"Did I ever tell you that I hate beatniks?" Sirius said, his voice filled with humor as he stood outside of a corner bar, looking up into the blazing blue letters of the sign.

Remus smiled beside him. "But Blue Alert is different. None of that self-involved nonsense. They have good music – and a good group of people."

"Gay people?"

Shrugging, Remus turned his head slightly to give him a heady look. "Most likely. I've only been to the place a few times. Don't know many that well."

"Right." Sirius forgot he had only moved there a few weeks ago. It felt like ages.

"Should we go in?" Remus asked, looking up at the sky. "I think it's beginning to rain."

The bar was cramped, but strangely comfortable. It was laughably cliché – bellows of smoke welcomed them and Sirius even spotted a few people wearing berets. He rubbed a hand over his mouth to hide his amusement.

"Don't say anything," Remus said, his eyes twinkling, "they take this very seriously." Sirius could tell he was joking.

They took a seat next to the small dance floor and the bartender actually walked over to them with a cranberry juice in his hand. He was a slight man, wearing nothing but black. Sirius blinked at him.

"Hey, Remus," the bartender said, setting the drink in front of him. He looked Sirius up and down. "Who is your friend?"

Remus grinned up at him. "This is Sirius – he's a history teacher." He turned to Sirius. "Sirius, this is Adam."

He shook Adam's cold hand. "Nice to meet you."

"I don't know how you do it – teaching the kids these days," Adam said, resting his hands on his hips, "they are maniacs, you know."

Sirius laughed. "They aren't too bad."

Adam whistled. "What can I get you? You look like a martini man."

"I prefer Guinness, but a martini is fine."

Adam grimaced. "Beer has no character, you know."

Once he had walked back to the bar to make the drink, Remus turned to Sirius, his eyes excited.

"Do you want to dance?"

Sirius shrugged. "I don't mine."

"Just a few twirls, yeah?" Remus stood and offered Sirius his hand.

"Okay," he answered, taking the hand. He allowed himself to be pulled to the center of the floor. Remus wrapped his arms around Sirius' waist, pulling him close. Sirius had a sudden surge of fright, his head turning quickly to see if the other people on the floor were gawking on them. To his surprise they didn't even seem to notice.

"Relax," Remus whispered in his ear, his palms making small circular motions on the curve of Sirius' back. "They don't care – just allow the music to take you."

Sirius closed his eyes, allowing Remus' words to wash over him. He took a deep breath of air, then opened his eyes, staring straight into Remus' golden ambers. When had his eyes gone from brown to gold? Sirius didn't know, but he realized it didn't matter, just like how it didn't matter what people thought of them, as he wrapped his arms around Remus' neck.

A woman's voice echoed around the dance floor, her sultry voice taking control of Sirius' senses.

There's perfume burning in the air

Bits of beauty everywhere

Shrapnel flying, soldier hit the dirt

Rocking together slowly, their bodies seemed to fit perfectly, chest pressing into chest, groin pressing into – oh god, he felt himself become hard from the warmth and feeling of Remus. The man directed them carelessly around the floor, his steps slow but elegant, his hands not ceasing their caressing up and down his back.

It's just another night I guess

All tangled up in nakedness

You even touch yourself

You're such a flirt

Blue Alert

"I want you so much," Remus said quietly in his ear, breath warm and comforting again Sirius' neck. "I can feel your arousal. You want me, too." His voice had a strange intensity that made Sirius tremble.

Sirius couldn't stop himself from moaning. "Yes, God, yes – I do." He swallowed thickly. "It seems you have changed my whole outlook on life."

Giving him an quizzical look, Remus asked, "How is that?"

"I would have never done before – before I met you." Sirius suddenly felt very shy. "I mean – no

one at school knows that I'm gay. I have no idea what my students would think."

A frown appeared on Remus' face. "Why were you so open with me then?"

"I don't know – you calm me somehow." Sirius felt his cheeks redden slightly.

