FIC: There Is No Resurrection of the Dead (7/7)
Title: There Is No Resurrection of the Dead
Author: Xandra ( gypsyflame)
Pairings: Harry/Draco, Snape/Draco, Snape/Harry/Draco, slight Draco/OMCs
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: About 35,400
Warnings: EWE, drug abuse, self-harm, non-explicit masochism, voyeurism
Summary: Auror Harry Potter is hopelessly in love with his partner, Draco Malfoy. But just when it seems like they might take their relationship to the next level, Draco’s old lover reappears. Apparently, rumours of his death have been greatly exaggerated…
A/N 1: Betaed by fbowden. Flic, I cannot express how much I appreciate all the time and effort you put into this fic with me. Your sharp eye, your keen insights, your emotional support…I’m not exaggerating when I say this would never have been finished without you. Thank you.
A/N 2: Story title comes from 1 Corinthians 15:12- “Now if Christ be preached that he rose from the dead, how say some among you that there is no resurrection of the dead?” Quote at the end of the fic comes from the same passage. Also, despite the opening scene, this is not a self-cutting, emo!Draco story, so please don’t let that deter you.
“Draco?” Harry and Snape said in exactly the same tone.
Draco aimed a Slicing Curse at Harry’s bonds, but of course it didn’t work.
“This closet is-”
“A null,” Draco said. “I can feel it now. Hang on.”
He vanished from the doorway for a few seconds and reappeared with a letter opener. He knelt by Harry first and cut through his bonds, then went to Snape.
The second his hands were free, Snape traced his thumb along the cut on Draco’s cheek. “You are bleeding.”
Draco covered Snape’s hand with his own. “It’s just a scratch.”
“Cretins.”
They stared into each other’s eyes for a few seconds before Snape realized Harry was watching and cleared his throat. “Potter has a concussion.”
Draco rolled his eyes as he helped Snape to his feet. “Why am I not surprised?”
He tried to help Harry up as well, but Harry’s limbs were clumsy and uncoordinated, and Draco wasn’t strong enough to lift him on his own. “How did you know?” Harry asked.
“Your note,” said Draco. “It was a good fake, but after the fit you pitched to Robards? No way you would come in here alone. When the Patronus I sent to Severus just came right back, I knew something was wrong. I came in the back way that stupid bint showed us the other night.” He scowled. “She didn’t have guards or real wards on it or anything. People always underestimate me.”
“A fact we should perhaps be grateful for in this instance,” Snape said, coming to kneel by Harry’s other side. Together, he and Draco managed to haul Harry to his feet and help him stumble into the outer office, where he slumped into a chair.
Carrie and one of her large male guards were lying on the floor, bound and unconscious. The other guard was unquestionably dead.
Draco followed Harry’s gaze and tensed. “I had to,” he said quietly.
Snape put his hand on Draco’s shoulder in silent support. Harry couldn’t think of anything to say. He had never had to kill anyone in the line of duty before. In fact, neither had Draco; this was the first time.
Draco moved behind Harry to examine his injury. “There’s not much blood. Can you fix it?” he asked Snape.
“If I had my wand.”
“Accio Severus Snape’s wand!”
A small wooden box on the desk popped open, and Snape’s wand flew into Draco’s grasp. He handed it to Snape.
Snape poked the tip of his wand against the wound. Harry winced.
“I would recommend you hold still, Potter,” Snape said, “unless you wish to be accidentally lobotomized.”
Harry froze. Snape muttered a few words under his breath and the pain receded, as did the dizziness and nausea. Everything was suddenly in sharp focus again.
“What’d you do?” Harry asked, reaching back to touch the area gingerly. It felt fine.
“A spell to reduce the swelling and heal the damaged blood vessels, and another to close the skin. How does it feel?”
“Loads better. Thank you.” Then he said again, “Thank you,” as Draco handed him his wand, which had been in the same box as Snape’s.
“I alerted the MLE after I subdued these three,” Draco said. “They should be here any minute.”
Harry stared at him. “After you subdued them? You didn’t call for backup before you came here?”
Draco shifted uncomfortably. “I didn’t have time.”
Harry could feel a smile threatening to break out on his face. “So you thought Snape and I were in danger and came rushing here to save us without thinking it through first?”
