Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of its characters. They all belong to the wonderfully gifted J.K. Rowling. Because she is an awesome author, she lets us take them out of the toy box and play with them. This is one of the many things that makes her awesome, unlike some other authers cough Anne Rice cough. (Who also is a great writer, even if I can't bring myself to get through Interview With A Vampire)

A/N: Warning warning Warning you are about to read a story from a twisted mine. If you cannot accept boy on boy loving quiet reading this before you even start. Warning warning Warning you are about to read a story from a mind that's friends say, "saying your mind is firmly in the gutter, doesn't even begin to explain it." If you cannot deal with the twisted and disturbed, and I mean boy on boy is missing something twisted and disturbed, quiet reading this before you even start. Hope I haven't given to much away. And if you aren't going to heed my warnings, then please join me on this quest as we examine what love is. And also, please leave me little reminders, they make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Chapter 1

It wasn't supposed to happen, they were my friends, Lily was my life. I was supposed to be able to walk away when the day came. I wasn't supposed to wake up with them that morning, and I wasn't supposed to ask them to take me away with them. I wasn't supposed to see his tux hanging against the door and remember where I was supposed to be. I shouldn't have dragged them into hungry kisses when I saw that tux. I shouldn't have begged them to take me away. I shouldn't have asked them to make me forget her. I shouldn't be acting like it was that morning that I made that choose, I shouldn't have made the choice the first time I did. It hasn't ever been a choice I regretted. I didn't regret it that first night, and I didn't regret it that last morning.

I stretched out my legs in front of me, hanging my ankles on the coffee table. The fire was dancing, casting a glow around the dark red and gold decorated room. My hand went up to scratch my head through my messy black hair, it didn't matter how much I tried to keep it neat it refused to cooperate. Across from me, one of my best friends sat in the other arm chair. His back was pressed against one arm, his legs hanging off of the other side. A book rested in his hands, but his eyes were trained on the fire. He brushed his long but neat sandy-brown hair behind his ear, revealing the three scars that deformed his face. Laying on his side across the couch separating the two arm chairs, was our other best friend. One of his legs stretched out, while the other bent so his knee pointed upwards. He propped his arm up on his elbow, resting his head in his hand. His other arm folded against him, his forearm resting against the soft fabric of the couch.

"What are you reading this week Moony?" I asked. A part of me said that we should probably follow our fourth friend up to our dorm. He had left a couple of hours ago, as had the other students. It wasn't that we weren't tired, it was just that we didn't want to go to bed. I think a lot of sixteen-year-old boys have this problem.

"It's just this book I found in the back of the fiction section of the library." He said with a shrug. "I don't think the governors know it's even here. They probably would take it out, what with Malfoy's dad being the Head and everything. They're very conservative." He explained, still staring into the fire. My other friend laughed loudly at this.

"Moony, Malfoy isn't conservative, he is a fanatic. Pure-bloods this and that, he and my father would make great friends." He laughed. "Oh wait, they are...well I don't know if either of them know what the word friend means, but they are business partners." We laughed at our dark haired friend's comment.

"Why would the conservative fanatic want to take a book out of the library?" I asked turning back to the point of my conversation. "What is it about?" Moony turned so that his brown eyes locked with my hazel, glasses covered, eyes.

"It's about these two boys, that became friends, and fell in love, and had to deal with their differences while in school." He answers quickly, so that we wouldn't be able to comment until he was done. "I was just thinking about how similar their difference is to my furry little problem."

"You're cool, you're a werewolf." My other friend said before I could say anything. "You aren't gay."

"Are you saying that if I was gay I wouldn't be cool?" Moony asked, turning to look at him the best he could from his position. "Because what if I told you I actually was? What would you do Padfoot?"

"No," Padfoot said harshly as he sat up. "I wouldn't care if you were gay or not, and you'll always be Moony, always my best friend, always cool."

"Good," Moony growled as he looked back into the fire. Padfoot and I shared a look before turning back to stare at Moony. Padfoot had messed around with a lot of girls, he was the biggest player in the school. I had had a few girlfriends, but they all knew I would never stop chasing after my true love, Lily Evans. Even our friend that had gone up stairs a while ago had dated a few girls. Only Moony had never had a girlfriend. It would have made sense if he was gay. "Yeah, I am, problem?" Moony growled after having felt us watching him for a while. He didn't look at us while he said it.

"Why didn't you tell us?" I asked leaning forward, my legs dropping off of the table, and my arms resting on my knees.

"Yeah, we can accept you for being a dark creature, I think we can accept you for having a different taste." Padfoot said, also staring at Moony intently.

"If I had told you in a different setting," Moony said, swinging his legs off of the arm of his chair and sitting in much the same style I was. "What would have been your first question?"

"How do you know?" I answered with little thought in the matter. It was a question I wanted answered right now.

