Sceasleycest Fic: Harvesting Knowledge.
Title: Harvesting Knowledge
Author: asnowyowl
Pairing: Scorpius/Hugo/Albus Severus/George/Fred/James Sirius
Summary: James has a thirst for knowledge
Warnings: NC17, Mega incest (brothers, uncle/nephew, cousins), rimming, underage sex, voyeurism
Word Count: 2000
Notes: Unbeta'd because, as always, I was running out of time. Written for the Hot Summer Recipe challenge at hugo_love and sceasleycest. I hope this doesn't seem too chopped as I had to get rid of almost a third of it to fit into the word count. Horrible lack of Scorpius and Hugo. *sad face*
Age disparity : Fred and George are 44, James is 17, Al and Scorp are 16, Hugo is 15
Harvesting Knowledge
James burned the sights before him into his memory. He tried to be the ultimate Ravenclaw and observe analytically, but the bulge pressing against his trousers was proof of his failure. He wished desperately for a quill and parchment. With so much going on, he surely couldn't remember it all.
He had known for months that Hugo was involved with Scorpius Malfoy. Everyone knew that (except perhaps Uncle Ron). You didn't need superior intellect to deduce that two boys walking down Hogwarts halls hand-in-hand weren't just friends.
The Albus thing, though, James figured he was the only one who knew about that. He estimated that the twosome had become a threesome seven weeks prior. That was when Albus physically inserted himself between Hugo and Scorpius. Everyone else at Hogwarts had been sure Albus was after Scorpius, but James closely observed the interaction, and deduced Albus was angling for both. As always, he got what he wanted. James knew the moment all three came to an understanding. He saw it in Albus's victorious grin, Hugo's sparkling eyes, and Scorpius's satisfied smirk.
James knew all this because he watched, and he watched closely. He wasn't a voyeur, in fact he stridently avoided seeing his brother in any lovers' clinch, but he was a harvester of truth, a grasper of ideas, a reaper of knowledge. An inveterate watcher.
So, only one thing about the sordid scenario playing out in front of James surprised him - the inclusion of George Weasley. A very naked Uncle George was murmuring directions to the three boys, offering encouragement, and giving advice. Perhaps this was why George's marriage had failed.
James found it necessary to adjust his trousers when George suggested that Hugo lick Scorpius's arse. James had never been a scholar of gay sex (or any sex, really), so he could forgive his lack of knowledge about the possibility of oral/anal interaction. What he couldn't forgive were his treacherous thoughts about his brother. Albus was kneeling beside Scorpius, hand rubbing Scorpius's back, eyes wide and hungry. All James could think about was striding into the room, spreading Albus's cheeks, and tasting. He might not be a moral scholar, but he knew those thoughts were exceedingly wrong.
He was just thinking he should leave before he got caught or sunk even deeper into depravity, when a bone-numbing chill enveloped him. James gasped and dropped the book he'd been carrying. Hogwarts, a History was a massive tome. It thundered off the stones.
"Glad you decided to join us." The words were spoken by an unfamiliar ghost with an eerily familiar face. "Look who turned up on our doorstep, lads." The ghost swept into the room, throwing James a cheeky look as he passed.
The resemblance of the ghost to Uncle George was uncanny. Sure, James knew plenty about identical twins. He'd studied his cousins, Lucy and Molly, as well as the Scamander boys long enough that genetic replication was nothing exciting, but to see near mirror images, one alive and one dead, was jarring.
George smiled and strode to James, throwing an arm around his shoulders, ushering him into the room. "Jamie, meet your uncle, Fred. You'll have to excuse his complexion, he's looked quite peaky the last couple of decades."
James wondered if Uncle George had gone nutters. Did he not realize his brother was dead? But since the boys on the bed were chuckling, and Fred was laughing uproariously, James deduced it was a joke, if not a very good one. Who joked about dead brothers? He shuddered. Needing a dose of courage, he touched his Head Boy badge. "Nice to meet you, Uncle. Why haven't I seen you before?"
Fred bowed. "'Tis a pleasure to meet you, young James." He straightened and winked. "I keep myself hidden. What fun is it to be a ghost if everyone knows you're around? I've pulled my best pranks since I died."
With the niceties over, James judged it time to make his exit. "Well, yes, I'll be on my way, then."
As James backed toward the door, Albus climbed off the bed and padded over to him, his hard cock swaying in time with his steps, reminding James of Muggle hypnotism techniques (a subject he'd studied extensively in a bid to prove its relation to Imperious). Al laid a hand on James's arm. "Please stay."
