Disclaimer: Not J.K. Rowling, she has people to remind her what happens in each chapter, and I obviously don't.

A/N: I am so sorry if I confused anybody with my last request, about seeing if everyone understood the fantasy scene in chapter 6. You see, it was in chapter 5 that actually happened. If it didn't make sense, then I am sorry, I hope I set the next one up a lot better. Also I would like to thank those of you that have reviewed and told me that you like that this story isn't all about sex. This is a story, and it is going to be a long story, full of twists and turn, it's not all smut. If that excites you then good, lets go further on our adventure. If you think a threesome story shouldn't be like that, then there are lots of other good stories on this site, and the authors would love for you to visit them.

Chapter 10

March 1977

Remus could draw, he could draw really, really well. Sirius had a talent himself, one that he rarely told anyone about. Sirius looked like the most confident boy in the world, but that was only if no one knew about his dark secrets. He was a writer, not that that was a dark secret, but he would say the same thing about Remus and the furry little problem. No, he just didn't want people to know, because he feared that he sucked. He didn't, if Remus used lines, shapes, and colors to make the world, or at least our world, a more beautiful place, then Sirius' medium was words. I could listen to him telling stories that only he could come up with for hours and days if he'd let me, but that could also be from the fact that I could listen to his voice for hours or days.

Why, you might ask, if Sirius was such a great writer, or at least by my biased standards, was he not telling this story? He would give you a long list of reasons, but the truth was it is not his story to tell. No, it is mine, and I would gladly stall in Sixth Year for as long as I could. That was where my life should have stayed, the early March and before of Sixth Year. It couldn't have though, to stop time we had learned was impossible. To not grow older left you with only one other choice, and dying wasn't an acceptable one.

The reason I brought up Sirius' writing skills is explained as I tell the story of one day, in early March, while we sat in the middle of class. It was History of Magic, as it had to be. In potions, we would have spilled something on Sirius' work. In transfiguration, McGonagall expected to have our undivided attention, and kept a watch on us so that she got her way. Charms was too chaotic of a class in order for him to get a moment of quiet to write. History of Magic, he either slept, or on those days when his pen started making his hand itch, he'd scratch out whatever it said too. He always blamed his hand. In our next class, which was transfiguration, he handed his new piece to Remus and I, and kept his eyes glued to McGonagall. He hated this time, where he had just written something, and he had to wait to hear if it was good or not.

"Hurry up Jim," the sound of the sandy-brown haired man shouted to his bespectacled companion. They, or well he, had just finished climbing down the side of a mountain into a hole the men had found that would lead them into a cave. "It's just down here, I told you we couldn't be too far. The clues all pointed here, didn't I tell you that?"

"Yes, Ray, you told me that." Jim shouted back as he jumped from one boulder to the next as he tried to find the best place to enter the hole. Sure he hadn't believed him, why would the clues have lead to Scotland. The land of the dragon was Wales, at least if one went off of flags alone. None of the clues had really made any sense to Jim, but he was willing to follow Ray to where he said they should go. Ray had never led them astray before, he doubted this time would be any different.

Finally Jim was beside Ray, and after sharing a mischievous smirk together, the young men had crawled inside the dark opening. Jim was the first to feel something slither across his hand, and quickly pulled his wand out so that he could actually have some light. He almost fainted when he uttered lumos, the largest snake he had ever seen was slithering beside him. Alright, so he had never seen a snake that wasn't in the zoo before, but still, it was big. "I'm going to kill you Ray, you know, if we don't die in here first."

Ray turned around, looked at what had caused his friend to stop, and rolled his eyes. "Don't be such a baby Jim," He said in his rough accent. "It's a snake, don't bother it, and it won't bother you." He laughed before turning around again, and leading them farther into the narrow passage.

"I'll give you baby," Jim said and hurried to follow his friend. It was a long crawl, and the hands of the men were scraped and bloodied by the time they finally even began to see light. It was a shining golden light that had Jim chanting to his self, "don't go towards the light, don't towards the light." Ray looked at him, shook his head, and laughed at his friend's antics. The closer they got, the larger the light got, until finally the narrow tunnel opened into a wide archway that they could easily stand in, side-by-side

A large sculpture of a bearded warrior was carved out of gold standing behind an alter of some sort. Artifacts littered the alter, and were being examined by a dark-haired man in a white t-shirt and jeans. A golden cup was in the mans hand, and the light in the cavern reflected off one of the red rubies on the base of the goblet.

