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      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Severus_Snape, Harry_Potter/Severus_Snape/Lucius_Malfoy,
      Harry_Potter/Lucius_Malfoy, Harry_Potter/Draco_Malfoy, Harry_Potter/Bill
      Weasley, Harry_Potter/Bill_Weasley/Draco_Malfoy, Harry_Potter/Remus
      Lupin, Harry_Potter/Fred_Weasley/George_Weasley, Harry_Potter/Charlie
      Weasley, various_other_mixes_of_those_mentioned
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Severus_Snape, Remus_Lupin, lots_of_Weasleys_-_Character,
      Lucius_Malfoy, Draco_Malfoy, Salazar_Slytherin, Brief_Abraxas_Malfoy,
      Albus_Dumbledore
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, PWP, Rimming, Felching, Knotting_(only_happens_once), BDSM, Anal
      Sex, Oral_Sex, Bondage, Threesomes, Moresomes, Recreational_Drug_Use, And
      other_porny_plot(less)_devices
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      Published: 2017-06-08 Updated: 2017-12-26 Chapters: 11/? Words: 30276
****** Vorago ******
by Sablesilverrain
Summary
     Harry has just realized there's a hole in his aura. What does he have
     to do to fix it?
     (Truthfully, this is the only true PWP I ever wrote. So this is how
     depraved I CAN get, when I let myself. Read if you dare.)
Notes
     Voldemort is dead in this, I don't care how, make something up.
     Whatever makes you happy works.
     This takes place Harry's Seventh year, and I know some parts of it
     are far-fetched, this was mostly an exercise to practice my smut
     writing. I decided it's worth sharing, so everyone who reads me
     consistently can see how bad it CAN get.
     I TRY to come up with plot, but it's by no means necessary.
     Read at your own risk, and if you dare to read, I hope you enjoy!
***** Vorago *****
Harry sighed, balling his hand into a fist and crumpling the letter he held.
Dumbledore had started up his Occlumency lessons again. Well, there went the
rest of his vacation.
 
He'd defeated Voldemort a few weeks ago, just days after his seventeenth
birthday. However, killing him had unexpectedly thrown the link between them
wide open, and the backlash had severely damaged Harry's aura. He was
constantly channelling spirits, being possessed, and just couldn't seem to keep
himself in his body. The channellings and possessions he could live with, but
the out-of-body experiences were... Quite dangerous to his sanity, really. He
had witnessed some pretty vile things through them, and could no longer meet
the eyes of either Dumbledore or Professor Binns.
 
Hopefully, he'd master Occlumency quickly, so that he could fill the void and
keep himself to his body (and keep his body to himself).
 
*****
 
Severus sighed as Harry stormed into his office. Weeks of fighting back-to-back
had not made them friends, but arguing with each other was now something they
did out of habit, rather than any real malice. "Potter," He drawled. "I need to
be able to see your aura. Do I have your permission?"
 
Harry rolled his eyes. "Do you need it?" He asked.
 
Severus ground his teeth. "Well, as I am not a licensed healer, yes, actually,
I do."
 
Harry nodded. "Fine. Go ahead."
 
Severus murmured a spell, waving his wand over Harry's body. He sucked in a
breath, his eyes widening. "Impossible. How are you still alive?"
 
Harry rolled his eyes. "I survived the Killing Curse, didn't I? I'm really
fucking lucky." He replied cheekily.
 
Severus sighed. "Language." He chastised, circling Harry slowly, examining the
aura fully. There was a huge hole over the chest, and several tears in various
other places, making the boy frighteningly vulnerable to mental attacks.
Strangely, though, the hole looked older than the tears. By a few years, in
fact. If he was completely honest with himself, it looked like it might have
been there since the boy turned fifteen, making him... But no. Dumbledore would
have noticed, and he would have said something.
 
"You'll need to learn Occlumency before I can teach you to fill the gaps,
because you'll need to be able to see them yourself, and Occlumency will allow
you to make sense of what you see in your mental landscape, which is the only
way for one to see their own aura.” He explained.
 
Harry groaned. "Bloody wonderful. What are you waiting for?"
 
Severus sneered at him. "Legilimens!" He flew into Harry's mind--and bounced
back out just as quickly as he had gone in. The feeling reminded him of bashing
his head against a brick wall. It was painful, it was difficult, and it was not
working. He recovered and hummed in satisfaction. "Very good. When did you
finally learn to Occlude?"
 
Harry frowned. "What? I didn't. That is to say, I can’t. Shouldn't be able to,
at least."
 
Severus frowned. "Legilimens." He murmured and slid in, testing the barrier he
found. It was, strangely enough, opaque, completely obscuring his view of
Harry's mind, which was impossible to create by one's self, but was common
enough for Vorago. "Dear Salazar." He breathed. "You really are a Vorago. I am
only stunned that we didn't discover this sooner."
 
Harry frowned. "First off, I'm a what, now?"
 
Severus smirked. "You are not human." He explained.
 
Harry groaned. "Yes, you old bat, that much I understood. But what the bloody
fuck is a Vo... Thing?" He asked, waving his arms around, gesticulating wildly.
 
Severus calmly cast Petrificus Totalus. "One: detention with me for a week when
school starts, for cheek. Two: language, Mr. Potter. Three: a Vorago is a
magical creature that has a naturally-occurring hole in their aura. It appears
when they come into their powers, at fifteen years of age. I daresay, you are
apparently a special case. Instead of being drawn to those people that would
fill your aura while in the dreamscape, you seemed to gravitate more to the
Dark Lord. Perhaps that is because of the bond you shared. That may also be the
reason I was able to get into your head, when I can't now. We were linked
through the Dark Lord's mark, to your scar." He let the spell up so that Harry
could respond.
 
Harry groaned. "Why me?"
 
Severus chuckled. "Because if one chapter of your life closes, another must
invariably open. You are, after all, the Boy Who Lived." He said softly,
holding back laughter.
 
Harry glared at him. "What is this 'hole' thingy about?" He asked.
 
Severus sighed. "You really need to work on your vocabulary." He responded
unhelpfully.
 
Harry growled. "Why do I have a hole in my aura, Sir?" He hissed.
 
Severus smiled. "Because you are a Vorago, you idiot." Severus responded in an
acidic tone.
 
Harry growled. "I mean, how do I get rid of it?" He snapped.
 
Severus sneered. "You don't 'get rid of it,' idiot boy. You fill it."
 
Harry blinked in confusion. "With what?" He asked softly.
 
Severus sighed. "With help from three to seven people. You'll know who those
people are by how you feel when they pay any kind of attention to you."
 
Harry frowned. "How will I feel? Sir." He quickly added.
 
Severus smiled. "It will feel almost as if it is sustaining you, which it is,
in a way. Without having at least one of these people around you for long
periods of time, you will become lethargic and begin to sicken. It's a wonder
you made it this far, really. One person you draw from must still be here." He
smirked. "Which means, it's one of your professors. For shame, Potter."
 
Harry blushed. 'Shit. It can’t be...' His heart stopped in shock, then began
pounding. 'It is him.' He thought in despair.
 
"Oh." Was all he could think to say.
 
Severus sneered. "It's probably that werewolf. It must be wonderful for you to
have him back, even if it is only for one year."
 
Harry blushed. "Sure." He muttered, unwilling to admit that the person who most
closely matched Snape’s description was the Potions Master himself.
 
Severus blinked in shock as Harry suddenly stiffened, clenched his eyes shut,
shivered, then relaxed, opening his eyes and letting his whole body relax. When
he spoke again, his voice was deeper, and he sounded bored. "Much better.
Hello. You are... Severus? You're the current Potions Professor, correct?"
 
Severus sneered. "Wonderful. The boy gets himself possessed at the best times.
So, who am I speaking to?"
 
Harry smirked, and the expression looked strangely at home on his face.
"Salazar."
 
Severus's eyebrows rose. "Indeed? A pleasure, really. Why have you chosen to
take him over now?"
 
Salazar looked him over. "Hm. I just wanted to see for myself who my Heir's
Matches would be. I’ve found myself, thus far, highly unimpressed." He said,
turning to leave the room.
 
Severus blinked in shock. "We weren't done with our lesson." He protested.
 
Salazar turned to sneer at him. "You are now." He said.
 
Salazar left, heading up to the room he could feel Harry's aura being drawn to.
Soon, the Vorago would learn how to tap into his powers and let them lead him
to his Matches, but so far, the ability was beyond the teen.
 
Which left Salazar free to do as he wished with the ability.
 
He headed into the headmaster’s office, feeling the presence leave just as he
neared the stairs. He headed up the stairs and entered the headmaster’s office.
“Albus.” He spoke sharply.
 
Dumbledore turned, smiling. “Ah, Harry has gotten possessed again. I take it he
has not learned Occlumency yet?”
 
Salazar sneered. “Impertinent muggle-loving buffoon. Shall I seal your mouth
shut to get you to listen to me?” He asked silkily, pulling out Harry’s wand.
 
Dumbledore sighed, seating himself behind the desk. “Always a pleasure,
Salazar.” He said gravely. “To what do I owe this visit?”

Salazar’s eyes glowed with cold fury. “I told you I didn’t want my heir growing
up with Muggles. I warned you that they wouldn’t understand what was normal for
him and what wasn’t. I warned you that they wouldn’t even care, and yet, you
failed to heed my warnings. Now, see what your sheer idiocy has wrought,
Headmaster.” He swept the wand over Harry’s body, spitting the last word as if
it were a curse.
 
Dumbledore’s eyes widened. “Oh, dear.” He breathed.
 
Salazar sneered. “That’s all you have to say? The boy is a Vorago that has been
without his Matches for two years now!” He seethed. “I’d think it would be a
bit more alarming to you!”
 
Dumbledore sighed. “Well, I cannot change the past. But I can rectify the
situation late, at least.”
 
Salazar snarled. “See that it isn’t too late, you sorry excuse for a wizard.”
He hissed, then swept out of the room, calling the man a few inventive words in
Parseltongue.
 
*****
 
Harry opened his eyes to find that he was sitting in the library surrounded by
books on Vorago, already opened to certain pages. He sighed. “Looks like Rowena
gave me a homework assignment. Oh, joy.” He said sarcastically, pulling one of
the books to him and starting to read.
 
He paled at the first thing he found out. The hole was supposed to be fed by
sexual attentions for best effect.
 
‘No. No, no, no, no, no, no! I am not having sex with Snape! The two words
don’t even belong in the same sentence together!’ He thought, groaning at the
fact that his cock seemed to disagree.
 
He continued reading, dreading what he would find out.
 
*****
 
The parchment was covered in ink spots and scratched-out phrases by the time he
was finished reading, but Harry finally felt that he had a grasp on just what
exactly he was now.
 
He would need to find his other… ‘Matches,’ soon, unless he really did want to
sleep with Severus.
 
Looking over the parchment of notes, he realized that this explained a lot of
how he had changed after fifth year.
 
If a Vorago manifested, which would happen on their fifteenth birthday, and
didn’t properly bond with at least one of their matches within the first year,
they would become depressed, irritable, apathetic, and would lose appetite, sex
drive, not that Harry’s had ever been raging, and ability to concentrate, as
well as looking generally worse than they could. It also tended to affect
stature.
 
Of course, Harry’s ability to concentrate had been shot ever since Voldemort’s
return, but it was nice to know that now it wasn’t his fault.
 
He sighed and checked the time. “Shit!” He whispered, grabbing his notes and
leaving the books out as he ran up to Gryffindor Tower, back to his empty
dormitory, at one AM.
 
*****
 
Harry blinked, frowning. “Where the hell-”
 
“What are you doing in my bathroom, Potter?”
 
Harry turned and his mouth fell open as he stared at Malfoy. He was dressed in
nothing but a tiny silk robe, which hid nothing, and he was sopping wet, skin
still pink and moist from a bath, apparently. “I… You… How?”
 
Draco sighed in disgust. “If you could get out of my dream, I’d like to go get
buggered by the latest wet dream the universe, in all her wisdom, has decided
to bestow upon me.” He narrowed his eyes. “Or, maybe, you’re supposed to be
here, hm? Are you my dream tonight? I must say, this is a welcome change. I’ve
been waiting for you to show up for a while. Although, I’d much prefer to have
you repeatedly, in the flesh, but we do what we must.” He murmured, stepping
behind Harry to press against his back and slide his hands under the shirt,
fingernails scraping over Harry’s nipples as Draco removed the shirt.
 
Harry gulped, his erection springing to life. “Malfoy-”
 
“Please, do call me Draco.” The blond purred, licking Harry’s jaw lightly.
 
Harry whimpered. “Draco, what are you doing?” He asked.
 
“What you were brought here for.” The amusement in the blond’s husky voice was
apparent, and Harry felt his face heat.
 
“Dray, maybe this is a little too fast to be moving-” Harry’s voice broke as
Draco’s hand cupped his erection through his trousers, rubbing firmly. He was
aware of his head falling back and his eyes fluttering shut as he sucked in a
breath through his teeth.
 
“Dray?” Draco whispered. “I think I like that. Tell you what, Golden Boy. You
can call me Dray whenever you like. It’ll be something just between us. Of
course, it’ll never happen in real life, but this will suffice.”
 
Harry nodded, hips jerking erratically. “O-okay!” He agreed.
 
Draco took his hand and led him to the bed. “I want to bottom.” The blond
whispered. “For you. I’ve never bottomed before, though.”
 
Harry flushed. “I don’t think that’s a great idea, Dray. I’m a virgin. I don’t
know what to do.”
 
The blond’s eyes opened wide. “Why does even my subconscious make you a bloody
virgin?! No one else ever was!”
 
Harry blushed. “I… Don’t know. But I am.” He whispered.
 
“Fine.” Draco said, rolling his eyes. “I’ll top you, then. But if you ever show
up in my dreams again, I want you in me, got it?”
 
Harry laughed at the irritation in his voice. “I think I can manage that.”
 
Draco growled, grabbing Harry’s wrist and dragging the teen into his bedroom.
He shoved Harry onto the bed and climbed on it, crawling over Harry, removing
the rest of his clothing with a speed that surprised Harry.
 
“Whoa! Calm down! I don’t think I’m- Mmm…”
 
Draco smirked against Harry’s mouth as he slowly fisted the teen’s cock,
muffling his protests with his mouth. ‘Merlin, but he’s responsive! I wish this
could really happen, but with father’s plans for me to give the family an heir
and settle down with a nice, Pureblooded Witch, it never even stood a chance.
So I’ll take this.’ He worked Harry’s prick slowly, watching his own hand as it
stroked the length, pre-ejaculate beading on the tip.
 
Draco swallowed, licking his lips, as he felt an urge he had never experienced
before: the urge to lick up that drop of fluid. ‘What the hell.’ He decided
finally, ‘It’s not like this is real. I can do whatever I bloody well want!’ He
leaned down and lapped up that droplet, sighing. “Delicious.”
 
Harry’s hips jerked upwards and he gaped at the blond. “Are you fucking
serious?!” He squeaked.
 
“Deadly.” Draco purred. “You taste like ambrosia. I want more.” That being
said, Draco went to work accomplishing his desire. He dove down on Harry’s
shaft, taking it into his throat all the way to the root, then back up to swirl
his tongue around the ruby head.
 
Harry moaned, throwing his head back in pleasure as his hands grasped at the
sheets desperately. “Fuck, Dray!” He squeaked. “No one’s ever- Nng!” He nearly
swallowed his own tongue when Draco took his cock all the way into his throat
and growled! “Shit!” He squeaked, then came.
 
Explosively.
 
Draco’s eyes widened as he pulled off of Harry’s cock quickly, coughing and
wiping cum off his chin. “How rude, Potter!” He snapped, glaring at the teen.
“Here I am, doing you a favour, and you come in my mouth without warning?!” He
sneered. “How… Amateurish.”
 
Harry huffed, staring at the wall, cheeks tinted pink. “Well, I am a virgin.”
He reminded Draco.
 
Draco sighed. “That will only get you so far, you know. But I’ll let it slide
this once. How long do you take before you can go again?”
 
“With the right motivation, five minutes.” Harry’s cheeks turned a deeper shade
of pink as he spoke.
 
Draco smiled happily. “Oh, good.” He purred. “Let’s see if I can… Motivate
you.”
 
Suddenly, Harry’s hands were pinned above his head and he was being kissed with
a fervour he would never have associated with the cool, aloof Slytherin Prince.
He moaned helplessly, writhing as he felt himself harden again.
 
Draco pulled away as he felt the hardness forming against his thigh. “Oh, nice
work, Potter!” He said, impressed. He ran a single finger over the bottom of
Harry’s prick. “That was really fast.”
 
Harry blushed. “Um, thanks?”
 
“That was definitely a compliment. And you are very welcome.” Draco purred,
grabbing the lube his dream had supplied. He lubed his fingers and grabbed one
of Harry’s toned legs, shoving it against the Gryffindor’s chest. “Hold that
for me, yes?” He asked, then slowly worked a finger into Harry’s virgin
entrance.
 
Harry hissed, clinging to his leg with both arms. “Ow! That hurts!”
 
Draco slowed, but didn’t stop. “Trust me, you want this part over with. It only
hurts this bad the first time.”
 
Harry nodded, sweat beading on his brow. He panted through gritted teeth,
whimpering every time Draco went too deep or too fast.
 
Draco was as careful as he could be, preparing Harry thoroughly. Once he was
done, he removed his fingers and positioned himself. “Ready for me, Baby?” He
asked, combing a hand through Harry’s hair gently and locking eyes with him.
 
Harry gulped. “Yeah.” He replied.
 
“Push back against me.” Draco whispered, pushing forward.
 
*****
 
Harry woke as a loud alarm rang in his ears. He cursed, grabbing his wand, and
cancelled the spell. “Fuck!” He buried his face in the pillow, then realized he
had a problem to take care of. He rolled onto his back and slipped a hand into
his boxers, imagining that it was Draco touching him instead. He replayed the
encounter in his head, climaxing violently with Draco’s voice calling him
‘Baby’ ringing in his ears.
***** It's in His Kiss *****
Harry looked up as Remus sat beside him, smiling tiredly.
 
“Hey.”
 
“Hey, Cub.” Remus said, nudging Harry affectionately in a very wolf-like way.
“How are you?”
 
Harry bit his lip as he realized just how much he craved Remus’ attention. Did
it mean..? “Remy, can I ask you a question without changing things between us
if I’m wrong?”
 
“Sure.” Remus replied flippantly, taking a gulp of his pumpkin juice.
 
“Will you kiss me?”
 
Remus choked on his juice, staring at Harry in shock as he gasped for air. His
wolf was ecstatic, but his human self was appalled at that reaction. Harry was
barely seventeen! “Why?” He finally asked when he could speak.
 
Harry blushed. “I’m apparently a Vorago. I think you might be one of my…
Matches?”
 
Remus sighed. Of course. And that’s why Harry was his mate. “Sure. We’ll wait
until we finish breakfast and then we’ll go to my rooms.”
 
Harry smiled. “Thanks, Remy.”
 
*****
 
“Ready?”
 
Harry gulped and nodded. He stood and took Remus’ hand, walking out of the
Great Hall with the man. Remus opened his door and led Harry in.
 
Harry sat on the couch, watching as Remus removed his tie and opened a few
buttons on his shirt. “Cub, have you been kissed yet?” He asked
conversationally.
 
Harry blushed, averting his gaze from the bit of Remus’ chest that was showing.
“Uh, yeah. In fifth year, I kissed Cho Chang. I didn’t really like it, though.”
 
Remus smiled. “I think you’ll find kissing a schoolgirl to be vastly different
to kissing a man.” He said, settling onto the couch next to Harry. He wrapped
an arm around Harry’s waist, turning the teen’s face to his. “Relax. I’ll be
gentle, and if you don’t like it, you can stop me. I will listen, Cub. Trust
me.”
 
Harry took a deep breath, then nodded. “Okay.” He whispered.
 
Remus leaned in and gently brushed his lips against Harry’s.
 
Harry sighed, not feeling any fireworks or anything like that, but enjoying it
nonetheless.
 
As soon as he thought that, though, Remus slipped his tongue into Harry’s
mouth.
 
There were the fireworks, the stars bursting, the angels singing, and every
other wonderful thing that went with them.
 
Harry whimpered, leaning into Remus, wrapping his arms around Remus’ neck,
pressing himself as close to the werewolf as he could get. He felt as though he
had finally been given the elixir of life, after years of dying slowly.
 
Remus broke the kiss and pulled back, panting. “Well, that was rather
stimulating. How was it?”
 
Harry blushed, realizing that he now had a prominent erection. “Um, arousing?”
He answered.
 
Remus laughed. “And?”
 
“And now you’re stuck with me.” Harry finished, wrapping his arms around the
man’s neck again. “Kiss me again, Remy.” He pleaded.
 
Remus chuckled and claimed Harry’s lips again, sampling the teen’s unique
flavour slowly this time, savouring the wet slide of tongues and the clash of
teeth.
 
Suddenly, a knock sounded at the door. Remus got up and opened it to find
Severus there.
 
Severus’s eyes fell on Harry, whose lips were bruised and moist, his face
flushed as he panted, hair more mussed than usual.
 
The Potions Master’s nostrils flared as his eyes darkened dangerously.
 
Harry’s breathing quickened further and he licked his lips, mouth hanging
slightly open as Severus’ eyes bored into his.
 
“Lupin, the headmaster wanted to see you. And Harry, I believe it’s time to
resume last night’s Occlumency lesson.” Severus said, lowly.
 
Remus walked back over to the couch, helping Harry up and giving him a quick
peck on the lips. “Be good, Cub. I’ll see you soon.”
Harry nodded, smiling happily. “Okay, Remy.”
 
