Disclaimer: I don't thin J.K. Rowling really cares about when the Super Bowl is, but I do. Happy Super Bowl Sunday everyone.

A/N: I wasn't going to stop until I was finished, but my computer had other plans. So after having this chapter running around in my head for half a day, I wrote it out all quick like. One more to go.

Chapter 39

September 1979

I wished that this was how every break between the season and practice could be, but I knew that in two weeks time it would be over. I wished that I could wake up after sleeping as late as my body would let me, find a cup of coffee that had been kept warm with a spell on my nightstand. I wished that I could take that cup of coffee down the hall of our small flat, and prop my shoulder against the wall where the hall and the living room connected. I wished that I could sip my coffee with a smile as I watched the muscles of Remus' body ripple as he worked. I wished that every late morning between the end of the actual season and the practice one I could spend in the manner that I spent that one with Remus. I knew my days to watch him paint in nothing but the pajama pants that matched my own were numbered.

"Hey," he greeted me when he realized I was finally awake. I smiled back my reply, and continued to just watch him. Sometimes it amazed me that I hadn't been the one that had the crush I was trying to keep secret from him, because there were still days when he could make me feel like a schoolboy watching his idol. "I made some breakfast too," he said casting a look at my coffee cup. "Stuck it in the microwave for when you woke up. I have to finish this piece, last of the number the gallery said I had to have for the show. I hate that you're not going to be there."

He mumbled the last sentence, but I heard it nonetheless. He was trying to turn around, and a touch of red clouded over his cheeks when he realized what he had just said. I moved quickly, putting my cup on the endtable, and closing the distance between us. For the past week Sirius and Remus had been keeping their unspoken agreement to not mention anything having to do with my wedding or marriage. The last sentence of his little explanation had been almost too natural for him to say, and that had caused it to just slip past the "honeymoon statement checker" his filter must have built. His show was in three weeks, I'd be on my honeymoon.

"Am I an idiot Prongs," he asked as I wrapped my arms around his waist, and pulled his back against my chest. I brushed my lips against his shoulder before propping my chin on top of it. He was painting an outdoor scene, that looked a lot like a garden with a gazebo in it. There were people in it, three posssible men in gray suits, and one in a black, stood inside of the gazebo. There were white chairs lined up in the garden, and figures in bright colors sat in almost every chair. In one of the chairs in the front sat a woman with flowing red hair, and when I realized what he was painting it took my breathe away. I kissed his jaw in a silent way of telling him how much I wanted this scene to be what I would celebrate in two weeks.

"No baby," I finaly answered him. "You were just a little boy that didn't get a say in the way his life would turn out. You were just a student that had only been shown love by two others since the world decided you needed to be something then you were originally made to be. You're just a man that doesn't want the whole world to look at you so closely, and I'm the one that has to protect you. I'm the one that will always protect you," I promised as I turned him around in my arms, and drew him so that our chests were pressed together. "I'm the one that will love you until the very last breathe is taken from him. I'm the one that will whisper your name with that very breathe." I sealed my promises by pressing my lips against his softly.

He wasn't having that though, and his hand reached up to pull me to him tighter. His tongue traced my bottom lip, and I moaned at the contact giving him the access he needed to explore my mouth. He led my tongue in a dance we had perfected over the past three years, and I started to lead him to the couch. I sat down, pulling him to straddle my lap, making sure that we didn't lose the contact as we pressed our bodies even closer together. I moaned as he started to trail kisses away from my lips, up my jaw, towards my ear where he did that thing with his tongue that made me shudder. My hands started to trace the lines that marred his back as they traveled towards his hips, as I searched for the waistband of his black pajama bottoms. "Moony," I sighed when I finally found my goal, "need you."

"Need you too Prongs," he sighed back, and lifted his hips so that I could slide the cloth that separated him from me down his legs. I don't know how we did it, but somehow we managed to get both of our barriers off of our bodies. His lips reactached to mine as me moved so that I laid on my back on the couch, and his hand slide down my body until he found the place where he would connect us. I moaned as his fingers played a tune against my body that he had perfected long ago, and shuddered under him when he slipped inside of me. It had been a while since we had, had the time to be together just the two of us. We loved it when Padfoot joined us, but sometimes it needed to just be two. Sometimes there were moments when I needed to be with Moony, or when I needed to be with Padfoot, or when Padfoot and Moony needed each other. I always felt complete when I was with either of my lovers, but that time I also felt my heartbreaking when I realized that this would be the last time I was allowed to be with my Moony.