Draco glared at him.
“Oho,” Harry said, grinning fully, “who’s the Gryffindor now?”
“Oh, shut up, Potter,” said Draco. “I just saved your life. There’s no reason to insult me.”
***
True to Draco’s word, three more Aurors showed up less than a minute later. An hour after that, Harry, Snape, and Draco were back in a Ministry conference room, having been thoroughly debriefed by Gawain Robards.
“All right,” Robards said. “That should do it for now. It’s pretty cut-and-dried; I don’t think there’ll be any more questions. You’re all free to leave. And Potter - rest assured that we’ll be having a talk about proper protocol when dealing with persons of interest.”
“Yes, sir,” Harry said, mortified.
“Malfoy, Internal Affairs has already cleared the death of Alan Dawes as self-defense, so you’ve nothing to worry about.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Robards regarded him sternly. “It is, however, imperative that all Aurors forced to kill in the line of duty speak to a psychiatric Healer. I will arrange an appointment, and you will attend before going back into the field.”
“I don’t need-” Draco started to say, but stopped. His eyes flicked briefly over to Harry before looking down at his hands. “All right.”
“Good.” Robards stood up. “Both of you take the day off tomorrow, and I’ll see you back here on Thursday. Mr. Snape, a pleasure to meet you.”
Snape nodded stiffly. Robards left, and they were alone. Draco stood up quickly from where he had been sitting next to Harry and across from Snape.
“Well, now that’s over with, I’ll see you both later,” he said, rounding the table and heading for the door.
“Sit,” Snape ordered.
Draco sat immediately in the chair at the head of the table, then looked embarrassed by his automatic obedience.
“We will talk about this now,” Snape said.
“All right,” said Draco, sounding a bit breathless. Even Harry had to admit that there was something heady about Snape’s commanding tone.
He shook his head to clear that thought and slid over one seat so he was sitting across from Snape. “Draco, I know this is hard for you, but you can’t just keep avoiding us. You have to make a decision.”
“I can’t,” Draco said in a low voice.
Snape said, “I understand how difficult it must be-”
“No,” Draco said. “I mean I can’t. Literally. I can’t choose one of you over the other. I would rather be alone.”
Harry and Snape stared at him, gobsmacked.
Draco sighed and turned to Snape. “I loved you more than anything. Your death ripped me apart. I’ve seen what it’s like to live without you, and I don’t want to go back to that. But I…”
He looked back at Harry, hesitating, and Harry knew. He knew, and it flooded his body like sunlight. “You…” he whispered, unable to finish his own sentence.
“Yes, Potter, I love you,” Draco snapped. “Try not to pass out.”
Harry knew he was grinning like an idiot, but he couldn’t help it- until he looked at Snape’s face. That sobered him up immediately, although it didn’t dampen his joy. Draco loved him, really loved him.
“I’m sorry,” Draco said to Snape.
He shook his head. “I suspected. And it is…understandable.”
They were all silent for a long moment, avoiding each other’s eyes. Harry figured it was up to him to break the silence. “So what now?” he asked.
Draco shrugged. “As I’ve already said, I can’t choose between you. I can’t say that I love one of you more than I love the other, because I don’t.”
Harry’s chest tightened. Everyone was going to end up unhappy like this. There had to be some way, some way that would give them all what they wanted…
His eyes widened as a thought occurred to him. He didn’t know if Draco would go for it, and he wasn’t sure if he himself was comfortable with it, and he was absolutely positive that Snape was going to say no, but he had to at least try. He couldn’t let Draco go, not now when they were so close.
“What if you didn’t have to choose between us?” he said.
“What, like the two of you would share me?” Draco shook his head. “No. That’s…no. I’m not a toy, Potter.”
“Of course you’re not,” Harry said, offended. “That’s not what I meant. Snape and I would end up killing each other that way. I meant, what if you didn’t have to choose between us because all three of us were…together?”
Now it was Harry’s turn to be gawked at.
“I know it’s weird,” he said hurriedly, “but it’s the only way. Otherwise, we’re all going to end up unhappy.”
“It’s not just weird, it’s insane,” Draco said. “You and Severus don’t even like each other!”