Severus sneered at Harry. “Follow me.”
 
Harry followed Severus, biting his lip. ‘I wonder if he’d ever agree to being
with me. Does he even wonder if maybe I need him, too?!’
 
Severus led the way into his office. “Sit down. We need to discuss something
that came up when you were unceremoniously possessed yesterday.”
 
Harry sat, hanging his head. Severus sounded angry. “Yes, Sir?”
 
“I am one of your matches, aren’t I?” He snapped.
 
Harry looked up at him, flushing. “Yes, Sir.” He answered quietly.
 
Severus sighed, burying his face in his hands. “Potter, I do not hate you, but
I cannot be with a student in that way. It’s different for Lupin. He’s of the
light, but I am an ex-Death Eater, and even though the public knows that I
spied for the Order, they would jump at any chance to vilify me.”
 
Harry’s heart sank. He was trying not to get fired, or worse. Harry had no
choice but to respect that. “I understand, Sir.”
 
Severus looked at him. “Which is why you must not let anyone know about your
condition, lest they use it against me. I will not turn you away, but you will
follow decorum when it comes to me. Agreed?”
 
Harry smiled. “Yes, Sir!” He agreed, a warmth spreading through his chest.
 
Severus groaned. “I would not be doing this at all if it weren’t necessary for
your continuing good health. Do not make me regret it.”
 
“I won’t!” Harry said eagerly.
 
“And you still need to learn to harness your abilities. Occlumency will not be
necessary, since your aura will repair itself in time, when you receive the
attentions you need. Meditation, however, is necessary. You will study from a
few books in the library, and when you think you are ready, you will
demonstrate for me what you have learned. I will allow you no more than one
week to learn the basics.” Severus said firmly.
 
Harry nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
 
“For Merlin’s sake, Harry, call me Severus! I am not going to hold you at a
distance. Regardless of how I may seem, I am not a cold man when it comes to
lovers, and we will no doubt reach that level, in time. I will not tolerate
that level of formality.”
 
“Alright, Severus.” Harry said as the man stood and walked over to Harry’s
chair.
 
Severus smiled. “Much better. Unlike Lupin, I prefer to enjoy the wait as much
as the relationship. I will not be kissing you until you have learned to
properly meditate. Do you think you’ll survive?” He teased, leaning over
Harry’s body, hands braced on the arms of the chair.
 
Harry sighed, nodding. “I suppose.”
 
*****
 
Harry growled, sitting in front of Remus’ door, waiting for the werewolf to
finish talking to Dumbledore. He heaved a sigh of relief when the man appeared
at the end of the hallway. “Remy!” He threw himself into the man’s arms,
smiling happily. “Remy, I need to go to Diagon Alley.” He pouted.
 
Remus raised a brow. “Oh? And why would this be?” He asked, holding Harry at
arm’s length, looking at him expectantly.
 
“I still need to get my school supplies, plus Severus gave me more homework. I
also miss Fred and George, and want to check on my investment.” He said,
grinning.
 
Remus smiled at him. “Fine, then. Are you ready to go now?”
 
Harry nodded. “Let’s go.”
 
*****
 
Harry fingered the shrunken purchases in his pocket. ‘I think it’s a good thing
Remus let me book-shop alone. I never would have gotten some of these
otherwise.’ He thought.
 
Remus led Harry into the twins’ store, looking around, stunned. “Bloody hell,
it’s a bigger version of Sirius’s bedroom!”
 
Harry giggled. “Was it really this dangerous?”
 
“Worse. Not only were there pranks, but he had a few Dark items in there, too.”
Remus said lowly, as Fred spotted them.
 
George came up behind Harry, draping himself over Harry’s shoulders, and Harry
felt a warmth spread through him. This was family.
 
“Heya, mate! Remus, nice to see you looking after him.”
 
Remus smiled. “He’s too reckless for me to let him out alone.”
 
“Hey!” Harry shouted, offended.
 
Fred laughed, draping an arm around George. “Too true.”
 
Harry pursed his lips and slumped his shoulders. “Bunch of bastards.” He
grumbled.
 
Remus cupped his cheek, raising Harry’s face to his. “I love you, Cub.” He
whispered, then kissed Harry, gently, causing the brunet to sigh.
 
George raised an eyebrow. “Okay, we’re closing early today. Come upstairs and
have a drink with us and the two of you can explain when you became an item.”
He said, closing and locking the front doors with a quick spell.
 
Harry blushed. “Great. Thanks, Remy. Now they’re never going to give me any
peace.”
 
Remus laughed as they followed the twins upstairs to their apartment. “Peace
from a Weasley? Cub, you’re asking for a bit much.”
 
Fred got out a bottle of Firewhiskey and grinned. “Now, Harry, we need you to
drink as much as you can. If you don’t, we won’t be able to molest your
inebriated self, now will we?”
 
Harry rolled his eyes. “Ha, ha, very funny.” He said dryly, accepting the glass
he was handed.
 
Remus accepted the next, sitting next to Harry on the couch. Fred and George
squeezed in next to him, Fred practically sitting on George’s lap.
 
“So?” George asked, taking a sip of his drink.
 
“Harry’s a Vorago, and I am one of his matches.” Remus said calmly, taking a
drink, his eyes watching Harry’s throat as the teen swallowed his latest sip.
 
Fred snorted. “Right. Like he would have lasted two years without his matches.”
He said. When Remus remained silent, he gaped at Harry. “Really?!”
 
Harry nodded. “That’s why Siri’s death hit me so hard. I was already having
issues with not having the contact I needed, and because of my bond with
Voldemort I couldn’t find my matches through dreams. I think I might be getting
the dreams now, though.” He finished, thinking of his dream last night, which
might mean that Draco Malfoy was one of his matches, as well.
 
George whistled. “Wow, Harry. That’s tough. You’re okay now, though?”
 
Harry smiled. “Yeah. And I think I’ll find the rest soon enough, anyway.”
 
He jumped as the Floo roared to life, and Bill stepped through, brushing  soot
from his clothes. “This is ridiculous. Did you booby trap the damn thing?! Oh!
Harry! Remus!” He grabbed a glass and poured a drink for himself. “Fancy
meeting you here!”
 
“Bloody- One hell of a ride, I’ll tell you!” Charlie grumbled, stepping out of
the Floo. “Next time we plan to visit, try not to kill us, yeah?!” He snapped,
glaring at Fred. “You two, honestly. And I thought you loved us.”
 
George pushed at Fred, making the other man stand so that he could pour a glass
of Firewhiskey for Charlie. “Forgot you were coming, sorry. We have visitors.”
He said, indicating Harry and Remus.
 
Charlie smiled at them. “Hey. Long time, no see! How are you two?”
 
“Together.” Fred answered for them.
 
Bill chuckled. “About time, too. Remus has been watching you lustfully for
years, Harry. Bit sad to watch, really. I thought he didn’t stand a chance,
poor sod.”
 
Remus smiled at him. “So did I. But Harry’s a Vorago, so he ended up with me
for good.” He finished, brushing a lock of hair off Harry’s forehead.
 
Charlie wrapped an arm around George’s waist, pulling him close. “Where’s my
kiss? I’d hate to think my own brother doesn’t love me anymore.” He purred.
 
Bill sat up, glaring at him. “Sorry, George, he’s already had a bit to drink.
Charlie! Company!” He snapped, glancing at Harry.
 
George shrugged. “I think we can trust him.” He said softly, then kissed
Charlie on the lips, gently. “I missed you.”
 
Charlie smirked. “I know.”
 
Bill sighed. “Great. Bloody wonderful. If Mum hears about this, we’ll all be
disowned.” He groused.
 
Fred sat on his lap, wrapping an arm around his neck. “Ah, but we know Remus
won’t tell, and Harry’s trustworthy.”
 
Bill seethed as Fred kissed him. “I don’t know why I put up with you guys.”
 
Charlie snorted. “Because you love us, and no one else will have you.”
 
“Excuse me?! I’ll have you know, I had to turn down two dates to make it here
tonight!”
 
Charlie pouted. “Two?! I only had one!”
 
Harry snorted. “Tragedy, that.”
 
Fred rolled his eyes. “Hush, you. You have everyone on Earth falling at your
feet, unlike us mere mortals.”
 
Harry assumed a mock-suffering look. “It’s not easy, being a God among men.”
 
Remus smirked. “Wonder who you had to interview to discover that.”
 
Harry just shrugged. “See if you ever get laid, then.”
 
*****
 
“I think you’ve had enough to drink, Harry.” Bill said, taking the glass of
Firewhiskey out of his hand.
 
“You should go get something to eat.” George added, from his place under
Charlie’s mouth.
 
Harry pursed his lips, pouting, and walked into the kitchen. He smiled when he
found a can of mandarin oranges, thanking every deity known for Arthur’s
obsession with Muggles. He set it on the counter and turned to look for a can
opener, but crashed into Fred, knocking him down and falling on top of him.
 
Fred’s eyes widened as Harry just stared at him, not moving from where he was
sprawled on top of him. The teen’s eyes were focused on his mouth.
 
Fred licked his lips, nearly moaning when Harry’s pupils dilated as he watched
Fred’s tongue.
 
Suddenly, Harry was leaning down, claiming Fred’s mouth, and oh, Merlin, he was
whimpering!
 
Fred froze, his entire body becoming hard as a rock.
 
“Harry, you find anything ye—Oh.” Bill said softly, raising an eyebrow before
turning to the other room. “Remus, I think I may have found another of Harry’s
matches, and I need your help to detach them.”
 
Remus rushed into the kitchen, snorting when he saw Harry shamelessly frotting
against Fred’s stunned speechless body.
 
“I’ve got him, you take the twin.” He said, picking up Harry easily.
 
Harry cried out in despair as he was pulled off of Fred, reaching out to the
man.
 
“Harry, calm down. He’s taken, sort of. We need to discuss this. Calm, Cub.”
 
Harry calmed down, Remus’ hand caressing his back doing wonders to help.
“Sorry.” Harry whispered.
 
Fred sighed. “Remus, do you think..?”
 
“Probably. Cub, it’s common for Vorago to have several mates in the same
family. It helps to keep the energies you receive from rejecting each other. I
think you may have more matches here than you think. The question is, how
many?” Remus explained.
 
Harry blushed. “So I’ve got to kiss everybody?” He whispered.
 
George got up and sat next to him, laying a hand on Harry’s shoulder. “We won’t
force you to, but it’s the easiest way.”
 
Harry nodded. “Alright. Okay. Fine. I’ll do it.” He said softly. He drew a deep
breath.
 
Before he knew what was happening, George was pinned to the couch, being
snogged by Harry, who had launched himself at the other twin with no warning.
 
Harry broke away suddenly, panting and looking at him with bright eyes. “Well,
that’s a yes.” He said.
 
Charlie knelt in front of Harry. “Good thing you’re so cute.” He said,
grinning. He brushed his lips against Harry’s, dipping his tongue inside when
the teen opened for him.
 
Harry moaned, wrapping his arms around Charlie’s shoulders.
 
Charlie pulled away, smiling. “Alright. Bill?”
 
Bill grabbed Harry’s hand and pulled the teen to his feet. He wrapped his arms
around Harry’s waist. “Never thought I’d have this chance. I feel blessed.”
 
Harry moaned as Bill’s mouth descended onto his, claiming him roughly.
 
“Well.” Remus said.
 
“Indeed.” Charlie added.
 
“Damn, that’s hot.” George whispered.
 
Fred tackled said twin to the floor, mauling him with his hands and mouth.
 
Bill finally raised his head and smiled. “Well, now we can all enjoy bringing
both Harry and Remus into our play.” He smirked. “How fun.”
 
Remus chuckled. “Yes, along with Severus Snape.” He added.
 
The twins raised their heads interestedly. “Really? Cause he’s hot.” Fred said
eagerly.
 
Harry growled, launching himself at Remus. “I WANT SNOGGING, NOW!!!!” He
shouted, then fastened his mouth onto Remus’.
 
Charlie laughed. “Demanding little thing. He’s definitely a submissive lover.”
 
Bill smiled wickedly, twining a hand through Charlie’s hair and lowering his
face. “You would know, wouldn‘t you?” He whispered, then kissed Charlie,
gently.
 
***** Lucius' Way *****
“My head.” Harry moaned, opening bleary eyes and looking at the three naked men
tangled together on the floor, Remus’ shirtless body on the couch, and his own
boxer-clad self on the loveseat, bite marks adorning his chest. “Oh, no. What
did we do?” He asked.
 
Bill came out of the kitchen, bringing him a potion and a cup of coffee. “Mad
snogging session that ended with you being devoured. Don’t worry, we brought
you off without taking you, sucking you, or otherwise having any form of actual
sex. We want you to be completely sober for that, not completely pissed.”
 
Harry blushed, taking the potion and coffee with a mumbled thanks. “So, now
that we’re all together and I kind of need you around..?”
 
“Remus discussed it with us after you passed out. Charlie is going to help
Hagrid teach, so Hagrid can have a dragon of his own, the twins are going to
teach spell creation, and help Remus with Animagus training, and I was already
accepted for Defence.” He said, sitting next to Harry. “We’ll be there if you
need us.”
 
Harry nodded. “We should get back today. Severus will kill me if I‘m gone much
longer.”
 
*****
 
Harry sighed, seeing the note the black screech owl had dropped on his plate.
It was written in an elegant hand, in emerald green ink.
 
‘Come to my rooms immediately.’
 
Harry sighed, leaving his lunch and heading down to the dungeons, feeling like
he was walking to his death. He had tried to learn to properly meditate, but
had only really managed it twice.
 
Severus was waiting outside his rooms. “Follow me.” He said coolly.
 
Harry followed him silently, eyes downcast, stomach churning with nervousness.
 
Severus closed the door. “Sit in front of the fire and meditate. I will see if
you have fully learned to achieve an altered state of consciousness.”
 
Harry sat on the rug in front of the fire, keeping his eyes open as one book
had suggested, and staring into the fire as his focal point. He concentrated on
the movements of the flames, not letting any other thoughts intrude, and slowly
began to drift.
 
He was lost in a vast world of nothingness, but he could feel things happening
to him, as though he were experiencing them through a fog.
 
He was dodging a spell, laughing, shooting one back at his opponent, glee
shooting through him as his opponent’s once-red hair became blue and white.
 
He was staring into space, thinking of the full moon, coming in just two days’
time, and wondering if his mate would be safe from his urges.
 
He was watching the teen he had lusted after for two years, staring into his
fire, lost in a meditative trance, pride filling him as he saw that it was
indeed a success.
 
He was kissing his brother, lost in a haze of pleasure, moaning softly as his
shirt was removed, his long hair spreading around his head like an auburn halo.
 
He was telling his father about the dream, no, vision he had experienced last
night. The one where Harry and several other men, his Godfather included, had
been welcoming his father and himself into their lives, sharing sexual exploits
and their bodies with them willingly.
 
Harry suddenly broke out of his altered state, gasping. “Lucius!” He said in
shock.
 
Severus looked at him sharply. “What?!” He asked, his voice strained.
 
Harry looked up at him, his eyes wide. “Lucius and Draco… I need them…” He
whispered, still not fully aware of himself.
 
Severus cursed. “Harry, you must nottell Dumbledore about them! He will use the
information to hurt them, perhaps even get them thrown into Azkaban if he
knows!”
 
Harry gasped. “No!” He shouted. “I won’t let that happen! I need them, Sev!”
 
Severus gritted his teeth. Draco was the only person to ever call him that,
which meant that Harry had been seeing the truth. He had not only gone into a
successful meditation, but had completed what Severus was going to try to teach
him: How to use his bonds to find his Matches, and discover what they were
doing at any time.
 
He sighed. “Harry, where are they?”
 
Harry pursed his lips, thinking. “Malfoy Manor, third floor library, near the
Floo.”
 
Severus nodded. “Would you like to go with me?”
 
Harry blushed. “Would that be safe?”
 
“I will protect you from Lucius, if need be. Draco cannot do much to harm
anyone, as of yet.” Severus drawled.
 
“Sure, then” Harry said softly.
 
Severus walked over to his desk, pulling out a silver amulet, inlaid with a
crest. He held it out to Harry. “Grab hold.” Harry obeyed, quickly. “Portus.”
 
Harry stumbled as his feet hit the ground.
 
Severus smirked. “This is the receiving room. By now Lucius is aware of our
presence. I can only wonder what he makes of your joining me, however.”
 
Harry smiled dryly. “I doubt he or Draco would be surprised.”
 
Lucius came striding into the room, Draco in tow. “Severus. Mr. Potter.” He
said Harry’s name slowly. “Why are you here?”
 
Harry’s eyes fell on Draco. “Dray.” He whispered.
 
Draco’s eyes widened and he drew a deep breath. “That wasn’t a dream?”
 
“I dreamt it, too.” Harry said softly. “I’m a Vorago.”
 
Lucius gasped. “How did you find us so late, then? You should have known two
years ago.”
 
Severus sighed. “His bond with the Dark Lord blocked him, redirecting the
dreams.” He answered. “However, Harry now knows that you two are for him.”
 
Draco smirked. “Well, if my vision was correct, then, so are you.”
 
“Indeed. However, I have not even kissed Harry.” He said smoothly.
 
Harry turned to him, scowling. “Yeah, why? I earned it. That was a successful
meditation, as you can see.”
 
Severus smiled. “Indeed it was.” He said, then placed his hand at the back of
Harry’s neck, pulling the teen in for the kiss he had earned.
 
Harry felt Severus’s lips touch his, and moaned. Severus took the chance,
slipping his tongue into Harry’s mouth, savouring the taste of the teen.
 
“I think I want to kiss him. Father?”
 
“Go ahead, Draco, if he will let you.”
 
Harry broke the kiss, looking at Draco and nodding.
 
Draco smirked and walked up to Harry, cupping his cheek. “My Father and I will
thoroughly defile you, Baby.” He purred, then kissed him, gently. “But first, I
want to worship you.” He whispered. “And hopefully you’ll be spending the first
night of term in the Slytherin Head Boy’s room, with me. Is that okay with
you?”
 
Harry nodded, panting.
 
Severus smirked. “We should be getting back.”
 
“One moment, Severus.” Lucius walked up to Harry. “I want to see you back here
bright and early tomorrow morning. One hour before breakfast. Bring Harry with
you.” He said. “You know we need to talk.”
 
Severus’s lips tightened. “You can’t honestly think-”
 
“If it wasn’t his way, then why were we chosen, hm? I think he needs it, from
us.”
 
Draco frowned. “Father?”
 
“It’s not your concern, Draco. Harry will tell you later, if he wishes.” Lucius
said firmly.
 
“Yes, Sir.” Draco said petulantly.
 
*****
 
“How do you feel, Carus?” Severus asked, letting Harry into his rooms at ten
till seven.
 
Harry shrugged. “Fine. Little cold in here.” He said.
 
Severus raised an eyebrow. “Come here.” He said, holding his arms out.
 
Harry stepped into his arms, blushing.
 
Severus lifted Harry’s chin with a finger. “Did you read up on Vorago, Mr.
Potter?” He asked in his classroom voice.
 
“Yeah.” Harry answered defensively. “I’m not stupid!”
 
“Mm. And what did it say about feeling cold?”
 
Harry thought for a second, then blushed again. “Oh.” He needed the attention
of one of his matches.
 
“Indeed. We have ten minutes. That should be long enough to tide you over.”
Severus mused, then kissed Harry fiercely.
 
Harry gasped as heat flooded through him, moaning into Severus’s mouth. He
clutched at the man’s shoulders.
 
Severus explored Harry’s mouth, leading him to the couch and pushing him down
without ever breaking the kiss. When Harry was lying on his couch, he finally
broke the kiss, moving down to the base of Harry’s neck, licking and nipping
the skin there.
 
Harry moaned, lifting his hips. He whimpered when Severus’s hand crept under
his shirt, sliding up to play with his nipples.
 
Severus moved back up to Harry’s mouth, giving him one more deep kiss and
helping him up. “We should go.”
 
Harry nodded, unable to form a more coherent response, as his brain was still
buzzing pleasantly.
 
“Floo to the Leaky Cauldron. Dumbledore thinks we’re shopping today. I don’t
doubt he’s got at least my Floo monitored.” Severus held out the pot of Floo
powder.
 
Harry nodded again, grabbing a handful of Floo powder.
 
*****
 
Lucius smiled as Harry stepped out of his Floo, shakily. “Ah, Mr. Potter. Sit.”
 
Harry sat on the loveseat that was facing the black leather chair that
obviously belonged to Lucius. He looked up expectantly in time to see Severus
come through the Floo.
 
“Severus.” Lucius smiled. “Are you ready to destroy a little piece of the
Golden Boy’s innocence?” He purred.
 
“I really wish you wouldn’t do this.” Severus replied wearily.
 
Lucius sighed. “He needs to be told, Severus. I don’t think I can be any other
way.”
 
Harry frowned. “’He’ would really like to know what you’re talking about.” He
said, interrupting them.
 
Lucius called for a house-elf.
 
“Yes, Master?”
 
“Harry, this is Cattie. Please refrain from freeing her. Cattie, we’ll be
taking breakfast in here. Make sure there’s enough for three.” Lucius said,
turning to Harry as she popped out. “Now, we need to discuss just what you are
expecting of us as your Matches. Because there is something about Severus and I
that you should know.”
 
Harry frowned. “What? You aren’t impotent, are you?”
 
Severus sighed. “Lucius, I could really use a drink before we discuss this.”
 
Lucius chuckled, getting up and walking to the cabinet in the corner. “Scotch?”
He asked.
 
“Please.” Severus replied.
 
