Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling doesn't break her promises to us, I do, shamefully. So of course these characters belong to the much more reliable author.

A/N: Sorry, so sorry that I didn't get you guys the chapters I promised you last week. Hopefully you'll find it in your hearts to forgive me, and if you can't I shall bribe you with Chapters 24-30.

Chapter 24

April 1978

"What's your plan for when we graduate Pads," I asked one April night while the four of us were sitting around talking, and ssh, don't tell anyone, but smoking a joint of gillyweed. Yes, we were eighteen year old boys in the middle of the 70s, we fucked and we got fucked up. They would come to say, "If you remember the 70s you were doing something wrong."
"Oh, I have the perfect plan," Sirius said as he reached for the joint. I passed it to him and waited for him to continue. "I'm going to mooch off of this sexy quidditch player I know." Remus and Peter laughed, and my eyebrows shot up to my hair line.

"Damn well better be talking about me," I warned. "And, I don't think so. You're getting a job."

"No, you have the good job, and you come home to me, and I reward you handsomely for bringing me home goodies everyday." He argued as he passed the joint to Remus. At first Remus had always eyed them warily before passing them onto Peter. That had been in fourth year. Then he had eyed them warily and took a quick drag before passing them to Peter. That had been fifth year. Then he had eyed them warily and took longer drags before passing them to Peter. That had been sixth year. Now, he didn't eye them and he took long drags before grudgingly passing them to Peter.

"What about you Worm," I asked, not wanting to get into the handsome rewards I would be getting in front of the innocent ears. "Any plans?"

"Yeah, dad wants me to help him out in the shop for a little while, and then we'll see from there." He answered as he finished passing the joint around the circle. I took a long drag and handed it back to Sirius. "What about you Moony, what are your plans?" Peter asked for me.

"He's going to stay at home, and allow us to bring home lots of goodies, and reward us handsomely for them." I answered for Remus, who looked up at that as he took the joint from Sirius. I wasn't backing down from my stance.

"Great," Remus growled, "we're back to this then." He took a longer drag then necessary from the joint before passing it to Peter.

"No listen," I said taking the joint from Peter and passing it straight on to Sirius. Sirius smiled thankfully to me, and watched as I stood up. "I'm not making you be a housewife, or whatever shit you think you want to call it. I'm being completely selfish here. I know what's going to happen, you're going to try and get a job, and maybe you do, maybe you don't. They find out what you are, and you get fired, and you get hurt. You come home, hurt, and it rips me to shreds. I don't want to see you like that, I don't even want to take the chance." I said, softening my words by brushing his hair behind his ear and cupping his cheek. He brought the joint up to his lips between us, and made a show of sucking on it. I laughed as I went back to where I had been sitting.

"Don't you have any faith in me?" He asked. I stood up again and walked to the window, the joint had just been finished anyway.

"It's not that I don't have faith in you," I answered as I rested my shoulder against the window sill. "I don't have any faith in them. You could do whatever you wanted, you're the smartest, kindest, most talented person I know. They won't give you have a chance when they find out what you are. I hate that Moony, I want you to have the world. They won't let you." We had all stripped ourselves of our shirts before we started passing the joint around, and he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He kissed my shoulder before resting his chin on my shoulder. "I don't want to watch you get hurt."

"I'm used to it, kind of my life." He said before I felt a pair of hands lock on my waist, knowing Sirius had joined us.

"I think Prongs is trying to say, it shouldn't have to be." Sirius replied. I felt his breathe dance across my ear, and knew that his chin was resting on Remus' shoulder so that both of their heads were on my same side.

"Three jobs Moony, if I let you try three different jobs, will you stop and let me take care of you?" I negotiated. I felt Remus breathe deeply against me. He didn't want to agree, but at the same time he knew how badly the idea of him getting hurt would kill me.

"Fine," he finally agreed and we sat for a moment in silence the three of us staring at the sky. I knew I was staring at the half moon, willing it to stay like that. Remus was probably staring at it as well, more likely calculating how many days were left until the full. Sirius was looking for his name sake, but it was still a little too early for that one to be out. "But I'm the only one that gets to stay at home and reward you two handsomely for bringing me home goodies." He said, and both of our heads snapped to Sirius. Sirius rolled his eyes, and let us go, walking back to where we all had been sitting in the first place.

"What happened to you being an auror?" I asked as I followed him. His bark of a laugh echoed through our room, but it was dark. Almost as though I had said something about his family.

"Please, you see people from the DMLE when they hear my last name." Sirius pointed out. "Bradshaw, Moody, none of them would willingly get a cup o' tea with me, let alone give me a job."

"They can't keep you out just because of your name." Remus explained. "That would be illegal, I do illegal everyday, I know illegal." Sirius laughed, stood up, and pulled something out of his desk draw. Walking back to us, he handed it to me and Remus, I read over Remus shoulder.