James was nearly struck dumb by Albus's green eyes (another reason he'd studied hypnotism: to understand why his brother's eyes mesmerized him so), but with a shake of his head, he broke the connection. "No. I can't." He gestured toward Hugo and Scorpius. "They're your boyfriends, I wouldn't think of watching you."
"I wasn't asking you to watch."
Being genius level, James was smart enough to know when he was in over his head. In circumstances such as these, intelligent questioning was in order. "What would you have me do, then? Turn my back and only listen? Or were you going to stop your activities? Because really, you're breaking several school rules: using a classroom for non-academic purposes, unauthorized transfiguration of a school desk into a bed, having a guest on Hogwarts grounds without permission…"
George laughed. He puffed out his chest, slipping into mock-Percy mode (but really, Percy wouldn't make a nude speech). "I'll concede the second point, but argue the others. Firstly, we are most certainly using this room for instructional purposes." He waggled his eyebrows. "Secondly, the parent of any student is always welcome at Hogwarts."
The man's points were valid, but James thought about George's young children, sleeping in the Gryffindor tower, oblivious to their father's presence.
Albus tugged James's arm. "Please? The uncles have been instructing us. It's brilliant. Come on." Albus's pleading tone had always worked on James. He never could tell him no. As soon as James nodded, he was led to the bed and pulled down by three sets of hands.
"How much experience do you have?" George asked.
Fred snorted. "You know the boy's as lily white as his father was at that age."
His father? No. This was all wrong. James struggled to get up.
"It's okay, James," Albus said. "We're going to take care of you."
"That's right. We'll help you get rid of that pesky virginity," George said. "Let's see…" he waved his wand, leaving James as naked as the rest (well, except Fred). "Boys, scoot over so James can lie down. James, lay flat on your back."
The only thing saving James from mortification was the promise of knowledge. He lay down, legs straight, arms pasted to his sides.
"Hugo, take his mouth, Al, the nipples, Scorpius gets the big prize," George said.
The boys shuffled into place, touching each other intimately as they passed.
James felt like an intruder. The others were a set, used to each other, comfortable in their nakedness. "Maybe we shouldn't…."
He was silenced by Hugo's mouth. It wasn't James's first kiss, but it was certainly the best. Hugo's lips and tongue inflamed him.
His shoulder was stroked. "Pay attention now, James," George said.
As if James wasn't already cataloguing every move.
"Go slowly, Hugo, let him get used to it. Okay, Al, you can begin."
James's eyes had closed, but at George's words, they flew open. Looking past Hugo's head, James saw dark hair descending toward his chest, just as the first warm, wet lick tingled against his skin. James noted how sensitive his nipples were. Interesting. However, he found it hard to concentrate simultaneously on his lips and nipples. There was just so much going on. Hugo's tongue dipped into his mouth just as Albus sucked lightly. James groaned and arched, pushing his chest against Albus's face.
"You're doing so well. You're so beautiful." James thought it was Uncle George whispering in his ear, but icy tingles against his skin proved it to be Fred.
James turned away from Hugo to say, "Feels so good."
"What does, love? Your cousin's kisses? Your brother's attention?"
The cold air brushing his skin was a sharp counterpoint to the heat engulfing the rest of his body. James gasped and shivered. "All of it. Hugo, and Al, and you."
"Me?" Ice tickled over James's neck.
"Oh, gods, yes." James turned to recapture Hugo's lips.
"Did you hear that, brother dear?" Fred asked. "Jamie has a kink for cold."
"Brilliant!"
"James… Jamie?" Albus called. "Can I use my teeth?"
"Go ahead," George answered for him. "James, it's going to be my fingers on your stomach. If it tickles, let me know."
As fingers skated down James's ribs, Hugo pulled back and kissed from his jaw to his throat. Al nibbled.
"Gods, Al, to see you with your brother like this…." Scorpius said.
"Nothin' wrong with a little brotherly love," Fred said. "Georgie was always my favorite partner."
"Uncle George, can I switch with Hugo?" Al asked.
James groaned. His cock twitched at the thought of kissing his brother. Merlin, he'd never been so hard and needy.
The fingers trailing his stomach made a detour to his cock, brushing lightly. It was unexpected and intense, making James keen. "I think he likes the idea, Al. Go ahead and switch."
Hugo smiled, pecked James's lips, and shuffled over. Al took his place, but instead of claiming a kiss, he cradled James's head in his hands. "I want this to be good for you."