Lucius looked at Harry. “Do you drink scotch? I have Firewhiskey, if you would
prefer.”
 
“Firewhiskey.” Harry said, flushing at the look in Lucius’ eyes as the man took
in Harry’s physique.
 
Lucius turned back to the drinks, smirking as he hummed in satisfaction. “Ah,
Severus, shall I?” He asked, holding up a vial of a smoky liquid.
 
Severus got up and took the vial, sniffing the contents. “If you are going to
insist on it, use mine. It lasts longer and will not leave us with a headache.”
He said, handing Lucius a vial of a similar liquid, only it was clearer.
 
Lucius smiled. “You spoil me.” He said happily, slapping Severus’s ass as the
man turned around to walk back to his seat.
 
Severus spun around, eyes narrowed. “Now is not the time.” He growled.
 
Lucius chuckled. “It’s always time for me, Severus.” Lucius purred, adding two
drops of the liquid to his and Severus’s drinks, then handing one to Severus
and bringing the undistorted Firewhiskey to Harry.
 
“What was that?” Harry asked.
 
Lucius concealed a playful smirk behind his glass. “It’s called flirting.” He
responded.
 
Harry stared at him, an eyebrow raised expectantly.
 
“Oh, the vial, right. It’s something you will be introduced to yourself, in
time. It is a drug, called Spice, and is used to increase pleasure and heighten
all physical sensations. However, it is too powerful to be used on a virgin
such as yourself.” He replied, sipping his drink.
 
Harry nodded, drinking his own, undistorted drink.
 
“So.” Lucius said, setting his drink down on the table. “We need to discuss
sexual preferences. Harry, are you familiar with the term BDSM?”
 
Harry’s eyes widened. “Yes. I’ve been interested in it for about a year now,
but I haven’t tried it yet.”
 
Lucius flashed Severus a triumphant smirk. “And what position interests you?”
 
Harry flushed, but held his gaze. “Submissive, Sir.” He answered firmly.
 
Lucius stood, walking back over to the liquor cabinet. He took out a mahogany
box, bringing it over to Harry. “I have been waiting a long time to find
someone worthy of wearing this. As a Vorago Match is forever, you are my last
option. I believe that, should you accept, it would suit you wonderfully.” He
tapped the box with his wand, then opened it, looking at the contents fondly,
before turning it to face Harry.
 
Harry gasped, his eyes widening.
 
“It is, of course, your choice.” Lucius added. “Both Severus and I prefer the
title of ‘Master’ to anything else, and we are perfectly willing and able to
share. If you agree, you will belong to both of us equally.”
 
It was an emerald green collar, with a small silver snake coiled around the
Malfoy crest hanging from it. Harry began to reach for it, then drew his hand
back. He looked at Lucius, then Severus. “What about… The others?” He asked.
 
Lucius took the box back to his seat, leaving it open on the table, Harry
eyeing the collar longingly. “You will be allowed to lay with them, of course.
I cannot stop you. However, touching yourself will be strictly forbidden. If
you need release, you will seek out one of your matches to satisfy your needs.”
 
Harry bit his lip, thinking. He suddenly stood, walking over to Lucius. He
stopped in front of him, staring silently into Lucius’ eyes.
 
Lucius held his gaze, calmly.
 
Harry lowered his eyes, dropping to his knees in front of Lucius, head bowed.
“Master.” He whispered. “Please.”
 
Lucius smiled, looking over at Severus smugly, as if to say, ‘He’s ours, now.’
He picked up the collar and slid it around Harry’s slim neck, fastening it.
 
“There are charms on this, Pet. It will be invisible to anyone who is not
already aware of it. Only when you tell someone will they be able to see it.
You will not be able to remove it yourself, so don’t even try.”
 
Harry shook his head, still facing downward.
 
“You have something to say, Pet?” Lucius asked, tilting Harry’s face up to his.
“Do not be afraid to speak. I will tell you when your silence is required.”
 
Harry bit his lip. “Master, I would never try to remove it!” Harry said,
honesty shining in his eyes.
 
Lucius smiled tenderly. “Good. Do not keep your eyes down. I want to see them,
Pet. They are lovely.”
 
Harry flushed. “Thank you, Master.”
 
Severus growled in annoyance. “You need to kiss him, Lucius. Only then will he
be able to decide who is to be his first.”
 
Lucius looked up at Severus, still holding Harry’s chin in his fingers. “Ah?
Are we eager? You want to know if you will be the one?”
 
Severus glared at him, then turned his face away.
 
“Very well.” Lucius chuckled. “Up, on my lap, Pet.” He said, releasing Harry
and patting his lap as he leaned back.
 
Harry gulped and sat on his lap, squeaking as he was turned to straddle the
man, eyes widening.
 
Lucius chuckled. “There. That will do nicely.” He purred, sliding his hand
around to cradle the back of Harry’s neck.
 
Harry moaned, tilting his head back, letting Lucius support the weight as he
discovered that the back of his neck was extremely sensitive.
 
“Delightful.” Lucius whispered, then brought his mouth down on Harry’s,
thoroughly exploring his mouth, mapping out every centimetre and dedicating it
to memory as he discovered the sweetness of his Vorago’s mouth.
 
Severus watched, letting himself finally revel in the fierce joy that he and
Lucius would be giving the boy something that no other matches would be willing
or able to. Something he needed, to be fully satisfied.
 
Harry mewled into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Lucius’ neck, pressing
himself firmly against the man as he was flooded with that wonderful, familiar
warmth.
 
When the need for air became acute, Lucius broke the kiss.
 
Harry shuddered, then stiffened in Lucius’ grip.
 
***** Discussions and Firsts *****
Lucius watched, entranced, as Harry’s eyes were swallowed by black as his
pupils dilated, completely obscuring the green. The Vorago turned his head,
looking over his shoulder at Severus. Lucius shivered. The movement had been
smooth, graceful and positively feline, not to mention overwhelmingly sensual.
Apparently Lucius had indeed been the last of his matches, as the Vorago in him
was finally brought fully to the surface.
 
Harry quickly climbed down from Lucius’ lap and walked over to Severus, his
slim hips swaying. He licked his lips, staring at Severus, then leaned down,
kissing the surprised Potions Master. He moaned into the kiss, whining when he
was gently rebuffed.
 
Severus smirked. “Thank you, Carus. While I am flattered, you must eat
something before expending the energy I will require of you. Breakfast will be
here shortly. Until then, we have much to discuss.”
 
Harry growled in annoyance, but sat down, curling himself against Severus’
side, staring hungrily at Lucius.
 
Lucius smirked. “I think he’ll prove to be very needy, indeed. We’ve chosen the
perfect sub.”
 
“I think it’s more him that chose us, Lucius.” Severus said, smiling as he
carded his fingers through Harry’s hair, hearing the soft sigh that Harry let
out at the action.
 
“We need to discuss what we will and will not do.” Lucius said firmly. “Right,
Severus?”
 
Severus sighed. “Indeed, that’s exactly where I was going with that. I myself
will not have anything to do with either defecation or urination, as that is
appalling, nor will I spill your blood intentionally, Carus. I believe Lucius
feels the same?”
 
Lucius nodded. “I do. Also, I do not like using paddles or floggers, so if I
feel the need to punish you, you will be feeling my bare hand on your lovely
arse.”
 
Harry moaned at that thought. “Yes.” He whispered.
 
Severus chuckled. “I will, however, use a paddle if I feel it is warranted. I
do not flog or whip, either. However, I do enjoy orgasm denial, although I am
kinder than Lucius. I will use a spell to prevent you from coming. He makes you
stop yourself, and you get spanked if you cannot comply.” He said wryly.
 
Lucius chuckled. “You’d certainly know all about that, wouldn’t you? Never did
learn the control I tried to teach you.” He said, amused. “Both of us are into
bondage, Severus will likely blindfold you as well as gag you, while I like to
leave the eyes visible, except on rare occasions. You may still get gagged with
me, if I feel you’ve been insolent or I just want you muffled.”
 
“Both of us enjoy communal bathing, so you will have to lose your modesty
around us, which you will in time, anyway. We will both use handcuffs
occasionally, and if you want, we both enjoy piercings.” Severus continued,
then he shared a long look with Lucius, nodding before he turned back to look
at Harry. “Also, you will, at some point, take both of us in your body at the
same time.” He said firmly.
 
Harry’s eyes went from drowsily content to wide and fearful in an instant.
“What? Is that even possible? It’ll hurt!” He said, worried.
 
Lucius sighed. “Calm yourself, Pet. We will not do you damage. We have used
double penetration on submissive lovers before, as we have shared both our
lovers and our bodies in the past. We know how careful to be, and it will wait
until you are more experienced, so that you are not as tight as you will be at
first. I know it sounds frightening, but trust is very important in these
matters. Rest assured that nothing will be done without us first gaining your
consent. This will be a traditional Dom/sub relationship, meaning that youhold
all the power. If you say no, and mean it, we will honour that. We both know
and play by the rules, Pet.”
 
Severus smiled. “Is there anything we’ve missed?”
 
Lucius thought for a second. “No, that covers it.” He smiled as breakfast
appeared on the table near the fire. They all got up and moved, Harry sitting
on Severus’ lap, waiting for him and Luc to feed him whatever they thought he
needed to eat.
 
“Very good, Pet.” Lucius praised him, as Harry accepted a piece of kiwi from
his fingers. “You really do want us to completely take care of you. This
pleases me greatly.” He murmured, leaning in to kiss Harry, tasting the fruity
flavour that lingered on his tongue.
 
*****
 
Harry leaned back against Severus, sighing. “I’m stuffed.” He said, weakly.
 
“Not yet.” Severus said, chuckling. He picked Harry up. “Lucius, could we
borrow your furniture?” He asked.
 
Lucius smirked. “You can borrow my bed and my son, if you’d like.” He said,
leering at Harry. “That is, if you think you can go a few extra rounds.”
 
Harry grinned, showing off sharp, elongated canines.  “I think I can go several
times.” He shot back. “Can you?”
 
Severus chuckled. “Before we do this, one more matter needs to be addressed.
You need safewords for when we play. You are familiar with the concept?”
 
Harry smiled sunnily up at Severus. “Mm-hm! Yellow will be a pause, and red
will be the stop, just like Muggle streetlights.” He said simply. “And for an
indicator, if I should be unable to speak…”
 
Lucius smiled. Their sub had studied.
 
“How about this?” Harry tilted his head to one side, then slowly tilted it the
other way, then repeated the process once more. “Tilt it four times. It won’t
be confused with shaking my head, or nodding, and it’s a bit uncomfortable for
me to want to do it for no reason, and if you happen to be playing with my
neck, I’d only move once and stay that way.”
 
Severus nodded. “Remember those, Lucius. He may need them.”
 
“Of course. Follow me.” Lucius said, heading to his room. He stopped briefly on
the way, rapping sharply on his son’s door. “Draco, join us.” He said through
the door, then continued.
 
Harry watched over Severus’s shoulder as Draco opened his door, glaring at them
as he yawned. When he saw Harry’s seductive smirk aimed at him, he came awake
instantly, smirking back and following them.
 
Lucius led them into his room, conjuring chairs for himself and Draco. “Harry’s
instincts have told him that Severus is to be his first.” He said. “We’ve been
invited to take him after. You may proceed.” He said, sitting down.
 
Severus laid Harry down on the bed. “How very kind of you.” He sneered at
Lucius.
 
Harry giggled. “Severusssss.” He said, drawing out the last ‘s.’ “I want you
now.” He breathed.
 
Severus smirked, removing Harry’s shirt and running his fingertips over Harry’s
nipples.
 
Harry shivered, moaning.
 
Draco gulped, shifting.
 
Lucius chuckled softly. “Control, Draco. You‘ll get your turn, if you can
last.”
 
Severus growled when Harry grabbed his wand and undressed them both with a
nonverbal spell, the only thing keeping the Vorago from total nudity being the
collar gracing his neck. “Eager, are we?” Severus teased.
 
Harry grinned unabashedly. “Of course.” He answered quickly. “I want you in
me.” He stated, then his look grew heated. “Five minutes ago.”
 
Severus chuckled darkly. “Be careful, Mr. Potter.” He drawled in his classroom
voice, his lips barely a breath away from Harry’s.
 
Harry licked his lips, his tongue brushing against Severus’s lips as he did so,
causing him to mewl helplessly at the taste of the man.
 
“Another stunt like that and you may just find me taking you dry.” The Potions
Master growled.
 
Harry raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think I’d mind much, Sir.” He whispered.
 
Severus smiled, brushing the backs of his fingers along Harry’s cheek. “You
aren’t ready for me to be rough with you. Not yet.” He said softly. He moved
downward and took the tip of Harry’s cock in his mouth, sucking lightly.
 
Harry moaned loudly, his hips moving in a highly sensual circular motion.
 
Severus used one hand to pin them down, bringing the other up to Harry’s mouth.
He pulled his head away from the teen’s cock long enough to instruct him. “Get
it wet, Carus. I’m not using lube just yet, but I’d rather not see you hurt.”
 
Harry took the finger in his mouth, sucking and licking eagerly, whimpering
when Severus duplicated the actions on his cock. He finally pulled his head
away from the finger, unable to stand it anymore, and shouted in pleasure. It
quickly turned into a scream of release when Severus’s finger slid into him,
the man finding his prostate immediately.
 
Severus chuckled. “Looks like you’re just made for pleasure, Carus.” He purred,
licking up Harry’s seed.
 
Harry whimpered as that honeyed voice flowed over him, the words carrying no
meaning to him, yet still dripping with sinful promises. “More.” He whispered
softly, his voice sweetly begging. “Please.”
 
Severus looked up at those emerald pools, beseeching him, hopefully asking if
Severus would take him fully.
 
“Carus.” Severus breathed, carding a hand through Harry’s hair as he smirked,
his voice changing form the gentle, loving tone he had just used to a devilish,
seductive drawl. “You know you need only ask.”
 
He lubed his fingers, sliding two into Harry as the boy’s body relaxed after
his rather forceful orgasm. He quickly scissored them, adding another as Harry
came back to his senses, his breathing speeding up again.
 
Severus massaged his prostate, using his wand one last time to lube his
hardness, before tossing it to Lucius, who, used to this, was able to catch it
in one hand as his other pressed down on his own aching shaft, caught within
the confines of his suddenly too-tight trousers. He gently set the wand down on
the floor beside the chair, undoing his trousers and pulling them off, hearing
Draco’s gasp.
 
“You can do the same, Draco. If you think you can control yourself.” He added,
slowly fisting his hard cock, watching his son look from him to the two dark-
haired figures on the bed, then back to him before shaking his head quickly.
 
“I couldn’t, Father. Not just yet. I’m too close already.” He confessed, his
breathing ragged.
 
Lucius smiled proudly. He was holding up well, and keeping his true state
hidden impressively, considering how untried he was as of yet. “There is no
shame in admitting that now, Draco. I am proud that you have lasted this long.”
He turned back to the display on the bed. “They are lovely together, are they
not?” He asked softly.
 
Draco let out a shaky breath as he watched Severus align his shaft with Harry’s
entrance, nodding. “Beautiful.” He whispered in awe as Severus slowly sank into
the welcoming passage.
 
Harry keened, wrapping his arms and legs tightly around Severus’ body, his back
arching as his head fell back.
 
Still Severus kept going, slowly, savouring the agonizing feeling of Harry’s
flesh parting willingly before his delicate entry.
 
Harry’s breath caught, before he whispered, for Severus’s ears only: “You were
the first one. As soon as you told me what I was, I knew. You were mine.” He
pressed his lips gently to the base of Severus’ neck, placing a barely-there
kiss on that sensitive patch of skin, and Severus thrust home, burying himself
fully in the slim, supple body beneath him.
 
Harry cried out, his limbs tightening before they fell away from Severus’ body,
and Harry whispered, loudly enough for it to carry through the room. “Severus.
Take me to ecstasy.”
 
Severus growled, hands grasping Harry’s hips, fingers digging in tightly, as he
thrust, quickly and deeply, pounding into Harry’s no-longer-virgin body with
enough force to damage the boy, if he had been anything other than resilient
enough to withstand any treatment his matches could dish out.
 
Harry was moaning with every breath now, high-pitched staccato noises conveying
his pleasure to the other two men in the room, making Draco gasp as his hard
length throbbed, and causing Lucius to let out a long, low groan himself as he
ached to drive himself into the young, supple body that was even now arching at
an impossible angle as the brunet screamed, his body liquefying as his release
coated his belly.
 
Severus thrust once, twice, three times more into that tight, sweet body,
before he, too, fell into the abyss of undeniable pleasure, no, rapture,
joining Harry in his post-coital haze.
 
Harry moaned, opening his eyes to see Lucius standing over them, staring into
his eyes with dark intent, still fisting his hard cock slowly, but with
purpose.
 
Harry sucked in a breath at the evil smirk gracing the man’s handsome face.
 
“My turn.”
 
Harry smiled, pushing Severus off of him.
 
Severus sighed, rolling off of the bed and coming to his feet in one fluid
movement. “Pushy little bottom.”
 
Lucius smirked, running a hand over Harry’s side. “You’re a mess, Pet.” He said
fondly. He quickly swept his wand over Harry’s body, murmuring a cleaning
spell, then smiled. “There. That’s much better.”
 
Harry grinned up at Lucius. “So, are you gonna take me, or just stare at me?”
He taunted. Lucius growled, laying down next to Harry and kissing him gently,
just brushing his lips over Harry’s before slipping his tongue into Harry’s
willingly opened mouth.
 
Harry moaned as Lucius’ tongue slid against his, then continued to map out his
mouth, slowly tracing his teeth, before retreating, leaving Harry breathless.
 
Lucius chuckled, running his thumb over Harry’s moist lips, his eyes darkening
with hunger when Harry’s tongue snaked out to lick the questing finger. “Pet,
you are sorely tempting me to just climb atop you and ravish you until we are
both hoarse from screaming our pleasure.”
 
Harry stretched his arms over his head and arched his back, pointing his toes
downward, the movement looking sensually feline. He smiled wickedly. “Then why
don’t you do it?”
 
Lucius gently grasped Harry’s cock, sliding down the teen’s body to take it
carefully into his mouth.
 
Harry whimpered.
 
Lucius deep-throated him and growled, reaching down to gently roll the lightly
furred balls in one hand as his other hand moved to Harry’s entrance, still
slick with Severus’s rapidly-cooling seed. He quickly cast a wandless cleaning
charm and lubed his fingers, sliding one into Harry.
 
Harry gasped, bucking his hips. “Master!” He choked out.
 
Lucius stilled, hearing Draco’s gasp.
 
Shit.
 
“Father?”
 
Lucius sighed, raising his head. “Yes, Draco, our relationship is somewhat
unconventional.”
 
“He consents, Draco. If we explain the rules and coach you for awhile, we may
let you play, too. With proper supervision, of course.” Severus said.
 
Draco met Severus’s eyes, biting his lip, then looked away. The next words were
spoken softly. “I… Think this is one area where I don’t take after my father.”
He admitted.
 
Suddenly, Harry let out a high-pitched moan, drawing their attention to the
fact that Lucius had buried himself balls-deep in his ecstatic sub.
 
Draco choked. “Gods.” He breathed, staring at them raptly.
 
Severus hummed in approval. “Indeed. They look wonderful together.” He said
softly. “Just imagine how it will feel when you get your turn. Sliding into
him. He’s tight, Draco, tighter than you’d believe. And so hot.” He whispered,
lips brushing against Draco’s ear as he leaned in close.
 
Draco flushed. “Actually, I think I want him in me.” He said. “Is that wrong?
He can top, can’t he?”
 
Severus raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Yes, he can top. I didn’t think a Malfoy would
let him, though. I must admit to being a bit jealous.” He said, stroking
Draco’s cheek.
 
Draco bit his lip. “Will we be able to sleep with others?”
 
Severus smirked. “So long as they’re Harry’s matches, I foresee no problems.
Otherwise, Vorago tend to be a bit on the jealous side.”
 
Draco smiled slightly. “Then after Harry’s had me, you can have me, Sev.” He
said, ducking his head.
 
Severus smiled, watching Lucius as he slowly rolled his hips forward, pushing
into Harry slowly. “I think I would like that very much.” He replied.
 
Lucius started picking up speed and became one with his baser urges, letting
them take him over completely as he pounded wildly into Harry.
 
"Ohh…" Draco moaned loudly, ecstatic at the thought of Harry doing the same to
him.
 
Lucius reached down, circling the base of Harry’s cock tightly. “Wait for me.”
He whispered. “It’ll be worth it.”
 
Harry nodded feverishly.
 
Lucius let go of him and began thrusting as fast and hard as he could.
 
Harry gritted his teeth, fighting as hard as he could to hold off his orgasm.
 
Lucius growled, reaching up with one hand to grasp a handful of Harry’s thick
hair. He leaned down and spoke in Harry’s ear.
 
“Come now, Pet.”
 
Without a single touch, Harry arched his back and screamed, his release rushing
over him as Lucius sighed, reaching his own climax in a much more subdued
manner.
 
Harry sighed, squirming under the blond as Lucius continued to nip at bare
skin, chuckling.
 
“Look, Severus, he’s nearly insatiable. How wonderful.” He said, delighted.
“You should invite his other matches over. I have a feeling he won’t be
satisfied until he’s lain with us all.”
 
Harry whined, and Lucius gave him one more quick kiss on the lips, then got up
and cleaned him.
 
“Draco, he’s all yours.”
 