"Ah, damnit Samuel." Ray called as he stomped his foot in a very childish manner. Jim tried to suppress his laugh as his other friend turned around with the goblet still in his hand. "You found it first." Ray pouted.

"You had doubts of this Raymond," Samuel asked. "Don't you know by now, that I find all of the sweet spots?" The smirk and eyebrow raise that accompanied Samuel's question made it easy for the other two men to know what he was speaking off. Jim felt his cock twitch at the innuendo, and Ray's pout slipped away as he shook his head.

"No, I'm mad at you," Ray said as he started climbing down the wall and approaching the alter. Samuel came up behind him, placing the goblet on the alter, and his hands on Ray's waist. He rolled his hips against Ray's.

"I hadn't said anything yet." Samuel growled in Ray's ear, before tugging the lobe between his teeth. Not wishing to be left out of his favorite game, Jim hurried down to the alter as well. While he was on his way, Ray pushed Samuel's hands away from his waist. Jim took this as his opportunity to tug his traveling companion into his arms, Ray's back against his chest, and start sucking on his neck.

"Well," Ray said and paused as a moan pressed out of his lips. "Oh god, I'm not mad at you."

"Why? If you hadn't had to drag Mr. It's in Wales around, you might have actually found it before me." Samuel reminded him.

"True," Ray said, though it had come out as a gasp as Jim nibbled at a certain spot on his neck. "I should be mad at both of you." He said, but as Jim's hand slid from around his waist to cup the growing bulge in his pants, he knew he wasn't going to go through with the threat. Jim could careless about the sculpture of the Celt god behind him, or the gold goblets and other artifacts. He was not an architect. He was a famous quidditch player on vacation, and had gone with his lovers on an adventure. Sure this was their work, he didn't care. He had asked them to take the week off, they had, and then they had gotten the offer to find the Lost Cave of Belenus. It was either a week of doing nothing with a possible wank here or there, or an adventure. He'd gone for the adventure thinking he could get laid somewhere exciting. He knew that his two history fanatic friends would find the Lost Cave of Belenus an exciting place, but he doubted they'd actually let him fuck them in such a sacred place.

"Since he has you distracted, and we are both going to get paid no matter who found it or not." Samuel said as Jim squeezed a steady rhythmic beat against Ray's bulge. "Now can I kiss you?"

"If you don't, I'll be madder," Ray answered with a sigh. Slapping Jim's hand away from their lover, Samuel placed his hand against Ray, and as he rubbed him, drew him into a hungry kiss. Not to have his hands without anything to do, Jim turned its attentions to the growing bulge in Samuel's pants.

"Fuck, Jim" Samuel cried as he broke away from Ray's mouth for a moment. Jim laughed as he slipped the zipper down Samuel's pants, and Samuel followed the movement with Ray's. "I don't want your hand today Jim, I want your mouth."

"That's nice, but you know what they say?" Jim growled in Ray's ear, making his cock twitch more. "Want in one hand, shit in the other, see which one gets filled the fastest."

"I'm the one that won," Samuel reminded him. "I should get a reward."

"Yeah and I'm the one that was supposed to be on vacation." Jim argued. "Some vacation, I get drug through a dark hole with snakes, and get laid only twice in the span of a week."

"You still have three weeks left before your team starts practicing, we can fuck you every night from here on in if you want." Ray offered. "But you have to be a good boy and get on your knees so you can suck him if you want that." Jim gulped, thinking about the offer, before moving from his place behind Ray. "Good boy," Ray growled as Jim dropped to his knees in front of Samuel. Samuel maneuvered his cock out of his pants, and it stood out pointing at Jim's face. Jim licked his lips as he saw the cock he had always declared gorgeous practically begging to be placed in his mouth. "He likes your cock Sam." Ray said darkly.

"I know he does," Sam said as Jim finally took him in his mouth he shouted, "Ah fuck. Come here Ray," Sam ordered as Jim started to lick up the sides of his cock. Ray walked to where Sam had motioned, and Sam turned to pull Ray's cock out of his pants. "I'm going to pump you while he sucks me. You going to like that?"

