Title: Chasing Love

Disclaimer: Artwork is Sweet's Beast by BTRumple ( btrumple. deviantart art/ Sweet-s-Beast- 319003823)

Rating: M

Warnings: None (Cuteness?)

Chapter One: Closed Mouths and Touching Tongues

'Please, you need to let me through to the plane. You've been in love, haven't you? If I don't tell her now, I'll lose her forever!'

Sirius leaned on the edge of his seat, his eyes widening and fists tightening around the armrests. The anticipation was nearly overwhelming. He sincerely hoped Ben would make it. It would be horrible for both of them if he didn't; Jane was about to make a horrible mistake by marrying Keith. Horrible, horrible mistake.

'Jane!'

'Ben! What are you doing here?'

'Jane, I've been such an idiot. I couldn't see what was in front of me the entire time: I'm in love with you, Jane. Everything about you! I love the way your eyes crinkle when you smile; the way your hair flops down to cover your eyes; the way you always hold my hands when you're cold; I love the way your perfume smells and the way you're somehow always there when I feel like utter shite. You complete me, Jane. I know that this is probably going to mess up our friendship and make things horribly awkward between us if things don't work out, but I can't not love you. I can't stop. I can't live without you, so I'm asking you to spend the rest of your life with me. Marry me, Jane.'

'Yes. Oh, Ben, yes, yes, yes!'

Sirius resisted the urge to clap, along with all the other passengers on the plane.

'This is bloody ridiculous,' James groaned, from the seat next to him.

Sirius ignored him, feeling his throat constricting a little as he watched Ben go down on one knee. Jane's eyes were already filling with tears and Sirius, along with many other (largely female) audiences smiled and broke into a rather long 'aww'.

'Are you fucking crying, Padfoot?' James asked incredulously, pushing up against his seat to look at Sirius. 'Merlin's pants, you're bleeding crying, aren't you?'

'Am not!' He retorted sharply, flinging popcorn at James's face. 'Just got a little bit of salt in my eyes, that's all. Bloody stings, doesn't it? They shouldn't put so much of it in their popcorn.'

James snorted. 'You are disgraceful, Padfoot. Almost as disgraceful as this ridiculous excuse for a movie. I cannot believe I used the last of my muggle money to watch this, rather than that other one we saw outside. The posters with the giant lizard or something….could've been a dragon, too. One can never tell with these muggles.'

'It was your brilliant idea to start with,' Sirius replied sourly, sipping the last of his drink. Sirius wished Remus was here with him instead. Remus wouldn't call Sirius 'disgraceful'. He would have held Sirius's hand through the movie, sneaking kisses in the dark when nobody was looking. Remus would have 'aww-ed' along with him and offered Sirius his shoulder to wipe his slightly watery eyes during the climax. With Remus, it would have been a date.

'I only wanted to watch it because Lily's been raving about it since October,' James complained, getting up. 'I figured it would give me a conversation starter, not a bloody headache. I mean, honestly, what…'

Date. Sirius quite honestly wanted a date with Remus. They had never been on one because they'd never needed to. Sirius's relationship with Remus had been unconventional to start off with; gradual to the point that Sirius didn't remember a time when they hadn't been together. They'd simply drifted closer and closer to each other with every passing year. It had started off with innocent hand holding in First Year, small pecks of the cheeks and lingering goodnights as neither of them wanted to go to their separate beds. And somehow, those pecks on the cheeks got more adventurous; moved closer and closer to the mouth until both of them were pressing awkward chapped lips together without any idea of what came next. Sirius still remembered the awkward few months they spent, trying to learn how to kiss, mouths opening tentatively and tongues making the briefest of touches. Remus had been Sirius's first and only kiss.

'Lily is beautiful, isn't she? I mean, did you see how gorgeous her hair looked the other day. I invited her for Christmas dinner, as usual, but she turned me down. Such a shame really; because mum's a red head, too. They would have…'

Nowadays, they were going a little farther than kissing. Well, snogging perhaps would be the right word to describe the way Remus pushed against him, his hands always moving underneath Sirius's shirt and even sometimes drifting down to the bulge in his pants. Sirius would push him down sometimes, when things seemed to be moving too slow and he felt desperately on the edge. Push him down and bite into his neck, nibbling and pushing the collar of Remus's school shirt as far as he could without having to open it.

'And then Lily did this adorable flip that she does with her middle finger. It was…'

It didn't help that they hid their relationship from most people; not James and Peter, of course. Even without having to say anything, they knew. They would have to be blind not to. But for the rest of Hogwarts, Sirius would always have to keep a calculated distance from Remus. Sometimes he would slip, and James would have to kick Sirius in the shins to remind him to "keep his eyes to himself and stop undressing Moony in the middle of Potions class'. Sometimes, Sirius wanted to hug Remus so much, it hurt, so he would shoot Remus a slightly fraught look. Remus would always smile then, slipping his hand into Sirius's under the table and squeezing his fingers gently.