***** The Marathon *****
Chapter Notes
     There is no excuse.
     I humbly apologize.
     Please don't hate me! I'll give a new chapter of all the sex.
     (And yes, I know I skipped Bill's scene, I'll give him an extra one
     later to make up for it, okay?)
Draco walked over to the bed, crawling over Harry’s resting form, and kissed
the brunet, hesitantly.
 
Harry growled, grabbing Draco’s shoulders and flipping him over in one fluid
movement. He crouched over the surprised teen, nuzzling his neck and breathing
in deep, then laying his tongue against the base of his neck, drawing it up to
Draco’s jaw, leaving a trail of wetness as he went.
 
Draco shivered.
 
Lucius watched, realizing that the rumours about Vorago knowing what kind of
lover their matches wanted was true. Draco wanted someone to lavish him with
attention, and Harry was falling into the role perfectly.
 
Harry continued to lick, nuzzle and gently bite Draco’s unresisting body,
slowly blazing a trail down to his cock, which was already hard and leaking by
the time Harry got to it. Harry buried his face in Draco’s groin, inhaling and
then smiling up at Draco wickedly, before he swirled his head around the tip,
then suddenly engulfed the entire cock in his mouth in one movement.
 
Draco cried out, hips bucking violently, as Harry’s mouth added suction to the
wet warmth surrounding him. “Gods, Baby, that’s—Ah! Too much, too much!” He
cried, fisting his hands in Harry’s hair and pulling.
 
Harry raised his head, looking at Draco with eyes that were purely black, the
pupils so dilated that they obscured the green completely.
 
Severus knelt down in front of the fire and firecalled Remus. “Lupin, Harry’s
claiming his matches. Gather the others and bring them to Malfoy Manor, I’ll
meet you in the third floor library.”
 
Harry hardly noticed the Potions Master leaving, as he sucked on Draco’s thigh,
leaving a purple mark that was sure to last at least a week.
 
Once he was satisfied with the mark, Harry flipped Draco over again, grabbing
the blond’s hips and raising him onto all fours. He spread Draco’s cheeks,
exposing his virgin hole.
 
Draco swallowed. “Please, Baby.” He whispered, pushing back hopefully.
 
Harry licked over the hole, lapping gently, then gaining strength, swirling his
tongue around and making Draco sigh and moan. When Harry’s tongue slid past the
tight ring, Draco barely noticed, so caught up in the pleasure he was feeling
that he didn’t care what was causing it.
 
Harry laved the area, coating Draco’s outer hole and the beginning of his
passage with copious amounts of saliva. When he was finally satisfied with his
work, Draco had become a shivering mass of pleasured blond.
 
Harry wandlessly cast a lubricating charm and turned Draco over, spreading the
blond’s legs as he took his place between them.
 
Lucius smiled, watching them. “Wrap your legs around his waist when he enters
you, Draco. It both allows for deeper penetration and will allow you to move
with him more easily.”
 
Harry slid slowly into Draco, letting him adjust as he went, then stilled when
he was fully in, waiting for a sign from Draco that it was okay to continue.
 
Draco moaned and wrapped his legs around Harry’s waist, arching his back, as
Harry’s cock slid just a tiny bit further into him.
 
Suddenly, Harry was thrusting, fucking Draco hard and fast, and Draco was
screaming out his pleasure almost loudly enough to bring the Manor down.
 
Severus stormed into the room angrily, followed by a werewolf and four
Weasleys, and stopped short. “Dear Merlin, they look gorgeous together.” He
breathed, watching in admiration as the Weasleys and Remus licked their lips
hungrily. It had already been decided that they’d take Harry in whatever order
he decided, but seeing him balls-deep inside Draco forced them to realize that
Harry truly was a creature of pure sexuality now.
 
Harry grasped Draco’s thighs, using them to angle the blond’s hips so that he
could thrust even deeper, and positioning Draco so that his cock was
effectively held between their two bodies, rubbing against them as they moved.
 
Draco keened at the new sensation, only lasting four more strokes before he
climaxed hard, bringing Harry along with him.
 
Harry collapsed on top of Draco. “Mm.” He licked Draco’s nipple lazily. “More.”
He decided, looking behind him. He smiled seeing the rest of his matches
watching him lustfully. “Hello. Who’s next?” He asked eagerly.
 
Remus looked around at the others, then shrugged. “You should pick, Cub.”
 
Harry smiled slowly, then whispered something in Draco’s ear.
 
Draco flushed, meeting Severus’ eyes. “Sev, can you take me to the bathroom? I
need a shower, but I don’t think my legs can support me right now.” He said
softly.
 
Severus’ eyes darkened and he grabbed the lithe boy, picking him up easily.
“We’ll be back later.” He said to the rest of the room at large, leaving.
 
“Hmm… I want Remus next.” Harry said.
 
Remus gulped, then walked up to the bed, leaning over Harry and kissing him
gently.
 
Harry moaned into the kiss, arching upwards to rub his body against Remus’. He
broke he kiss, then whispered. “Do it.”
 
Remus sighed. “I’m sorry if I hurt you, Cub. I’m not fully in control right
now. Tomorrow is—“
 
“The full moon.” Harry purred. “Should I get on all fours for you?” He asked,
licking his lips.
 
Remus groaned. “Fuck, yes.” He growled.
 
Harry rolled over and rose up. “Hurry up with it.” He said, looking over his
shoulder.
 
Remus knelt behind Harry, pulling his cheeks apart and tracing a finger over
the red ring of muscle. “It’s not sore?” He asked gently.
 
Lucius chuckled. “Vorago do not get sore. He can take anything we can give
him.”
 
Remus smiled and leaned down to lap at the hole.
 
Harry gasped, pushing back. “Oh, yes!” He keened, feeling that slick tongue
probe inside and begin lapping at his inner walls.
 
Bill licked his lips. “Damn.” He whispered, eyes flickering over to Charlie.
 
Charlie nodded, then walked up to Bill, grabbing a handful of his long hair and
pulling him into a rough kiss.
 
Bill gasped into Charlie’s mouth. “He’s so hot!” He whispered against those
lips.
 
Charlie pulled back. “I know.” He said eagerly. “I can’t wait. He’s gorgeous
and passionate. We are very lucky.”
 
Fred grinned. “So is Harry. After all, he gets four Weasleys, and we all have
one thing in common.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows as he adjusted himself
lewdly.
 
Bill rolled his eyes. “Size isn’t everything, though.”
 
Charlie nodded. “But we know what we’re doing with them, as well.” He
confirmed. “So he’ll be very happy.”
 
“Inside me!” Harry ordered, getting the redheads’ attention as Remus positioned
himself at the teen’s entrance and pushed in slowly. Harry moaned, arching his
back and opening his mouth in a silent scream as Remus slid in to the hilt.
 
Harry hung his head, groaning as Remus slid out halfway, then back in, holding
Harry’s hips and guiding the teen in movements that perfectly complemented his
own.
 
Suddenly, Harry gasped and arched, then shivered, whining softly.
 
Remus heard the noise and froze, his eyes turning from the light green they
currently were to a bright amber that seemingly glowed, as he tightened his
grip on Harry and growled, then began thrusting into the teen feverishly,
jarring Harry’s body with each movement.
 
Harry cried out his pleasure with every thrust, pushing back against the
werewolf to meet his movements eagerly. “Ah, Moony! More! I need more!” He
yelled, then let out a long, loud yell of completion as he came copiously,
spraying his seed onto the bedspread underneath him.
 
Remus’ eyes dulled back to their normal hue as he stilled, gasping a few times,
then guided Harry to lie facedown on the soiled blanket, their bodies still
joined. “Gods, Cub.” He sighed softly. “Did I hurt you? I’m sorry. Moony took
over.”
 
Harry hummed in satisfaction, shaking his head with a grin. “Mm, no. It was
great.”
 
“I want him next.” Bill said, stepping forward to stand next to the bed.
 
Harry looked up at him, then nodded. “Okay. But you’ll have to wait a few
minutes. We’re a bit… Stuck.” He said, grinning.
 
Bill frowned. “Stuck?”
 
Charlie choked back a laugh and Severus sighed. “Weasley, the werewolf took him
over, and it is very close to the full moon. Surely you know what happens after
dogs ejaculate?”
 
Bill looked confused for a moment, then his face flushed. “Oh. Really? You
knot?”
 
Remus pursed his lips. “When Moony takes over or is close to the surface, yes.”
He said resignedly.
 
Fred sniggered. “You know, that’s kind of hot.” He said.
 
Remus placed a soft kiss to the back of Harry’s neck and carefully pulled out.
“Thank you, Cub. You have given me a true gift by accepting me, and I hope not
to lose it.”
 
Harry turned and wrapped his arms around Remus’ neck, whispering into the man’s
ear: “You’d never lose me, Remus. Neither will Moony. I love all that you are.”
 
Remus pulled away and nodded, then gestured to Harry. “Bill, you may proceed.”
 
*****
 
Severus grabbed the shampoo and poured a small amount into his hands, rubbing
them together to form a lather before he began massaging it into Draco’s hair,
kneading the scalp with strong, sure fingers.
 
Draco tilted his head back, sighing. “Merlin, Sev, no one’s washed my hair in
years.”
 
Severus chuckled, leaning down to whisper in Draco’s ear: “I’m glad I could
please you.”
 
Draco turned around, sliding his arms around the man’s naked body, glad that he
had joined him in the shower with only minimal pleading. “If you want, I’d love
to have you please me in a different way.” He purred, flushing a bit at his
bold words.
 
Severus smirked. “I think I could be… Of service in that area.” He replied. “If
you aren’t injured, of course?”
 
Draco wriggled, testing. There was still a hint of soreness, but it was hardly
noticeable. “No, I think I’m fine. So will you? Be of service, I mean.” He
asked, smirking up at the older man.
 
Severus chuckled. “Oh, I’ll service you very well, Little Dragon.” He growled,
picking up the slender boy in his arms and carrying him, still dripping wet, to
his bed.
 
Draco shrieked as he was dropped onto his bed soaking wet. “Sev, you’ll ruin my
sheets! They’re silk!”
 
Severus snorted, pinning Draco to the bed with his own body. “Draco, shut up.”
He ordered, kissing the blond until he had no choice but to obey.
 
Draco moaned, arching up against Severus’ body, rubbing himself against the
man’s hard cock and whimpering when Severus pinched his nipples in punishment.
“Ow! Sev, please fuck me.”
 
Severus pulled away, frowning. “No.” He replied.
 
Draco’s mouth fell open in shock. “No?! What do you mean ‘No?!’”
 
“No, I will not ‘fuck’ you.” He replied. Seeing the distraught look on Draco’s
face, he quickly finished his explanation. “You are too precious to me for me
to fuck you our first time together. However, I will make love to you.”
 
Draco searched his face for a few moments, then smiled. “I suppose that’s
acceptable, as well.” He decided, wrapping his arms around Severus’ neck again,
drawing the man down for a long, languid kiss.
 
*****
 
Harry moaned as Charlie’s tongue pressed against his hole, slipping in easily.
 
Charlie painstakingly cleaned his brother’s seed from Harry’s body, making sure
Harry was more than ready to be taken again. “Alright, turn around.”
 
Harry groaned, forcing his brain to reengage, then turned around, leaning down
to taste himself and Bill on the Dragon Tamer’s lips. “Mm.” He sighed, teasing
Charlie’s tongue with short swipes of his own, before he retreated, chuckling
against Charlie’s mouth.
 
Charlie growled jokingly, then broke the kiss. “Alright, Angel. Climb on.”
 
Harry smirked, raising himself over Charlie’s erection. He positioned the thick
length at his entrance, sliding down, stopping when only the head was in him to
meet Charlie’s eyes.
 
Charlie’s breath caught at the evil glint in Harry’s eyes before Harry arched
his back and slammed down onto his erection, taking him to the hilt. “Fuck!”
Charlie shouted, grabbing Harry’s hips to still him.
 
Harry moaned, meeting Charlie’s eyes again, the green orbs burning with
intensity. “Let go of me.” Harry whispered, his voice demanding.
 
Charlie released him immediately, instead clenching his fists in the bed sheet
below him. “Fuck, Angel.”
 
Harry raised himself, sliding back down and repeating the process. “Oh, yes.”
He sighed.
 
Bill chuckled. “Oh, now if only I were Charlie right now.” He said, smirking.
“Wonder why he didn’t get so demanding with me?”
 
Charlie choked, feeling Harry’s inner walls fluttering around him. “Angel, if
you keep doing that—Shit!”
 
Harry chuckled, looking down at Charlie as he continued riding him. “You were
saying?” He asked sweetly.
 
“Did you just put a cock ring on me wandlessly?” He asked incredulously.
 
Harry moaned, arching back as a wave of pleasure washed over him. He sighed and
nodded, smiling at Charlie. “I don’t want you coming too soon. Besides, I like
this position. Feels so good.” He punctuated his statement with another low
moan.
 
Fred elbowed Bill, motioning toward the door to the room.
 
Bill nodded at Severus and Draco as they entered, still looking freshly-
shagged.
 
Severus looked at the couple on the bed and snorted. “Insatiable.” He muttered.
 
Draco was staring raptly at them. “Oh, I so want to try that out.” He
whispered, thinking of riding Harry hard and long. Of course, as the words hard
and long entered his head, he promptly forgot about riding anything and his
thoughts veered off in another direction entirely. “Merlin.” He groaned,
feeling himself harden painfully.
 
Lucius saw his son’s plight and chuckled softly from the other end of the room,
pouring himself a scotch as he watched the very entertaining events unfolding.
Ah, the joys of youth.
 
Remus looked questioningly at Lucius, who inclined his head in approval.
 
The Werewolf strode over to Draco and summoned an armchair, pulling the blond
onto his lap as he sat.
 
Draco squeaked, looking over his shoulder at the grinning Werewolf. “Shit!
Professor Lupin! Let go!”
 
Remus silenced the blond with a gentle kiss. “Relax.” He whispered, his eyes
staring calmly into Draco’s startled grey ones. “A Vorago’s matches always
develop attachments to each other. If Harry chooses to spend the night with
someone else, you are free to seek out any of us that you wish. I am more than
willing to be with you, any time you want.” He said.
 
Draco flushed. “Why are you telling me this?” He asked in a whisper.
 
He snapped his eyes back to the bed as Harry arched, screaming in pleasure and
releasing the cock ring he had put on Charlie.
 
Charlie cried out, coming hard, his whole body shuddering. “Oh, Merlin’s—Fuck!”
 
Severus raised an amused eyebrow. “How apt, considering Merlin himself was a
Vorago. How did you know?” He asked sarcastically.
 
Charlie just moaned, twitching.
 
Bill clapped. “Very nice show. I think Mum might be angry about you killing one
of her sons, though, Love.”
 
Harry climbed off Charlie, poking him in the side. “I don’t think he’s dead.”
He said.
 
“Guh.” Charlie replied, twitching again.
 
Harry smiled brightly. “Nope, not dead. I just screwed him silly, is all.” He
said cheerfully. “Um, but, Charlie, you have to move. It’s Fred and George’s
turn now, and I want my twins.” He added petulantly.
 
Charlie rolled off the bed, landing facedown on the floor, unable to get up.
 
Harry’s eyes widened and he leaned over the edge of the bed, looking down at
Charlie’s prone body. “Are you okay? Do you want to move?”
 
“Uhn.”
 
“Can you move?”
 
“Ghmn.”
 
“Okay.” Harry said, shrugging. “I think he’ll be fine. In about a week.” He bit
his lip. “Oops.” He added sheepishly.
 
Bill doubled over laughing. “Well, Charlie, you really showed me who the man in
this family is!”
 
Fred and George snickered, joining Harry on the bed.
 
Harry smiled widely. “Ooh, both at once? How are we gonna work it?”
 
George lay down, pulling Harry close. “You fuck me,”
 
“And I fuck you.” Fred finished, leaning over Harry’s shoulder, kissing his jaw
line gently. “Trust me, we will take wonderful care of you.”
 
Harry groaned, diving down eagerly and spreading George’s ass open as Fred held
his brother’s legs up, watching Harry devouring George’s entrance.
 
George looked at Fred, who smirked. George was always begging to bottom, but
Fred had only agreed to take him once, which had made George decide to go to
Charlie when he wanted to be fucked.
 
Now, the redhead was blissfully writhing under the Saviour of the Wizarding
World’s talented tongue. “Oh, yes, Minx! More! Fuck me with your tongue! Get me
ready for your cock!”
 
Fred just rolled his eyes, noticing Lucius staring at George contemplatively.
 
‘Such filthy words coming from his mouth. He could be fun to play with, but how
to do it discreetly…’ Lucius took a sip of his scotch, plotting.
 
Harry finally pulled away, wiping his mouth. “Lube me.” He said, holding out a
hand to Fred.
 
Fred cast a lubrication spell on his palm and fingers.
 
Harry slicked his erection, then slid two fingers into George, stretching him
carefully.
 
Fred cast the same charm on his own cock and positioned himself just as Harry
removed his fingers. He trailed his fingertips over Harry’s hip, looking over
the teen’s shoulder into his twin’s clear blue eyes. “On three, Kitten. One,
two, three.”
 
Harry slid into George, groaning as Fred slid into him. “Oh, Merlin, this is
too much!” He panted.
 
Fred chuckled in his ear, biting lightly at his neck. “I guess I’ll just have
to fuck both of you then, won’t I?”
 
Harry panted, holding back his orgasm as Fred pushed him forward into George,
then pulled him back.
 
Fred noticed Harry trembling and gritting his teeth. “Okay, double time.” He
said, and quickened his pace, fucking Harry at a punishing pace, making the
brunet sob as George tightened around him, unused to going so fast.
 
George didn’t last long, coming hard onto his stomach.
 
Harry sobbed in relief, letting himself flood George’s passage with his
release.
 
Fred chuckled. “Don’t think that I’m done yet, Kitten.” He growled in Harry’s
ear, wrapping both arms around the Gryffindor’s chest and pulling him close as
he pounded into him feverishly.
 
Harry whimpered, his eyes rolling back in his head as he moaned incoherently,
lost in a haze of pleasurable overstimulation.
 
Fred finally felt his release approaching and succumbed to it as Harry swooned,
passing out in his arms.
 
George stared at Harry’s limp form in shock. “Shit, Fred, you killed him!
Harry?! Minx?”
 
Severus shoved Fred off the bed, laying Harry out and casting the spell he had
used earlier to view his aura.
 
His aura was pulsating strongly, a few of the tears beginning to heal slowly.
“He’s fine. His aura is healing right now. He needs the rest. I think we could
do with some rest, as well. Hopefully, he will only need sex once a day, if
that, from now on, since he has properly greeted all of his matches in an
impressive display of marathon sex at its best.” He said dryly.
 
Lucius smirked. “He was spectacular, was he not?” He observed, admiring the
prone body, naked except for the collar on his neck, invisible to all but him
and Severus, and Draco, who had inadvertently stumbled upon their secret.
***** Of Possessions and Safewords *****
“Mmhn…”
 
“He’s stirring, Severus.” Lucius said softly.
 
“Good.” Severus got up, putting his book down carefully and walking over to the
couch they had laid Harry on.
 
“Uhn.” Harry opened his eyes. “Mm, Sev. Luc.” He said, smiling sleepily up at
them.
 
Severus chuckled. “You were out for almost twenty-four hours. We had to tell
Dumbledore that Draco was one of your matches, and that you were going to stay
here awhile to get to know him better.”
 
“The old coot was beside himself with glee.” Lucius sneered. “He lapped it up.”
 
Harry sighed, stretching lazily. “Hm, where is Draco?” He asked.
 
Lucius winced. “He went to stay with the Weasley twins. Seems you’ve awoken a
hunger he didn’t know he had.”
 
“You’re just angry that your son is an insatiable bottom, Lucius. Do shut up.”
Severus looked back down at Harry. “How do you feel?”
 
Harry grinned. “Great.” He stomach disagreed, causing Harry to blush. “Hungry.”
He amended.
 
Severus nodded. “It’s amazing how many calories sex burns, when you’re at it
for seven hours.”
 
“That long? Seemed shorter.”
 
“A common problem.” Lucius said, amused. “But not one that Malfoy men have ever
suffered from.”
 
Harry blinked at him in confusion. “Huh?”
 
Lucius stared at Severus in shock. “He’s still this innocent after all that?!”
 
Severus chuckled. “Gryffindors are wonderful, Luc. We can corrupt him
repeatedly, and he still won’t lose that innocence.”
 
Lucius raised his eyebrows in interest. “How very delightful. Let’s get you
fed, shall we?”
 
He called a house elf and told Harry to ask for whatever he wanted, then he led
Severus into his study to discuss their plans for Harry while he ate.
 
“He can stay here some weekends, but he’ll have to use the Weasleys as an
alibi, or it will be suspicious.” Severus said wearily.
 
Lucius narrowed his eyes. “I can stay at the cottage on Hogsmeade weekends and
he can spend a day with me then.” He suggested.
 
Severus nodded. “That might work.”
 
“I’ll have to move a house-elf there and get some supp-”
 
“I said bring me tea! What is this swill?! I should have you beheaded!”
 
Lucius and Severus ran back to the parlour to find Harry, his wand drawn,
pointing it at the house-elf, who looked about to wet herself.
 
“Tissy is sorry, Master! Tissy will iron her hands-”
 
“No!” Harry snapped. “Your feet, you worthless piece of filth!”
 
“Pet?” Lucius ventured.
 
Harry turned and Severus cursed, seeing that his eyes were silver and his face
was contorted in rage. “You!” Harry trained his wand on Lucius. “You whoreson,
worthless, weak disgrace to the family! I should have killed you when you were
born! You were never fit to take my place!” He hissed, then his eyes rolled
back in his head and he collapsed.
 
