"You've known me how long?"

"Yes, well, I guess I'm not used to sharing a bed with you." He rubbed one eye with the hand not supporting his head and sighed. "You also steal the covers."

"That part I do on purpose." Sirius managed a smile, turning his body a bit so he was angled toward Remus. "What time is it?"

"Late. After three." He dropped back onto his pillow and watched Sirius's profile. "We should, no doubt, get up soon and get going. After all, your ardent admirer will be waiting for you, I'm sure."

"Ugh." Sirius shuddered. "Why can't Lily's sister's abhorrence of all things magic extend to me as well?"

"Because," Remus grinned leaning closer, his breath fanning over Sirius's cheek, "she thinks you're handsome."

"Well, I am at that, but I hate a lot of handsome people. Most of them in my own family. Don't see why she can't do the same."

"It might have something to do with that one night you got pissed at Lily's parents house and wandered around half naked, eh?" Remus lay back and stared at the ceiling. "You had quite an admiring contingent the next morning, as I recall."

Sirius shuddered. "I didn't know the silly girl had friends over."

"And they all were quite impressed with your choice of attire, as I recall."

"James is a bastard," Sirius growled, half-smiling. "Besides, if the stupid bint hadn't screamed the house down, we might have been in a much different place by now."

"Oh?" Remus cocked an eyebrow, raising up onto his elbow again. "And how do you figure that?"

"We were drinking, James dared me to do something I'd never do sober. Everyone just assumed I was going to Petunia's room." He turned fully onto his side so Remus couldn't look at him head-on. "What no one seemed to consider, except perhaps Lily, if her look was anything to go on now that I think about it, was that your room was just the other side of Petunia's." He turned over quickly, tossing the covers back toward Remus. "I'm going to shower."

"How long?" Remus's voice was gruff and thick. "That was three years ago, Sirius. How long?"

"I honestly don't remember," Sirius looked back at him, took him in. Remus's hair was a mess, scattered about his head, his face wan with too little sleep and too much booze. "In fifth year." His voice broke just slightly, enough that only Remus would catch it, equate it. "Dumbledore actually told me once that you never miss anything until its gone."

"Go and shower, Sirius. You're going to have to Apparate home for your dress robes as it is."

Sirius turned and walked into the bathroom, resting his hands on either side of the sink as he stared at himself in the mirror. He looked almost as bad as Remus, hair in wild disarray and his eyes haunted. He glanced down at his morning erection and sighed, the unbidden image of Remus's mouth around it pulling a groan from his chest. He looked up, sighing, the sound caught in his throat at the sight of Remus standing behind him. "Moony?"

Remus shook his head and stepped closer, his reflection floating over Sirius's right shoulder. His eyes glinted and Sirius swallowed hard, his cock shifting in the thin fabric of the borrowed pajama bottoms. He bit his lip and dropped his gaze as he felt Remus's fingers brush against the waistband, easing it down slowly as his hands moved around Sirius's midsection, catching the fabric and easing it over his cock.

The bottoms fell to Sirius's feet and he looked up. Remus's eyes were intent on Sirius's reflection and Sirius's grip tightened on the sink. He opened his mouth for air, his tongue tasting nothing but the desire thick in the room as Remus's body came flush against his, his hard cock settling firmly against Sirius's ass. "Oh, fuck," Sirius whispered, his eyes fluttering closed then opening again as Remus's breath fanned over his shoulder.

"That might well be my intention," Remus's voice was thick, barely recognizable. "No drunken fondling in a back alley, Sirius. Do you want me to fuck you in the cold, hard light of day?"

Sirius trembled and opened his eyes, nodding as he held Remus's intent stare. "Yes."

Remus lowered his head, refusing to break their gaze as his teeth grazed Sirius's shoulder. His tongue followed, tracing the faint mark he'd left. Sirius trembled slightly, swallowing as Remus bit at his neck, sharp teeth pulling tight against his skin before releasing it.

His hands rested on Sirius's hips, thumbs moving in slow circles over the sharp jut of his hip bones, Remus's own hips rolling in matching circles, his cock pressing hard against Sirius's flesh before moving away.

