Prologue
The decision to kiss for the first time is the most crucial in any love story. It changes the relationship of two people much more strongly than even the final surrender; because this kiss already has within it that surrender.
Emil Ludwig
Remus ran through the halls, not caring that the sound of feet pounding on stone echoing around the empty corridor might draw the attention of other Prefects or teachers. He just needed to get as far away from his best friend as possible which was unusual because Sirius Black was normally someone people wanted be close to; he had a magnetic energy that drew people to him. He was an irresistible force.
That was the problem.
Remus Lupin was many things: son, friend, student, werewolf, Marauder… straight.
Or so he’d thought until tonight.
For tonight, Remus Lupin had kissed a boy…
And he’d liked it.
Sirius sat on the floor of the Common Room, leaning up against the couch as he stared moodily into the crackling fire. The room was empty, had been for a good couple of hours except for him and his best friend who had minutes earlier run out the door, leaving Sirius completely alone. He hated being alone - not like Remus who could spend hours lost in his own world of musty smelling books and anything sweet to eat. He needed company, needed attention, needed people around him to reassure him that he was needed, loved and Remus was the person who did that best.
That was the problem.
Sirius Black was many things: son, brother, friend, Animagus, Marauder …straight.
Or so he’d thought until tonight.
For tonight, Sirius Black had kissed a boy…
And he’d liked it.
