Disclaimer: Nope, not J.K. Rowling, wish I was, not, been over this, darn.

A/N: So, how many of you are hating me? Oh that many, I hope this chapter makes up for some of it.

Chapter 32

January 1979

We were getting on his nerves, with each day that passed with us trying to watch his every movement. With us refusing to let him do the simple errands that he had enjoyed, because it made him feel like he was contributing. With each meal that we cooked, and each lunch we spent at home instead of with our friends from work. He enjoyed the latter for a while, until he saw how much time it cut into the things that he spent doing during the week. The thing that truly annoyed him though wasn't the things we refused to let him do, but instead the things we refused to do to him.

The Healers kept him for two days for observation before he was sent home. For the first week he took it easy, and we started getting into the habits that would eventually begin to drive him mad. The next week had been Christmas and the full moon, thankfully not on the same day. Christmas had been fun, and we spent it just the three of us enjoying each others company as we watched traditional classic movies while we messed around with our new presents. The full moon had ripped open his still healing wound.

I had asked the Healer why it hadn't finished healing after two weeks. His answer had been something about the fact it would have killed Remus if he had been anything less than what he truly was. So the night of the full moon, Padfoot and I had spent licking the wound when it bled, and listening to the pained wolf's whimpers. The next day we had to take him to St. Mungos to see if they could make it any better.

We had just finished dinner on the day that our habits finally drove him over the brink, and Sirius and I hurried out of our seats to collect the dishes. "Stop," Remus shouted, and we followed the order. "Sit down," he growled through clenched teeth, and again we did as he said. He cleaned off the table, and did the dishes as we sat. Sirius and I shared worried looks across the table wondering what he was going to do, and watched as he moved around the kitchen. The few times that I was able to glance at his face I noticed that he was trying to control his emotions. Eventually he came back and sat down between us.

He looked at me and then slowly turned his eyes to Sirius who was staring at the clean, for once, bandage taped to Remus' neck. "Sirius," Remus growled as his hand lifted to the bandange. "I am fine," he said as he pulled away the white gauze. "See," he indicated the finally healed mark that was now a imprint of a ring of teeth that had shifted in his skin. It would be one of the ones he tried to cover. "James," he said turning back to me, "I am not a little child that does not know how to care for itself, you do not have to watch my every move." I smiled guiltily at the statement, and we mumbled our apologies.

"That is," Remus said still looking at me, I looked back up at him and saw a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Unless you happen to like watching my every move."

"Oh I love watching you baby," I growled as I leaned on the table and stared at him with my dark look that was full of lust. "I just wouldn't want to hurt you," I continued.

"You won't," Remus assured. "Go to the bedroom, I'll be there in a moment." He ordered, and with excited glances at each other, Sirius and I raced to follow the command. We jumped onto the bed, and knelt near the edge so we had a better view of the door. We waited, and when a minute was nearly over we both began to pout as we kept our vigil. When two minutes were nearly up, I decided what one of my favorite sites in the world was. Remus Lupin, standing in the threshold of our bedroom, naked and hard, with ice cream, chocolate sauce, whip cream, and...we had cherries?

"Do I have to do everything," he asked as he walked to the bed with the supplies he had brought. "Get your kits off," he ordered with a laugh, and again we hurried to obey his commands, before the three of us climbed onto our bed. He pulled me to him for a long kiss that didn't last nearly as long as it should have. A moan I was making turned into a whimper when he broke away and pulled Sirius to him, which turned my sound back into a moan at the most erotic scene I knew. As he kissed Sirius, he directed our lover to lay down between us.

"What are you going to do to me?" Sirius asked, excitement underlining his wary question. Remus did not answer, only smiled almost evilly as his hand reached for the whipped cream. I watched him with my own amused look as he took the bottle and sprayed a dollop onto Sirius chest, before leaning down and licking it clean. He put the whipped cream back down, and grabbed the chocolate sauce next, and trailed his long tongue down from Sirius' chest to his belly button. I don't know who moaned louder out of us three as Remus cleaned the chocolate off of Sirius. Next came the cherry, that he placed right on Sirius' belly button.