"Oh, that's good." He could hear the amusement in Remus' voice. There was a short pause as they both stared at one another, waiting while the world and their situation rearranged. "I would like to take you back to my apartment, if that's okay with you," Remus said finally, his heart pounding against Sirius' chest.

He felt his stomach lunge at Remus' words, the trembling within his body growing, his toes and fingers numbing to the sensation of deep arousal. A warm ache within his groin was driving him to incoherency, and he had to pull away before he came right in his pants.

Taking shallow breaths, almost on the verge of hyperventilating, Sirius motioned with a shaking hand to the door. "Take me, then. It better not be far. I think if I have to wait any longer, my cock will explode."

Remus chuckled softly. "Come on. Let me pay for the drinks, then we'll be on our way."

Nodding, he was unable to speak as he watched Remus drop some money on the table.

XXX

"Christ, I thought you said you lived close!" Sirius moaned, his head spinning uncontrollably as blood rushed through his veins, his breathing coming out as pants.

Remus was driving like a maniac, swerving around different cars and making sudden turns. His knuckles were white as he clutched the wheel, his arms unable to hide their excessive quivering. He bit his lip as they entered an apartment parking lot. Switching off the engine, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his head hanging low.

"Which apartment do you live in?" Sirius asked, opening the car door with a loud bang.

They were racing across the lot in no time, hands clasped tightly together. The strange coolness of the air was thrilling against Sirius' sweaty brow and neck, and it only served to excite him more. He watched silently as Remus unlocked his white front door and kicked it closed once they were both inside.

"Come here," Remus mumbled, pushing him against the door and trapping Sirius' head between his arms. He leaned in and pressed his warm lips against Sirius', his tongue like fiery sin as it asked for entrance into Sirius' mouth.

Sirius moaned loudly, meeting Remus' tongue with his own. Sighing, Remus wrapped his tongue around Sirius', pulling it into his mouth as he allowed Sirius to take control of the kiss. He made

a wonderful mewling sound as Sirius traced the smooth palate of his mouth. Sirius ran his hands under Remus' shirt, pulling it over the man's head and tossing it onto the floor. He paused for a moment to admire the bare chest in front of him.

"You are lovely," he murmured, lowering his head to kiss and lick his way to Remus' nipples. Remus clutched tightly at his shoulders as he took one into his mouth, biting down softly until a deep groan issued from Remus' parted lips. "Just. . . lovely."

Panting, Remus said hoarsely, "Stop your babbling. I need to get you into bed right this moment." He grabbed Sirius' hand and pulled him down the hallway to an opened bedroom. It was a cramped little room – with a bed and a small nightstand. Sirius couldn't help but stare blatantly down at the numerous pill bottles lying around the lamp.

"What are these for?" Sirius asked, his voice barely a whisper.

"I have Lupus," Remus said, watching Sirius intently.

Sirius blinked at him. "No you don't."

"Why do you say that?" Remus asked, wrapping his arms around Sirius' neck and kissing the soft skin behind his ear.

"Because," Sirius said, biting his lip so he wouldn't moan, "it's too ironic. I mean, your name and everything."

Remus chuckled into his shoulder. "I've gotten teased for it, yeah."

"Let's stop talking about it." Sirius turned around to face Remus. He pushed the man backwards until the back of Remus' knees hit the bed, and they both toppled over within each other's arms. Laughing, Sirius pushed himself to his knees and unbuttoned Remus' jeans, making quick work of the pants and throwing them to the floor.

He sighed softly as he stared down at Remus' cotton-covered erection. His palm rubbed gently against his own arousal as he leaned forward and licked a straight line down Remus' stomach to the waistband of his underwear. Remus yelped loudly and arched off the bed, as Sirius ghosted his mouth over Remus' cock. He allowed himself to suck the head into his mouth, tasting salty pre-come through the cotton.

"Fuck," Remus panted, his cheeks flushed a vibrant red. He threw his head back, banging loudly into the headboard of his bed.

"Shh," Sirius said, raising himself up so he could look at Remus, "you live in a fucking apartment. Your neighbors can hear us."