"It is."
"You won't regret it later?"
James didn't see how he could when he was learning so much. "I won't."
Al didn't take his eyes off James, but spoke to George. "I think James is ready for Scorpius."
A wet warmth engulfed James's prick. Even in his wildest dreams nothing had ever felt so good. He bucked his hips and immediately wished he hadn't.
Scorpius pulled off, choking.
Al looked away. "Okay, Scorp?"
"Yes. Just took me by surprise."
George moved into James's line of vision. "Try to keep your hips still or you'll end up choking a bloke."
James felt completely lost.
"And, Scorpius, remember, always keep one hand on the guy's hips. You won't get caught off guard that way."
James didn’t realize he was shivering until Al gave him a concerned look. "Are you cold?"
"No. It's just all too much."
"It's a lot to take at first. Uncle George, I think James is overloaded."
George cupped James's face.
Fred hovered over George's shoulder. "It's okay, love. We've thrown too much at you." He moved to hover directly over James's head. "How about you sit with George and let him take care of you, while we watch that lot," he motioned to the other boys, "fuck themselves silly."
Albus frowned. "I really wanted to do more with you, but if you want to just watch…."
James nodded. He always catalogued his experiences, analyzed his reactions to stimulus, but this had been too much, too soon. He smiled at Albus.
"If you're sure."
Scorpius grabbed Al's arm, his other hand on Hugo's prick, pulling him along like a wagon. "Come on, Al. I'm horny as hell."
As James watched, he thought about how the three were perfect together: blond, black, red. There wasn't room for another ginger. Hugo was perfect for the part, which was obvious when he leaned down to suck Scorpius's cock.
George pulled James tightly to his side. "You know, Fred, I don't think those three need us anymore."
Fred floated past the tangle of boys. "I agree."
George grasped James's cock. "But this one does."
James arched into George's touch. This he could handle. He glanced again at the boys writhing on a transfigured rug. A ménage a trios worked for them, but it wasn't James's cup of tea.
George sped up his strokes. "Don't think, love, just feel."
James looked at his uncle's face, catching sight of Fred hovering nearby: a washed-out Weasley, a shadow. With a shock of realization, James knew George needed more than that. George needed James.
"Shhhh. Stop thinking," George murmured.
And for a while, James did.
end
Author: asnowyowl
Pairing: Scorpius/Hugo/Albus Severus/George/Fred/James Sirius
Summary: James has a thirst for knowledge
Warnings: NC17, Mega incest (brothers, uncle/nephew, cousins), rimming, underage sex, voyeurism
Word Count: 2000
Notes: Unbeta'd because, as always, I was running out of time. Written for the Hot Summer Recipe challenge at hugo_love and sceasleycest. I hope this doesn't seem too chopped as I had to get rid of almost a third of it to fit into the word count. Horrible lack of Scorpius and Hugo. *sad face*
Age disparity : Fred and George are 44, James is 17, Al and Scorp are 16, Hugo is 15
Harvesting Knowledge
James burned the sights before him into his memory. He tried to be the ultimate Ravenclaw and observe analytically, but the bulge pressing against his trousers was proof of his failure. He wished desperately for a quill and parchment. With so much going on, he surely couldn't remember it all.
He had known for months that Hugo was involved with Scorpius Malfoy. Everyone knew that (except perhaps Uncle Ron). You didn't need superior intellect to deduce that two boys walking down Hogwarts halls hand-in-hand weren't just friends.
The Albus thing, though, James figured he was the only one who knew about that. He estimated that the twosome had become a threesome seven weeks prior. That was when Albus physically inserted himself between Hugo and Scorpius. Everyone else at Hogwarts had been sure Albus was after Scorpius, but James closely observed the interaction, and deduced Albus was angling for both. As always, he got what he wanted. James knew the moment all three came to an understanding. He saw it in Albus's victorious grin, Hugo's sparkling eyes, and Scorpius's satisfied smirk.
James knew all this because he watched, and he watched closely. He wasn't a voyeur, in fact he stridently avoided seeing his brother in any lovers' clinch, but he was a harvester of truth, a grasper of ideas, a reaper of knowledge. An inveterate watcher.
So, only one thing about the sordid scenario playing out in front of James surprised him - the inclusion of George Weasley. A very naked Uncle George was murmuring directions to the three boys, offering encouragement, and giving advice. Perhaps this was why George's marriage had failed.