"Ah, shit Sam," Ray sighed as Sam started to follow out with his threat. "Yeah, this way I get to watch him sucking you, look at him, he likes it so much, and get to feel your hand on my cock. Shit just like that Sam, do it again." Ray said as Sam started to imitate the motions made by Jim's mouth around Sam's cock. With one hand fisting Ray, Sam buried his other in Jim's hair.

"Ah, so good, so good." Sam said as his hips started to move against Jim's face. "So wet, he's so fucking wet."

"He's always wet, his mouth just waters at the idea of our cocks in his mouth. He's a dirty little liar, always acting likes he want those bitches hanging off of him at the games. We know the truth though, don't we Sam?"Ray growled. Jim loved it when they talked like this about him. He would never let anyone else know, but he loved worshiping his lovers. Loved being on his knees in front of one of them, showing how lucky he was that they wanted him.

"Yeah, we know the truth Ray." Sam answered as he slammed into Jim's mouth. "Doesn't want anyone like he wants us. You know what he really likes Ray?"

"Oh I know what he likes, I know what really gets him off." Ray answered, and Jim hummed against Sam, enjoying their conversation possibly more then they were.

"Yeah?" Sam sighed, Ray took it as a question, Jim took it as encouragement.

"Jim look at us." Ray ordered. Jim looked up under hooded eyes as he kept hollowing his cheeks against Sam. Ray grabbed Sam into a hungry kiss, lips clashing against lips. Teeth banging into teeth. Jim moaned at the image of his lovers standing like true gods amidst all of the gold, their tongues dueling in a dance he learned the steps too long ago. When Jim moaned, Sam jerked, and as he jerked his hand slid hard against Ray, who threw his head back in pleasure. Jim hadn't stopped watching them, and seeing that his motions caused Sam to react enough that Jim was in control of not just Sam, but them both, he began to try other things, that made Sam react strong enough that they effected Ray.

Seeing that each of the movements that felt the best were Sam's reactions from what Jim was doing to him, Ray put his hand in Jim's hair as well. Sam's hand lay next to his, and he could feel it, but he mostly felt Jim' under his hand. Knowing that it was Jim's motions that made Sam react in the way that made him feel best Ray began to chant, "Jim, Jim, Jim.

"Look at me baby," Ray ordered, and Jim's eyes flicked over to where Sam was stroking Ray. "God, do you see what he's doing to me, it feels so good. You like when he makes me feel good don't you." Sam jerked against him, and he knew Jim was moaning. "Oh shit yeah, do it again Jim, moan against him. He makes me feel so good when you moan. Yeah, fuck Jim, keep doing it please. I'll come so hard if you keep that up. Fuck yeah, Jim, god Sam your hand, it's so fucking amazing. I'll come all over your face at this angle Jim, then Sam will have to lick you all clean. Will you like that?" Another jerk, and Ray took that as a yes. "Yeah, I bet you would. Go on keep up your moans, I can already feel my balls tightening. It's gonna come so soon, so fast, so hard. You made it come like that Jim. All your fault."

Ray felt Sam's hand stop moving, and with the hand that had been in Jim's hair, Sam whipped Ray's face around to face him. "You better start chanting my name. It's my hand that's fucking you, not his mouth."

"Tell me I'm wrong," Ray growled. Seeing that Sam had stopped pleasuring their lover, Jim hummed, and reveled in the fact that Sam had to move his hand in the ecstasy.

"You're not wrong, but you better start remembering whose hand is pumping you." Sam answered when he could.

"Keep moaning on him Jim," Ray begged, and once Jim started, Sam had nothing else he could do but pump Ray.

"I could always just take my hand off you," Sam warned, trying to regain some of the control he had when this thing started.

"Try it," Ray said as he wrapped his fingers around Sam's wrist. Jim moaned, and Ray guided Sam's hand up and down him. "I'll chant your name, but as soon as you come for him, you're going to show him who was really in charge here. It might look like you, but we all know he has all the power." Sam agreed to this, and Ray started chanting, "Sam, Sam, Sam." Soon Ray was going through with his threat to come all over Jim's face, and Sam shot down his throat.

Once Sam was spent, Jim let him out, and he sunk to his knees. He pushed Jim back gently and found his cock with his mouth. He was lazy about it after the suck he had just gotten, but he knew Jim liked them like that. Jim could feel how Sam's bones had melted from having Jim's mouth around his cock. Because of the turn on of sucking Sam, and watching Sam stroke Ray to completion, not to mention that it was actually Ray that had licked his face clean, which was a whole new turn on, it didn't take long for Jim to come calling for them both.

