Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling had time limits that she had to meet, I have the shameful right to break my promises when I get stuck. I am not her, and I am very, very sorry.

A/N: I am so sorry it has taken me so long to get this written. I have been tossing ideas around in my head for weeks now as to what to write in this chapter, knowing that it needed to be a Sirius' Story. I went to watch the UFC fights tonight, and while Forrest Green was beating up Rich Franklin, my brother kind of gave me an idea. He said, "I just figured out why you like UFC so much. You like watching the guys crawl all over each other." I disturb him by telling him about the stories I write, so he knows I'm a Yaoi fan. After the two second long conversation, I was hit with the inspiration I've needed for weeks. I am so very sorry it took me this long to find it, but now that I have...

Chapter 37

June 1979

Whoosh, snap. These were the sounds that echoed through the stadium as the dark-haired men jabbed, striked, kicked, and punched the other. Gray eyes looked over the body their owner was defending himself against, watching for the opening that would carry them towards the ground. The body the gray eyes were a part of wanted to attack, but at the same time it didn't want to fight the other body. It wanted to take the other body to the ground for the sole purpose of pressing against it. It had been too long since it had felt the other body moving under it, over it, beside it. Too long since they had been connected with anything other then their fist and their feet.

The owner of the gray eyes wasn't the one that brought the fighters to the ground, but it didn't really care. The body moved as it looked for the opportunity to gain the dominant position, and while it searched for the position of control it fought against its own self. A part of it wanted to play submissive, didn't care if it had control, only cared about feeling that other body moving against itself. Gray eyes locked with hazel as arms and legs fumbled and flopped as the two fighters tried to gain or keep control. A shiver ran down both bodies when they realized who they were fighting. The fighters had known who they were fighting, knew the past they shared, but when they felt the skin of the other body sliding against their own their bodies reacted in an old way.

It had been two years since the one in control had moved across the world to train. He had begged the man under him to come with him, but the gray-eyed man couldn't move like that. They both had families to think about, and so they were put in a position that would eventually lead to this fight. Their wives were in the audience cheering, not realizing that as their husbands wrestled each other feelings that they had never felt for the women were striking up in their bodies. They seemed to pause, but the audience figured the gray-eyed man was trying to figure out his strategy as the hazel-eyed man kept his control. In reality, the reality that only they and one other man would understand, they were trying to explain two years without uttering a word.

Somehow the gray-eyed man communicated that he would take the fall as long as he could truly talk with his opponent. With the subtlest of nods, they moved so that the hazel-eyed man had the gray-eyed man in a choke hold. After struggling for a little while, the gray-eyed man tapped out. A loud cheer erupted from the crowd, and the men put on the show that was needed for the winner to be declared. They would never be able to explain how they did it, but they kept their need from showing in their movements as they led their teams to the dressing rooms. He would never be able to explain it, but somehow the gray-eyed man slipped past both of their teams, and into the hazel-eyed man's dressing room.

"Sirius," the hazel-eyed man breathed as soon as he heard the door shut. He didn't know if their was anything he could say, and Sirius silently agreed that at that moment there wasn't. They had been separated too long, and without a moments hesitation they moved forward until their lips connected in a scorching kiss. Hands fell into familiar patterns as they clutched the body they had been fighting minutes before closer to their own. Tongues danced to a tune they had learned the steps of long ago, but hadn't been able to move to in years.

A second snap of the door closing broke them apart, but instead of trying to explain what they had been doing they smiled. In front of them was their third, a man with sandy-brown hair and scars that littered his body from too many fights of another kind. He hadn't known what to do when the hazel-eyed man had left him and Sirius, and so he had left Sirius as well. The three of them were in a triar, a three-way pair, and without one the whole relationship felt empty. "Remus," Sirius sighed as he held out his hand for the smaller man to join them. With a shaky smile, a look that they had once banished from his face, he moved into their open embrass.

"God James," Remus sighed as he pressed his forehead against the hazel-eyed man's, "why did you leave us?" The question was asked shakily, and James had to tighten his hold in order to keep Remus in his arms. Sirius wanted to know the answer to that question as well, but he needed to feel Remus against him even more. He wrapped his arms around Remus' waist, and moved to stand in between Remus and James' bodies. James' hands locked at the small of Remus' waist, holding both of his lovers in his arms. Their was no answer he could give them, not one that was any different then the reasons he had given them two years ago. So instead he stayed silent as he pulled them to the ground.