'Do you think if I sang to her from the dormitory window, she would agree to go out with me? Padfoot? Paaaddfoot!'

At age fifteen, Sirius could rightfully say that he had found his one true love.

'Padfoot, Moony is seeing another bloke.'

'What?' Sirius screamed, his red face cooling only when he noticed James laughing. 'That wasn't funny, Prongs. You almost gave me a heart attack there. I was just about ready to take out my wand and hex someone into oblivion.'

"You're underage.' James retorted, sticking his tongue out. 'Besides, we're here. Moony's good with shortcuts, isn't he; his directions led us straight to his place without much of a walk,' He sighed, surveying the area carefully and then turning to Sirius. 'Though I never thought Moony would live in such a deserted place; but makes sense. Neighbours aren't such a bright idea when you've got a furry little problem, I suppose.'

'Hm,' Sirius replied distractedly. 'It was nice of him to invite us for dinner. Do you think we should hae brought them something; you know, good first impression with his parents and all.' The house was a lot like Sirius imagined it to be – small and earthy in a way that was very quaint. Even the roads leading to the house were underdeveloped and uneven; just wide enough for a car to perhaps pass through. The white picket fence around their house stretched all the way to the border of the woods, creating an alternate reality between the tangle of trees and the neatly kept garden of pinks, purples, and blues. A small stone pathway lead to the front door and Sirius found himself hopping from each flat circular stone to the other in an odd sort of skip. He ignored James's eye roll, unable to control the giddiness he suddenly felt inside from the thought of being able to see Remus again, after four whole days. Cheerily, he plucked a handful of flowers from the bushes and rang the doorbell.

It was opened by a tall, thin man, with bright blond hair and the bluest eyes Sirius had ever seen. He looked nothing like Remus and for a second, Sirius was sure they had walked to the wrong house, until the man broke into a smile and spoke, 'You must be James and Sirius. Remus talks about you all the time. Come on in.' He moved aside to let them through. 'I'm Remus's father, William Lupin. Why don't you take a seat and I'll have Remus come down. Oh-er…thank you.' He smiled feebly, as Sirius handed him flowers that were clearly from his own garden. Dirt shook off them to the floor and Sirius tried not to cringe when James stepped on it, leaving muddy trails at his wake.

So much for a first good impression.

They had barely sat themselves down, when they heard loud footsteps running down the stairs and Remus appeared at the doorway, very much out of breath and grinning ear to ear. 'Hello!' He called out happily, rushing to hug both Sirius and James, though Sirius's hug did last slightly longer. 'You've met Pops, I guess. He told me you brought flowers.'

Sirius blushed, shuffling closer to Remus as he sat down on the couch. He felt a little tongue tied now, which seemed like a ridiculous thing to happen because he practically lived with Remus everyday of his life. Yet, now, being in Remus's house and having to meet his parents, Sirius suddenly felt very nervous. He wanted to be liked. He really, really wanted Remus to be proud of him and introduce him as his boyfriend. He also very much wanted Remus to sit on his lap and wished James would just bugger off.

'Your dad looks nothing like you.'

Remus laughed. 'Of course he doesn't. Though people say that I take after him more; personality wise, I mean.'

James was just about to ask what that meant when another head popped into the living room. A face that looked exactly like Remus's, except older and slightly greyer. The same pale skin, light brown hair and amber eyes, and even the same crooked smile. It took a bit of blinking for Sirius to snap out of his stupor and he noticed that James was similarly surprised, though he recovered much more quickly. Sirius wondered if perhaps this man was Remus's uncle; it would certainly explain the similarities.

'Hello, lads, I'm John: Remus's dad. Dinner will be ready in a few so make your selves comfortable, alright?' He grinned one last time at the boy's feeble hellos, shooting a knowing wink towards Sirius before leaving just as quickly as he'd arrived.

Sirius felt that the word "surprised" at this point would be a serious understatement.

'So, er, where's your mum, Moony?' James coughed uncomfortably. It was a lame attempt at an obvious question. 'Haven't met her yet.'

It did explain a lot about Remus. Like how he never seemed to have clean socks or anyone to sow on his buttons for him. Remus also had atrocious eating habits and had a tendency to think that all foods were edible as long as they weren't growing mould; even the kind that had been on the floor for a week. It also explained why Remus would so willingly kill off his mother whenever he had to give excuses for the Full Moon, back in their First Year.

