It was storming, storming as it had been their first night at Hogwarts, four scared little boys seeking comfort as puppies often would, forming a pile of haphazard limbs and hair, just holding on to each other, forming their own rock amid the storm. Outside the thunder sang and lighting cried, clouds sobbed his name, Sirius As the storm painted the sky Black midnight struck, and Remus lay awake, eyes wide. Storms never scared him after that first night, whenever they did he'd crawl into bed with Sirius and let the soft sounds of the sleeping boy sooth him. Sometimes Sirius would stay up all night watching the moon, fascinated with the cycles that controlled his friend. Remus only liked the moon when her beams were caressing Sirius's face. His eyes were wildly confident, his hair a puppy shag that was much too long to be in fashion, or so all the girls told him. But those girls always ran back to him, crying of the broken heart James had given them. And Sirius would smile at them and comfort them and screw their new boyfriends senseless. He liked the irony, he told Remus one night, while waiting for the transformation to come. He liked to write, scrawling his thoughts across pages and pages of notebooks, spilling the words onto the paper like a god spilling stars onto the sky. Remus read the writing once, stole the book and sat up all night reading those thoughts, diving into the passionate mind of Sirius Black, into the boyishly cruel thoughts and startlingly erotic dreams. The latter had his heart racing, sending blood through his veins at dizzying speeds. Not because of the words, but because he had been the subject of such scenes, and the words so eloquently written made him feel beautiful as nothing else had. It had been storming that night too, and the thunder covered Sirius's gasp of surprise. Remus had crawled into bed with him, but this time he needed comfort of a different sort, and the slit in the curtains had allowed enough stormlight through that Sirius was bathed in silvered golds, frozen fire. The taste of his lips was maddening and addicting and he'd barely made it through the next day without it. A sudden weight against his chest had his eyes flicking open and his breathing quickening in fear, the eyes he met were those of a condemned man. A damned man, and a horrid memory. "Quiet, Remus." Sirius muttered softly, the hand covering the other man's mouth slipping down to caress the lips. "Just kiss me, as you did before this all. Just once and I'll be gone." Their lips met, again, a homecoming, sweet and wild as it always had been. But good to his word, that one kiss ended and Sirius was gone, leaving only a sweet taste on his lips. Remus opened his eyes and sat up, shaking off the remnants of the dream, because sweet as it was, it needed to be forgotten. A drop of rain on his hand had him looking at the window, left open and blowing in the storm. Which was strange, really, as he'd locked it before going to bed.