James found it necessary to adjust his trousers when George suggested that Hugo lick Scorpius's arse. James had never been a scholar of gay sex (or any sex, really), so he could forgive his lack of knowledge about the possibility of oral/anal interaction. What he couldn't forgive were his treacherous thoughts about his brother. Albus was kneeling beside Scorpius, hand rubbing Scorpius's back, eyes wide and hungry. All James could think about was striding into the room, spreading Albus's cheeks, and tasting. He might not be a moral scholar, but he knew those thoughts were exceedingly wrong.
He was just thinking he should leave before he got caught or sunk even deeper into depravity, when a bone-numbing chill enveloped him. James gasped and dropped the book he'd been carrying. Hogwarts, a History was a massive tome. It thundered off the stones.
"Glad you decided to join us." The words were spoken by an unfamiliar ghost with an eerily familiar face. "Look who turned up on our doorstep, lads." The ghost swept into the room, throwing James a cheeky look as he passed.
The resemblance of the ghost to Uncle George was uncanny. Sure, James knew plenty about identical twins. He'd studied his cousins, Lucy and Molly, as well as the Scamander boys long enough that genetic replication was nothing exciting, but to see near mirror images, one alive and one dead, was jarring.
George smiled and strode to James, throwing an arm around his shoulders, ushering him into the room. "Jamie, meet your uncle, Fred. You'll have to excuse his complexion, he's looked quite peaky the last couple of decades."
James wondered if Uncle George had gone nutters. Did he not realize his brother was dead? But since the boys on the bed were chuckling, and Fred was laughing uproariously, James deduced it was a joke, if not a very good one. Who joked about dead brothers? He shuddered. Needing a dose of courage, he touched his Head Boy badge. "Nice to meet you, Uncle. Why haven't I seen you before?"
Fred bowed. "'Tis a pleasure to meet you, young James." He straightened and winked. "I keep myself hidden. What fun is it to be a ghost if everyone knows you're around? I've pulled my best pranks since I died."
With the niceties over, James judged it time to make his exit. "Well, yes, I'll be on my way, then."
As James backed toward the door, Albus climbed off the bed and padded over to him, his hard cock swaying in time with his steps, reminding James of Muggle hypnotism techniques (a subject he'd studied extensively in a bid to prove its relation to Imperious). Al laid a hand on James's arm. "Please stay."
James was nearly struck dumb by Albus's green eyes (another reason he'd studied hypnotism: to understand why his brother's eyes mesmerized him so), but with a shake of his head, he broke the connection. "No. I can't." He gestured toward Hugo and Scorpius. "They're your boyfriends, I wouldn't think of watching you."
"I wasn't asking you to watch."
Being genius level, James was smart enough to know when he was in over his head. In circumstances such as these, intelligent questioning was in order. "What would you have me do, then? Turn my back and only listen? Or were you going to stop your activities? Because really, you're breaking several school rules: using a classroom for non-academic purposes, unauthorized transfiguration of a school desk into a bed, having a guest on Hogwarts grounds without permission…"
George laughed. He puffed out his chest, slipping into mock-Percy mode (but really, Percy wouldn't make a nude speech). "I'll concede the second point, but argue the others. Firstly, we are most certainly using this room for instructional purposes." He waggled his eyebrows. "Secondly, the parent of any student is always welcome at Hogwarts."
The man's points were valid, but James thought about George's young children, sleeping in the Gryffindor tower, oblivious to their father's presence.
Albus tugged James's arm. "Please? The uncles have been instructing us. It's brilliant. Come on." Albus's pleading tone had always worked on James. He never could tell him no. As soon as James nodded, he was led to the bed and pulled down by three sets of hands.
"How much experience do you have?" George asked.
Fred snorted. "You know the boy's as lily white as his father was at that age."
His father? No. This was all wrong. James struggled to get up.
"It's okay, James," Albus said. "We're going to take care of you."
"That's right. We'll help you get rid of that pesky virginity," George said. "Let's see…" he waved his wand, leaving James as naked as the rest (well, except Fred). "Boys, scoot over so James can lie down. James, lay flat on your back."
The only thing saving James from mortification was the promise of knowledge. He lay down, legs straight, arms pasted to his sides.
"Hugo, take his mouth, Al, the nipples, Scorpius gets the big prize," George said.
The boys shuffled into place, touching each other intimately as they passed.
James felt like an intruder. The others were a set, used to each other, comfortable in their nakedness. "Maybe we shouldn't…."
He was silenced by Hugo's mouth. It wasn't James's first kiss, but it was certainly the best. Hugo's lips and tongue inflamed him.
