Disclaimer: My name may start with a J but it is not J.K. Rowling so these characters can't belong to me, oh poo. Thankfully J.K allows me to play with her characters, and this is what I come up with for them.

A/N: Let me address some of the questions I've gotten today: First, spoiler alert: Remus = Bottom, and you might want that just so it is clear when you get there. Secondly, I had a comment about the beginning where it sounds like James might be marrying Lily, to that I say, I shall not spoil the story! Thirdly, I was asked about the mark that Remus' gave them, no it was just a hickey, a very intense hickey.

Chapter 5

December 1976

A few weeks more passed with quidditch practices, classes, studying for finals, snogging/shagging sessions, pranks, hanging out with Peter so he didn't feel too left out even though he didn't mind being left out, more snogging/shagging sessions, full moons, finals, did I mention snogging/shagging sessions? Finally we were on the train going home for Christmas. Sirius had gotten some money over the first term from an uncle he had never really known, and gotten himself a flat. Remus, whose parents hadn't treated him very well since he turned into a werewolf, never really abusive just not well, was moving in with Sirius over the holidays. I knew I had to spend at least this holiday with my Mum and Dad, but when the parents were away the children planned on playing.

Before we could do that though, we had to get off of the train, and before we could do that the train ride had to end. As it were, the train ride was barely into its first hour of a six hour long ride. The four of us, Peter, Remus, Sirius, and I were sitting in a compartment by ourselves. Sirius and Remus were currently playing a game of chess, which Sirius was loosing terribly at. The fact that I kept running my hand through his hair had nothing, nothing at all to do with this.

"I'm going to go take a walk," Peter said abruptly standing up. I was in the middle of a sentence about how I thought I could take out the Ravenclaw captain in our game in February. The three of us gave him a look that wondered why. "You three are doing that thing you do." He explained, only to have our confused expressions look at him more. "Where you guys look at each other, look at me, go back to what you're doing, look at each other, look at me, go back to what you're doing. It's the same thing you do when we are talking in the mornings, but you all just want me to leave so you can go shower together and do what you do in there. You know, the shower, that I use, to get clean." We all laughed, and thanked him for being such a good friend that he could read us so well. He nodded sharply and walked away.

"Good he's gone, now you can suck me," Sirius growled at Remus. Remus and I both laughed shaking our heads at our straight-forward part. I don't say half, because half implies two halves in order to make a whole. We had three parts that were needed to complete us.

"Who said I don't want you to suck me?" Remus asked with a raised brow.

"Oh I'm sure you want me to suck you, but I want you to suck me, so we'll be at a stand still until you give into me." Sirius said smiling sweetly.

"Oh I do think you are underestimating me my dear lover," Remus smiled back just as sweetly. "You see it is you that will be giving into me."

"No," Sirius said surely with a shake of his head. "You will be giving in to me."

"No, I am positive it is you that will be sucking me." Remus argued again. I groaned, all of this talk of them sucking each other, and they were missing out on an important member. Namely, mine.

"Stop it," I commanded, and they did. Oh, my good little whipping boys weren't they? "Remus I want you to suck me while I suck Sirius." I said, thinking that they would actually give in to this.

"But James," Remus asked with a sly grin. "I thought you liked it better when you gave us hand jobs and then had us come in your mouth?"

"I do," I agreed, and groaned when he kept with the talking. He was a good speaker sure, but there were other things he could do with his mouth that he was even better at. I stood up and held out my hand for him, he looked up at me questioningly, but took it. I pulled him up hard, spun him around and made him sit beside Sirius in the seat I had just vacated. With both of their attentions on me, I placed one of my hands on the back of the bench beside Sirius' head and the other beside Remus'. This move brought my face dangerously close to my two lovers.

"What is he going to do?" Sirius asked with wide anticipating eyes.

"I don't know," Remus answered back just as quietly as Sirius had asked his question. "But I am suddenly very, very hard."

"He's beautiful isn't he?" Sirius asked in awe of how close I was to them. I quirked my eyebrow.

"I like his glasses," Remus said, and my face distorted into a shocked and questioning expression. "They magnify his eyes, brings out the gold when he's horny." I laughed darkly.

"This is what you two are going to do." I growled. They shut up and listened for their orders excitedly. "You," I looked at Remus, "are going to suck him." I looked at Sirius, "You are going to suck him." I looked back at Remus.