“Tissy.” Lucius said calmly. “Bring some cocoa and fruit. No need to punish
yourself. Harry is just sick.” He said, picking up the unconscious boy.
“Severus, would you mind explaining why I just had a confrontation with my very
dead father?”
 
Severus groaned. “His aura was severely damaged in the final battle. He’s been
randomly channelling the founders and doing involuntary astral projection as
well, since then. That is how I discovered his condition. I was to teach him
Occlumency to help him repair the torn areas.”
 
Lucius smirked. “Ah. So, he’s mentally unstable. Not surprising.”
 
“He’s not—Okay, yes, he is. But it is not permanent.”
 
“Calm down.” Lucius smiled at Tissy, who handed him a plate of fresh fruit.
“Very good. Pet, do you like watermelon?” He asked, holding a piece of the
fruit to Harry’s lips.
 
Severus licked his lips as Harry’s lips parted and he began suckling at the
fruit, still unconscious. “Sweet Merlin, Vorago really do become wholly erotic
once they find all their matches.” He whispered.
 
Lucius chuckled. “I think I won’t mind if he doesn’t wake up. He still sucks
well enough.” He winced as Harry’s mouth opened and he bit into the fruit. “Or,
perhaps not.” He decided.
 
Harry chuckled, chewing. “Pervert.” He said weakly.
 
Severus smirked. “Why, Lucius, we’ve been played.”
 
Harry opened his eyes to look at Severus. “Not really. I woke up to find myself
sucking on fruit. Last thing I remember was asking for tea and maybe some cake,
not watermelon.” He said, frowning. “Who happened?”
 
Severus smirked. “Astute. Abraxas Malfoy happened. You tried to behead Tissy
and threatened to kill Lucius.”
 
Harry looked at Lucius, horrified. “I’m sorry.” He said softly.
 
Lucius nodded. “And you will be punished. When you can walk independently.”
 
“But I—“
 
“Possession does not imply independent movement.” Severus interrupted.
 
“Fuck you.” Harry snapped.
 
“You most certainly will not!” Severus said, affronted. “I do not bottom for
schoolboys!”
 
Harry grinned. “So, you’ll bottom for me when I’m out of school?” He asked
hopefully.
 
“Of course.” Severus said sweetly. “As soon as it rains lemon drops and
Dumbledore wears solid-coloured robes.”
 
Harry scowled, accepting the grape Lucius offered, as well as the fingers
holding it.
 
“Ow! Severus, he has rather sharp teeth, and I do like having ten fingers.
Please refrain from needling him until he can feed himself, or I will punish
you as well. Perhaps even if front of my Pet.”
 
Severus paled. “My apologies.” He said quickly.
 
Lucius raised an eyebrow. “Continue.” He demanded.
 
Severus’s eyes dropped to the floor demurely. “My humble apologies, Master.” He
said softly.
 
Lucius nodded. “You are forgiven, Severus. Do not forget your place again.”
 
“Yes, Master. Thank you.” Severus said, flushing as Harry realized just how
close Lucius and Severus were.
 
*****
 
Draco giggled as Fred turned Slytherin green, while his hair turned neon
orange. “How atrocious!” He gasped, clutching his sides.
 
George shrugged. “That’s the point.”
 
Fred pinned Draco to the couch, force-feeding him a candy, sniggering as Draco
turned pink, and his hair became dishwater grey. Draco snarled when he was
released, lunging for Fred.
 
“I’LL KILL YOU!!!”
 
*****
 
“I can walk on my own, I swear! Just put me down!” Harry tried to wriggle out
of Lucius’ grasp.
 
“So you can collapse on my floor in an unattractive lump of student? I think
not.” He said firmly. “I wonder, would you be fighting harder if you were being
taken to Voldemort?”
 
Harry glared at Lucius, pouting.  “Not if I had just had sex with so many
people that my head was still spinning!” Harry snapped.
 
Lucius stopped walking, grabbing Harry’s chin and turning the teen’s head to
face him. “I do not like your tone.” He told the teen softly, a warning in his
voice.
 
“Well, tough luck!” Harry snapped.
 
Lucius smirked. Oh, he remembered this from Severus, although, to be fair, with
the other man it had taken several months to get to this point.
 
Harry was challenging him. He needed to be shown just why he had submitted and
who he belonged to. Which meant the spanking had to come from the one who
specialized in punishment, not him.
 
“SEVERUS!”
 
Harry froze as Lucius began walking in the other direction. “Shit!” He
squeaked, redoubling his efforts to wriggle from the blond’s arms.
 
Lucius chuckled, holding Harry in a firm grip.
 
Severus leaned out of Lucius’ bedroom with a glass of scotch in his hand,
raising an eyebrow. “You bellowed, Your Majesty?” He drawled.
 
“I suspect that being with his other matches caused him to wonder what we can
give him that they cannot.” Lucius said, letting the other man get away with
his snarky comment.
 
“Ah.” Severus said softly. “We’ll have to show him, then.”
 
“Indeed.”
 
Harry cursed as he was unceremoniously dumped onto the bed, bouncing lightly.
 
Severus quickly took one side of his body, Lucius the other, binding his wrists
and ankles to the bedposts, leaving him defenceless.
 
Harry gulped. “What are you going to do to me?” He whispered, equally scared
and aroused.
 
Severus smiled. “Whatever we wish.” He answered softly. He looked at Lucius.
“Certain compromises will need to be made.”
 
Lucius sighed in disgust. “Fine, you can use the damn spell, but only if I get
you tonight.”
 
Severus flushed, his eyes flickering to Harry, then he nodded. “Very well.”
 
“Sev, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I understand why.” Harry said
softly. Then he grinned. “For the exact same reason that I deliberately
provoked Luc: You need it.”
 
Lucius looked at Harry, lips pursed and eyes narrowed. “You naughty little
Slytherin.” He said, impressed with Harry’s cunning.
 
Harry grinned saucily at him. “Well? Aren’t you going to spank me?”
 
“If he did it, it wouldn’t be a punishment.” Severus purred. “He enjoys
spankings for pleasure. I am the one that uses them as a punishment.” He
quickly immobilized Harry, tuning him over and binding him back up, facedown on
the bed. “Bring me the paddle, Luc, if you please.”
 
Harry sighed, burying his face in the pillows. “Fuck.” He grumbled, the sound
muffled by the cloth against his face.
 
“And foul language raises the count to fifteen.”
 
Harry raised his head as high as he could, craning his neck to look at Severus.
“What?! You can’t do that!”
 
“Backtalking, another five.”
 
“Blast.” Harry sighed, dropping his head back onto the pillows. This was going
to hurt.
 
*****
 
“Ow, Master, please!”
 
“Thirteen.” Luc intoned dispassionately.
 
Severus smirked, bringing the paddle down on the opposite cheek.
 
“Please, please, stop!” Harry sobbed, tears soaking the pillow beneath him.
 
“Stop is not your safeword, Carus.” Severus reminded him.
 
“Fourteen.” Lucius added.
 
“I swear, I’ll never challenge you again, Master! Just please—Ow!”
 
“Fifteen.”
 
*****
 
Harry pouted as Severus wiped the tears off his face gently. “That hurt.” He
complained.
 
Lucius sighed, running a hand though Harry’s hair. “It was supposed to, Pet. If
it doesn’t, then it isn’t a punishment.”
 
“What do you have to say for yourself, Carus?” Severus asked gently, the Latin
word for beloved reminding Harry that he was still loved, even though he had
misbehaved.
 
“I’m sorry. I won’t be rude anymore.”
 
“And?”
 
“I won’t backtalk you again.”
 
“And?” This time Lucius was asking.
 
Harry ducked his head. “I won’t oppose your authority over me again.”
 
Severus sighed. “I suppose asking you to cut back on the foul language won’t
work?”
 
Harry blushed. “It wouldn’t last very long, with the company I keep.”
 
“Point taken.” Lucius said, thinking of George “filthiest-mouth-in-Europe”
Weasley.
 
Severus smiled, placing a soft kiss on Harry’s lips. “I’m proud of you, Carus.”
 
“Hm? Why?” Harry asked.
 
Severus smirked. “I’ve had several bottoms before you, but none of them were
ever able to take that hard a spanking without using their safeword.”
 
Harry flushed, smiling. “Really?”
 
Severus nodded. “Yes, really. You’re special, Carus. There’s a word for people
like you, and do you know what it is?”
 
Harry shook his head, wide-eyed.
 
Lucius bent his head to whisper in Harry’s ear: “Resilient.”
 
Severus smiled. “And for a sub, that is one of the best compliments you can
receive.”
 
Harry flushed. “Oh.” He had a small, happy smile on his face.
 
Lucius chuckled. “Severus, I think we should leave the playing for another
time. Preferably when you have not just spanked him into oblivion. He’s bound
to be tender right now, and we wouldn’t want to hurt him.”
 
Severus sighed. “Of course not. Carus, are you ready to go back to Hogwarts? We
really can’t stay here any longer. The students will be arriving in a week, and
I have lessons to plan and supplies to restock, not to mention I should get
started on the next batch of Wolfsbane.”
 
Harry stood, swaying a bit. “You might need to carry me.”
 
Lucius snorted. “Good thing you’re so light.”
 
“Lucius, bring me the Portkey to my rooms, please.”
 
 
***** Close Call *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
“And why are we doing this?”
 
“Because,” Bill sighed, for the third time in ten minutes. “It’s hot, I like
it, I’m sure Severus will like it, and I think you’ll like it, too. Trust me.”
 
Harry raised an eyebrow as they stood in front of the piercing parlour. “I’m
not sure…”
 
“Love.” Bill knelt in front of the brunet, hands clasped together against his
chest, eyes wide and pleading. “Just one tiny nipple ring? For me?”
 
Harry rolled his eyes, grinning. “As much as the begging thing turns me on, it
doesn’t work on you.” He teased. “Get up, let’s get this over with.”
 
Bill stood, smiling. “Awesome! Come on!”
 
*****
 
“So, where did you and the Weasley brat go?” Severus asked, when Harry nearly
bounced into his rooms.
 
Harry giggled, shaking his head. “Uh-uh. Not telling. You’ll have to find out
on your own.”
 
Severus gave the teen a hot once-over. “And just how am I supposed to do that?”
He asked, stepping closer, inhaling Harry’s unique scent.
 
Harry looked up at him from under his lashes. “I can think of one way.” He
whispered. “Master.” He added, coyly, trailing a finger down Severus’ chest.
 
Severus smirked. “Well, I may just have to—“ He glared at the door as the
insistent knocking from the other side killed the mood.
 
Harry sighed, walking over to the door behind Severus.
 
“What?!” Severus growled, opening the door.
 
“I wanted to know if you knew where Harry was.” Draco said softly. “I just got
settled, and Dumbledore suggested that I find him and make sure he’s… Stable.”
The blond said, hesitantly.
 
Harry slipped in front of Severus, smiling. “I’ll show you later, Sev! It’ll be
worth it, trust me. Why don’t you go visit Luc while I’m busy?” He added,
smirking. “Come on, Dray, show me your common room.” He said eagerly. “Why are
you here early, anyway?”
 
Severus growled, glaring daggers after the two of them. Then, he smirked. “They
do make quite the striking pair.” He said to himself.
 
*****
 
“So, whatever happened to that aborted dream of ours?” Harry purred, running
his hands up Draco’s clothed chest and undoing the buttons of his shirt as they
lay together on the rug in front of the fire, defiling the Slytherin common
room.
 
Draco shivered. “You weren’t a virgin when I got to you, so you knew what to
do. I didn’t have to show you.” He explained, gasping as Harry lightly bit his
nipple.
 
Harry looked up at him with bright eyes. “What if I want you to show me?” He
whispered, licking his lips.
 
“You want me to top you?” Draco asked, blinking in shock.
 
“Why not?” Harry asked, all playfulness gone. “I’ve topped you. Seems only
fair.” He said, reaching down and cupping Draco’s rapidly hardening cock
through his jeans. “I want this in me, Dray.” Harry said, then whispered. “I
want you to make my dream come true, and so much more.”
 
Draco groaned. “Merlin, after a request like that, how the bloody hell am I
supposed to say no?”
 
Harry grinned. “You aren’t. That’s the whole point.”
 
Draco growled and rolled them over, grinding down onto Harry. “If that’s what
you want, I can do it. But I hope you’re sure.”
 
Harry groaned at the knocking coming from the door. “Go away, already! I want
to fuck, dammit!” He shouted, as Draco got up, laughing.
 
“Am I to assume that I interrupted something when I came looking for you?”
Draco asked, walking to the door, leaving his shirt hanging open.
 
“And I’m getting bloody sick of it!” Harry confirmed, crossing his arms over
his chest, watching Draco’s ass from where he sat, refusing to move.
 
Draco opened the door and blushed. Bill was there, holding two red roses, and
smiling. “Heard you were back, so I decided to ask a question that’s been on my
mind for a while, now.” He said to Draco, handing him one rose and walking past
him to Harry. “Of course, I also wanted to ask you, since it requires all three
of us.” He added, handing the other rose to Harry, who blushed.
 
“What is it? And why the rose?” Draco asked, slightly shocked by the romantic
gesture.
 
“It’s a triad, and because I really like you, and think you’re hot.”
 
Harry frowned, watching Bill take a seat on the couch. “What’s a triad?”
 
Draco walked back towards Harry, a pensive look on his face. “It’s a long-term
relationship consisting of three people, usually formed when one party cannot
choose between two potential partners, and all three share an attraction to one
another.” He said, thoughtfully. “But in our case… How would it work? Harry has
other matches to consider.” Draco said.
 
Bill nodded, “He does. And that’s why I wanted to ask you two before any others
propositioned you, Draco. I love Harry, but I know that due to what he is, he
cannot be monogamous and healthy. He needs all of us, but you, Draco, do not. I
have always thought you to be a lovely boy, and you’ve grown into a stunning
young man. I hated the feud between our families, and had it not been for that,
I would have asked this long ago. Will you eater into a triad with me and
Harry, should he agree, and give us sexual exclusivity?”
 
Draco looked at Harry, nervously chewing his lip. “How do you feel about this?”
He asked, unsure.
 
Harry shrugged. “You decide. This is really just between you and Bill. I’m
going to have both of you either way, but being together without the others is
going to be something between you two. I’m fine with whatever you say.”
 
Draco frowned. “I haven’t really gotten to explore my sexuality much, and I
don’t know much about how to please someone older and more experienced, but if
you’re willing to teach me, and be patient, I think that could work.” He said
quietly, looking down at the rose.
 
Bill beamed at Harry, who smiled back at him.
 
Draco was shocked when Bill stood up, wrapping his arms around the blond, and
kissed him happily.
 
Harry watched proudly as Draco melted into Bill’s embrace, returning the kiss.
 
Things were certainly changing, and he found that he was happy knowing that
things would never be the same for any of them.
 
*****
 
Draco raised an eyebrow, eyeing the platinum ring though Harry’s left nipple.
“Did it hurt?”
 
“A little.” Harry admitted, looking down at it. “But only for a second. And it
wasn’t bad, just a pinch. Of course, when we got out of the shop, Bill decided
to yank on it, and that hurt a lot more.” He snapped, glaring at Bill.
 
Bill smirked unrepentantly. “Oh, you know you like a little bit of pain with
your pleasure.”
 
Draco grinned at Harry, looking pointedly at the collar that Bill still
couldn’t see. “He’s remarkably astute, for a Gryffindor.”
 
Harry blushed. “Don’t you dare say another word.” He whispered.
 
Draco gave him an innocent look. “About what, Baby?” He purred, wrapping an arm
around Harry’s waist and pulling him close to whisper in his ear. “Oh, you mean
the arrangement you have with my Father and Sev?” He asked.
 
Harry groaned. “Yes.” He said firmly.
 
“Mm, my lips are sealed.” Draco said. He bent and began flicking the nipple
ring with his tongue, making Harry gasp and tremble.
 
“Oh, shit.” Harry squeaked.
 
Bill chuckled. “Oh, did I forget to mention that it feels nice when someone
plays with it?” He asked. “Sorry, forgot.”
 
Harry glared at him over Draco’s shoulder. “Really hating you right now.” He
said, then cried out as Draco bit him, laughing evilly against his chest when
he cursed, pulling the blond’s hair.
 
Bill watched Harry and Draco playing with each other, their foreplay light-
hearted and fun rather than seductive.
 
He decided to join in, walking up behind Draco and grabbing the blond around
the waist, lifting him up and carrying him to the couch, dropping him on the
leather with a wicked grin.
 
Draco screamed, jumping up. “Bloody fucking hell, that’s cold!” He yelled,
glaring at Bill, who was laughing.
 
“Don’t care. Get used to it!” Bill said lightly, tackling Draco and pushing him
down on the couch, using his body to pin him there.
 
“Hey, get off him!” Harry shouted, pulling Bill off of Draco, causing the
redhead to tumble to the floor. “I had him first!”
 
Draco blinked in surprise as Harry straddled him.
 
Suddenly, both boys were off the couch, Harry falling on top of Bill, who had
pulled them down, Draco on top of the pile.
 
Harry grinned. “Oh, yes! A Harry sandwich! I like this game!”
 
*****
 
Harry shivered, pulling the covers up to his neck and curling into a ball,
trying to sleep in. Then, he stiffened.
 
Cold.
 
Very cold.
 
Shit!
 
He rolled out of bed and grabbed a robe, pulling it on before rushing out of
the room. By the time he got to the portrait, he could see his breath misting
before him and his teeth were chattering.
 
‘Why did I choose to sleep alone tonight?! Oh yeah, I wanted Bill and Draco to
have a night to get acquainted, Remus is still recuperating from the full moon,
and Sev is at Luc’s. I should have stayed with the twins.’ Harry mentally
berated himself, trying to decide where he should go.
 
Suddenly, he stiffened, and a shudder wracked his body as he lost control.
 
//Stupid boy.// Salazar huffed in Parseltongue, closing his eyes and feeling
for the closest match.
 
‘Ah, the Dragon Tamer is finally here.’ He thought, pleased, heading toward the
room quickly, feeling fingers and toes rapidly numbing.
 
He paused before the portrait keeping him from his need, and glared at it. //
Open before me, your Master!// He ordered in Parseltongue, and the portrait
opened.
 
He swept in, startling the redhead.
 
“Angel?!”
 
“Does your little lover really know how to command the castle? I think not,
Dragon Tamer.” Salazar sneered. //Idiot.// He hissed.
 
Charlie blinked, then coughed delicately. “You must be Salazar Slytherin, then.
Pleased to make your acquaintance.” He said politely.
 
Salazar chuckled. “No, you’re not. But your Vorago needs you. He is quickly
fading. I am going to leave him, and you will lie with my heir immediately, do
you understand?” He said urgently.
 
Charlie nodded, fear for Harry shining in his eyes.
 
Harry’s eyes closed again, then he sagged a bit and they opened. He looked
around with eyes that couldn’t fully focus. “Charlie?” He asked weakly.
 
“Shh, come on, into bed, Angel.” Charlie whispered, guiding him into the bed
and quickly removing both of their clothes, pulling Harry against him and
kissing him.
 
Harry gasped, heat flooding his body, chasing away the deadly chill.
 
“How long?” Charlie asked against his lips.
 
“Um, I played around a bit with Dray and Bill today, but I haven’t… You know,
since last night.” He admitted.
 
“Foolish Angel.” Charlie murmured, grabbing his lube and quickly lubing his
fingers, sliding one into Harry.
 
Harry arched, moaning. “Oh, yes!” He whispered, tears of pleasure sliding from
beneath closed eyelids. “Mm, I need more.”
 
Charlie added another, quickly stretching Harry, as the Vorago desperately
pleaded for more. Finally, he was able to smoothly slide into Harry’s body, the
Vorago keening as he was entered, arms and legs wrapping around his Dragon
Tamer, lips seeking out Charlie’s hungrily.
 
Charlie kissed Harry gently, moving slowly and shallowly within him, unable to
move much, but unwilling to break Harry’s hold on him. A slow, gentle round of
lovemaking was fine with him, and if Harry needed it, he was more than able to
provide.
 
Harry moaned softly, his tongue twining with Charlie’s as the kiss gentled and
slowed, Charlie’s hands sliding into his hair, strong fingers massaging his
scalp, making him tilt his head back, leaning into the touches.
 
“Angel, you need to have intercourse with someone at least once every twenty-
four hours, and to be honest, with what Severus told me about your aura being
damaged, you shouldn’t be without one of us at all, at least until all the
tears are healed. Instead of keeping you healthy, most of the energies you get
from sexual touches are going toward healing your aura, and they won’t last as
long, since so much is being diverted.” Charlie whispered, moving slowly so
that Harry could take in what he was saying.
 
Harry, nodded. “Mm, okay. I won’t do it again. Faster?” He asked hopefully.
 
Charlie chuckled as Harry’s arms and legs unwrapped from around him.
 
He grabbed Harry’s arms, pinning the brunet’s arms above his head, using his
other hand to slowly stroke Harry as he moved only marginally faster, teasing
Harry.
 
Harry moaned, pushing back against the hand and cock that weren’t giving him
the release he craved. “Charlie, you’re cruel!” He whimpered, struggling
slightly against the hand holding his wrists together.
 
“Angel, if you struggle, I will release you. Do you really want that?” He
warned.
 
Harry immediately stilled, raising his hips. “I want you to let me come! I’m so
close!” He wailed.
 
Charlie grinned. “Oh, really? Well, I can do that.”
 
Harry moaned happily as Charlie began fisting his cock in earnest now, pounding
into him hard. “Oh, thank you, thank you! More! Ah!” He gasped as Charlie’s
teeth sunk into his shoulder.
 