Dear Mr. Black,

Though your qualifications for the auror program are in top shape, I regretfully have to inform you that we cannot accept your application at this time. It has come to our understanding that there is a case in which you are involved in another branch of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. New recruits are not allowed to be under investigation when they join our program. We would be honored if you were to reapply as soon as this matter has been cleared up.

Respectfully,

A.G. Flit

"Damnit," I growled as I slammed my fist into my bedpost. I think Peter squeaked, but he composed himself too quickly for me to notice. I pulled my hand back, and as it started to throb, Remus grabbed it and began to rub it. I breathed as his touch alone made it stop hurting. "Bradshaw said that if I get married the case drops. I could ask Lily to marry me." Remus pressed his thumb into where the pain was the worst, and I ripped my hand away from him. "Ow," I said as I turned back to look at him. His face was stony.

"I'm not sure if I should laugh, or hit him." Sirius said as he gave me his best, "are you stupid," look. "Really, you think being an auror is more important to me than being with you. Are you daft?"

"Alright, okay," I sighed and consented my defeat. That wasn't happening. "What about, healer. You liked the sound of that, Healer Black?"

"No," he shook his head at the idea. "I don't have good enough potion grades. Can't do that." I nodded, and both Remus and I tried to think about other things our lover could do for a career. "But," he said after a little while, snapping us out of our thoughts. "Now, I haven't heard anything back, but I'm still pretty confident I'll get it. I applied for an internship with The Weekly Rag Journal." He said with a smile crossed between shy and smug. Something I would swear only Sirius Black could pull off.

"That's a creative writing magazine." I said with a proud smile. If he could get paid for doing what he loved, just like I was going to be doing, that would be awesome.

"Yep, I had to give them a sample of my poetry and a short story. Chose some of my best stuff I think, well not my best stuff," he said with a wink and we laughed. Yes, he was going to apply for an internship using Ray, Sam, and Jim. "Still, I loved that poem, and I'm pretty confident in the story too. Remus are you okay?" He asked, and we all turned to look at our werewolf. He looked like he was a rocket about to explode. Peter hopped out of his chair and started running towards the door.

"Run for your lives," he called, "he's going to squeal like a girl!" He didn't squeal, but he did jump up and down, once, twice, before leaping his self at Sirius and tumbling them to the ground.

"That," he said as he kissed Sirius' forehead, "is," he kissed Sirius' cheek, "totally," he kissed Sirius' other cheek, "awesome." he said missing Sirius' lips, and getting his chin.

"Obviously it wasn't too awesome, or I'd have gotten a proper kiss." Sirius grumbled as he looked at me. Remus didn't make him wait long, before he grabbed Sirius' face in his hands and started kissing him hungrily. By the time Remus finally backed away, Sirius was dazed. I took my chance to get down next to them, and keep that look on Sirius' face by dancing my tongue into his open mouth.

A few days later Sirius and Remus were sitting across from me, our feet touching under the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. Lily was sitting beside me, one of my arms slung over her shoulder as I ate breakfast. Sirius and I were discussing the pros and cons of a certain move I had wanted the beaters to practice for the last match. When the owls came flocking to deliver the mail. I hadn't received anything for months. Sure I still had most of my family, the death eaters and Tom, I thought it best to call him that in my father's memory, had attacked only wanting my parents and me. Still I hadn't received anything since I had lost them, and that was because my true family was now sitting across from me. Remus never received anything either, but an owl landed in front of Sirius.

Looking at it questioningly, he removed the envelope from the owl's talon, and read who it was from. His face broke out again in that shy but smug smile that brought a proud one to my face every time I saw it. He opened it, and read the letter quickly. The shy left his smile, and he jumped up as he "whooped."

"So you got it then?" I asked once he had quieted down. He grinned at me, almost more happy then I had ever seen him. Almost, there were a few times Remus and I had made him just if not more happy. As he grinned he nodded at me eagerly.

"Got what?" Lily asked, as Remus hugged him tightly.

"I'm so proud of you," Remus said as he let Sirius go. I knew he wanted to show Sirius just how proud he was by kissing him like he had done the night Sirius had told us about his internship. Instead he substituted with messing up his hair in a brotherly fashion.

"Again, got what?" Lily asked.

"An internship with the Weekly Rag Journal." I answered for him proudly.

"The creative writing magazine?" Lily asked, all three of us nodded. "Congratulations, Sirius that's wonderful."

"How'd you know?" Sirius asked as he playfully glared at me.

"Sirius, I spend a good few hours with her everyday." I reminded him. "Do you think all we do is snog and shag?" Sirius actually acted as though he had to think about his answer, before shaking his head. "She knows, but she's keeping your secret."