Remus made an indistinct noise, his eyes glazed over as he pulled Sirius up by his forearms. "I never asked," he panted, "what is your – preference in bed?"

Smirking, Sirius said, "You mean, if I liked to fuck or be fucked?"

Nodding, Remus twisted his eyes closed and moaned. "Say fuck again, come on."

Smoothing his hand down Remus' chest, he said, "I don't care who is on top – but since we are already in this position."

"Say it," Remus whimpered, "please."

"I'll fuck you, Remus," Sirius began. He paused to kiss the man's navel. "Only if you promise to return the favor."

"You are a damn tease," Remus said angrily. "Get on with it!"

"Right," he responded, finally sliding Remus' underwear off and throwing it to the ground. Without hesitation he took Remus into his mouth and sucked – hard. Remus yelped loudly again, but this time he smacked his hand over his mouth, trying to silence himself.

Sirius snorted as he took the erection further into his mouth, increasing the pressure of his tongue against the underside. He relaxed his throat and sucked Remus' cock to the root, his nose brushing against a nestle of brown hair. He inhaled the musky scent.

"God, Sirius," Remus breathed, his head moving restlessly side to side. "I have – in drawer, hurry up, please!"

Leaning on his elbow, Sirius stretched his arm to reach for the nightstand. He accidentally knocked a few bottles over in his urgency.

"Leave it," Remus whispered as he spread his legs in a wanton fashion, readying himself for Sirius' preparations. Sirius knelt between his legs and opened the jar of Vaseline, smearing the clear substance onto his two fingers.

Remus sucked in a quick breath as he began to rub the two fingers against his opening. Gritting his teeth, Sirius realized he had yet to take off any of his clothing. He slid off the bed and in a few moments he was naked and back to his previous position.

"I thought – you were – going to fuck me with your – clothes on," Remus said, laughing breathlessly. His laughter suddenly turned into a moan as Sirius pushed a finger into him. "Fuck – fuck," he said, his voice cracking with desire. "Please, Sirius, please."

Swallowing thickly, Sirius began to move his finger carefully, thrusting in and out until Remus had grown accustomed to the intrusion. He added another finger, then another and soon Remus was writhing on the bed, mumbling incoherently.

"Ready?" Sirius asked, tearing a condom wrapper open with his teeth and fitting it tightly on his

erection. Remus nodded as he pulled his legs up, hugging them to his body. Taking a deep breath, Sirius directed his cock to Remus' entrance with his hand, rubbing the tip of it against the hole until the muscles began to relax. He thrust slowly, inch by blissful inch, his cock soon fully sheath inside Remus.

He heard Remus' hoarse breathing and looked up to meet the other man's eyes. Remus wrapped his legs around Sirius' waist, pulling him close so that Sirius lay on top of him. "Fuck me – hard," he whispered into Sirius' ear. A low moan escaped his lips, and he bit down hard on his bottom lip as he began to thrust earnestly into Remus' welcoming body.

"So, good," Remus said, his voice loud and he threw his head back once more, his eyes rolling back into his head. Sirius leaned forward and kissed him softly, his thrusts becoming erratic. The night's sexual build up would serve to end him quickly.

Remus snaked a hand around his own erection, his strokes lightening fast. His thighs began to tremble violently, his mouth gaping open as he came, splattering warm semen between them. This spurred Sirius on, and he took hold of Remus' hips, thrusting over and over again until he was coming too, bright flashes of light erupting behind his closed eyelids.

Collapsing with exhaustion, he hugged Remus close, not caring about the sticky mess between them. He felt a warm hand thread through his hair, sliding down to caress the back of his sweaty neck. After a long moment of silence, Sirius whispered, "I think I would've gone insane if you hadn't moved here."

Remus sighed. "Me, too. Do you think we should make our relationship known?"

Nodding against his chest, Sirius said, "Yeah – especially our students."

He was too drowsy to respond to Remus' low chuckle.

Author’s Notes: Thanks so much for reading my fic! I wrote this one for the R/S games over at Livejournal. I don’t expect to continue this short story, but look out for my second submission to the games.