“That’s not true,” said Harry. “I mean, it’s true that we’ve never gotten along, but we don’t really know each other.”
He chanced a look at Snape, who, to his astonishment, didn’t seem angry or offended at all. He just seemed thoughtful.
“We could at least try,” Harry said to Draco.
“This is ridiculous. Are you even attracted to him?”
The question took Harry by surprise, and he flushed. In all honesty, he was attracted to Snape, as the past few days had made abundantly clear to him. He wouldn’t have come so hard watching them have sex if he wasn’t. True, Snape wasn’t conventionally handsome, and even just a couple of weeks ago, Harry would have felt vaguely nauseated by the thought of having sex with him, but now…There was something about him, an intensity that intrigued Harry. Watching Snape make love to Draco had made Harry see him in a different light, and he couldn’t get that image out of his mind.
“I…” Harry kept his eyes firmly on the table. “Yeah,” he said quietly.
He could feel Draco’s incredulous stare. “Since when?”
“Since he watched us have sex in his house, I expect,” Snape said, sounding amused.
“What?”
Harry jerked his head up to glare at Snape, embarrassment outweighed by outrage. “Draco, I-”
“You watched us have sex?”
“I didn’t mean to! It just sort of happened.” Harry winced, waiting for Draco to tear into him.
Draco laughed.
“Merlin, Potter,” he said. “First you suggest a threesome, and now I find out you’re a pervy little voyeur? What other kinks have you been hiding?”
Harry blinked, a little thrown by Draco’s unexpected reaction. Snape was smirking. “You knew he would react like this,” Harry said accusingly.
“Of course. I would not have mentioned it if I did not.”
Draco was looking at Harry speculatively. “So you got a look at Severus’ cock and decided you had to experience it for yourself?” he said, smiling.
Okay, now the embarrassment was back full-force. But this time, Harry was gratified to see, Snape was at least as uncomfortable as Harry himself.
Draco stifled another laugh. “Sorry,” he said. “But this is…” He face grew more serious. “Are you sure?” he asked Harry.
“Yeah,” Harry said, knowing there was nothing he wouldn’t do to be with Draco. But that wasn’t a good enough reason, was it? He caught Snape’s eyes. “Yes,” he said, more firmly.
“Severus?”
Snape didn’t break eye contact with Harry. “I would be amenable,” he said, his voice low and dark. Harry shivered.
“So I see,” Draco said, sounding like he might laugh again.
Harry tore his eyes away from Snape’s with some difficulty. “We should go to Grimmauld Place.”
“You want to do this tonight?” Draco said.
Harry shrugged. “You and I have the day off tomorrow. Why not?”
Draco looked suddenly uncertain. Harry took his hand.
“I don’t know if this will work,” he said. “But I don’t know that it won’t, either. And what’s the alternative? We all go home alone and unhappy? That doesn’t make any sense.”
Snape took Draco’s other hand. “We will not allow you to fall,” he said.
Harry didn’t really understand what that meant, but Draco seemed to. He squeezed both their hands.
“All right,” he said. “Let’s go.”
***
It only took a few minutes for Harry to add Snape’s magical signature to the wards on his Floo, and then all three of them were Flooing into the library at Grimmauld Place. The same library where Snape and Draco had fucked only a few days ago. Harry felt suddenly, terribly awkward.
“I think we could all use a drink,” he said. “What’ll you have, um…Professor?” He felt like the title was horribly inappropriate, but he couldn’t think of anything else to call Snape that wasn’t disrespectful.
Apparently Snape was thinking along the same lines. “Dear God, Potter, do not call me that now.”
“Sorry. I don’t know what else to call you.”
“Severus will suffice,” he said. “And I would like a whisky. Macallan, if you have it.”
“I do,” said Harry. Thanks to Draco, who wouldn’t drink any other kind. Well, now Harry knew why.
“For me as well,” Draco said.
Harry nodded and retrieved the bottle from the sideboard, pouring three generous glasses. He handed two to Draco and Snape- no, Severus. God, that was going to take some getting used to. Severus sat on the couch, looking as uncomfortable as Harry felt. Harry knocked his glass back in one burning gulp.
