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Time: August 15th, 2000 (night)
Place: Gardener's shed
Status: Private - Remus, Sirius, Dog
Summary: It's the full moon, baby.



It was well after the party had finally died down, quite a few of (but not all) the party guests having said their goodbyes and made their way up to bed, that Remus left himself, Sirius in tow. He'd been nervous in anticipation of the full moon - edgy, as if he was addicted to crack cocaine and he was coming down from a high. Adrenaline rush, eyes glazed, low grade fever burning under his skin. No one had remarked upon it, and Remus had enjoyed himself - and seeing Sirius enjoy himself - enough to stay longer.

He left with an hour or so to spare, knowing as he did that there would be a good book, a spare warm blanket, and a lantern for him to occupy himself until the moon actually rose. With Sirius there, though, the time flew by much faster with chatting and gossiping and companionable silences.

It was their last full moon, or at least Padfoot's last full moon with Moony. After this, forever after (or as long as Severus saw fit to provide him), Remus would have full control over Moony during full moons.

And there would be almost no need for this shed.

"Sirius?" Remus spoke up suddenly, clearing his throat. "Thank you."

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"Ummm."

He shifted, eyes beginning to close, catlike, as the assault on his muscles grew, and rested his greying head, sighing as he did so.

Unbidden, the feeling of exhaustion and contentment grew, as his body grew heavier, and he drifted off, in the safe intimacy of the moment.

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Sirius continued his gentle massaging until he was certain Remus had finally drifted off. Then he slowly relaxed the movement of his hands until he could remove them without waking his friend, and ran his hand through Remus' hair in a gesture that was something in between ruffling and petting. Finally he curled around Remus with his arms circling the other man's waist.

What? There was nothing wrong with wanting to snuggle with a friend. Especially one like Remus, and one who had recently been hurt.

Of course, there was the matter of the werewolf, and the fact that it had tried to-- well. He wasn't going to bring the subject up, even if Remus was ripe for teasing this time. It didn't seem fair to tease him for something done on full moons when he lost all control of his actions. Besides, it didn't mean Remus was interested in him. It just meant the wolf never had any other wolves or dogs around, so it was only natural its instincts would center around the one canine companion it did have.

Besides, the thought of Remus interested in him was an odd one. Remus's sexual preference was no secret, and, well, there was no reason why he wouldn't feel that way about his friends, but for some reason Sirius hadn't considered the possibility before. The thought was strange, and also a bit...strange.

Shaking his head, he let himself drift off to sleep, thinking he was done with the subject.

That night he dreamed of a night a long time ago, when he'd picked a stranger up in a pub and took him home. It hadn't been too memorable an occasion, he hardly even remembered what the man had looked like, but in the dark light and the strange way dreams do, Sirius could've sworn he looked a bit like Remus. A Remus who'd wanted him all along.

It was a very nice dream. Right up until the part where he woke up and realised he was curled up around Remus with only the sheets between them, and he was dealing with a...somewhat pressing concern.

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"Mmmnf."

Remus was usually the early riser, but he was deep in sleep, held in thrall by the silent lull before REM sleep.

He didn't notice anything, just shifted slightly restlessly in the blankets, before settling down quietly again.

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Seeing that Remus was not likely to wake and notice anything, Sirius cautiously disentangled himself and made his way to the bathroom. His intention was cold shower, as he wasn't intended to go through with a wank that in any way involved Remus Lupin even if it was only through one of his odder sex dreams. But once he had the water running, the prospect of cold water didn't sound particularly appealing.

He turned the water warm and stepped in, appreciating the feeling of it running down his back and chest much more than he would have appreciated the cold water, thank you.

He lowered his hand to take care of the issue, trying to keep his mind blank so he wouldn't think of anything incriminating.