The air in the room grew thicker with harsh breaths as Remus lifted one hand to the nape of Sirius's neck then let it slide slowly down his spine, tracing the bumps beneath the skin with feather-soft touches, applying occassional pressure until Sirius's back bent further, bending him over until his eyes were just even with the base of the mirror, Remus's face filling his vision.

Cold air rushed around Sirius as Remus suddenly pulled away and he gasped aloud, his fingers slipping on the cool, chipped porcelain of the sink as his arms nearly gave way. His protest died on his lips as Remus moved back to him, fingers caressing again, sliding this time over the curves of Sirius's ass.

"Moony…"

Remus shook his head, still holding Sirius's gaze. He kneaded the flesh slowly, rubbing the skin, edging closer to the tight muscle with every swirling stroke. Sirius dropped down to his elbows then rose again as soon as he opened his eyes, unwilling to lose sight of Remus. He braced himself, tightening his grip on the sink as Remus smiled, nothing familiar in the curve of his lips.

Sirius inhaled deeply then let the breath out, stopped as Remus's finger pressed against his ass, rubbing over the puckered flesh. He nearly choked on the breath and the moan, his back arching.

Remus's hushed response was lost in the blood rushing in Sirius's ears, the pulse pounding its way down to his cock. His whole body tensed as Remus's finger pushed slightly, urging the skin apart then pulled away. Sirius moaned his disapproval, swallowing the sound as Remus's finger returned, slick and wet, parting the skin in one easy thrust.

Sirius's breath huffed out in a rush as his muscles tightened around Remus's invading finger. He swallowed against his dry throat, mentally drilling himself to relax as Remus began a slow rhythm, the thrust of his finger matched by the press of his cock against Sirius's thigh.

"Merlin," he whispered as another finger joined the first, the speed of Remus's thrusts increasing. He clung to the sink, wondering peripherally if he could hold it hard enough to put marks in the porcelain when Remus pushed another finger inside, curving them at the height of the thrust. Sirius rose up on the balls of his feet, his entire body shivering, his cock quivering as Remus repeated the gesture. "Oh…fuck."

Remus spoke wordlessly against his skin, waiting until Sirius's gaze was back to his before moving, the tip of his cock wet against Sirius's flesh. The burning amber of his eyes pierced Sirius's gray ones, holding them hostage as he pushed, his cock inching past the still-tight muscle, filling him slowly. Sirius gulped air, exhaling it in hard pants that did little to calm the pounding of his heart, the throbbing of his cock. Remus stilled, his cock buried inside Sirius, and simply stared, his own lips parted with ragged breaths.

Sirius opened his mouth to speak, silenced as Remus grabbed his hips and began thrusting in earnest. His eyes closed, surrendering to the sensation as Remus pulled away then filled him, slamming their hips together, rocking against his arse and driving Sirius forward. His cock brushed the cold of the sink and he whimpered, reaching down to protect it only to find Remus's hand there, wrapped around him, stroking the flesh in time to his own body's movement.

The world narrowed to Remus's eyes, the sight of them swirling as sweat and tears and hunger clouded Sirius's vision. Remus's cock thrust deeper, his hand moved faster and suddenly everything exploded like amber shattering as he came and Remus came and the sink suddenly broke free of the wall, sending a blasting spray of cold water over both of them.

"It's just as well," Sirius decided as he handed Remus a dark robe. "Your dress robes are in a terrible state."

"They were just slightly worn."

"As you've been wearing them since you were eleven."

"Now they're drenched and stuffed in a pipe."

"It's really all they're good for." Sirius nodded to the robe in Remus's hands. "It's their wedding. It won't hurt to look nice."

"Well, I'm not the one Petunia's interested in, am I?" Remus smiled maliciously.

"Be careful, Moony. I'm not the one who accosted me in the bathroom."

"Complaining, are you?" He notched an eyebrow and leaned against the wall. "After the fact, of course, because, as I recall you weren't quite coherent enough to speak during the actual event."

"I spoke."

"I don't know that begging me to fuck you harder actually counts as conversation."