His shoulder was stroked. "Pay attention now, James," George said.
As if James wasn't already cataloguing every move.
"Go slowly, Hugo, let him get used to it. Okay, Al, you can begin."
James's eyes had closed, but at George's words, they flew open. Looking past Hugo's head, James saw dark hair descending toward his chest, just as the first warm, wet lick tingled against his skin. James noted how sensitive his nipples were. Interesting. However, he found it hard to concentrate simultaneously on his lips and nipples. There was just so much going on. Hugo's tongue dipped into his mouth just as Albus sucked lightly. James groaned and arched, pushing his chest against Albus's face.
"You're doing so well. You're so beautiful." James thought it was Uncle George whispering in his ear, but icy tingles against his skin proved it to be Fred.
James turned away from Hugo to say, "Feels so good."
"What does, love? Your cousin's kisses? Your brother's attention?"
The cold air brushing his skin was a sharp counterpoint to the heat engulfing the rest of his body. James gasped and shivered. "All of it. Hugo, and Al, and you."
"Me?" Ice tickled over James's neck.
"Oh, gods, yes." James turned to recapture Hugo's lips.
"Did you hear that, brother dear?" Fred asked. "Jamie has a kink for cold."
"Brilliant!"
"James… Jamie?" Albus called. "Can I use my teeth?"
"Go ahead," George answered for him. "James, it's going to be my fingers on your stomach. If it tickles, let me know."
As fingers skated down James's ribs, Hugo pulled back and kissed from his jaw to his throat. Al nibbled.
"Gods, Al, to see you with your brother like this…." Scorpius said.
"Nothin' wrong with a little brotherly love," Fred said. "Georgie was always my favorite partner."
"Uncle George, can I switch with Hugo?" Al asked.
James groaned. His cock twitched at the thought of kissing his brother. Merlin, he'd never been so hard and needy.
The fingers trailing his stomach made a detour to his cock, brushing lightly. It was unexpected and intense, making James keen. "I think he likes the idea, Al. Go ahead and switch."
Hugo smiled, pecked James's lips, and shuffled over. Al took his place, but instead of claiming a kiss, he cradled James's head in his hands. "I want this to be good for you."
"It is."
"You won't regret it later?"
James didn't see how he could when he was learning so much. "I won't."
Al didn't take his eyes off James, but spoke to George. "I think James is ready for Scorpius."
A wet warmth engulfed James's prick. Even in his wildest dreams nothing had ever felt so good. He bucked his hips and immediately wished he hadn't.
Scorpius pulled off, choking.
Al looked away. "Okay, Scorp?"
"Yes. Just took me by surprise."
George moved into James's line of vision. "Try to keep your hips still or you'll end up choking a bloke."
James felt completely lost.
"And, Scorpius, remember, always keep one hand on the guy's hips. You won't get caught off guard that way."
James didn’t realize he was shivering until Al gave him a concerned look. "Are you cold?"
"No. It's just all too much."
"It's a lot to take at first. Uncle George, I think James is overloaded."
George cupped James's face.
Fred hovered over George's shoulder. "It's okay, love. We've thrown too much at you." He moved to hover directly over James's head. "How about you sit with George and let him take care of you, while we watch that lot," he motioned to the other boys, "fuck themselves silly."
Albus frowned. "I really wanted to do more with you, but if you want to just watch…."
James nodded. He always catalogued his experiences, analyzed his reactions to stimulus, but this had been too much, too soon. He smiled at Albus.
"If you're sure."
Scorpius grabbed Al's arm, his other hand on Hugo's prick, pulling him along like a wagon. "Come on, Al. I'm horny as hell."
As James watched, he thought about how the three were perfect together: blond, black, red. There wasn't room for another ginger. Hugo was perfect for the part, which was obvious when he leaned down to suck Scorpius's cock.
George pulled James tightly to his side. "You know, Fred, I don't think those three need us anymore."
Fred floated past the tangle of boys. "I agree."
George grasped James's cock. "But this one does."
James arched into George's touch. This he could handle. He glanced again at the boys writhing on a transfigured rug. A ménage a trios worked for them, but it wasn't James's cup of tea.
George sped up his strokes. "Don't think, love, just feel."
James looked at his uncle's face, catching sight of Fred hovering nearby: a washed-out Weasley, a shadow. With a shock of realization, James knew George needed more than that. George needed James.
"Shhhh. Stop thinking," George murmured.
And for a while, James did.
end