“Potter, you heathen,” Draco said. “We’ve discussed the proper way to drink Macallan.”
“I’m nervous,” Harry admitted.
Draco set his glass down, then took Harry’s and did the same. He ran his hands up Harry’s arms to his shoulders. “Kiss me,” he said.
Harry did, resting his hands lightly on Draco’s hips. He relished the way Draco’s mouth yielded to his, the way he let Harry take control. He hooked his fingers in Draco’s belt loops and tugged him closer, rubbing their hips together.
Draco broke the kiss with a little sigh. He rested his forehead against Harry’s for a moment before turning to look at Severus.
Severus was watching them with heated eyes, his forefinger slowly tracing the rim of his glass. He set the drink on the sidetable and beckoned to Draco. “Come here.”
Draco moved across the room with fluid grace and sank onto Severus’ lap, taking Severus’ face in his hands and kissing him deeply. The sight sent a bolt of arousal shooting through Harry’s veins, and he had to take a deep breath to steady himself before joining the couple on the couch, sitting just far enough away so that their bodies weren’t touching.
Draco wasn’t having that, though; he kissed Harry without moving from Severus’ lap, pulling him by his shirt collar so that his leg pressed against Severus’ from knee to hip. Harry felt a hand on his thigh and knew without looking that it belonged to Severus; the simple touch seemed to crackle with electricity. He moaned against Draco’s lips and Severus squeezed his thigh in response. Then the hand moved from his leg to the back of his head, pulling him forcefully away from Draco and bringing his mouth to Severus’.
Kissing Severus was an entirely different experience to kissing Draco. Draco kissed submissively, letting his partners take what they wanted, but Severus was all about control. His lips were hard and demanding, and he thrust his tongue against Harry’s insistently. Harry answered force with force, refusing to give an inch, turning the kiss into a much more pleasant fight than they usually had.
He felt dizzy when it was over, and his cock strained painfully against the fly of his jeans. The situation wasn’t helped at all by the flush on Severus’ sallow cheeks, by Draco’s wide eyes and quickened breathing.
“Merlin, you have no idea…” Draco breathed. “Again,” he demanded, and Severus and Harry were only too happy to comply.
The position was a little awkward with both Severus and Harry having to turn their heads to the side, so Harry shifted onto his knees, facing Severus and Draco, balancing himself with a hand on both their shoulders. Severus let go of Harry’s hair to wrap an arm around his waist, and Harry let his hand on Draco’s shoulder travel down to meet Severus’ other hand on his arse. He could tell from the movement under his hand that Draco was grinding his hips against Severus’, and he broke the kiss so he could watch.
Draco had undone the first few buttons of Severus’ shirt and was kissing and sucking at his neck while he rubbed their cocks together, running his hands over Severus’ chest. A particular twist of Draco’s hips made Severus gasp, and when Draco gave an answering moan against his neck, Harry couldn’t take it anymore.
He Apparated all three of them to his bedroom.
They landed on the edge of the bed in the same positions they’d had on the couch. Draco and Severus both froze, startled by the sudden and unexpected transfer.
“Sorry,” Harry said, belatedly realizing how rude it was to Apparate people without warning them first.
Snape shook his head, giving Harry an odd look. “That was…impressive, Potter.”
Harry shrugged. He supposed it was a bit unusual to be able to Side-Along two people at once, especially without a wand, but surely not that unusual. “Thanks,” he said. “And it’s Harry.”
Draco arched into Severus, rubbing against him like a cat. “Can you feel it?” he said, clearly not speaking to Harry. “His power, Merlin, it’s like sunshine…”
Severus stroked Draco’s back. “I feel it.” His voice was hoarse.
Harry stared at them.
Draco caught his expression and smiled. “He doesn’t even know,” he said to Severus. “He has no idea.”
Severus and Draco started kissing again, even more passionately than before. Harry decided there were some things about Slytherins that he would just never understand.
Letting the two have a moment to themselves, Harry got off the bed and took off his shoes and socks. Then he leaned against the bedpost, marveling at how beautiful they looked together. Severus and Draco kissed with the comfortable ease and familiarity of a couple who had made love many times before, and it made Harry’s heart ache a little even as his cock throbbed. He wanted that with Draco. No, he wanted that with both of them.
