Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns these characters, she just lets me pull them out of the toy box when I feel like it.

A/N: So, after many chapters of angst, I gave you a chapter that was a lot more playful. Did that last one make up for the ones before it?

Chapter 33

February 1979

"There's no way I'm doing that to them," Sirius and I heard a voice that we knew better than our own sometimes echo out of the headmaster's office at the Order of the Pheonix Headquarters. After our latest meeting, in which Sirius and I had received orders for yet another stake out of some forest, Dumbledore had asked to speak with Remus privately. Remus had thrown us a questioning glance, but we had shrugged as though to say we didn't know what he wanted. It was true, he hadn't spoken to us about anything concerning our lover. "How could you even ask me that?"

"You are the only one that can do this," We heard Dumbledore's voice answer as we pressed our ear against the door. "Only you can take on this responsibility. Do you not see the importance of it?"

"I see the importance Albus," We shared a shocked look at this. Dumbledore had told everyone many times to call him by his first name, but so many of us refused. It would feel strange for us to call our former headmaster by his proper name, as though we were now not only his students, but his equals. The fact that Remus had used it in this conversation made us wonder what was going on. We knew him better than anyone, maybe even himself, maybe not. We knew that the lower his voice got the more he had to fight to keep a hold of the wolf that rested inside of him.

"I would willingly do it as well, but I will not keep secrets from them. Secrets rip people apart, and I won't be ripped from them. Not to mention, this is not the best time for you to be asking something like this of me. I do not have a plan to keep my promise to Sirius, and I fear I may lose James." Sirius eyes widened as he looked at me, and I turned my head so that I didn't have to see the look of pain that marred his beautiful features. "I will not leave them until James has been forced away from us first."

"This cannot wait until October," Dumbledore's light voiced stated. After hearing him in meetings like this before, I was starting to figure out that this was his arguing voice. "Please Remus, I do not wish to remind you that you have an obligation to the Order, and to me." My jaw dropped as I heard this, and at Remus next words I knew his had as well.

"I'm sorry Professor," he said in such a calm, smooth voice one would have to truly know him to know he had just been hurt. Sirius knew it, and his look changed from one of hurt himself to one that begged to be at our lover's side. "I was not aware that it became a debt when a headmaster helped out a child in need. I wish I knew how to pay that back, but if what you are asking of me is the only way, I must stay in this debt for longer then. The debt I owe you can be paid off I'm sure, but it is not as costly as what you are asking me to give up in it's stead."

"Mr. Lupin, must I remind you that those things that you fear you would have to give up, you only received because of the debt you owe me." Dumbledore said coolly, but the words were too manipulative for my taste, and Sirius and I barged in. Remus was pacing the room, or had been until he stopped somewhere after Dumbledore's last comment, and Sirius and I throwing the door open. He looked at us in a way that wanted to reprimand us for eavesdropping, but also thank us for the same task. Dumbledore was sitting at the desk, his hands steepled in front of him.

"So sorry to interrupt," I apologized in a voice that had both of the men that were in the room first shaking their heads, Remus a lot more evident then Dumbledore. I wasn't sorry for interrupting, and they both knew it. "It just sounded like someone was saying that my lover had some kind of debt he had to pay, and that he had gotten me through that debt." I said nonchalantly, even as I pierced daggers into Dumbledore for daring to say such things.

"Yeah," Sirius continued as we both walked to stand beside our lover. "Sounded like whatever price that debt cost my lover wasn't fond of paying, but blackmail seemed to be the negotiator." Remus was grinning by the time we were standing beside him, all three of us turning to face the headmaster. Sirius on Remus' right, me on his left, and all of us with our arms crossed as we towered over the old man. There had been a time when I had thought they saw me as their superman, and maybe there were moments when they still did. At that second though, it felt like the three of us were making a much more powerful team then a man that wore red underwear on the outside of his outfit. "Do you want to tell us how our lover was supposed to pay off his supposed debt?"

"He wants me," Remus answered for the old man, "to go to the werewolves, and convince them to fight with us. I'd have to be gone for several weeks, if not a month or two." That wasn't happening, not only would Sirius and I go insane, my matches were starting soon. "I'd be required to go alone." Not happening, he could be attacked and then who would help him. "Not to mention, he wanted it to be a top secret mission, something only he and I knew of." That was definitely not happening, we didn't keep any secrets from each other, especially ones that put our lives in danger.