A few days later Remus was out doing things for his show, and I was hanging out in the kitchen. I heard the door open and close, and turned around to see Sirius walking in with a look that made my breathe hitch. We looked at each other for a moment, knowing that at that moment we had a mountain of things we needed to say. We had no idea where to start, and substituted by moving into each others arms, drawing the other man into a hungry kiss. I knew what was happening as he dragged me to the floor, but just like when I was with Moony, I refused to think about this being my last time with my Padfoot.

"Prongs," he sighed as he kissed my bare chest. My own fingers were working their way in between our bodies to undo his buttons. I had to encourage him to lay on his side, and focus on my neck before I could finally get rid of that first barrier. His hands moved to my waistband the moment his arms were free of the shirt, and he tugged them down swiftly as I wrestled with his belt buckle. I whimpered with the unfairness of the situation as he started to stroke me slowly, rendering me unable to get rid of the last barriers between us. When I was whithering in the way he had always liked me to, he stopped touching me and finished the task I have been unable to complete.

"God, you're so beautiful." I told him as I pulled him back to me. His body pressed mine into the cold tile of our kitchen floor, but the heat that his body struck up in my own canceled out the chill. His lips found mine again as our hands moved to touch every inch of the man above or below our body, with the goal of making those sounds we loved to hear escape from them. I was the only one that Sirius had ever allowed to dominate him, and that usually meant I was on top of him while we rutted against each other. This time he was above me, and I realized that he needed to be the dominate this time. He needed to feel like he had the control of something when everything was slipping out of his hands too fast for him to do anything about it.

"I love you Prongs," he said as he slipped one finger inside of me. I had never been touched by him like this, only by Remus. My body was used to Remus' fingers, but it reacted to Sirius' with a jolt as his thick, beater fingers slipped in and out of me. Remus was long and thin, in everything. Sirius was long and thick in everything, and if I had thought my body reacted to him when he slipped a finger in me, it was nothing to when he slipped into me. He kissed my jaw and neck until I was used to the sudden size, when I started searching for his lips with my own he knew I was okay with this.

"God," he sighed as he moved in and out slowly, locking his fingers with my own. "In our next life we're doing things differently." He declared. I sighed as he pressed against that spot that Remus had used to send me to new hieghts over the years, and raised my brow in question to his odd statement. "Remus kept you nice and tight for me, so fucking tight." He growled. "Wish I'd been in you more then just this time, want to have you more then this. Want to keep you, want to keep you, want to keep you." He said pushing in and out of me with each new declaration. "Want to," he continued by pushing into me. "Keep you," he growled as he pulled out until just his head was connecting us. He repeated his mantra, speeding up the words and his thrusts.

He drew me into a hungry kiss as his body sped to that point where talking became difficult as more and more moans broke any comments apart. His tongue thrusting against my own at the same speed he pressed in and out of my body kept up his mantra. He wanted to keep me, he wanted to keep me, he didn't want to lose me, he didn't want to give me to her, he didn't want to stand beside me when I made promises to her. I moved to meet each of his thrusts, tangling my tongue with his own, and tried to convey that I didn't want this either. I wanted to make love to him everynight for the rest of our lives, to hold him and our Moony as we slept.

"I love you Padfoot," I whispered in his ear as I tangled around him while we came off of our highs. He sniffed, and pressed his face into my neck, and I knew that he was fighting the tears that had threatened to fall for the past year. My hand stroked up and down his back in an attempt to sooth him, but as my own throat swelled on a sob I wondered if I was helping him at all. A week, I had a week until I had to give them up, and I wasn't sure I had the strength to do it. I wasn't sure I had the strength to do what I promised I would to keep our Moony safe.

I tried to be selfless for them, but in reality when it came to them I knew that I was selfish. They were mine, they had always been mine. They had been mine when we were eleven-year-old boys preparing to go on our first true adventure. They were mine when their were girls that hung off of both of them, and talked about them being the ones my loves would marry. They were mine when the rest of the world said I had no right to them, and they would be mine when my name belonged to another.