Draco was trying to push Severus’ robes off his shoulders, but Severus’ hands were busy under Draco’s shirt and he wasn’t cooperating. Draco stopped kissing him to glare. “Off,” he demanded, tugging on the fabric.
Severus chuckled. “Patience.” He lifted Draco easily as he stood, turning around to drop him back onto the bed. He took Harry’s hand and pulled him into a brief, toe-curling kiss. “Undress him,” he said to Harry. “Then yourself.”
He moved away. Harry joined Draco on the bed, eager to see him naked again and too aroused to make a production out of it. He undressed Draco as quickly as humanly possible, barely restraining himself from tearing at the cloth, and discarded his own clothing with equal haste. Then he pulled Draco up to kneel with him on the bed, letting his lips and hands roam freely over that flawless pale skin as Draco clung to him and moaned.
A dip in the mattress let Harry know Severus had rejoined them, and he reluctantly removed his lips from Draco’s shoulder to turn his head and look. Severus was naked as well, and Harry’s eyes were immediately drawn to his cock. His large, fully hard, absolutely gorgeous cock.
Severus noticed him looking and smirked. He knelt next to them, taking one of Harry’s hands and placing it on his erection. Harry gave it a few experimental strokes, amazed by how thick and heavy it was.
After a few seconds, Severus gently pulled Harry’s hand away and moved behind him. “Do you want me to fuck you?” he said into Harry’s ear. His voice caressed Harry’s skin like velvet, melted against his nerve endings like dark chocolate, and Harry couldn’t help but shudder as he nodded.
Severus reached around him to run his fingers through Draco’s hair. “Do you want to fuck Draco?”
“God, yes,” Harry said, his hands squeezing Draco’s thighs. Draco closed his eyes, delighting in their touches.
Severus bit Harry’s earlobe. “Do you think you can handle both at the same time?”
“Severus,” Draco gasped, eyes flying open.
Harry could only moan helplessly at the images the suggestion conjured. He’d never thought…he’d never imagined…What would it be like to fuck and be fucked at the same time? The mind boggled.
“Assuming, of course, that Draco is willing,” said Severus, dropping his hand to Draco’s hip.
“Yes,” Draco said, “yes, I want that, I want to feel you fucking him into me-”
Harry dropped his head, trying to keep himself under control. There wasn’t going to be any fucking at all if Severus and Draco kept saying such sinfully erotic things.
“I trust you have lubrication?” Severus said.
Harry lifted his head. “Yeah,” he croaked. “It’s…hang on…” He stretched his hand towards the night-table and wordlessly Summoned the lube, wondering at the way Draco shivered and Severus’ hand tightened on his shoulder. He handed the jar to Severus.
Severus unscrewed it and sniffed disdainfully. “Passable, but hardly optimal,” he said. “Next time, we will use my own.”
Next time? Harry’s heart fluttered, and he saw the quick expression of relief that flashed across Draco’s face. Then he couldn’t concentrate anymore, because Severus was kneading his arse.
“How long has it been?”
“Er…” Harry tried to remember the last time he had bottomed. “I don’t know. At least a year. Maybe longer.” He felt a sudden stab of doubt. What if he couldn’t take Severus’ cock?
“I shall go slowly, then.” Severus scooped some lube out of the jar and passed it to Draco. “And I suspect Draco will prove a more than adequate distraction from any discomfort.”
Harry wasn’t sure what Severus meant by “distraction” until Draco moved away from them, scooting backwards up the bed until he was half-sitting and half-lying against the headboard, his legs spread and knees bent so that Harry and Severus could see the most intimate part of him. He closed his eyes and ran his lubed fingers over his own hole.
“God,” Harry said, shocked. He had never seen anything more erotic.
Severus nipped at his shoulder. “Hands and knees.”
Harry obeyed automatically, unable to tear his eyes away from Draco even as he felt one of Severus’ long, thin fingers push inside him slowly. It wasn’t uncomfortable at all, and Harry relaxed a little. Although it was true that he generally preferred to top, he certainly had no problem being fucked- especially by a man as compelling as Severus. And especially if it meant he got to watch Draco doing that.