"Get it," Remus challenged as he stared at me. I laughed and went to reach for it, knowing even as my hand neared the cherry that it would be slapped away. "Not like that, with your mouth, like I did." Remus said with a roll of his eyes. I smirked at him, but leaned down to get the cherry with my teeth. Before I plucked it off of Sirius' belly I twirled my tongue around it, and reveled in the soft whimper that he made. I moaned as I chewed the cherry, enjoying not only the candy flavor of maraschino cherries, but also the addition of the uniqueness that is my Padfoot. As he watched me get the cherry, Remus had dipped the spoon he had brought with him into the ice cream and was licking the spoon clean. He handed me the spoon when it was done, and then leaned down to suck on the tip of Sirius, who uttered a funny nose when he felt the warmth that usually was Remus' mouth was tinged with the cold of the ice cream. It was a funny sound, but still one that displayed his pleasure. "Did you like that?" Remus finally asked.

"Oh God," Sirius groaned. "Please use me as your ice cream bowl." Remus and I laughed at that, but were eager to do as he plead.

"You'll have to do it quick, or it'll melt all over the place." Remus explained. I raised a brow to question what he was talking about, and didn't have to wait long to figure it out. Remus drew a line from one of Sirius' nipples to the other with the whipped cream, and from the whipped cream to his belly button with the chocolate, and put the cherry back. "Tell me if this is too cold," Remus said to Sirius, as he scooped up a little bit of the ice cream and placed it just under Sirius' belly button. "Too cold," Remus asked as Sirius' hissed, Sirius shook his head. "It's banana splits, with a twist." Remus explained, "Now hurry, or you're cleaning the sheets." I laughed and raced to clean up the mess Remus had made on our lover's body, making sure to include a long lick up the vein on the underside of Sirius' cock in my trail.

Remus lined up the ingredients for our desert in front of me, and directed me to do the same for him as he had done for me. I didn't draw lines like he did, instead using the whipped cream to draw a "J" and the chocolate to draw an "R". They both had laughed when our chocoholic's initial had been used with the brown addictive. When everything was laid out, Remus raced to see if he could beat my time in how quickly I had cleaned Sirius up. I enjoyed watching my sandy-brown lover's head moving down my darker one's body, but I loved the sounds Sirius made as Remus and I drew him to that sweet oblivion even more. Remus asked Sirius after several rounds of our little game if he wanted us to continued, or if he'd rather one of us just suck him. At that time he had wanted to continue, but eventually I took pity on him and brought him to that place with nothing but my mouth.

I don't think any of us actually touched each other with our hands while we licked the sweet creams and sauce off of each other. Our hands were either on the bottles or containers holding our desired torture devices, or they had the task of keeping us supported as we moved down each others bodies. That was alright though, I found out as Sirius and Remus turned their attentions on me after Sirius' breathe had returned to him. The coldness of the frozen ice cream, which wasn't so frozen anymore, mixed with the heat of their tongues drove me insane, and I wondered if I should have taken mercy on Sirius. I knew that if they just continued doing what they were doing to me that they would have me coming for them. Sirius realized this as well, and made sure to keep going until they had me on the edge of my cliff. He only had to wrap his soft lips around me, and then I was raising my hips and shooting my load down his throat. As eagerly as he always did, he took every ounce I gave him, and probably would have taken more if there had been any.

Remus had directed our moves, maybe not the patterns that we drew for him to clean, but he made sure we were playing his game right. When I had regained my strength, Sirius and I threw each other a look, and while we were formulating a plan, Remus laid down for us. We smiled down at him wolfishly, and he gave us a quick warning growl to get started. He twitched more under our tongues then we believed we had twitched for him, and several times as he begged for us to make him come, I had to remind him that this was his idea. He whimpered at that, but would fall not into quiet, but soft moans as he waited for us to continue. I believed that we were being more diligent, to put it nicely, as we played with his body then he had been with ours. The whole time I kept thinking that payback was a bitch, and then he was sitting at that edge. To get him over it, Sirius and I both licked his sides before dragging our tongues across him and meeting together in a hungry kiss. He cussed, calling for us, as he bucked upward and we felt a sticky substance coat our necks. He settled for a second, and then moved to clean him off of us. The knowledge that it was his essence that he was licking off of us had was the final straw in making us hard for him again.