They moved so that each body touched the two others it had been separated from for two years. Two long hard years where it had to act like it wanted this woman or that one. In the case of James and Sirius, the woman their bodies had felt for the past two years had been their wives, and only their wives. A part of them said that it was wrong enough to be with the woman they legal shared a life with, to go after others would have been more disgraceful then the action of cheating was already. In the case of Remus, he connected his body with any woman that would let him over the last two years, but never had it been right. It wasn't like when he was connected to Sirius and James.

They touched each other softly, at first talking about anything that wasn't a reminder that they hadn't been together in two years. Their hands resting against stomachs or other innocently clothed parts of their bodies. Somehow James' hand had sneaked under Remus' shirt, and started to draw small circles against his skin. Eventually those small circles grew until James' fingers were slipping underneath Remus' waistband. Remus' moved, innocently enough, but it drew Sirius' attention. It had been a long time since he had been touched by either of these men, and just as long since he had seen these men touch each other. It had always been the latter that had entertained him even more.

He moved to kiss Remus while James stopped teasing and opened the third man's pants. Sirius pulled the black shirt over Remus while James got rid of the pants that separated the two fighters from seeing their favorite fan. Remus' moans that echoed as Sirius and James took care in worshiping the body enticed the two fighters to draw out even more. "James," Sirius sighed, his warm breath ghosting over one of Remus' nipples. James looked up from where he had been sucking a mark high into Remus' thigh. "Suck him," Sirius ordered in a raspy voice that caused both of his lovers to shiver with want.

"Tell me how," James suggested. "Better yet, tell him how I used to do it. You remember don't you?" He asked before drawing Sirius into a rough kiss that made Remus moan with even more want then the minstrations they were putting his body through had.

"I remember," Sirius agreed when James let him free. "I remember how you loved running your fingertips down the underside of our cocks, tracing the vein. Do you remember that Remus?" Sirius asked the whithering man as James did as he had directed. Remus nodded, and Sirius continued using James in his slow, pleasure-filled torture. "I remember how you'd trail your tongue from our hip to the base of our cocks, before licking up our sides. When you got to our heads you'd always twirl your tongue around, circling us before trailing back down the other side. You'd make sure we were nearly soaking from your tongue, and then when we were begging for it..." He trailed off until Remus was begging for them to continue. He swore James was taking more time with this part then he had used to, and that he was whithering more then he ever had. "When we were begging for it you put that sweet mouth of your around us, and took us as far back as you possible could, as slowly as you possibly could."

Remus remembered James' "slowly as possible" being a hell of a lot faster then it was now, and he was tempted to push James' mouth down his cock faster. "I remember how Remus was always a little impatient," Sirius said as though he could read Remus' thoughts, and wrapped his hands around the man's wrists to keep him from going through with his temptation. "I remember how your tongue would drag up and down the underside of our cocks as you moved your head up and down us. Your hand would wrap around the base, and then you'd move it up at the same slow tempo as your mouth moved down. Your hand would meet your lips in the middle of your downward motion, and as your head moved back up your hand went in the opposite direction. You were always so very slow when you were pleasuring us, as though you wanted to torture us with it."

James followed each direction to the t, and Remus tightened his hands around Sirius' wrists as he whithered below them. He started begging for James' to move faster, and Sirius granted his wish by saying, "when we'd start really begging for it, you'd give us what we needed." Remus was tempted to thank Sirius, but as James' moved faster he found himself unable to do anything but make unintelligent sounds. This was something he actually did remember, their ability to render him incoherent, only they had ever held that kind of power over him. "When you'd get us to that place where only you could understand the signs our bodies were telling you, you'd suck us hard and we'd scream..."

He waited until he heard that sound of ultimate pleasure rip from Remus, "and you'd swallow everything we gave you as we came." Remus followed the latter direction, and James the former. When he realized he had directed them into this state, Sirius mumbled their names as his own juices flowed into the shorts he still wore from the ring. When James realized what was happening to his other lover, he joined them in falling over that edge.

"Holy shit," Remus sighed as he realized that Sirius had done it to him again. "Fucking bastard," he muttered when Sirius looked down at him with a mockingly confused expression. Sirius knew what he had done to our wolf, and grinned cockily with that knowledge. I kissed Remus in a silent explanation that I'd felt the need too, but something had kept it from happening for me. I knew just what that something was too, the idea of my character leaving cut too close to home.