A week later, Peter, Frank, Kingsley, Arthur, Elphias, and several other men we were friends with had joined Sirius and Remus in dragging me to a club. Not just any club mind you, no this had to be one of those clubs where women danced on table tops and stages with barely anything on. Where men ordered drinks, and slapped their waitresses asses as though that was an acceptable practice. Peter, Frank, Kingsley, and Arthur were in various stages of excitement as the women put on a show for us. Elphias laughed, but shook his head at the way the younger men were reacting to the practically naked women. I was pretending to watch, but was actually glaring holes into Sirius' head whenever the women moved enough that I could see him.

"How are you enjoying your Stag Party, Prongsie?" Sirius asked when I excused myself to get a drink. I glared at him even more, knowing that I was getting my point across. I turned him so that he could look at one of the women dancing around our Moony too provacatevely for either of our tastes. Remus looked entertained, but I could tell that was more from the fact that the woman was getting annoyed that she was causing no reaction from him. He looked at us and winked, and with a quick look around the club, I pulled Sirius to me in a hungry kiss. If we had been closer we would have heard Remus' groan, and the woman finally let him alone when she got what she had been searching for.

"I told you I didn't want to celebrate this." I reminded him. "I told you that this wasn't a happy occasion, that it wasn't one last night before I got my ball and chain. I already have a ball and chain, two of them that I am very happy with. I don't want the new one, and I don't want to spend my last night with you and Remus at a strip club of all places." I replied, pulling back enough that my little lecture ghosted over his face.

"Did you just call me a ball and chain?" Sirius asked with a put upon expression. I smirked, knowing that of all the things to compare him too this had to be the worst. "I am not a damper on your freedom Mister Prongs, I am the one that knows all the right buttons to press to get you to feel the freest." He growled huskily in my ear, making sure his hand brushed the front side of my pants in attempts to make his meaning clear. I groaned, trying to hold back the show of my reaction to him. The dark chuckle that rang in my ear told me I had failed in my attempts, and that to him it was all to clear what he was doing to me.

"I think Mister Padfoot," Another dark, familiar voice whispered into my other ear, "that we should listen to Mister Prongs' wishes." Remus' lips pressed against my jugular after he made his suggestion, as though he was buying time until Sirius made a move. Sirius' move was made by pressing his own lips against the column of my neck. I couldn't believe that they were actually, well by that time, tonguing my neck and rolling their hips against my own in the middle of a semi-packed strip club. Then again, with all of the practically naked women walking around none of the straight men that were there were looking at us. My own party wasn't in the mood to give a damn where the soon-to-be groom and his two best friends had run off too. With Peter there though, he was probably buying us the time we needed to enjoy each other.

"For the love of God, take me home." I begged as Sirius' tongue started doing that thing he liked to do to my ear, and Remus started sucking on my pulse point. I could feel Sirius' need rubbing against mine, and Remus was using the crease of my ass to create the friction he wanted. There was entirely too many people around for what they were doing to me. There was entirely too many clothes for what they were doing to me. There was no where near enough skin for what they were doing to me.

"Take you where?" Remus asked into my neck.

"Home," I whimpered, pleading for them to listen to my request.

"Whose?" Sirius asked, his breathe drifting across my by now fairly sensetive ear.

"Mine," I replied with a little question in my voice. Sirius nipped my earlobe a little to hard, and I knew that was the wrong answer. "Yours," I tried again, the question still there. Remus bit harder at my neck, and I knew that was the wrong answer. That only left one more. "Ours," I sighed, shuddering in their arms, but there was no question remaining in my voice. They shuddered against me, and I knew the reminder that we shared a home, we shared a life had effected them the same way it had effected me Sirius was the one that wrapped us in his arms tighter, and apparated us into our bedroom.

The moment we had control of our senses, or they had control of their senses and mine as well, Remus pulled me back towards our bed, and Sirius helped him lead me backwards. Remus' fingers started getting rid of my shirt, and Sirius' were undoing my pants. Whenever I even made move to help them they smacked my hands away, telling me that they were the ones in control that night. Yeah, they were the ones in control of when I got to finally see them, when I finally got to feel them, when I got to come, how many times I was allowed to come. Remus didn't let me come until he had already done so twice, and Sirius waited until I had come before he finally got rid of all the barriers that separated him from me and Moony.

A/N: So sad, one more chapter to go. Tell me what you have thought of it so far, please.