"How did you like it?" Sirius asked shyly after class. This was one of the only times Sirius Black was ever shy. He had been taught that he didn't need approval from anyone as he was a Black, thus better then the rest of the world. But truly, how many people felt like they never needed the approval of others? He always looked at his shoes when he asked this, and didn't see my eyes flicking around the hall looking for the nearest tapestry.

"It was a very good study in the characters you wished to portray." Remus asked honestly. I rolled my head to look at him, danger in my eyes. "Shutting up," he said quickly.

"Thank God," I growled as my head rolled back to look at Sirius. In any other circumstance I would have upset him. The fact that I was so horny I couldn't think properly got me off the hook this time. "You want to know how I liked it?" I asked darkly as I lead Sirius to the nearest tapestry. He nodded his head eagerly. The smile I gave him was feral, and I put my hands on his shoulder, pushing him in the alcove roughly. He smiled as he tumbled backwards, and laughed when his head hit the stone floor hard. "Oh, I'm sorry love," I said as I knelt beside him.

"Silencio," I heard Remus mutter when he joined us. I ripped Sirius' pants down hard, and pouted a little when I saw he was not as much at attention as I would have liked.

"God, how can you not be completely hard when you knew what you were having us read?" I asked looking at him with longing and surprise. "No matter, I can work with this." I said before kissing up his thighs, and licking closer and closer to his ache. I heard Sirius sigh, and Remus hum in hunger. It wasn't long before Sirius was as hard as I needed him to be before I wrapped my lips around him just like my character had in his story, and started acting out what said character had done.

"Wait," Sirius asked as his hand fell into my hair. "Is he actually sucking me, not pumping me then catching it his mouth?" Remus must have nodded, because I didn't hear a positive answer. Sirius held my head in place, and I growled wanting to suck him. "Wait baby, I never get to be here quite enough," I didn't know they wanted me to do this more, these boys have got to learn to Speak the fuck UP! "Let me just, enjoy it." I knelt there, at least rolling my tongue up and down his sides, and tracing that line underneath him, as he enjoyed being in my mouth. It's not like they don't spend a lot of time there, they just are in the middle of their highs by the time I take them in that I guess they never really got to feel the full effect. Eventually he did let me move, and his hips bucked, once he started getting involved with it the most, he held my head still so he could fuck my face, and I let him, enjoying the feel myself.

Soon he was coming, shouting my name loud in the stone alcove. It had never happened before, and I had no idea why it did this time. It wasn't as though it was the loudest he had ever shouted for me, but it could have been the loudest he'd ever done so in an alcove. The vibrations of his shout echoed in the small cave in the castle, so that I heard for a minute or so my name coming from his mouth loudly even after he had fallen completely limp. That was enough to make me shoot my load as well, and I fell with my head on his stomach. Remus dropped down beside us.

"Well don't you two just look spent?" He asked with an eye roll. I nodded sheepishly, and he laughed. "Have to say hearing that echo nearly had me as well. It was your name, I assumed you'd jizzed yourself. Now what are you two planning on doing about this?" He asked with a smirk as he pointed at his tent. Sirius and I looked at each other with lazy smiles, and chuckles as we looked back down at his tent.

"Take your pants off, I can't help you." I said, and Remus did as we said. "Get back down here." He laid back down next to us. I placed my hand on the upper part of him, and Sirius put his hand below mine. Slowly, lazily we stroked him together, our hands parting and then meeting together again. "Your so beautiful." I said with a sleepy smile.

"Yes you are." Sirius agreed.

"God, you two." Remus sighed, not having anything else to add, and not needing to. He leaned over, our hands not moving from their place, and kissed Sirius and then myself. Eventually, slower then normal because Sirius and I didn't have the strength to pick up our pace, Remus came for us. Our hands still on him, Sirius' pants still at his knees where I had left them, me laying on Sirius, we fell asleep right there in the alcove.

A/N: So, every one knew which character was supposed to be which of our three guys? Not too confusing? What do you guys think of Sirius being a writer, too OC that I should quiet while I'm a head, or do you like that Remus has his thing, Sirius has his, and even James has his? 3 reviews = New Chapter