"I like someone, and that someone is a guy." He said with a roll of his eyes. "Well, someones." He amended, looking away from us. We shared a confused look. He was confident enough to admit that he had a crush on someone, that was a guy, but he couldn't tell us who.
"Well then, spit it out, who is it?" Padfoot ordered. Moony shook his head, and continued staring into the fire. "Moony, you have until the count of three to tell us who, well they are, or I'm going to tickle you." Padfoot threatened. "One," he held up his index finger. "Two," the middle followed. "Three," he didn't even get his ring finger up before he lunged towards our friend. As soon as Padfoot had Moony pinned, I got out of my chair and went to assist him.

"Come on Moony, out with it." I said as I pressed the spots on his sides I knew made him squirm. "Who are they? Tell us and we'll let you go." I offered, as he withered, begging for mercy.

"Ah," Padfoot yelled. "He's trying to use his super human strength, I won't be able to hold him Prongs. Tickle him more." Padfoot ordered, and I did. Increasing the torture, and causing Moony to beg more to be let go. "I think he's asking to be let go, Prongs. Do you think we should?" Padfoot asked, tossing me an evil smile.

"No," I growled. "Tell us Moony, come on, we promise to let you go."

"No, no, no." Moony cried, his head rolling to one side and then the other. "Please, stop Prongs. Please get off of me Padfoot." He begged until he forced his self to still, his eyes becoming large. I looked at Padfoot, who had also stilled and was wearing a similar expression on his face. I looked where their hips were connected and understanding dawned on me. "I'm sorry," Moony whispered, looking away from us.

I reached to drag his head back to face us, and as soon as he was looking at Padfoot, Padfoot leaned down and brushed his lips lightly against Moony's. Moony pushed him away, and looked at him with a look of pain on his face. He slapped my hands away from his sides, and tried to get away from Padfoot. As soon as his shock of being pushed away wore off, Padfoot pinned Moony down again. The werewolf's hands being held above his head.

"Why did you push me away?" Padfoot asked, a sound of hurt lacing his voice.

"This isn't one of your games." Moony said looking away. I moved so that I knelt above his hands, placed my hands on his face, and made him look at Padfoot. "This is my life." Moony cried, thrashing his head, or at least trying to, so he could look away from Padfoot.

"I can feel that it isn't a game, but," Padfoot said before he rolled his hips against Moony. "Does it feel like I want to play a game." Moony sucked in a breathe, his eyes growing wide again. "It's Prongs and I." Padfoot answered for Moony, I let his face go so that he could nod his agreement with the assumption. Padfoot turned to look at me, and I pushed him away from Moony, just enough that I could see the boy below us face.

Moony knew that it was my turn to lead, and so kept his eyes glued to my movements. I leaned down and gently kissed him upside down. At first I just pressed my lips gently to his, waiting until he pushed back. As soon as he was participating I slipped my tongue out and traced his top lips. He sighed and his mouth parted enough for me to slip my tongue into his mouth. I touched the tips of our tongues together, and lead his in a slow dance. When I pulled away I tugged his bottom lip between my teeth, and heard him moan.

"Padfoot, let me have one of his hands." I commanded, and Padfoot handed me one of his captures. I pressed Moony's long hand against the ache building in my pants.

"Does it feel like I'm kidding around, or joking?" I asked gruffly, pressing his hand against my ache a little harder. Padfoot took his other capture and held it against his own bulge. "Does it feel like we're kidding around?" I asked again. Moony shook his hand, and gave us both a nice squeeze. Padfoot groaned, and I called out Moony's true name, "Remus."

"What do you want from me?" Moony asked, trying to take his hands away from us. I held onto his wrist, not wanting him to lose the contact.

"Maybe it's what we want to do to you?" Padfoot asked. as he rolled his erection against Moony's. "Maybe we would like to make you feel good. Would you like that?" Moony nodded slowly, warily. I leaned back down to kiss him softly, wanting him to know that it was okay, that he was safe. I ran my hands through his hair, lifting his head to lay it in my lap.

Padfoot undid the button and zipper of Moony's school slacks, tugging them and his boxers to his knees. Scars ran up his legs that tugged at my heart when I saw them. Padfoot ran his tongue over the scars, making his way closer and closer to Moony. I kept running my hands through his hair, making sure that he was relaxed. Just before he took Moony into his mouth, I called to him.

"Padfoot, take it slow." I told him. "It's Moony, it isn't one of your bimbos." I reminded him, hoping he would realize that this was one of the people he cared about most in this world. Padfoot looked up and me and nodded. Knealing, Padfoot settled his self over Moony's legs and started to rub his hips slowly. Moony watched Padfoot entranced, and I watched Moony bewitched.

"Moony" Padfoot asked in a low voice. "How long have you wanted me?" He asked running his finger over a long scar.

"Um..." Moony gulped. I kissed him, passing him some courage. "Since we were thirteen." He answers. "I've liked you since we were thirteen."

