“No,” Black hissed back. “You are.”
Black moved like lightning, and before he realised it was happening, Remus was trapped in his arms.
“Admit you want me,” Black whispered in his ear. Remus could feel his hands on his arse, pulling him closer, and the moment he felt Black’s arousal pressing against his own, he gave in and took what he - they - wanted.
Because it was convenient…
It had become a routine. Once or twice a week, Black would give him the nod and they would slip away somewhere quiet and indulge themselves.
“Why don’t we ever kiss?” Black asked one lazy Sunday afternoon a couple of months after the day Remus had followed him under the Quidditch stands.
“What for?” replied Remus, as he zipped up his trousers, careful to ensure there was no visible evidence of what they had been doing.
“Thought you might want to,” Black said with a shrug.
“I only kiss blokes I like,” Remus said. He picked up his tie and stuffed it into the pocket of his robes.
“You like me,” Black declared, sounding very sure of himself.
Remus snorted. “No, actually, I don’t.”
“Then what are you doing here?” Black snapped.
“Relieving an itch,” Remus suggested with another shrug.
“You make it sound like I’m just convenient,” Black accused.
Remus gave him a cold smile. “You are,” he said, before he turned to leave.
“You like what we do as much as I do,” Black called after him.
“Never said I didn’t,” Remus replied. “Doesn’t mean I want your tongue in my mouth.”
“No, just my cock,” Black retorted.
Remus smiled. “You want to call this off?”
Black shook his head. “Do you?”
“Then quit your whining and enjoy what I give you.”
He left Black struggling to get back into his robes.
Because he wanted it…
“Admit you like me,” Black demanded. “Admit it and I’ll let you finish.”
Remus laughed. “You’ll let me,” he gasped, flipping Black over and straddling him. “I don’t need your permission.”
Black was looking up at him and his breath was coming in short, quick pants. “How the hell do you do that?” he gasped. “How do you manage to get the upper hand so easily?”
Remus smiled down at him, and knew that his face was ever so slightly feral, the full moon being only a couple of days away.
“Why don’t you tell me why you’re so desperate for me to like you?” Remus suggested. “And if your answer satisfies me, perhaps I’ll let you finish.”
“I’m a Black,” Black stated. “Everyone likes me… apart from you.”
“Now, that’s not true,” Remus pointed out. “Everyone in Slytherin likes you, but the rest of the school couldn’t give a shit about you.”
“You like me,” Black insisted. “You know you do.”
“I’d miss you if we stopped this… whatever it is,” Remus admitted. “Not many gay blokes round here, and even fewer who actually admit it.”
“Would you dump me for someone else, if the opportunity arose?” Black asked.
Remus contemplated the question for a moment. “Depends on who was offering to take your place,” he said with a grin.
“You git!” Black hissed, raising his hips to try to buck Remus off of him, but only succeeding in making him laugh.
“Look on the bright side, Black,” Remus told him. “They aren’t exactly beating a path to my door, so it’s not like you’ve got any sort of competition.”
“I’d see off any smarmy creep who tried to take you off of me.”
“You don’t own me,” Remus reminded him. “You get to shag me only because I allow it.”
“Because you want it, too.”
“Yeah,” Remus replied. “Because I want you.”
Black grinned up at him.
“It,” Remus hurriedly corrected himself. “Because I want it.”
“Because you want me,” Black said as he ran his hands over his thighs, causing Remus to shiver with just how much he wanted him.
Because they were alone…
“What are you doing here?” Remus asked. The last person he had expected to find on his doorstep on Christmas Eve was Sirius Black, and he wasn’t entirely pleased at the unexpected visitor.
“Who is it, Remus?” his mother called through from the kitchen.
“No one,” Remus called back.
“Charming,” Black muttered. “Just thought I’d come by and wish you a Merry Christmas, and this is the reception I get.”
“You needed to bring your trunk to pay a call?” Remus asked, pointing to the rather battered luggage on the path.
“Fine,” Black snapped. “I ran away from home, all right?”
“You’re eighteen,” Remus reminded him. “Technically that means you left home, since you don’t have to live there now.”
“Whatever.”
“So, what are you doing here?”
“Nowhere else to go.”
“Bollocks.”
“I don’t have anywhere else,” Black insisted.
“What about all your Slytherin buddies?” Remus asked. “Surely one of those rich bastards can put you up for a few days?”
“You think I’ve got friends in Slytherin?” Black asked with a snort of laughter.
“Well, yeah.”
“Well, I haven’t,” Black snapped. “I’ve not got anyone, all right. Go on, have a good laugh. Sirius Black, friendless and homeless, and making an idiot out of himself like always.”
“Remus, love,” his mother called again. “You’re letting all the warm air out. Why don’t you invite your friend in?”
It was on the tip of his tongue to call back to her that he wasn’t a friend, but something about the desperate and vulnerable look on Black’s face stopped him from saying the words. “Whatever,” he said with a sigh, stepping back and waving the other young man into the living room.