'Don't have one,' Remus replied cheerily, slinging his arm around Sirius's shoulders as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. It was. 'Pops said he last saw her in a Petri dish. Dad might have seen more of her though; can't tell really.'

'Goodnight, Remus,' John kissed Remus on the forehead, laughing when Remus swatted him away with an indignant "Dad!" 'What, embarrassed by your old man now?'

Remus blushed brightly, digging his face into his pillow and glancing surreptitiously towards a laughing Sirius. James had gone back home after dinner, but Sirius, after a lot of pleading and begging to both James and Remus's parents, had been allowed to stay for the night. Sirius couldn't deny that he was excited and oddly nervous, though he wasn't sure why; perhaps because he'd never been alone in a room with Remus before.

'You sure you don't want Mr. Snuffles to join you tonight?' John teased again, picking up a small stuffed black dog that Sirius had given Remus for Christmas in their second year. Learning that Remus slept with it at night sent off pleasant tingles down Sirius's spine and he hid his face in his own pillow to hide the shy smile that was slowly creeping up his face.

'John, don't tease Remus in front of Sirius. You're embarrassing him,' William scolded from the door, though he had a smile on his face and a mischievous glint in his eyes that looked oddly similar to Remus's. 'But I'm warning the two of you: separate beds. Am I understood?'

'Yes,' Remus grumbled from under his blankets. He shot Sirius, whose bed had been transfigured from a table, an apologetic look. 'We'll be good.'

'Good,' William smiled, pulling Sirius's blankets up to his chin and ruffling his hair, before moving on to Remus's bed. 'Because otherwise your dad and I will be forced to give you that talk all over again. The one about the bees and the bees, and what happens when their stingers-'

'Enough!' Remus shouted, putting horrified hands over his ears. 'Goodnight to the both of you!'

William laughed and Sirius finally understood why people thought Remus was more like him. They had the same laugh and the same penchant for mischief behind a faux exterior. 'Alright, goodnight, chap,' William kissed Remus on the forehead, easily dodging Remus's embarrassed swipe. 'Goodnight, Sirius.' Sirius received his own kiss on the forehead and suddenly found himself blushing furiously when he realised Remus probably also used the same shampoo and aftershave as William did.

The door shut quietly and for a while, the two of them silently listened to Remus's parents' fading conversation.

'You ruin all the fun, Willie. We could have teased him a little more. Would have been…'

'Whoa! What're you doing?' Sirius suddenly cried, when he felt Remus slip underneath his covers. 'Your dad told us strictly to-mfff.' Sirius struggled under Remus's hands covering his mouth. Remus pushed his body closer to Sirius's, squeezing more comfortably in the small bed. His feet were cold as they brushed against Sirius's and Sirius could distinctly feel Remus's skin where his shirt had ridden up and was pressing comfortably against his side. 'You're not supposed to be here!' Sirius whispered, when Remus finally freed his mouth. 'Your parents might kill me! I don't want them to think I've stolen their son's virtue or something. Go back!'

'Shh, just relax!' Remus assured, stroking Sirius's hair in a way that, had Sirius been in canine form, his leg would have been spinning out of control. 'I'll go back in the morning, I promise. We won't do anything. I just want to be with you for a while.'

Sirius smiled, burying his nose into Remus's neck and encouraging Remus's fingers to move to the back of his head. 'Your parents are nice,' he murmured softly, taking in the scent of chocolate and shampoo. 'It's nice of William to change his name; kind of romantic actually.' Sirius didn't want to sound too sappy, so he didn't mention the fact that he wanted to end up just like Remus's parents in the future. He wanted them to be together forever. Sirius wanted Remus to tell him that he loved him.

'It hasn't really got anything to do with romance,' Remus said in between chuckles. 'Pops' last name is Ryder.' At Sirius's confused expression, Remus elaborated, 'People call him Willie for short.'

It took a while for Sirius to process everything. Before both he and Remus burst out into laughter, trying to quiet each other down to uncontrollable giggles so as not to wake up Remus's parents. 'A bit literal, isn't it?' Sirius commented, before bursting out again. He wrapped his arms around Remus's waist, rolling them around, so that Remus sat on top of him. 'Hey, sexy,' he winked in what he hoped was a seductive manner.

Remus laughed, wriggling around to get comfortable and making Sirius distinctly uncomfortable around his trousers. It was odd, how despite being the tallest of the Marauders, Remus was also the lightest. His weight felt barely there on Sirius's hips. 'What did you do today? Prongs told me you cried at the cinema.'