Charlie swept his thumb over the head of Harry’s cock, and that was all it
took.
 
Harry came violently, his body convulsing, clamping down onto Charlie’s cock
painfully as spasm after spasm wracked the small teen’s frame, sharp gasps
spilling from his lips as he finally stopped, still trembling.
 
Charlie pulled him close, spelling them both clean. “Are you alright, Angel?”
 
“Mm, wonderful.” Harry sighed happily, cuddling into Charlie’s chest. “Let’s go
back to sleep.”
 
Charlie frowned. “But it’s eight AM.”
 
“It’s summer. Shut up.” Harry complained sleepily.
 
Charlie smiled. “I guess I can sleep in today, then.”
 
Chapter End Notes
     It's my birthday tomorrow (June 24, may be today for a lot of you),
     so I'll be taking a day off from writing and posting. This will have
     to tide you over until I get back from spending the night at my
     sister's.
***** Severus' Foolhardy Plan *****
“Here, Kitten! Have some chocolate!”
 
Harry stared at the candy bar for a second, then noticed the brand. “No,
thanks, Fred. I’m not hungry.”
 
Fred pouted. “You never test anything. What good are you to us?”
 
Harry scowled. “I’m your financial backer. I don’t need to test products!”
 
George smirked, pulling out a vial. “How about we all test this, then?” He
asked in a whisper, showing a vial of pale blue liquid to Harry.
 
“What is it?” Harry asked.
 
Fred chuckled. “Sexual steroid. Makes it so guys can come more than once. In a
row.”
 
“If it works.” George added. “We haven’t tried it yet, but I think we have the
recipe right.”
 
Harry narrowed his eyes at the vial. “Is it safe?”
 
“Without a doubt.” George assured him.
 
Harry nodded. “Alright, then.”
 
*****
 
Fred moaned, sliding into Harry as the teen slowly lowered himself over his
cock.
 
George grabbed Harry’s hips, stilling him, then cast a charm to stretch him
further. He pressed in, sliding in alongside his brother. Harry mewled,
squirming, as Fred shuddered.
 
“Oh, Merlin.” George breathed, pulling out and slamming back in, and all three
of them came at once.
 
Harry giggled. “I’m getting soft.” He announced.
 
George collapsed on top of Harry and Fred. “Well, it’s a failure.”
 
“Now I’m sore. We’re never doing this again.” Harry said, clenching his ass
around the two cocks still buried within him. “Ever.” He added for emphasis.
“There’s just not enough room for both of you in there!”
 
Fred snorted. “Hey, George, this hole ain’t big enough for the both of us.” He
said in a voice worthy of an old western film.
 
Harry stared at him, horrified at the bad pun, then all three of them collapsed
into laughter.
 
*****
 
Harry walked into Severus’s rooms, yawning. “Why you wanted to see me at seven
in the morning, I will never know.” He grumbled.
 
Severus smirked. “I may have an idea for a way you can heal your aura before
term starts.”
 
Harry snorted. “Within two weeks? I seriously doubt that.”
 
“It is risky. But it can be done, and that way, you will be able to hide your
condition from the student body if you choose, because you will only need to
sleep with one of your matches every night, and you can go your own way during
the day.” He said.
 
“Risky? How risky?”
 
“If you are foolish, which seems to be your middle name, you will die.” Severus
said coolly.
 
“Oh. That’s not too bad.” Harry said lightly.
 
Severus glared at him. “Do not agree to this unless you understand that it is
potentially fatal, and are prepared to use the common sense that I hope is in
you somewhere.”
 
Harry shrugged. “Alright. So, what’s the plan?”
 
“If you allow one of the founders to possess you, I believe they would be able
to divert the energies you receive from your matches so that instead of the
small amount currently being redirected into healing your aura, ninety percent
would go to the healing process until it is fully repaired, thus leaving you in
control of your own body again, hopefully without any more mishaps.” He said,
hoping that Harry had the sense to ask the question that would prove that he
was understanding the concept.
 
“But wouldn’t I need to have sex constantly if I did that?”
 
Severus rolled his eyes. ‘Close enough.’ “No, idiot. That is not the only thing
that gives you sustenance. Kisses, caresses, hugs, any form of caring directed
at you will give you a small measure of energy. You will, however, need to be
in the presence of one of your matches until your aura is healed. If you are
alone, you will weaken, and die. Quickly. Faster than you’d be able to find
someone to save you.” He said softly. “It is a great risk, one that I do not
offer lightly. But in order to keep you out of the spotlight, and because your
need for our presence could be used against you, I think the end justifies the
rather extreme means.”
 
Harry nodded, thoughtfully. “How will I know if it worked?”
 
Severus smirked. “I will need you in here once a day, whenever you can make it,
to check how far your aura has healed. When the healing is complete, I will
tell you.”
 
Severus watched the young man begin pacing, staring at his feet as he obviously
weighed his decision. On the one hand, he would be free to live his life
normally, well, as normally as Harry Potter could, but at the same time, it
could just leave him dead, instead. It was a tough choice, but when all was
said and done, Severus felt that it would be worth the risk. Harry would just
have to use what brain he did have for the next week or so.
 
“Okay.” Harry decided. “I’ll let Salazar take over, since he seems to know what
he’s doing with this ‘Vorago’ business, so I think he’ll be able to figure it
out.”
 
Severus nodded. “Alright. Do it.”
 
Harry gulped. He closed his eyes and called out mentally to the castle, hoping
it would work. ‘Salazar Slytherin, if you can hear me-’
 
“Ah, Severus Snape. We meet again. Can’t say I’m terribly pleased, being a dour
man, and all. One must keep up appearances, after all.”
 
“Of course.” Severus said, amused. “I just came to an agreement with-”
 
“So I heard.” Salazar interrupted. “It’s the biggest load of rubbish I’ve ever
heard, and worthy of Godric himself.” He snapped, then smirked. “So it will
probably work.” He sat in front of the fire and fell into a meditative state
with ease, letting his consciousness slip past the state where he would have
been unable to return had he still been alive, and traveled through the
pathways of the body, heading for Harry’s magical core.
 
He stopped, staring at the pulsating white mass, that was shifting and moving,
small amounts of it being siphoned off into Harry’s aura, slowly helping it to
heal. Salazar latched himself onto a large portion of the mass and yanked
himself out of Harry’s body, dropping the mass as he hit Harry’s aura, knowing
that it would cause a bit of a leak in Harry’s magical core, and his aura would
be a bit overpowering at first, but it would repair faster that way, and magic
always refilled itself, in a month or two.
 
“Ah!” Harry fell forward, head hitting the stone floor of Severus’s rooms.
 
“Carus?!”
 
“Bloody hell, did he have to be so violent about it? I’ve been magically raped,
for all the gentleness he showed!  Right bastard.”
Severus couldn’t stop the chuckle from leaving his lips. “Magically raped?” He
asked.
 
“Yes.” Harry growled. “And just so you know, I feel like I’ve just been kicked
in the bollocks. By a centaur.” He snapped. “I hate you right now.” He said,
turning and heading out of the room.
 
“You shouldn’t be alone right-”
 
“I’m going to Draco. I don’t want to be near the cause of my battered dignity
right now!” Harry said. “It still stings!”
 
He rushed to the Slytherin common room, banging on the door. Bill opened it,
then pulled him in. “Your prayers have been answered, for he has arrived!” He
said dramatically, bowing to Harry.
 
Harry smirked. “What have you been smoking, and is there any left?” He asked
wryly.
 
Draco jumped up from the couch, flinging himself at Harry and kissing him
everywhere his mouth could reach. “Oh, thank Merlin, Baby, I missed you so
much! Save me! He’s a nymphomaniac!” He said frantically, pointing at Bill.
Then he pouted. “My arse is broken.” He finished sadly.
 
Bill frowned. “Well, you weren’t complaining last night.”
 
“But I was this morning.”
 
“No, you weren’t.”
 
“Since when is ‘ow, stop, I’m sore, you’re killing me’ not counted as
complaining?” Draco snapped.
 
Bill shrugged. “Since now.” He said. “Here, you nancy boy.” He said, chuckling,
handing Draco a pain potion.
 
Draco smiled, then downed it, sighing as his ass finally stopped burning. “Oh,
much better.”
 
“Better than Harry? I’m flattered.”
 
“Keep talking, and you’re going to be dead.” Draco growled, wrapping his arms
around Harry and walking—well, stumbling, really, since their feet were
tangled—with him to the couch where he pushed the brunet down, climbing on his
lap and doing a wonderful impersonation of a leech attached to someone’s neck
with his mouth.
 
Bill watched the two, interestedly. “Love, if you keep letting him do that,
you’ll be wearing turtlenecks till Christmas.” He said.
 
“No, I won’t.” Harry said.
 
Bill raised an eyebrow, pulling up his shirt to show Harry the dark purple mark
on his chest. “Yes, you will.” He confirmed.
 
Harry grabbed Draco’s head and pulled it off his neck, hearing an audible ‘pop’
as Draco’s suction was broken. “Hey, I’m only claiming what’s mine!” The blond
whined.
 
Bill sighed. “Harry deserves a less visible mark, like the one you gave me.”
 
“Oh, on the thigh? Alright, then.” Draco slid off Harry’s lap and knelt between
his legs, opening his trousers and pulling them off.
 
Harry grinned. “You know, I like the direction this is heading! Hey, Draco,
with that kind of suction, you must give amazing head!”
 
Draco smirked up at him, pulling Harry’s cock out and chuckling. “Let’s find
out, then, hm?” He asked, taking as much of Harry’s length into his mouth as he
could, while Bill sat on the couch next to Harry, kissing the dark-haired boy
and playing with the nipple ring through his shirt.
 
Harry melted bonelessly into the couch, savoring the attention he was receiving
from his two matches. “Mm, mrfl hrm.”
 
Bill raised his head. “What?” He asked, trying not to laugh.
 
Harry reached for him. “No, don’t stop! It’s good!” He whined, guiding Bill’s
mouth back to his own.
 
He growled into Bill’s mouth as Draco’s already impressive suction increased,
sending him over the edge.
 
Draco pulled off of Harry’s cock, wiping his mouth. “Ugh, Baby, I thought I
told you not to do that.”
 
Harry smiled down at him dazedly. “In your dreams.” He said.
 
“It was yours, too, you moron.” Draco shot back, unable to hold back a grin.
 
“I don’t recall that.” Harry said innocently.
 
*****
 
“Remy!” Harry cried out happily, then moaned as Draco bit into his neck and
pulled Harry’s hips back on his cock hard.
 
Remus laughed. “Busy, I see.” He closed the door to the Slytherin common room
behind him. “Will there be enough of him left over for me when you’re done?” He
asked Draco, watching appreciatively as Harry bounced happily on the blond’s
cock, his own waving around in front of him.
 
“I… Think so.” Draco ground out, guiding Harry’s hips as he plunged into the
tight body over and over, panting.
 
Remus smiled. “Mind if I watch?”
 
“You already are.” Draco pointed out, gasping and tensing as Harry cried out,
his cum shooting out of his cock, landing on the stone floor.
 
Draco groaned, holding Harry close as his cock pulsed, releasing his seed into
Harry’s tight body. “Fuck, Baby. You’re so hot.” He whispered in the boy’s ear.
 
Harry smiled happily, leaning back and wrapping his arms around Draco’s neck,
leaning back for a kiss, feeling soft hands slide around his chest to toy with
his nipples.
 
Remus licked his lips. “Beautiful display, boys. Thirty points each.” He joked.
 
Harry chuckled, standing and casting a cleaning charm on the mess he had left
on the floor. “Oops.” He said coyly, glancing up at Remus before lowering his
eyes again. “I made a mess, didn’t I?”
 
“It’s not a problem, since you cleaned it.” Remus said, playing along. “Like a
good boy.”
 
Draco sighed, content. “I think I need a nap, now.”
 
Harry giggled. “But, Dray, we have company.”
 
“Right. Would you mind entertaining alone, Baby?” He asked, giving Harry a
quick kiss.
 
Harry sighed. “No. I’ll go with Remy and let you sleep, shall I?”
 
Draco nodded. “After three rounds, I would hope you’d realize that I have
nothing left to offer you. You’ve pumped me dry.” He added, looking down at his
limp cock. “Wonder if I can ever get hard again?”
 
“Want to find out?” Harry asked, reaching for it.
 
“No!” Draco shouted, jumping back. “Give me some time to heal before you jump
me again! You’re worse than Bill!” He said, horrified.
 
Harry pouted. “Fine. I’m going to go hump my Werewolf, then.”
 
“Go ahead, have fun, I’ll see you when I’m done being dead.” Draco returned,
smacking Harry’s bottom affectionately as he headed for his bed.
 
Harry giggled again, putting his clothes back on. “What are the plans for
today?” He asked Remus.
 
“Well, Cub, after we see Severus, I was going to take you to get a new wand.
One that can better work with your powers now that you’ve discovered your
inheritance. When you receive one, your magic changes, sometimes a little,
sometimes drastically. It’s best to get a wand that can utilize the new makeup
of your power to its maximum effect.” He said, holding Harry’s hand and leading
the small teen out of the common room and to Severus’s chambers.
 
Harry smiled. “I think that’s a good idea.” He said happily.
 
Severus was waiting for them, obviously having been warned by Remus that they
were coming. “Hold still, Carus.” He said, sweeping his wand over Harry’s body
and looking closely at the tears in  his aura. “Fantastic. They’re healing
wonderfully. You should be fine in no more than three days, if you keep on the
way you have been. What have you been doing?”
 
Harry smirked. “Draco. And Bill. Repeatedly. In different positions. With
vigor.” He added, wiggling his eyebrows.
 
Severus sighed, covering his eyes with one hand. “Why do I even bother? He’s a
moron.” Severus said to himself.
 
Harry walked up to Severus, wrapping his arms around the man’s neck. “Kiss?” He
asked hopefully, his eyes wide and innocent.
 
Severus wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist, chuckling. “A very cute moron,
of course.” He amended, kissing Harry deeply. “Go, Carus. Get yourself a new
wand.”
 
Harry pouted. “Can I go to Lucius’ tomorrow?” He asked.
 
Severus smiled. “Why not? Now, go.” He said, pushing Harry toward Remus.
 
“I’m going, I’m going. Geez.” Harry said, chuckling as he grabbed Remus’ hand.
“Let’s go!” He chirped.
 
Remus shook his head, smiling. “You switch between moods far too fast for me to
keep up.” He said in an amused tone.
 
Harry smiled up at him. “I know. It’s part of my charm.”
 
*****
 
Harry bit his lip, looking at his new wand. He was rubbish at transfiguration,
so maybe this wand was best for him, but… He still didn’t like the thought the
wand was boosting his abilities artificially. He wanted to be good at it on his
own merits.
 
Remus brought him back to Hogwarts and led him to his rooms, guiding Harry to
his bed. “I missed you, Cub.”
 
Harry smiled at him, wrapping his arms around his neck. “You don’t have to stay
away from me just because it’s the full moon, you know. I read about Vorago who
have Werewolf matches, and the Werewolf is incapable of hurting them. Even when
Moony takes over, you’d still be safe for me to be around, because Moony can’t
hurt me. And afterwards, I think you’d enjoy having me here to take care of
you, and to prove that I love all of who you are, regardless of what you look
like. You could be weak as a babe, and at death’s door, and I’d still love you.
I want you to let me prove myself.”
 
Remus sat next to him, taking in his words. “I’m not sure you understand, Cub.
The Wolfsbane potion only keeps me from seeking out human flesh. If it were
offered, even with the potion, I’m not sure if I’d be able to resist. It still
isn’t safe.”
 
“And Moony would never hurt me. Even without the potion, Remy. You need to
understand that.” Harry said firmly. “I’ll be here next full moon, welcome or
not. If you can’t trust yourself the way I do, I’ll just have to force you to
see.”
 
Remus sighed. “How about you wait a few months? You can stay with me once I’ve
had time to get my head around it. But if I start getting dangerous, I want you
to promise me that you’ll leave immediately.”
 
Harry smiled. “I promise. And when I’m still here the next morning, I want your
promise that this defeatist attitude will disappear and you’ll swallow your
pride and let me take care of you while you’re in need.” He said.
 
Remus chuckled. “If I must.”
 
“Good.” Harry said, satisfied. “Now, I want you in me.” He declared, falling
back on the bed, arms held out to his sides.
 
Remus laughed, casting spells to rid them both of their clothes and laying atop
Harry, holding him close, lips meeting gently as they both sighed, kissing each
other deeply.
 
Harry wrapped his legs around Remus’ waist, pulling the man in close and
breaking the kiss to nuzzle his neck affectionately, breathing in his scent.
“Mm, I love the way you smell.” He breathed.
 
Remus chuckled. “Like old man and sweat?”
 
Harry glared at him. “You aren’t old! And sweat isn’t all that bad, you know.”
He added teasingly.
 
Remus smirked. “Especially when it’s well-earned.” He agreed.
 
“I want to earn some now.” Harry murmured, rolling his hips, causing his cock
to rub against Remus’, teasing them both.
 
Remus slid down to bring his face level with Harry’s chest, biting and sucking
at one nipple while his hand came up to gently rub and flick the other, making
Harry gasp at the sudden stimulation.
 
Harry whined when the touching stopped, only to look down to find that Remus
was now eye-level with his prick. He watched, transfixed, as the man opened his
mouth and took him to the root, swallowing around the head. Harry threw his
head back, letting out a loud wail. “Fuck! Do that again!”
 
Remus was more than happy to oblige. He sucked Harry, bobbing his head eagerly,
deep-throating Harry and swallowing over the head of his cock every few
minutes. He loved tasting Harry. The teen would shiver and gasp, occasionally
yelling or moaning, his head thrashing on the pillow, eyes squeezed shut and
back arching when he couldn’t help but thrust up.
 
Remus reluctantly pulled away from Harry’s hardness, grabbing his lube and
quickly slicking three fingers. He worked the first two into Harry, stretching
him, then added the third, making sure that Harry could take his cock.
 
Harry pushed back on the three fingers, clenching down on them, trying to get
more stimulation than they were able to provide. “More, Remus! I need more!” He
panted, unabashedly pleading.
 
Remus slicked himself and thrust into Harry, both of them stiffening at the
quickness of the move, as they both cried out, twin shouts of pleasure filling
the room. “Merlin, Cub! So tight!”
 
“Yes, yes, just move! Please! Feels so good!” Harry sobbed, wrapping his legs
back around Remus, holding the man close as he began to move, slowly thrusting
into Harry and pulling out, running his hands through Harry’s hair reverently.
 
“How could you ever love me?” Remus asked softly, more to himself than Harry.
“You’re so beautiful. You could have anyone, and here you are, with me.” He
whispered in wonder. “Why?”
 
Harry smiled, holding onto Remus’ shoulders to pull him close and whispering,
“Because you love me for me. And I love you for you. That’s something we both
need.” He said, then kissed Remus, tightening on him before he broke the kiss
and slid his hands down to Remus’ ass. “Now, please, fuck me hard.”
 
Remus growled at the words, grabbing Harry’s hips and pounding into him hard,
silently cheering when he found an angle that made Harry yelp or shiver or,
dear Merlin, let out one of those sexy mewling noises he loved so much!
 
Harry arched his back, words of love and encouragement and some unintelligible
gibberish falling from his lips as his brain disengaged, leaving his mouth free
to do what it would as his mind floated in a haze of pleasure and his body
thrummed with approaching release. He suddenly seized up, his body arching back
as far as it could, and he screamed, his brain fairly exploding as he fell into
unconsciousness, leaving Remus, his brain fogged up with his own afterglow, to
stare down at Harry’s limp body, covered in his own cum, Remus’ seed leaking
out from where they had just been joined.
 
Remus chuckled, cleaning them both and curling up beside Harry to wrap his arms
around the teen. “Love you, Cub.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to his
forehead.
 
“Mm.” Harry sleepily replied, smiling and cuddling closer, not even opening his
eyes as he replied. “Love you, Remy. G’night.”
 
***** Double Dommed *****
Chapter Notes
     I will be adding more, so this is the last chapter that is all made
     up of the original fic. The next chapter will be mostly old content,
     but some of it will be new. That being said, it will be taking a back
     burner to my other works, so I will update it sporadically, when I
     get a new chapter completed.
Harry smiled, walking into Charlie’s house and looking around. “Nice.” He said,
giggling when he heard crashing and laughter from the sitting room. “I’m
assuming the party is in there?” He asked.
 
Charlie groaned. “Yes, and I think my punch bowl just got decimated by the
twins.” He said, holding back wry laughter.
 
Harry kissed him, then ran into the room, stopping at the sight that greeted
him.
 
Draco was covered in punch, and it had dyed every stitch of clothing, and his
hair, light pink. He looked ready to commit murder.
 
Harry ran up to him and lowered his mouth to the blond’s neck, licking up the
punch. “Mm, yummy Draco.” He said, then cast a cleaning charm. “No killing the
twins.” He said, shaking his finger at Draco. “I need them.”
 
Draco snorted. “You only need one. Can’t I just kill one of them?”
 
Fred and George were on the other side of the room, animatedly talking to
Severus in an effort to look innocent, who looked like he was about to have an
aneurism.
 
Harry giggled. “Come on, we need to rescue Sev.” He said, pulling Draco over to
the dark-haired man. “Severus, can I sit on your lap?” Harry asked, his eyes
wide and innocent.
 
Severus walked over to a chair and sat down, pulling Harry down on him. “There.
Be still.” He whispered in Harry’s ear.
 
Draco smirked at them, flicking the crest dangling in the hollow of Harry’s
neck, then walked over to pull Bill onto the loveseat, cuddling with him.
 