Draco slid two fingers inside himself, moving much faster than Severus was.
“Slowly, Draco.”
“Sorry,” Draco said, but he didn’t slow his pace at all.
“Draco,” Severus said warningly. “Do as I say.”
Draco moaned, his hand slowing immediately.
“He likes to be told what to do,” Severus whispered in Harry’s ear. “Only in this context, of course. I wouldn’t recommend trying it outside the bedroom.”
Harry’s laugh turned into a gasp as Severus added a second finger, stretching him carefully. He watched the way Draco was biting his lip, clearly struggling against the urge to move faster.
“Is he not the most beautiful man you have ever seen?” said Snape, right as he pressed his fingers against Harry’s prostate.
“Yes!” Harry exclaimed, both in response to the question and in approval of Severus’ actions. He’d almost forgotten what that felt like, and he pushed his arse back against Severus’ fingers, eager for more.
Severus rewarded him with another stroke that sent lightning up Harry’s spine. “Ours,” he said. “He belongs to us.” He raised his voice slightly. “Do you hear me, Draco?”
“Yes,” Draco gasped. “Yours.”
Severus pushed a third finger into Harry, and it burned a little, but Harry couldn’t care about the pain when he was watching the way Draco’s hips lifted off the bed as he fucked himself on his own fingers.
“Stop hiding, Draco,” Severus ordered. “Look at us.”
Draco opened his eyes, the grey a thin ring around the black of his dilated pupils. He groaned at the sight of Severus preparing Harry, and his eyelids fluttered but remained open.
Severus spoke in low, firm tones. “You will never let anyone else see you like this again. You will never let anyone else touch you. Ever. Do you understand?”
Harry gripped the bedcovers tightly as the possessiveness in Severus’ voice washed over him, warming his heart even as it heated his blood. The way Severus was including him in the bond he had with Draco…Harry had never felt so desired, so wanted, and a part of him couldn’t believe that it was Severus Snape making him feel that way.
Draco obviously felt the same. “Yes,” he said breathlessly. “I don’t want anyone else. I never did.” His voice broke. “Please, I need you. I need you both, I-”
“We know what you need,” Severus said. “Get on your knees.”
Draco scrambled to his knees, turning around to brace his hands on the headboard and spreading his legs wide. Both Harry and Severus inhaled sharply at the sight.
“Are you ready?” Severus asked Harry.
“Fuck, yes,” Harry said. His entire body felt like it was on fire.
Severus withdrew his fingers and kissed the side of Harry’s neck. “Then take him.”
Harry crawled up the bed and took hold of Draco’s hips, sinking all the way inside him in one smooth, easy thrust.
Draco sighed happily. “Yes, Harry, so good-”
“I love you,” Harry said.
“I love you, too.”
Harry dropped his head onto Draco’s shoulder, feeling like he was dreaming. The whole situation was utterly surreal.
Severus put his hand on Harry’s back; his cock rested heavily against Harry’s arse. “This will likely be painful at first,” he said. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”
“I won’t need you to stop.”
“Gryffindor,” Severus muttered under his breath.
Harry had reason to doubt himself a second later as Severus’ thick cock breached his hole. Pain lanced up his spine, and he gasped. Severus halted immediately.
“Don’t stop,” Harry said through gritted teeth.
“You-”
“Don’t stop.”
Severus pushed forward a little more. Harry tried to regulate his breathing.
“Put your hands on mine,” Draco said.
Harry did, lacing their fingers together. God, Severus was huge. Harry felt like he was being split in half. He couldn’t imagine what it had been like for Draco to lose his virginity like this. Even as careful and slow as Severus was being, the pain far outweighed any pleasure, and Harry’s cock started to soften.
“Oh, no you don’t,” said Draco. He squeezed his arse around Harry’s cock, and Harry yelped at the sudden burst of pleasure in the midst of his pain.
“Draco-”
“Just breathe. It’ll get better, so much better. I promise.” He squeezed again, then again, setting up a rhythm that quickly worked Harry back up to full hardness despite the pain in his arse.
Severus slid in the final inches, so that his balls finally rested against Harry’s arse. “Are you all right?” he asked, his voice strained.