"He only wanted you and him to know of a mission that could put you at great risk?" Sirius asked, none of our eyes had left the headmaster as we spoke. "That seems, and I'd hate to call Albus Dumbledore this, but foolhardy. How would we know if you had been hurt, how long would he wait until he sent out a team to find you?"

"In war there are necissary risks." Dumbledore said, interrupting Sirius' chain of thought. That comment was the most foolish thing we assumed that the professor had ever done in his life.

"Remus' life," Sirius growled, "is not something to be gambled with. It may not have any value to you Albus, but to James and I, there is nothing with greater value. Would you gamble with Aberforth's life?" Dumbledore answered with the smallest of head shakes. "No, and he is just your brother, do you know what it is like have the life of your lover gambled with?" Dumbledore did not answer, he just looked through us as though we weren't there.

"We will gladly accept this task together," I said, "as long as there is a way we can keep our jobs, and still do it." I offered. Dumbledore sighed deeply, and shook his head as to say that that wasn't possible. "Then we are sorry sir, but we must refuse."

"Remus," Dumbledore called as we were about to turn and head out the door of his office. "I implore you to remember that this war is greater than you and your friends." Okay, maybe that was the worst thing he could ever have said in his life. Remus turned around, and stalked to the desk so that when he leaned in he seemed to be only inches from Dumbledore's face.

"My friends," Remus growled. "You think this is as simple as friendship? If they were simply my friends then I would take this mission, because there would be nothing greater to stop me. This war may be important, but I know what is truly important in my life. We are not saying that we would not do it, my husbands and I are saying that we will do it as we do everything. We do it together, or you find a werewolf that does not have a mate wanting him back home at dinner time. We are the most loyal creatures in our world Albus, and that," he pointed a long finger at Sirius and I, "is where my loyalties lie. Not with you, not with the Order, but with my lovers, my husbands, my mates." With that we did storm out of the office, wondering if we would be returning. Of course we would, we just needed a few days to cool down.

"I can't believe he is that manipulative," Sirius said as he threw himself into his chair after we had walked into our flat. "I mean, to tell you that you only have us because he let you go to school? That's ridiculous, ludicrous, prepostoursous. I mean, my God, we're wizards, don't we have some obligation to believe in fate? Fate is what brought us together, and it would have done it with or without Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore." I laughed as I handed him a beer, and then gave one to Remus who was sprawled out on the couch.

"But you knew he could be manipulative," Remus said in a voice that was stating a reminder, not asking a question. We turned to look at him confused. "I've told you the story of how he convinced my parents to let me go to school. He didn't say anything about me getting a better life from having an education, they wouldn't have given a rat's ass about that. He pointed out how much freedom they would have for nearly ten months of the year if they didn't have to worry about their werewolf of a son. When that almost failed to convince them, he threatened to tell the authorities of the neglect I was living in. He knows how to play people to get what he wants, just like a certain other great wizards."

"I can't believe you just compared Dumbledore to Voldermort." I laughed. "Though it's fitting, he's the only one Tom fears, and the only one that can fight him in a duel and possibly win." Remus and Sirius nodded that it was fitting, the two great enemies should have things in common as well as their differences. Though I couldn't see Dumbledore trying to seduce someone to join his side, though Tom's age probably was a contributing factor in his ability to use that tactic successfully.

"You okay love," Sirius asked looking at Remus curiously. I stared at him as well, and saw that he looked shaken. "You are under no obligation to do what he asked of you." Sirius reminded. Remus nodded, but I could tell that he still wasn't completely believing of what Sirius had just said. I stood up and moved behind the arm of the couch his head was resting on, and started to rub his shoulders. His eyes closed when I rubbed a spot that felt particularly close to heaven, and had to hold back my chuckles as Sirius moved so that he was straddling our lover. When Remus opened his eyes, Sirius flashed him his trademark smirk, before leaning down to capture Remus' lips with his own. Remus moaned when my ministrations mixed with Sirius' to leave him in a haze of pleasure. Eventually Sirius backed away, and as he trailed kisses down Remus' neck, I brought my own lips to capture Remus' again.

