For the Musical Chairs Style Competition.

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Prompt - action: someone hides behind a couch

Sirius cursed himself for not planning this moment better. He was in fact hiding in Remus' living room, behind the couch, as Remus returned with his date.

A date.

Sirius thought he was working overtime, like he had the other nights, and Remus had been out on a date.

And there was no way out of his flat, and if either of them decided to watch TV, they would have to walk near Sirius, and there was chance that Sirius would be spotted.

So he had to crouch there and listen to the secret love of his life laugh at bad jokes, be utterly charming, and let out some little sighs. It was enough to make him sick.

His fingers were in his ears, but it wasn't enough. Casting a silencing spell around himself so he couldn't hear them would be heard by Remus, so he would have to endure it, and get James to obliviate him later.

"Yes," he heard Remus whimper. "Just take it off."

Sirius wanted to shout at them to stop. He wanted to get out from behind that couch and throw that man off Remus and beat the crap out of him for touching his Remus.

There were some small sighs, and each one made Sirius feel sick, but he couldn't move. He curled up, his knee's pulled to his chest, and his head resting on them. He wouldn't do anything. He'd wait for them to move to the bedroom and get the fuck out of there.

Unless they shagged on the couch. He would be trapped there to listen to it.

That would kill him.

He sat there, fingers in his ears, but couldn't distract from the t-shirt that fell behind the couch. If one of them came to retrieve the t-shirt, he'd be discovered, but he didn't know what to do. It was much too late to announce his presence.

"Fuck, Remus, just take my boxers off, I can't wait."

"Benjy, don't be so impatient, they'll come off."

Sirius clenched his fist. This was that arsehole, Benjy Fenwick. He was going to rip him apart with his bare hands next time he saw him.

The sighs started again, and Sirius took that to meaning that there was more kissing. How dare Benjy think he was good enough for Remus Lupin? Sirius felt his anger build up.

"Remus," Benjy sighed.


"What? Did you just call me..."

"No, I..."

"I think I should go, I mean, it's getting late," Benjy said, grabbing his things and leaving. Sirius was glad that it wasn't Benjy's top down the back of the couch.

A minute later, the front door closed, and Sirius heard a sigh. He stayed behind the couch.

"Sirius? Are you in here?"

Sirius sat frozen on the floor, and a minute later, he heard Remus walk around the couch.

"I'm sure you have a great explanation as to why you were hiding behind my couch, when I was about to shag someone on it?"

Sirius nodded. "How did you know I was here?"

"Your leather jacket is over the back of the armchair, and there are a couple of wineglasses on the table that I didn't leave there, then I took a deep breath and could almost taste your scent in the air, which meant you had to still be here."

Sirius stood up.

"Yeah, hey Remus, what's up," he said, trying to act like the events of the evening hadn't bothered him in the slightest.

"You should tell me. Clearly something on your mind, or you would have waited on the couch. Were you going to listen to me shag him?"

"I had my fingers in my ears," Sirius mumbled.

"Silencing charm?"

"You might have heard me and found out I was down here."

"And that's worse than hearing me have sex?"

"I don't think anything could be worse than hearing that," Sirius muttered.

"Oh, okay, well make sure to take your bag and jacket on your way out," Remus snapped, grabbing the wine glasses and walking to the kitchen. He was stopped by fingers wrapped around his arm, and he spun around, looking into Sirius' amazing grey eyes.

"I didn't mean it like that."

"Then how did you mean it? You're here for some reason, and you won't tell me why, and you were behind my couch when I was about to shag someone. You need to start explaining or I'll have to take my key from you."

"I didn't realise you were seeing someone, I panicked."

"Why would you panic? If we came in, saw you on the couch, I'd explain that you're one of my best mates. If you had a crisis, I'd have sent him away, my friends always come first."

"We do? Yeah, I know we do, it's just..."

"Just what?"

He looked at the glasses in his hand.

"Lets start this again. Just sit down how you were, and lets pretend that I've just walked in alone. Talk to me, act like you weren't about to hear me shag someone."

"Stop mentioning shagging Benjy," Sirius snapped.

"What? I shouldn't tell you that I was minutes away from seeing him naked?" Remus replied, feeling frustrated by the enigma that was Sirius Black. "It's the truth. Does it bother you?"

Sirius turned away, sinking on the couch.

"Sirius? Please tell me whats wrong," Remus asked, trying to calm down. "I want to help."

Sirius walked to his bag and pulled out the bottle of wine that he had bought on his way. He calmly poured two glasses, and Remus could notice the slight tremor in his hand.

"So, you and Benjy?" Sirius asked.

"This is about you. Whats wrong?" Remus replied, staring at the nervous wizard.

Sirius' hands covered his face.

"Are you dating him?" He found himself asking.

Remus nodded. "Well, sort of."

"I came here... to tell you something. To confess something, and I don't know if I can do it anymore."