"You want us to suck each other?" Remus asked in amazement of my order.

"Yes," I growled, pushing myself up and away from them.

"What are you going to do?" Sirius asked looking at me longingly, which made me smirk as I sat down comfortably on the other bench.

"I'm," I said popping open the button on my jeans. "going to wank and watch." I finished by dragging my zipper down.

"He wants us to be his own personal porn show." Sirius said with an excited smile.

"And what a good porn show you will make." I said as I pulled myself out of my pants.

"Well if we are to be a porn show," Sirius said turning to Remus, "we might as well be a good one."

"How do you propose to do that?" Remus asked, not knowing what our boy had planned.

"We should role-play no?" Sirius asked with a wide smile. God I loved that smile, it was his, "I have a plan, and I'll let you in on it, only after you agree to do whatever I say" smile.

"I have a feeling, I'm going to kind of regret this." Remus said, and I laughed. Both the wide smile on Sirius' face, and the timid answer from Remus, were standards for when we were about to do one of our pranks that would go down in history.

"James, what makes you horny?" Sirius asked sincerely. I did not give him a sincere answer.

"You two," well it was the truth, but it wasn't quiet what he was looking for. The looks they both gave me reminded me of this. "Well, there is this certain quidditch player, and this announcer that get me all hot and bothered." Remus was the announcer at the Hogwarts game, and again they gave me a dirty look. "What if I just said quidditch players? Would that work for you?" I was starting to wonder where I had made the mistake that had them asking silly questions instead of sucking each other. I should have just had one of them suck me while I did the other one.

"Yeah, that can work." Sirius said with a shrug. "Okay, this is what we are going to do...

It had been a long day for the sandy haired chaser. The coach had yelled at him until he did ten perfect double fake boogies. His partners had laughed when he failed at the seventh and had to start over, even though he had gotten farther then they had on their first few tries. The keeper actually took pity on his two partners and let them score on their third try, but made him do it all on his own. The seeker and one of the beaters had made fun of him as well until he achieved his goals. He didn't know why the hell he had signed with this team, he wasn't even a supporter.

As he sat in the locker room by his self he thought seriously of quitting quidditch all together. It had been something he had enjoyed while in school, but could one really make a career out of it? He had all of the marks necessary to become an auror. As he sat with only the towel wrapped around him he felt a hand stroke up his back, and start rubbing at his shoulders.

"I hate this team too," the voice of the beater that hadn't laughed at him said in his ear. "I was thinking of quitting as well. Then they signed you, and I stopped think about that."

"Why?" The younger player asked confused.

"Because I missed you." The dark haired beater sighed as he began to nibble on the ear of the chaser. "What was school like these last two years? Did you miss me as well? Miss how I would touch you after practice when all of the Gryffindors had gone off to the common room? Miss how I made you feel when the rain nearly drowned us that day the game got washed out? Or did you find someone that made you feel good again after I left?"

"I missed you," the chaser sighed rolling his head so the beater could have better access. "I tried finding another person, had a girl in my bed once even, they never worked. They weren't you." It was at that moment he remembered why he signed with that team, he needed to be closer to this person again.

"You've been on this team for two months, why haven't you spoken to me?" The beater asked, before biting into the shoulder of the chaser. As though he wanted to brand the younger boy so that the world knew he belonged to the beater.

"I didn't know if you still wanted me." The chaser answered with a sigh of the beater's name rolling from his lips. "You've been famous for two years now. You could have anyone in the world you wanted."

"I haven't been able to have the one person in the world I did want though have I?" The beater asked as he moved around the side of the chaser. It was then that the chaser noticed the beater was naked, with drops of water still rolling off him from his shower. The chaser looked up and locked eyes with the beater, licking his lips he shook his head. The look in his eyes was one of question, did the beater, after all this time, still want him? The beater leaned down and kissed away the question, of course he had, did.

The beater kept his lips on the chasers, as he leaned down and untied the towel, having it fall away from the chaser's body. He trailed his hand across the chaser's body, moving closer and closer to his ache. Wrapping his fingers around the part he had missed so much, he started to slowly pump his old lover. The chaser's lips fell away from the beater's as his head rolled back with the sound of the beater's name. The beater dropped to his knees in front of his old lover, ready to remake him his. He drew the chaser into his mouth and started to suck him to his completion. Just before he came, the beater stood back up, pushing the chaser to lie against the bench. The beater wiped his hand down his body, and used the water from his shower to ready the chaser to accept him.