"Love," Sirius asked after a few minutes, and we broke away from each other so we could look at him. Somehow he had managed to get all of Remus clothes off, and was know hovering over our wolf's cock. "How do you want me to help you with this?" He smiled at the head tilt Remus gave him to show he needed more of an explanation. "Like this," Sirius continued as he wrapped his hand around Remus and slowly stroked him. "Like this," he continued by dragging his tongue up one side, across the tip, and back down. "Or would you like me to fuck you until you come screaming for me?" He finished by dragging his finger across Remus' crease.

"How about you fuck me, and while you're doing that I suck Prongs, while he's sucking me?" Sirius and I's eyes widened in anticipation of the new position, but neither of us waited a long time before getting ourselves out of the unnecessary fabric that are clothes. While Sirius prepped Remus for his entrance, I climbed over the arm of the couch, and kissed my way down Remus' body until my lips were poised right over his cock. As soon as my ache was hovering in front of his face, Remus wasted no time in dragging it down to his waiting mouth.

I don't know what was the best part of this position. It could have been the feel of Remus warm mouth drawing me to my edge. It could have been the moans that I drug out of him echoing around me as he brought me to that sweet oblivion. It could have been the words and sounds I heard drifting down to my ears as I listened to Sirius use Remus to get himself there. It could have been that every time I opened my eyes I could see Sirius plunging in or pulling out of Remus. Every time he would pull in it felt like he was helping me take Remus deeper, which caused Remus to moan louder, and sent a shock through me. I tried to match the pace in which I was pulling Remus to his edge with the pace that Sirius was nearing his own.

"God you two better be fucking ready," Sirius grunted. "Because when I come, you are coming with me." I don't know how Remus signaled that we were ready, but I did it by giving the lover moving next to my head a thumbs up. Sirius laughed, but it was quickly cut off into a moan as he plunged deeper and deeper into Remus. He sped up his thrust as quickly as he could and after, one, two, three, he came screaming for the lover we were both pleasing. Remus came in my throat at the same time, and his sound of release echoed around me, making me come for him. Sirius' hand jumped into my hair and held me so that I had to take everything Remus gave me, even as my head so badly wanted to fall back in pleasure.

As Sirius slipped out of Remus, I rested my head against his thigh for a moment. It had to only be a moment, because it didn't take much longer than that for my breathe drifting across him to have him ready to go again. I laughed and climbed off of him, and Sirius wrapped his hand around Remus to stroke him back over his edge. We laughed at his stamina, and he let out a shaky breathe of thanks when Sirius was done. When he was finished he climbed off of the couch and he and Sirius headed for the bedroom. Order of the Phoenix meetings were always at night, and when we managed to get back it was always late. Sirius and I both had to be at work early in the morning, and so we shoveled off to bed.

I watched them go, memorizing their naked bodies even more than I already had. Cataloging a new scar that had appeared from the last full moon that was resting across Remus' hip, and licking my lips at the smoothness that was Sirius. He was letting his shaggy hair grow out, and it almost reached his shoulders now, he said something about a proper biker's look. I didn't care if he looked like a biker or a marine, he would always be beautiful to me. The age of the hippie was almost over, but I couldn't remember Remus ever having accepted the style of long hair. His had always been cropped neatly around his ears, and even his new title of artist hadn't changed that.

I sighed when they reached the bedroom, and pulled each other into a long, hard kiss in which Sirius pushed Remus up against the wall. The sigh was a mix of what that sight did to me, as well as what that sight reminded me off. We had almost sat down and had a conversation, which would possible be the first time since we had had ice cream sex, a month ago. We hadn't discussed a plan to figure out how I was going to look married to Lily, but still be with them. I didn't want it to be as simple as getting with them one or two nights a week, I wanted them in my bed every night. Sirius had heard Remus say that he didn't have a plan, and even though I was working on it, I hadn't come up with one either. We had to talk, but every time we came close, we'd end up shagging instead.

"Hey, you coming to bed, or you just going to stand there watching us?" Sirius called when he broke away from Remus. I smirked, and ran at him, knocking him onto the bed when I jumped on him. Remus laughed at us as I dragged Sirius into a long, hard kiss where he was the one pinned. I never said I wasn't the one that sometimes initiated the shagging, just that we did it more than we talked.

A/N: Uh-oh, sounds like there might be trouble in our boys' paradise. The thing with the werewolves, I know it's a theory done a lot, but it's a good one don't you think? If, and I say if as though it weren't canon, Sirius and Remus were together then the idea about the werewolves missions would have been a reasonable idea for what happened before James and Lily died. What do you think the best theory for why they could have lost that much trust is?