"Were we supposed to be having conversation?" Sirius asked. "Is that what that was about?"

"Oh, do shut up, Sirius." Remus shook out the robes and raised his eyebrow again. "Who exactly did these once belong to?"

"Regulus, I think. Kreacher was never the best at getting our clothes where they belonged." Sirius turned over the collar, his fingers brushing Remus's as he did so. "I assure you that the chances of wearing them making you have an urge to join Voldemort's minions is very slim."

"Just wanted to make sure they didn't belong to one of your other conquests."

"We Blacks may be depraved and such, but I can assure you, I've never been hard up enough to molest my little brother."

"I notice you left out the mention of other family members."

"Says the bloke who's making eyes at my little cousin." Sirius stopped, remember when Remus had made eyes at her. "Is this going to be hard for you?"

"Wearing Regulus's robes?" He asked lightly.

"Remus."

"I've no problem with anyone knowing that we're together, Sirius. Even Petunia, so perhaps you're safe from her after all. I'm sure she'll be perfectly horrified to know that, not only are you a Wizard, you're a great poof as well."

"You know what I'm talking about."

"It's over, Sirius." Remus slipped the robe on and carefully didn't look at Sirius as he checked his reflection in the mirror.

"I know that." Sirius moved behind him and rested his chin on Remus's shoulder. "You'll notice that's not what I asked."

"No." Remus shook his head and moved away, grabbing Sirius's robe from the bed. "It's what I told her to do, what she needs, what I want for her. It's what Harry needs."

"Harry?"

Remus shrugged. "The baby."

"I…oh." His eyes narrowed and he tilted his head. "You did know."

"Get dressed, Sirius. We've a wedding to attend. Bad form for the best man to be late."

Lily looked up as the door opened, her face shutting down as Sirius slipped into the room. "I think we should adopt a tradition where it's bad form for the best man to see the bride before her wedding as well."

"Remus will be fine. I'll make sure of it."

Her jaw tightened and she nodded. "I knew that. Otherwise you'd not be with him. I'd have had James make sure of that."

"I thought you loved him."

"I do."

Sirius grabbed a chair and turned it around, straddling it as he faced her. His eyes were clear, no animosity in them. "Then why did you do what you did last night? Tell James in front of him, in front of me? You must have known what that did to him, what seeing that did to him."

"Obviously not much from the look of you this morning." She turned away from him and moved over to her bouquet, tracing the edges of the petals.

"Fucking is easy, Lily, and let's be honest, that's probably all Remus is doing with me now, though it will change. You didn't do that to make him fuck me."

She was silent for a long moment before sighing, biting her lip as she turned completely, the delicate lines of her back trimmed in silk and lace. "I watched you for a bit, the three of you. I love you all. Brothers in all but blood, but he stands apart from you, even when you're together. He has this wall around him, made up of his secrets and the lies he tells himself and the belief that he has that he has nothing to offer anyone beyond the surface they see. It's the same reason you protect him, Sirius. The same reason you sent Snape to the Shack. He's wounded and it hurts us to see him not show the scars."

Sirius swallowed, bowing his head as she turned to face him.

"I stood there and kept thinking that I love James and I want to spend the rest of my life with him. And then, unbidden, I thought that I needed to spend the rest of my life with Remus, saving him from himself. But that's not what Remus wants, not what he needs." She managed to smile through the hint of tears that threatened to ruin the light makeup she wore. "But I knew that, if there was the slightest chance that I could have him, I might be tempted to take it. So I took my chance away."

"By hurting him more."

She shrugged and the tears spilled over. "That's the only options there are with Remus. Love him, hurt him or love him and hurt him."

"He deserves an explanation."

"No." She shook her head. "You deserved it. And you got it. And, armed with the knowledge of my mistakes, you can go out there and make him happy. Well, drive him insane, knowing you, but happily so." She sniffed and wiped the tears away with the ball of her hand. "He deserves better than you."

"I know."

She grinned and the tears glistened anew. "And you certainly don't deserve him."

"I know that too."

She smiled again, her lips trembling slightly as music started in the distance. "Now, go away. It's time for me to get married."