Harry looked across the room and gasped, his eyes widening.
 
“I think we may be able to come to an agreement.” Lucius said, then leaned
forward to capture the Werewolf’s lips with his own.
 
Remus wrapped his arms around Lucius’ neck, moaning softly as the aristocrat
pulled him close. “Mm, I despise purebloods.” Remus gasped out against Lucius’
mouth.
 
“I despise Gryffindors.” Lucius returned smoothly.
 
“Bite me.” Remus snarled, nipping at Lucius’ lower lip.
 
Lucius pulled Remus’ hips flush against his, letting the Werewolf know just how
much the blond was affected. “I most certainly will.” He said lowly, pausing
when he heard someone loudly clearing their throat.
 
Remus turned his head to see everyone sitting in the middle of the room,
staring at them. He blushed and let Lucius lead him to the group, where they
sat on the floor next to the loveseat.
 
Harry smiled. “You two look cosy.”
 
Lucius smirked. “We’ve discovered mutual hatred can be a powerful aphrodisiac.”
He explained.
 
Severus chuckled, nuzzling the back of Harry’s head in agreement.
 
Harry leaned back to whisper in Severus’s ear. “I want them all to know.” He
said.
 
Severus froze, turning his head to look into Harry’s serious eyes. “Know what?”
He asked, just to be sure.
 
Harry silently took his hand and placed it on his throat, pressing Severus’s
palm against the crest and snake hanging from his collar. “I think a few of
them already suspect something.” He said for Severus’ ears only.
 
Severus looked up and caught Lucius’ eyes. “Harry wants to tell them.” He said,
sliding his hand down, displaying the collar to Lucius, who looked at Harry for
a long moment.
 
“If you do this, there is no going back, and we do not share, unless it is our
choice alone. And you will have to behave in front of them as you do for us
alone, if they are to know.” He said firmly. “That is the rule, Pet.”
 
Harry raised his chin proudly. “I want it, Master.”
 
There were a few gasps as Lucius smirked and stood. “Harry wears my collar.” He
said to everyone else, standing next to Harry, and all eyes fixed on the collar
they could finally see. “He belongs to Severus and myself, though we are forced
to share his body with you. We do, however, claim joint ownership of his
obedience. Up, Pet.” He said to Harry, who stood. “I am a bit displeased that
you decided to broach the subject in front of people. For that, you will get a
spanking. Only five, though.”
 
Harry’s eyes lit up. “From you, Master?” He asked hopefully.
 
Lucius smirked. “While I am angry about where you began this, I am proud of you
for how it was done. This is not truly meant to be a punishment.” He explained.
 
Harry beamed at him. “Yes, Master!” He said happily.
 
“Severus, could I use your chair?” Lucius asked.
 
Severus nodded, and stood, letting Lucius sit. “Robes up, and lay over my lap,
Pet.”
 
Harry flipped his robes up to bare his ass, and laid facedown over Lucius’ lap,
ass in the air.
 
Several groans were smothered at the sight.
 
Lucius smirked and raised his hand, bringing it down on the white bottom with a
satisfying ‘crack.’
 
Harry gasped. It stung, but it wasn’t as bad as the paddle had been.
 
Lucius smiled, rubbing the pink mark that was blooming on the fair skin. He
lifted his hand again, smacking the other cheek.
 
Harry gasped again, feeling himself start to harden as Lucius rubbed the area
tenderly. Another slap was added to the first cheek, and Harry bit back a
moan.  The next slap was to the second cheek, and Harry was unable to hold back
he soft moan that spilled from his lips.
 
Lucius smirked, spreading the cheeks with one hand and looking at the tiny
pucker hidden between them. He raised his hand and sharply smacked it, causing
Harry to cry out in pleasure and buck into his lap. He chuckled. “Up, Pet.”
 
Harry stood, his robes falling back down as he did so.
 
“Did you enjoy that?” Lucius asked.
 
Harry flushed, nodding. “Yes, Master, very much. Thank you.”
 
Lucius nodded. “Of course. You may go and play with anyone, but you will not
come. Do you understand?”
 
Harry nodded. “Yes, Master.” He turned and noticed Draco was raising his
eyebrows suggestively. He walked over, sitting in between Draco and Bill,
chuckling when George walked up to him and kissed him, massaging his now-hard
length.
 
Draco began nibbling at his neck as Bill reached up to tug at the nipple ring
that only Severus and Lucius had not discovered yet.
 
Harry shivered, his erection becoming painfully hard at the different forms of
stimulation. He wrenched his mouth away from George and shook his head. “Too
much! Please, stop!”
 
All three of his Matches froze.
 
Harry sat there, panting as he tried to rein in his desire, trying desperately
not to come.
 
Lucius chuckled. “Do you need the spell, Pet?” He asked.
 
Harry turned to him, pleading with his eyes. “Will I get punished for it?” He
asked warily.
 
Lucius sighed. “You’re young. I’ll let it slide this once.” He turned to
Severus. “If you will.”
 
Severus pointed his wand at Harry and cast the spell.
 
Harry felt the constriction around the base of his cock and breathed a sigh of
relief. “Thank you, Masters.” He said happily.
 
Severus smirked and walked up to him, grabbing his cock. “You’re coming to the
manor with us tonight.” He said softly, then kissed Harry hungrily.
 
Harry whimpered when he pulled away, panting. “Yes, Master.”
 
Fred and George pulled him onto the floor and pulled his robes off of him.
 
Severus stared at the nipple ring, wide-eyed. “Carus, what is this?” He asked,
tugging gently on it.
 
Harry gasped, then smiled up at him. “Do you like it? Bill took me to get it a
few days ago.”
 
Fred moved over so Lucius could see what they were discussing.
 
Lucius stared, his eyes darkening. “Pet, that is unbelievably sexy. I approve.
Severus?”
 
“I am more than happy with it.” Severus said, pulling Harry’s hair slightly,
forcing the boy to meet his eyes. “However, next time you will consult one of
us first.”
 
Harry licked his lips. “Yes, Master.”
 
Severus nodded and walked over to Charlie, wrapping his arms around the younger
man’s waist. “Thank you for allowing us to bring this utter depravity into your
home.” He said softly, smirking.
 
Charlie arched back, wrapping his arms around Severus’s neck. “Oh, I’m more
than happy to do this anytime. Would you let me join in sometime when you have
Harry?” He asked.
 
Severus leaned down to trace his tongue around the shell of his ear. “In what
role?” He asked in a whisper.
 
Charlie shivered. “I’d happily join Harry in his submission to you two.” He
said quietly, moaning when Severus kissed him softly.
 
“I think we could arrange something for you both.” He said.
 
*****
 
Harry tumbled out of the Floo, stumbling briefly before he found his footing
again, blushing.
 
“Strip.”
 
He briefly looked at Lucius, surprised at the command, but readily obeyed.
 
Severus watched, a small smirk playing on his lips as Harry quickly divested
himself of his clothes. “Head to Lucius’ bedroom, the same one we were in
before. You will lie facedown on the bed, with your eyes closed, and you will
not move from that spot unless we tell you to do so. Do you understand?”
 
Harry smiled. “Yes, Master.” He said eagerly.
 
Lucius swatted him on the ass. “Go.” He said fondly. “We will be there
shortly.” He called after the boy, who was almost running to the room in his
eagerness to prove that he was worthy of enjoying this night.
 
“He’s obedient tonight.” Severus remarked approvingly.
 
“He is at that, and I wonder just how far he’d let us take him. Do you think
he’d… Surely not. Not yet, at least. Do you think?” Lucius asked, the wicked
gleam in his eye leaving no doubt in Severus’s mind as to what, exactly, the
blond was alluding to.
 
Severus narrowed his eyes, his cock giving an interested twitch as he pondered
the possibility. “He might. Do you want to try? He’s young, yes, but I think
he’ll be able to handle it.”
 
Lucius smiled evilly. “Oh, I most definitely want to try. But he will not have
the spell. It would give him too much of an advantage.” He began, leading the
way toward his room. “He’ll most likely wilt at the second entry, so it’s not
like he’ll have a head start, or anything. Quite the opposite.”
 
Severus sighed. “Very well. But can we leave anything else for tomorrow? We
don’t want to push too far, after all.”
 
Lucius sighed. “Fine, Severus. Have it your way. But I’ll demand a full weekend
in recompense.”
 
Severus glared at him. “We’ll have the boy tomorrow morning, as well! Is that
not enough for your voracious appetites?!” He snapped.
 
Lucius turned, grabbing Severus’s shoulder and slamming the man back against a
wall, pressing his body against Severus to hold him there as his chest heaved.
He leaned in until Severus was wondering if he were about to be kissed. He was
almost disappointed when he wasn’t.
 
“You know very well what I want, Severus.” Lucius whispered, sliding his hand
into Severus’s hair. “And if you won’t give it to me in the privacy of my home,
while we are alone, I will demand it while I have another sub present.”
 
Severus growled at him, thrusting his hips forward in a desperate bid to free
himself. It didn’t work. “I’m not a sub!” He snapped.
 
“No.” Lucius agreed. “You aren’t. You are, however, a switch. And you will
submit to me once again or this will be done my way. Now, choose. The full
production, or a weekend with me.” Lucius’ voice turned into a seductive purr.
“You, under me, bound and gagged, completely at my mercy.” He paused to lave
his tongue over the delicate shell of Severus’s ear. “And revelling in it.” He
finished, hips rolling forward to press his hardness against the potions
master’s.
 
Severus gasped, his eyes falling shut as he groaned. “You, Master.” He
whispered, turning his face away in shame.
 
Lucius chuckled. “Still playing the part of the innocent? Perhaps you should
join Harry in his submission. Your innocence to his licentiousness would be a
delicious mix.”
 
Severus glared at Lucius’ back as the man preceded him down the hall.
 
“Come along, Severus. We don’t want to keep Harry waiting.”
 
*****
 
Harry lay down, closing his eyes as he waited for either Lucius or Severus to
make their presence known. He shivered, feeling the cold air on his back, and
gasped when a soft, warm hand made contact with his lower back.
 
“Ssh.” Lucius whispered. “You wouldn’t want me to have to gag you, after all.”
He warned.
 
Harry bit his lip to forestall any further noises.
 
Severus’s rough hands slowly cupped his ankles, sliding up to knead his ass,
Harry breathing heavily through his nose so as to keep completely silent.
 
Lucius gave Severus a pleased look, both eyebrows raised as his expectations
were exceeded. “So very responsive, you are, Pet. And yet, you hold back so
readily when asked.”
 
Harry nearly sobbed as Severus’s hands were removed and suddenly there was a
tongue tracing a wet trail up his spine.
 
“Pet,” Lucius purred, “You can make noise now.”
 
Harry whimpered, burying his face in the pillow to smother his cries of
pleasure as the tongue began heading downward again, then continued, brushing
over his entrance, slowly pushing in, then drawing out. “Master!” He cried,
eyes clenched shut as he fought against the urge to open them and see what
Lucius was doing as Severus tongued his tiny entrance.
 
“Severus?” Lucius inquired.
 
The wicked tongue stopped and as hot breath teased his hole, Harry barely made
out the words: “He’ll need to connect visually.” Spoken softly against his
skin, as teeth closed over his tender flesh, making him jerk and gasp.
 
Lucius sighed in disgust. “You take all the fun out of this.” He complained.
 
Severus chuckled lowly. “And you’re a sadistic bastard, but do you hear me
complaining?”
 
“Yes, actually.” Lucius countered. “Right now.”
 
“Alright, if you’re so bored, how about you take over here?” Severus decided.
 
There was a shifting of the mattress as the two men traded places, Lucius
taking up the space between Harry’s spread thighs.
 
Harry held his breath as he felt hands spread him again, Lucius’ this time, and
then he gasped as his eyes rolled back in his head behind closed lids. Lucius’
tongue was in him, fully, and Harry was starting to wonder if it was even
possible for it to be that long, and then it widened and lengthened, and Harry
knew that Lucius was using some kind of archaic spell meant to be a form of
horrible torture. He writhed, whimpering, as that wicked tongue fucked him
slowly, not letting up as he moaned and whined, pleading without words for
mercy.
 
Just as he was about to give in and suffer the consequences of premature
ejaculation, strong hands cupped his face and he felt thumbs sliding along his
cheekbones. He sighed happily, focusing on those hands and the imminent orgasm
was thwarted.
 
“Carus.” Severus whispered, almost reverently. “Open your eyes. Let me see
them.”
 
Harry opened his eyes, looking at Severus’s face through a haze of pleasure.
 
Severus smiled, seeing the half-lidded eyes foggy and distant. “He has a
wonderful talent, doesn’t he?” Severus asked huskily.
 
Harry moaned, then shivered as the tongue brushed his prostate. “Evil.” He said
breathily.
 
Lucius’ eyes narrowed, hearing the exchange, and his tongue paused, shifted,
then rammed into Harry’s prostate, making the boy shriek and jump. He chuckled,
spelling his tongue back to its normal size and withdrawing it from Harry’s
loosened and slick entrance. “He’s ready for us.” He said smugly.
 
Severus picked up Harry’s limp form and cradled him against his chest, lying
down with Harry atop him. “I need you to remember when we were discussing our
preferences.” He said softly. “Do you remember exactly what was said?”
 
Harry nodded, his brain slowly working again.
 
“Good.” Severus said. “You need to sit on my cock, lean forward against me, and
hold. Completely. Still.” He said warningly. “And for Merlin’s sake, don’t
tense up, no matter what. Can you do that?”
 
Harry’s eyes widened and he gulped, realizing what they were going to do. He
nodded, raising himself up and straddling Severus.
 
Lucius cast a quick lubrication charm as Harry sat back on Severus’s hard
shaft, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he watched that tight hole devouring
his best friend’s cock.
 
Harry groaned, leaning forward and kissing Severus.
 
Severus wrapped his arms around Harry, holding the teen against him as Lucius
slicked his own cock and slowly began pushing in alongside him.
 
Harry’s eyes widened and he froze, no longer participating in the kiss. Severus
pulled his mouth away from Harry’s and whispered in his ear. “Relax. Be calm.
You can handle it.”
 
Harry began shivering, trying hard not to tense up, but both Lucius and Severus
were large, and while Severus was thicker, Lucius’ cock was certainly not far
behind in that department.
 
Lucius held Harry’s hips tightly, pushing forward with agonizing slowness,
fighting the urge to just ram himself home and be done with it. In the future,
he’d be able to, but for now, he’d have to restrain himself, or he’d never get
this chance again.
 
Harry whimpered as Lucius’ cock finally stopped, and the blond sighed in
relief. “He took all of me.” He said softly, meeting Severus’s eyes.
 
Severus stared up at the man, stunned. “All?” He asked in disbelief.
 
Lucius nodded, gritting his teeth. “Yes, all, damn you! Now move, or I shall be
forced to hex you.” He snapped, sweat beading on his brow.
 
Severus pulled out a tiny bit, then pushed back in just as slowly, groaning
when Lucius repeated the action, their cocks pressed tightly together inside
Harry.
 
Harry gasped, his cock springing back to life as the two men found their
rhythm, never stilling. Harry sobbed in pleasure, feeling the constant motion
of the two cocks within him, and whimpered desperately as Lucius’ teeth closed
on the side of his neck, right above the collar.
 
Lucius pulled away, licking the mark as he felt his release quickly
approaching. He reached around and found Harry’s leaking shaft, and smirked.
“No coming until we say, Pet.” He warned.
 
Harry whimpered and nodded, tears streaming down his face at the pain and
pleasure he felt, all of it coalescing and threatening to overwhelm him.
“Master.” He choked out, further acknowledgement beyond him.
 
Severus locked eyes with Lucius and nodded, signalling that he was about to
come as well.
 
In a well-practiced move, both men stilled, pulling back as one, and thrust
home, coming in thick spurts inside their sub.
 
“Come now, Carus.” Severus demanded, and Harry cried out, his back arching,
Lucius wrapping strong arms around his chest and capturing his mouth,
swallowing his wild cries greedily.
 
Harry sighed as the two men pulled out, positioning Harry between them and
wrapping one arm around him as they spelled themselves and Harry clean, then
Lucius charmed the covers over their bodies.
 
“We’ll have to do this again.” Harry said, sleepily, grinning.
 
Lucius and Severus met each other’s eyes, smirking.
 
They most definitely would.
 
***** Hate Sex *****
Chapter Notes
     Before you ask, the last scene wrote itself, and some things about
     Vorago that come to light took ME by surprise as well, but I like it,
     so just go with it. Haha. It's been a while since this had been
     worked on, it was bound to undergo SOME changes this time 'round.
Remus smiled, folding up the letter and tucking it in his pocket as he saw
Harry and Severus enter the Great Hall, Severus looking very smug and Harry
looking very… Abused, really, would be the best word, but Remus doubted that
the teen had been unwilling.
 
He had rope burns on his wrists, love bites all over his neck, his lips were
red and puffy, and he was rubbing his eyes tiredly, a small grin on his face as
he headed toward Remus, sitting next to him with a sigh and a wince.
 
“Hey.” Harry said softly, reaching for a croissant. “I’m dead, I think.” He
said lightly.
 
Remus chuckled. “Killed you good, did they, Cub?” He asked, passing the butter
to Harry, earning a thankful smile.
 
“Yeah. If I had known that utter depravity felt this good, I’d’ve been doing it
years ago!” He said, shifting as the ache in his backside distracted him. “Ow.
Or maybe not.” He amended.
 
Remus raised his eyebrows. “Go too many rounds? I don’t remember you being too
bad off after all of us.”
 
Harry blushed. “Well, they, um…” He ducked his head. “They kind of… Shared me.”
He admitted.
 
Remus frowned. “Well, yes, when you have two Doms, they kind of have to… Oh.”
Remus said, feeling himself blush a bit. “Well, that’s… Unexpected. Did you
like it?” He asked curiously.
 
Harry turned crimson and nodded shyly. “It was pretty nice, even though it kind
of hurt. They just lay with me after, stroking me and telling me how good I
did. I think that was my favourite part of it all.”
 
Remus smiled. “That’s good. Lucius asked me to spend the night at the manor
tonight, so do you have someone to spend the day with?” He asked.
 
Harry smirked. “Oh, are you gonna have hate sex? I wanna hear about it!”
 
“We might. However, I don’t see why I should tell you.” He joked.
 
Harry raised an eyebrow. “One should always be agreeable, especially to the
main provider of one’s nookie.” He teased.
 
Remus laughed. “I’ll put it in a pensieve for you, shall I?”
 
Harry grinned. “By all means, if it ends up being a juicy memory!”
 
“So, how are you going to keep busy?”
 
Harry sighed. “I’m going to track down Fred and convince him to take a nap with
me. By any means necessary. Heavy petting may follow the nap.”
 
*****
 
Harry sighed happily, wriggling under the covers further, burying his head in
Fred’s chest. He had argued with the other man until George came upon them and,
seeing Harry’s plight, had decided to play guardian angel.
 
Meaning, he cast a sleeping spell on Fred and levitated him into the bed, then
smiled at Harry, who thanked him.
 
Harry snuggled up to the sleeping body and finally went back to sleep, cursing
Lucius’ habit of getting up ridiculously early.
 
*****
 
Harry opened his eyes, feeling refreshed, and saw Fred glaring at him.
 
He smiled.
 
Fred’s eyes narrowed, and he pinned Harry beneath him, leaning down to kiss the
younger Gryffindor. “I am angry with you.” He said.
 
“I can tell.” Harry replied evenly.
 
“You don’t seem to be worried about it.”
 
Harry grinned. “That I’m not.” He agreed.
 
“I’m going to kill George.”
 
Harry pouted. “Hey, I need both of you! No fair killing each other!”
 
Fred sighed. “Well, he deserves it.”
 
“You don’t like sleeping with me?” Harry asked in a small voice, tears
gathering in his eyes.
 
Fred looked at Harry in shock. “No, Kitten, I love sleeping with you!” He said,
pulling Harry into his arms and holding him close. “Just not by force.” He
added softly.
 
Harry nodded glumly as a tear slipped down his cheek. “Okay. I’m sorry.” He
said pathetically.
 
Fred sighed. “I love you more than anything in this entire world, Kitten. I’d
gladly sleep with you anytime, but I wanted to head to Hogsmeade for some
shopping today.”
 
“George is doing it. He took your list and his, and he said he’ll get the
things you wanted.” Harry said, his tears stopping as he felt Fred’s fingertips
gliding through his hair.
 
“Well, that’s good, at least. Anything you wanted to do today? Besides sleep?”
 
“Hm, now that you mention it… We should go see Sev about my aura.” Harry said,
stretching. He fell back against the pillows. “But I don’t really wanna.” He
added.
 
Fred laughed, laying beside the teen and pulling him into his arms. “So we
cuddle instead?” He suggested.
 
Harry giggled. “Sounds like a plan!”
 
*****
 
“Gods, I despise you!” Lucius snarled the second Remus came through the Floo,
grabbing the man and pulling him into a fierce kiss.
 
Remus growled and bit Lucius’ bottom lip hard. “Fucking Death Eater!” He
snarled, shoving the blond onto the floor and straddling him.
 
Lucius sneered. “I was under Imperius!” He replied, grabbing a handful of
Remus’ hair and yanking, baring the Werewolf’s throat and sinking his teeth
into the vulnerable skin.
 
“Don’t fucking lie to me!” Remus shouted, breaking Lucius’ hold on him and
grabbing his hands, pinning them above his head. “I don’t bottom!” He hissed.
 
Lucius gritted his teeth. “Neither do I!” He replied, gathering all his
strength and flipping them over, freeing his hands and using them to pin Remus’
shoulders against the floor. “A Malfoy never bottoms!”
 