“And who’s this?” Mrs Lupin asked with a bright smile.
“Sirius Black,” Black said, giving a small bow and holding out his hand in greeting.
“We’re just about to have dinner,” Mrs Lupin said after all the appropriate introductions had been made. “You’ll join us won’t you?”
Black looked at him, as though asking for permission, but Remus merely raised an eyebrow.
“Your parents are nice,” Black commented as Remus showed him the way to the guestroom. As soon as his parents had found out that he’d left home, they had opened their house to him without a second thought.
“You can put your things in here,” Remus said.
“Where’s your room?” Black asked.
“Down the hall.”
“Which one?”
Remus glanced over his shoulder. “Nothing’s going to be happening while you’re here,” he told him.
“Why not?”
“My parents don’t know about my preferences.”
“They’d understand.”
“What would you know?”
“They’re nice.”
“Dinner should be ready in about ten minutes,” Remus told him.
“I know what you are,” Black suddenly blurted out. “I’ve known for a while. I’ve been waiting for you to tell me.”
Remus schooled his face so that it was carefully blank. “Tell you what?” he asked.
“You’re a werewolf,” Black whispered. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Black asked.
“Because it’s none of your business,” Remus snapped. “I haven’t even told my closest friends; what made you think I’d tell you?”
“Because I’m your closest friend,” Black replied. “I’ve been watching you a lot longer than you think, and you don’t have any friends.”
“Of course I do.”
“No, you don’t,” Black told him. “All you’ve got is me.”
Remus scowled, wanting to argue, but knowing deep down that it was true.
Just because…
“Next one?” Black asked as they studied for their Astronomy test.
“The Dog Star,” Remus replied.
“Would it bloody well kill you to say it?” Black asked.
“I just did, didn’t I?”
“I meant my name,” Black snapped. “Si-ri-us, come on, its not that hard, even if you are a Ravenclaw.”
“For crying out loud,” Remus muttered, sitting up and glaring at him.
“You’ve never once said my name,” Black complained with a scowl. “Why not?”
“You’re imagining things,” Remus said.
“No, I’m not.” He sighed and ran his hands through his hair with frustration. “I like you, Remus. In case you hadn’t noticed, which I suspect may be the case since you can be blind as a bloody bat when you choose to be.”
“Just because we get each other off now and then.”
“That’s not all we do,” Black reminded him. “We study together. We work together in class. We talk and hang out. We’re friends, whether you want to admit it or not.”
“Fine, we’re friends. Happy now?”
“You could at least say it like you mean it.”
“What do you want? Soppy declarations of love or something?”
“Well, that’d be a start.”
Remus tried to keep glaring, but it was impossible to do so, and the smile the cockily grinning git sitting next to him was waiting for slipped through.
“You know what else I want?” Sirius asked in a quiet whisper.
Remus shook his head. “Oh, do tell.”
“I want to kiss you.”
“I only kiss blokes I actually like,” Remus reminded him.
“That’s good,” Sirius replied. “Since I appear to be the only bloke you like.”
“What makes you so sure I like you?” Remus asked.
“Because you do.”
“That’s not a proper answer.”
“Sure it is. Can I?”
“Can you what?”
Sirius rolled his eyes. “Kiss you, of course.”
Remus nodded and leaned forward. “If you must.”
Sirius grinned back at him. “Oh, I must,” he whispered. “But first, tell me that you like me. Say my name, and tell me that you like me.”
“Did anyone ever tell you that you’re very demanding?”
“Yeah. Are you going to say it?”
“And needy?”
“Say it.”
“And whiny?”
Sirius toppled him backward onto the grass, pinning him down. “Say it.”
“Or what?”
“Or I’m withholding sexual favours, effective immediately.”
“And punish yourself in the process?”
“Not bloody likely. Are you going to say it?”
“Do I really need to?” Remus asked with a grin.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Just because.”
“That’s so not an answer.”
“Fine, because I’m demanding and needy and whiny, and I need to hear it.”
Remus rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Fine. I like you, Sirius. Happy now?”
“For the moment.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I think I’ll need to hear it every day to be really happy,” Sirius teased. “Then in a week or two I think I’ll have to start pushing for the other L word.”
“Oh, you will, will you?”
“Yeah, definitely.” Sirius nodded thoughtfully. “Considering how long it’s taken to get you to admit you even like me, Slytherin knows how long it’ll take me to get you to admit you love me. I’ll need to start working on you as soon as possible or I may be old and grey before you manage to say the words.”
“Sirius?”
Sirius smiled up at him, looking far too smug.
“Shut up and kiss me.”
“Now who’s being demanding?” Sirius asked, but the only reply he got was Remus’s mouth, hot upon his own, stealing his breath away.
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A/N: A part of me is not that happy with this one shot. I have a feeling it might have worked better as a chaptered fic, but since it is for my prompts set, and I have way too many projects on the go already, it is only a one shot. If there is enough interest, I may consider doing a re-write to extend and expand on the idea.