Remus laid back down, pulling Sirius to knell in between his legs, and grabbed his wand. He cast the charms onto him and Sirius, and in a second I was behind Sirius ready for the two of us to move together and show our lover how his dessert had gotten to us. We had been together enough times by now that we could easily slid into home quickly, but we loved taking it slow so we could feel every inch slipping in and out of the one below us. I loved being the bottom so that I could watch my beautiful pups bring me to a place that only they had the power to take me, a place that when I was with anyone else I had to imagine them to get to. I love when Remus was the bottom though, because Sirius and I were so much alike that it was almost magical in the way we could match each others pace perfectly.

As my head rolled forward after having fallen back during one of my spasms of pleasure I saw that the maraschino cherries, and the ice cream bucket were empty. The whipped cream though, and the chocolate sauce, I was not so sure off. When Sirius' and I's forward movement brought me close enough to the whipped cream I grabbed it, and tested it's fullness by spraying some into my mouth. I saw that my action had caused Remus eyes to go wide, and I brought Sirius' neck back so that I could pour some into his mouth. Remus grunted at the scene, and when we came back closer to him, I reached across the lover between us and sprayed some into his eager mouth. Sirius took the opportunity to grab the chocolate sauce, and before he poured any into his mouth, he offered it to Remus. Watching Remus' Adam's Apple bob as he swallowed his favorite substance made me need to pound into him faster.

We continued with these actions as our bodies found a quicker rhythm, but not so quick that we were done long before we were ready. Remus would growl or whimper for us to move faster every time one of us poured the concoction in our hands into each others mouths, and we would need to pick it up every time we saw the expression of delight when he was given the chocolate. I think this last one was because we needed to assure ourselves that the lover below us found our movements inside of him to be even more pleasurable than his addiction. Too soon though the last of our treats were gone, and Remus grabbed them out of our hands. Knowing our neat freak as we did, we thought he would lay them beside the ice cream bucket and cherries' jar. Instead what he did turned us on even more, because it was a sign of what we alone did to him. He took the bottles from us, and chucked them at the wall behind us so that they fell onto the carpet that he would grumble about having to clean the next day. That motion did it for us, and we vigorously pumped ourselves deeper into him as hard as we could. The new pace had us all calling out for each other in moments, and Sirius and I collapsed onto Remus' chest.

"Did you enjoy that," Remus growled into our ears as we regained ourselves upon his chest. I loved this part about Remus being the bottom the most, snuggling into Sirius' back as Remus' arms wrapped us together in the cocoon of his strength. For the past month we had been acting like he was a fragile victim of a vicious attack. Forgetting that we had fallen in love with someone that we worried about keeping safe, when in reality it was he that had the ability to protect us.

"I never want to leave this," I muttered into Sirius' shoulder, before kissing the skin there. Sirius let out a shaky breathe, that sounded more like a sob than a shutter. "I love you so much, and I never want to give you up." I said again, when I heard the sound again I knew it was my first instinct. "You're my world, and I will do what I must to protect you." Maybe this time I was being cruel, because I knew he was going to let out another breathe that would choke my heart with an ache.

"Sirius," Remus said as he cupped our lover's face, and turned it towards him. "Have I ever lied to you?" I saw Sirius shake his head in the negative. "If I told you I was thinking of a way that he can look married, and that we will still be together for always, would you believe me?" I felt everything in Sirius freeze as he thought of his answer, and felt him as he slowly nodded his answer. "I will, I promise you, and you," Remus added cupping my face and dragging it to look at him. "I promise that I will figure out a way that you will always be ours my Prongs, my Padfoot. I will not give you up."

I did not know how he would keep this promise to Padfoot, and that really was the only one I was concerned with him keeping his promise to. I knew I would have to settle for second best if Moony failed in this task, but at least I would still have Lily at the end. It was nothing compared to having my lovers, my husbands, my mates beside me during the day, lying in my arms at night, around me as we made love. It was not going to be enough, but I could learn how to live with it. It was Padfoot and Moony that I wondered what would happen to if Moony did fail to keep this one promise to Padfoot. I hated to think it, but I was not sure that Padfoot would have the strength in him to forgive Moony of forcing one of the two things he allowed himself to be selfish with away. I hoped that they could still have a good life together, even if I was not allowed to be a part of it.

A/N: This was one of my favorite chapters before it got deleted, hope you all liked the second try, even though I don't know if it was as good. Did it make up for some of the last chapters?