The chaser remembered what to do, even though he had topped the few people that he had slept with since the beater had left him. He drew his own legs up to his chest, giving his lover, the only one he ever considered his lover, an easy advantage as he slowly slide in. He called to the heavens and paired it with his lover's name. His lover moved slowly, as they reveled in the feel of being together again. The chaser begged the beater for more, but the beater couldn't do it. He had to make this last, he had to remember what it felt like two years ago, had to compare that with now. Two years ago he had been the only one to touch the chaser, and now he had been touched by many, even if it had only been four others. Soon though he was moving faster and faster, needing to remind his lover, needing to remind his self, that this was it, this was the best they had ever had, this was more than just sex, even if those words had never been, and probably never would be said.

It wasn't long after they had started to move quicker and quicker together that they were crying out for each other. Clutching onto his lover, the chaser pulled him down to him hard as they fell off of their edge together. The chaser's head fell to the side, and the beater kissed his neck when his high had eased. Before every time the beater pulled away he would kiss the chaser's neck, but that was as close as the chaser ever got to knowing what he meant to the beater. "I missed you," the beater sighed into his ear, and the chaser swallowed and nodded. He had never let the beater see him long for more than what he was given, and this time would be no different. When the beater pulled away and turned to go get dressed again, that was when the chaser let the single tear fall from his eye. They beater called him his lover, but he wasn't really, he was just another adoring fan that the beater had at his disposal. Only this adoring fan really was in love with the beater...

"I didn't like the story you came up with Padfoot," I said as I pulled myself together and rushed to my other lovers side. Obviously Remus wasn't fond of the story Padfoot told either. "I would have liked it better if the beater wasn't an ass, and said I love you instead of I missed you."

"Yeah, that was really weird, I kinda got a little to into it." Remus agreed, as I rubbed my hand up and down his arm.

"Yeah," Sirius agreed too. "I love you," he said before pulling Remus into a soft, long kiss. "I love you, and no matter what deranged stories take place in my head, don't ever forget that okay. You're my world, you both are. That beater just left his lover, I would have seen you at least every holiday and Hogsmeade weekend, and sent you tickets to my games, and wrote you letters. I probably would have also warned you that the team were all assholes and not to sign with them."

"Okay, okay, okay." Remus said, after he was not in the mind set of the character he had played. "It was just a game, I know it didn't mean anything. Well okay, every time one of you is inside me it means something, it was a game, the feelings of the characters are not our feelings. It was make believe."

"Right, make believe, not real. This is real." Sirius said before kissing Remus again. "This is real," he said before kissing me.

"This is real," Remus and I both said before kissing each other. We might act like a lot of teenage boys and talk about sex, giving each other hand jobs, sucking each other, fucking each other like it didn't mean more then getting ourselves off, but it did. We called it fucking, but we knew that it was making love. We said it every morning since that day in the Shrieking Shack, we said it every night before we went to bed. We said it after every shower when we kissed each other before we entered the world where our relationship didn't exist and everyone else did. We said it when we found ourselves in alcoves behind tapestries after class. We sometimes passed notes with only that written on it. We even found times when we could pretend to be jokingly saying it. We loved each other.

So many times I wanted to tell Remus that I loved them and the world could go fuck their selves if they couldn't accept it. We still lived in a time where what we were feeling, what we were doing was considered illegal for people our age to feel, do. That didn't matter to us, we were the Marauders for God's sake, we couldn't give a flying fuck about the rules. We weren't hurting anyone anyways, the only other person that knew about us still saw us as brothers. It shouldn't have mattered to the world. Yet the world said only one boy and one girl could love each other. Well we said, one boy and one girl was love, one girl and one girl was love, one boy and one boy was love, and one boy, one boy, and one boy was love too. That worked for the others as well. Monogamous, polygamous, straight, gay, bisexual, transsexual, who gave a flying fuck, it wasn't hurting them it didn't matter. Now once it started hurting someone else, as in forcing it on someone else, then we had a problem, but if it wasn't, it was no one else business.

A/N: No, I'm not a gay rights supporter at all...Yeah right, I can't wait for the summer just so I can go to the parade. My sister is taking me to my first one! So excited and it's nearly a year away. Any other gay right supporters out there? How do you like my story? Remember 3 more and you all get the next chapter!