“Yeah.” And he was; his muscles were already starting to adjust to the intrusion. “You can move a little.”
Severus withdrew a few inches, then pushed back in slowly. It felt good- he was able to reach nerves that Harry hadn’t even known he had. Then the next shallow thrust brought the full weight of Severus’ cock against Harry’s prostate, and he shouted as one of the most intense sensations he’d ever felt flooded his body.
“Told you,” Draco said smugly. “Are you going to fuck me now or what?”
Severus let out a sharp bark of laughter. “Impatient,” he chided. He thrust again, a little more forcefully this time.
“Oh, God,” Harry said. “Oh, my God.”
Draco pushed back against him anxiously. “Please.”
Severus held Harry’s hips firmly. “Move with me,” he said.
It took Harry a few seconds to coordinate his brain with his body, but he let Severus guide him. Severus withdrew partway from Harry’s arse, pulling Harry’s hips back with him so that Harry withdrew from Draco. Then he pushed Harry’s hips forward at the same time as he thrust forward himself, so that Harry was simultaneously filled with Severus’ cock and buried inside Draco. Harry struggled to remember how to breathe.
A few similar thrusts later, and Harry fell into the rhythm, moving with Severus naturally instead of having to be guided. He let go of Draco’s hands to grasp his hips, giving himself better leverage.
“Good,” Severus said. His voice and muscles were tense with the strain of holding himself back.
“Harder,” said Draco.
Severus gave a harsh groan, and he pulled himself and Harry back before snapping their hips forward sharply. Harry and Draco both cried out.
Harry gave himself up to it, letting instinct take over. Severus fucked him hard, catching his prostate with practically every thrust, and Harry fucked Draco even harder, clutching his hips hard enough to bruise. His world narrowed to the feel of Draco’s arse around his cock, tight and hot, and Severus’ relentless, demanding cock in his own arse, the sound of Severus’ harsh panting breaths and Draco’s high-pitched cries. He had never felt anything this good; one body couldn’t possibly contain so much pleasure. His nerves sparked from his toes to the roots of his hair, and he felt like he might fly apart.
Draco writhed on Harry’s cock, plainly on the edge. “Make him come,” Severus managed to get out.
Harry took Draco’s cock in one hand and stroked him as hard as he was fucking him. Draco bucked against him, shuddered, and came with a choked cry. The feel of Draco’s arse clenching and rippling around his cock was too much for Harry, and he bit Draco’s shoulder to muffle his own cry of completion.
“Christ, Potter- Harry- fuck,” Severus groaned. He gave a final brutal thrust and came inside Harry, his hips continuing to pump until he was entirely spent.
Draco’s limbs gave out and he collapsed onto the bed, bringing Harry and Severus down on top of him. For a long moment, none of them moved, the only sound in the room that of their ragged breathing.
“I can’t breathe,” Draco finally said.
Cursing, Severus got up on his knees. He withdrew his cock carefully, but Harry still felt like half his entrails went with it. Severus moved off to one side, and Harry forced himself to get up. He pulled out and flopped down on Draco’s other side.
Draco didn’t move. Harry and Severus exchanged a worried glance, and Severus put his hand on Draco’s back. “Draco-”
“I’m okay,” Draco said. His voice had an almost dreamy quality to it. “That was…”
“Yes,” Severus said.
Since neither Draco nor Harry had the presence of mind to do it, Severus Summoned his wand and cast a quick cleaning spell on all three of them. He rolled Draco onto his back and pressed up against Draco’s side. Harry did the same.
Draco opened his eyes and looked at Severus. “I love you,” he said.
“And I you.”
Draco’s eyes fluttered closed, but not before he found Harry’s hand and squeezed it. When he was sure Draco was asleep, Harry gently released his hand and pulled the blanket up from the foot of the bed to cover the three of them. He rested his hand on Draco’s chest. A few seconds later, Severus’ hand covered his own, and Harry gripped it tightly.
He wasn’t sure if this would work, if the three of them could take two separate loves and forge something even stronger. He didn’t know if the wizarding world would accept them, and he didn’t know if they could survive Draco’s insecurities, Severus’ possessiveness, Harry’s own jealousy.
But he was going to give it one hell of a try.
O Death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?
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