"Did you start liking me then too," I ask, and he nods. "So, has it always been Pad and I then?" He nods again. "Even when you were making yourself come?" I ask darkly, running my hand from his hair down his neck, and back up. He nods with a shuttered breathe. Padfoot takes one of Moony's hands, licks his hand, wraps his hand around Moony, and Moony's hand around his. "Show him what he's done to you." I command Moony. "Show him how you like it." Moony gulps, and I watch his Adam's apple bob.

He started them off slow, with a few moans as they passed over his sensitive spots. Every once in a while he would turn their hands in a corkscrew motion. When the first drop appeared at his head Padfoot's thumb brushed against it, and Moony sucked in a sharp breath. Moony moaned, Padfoot said words of encouragement, and I continued my ministrations. Sometimes I would lean down and steal a kiss, especially when he moaned.

"Call out to him," I ordered. I wanted to hear him calling to Padfoot as they brought him closer to his edge.

"Sirius," he moaned, as they brushed their thumbs over the line on the underside of him. He whimpered, and called out again. "Sirius, Sirius, Padfoot, Sirius." I felt myself twitching. His brown eyes were shining in his pleasure. Their hands locked together rubbing him up and down made me want to take him in my mouth. Padfoot's gray eyes had turned black as he showed Moony how much he cared for him.

Padfoot and I had had sex with a number of the girls around the school. We were the most popular boys in the school. We couldn't go a week without someone petitioning us to take their virginity. None of them mattered to us half as much as the boy we were spurring to his climax did. We were sixteen year old boys, we didn't know what love was but, we knew we were closer to finding it together than we were separately.

"I want to hear you call to Prongs," Padfoot said as he flicked Moony's head with his thumb again.

"James," Moony sighed. "Sirius, James, Padfoot, Prongs." He chanted. I felt myself twitch as I listened to the boy in my lap pair my name with the boy bringing him to his high. Moony whimpered and started to buck against Padfoot's hand. Moony's own hands had moved to clutch at the carpet a while back. Padfoot used his other hand to rub Moony's sack, and brought more pleasured sounds to his throat. I felt myself growing tighter as those sounds paired with my name chanted at me to spill myself.

"What can we do to make it better for you baby?" I asked, hoping that I could pull back the need to come until after he did if I spoke. Moony whimpered, and looked at us, keeping with his chant he called to Padfoot and then to me.

"Kiss," he whimpered. I leaned back down and gave him a soft kiss. He shook his head, no. Padfoot leaned up, keeping his ministrations going, and placed a hungry kiss against Moony's lips. He shook his head when Padfoot allowed him to pull away. "Kiss," he said flicking his eyes between Padfoot and myself. With his hand still pumping Moony, my hands still digging through Moony's hair, Padfoot and I leaned up and kissed each other passionately. Our tongues fought for dominance. "Sirius, James," Moony screamed as he shot out, shooting us both in the necks. I pulled away and licked Moony's essence off of Padfoot's neck. Padfoot returned the favor, before leaning down to clean Moony up. Moony sighed hard when he finished coming off of his high.

I stood up, pulling Moony with me. Padfoot slipped Moony's pants back on him when he was standing. Before we started to walk away, Padfoot pulled me into a hungry kiss, both of our hands still attached to Moony's. Padfoot rolled his bulge in his pants against mine. Rolling and bucking against mine while we kissed eventually he lead us to find our highs as well. I shouted his name, he shouted mine, and we squeezed Moony's hands as we came against each other. Weakly we pulled Moony to us. Padfoot slammed his lips against Moony's, and I found a sweet spot on his neck to kiss and suck until my energy was regained.

When we got to our dorm, Padfoot stopped us from crawling into our beds. He flicked his wand at two of the beds close together, his and Moony's, and they sat side by side. With another flick of his wand he had merged the two beds into one large one. We all quickly got ready for bed, and when I started to make my way to my bed, Moony and Padfoot pulled me to the large bed. Padfoot put Moony in the middle of us, and we all snuggled in closely together for a long night of sleep. Padfoot and I curled into Moony's sides, our arms locking together on his stomach. Moony wrapped his arms around our shoulders and held us tightly to him. For a brief moment I was reminded of pictures where two hot babes wrapped their selves around a big, burly guy. Moony, Padfoot, and I curling together for a nice night of sleep was more than just that. I wasn't going to say that I was in love with them, not like I was in love with Lily, but it was still more. It wasn't just something primal and old, or something I was going to say I was born with. I still wanted Lily, I just wanted to show my best friends how I felt about them as well.

A/N: So maybe it isn't that twisted and disturbed. I personally think they are kinda cute together. Whay do you think? Twisted? Disturbed? Cute? You want them too? (You know what I mean.) Please, click that little button, just a little "hi Redneckwriter," will do. Thanks for reading.