"I didn't like that one Sirius," I said as I moved away from the lover in between me and the storyteller. Remus wrapped an arm around me as he fought to keep the similarities of the story away from the me, the man that he gave everything I needed to. Sirius leaned over Remus, and caught my lips in a hungry kiss. He knew the old saying, "write what you know," and at that moment my separation from them was something he knew well. It was something we all knew too well, something we feared and yet knew it was coming faster then we had the power to stop.

Sirius crawled over Remus, and peppered my body with open mouthed kisses until he had the sheets moved so that they only covered our werewolf. "Tell me Remus, tell me how I should help him." Sirius suggested, and I shuttered under him at the reminder of his story. This would have been how it would have continued if he hadn't realized that he had already made Remus' come. Since that first time two summers ago, I wonder if it was actually considered three now that we were in the last June we would get to spend in our flat together. Since that first time he had made me come with nothing more then his voice, Sirius had made it his goal to use his stories to get us to call out for him. Remus hadn't called for him, but I had the feeling it had happened so fast he hadn't had time.

"Oh Sirius, I don't know." Remus said, his tone saying that he actually wasn't sure how to direct such an endeavor, his expression saying he didn't know which way to go about it. He moved so that his lips were right next to my ear, and continued whispering just loud enough that Sirius could hear everything he was saying. "He tortured me in that story," I would like to point out that I was not actually in control of our characters actions, Sirius was. With Remus' breathe in my ear, and Sirius' moving in hot spurts across my very hard member I didn't really have the ability to voice my objection. "Moving so very slowly," he drew out his words, and I choked on a whimper that came out more like a sob.

"Then again, he wasn't the one in control of the actions was he?" He asked, his eyes turning to look at the man hovering over my cock, while his voice continued to drift across my face. "You were, and that was just a story. That kind of torture in real life would just be cruel." I silently thanked him and God that it sounded like he wasn't going to be as downright mean as Sirius had been in his story. "I want to see you suck him fast and hard Sirius," He finally ordered as he sat up to watch us. His own member was standing up again, and while he watched Sirius get me off, he got hisself off. Sirius and I both watched our lover draw himself to completion like that, and would both agree that it was what made us come as fast as we did together.

We laid in the silence of our bedroom, a place we had shared the summer after we got together, the Christmas we lost the only set of parents any of us really ever had, and the past year. I don't know if they were thinking of, but I know that I was thinking about all of our ups and downs since that September night that we had tortured the truth out of Remus. I thought about how I realized that the feelings I had for them would always be stronger then the ones I had for the red-head I had chased for too many years. I through about how I hurt them by acting like the feelings I had for the red-head were more then they ever really were, and how I couldn't stop hurting us by giving the red-head something I couldn't give them. How unfair it was that I was allowed to stand in front of our friends and family and declare lies of undying love for the red-head, but I couldn't make the same vows I had too them in front of the people we cared for most in the world.

"How do we stop this?" I finally asked after we had laid their for minutes. I had heard Remus breathing start to move into a steady rhythm, and knew that they were about to fall asleep. We had avoided talking about the wedding for too many months, avoided talking about the fact that none of us had a plan. We had fixed our relationship as best we could, and finally were chatting about everything but that. Sirius was sharing his stories again, and Remus was showing us what he was working on. They had even started cracking jokes with reporters about me at my matches, and took it a step up and were at even my away matches. Lily was a little afraid that people would catch on since she and Peter couldn't make those, but when a friend of Fletch told them they were a better friend then he was she calmed down. We may have been sharing a life again, but until we fixed this we would only have a few short months to spend together to share that life.

Sirius had moved back to his side of the bed while we laid in silence thinking about whatever we all were thinking about. When I asked my question we slipped into silence for another couple of moments, before he stood up and walked to my side of the bed. Remus and I both looked at him in confusion as he pushed me until I was practically laying on top of Remus. He laid down beside me, and wrapped his arm around me tightly. "If I never let you go, then she can never marry you." He said in way of explaining his nice, but strange, actions. I chuckled sadly, and moved so that I could curl around him just as tightly as he was curled around me. Remus joined in my chuckles, and wrapped his body around me as well. If only for that moment, we tried to pretend like it was that easy. That in the silence of our bedroom, in the stillness of the night we really did have the ability to block out the cruel reality of the world. We had tried that once before, and we knew that it wouldn't work. Still, it was better to pretend like it would, then it was to face the reality that we were running out of time.

A/N: Again, I'm sorry it took me so long to write this out. Send me many flames about how I need to learn to use better time management, or send me many praises about how you liked the chapter and that it was better to take my time so that I could get it just right. Really, I just want to hear from you guys, I've missed you all.