"What's this?" Remus asked as he lifted a paper that had fallen from the envelope. "Oh, they sent you back your poem. Let's see now." Remus cleared his throat before reading...

Is This It

a poem

by

Sirius Black

The Barb, artist of words, not me

Tell you how I feel, don't understand

Hold you at night, not in the day

Words over used, I can say

Best friend, lover, world, everything

Meaning, are they even enough

The Barb, shaper of syllables, not me

Show you what you mean, not sure

Share your dreams, not your wold

Things weren't taught, need to hear

What's mine is yours, give you the world

I have nothing, am I enough

Tell you what I mean

Show you how I feel

Joke to hear you laugh

Change to see you smile

Happiness wrapped in you

Ask me I shall do

Is this it, those words I say

Every morning, Every night

You're perfect, you're flawed

Doesn't matter, you are mine

Is this it, Is this love?

We all sat in silence when Remus had finished the poem. Lily was smiling, and Remus and I were as well. Difference was that Lily was just smiling, reflecting on the words that my lover, my brilliant lover was able to shape into beautiful poetry. Remus and I were plotting the best escape out of the Great Hall without causing too much distraction, or just the right amount of distraction to be able to leave quickly. That was when I remembered the wonderful little object I always kept in my pocket. Maybe not for situations like this, but when the need arose, they were very useful.

"Plug your nose," I warned as I grabbed the object out of my pocket, quickly lit it, and tossed it towards the center of the Great Hall. As a loud pop was heard, followed by a dirty cloud spreading out around the Great Hall. Once the stench started to effect the other students, they began to cough. As they coughed Sirius, Remus, and I escaped. So I was the Head Boy, I couldn't care less at that moment. When things needed to be done, they needed to be done.

I knew I wouldn't be able to make it up to the seventh floor, let alone our bedroom. So when Remus pulled us into an alcove, I was very thankful to him. Remus attacked Sirius' lips first, so I went around them and attacked his neck. Remus' hands went for Sirius tie, and I pulled his robe off of him. Remus undid a button, I did the next. We continued working together until Sirius was naked before us. His body as bare to us as his heart was in his poem. Remus and I quickly shared a look before we continued to show our lover our appreciation for his words. Remus licked and sucked Sirius from the front, I licked and blew him from the back. Remus pleasuring his cock, and I his ass.

"Oh my God," Sirius shouted. Remus backed away long enough to cast a silencio charm on the tapestry, before returning to his work. "Ugh," I smiled as I trailed my tongue up the crevice of Sirius' ass. He had gotten his self trained to the point that we could blow him and he could still talk for most of it, but this way, double worship, left him incoherent. So as Remus and I pleasured him from both sides we reveled in the only sounds he was able to make being moans, groans, and whimpers. Not that we didn't love hearing him speak, because we most definitely did. We just loved knowing we could bring him to this level, where all he was able to do was make us hear how good it was. Not being able to tell us. Then he was telling us, as we brought him as far as he could go, and he screamed our names as he shot down Remus' throat.

It was just like that day when everything had changed. The last time I had heard him shout like that, and my name echoed in the cavern. This time the combined pleasure I got when I heard Sirius call for Remus mixed with him calling for me echoing over and over. Remus and I clutched at Sirius, not being able to do anything else as our names echoed from the cavern into our ears and shot to our cocks. We had learned nearly a year ago that listening to Sirius' voice was enough to make us come, and again it did just that to us. We both shouted for him as our mouths moved away from him, and we felt ourselves release.

"Am I really that good of a poet?" Sirius asked after we had leaned against the wall to regain ourselves for a while.

"Fuck yeah you are." I answered with a tired laugh.

"Don't go to sleep Prongs," Remus warned. "Remember what happened last time you went to sleep in an alcove."

"I remember," I sighed. I smiled when I thought about what had brought about that incident, more the similarities of that day and this. It had been something Sirius had written that gave me the need to do him as soon as I possible could, and as he came my name had echoed in an alcove. "So class?" I asked, really hoping they would rather skip and go have another round in our bed.

"Class," Remus answered not giving me any room to argue. Sirius and I grumbled, but followed diligently. And yes, we followed because we were still so horny that we needed to watch his ass while we walked. Neither of us cared that he barely had an ass, we knew it well enough to know where that little dimple was, and where that scar was. We could imagine it, and stare at it greedily. I just really hoped nobody else noticed me staring at it greedily, not that I would care. He would though.

A/N: So, I hate to toot my own horn, but that poem...mine. I actually was sitting in class trying to figure out what I wanted done with this chapter, having gotten to the poetry reading part, just not having a poem. I asked myself, "what is Sirius feeling at this moment?" Then I just...wrote. Had my mom read it, and another one I wrote in class, this one is much better. What did you all think?