Remus smirked. “Oh? So, am I to assume that Draco is illegitimate? Let me
guess, you couldn‘t keep Narcissa satisfied?” He asked smugly.
 
Lucius snarled, backhanding Remus. “Don’t talk about my son like that!”
 
Remus grabbed Lucius’ long hair, pulling on it harshly, forcing the man to bend
backwards or risk losing it. “Fuck. You.” He whispered dangerously.
 
Lucius grabbed his wand and spelled their clothes off, then cast a stinging hex
at Remus’ hands, making the man release his hair with a curse. “Not today.” He
replied smugly, casting lubricating and stretching spells on Remus and plunging
in.
 
Remus shouted in rage, bucking against Lucius in a futile attempt to dislodge
the man. The man was well-endowed, but luckily Werewolves were stronger than
usual. “Asshole.”
 
Lucius sucked in a breath, pulling out and thrusting back in. “And a very nice
one it is.” He replied through gritted teeth. “For an animal.”
 
Remus gasped as Lucius hit his prostate. “Funny, I didn’t think you were into
bestiality.” He panted, pushing back against the thrusts. “Is that all you’ve
got? Harder, pretty boy!”
 
Lucius growled, grabbing Remus’ hips and pounding into him.
 
“Ah, fuck!” Remus screamed.
 
The door to the study opened. “Father, are you okay? Oh.” Draco said, taking in
the scene. “Okay, then. I’ll leave you to it.” He said calmly, shutting the
door again.
 
Remus’ cock throbbed at being caught in the act, and he came with a howl.
 
Lucius chuckled. “No stamina? I expected more from you.” He said, then groaned
as the undulations of Remus’ passage forces his orgasm from him and he
collapsed.
 
“I could say the same.”
 
Lucius grabbed Remus’ face in his hand and kissed him hard. “Get cleaned, get
dressed, and get the fuck out my house.” He growled.
 
Remus chuckled. “I’m taking you next time.” He promised.
 
Lucius stood, looking aristocratic even naked and post-orgasmic. “In your
dreams, Wolf.” He sneered.
 
*****
 
“Hm. Looks like you’re healed already.” Severus said, pocketing his wand.
 
Fred and George grinned. “Great, that means”
 
“That you don’t have to miss out on school!”
 
Harry groaned. “I really don’t mind missing the first few days of class, Sir.”
He said hopefully.
 
Severus smirked. “You will be present. You have double potions your first day.”
 
Harry sighed. “I know.” He said glumly.
 
*****
 
“So… You’re telling me that you’re in a very strange relationship with Bill,
Charlie, Fred, George, Snape and both the Malfoy men?!” Hermione asked, while
Ron stared at Harry, speechless.
 
Harry flushed. “You forgot Moony.” He said softly.
 
“Bloody hell!!!” Ron shouted. “You’re screwing half my family and the
Malfoys?!”
 
Harry rolled his eyes. “And that, Hermione, is the reason for the silencing
charms.” He said. “Yes, Ron. Do you know what a Vorago is?”
 
“Of course I know, but… Malfoy?! Malfoy senior?!” He shrieked.
 
Harry shrugged. “Yes, to both. And Severus.”
 
Hermione sighed. “And Dumbledore is okay with this?” She pressed.
 
Harry bit his lip. “Er, well, he doesn’t know about Lucius or Severus, for
obvious reasons.”
 
Hermione nodded thoughtfully. “Well, if it’s keeping you alive, then we really
have no choice but to learn to live with it, I suppose.”
 
Ron shook his head. “Barmy. Completely barking.” He said softly. “You don’t
mind if I still hate them?” He asked.
 
Harry grinned. “Why not? Makes for great sex!” He said.
 
“I don’t want to hear that!” Ron shouted, face turning the same shade as his
hair.
 
Harry and Hermione laughed.
 
*****
 
“Needless to say, he didn’t take it too well. But he’s agreed to let it be so
long as he can still hate Draco and Lucius. And, I think, Severus, too.” Harry
told Bill in amusement as they cuddled on the couch.
 
Bill chuckled. “That’s only to be expected, Love. He’s not used to having to
share you with so many others. He’ll get over it, eventually.”
 
“I’m going to try to avoid bringing it up until he has time to get used to the
idea, I think.” Harry said.
 
“That sounds like a good idea.” Bill said approvingly. “Give him time to ease
into it.”
 
“I wonder how he’d feel if he knew the twins did everything together. Including
me.” Harry quipped.
 
“Best not tell him that.” Bill advised. “He’d spill to Mum or Dad, and they’d
never forgive you.” He warned. “Leave them to their rather unconventional
relationship and just count yourself lucky to be included in it.”
 
“Speaking of unconventional relationships, we are allowed to do things without
Draco, right?” Harry asked, toying with the top button of Bill’s shirt.
 
Bill chuckled. “We are, but make sure you’re prepared to never hear the end of
it from him.” He warned.
 
Harry shrugged. “I’ll just make myself scarce and give you two some time alone
and then take him out later, just him and me. Keep it even.” He told the
redhead.
 
“I suppose that’s one way to smooth ruffled feathers. So what did you have in
mind? Though I can hazard a guess.” Bill said, curling his fingers over the
hand toying with his shirt button.
 
“Can we..?” Harry asked, searching his eyes a tad hesitantly. “I mean, I
understand if you don’t want to, it’s not like I need it right now—”
 
Bill laid a finger over Harry’s lips. “It’s fine. I always want you, Harry. You
can come to me whenever you want to, it doesn’t have to be a need. If it’s not
a good time, I’ll tell you, but I’m obviously not doing anything right now, so
of course we can.” He stood and tugged on Harry’s hand. “Come on, let’s do this
in bed.”
 
Harry stood and they went into the bedroom and undressed, watching each other.
 
Harry managed to get his clothes off first, since Bill had still been wearing
shoes when they entered the room.
 
The redhead cursed when he noticed that Harry was already naked and removed the
rest of his clothes with nearly comical alacrity, hopping on one foot as he
pulled off his last sock and falling backward—thankfully onto the bed. “Ha!
There!” He declared, tossing the sock onto the floor with a flourish.
 
Harry laughed and joined him, pushing him back into the pillows and kissing
him. “That was a wonderful performance. I especially liked the part where you
fell onto the bed. Good aim.” He commented.
 
Bill flushed. “Yes, well, I meant to do that.” He remarked sheepishly.
 
Harry hummed. “Oh, I believe you.” He said with mock sincerity.
 
“Come here.” Bill urged Harry, rolling the teen underneath him and pressing
ardent kisses into the side of his neck, from pulse point making his way to the
side of Harry's jaw. He realized he could feel a few stray hairs dusting the
skin. He hummed. “You're going to need to start shaving soon.” He commented
mildly.
 
“Really?!” Harry asked excitedly.
 
“Yep. So you've at least beaten Draco in that regard.”
 
Harry frowned. “Hey, do you think Draco's better-looking than me?” He asked.
 
Bill shook his head. “No. Where is this coming from?” He asked, gently running
his fingers over Harry’s cheek. “No, not at all. Draco has a more classical
beauty, the pale good looks and alabaster skin, but you have beauty, too. You
have golden skin all over, and you’ve got something not many other people can
boast: those bright green eyes. They’re the kind that draw people in, they’re
gorgeous, and I could easily, and quite happily, drown in them. Never think you
aren’t as pretty as him, because you are both equally as beautiful in my eyes.”
He said fervently, then leaned in and claimed Harry’s mouth in a kiss.
 
Harry moaned and wrapped his arms around Bill’s shoulders, wrapping legs around
his waist as well.
 
Bill chuckled into the kiss, cupping one buttock and using his other hand to
reach for the lube. He found the small vial and got it open, dipping two
fingers in and spreading the lube over three fingers, bringing them to Harry’s
entrance. “Ready?” He checked.
 
Harry nodded eagerly. “Yes, yeah, do it.” He breathed.
 
Bill pressed one finger in, watching as Harry closed his eyes and teeth sunk
into his lower lip.
 
“Alright?” He checked.
 
“Mm.” Harry confirmed. “It’s good, keep going.” He said, eyes opening and
locking with Bill’s.
 
Bill eased in a second finger and, upon seeing no sign of pain in Harry’s face,
added the third quickly.
 
Harry arched back and met the intrusion willingly. “I’m ready, Bill, just do
it!” He urged.
 
“Alright, here we go.” Bill lubed himself and slid home, slowly and carefully
breaching Harry’s body.
 
Harry moved with him, giving in and letting himself just feel.
 
Bill began to move and watched Harry completely give himself over to his
instincts. He realized quite quickly that he wasn’t having sex with Harry the
teenager anymore; this was Harry the Vorago he was dealing with. A side of
Harry that was seldom seen since he’d claimed all of his Matches in a wild
display of marathon sex. “Are you still with me, Harry?” He asked, not slowing,
but eyeing the teen’s face speculatively.
 
Harry bared his teeth and growled lightly, then undulated his body in a way no
human could replicate.
 
Bill’s eyes widened. “O—kaay, so that’s a no. Got it.” He said lightly,
continuing to move. He had a suspicion that any other response would see him
injured or dead. ‘Really, Charlie’s the one used to dealing with deadly
creatures, this is his arena!’ He thought, speeding up.
 
Harry purred and his eyes dropped to half-mast and he licked a stripe up Bill’s
neck, then nibbled at his pulse point as he moved with the redhead.
 
“So long as all you want is sex, I can accommodate you.” He told the Vorago,
who seemed to listen to him. “If you want more, you’ll have to look elsewhere,
because I haven’t really studied Vorago much.”
 
The creature purred again, and redoubled its efforts to meet Bill’s thrusts.
 
Bill grabbed Harry’s hips and guided his movements, letting the Vorago move the
way he wanted to when their opinions differed, in order to preserve his health.
 
He sped toward completion, racing the Vorago, and reached down to help him
along.
 
A clawed hand shot out to grab his hand and pull it away from Harry’s cock, and
the Vorago let out a soft growl.
 
Bill’s eyes widened, and he drew his hand back. “So you want to come untouched.
Okay, that’s cool. We’ll do that, then.” He said agreeably.
 
The Vorago tilted its head back and keened as Bill came, and the creature
joined him in release, untouched.
 
Bill watched in surprise as the Vorago drew in a deep breath, its eyes seemed
to glow for a moment, and then the green orbs slid closed and his claws
retracted as his body went completely lax.
 
“And naptime. Awesome.” Bill whispered, rolling off of Harry and collapsing
next to him. “No one is going to believe this when I tell them. I’ll have to
provide pensieve proof.” He muttered, throwing his arm over his face. “But that
was wild.” He breathed with a grin.
***** The Weekend *****
“Come, Severus, let's get you fed before we begin. You remembered not to eat
dinner before coming here, didn’t you?” Lucius checked, tugging gently on the
lead attached to Severus' collar.
 
Severus' collar didn’t see much use these days, but Lucius and Severus had an
agreement that the white leather collar was solely for Severus, and no one but
him and Lucius and Roger, the man who had fashioned it, had ever touched it. No
one else ever would, as Severus submitted to Lucius alone.
 
“Yes, Master, I remembered.” Severus answered softly, following two steps
behind Lucius.
 
Lucius hummed, the small sound rife with satisfaction. “Good boy. Cattie has
prepared roasted duck with assorted vegetables, none too soft for hand-feeding,
of course, and rye rolls, since you see so little of your favourite bread at
Hogwarts. You've more than earned a treat. There are even some of your
favourite dark chocolates for dessert. I picked them up yesterday.” He told the
man, leading him into the dining room and sitting at the head of the table,
indicating the cushion next to his chair where Severus was to kneel.
 
Severus knelt, and felt himself flush. It had been so long since he had
properly submitted, he felt a little unsure of his place. He was glad Lucius
was easing him back into things, because he needed the slow build-up to find
his footing in old territory.
 
Lucius sat and waited patiently while Cattie served the food, giving him
generous portions and sparing not a glance for the Potions Master kneeling
beside her Master. She knew how things went when Mister Severus was in his
collar, and she had no desire to anger her Master by addressing his sub
directly.
 
Once Cattie left, Lucius picked up a tender piece of duck with his fingers,
forgoing the cutlery as he did so rarely. He preferred to hand-feed his subs,
though once they were done, he’d feed himself with fork and spoon. He never ate
with his hands, but he was willing to get a little messy for his subs.
 
He held out the piece of meat to Severus, watching those pale lips part and
sharp, though crooked, teeth closed on the meat, gently taking the offering
from his hand. The tongue darted out to lick his fingers clean of the juices,
and Lucius smiled. “Good boy.” He murmured. “More?”
 
Severus nodded. “Please, Master.” He added, the praise helping him to slip back
into his familiar role.
 
Lucius fed Severus half of each offering, occasionally offering a sip of wine,
holding the glass down to Severus’ level. They had tried in the past to share
the wine in a more intimate way, from mouth to mouth, but though the thought
was romantic, the reality of it was a bit too messy for their tastes.
 
Once the meal was finished, Lucius took up the small plate of dark chocolates
Severus favoured. “Would you rather have dessert here, or should we retire to
bed?” He asked.
 
Severus eyed the candies with keen interest. He rarely bought them for himself,
but Lucius was fond of spoiling him, and almost always had them when they’d
made plans together. “In bed, Master.” He said after thinking it over.
 
Lucius smiled, letting Severus know he’d chosen right, and took up the lead in
his free hand. “Then up, Severus. Let’s get to bed, and you can have your
dessert, while I get started on mine.” He purred, leading the other man away
from the table and toward his bedroom.
 
Severus flushed, even though Lucius couldn’t see him. The man had noticed
Severus’ tendency to flush before he had developed his Occlumency shields
enough to overcome the habit, and had remarked after they had started playing
that it was a shame Severus never blushed anymore, because it had looked “so
fetching” on him.
 
Severus had made it a point to drop his shields enough to allow the colour to
rise in his cheeks when the urge arose, if only while he and Lucius were
playing. It was a point of pride for both of them that Severus was only that
trusting with Lucius.
 
They got to the bedroom and Lucius unclipped the lead from Severus' collar. “Up
on the bed. On your back.” He ordered.
 
Severus obeyed, getting comfortable in the soft bed, reclining against the
myriad of pillows Lucius had on his bed.
 
“I think, first, we will get dessert out of the way. Then there will be a
special treat for you, since you’re being so good for me.” Lucius set the plate
down on his nightstand and went to get something out of the chest at the foot
of his bed.
 
Severus eyed the rope in Lucius' hands as the man brought it over.
 
“Arms up, and wrists together.” Lucius ordered.
 
Severus assumed the position, and eyed Lucius as the rope was wrapped securely
around his wrists, binding them together and to the headboard of the bed. He
tested them and found that he was quite unable to escape.
 
“I doubt you will need it just yet, but safeword?” Lucius checked.
 
“James.” Severus replied quickly.
 
“And your pause?” Lucius questioned further.
 
“Lily.” Severus said in a softer tone.
 
Lucius nodded. “Good. Open up.”
 
Severus opened his mouth and Lucius reached over to pluck a chocolate from the
plate, bringing it to Severus' mouth and feeding it to the man.
 
Lucius smiled tenderly as Severus hummed softly, chewing a few times and then
pausing to savour the candy as it slowly dissolved in his mouth. “I'm glad you
still like them. It’s been some time since you've had them, I bet.” He said.
 
Severus nodded as he swallowed. “Four months, Master.” He answered.
 
Lucius’ brow quirked. “The point, my dear, was rhetorical. Will I have to gag
you tonight?” He asked.
 
Severus flushed and shook his head.
 
“Good. Open up again.”
 
Severus kept silent aside from the small sounds of pleasure he made each time a
new chocolate was placed in his mouth, and they finished half the plate before
Lucius decided that was enough. “I will have Cattie bag the rest of these up
for you to take back to Hogwarts with you when you leave.” He said, reaching up
to untie Severus' wrists. He gently rubbed them until circulation returned to
the hands, then leaned in for a quick kiss. “Time for a bath.”
 
Lucius led Severus into the ensuite, drawing a bath. He added bubbles and
sandalwood essential oil to it, and Severus quirked a brow.
 
“You neveruse sandalwood.” He remarked.
 
Lucius smiled. “This bath is just for you. I already made sure I was clean. But
I intend to give you a night you'll enjoy, and I want to be certain you’re
ready for me.” He explained.
 
Severus undressed and stepped into the bath at Lucius' urging. He reclined in
the scented water and smiled at Lucius. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had a
bubble bath.”
 
Lucius smiled tenderly. “I know. You neglect to give yourself even the smallest
of luxuries, and you do deserve it. So it’s my job to pamper you when I have
the chance.” He told the man.
 
Severus hummed as Lucius wet the sponge and drew it over his neck.
 
Lucius painstakingly cleaned Severus' body, taking care to avoid his cock, then
set the sponge aside and dipped his hand into the water, closing it around
Severus' cock. “You may come whenever you wish.” He told the man as he began to
stroke him. “But you will warn me first.”
 
“Yes, Master.” Severus gasped out, arching into the touch.
 
Lucius hummed happily, tightening his hand minutely and sliding up to run his
fingertips over the tip. He watched Severus’ face as the man flushed with
arousal, face pinking more as Lucius continued to stroke.
 
Severus moaned helplessly as his hips jerked up, and he whimpered before
choking out: “Master, I’m coming!”
 
Lucius tightened his hand and pumped him through his orgasm.
 
Severus trembled and pulsed, coming hard as Lucius continued to stroke him
until his orgasm ended and Severus went boneless and lax.
 
Lucius stroked his dry hand through Severus' hair until the man regained his
breath. “Come, love, out of the bath. You still owe me your body. Tonight isn’t
all about you. It’s about us, too.” He reminded his sub.
 
Severus climbed out of the bath and they returned to the bed.
 
“Back on the bed, face down this time.” Lucius said, picking up the rope.
 
Severus groaned as Lucius used a diffindo to sever the rope in two. That was a
sure indicator that Lucius was planning on binding at least one leg, unless he
tied down both and left his hands free. Either way never boded well for
Severus.
 
Severus lay down and Lucius quickly pulled one leg over to the post at the
bottom of the bed, securing it and grabbing the second one to do the same with
it.
 
“Keep your hands up near your head at all times. You are not to come. Hold it
back, love. I trust that you can do it.” Lucius encouraged. He then pulled
Severus’ buttocks apart and dove in.
 
Severus cursed, grabbing at the pillow under his cheek. Lucius' skilful tongue
always caused him to lose control. He realized that Lucius was going to push
him, and he was probably going to fail.
 
Lucius chuckled against his hole, licking him and tongue-fucking him, though he
was only going in a miniscule bit. For now. But Severus knew about his spell to
increase his tongue’s size to better utilize it.
 
Severus moaned and rocked against the bed.
 
Lucius raised his head to warn, “That’s not going to help you hold back, and
you know it.” before returning to his previous employment.
 
Severus stilled and whined softly, turning his head to bury his face in the
pillow.
 
Lucius' tongue widened and lengthened, delving deeper than it had before. He
found the prostate and flicked his tongue over it rapidly.
 
Severus yelled into the pillow and raised his head to shout, “Master, you’re so
cruel!”
 
Lucius hummed his agreement as he continued to torment Severus.
 
Severus moaned helplessly and buried his face again.
 
Lucius quickened his licking and began to thrust his tongue again.
 
Severus let out a high-pitched whine of defeat as he convulsed and began to
come.
 
Lucius paused, pulled back, and reached under Severus to confirm that Severus
had succumbed. “You couldn't hold out for twenty minutes of rimming?” He asked
in smug amusement, casting a quick cleaning charm.
 
“Not when you use that bloody spell!” Severus snapped, flushing hotly.
 
Lucius' eyebrows rose. “Backtalk, forgetting who you are addressing, and coming
without permission. That’s fifteen.” He flicked a spell at Severus' ass and
Severus cursed.
 
That spell sensitized his ass and the spanking hurt so much more.
 
Lucius laid the first punishing blow and Severus flinched. It stung something
fierce, and he dreaded the coming spanking he'd earned.
 
Every blow only made his ass sting more, and it was starting to feel hot and
oversensitive by the time Lucius finished.
 
Lucius traced over his reddened ass and smiled. “This should help you hold back
for the next part."
 
Severus felt the man untie his legs and rolled when Lucius prodded at his side.
 
Lucius tied his hands again. “Be good for me.” He whispered into Severus' ear
before he positioned himself and slid in.
 
Severus moaned and lifted his hips.
 
“Very good, love.” Lucius praised him, running a hand through his hair. He
continued his movements, aiming for Severus' prostate.
 
“Master! Right there!” Severus cried out, hands clenching spasmodically.
 
Lucius continued to hit his prostate, occasionally thrusting in deep and
rolling his hips, causing Severus to let out low moans.
 
Severus felt his climax approaching, and choked out, “Can I come, Master?”
 
“I suppose. Come for me, my beauty.” Lucius said.
 
Severus arched back and shouted out as he came.
 
“Good boy.” Lucius praised. “Now it’s my turn.” He grabbed Severus' hips and
let loose, fucking him at a brisk pace.
 
Severus moaned and writhed in over-sensitized delirium.
 
“Just—a bit—more!” Lucius choked out and thrust in deep, letting out a relieved
sigh as he finally found his release. He reached up to untie Severus' hands and
dropping the rope by the side of the bed to deal with later. He cleaned them
both with a spell, then pulled Severus close and kissed him. “Get some sleep.
You'll need it.”
 
Severus hummed and snuggled closer, drifting off easily. He knew he had
tomorrow to come, before they would spend Sunday on aftercare.
 
He was rather looking forward to it.
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