'I didn't cry!' Sirius stuttered, blushing bright red under Remus's carefree laughter. 'There was salt in my eye and…and…stop laughing!' When Remus didn't stop, he growled and flipped them over again, so that he had Remus pinned between him and the bed, arms at his side. 'I wasn't crying. But, but, I did miss you a little. If you were there, we could have been like the others in the cinema. On a date, I mean…'

Remus smiled softly, leaning up to kiss Sirius on the nose. 'Really?'

Sirius kissed Remus's nose back. 'Yeah. We could go sometime…on a date, I mean. Just the two of us…alone…in a together kind of way…'

Remus placed a chaste kiss of Sirius's lips. 'I'd like that very much.'

'Brilliant,' Sirius grinned, trying to return the favour but getting caught up in the taste of Remus's lips. Their kiss deepened as Remus opened his mouth easily under Sirius's, his tongue against Sirius'; brushing against the roof of his mouth before retreating and letting Sirius take control of the kiss. Remus's hands were already pulling at Sirius's shirt, his hands moving higher and higher up Sirius's back. There was desperation in those hands as they pushed for more skin and Sirius reluctantly broke away from the kiss to take the next step in their relationship. 'Should I take it off?' He asked hesitantly, wondering if it was going too fast; hoping to Gods Remus wasn't going to say no.

Remus swallowed and nodded quickly, eyes watching Sirius hungrily as he took off his shirt and then quickly getting rid of his own. Suddenly, Sirius felt a whole new world open up for him. Everything that had felt off limits seemed within reach, and he wasted no time to divulge in the opportunity, his hands and lips moving from Adam's apple to collar bone to bony, bony shoulders and then finally Remus's nipples. A twist of tongue and a brush of fingers had Remus writhing and moaning underneath him, Sirius's name pouring out of his lips. Remus's nipples, Sirius realised, were a wondrous thing and so he sucked harder until the flesh seemed red and abused.

'Padfoot,' Remus whispered hoarsely. 'Padfoot, kiss me.'

Sirius obliged, but only after a tentative lick and bite at Remus's navel. A small part of his mind reminded him that they weren't supposed to be doing this; that they had promised Remus's parents to stay in separate beds. Yet, the minute Remus had thrust his tongue into Sirius's mouth and begun to rock their bodies together, he forgot all about promises and restrictions. We should have done this sooner, Sirius thought as their bare chests rubbed together. They had never gone this far before and suddenly Sirius wondered why, when it felt this fucking brilliant. When Remus's naked skin collided with his so sinfully, angles and sharp bones digging painfully into Sirius's body. One of Remus's hands that had been groping Sirius's arse wandered, sliding up Sirius's back and then to his front. It was when Remus's hands slipped under his pyjama bottoms that Sirius stiffened, their kiss breaking.

'Is it okay?' Remus asked nervously, his eyes glazed from lust.

Already Remus's hand was moving away and Sirius suddenly found himself catching it and pushing it down to his cock. The minute Remus's hand touched him; Sirius knew he wasn't going to last long. He'd done this by himself a million times before, mostly after heavy snog sessions with Remus, but nothing had come to close to what he was feeling now. Remus's tentative hands got bolder as they moved over Sirius's erection, thumb brushing over the head and squeezing with just the right amount of pressure and friction. Through tightly shut eyes, Sirius scrabbled to get his hands under Remus's bottoms to return the favour.

'Fuck,' Remus cried out, as Sirius's cool hands closed around his erection. 'Fuck, fuck fuck…Sirius.'

And just like that, from the sound of his own name, Sirius came harder than ever, his toes curling and teeth burying themselves into Remus's shoulder. His arms held Remus tightly, relishing at the shudders that wracked though his body because of him. Because Sirius had touched him. They panted against each other, Remus breath hot and shaky against Sirius's neck, his hands clutching Sirius's back like a lifeline. Right then, Sirius wanted to say it: those three words that had been on the tip of his tongue for months now. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.

But more than anything, he wanted Remus to say it first.

I really love you.

Dedication: To rosebelikov26 who pointed out that all fanfiction seem to enjoy making Remus suffer. I have aspired to change that and can proudly say that no Remuses have been or will be hurt in the making of this story. Also a shout out to Adora Sacra, because she had me listening to Passenger Seat while writing this chapter. Hope you guys like my latest work!

A/N: Yes, I'm actually writing two stories at the same time, the other one being Between Dreams and Reality. The genres are very different though. This one is a lot let intense and just a fun story about what it's like to be in a relationship. Kind of funny and sort of real at the same time. Remus having two dads: well, it suddenly came to me as a sort of "why not?" He never said he had a mum, right? Hope everyone enjoys it. Do let me know if I should continue. Cheers and lots of love!