"Why not?" Remus asked, hoping to get more answers.

"Because a few minutes ago you were about to shag him."

Remus looked confused.

"Remus, I came here to see you. I came here to tell you that I'm falling for someone. Not just any someone." He paused. He had only said these words once before, when telling James, who told him to go for it with Remus. "A man."

"You're gay?"

"No, I still like birds, but I've never been in love with any of them, but the guy I love, he's amazing."

"Love? You're in love?"

Sirius nodded.

"Right, so you're bisexual. You could have told me sooner, I would be happy to talk to you about gay relationships," Remus said. "What do you need to know?"

"I need to know how to tell him I love him without him rejecting me. I think I've felt this way for a long time, and it's just getting harder and harder to pretend I don't feel like this."

"Is there a chance he could feel the same?"

"I thought so at one point, but I'm suddenly sure that he doesn't," Sirius mumbled. "I don't think he's even available now."

"Are you certain that you're bi - have you kissed a bloke before?"

Sirius shook his head. "I don't want to kiss other blokes, I just want him. He's beautiful inside and out, he's amazing, funny, smart, sweet. He's perfect. I'd do anything for him. If someone shot a curse at him, I'd gladly step in front of it, to stop him getting hurt."

Remus felt a wave of jealousy shoot through him, but pushed it back down.

"So, tell him. Anyone would be glad to know that someone loved them that much," he said. "Why did you pretend that you don't feel anything? Maybe he feels the same way?"

"Because I didn't want to ruin the friendship I had with this guy," Sirius replied. "It's now at a point that even the thought of him with someone else is killing me, I wanted him to know, just in case there was even the slimmest chance."

"I'm sure you're worrying over nothing, you are Sirius Black after all," Remus said, with a small smile. "Just ask this guy out."

"What if he turns me down?"

"What man could resist the amazing Sirius Black?" Remus asked. "Anyone would be stupid to turn you down."

Sirius nodded, and before Remus knew what was happening, Sirius had shoved him down, and his lips were on Remus', moving softly.

'This is Sirius.' he told himself, over and over, forcing himself to not respond. Sirius was in love with another bloke, so Remus couldn't let himself enjoy this. If he did, then it'd hurt even more.

Suddenly Sirius pulled back, realising that Remus' lips weren't about to move with his.

"Shit, I knew I shouldn't have," he whispered, walking to his jacket, and snatching it up, as Remus stood up. "Stupid stupid, I'm sorry, I hope this hasn't ruined our friendship at the very least."

"No, it's fine," Remus said, shaking his head, trying to understand what was going on.

"I should have just kept all this to myself, I knew you wouldn't want me," he said, pulling open the door. As he pulled it closed behind him, he felt it being yanked open again.

"Wait, what?" Remus asked, confused by the last comment. Why would Sirius think that Remus wouldn't want him, when Remus wanted him more than anything?

"I need to go," Sirius mumbled, not wanting Remus to see his eyes getting wet. This had gone wrong. It was Remus' turn to grab Sirius and drag him inside.

"Sirius, talk to me," Remus begged. "I'm really confused. I need you to be clear and tell me what's going on. Tell me the truth, please."

"And say what? You said anyone would be happy to have me, and I thought maybe that meant you too, but you just made it clear that you're the exception to that rule. It was my own fault for thinking you could feel the same."

"Feel the same? You have feelings for me?" Remus pushed.

"Who did you think I was talking about, Remus," Sirius said. "I hid behind your couch, for fuck sake. I came here to tell you that I was in love with you, and instead I had to listen to you prepare to shag another man, and then you force it all out of me, and when I think maybe just maybe you could have even a small amount of attraction towards me, I make a fucking fool of myself. Are you happy now, you know everything. I just want to go home and ask James to obliviate this whole fucking disaster of a day out of my head."

"You said you were in love with someone, you were talking about me?"

Sirius nodded, his eyes on the floor.

"Then I think you need to stay, we need to sort this out."

Sirius stayed silent, and he slumped against the wall, as Remus walked away. He watched Remus pick up his phone and dial a number.

"Benjy, it's Remus."

Sirius' frown deepened. He hated Benjy.

"Yeah, I'm sorry but it's not working. It's over. We're through. I want to be with someone else, I'm sorry."

He turned off his phone and his eyes met Sirius' again.

"I thought you were just kissing me as a spur of the moment," Remus explained.

"No, I -" Sirius began, but Remus cut him off.

"I get that now, I just didn't understand at the time. Sirius, I've wanted you for years, but since you had only been with girls, I never thought I'd have a chance. I've been in love with you since I was fifteen."

"That's six years," Sirius said, in shock.

"Yeah, and it was my feelings for you that made me realise I was gay. I'd choose you over anyone."

He crossed the distance to Sirius.

"Now let's try that first kiss again," he decided, his lips meeting the pure-blood's lips, and his hands tangling themselves in the soft hair of Sirius Black.

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