Remus Lupin had always hated parties.

Scratch that. Remus Lupin had always hated people. And he particularly disliked being crammed into a small room with a bunch of rambunctious, tipsy ones.

They were all sweaty and shooting him weird looks. He was used to the suspicious glares, but that didn't mean he enjoyed getting one every three seconds.

And that was why he found himself seperated from his three best friends, leaning against a wall with a mug of butterbeer in his hands, watching two girls attempting to skate while standing on two books each. He snorted as one fell, hitting her head on the couch.

He chuckled as the half-drunk teens with bottles of firewhiskey in hand jumped on the couch.

Euphemia and Fleamont Potter were out of town for work, and James "It's not a bad idea, Remus, it'll be great" Potter had had the brilliant idea to throw a party at his rather large house.

In Euphemia's words, they were "financially comfortable." In Remus' words, they were bloody rich.

This meant there was more for the teenagers to ruin, more rooms for them to stumble their way into and snog the living daylights out of each other in.

It also meant Remus had a harder time finding the other marauders.

He had just been straightening his tall frame out to top his glass off, when those three idiots he called friends came strutting down the stairs.

James held an empty firewhiskey bottle loosely in his left hand, his hair more tousled than usual and a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. "Oi, everyone!" he yelled, expecting immediate silence and getting quite the opposite.

Remus snorted yet again at James' shock. Sirius Black, who's hair rested on his shoulders in soft black waves, slapped James on the back and cleared his throat before hollering, "Shut your damn mouths!"

James, looking appalled, started to object-"Why'd you listen to him and not me!? I'm the bloody quidditch captain! Best chaser yet!"-but was interrupted by Peter pushing him forward.

"Ah, right, as I was saying." He fixed his glasses and held the bottle up. "We're playing seven minutes in heaven!"

He was greeted by loud cheers of approval. A few people set themselves to picking up empty bottles and chip bags as the rest formed the rough outline of a circle on the ground.

James shot a wink at Lily Evans, who promptly rolled her eyes as she sat down and James made a point of sitting
across from her.

Remus, however, made to sit on the couch, a safe distance away from Marlene McKinnon and Dorcas Meadowes, who were passionately making out at the other end of the sofa.

This action did not go unnoticed by Sirius Black, who quickly went over to Remus, a confidence in his step. "C'mon, Moony, you've got to play!"

Remus rolled his eyes and leaned back in his seat. "No. What girl would want to kiss Scarface anyway, huh?"

Sirius tensed and set his jaw for a moment before his smirk quickly returned. "Who said you'd be snogging a girl?" he said jokingly, throwing in a wink.

Remus couldn't help the light red tinging the tips of his ears. He let out a good-natured groan as he downed the rest of his butterbeer and moved to sit next to Lily Evans, his fellow prefect and a girl he'd found himself quite close to over the years.

Lily was talking to Alice, who kept throwing blushy glances at Frank Longbottom. Remus smirked knowingly-he'd once been stuck in a room with Alice and Frank, and she'd practically exploded-as Sirius took a seat next to James, throwing another wink Remus' way.

Once everyone was settled in a somewhat circular shape on the ground, James set the bottle in the center and spun it.

The giggles started up soon after, everyone somewhat nervous but laughing. Remus, though he knew he didn't necessarily have to do anything, found his stomach was in knots. The bottle was spinning for what felt like forever. When it finally stopped it was pointing at Remus and...

Sirius. Sirius fucking Black.

There were a couple of joking "ooh's." Sirius was a notorious womanizer. Famously straight. He held his friend's hands and thought nothing of it, but no, he wasn't gay. He made sure everyone knew it too.

"Alright you two, in the closet you go," James said, getting up and dragging Sirius with him. Remus followed Sirius into a broom closet, and he was sure he could've heard the black-haired boy mutter about "having always been in it."

Remus shut the door behind them and turned around to face Sirius. The air was musty and he could hear both of them letting out little puffs of air.

"So, they aren't expecting us to do anything, w-we could just--" He was interrupted by Sirius suddenly pressing their lips together.

Remus gasped a bit and quickly leaned down, kissing back. He was awkwardly tall at six foot one and sixteen years old, Sirius only being five foot nine.

Sirius' arms wrapped themselves around Remus neck, pulling him closer as his back slammed against the wall. Remus' hands splayed against the wall, supporting himself slightly as he kissed Sirius more roughly.

As both of them got more comfortable and less awkward, Sirius' hands made their way down Remus' back until they reached his arse, the one he'd always loved to stare at. Remus moved one hand into Sirius' hair as he pressed their bodies flush against each other, one hand still against the wall and holding their weight.

Sirius clumsily wrapped his legs around Remus' waist and tugged him closer with them, his hands finding their way under Remus' cable knit sweater, running over his surprisingly fit torso. Sirius smirked into Remus' lips as he felt the beginnings of a six pack on the werewolf's stomach and the toned muscles on his back.

A faint blush tinted Remus' freckled, scarred face as he kissed down to Sirius' neck. He sucked and nipped the skin lightly, getting a bit rougher as Sirius' soft moans boosted his confidence. A dark hickey soon marred the animgaus' milky skin.

Remus kissed his way back up to Sirius' mouth, the boy opening his mouth to allow the werewolf's tongue.

One of Sirius' hands felt its way back to Remus' arse, the other still rubbing over his torso. Remus had just slipped his tongue in, and Sirius was lifting his sweater-

"Ti-holy shit!" James' voice rang in Remus' red tipped ears. Limbs were clumsily retracted, clothes fixed.

Peter let out a loud laugh and yelled, "Called it! I told you Prongs!" Ten galleons were slipped into the smaller boy's hand without a word.

The hickey on Sirius Black's neck that surely had not been there before his seven minutes in heaven with Remus Lupin was, apparently, more noticeable than either of them had thought, and as Remus fixed his sweater, he threw a wink at the group of girls glaring jealously at him. A small smirk tugged at his lips. For once in his life, something he did had a bit of confidence as he sat on the couch and pulled Sirius Black into his lap.

No words were spoken, but Sirius Black was never called a womanizer again.