Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Author's Notes: I wrote this for the dogdaysofsummer 2009 on livejournal.

He was sitting on the floor, leaning against the fridge, sucking on barely sugar. Remus always had nothing to do all day. It wasn't by his choice; the Ministry made it awfully hard for a werewolf to get work, and Muggles didn't like an employee who'd got sick every month. He'd run out of things to do. A person can only read so many books and you can only wank so many times before you get carpal tunnel.

He must have dozed off, because he awoke with a start with the door creaked open. Sirius smiled at him, as he pulled off his work robes and tie. "Hey Moony." He settled down beside him. "Miss me?"

"Loads."

"Fancy a shag? I was a good boy today. No practical jokes or anything."

"Later, I'm starving. Want to order Chinese take-away? Oh, don't give me that look," Remus scolded when Sirius pouted, "You're still getting laid tonight."