THREE MEN
By Celandine and Your Cruise Director

1. Three Men and a Potion

"I should have realized this would happen the first time she said she wanted to try it with a penis," said Remus morosely, staring into his drink.

"Ginny wouldn't have left me for a woman with a penis!" Harry objected. "I mean, I HAVE a penis. What's the matter with mine?" He blushed when he realized that Remus was leaning over to look at his crotch. "Hey!"

"Well, is it very small?" Remus asked bluntly. He'd had too much firewhisky to be tactful.

"It is not!" Harry was blushing furiously. "That is, it's not as big as Seamus's, but it's bigger than Ron's! At least, when Ron isn't..." Harry had never seen Ron with an erection and fervently hoped that he never would. Not because Ron was a bloke, but because he was -- well -- Ron. And it would be weird to see him naked when Harry had had sex with his sister... and that one time with Charlie, but they'd both been drunk, so that didn't count.

"I'm sure Tonks didn't leave me because my penis was too small," Remus declared mournfully, picking up the drink and swirling it. "It's quite large. Sirius was always jealous."

"Don't talk about Sirius!" complained Harry automatically. He had never seen Sirius with an erection either, and now he never would.

"...and so was your father, and Peter was so jealous that I'm pretty sure..."

"Shut up already!" Harry kicked Remus under the table. Now he had a forest of cocks springing up in his mind, all of them attached to men he wouldn't have been thinking about if he weren't so drunk and depressed. Of course, it was probably worse for Remus, who had lost not only his lover but his home when Tonks kicked him out for Ginny. At least Harry still had number twelve, Grimmauld Place... not that that was exactly a cheery place to go home to. Especially alone. Which, of course, was why he was here.

"Tonks had a fairly nice penis," Remus said reflectively. "Not too big, and she didn't really know how to use it, but..."

At this, Harry stuck his fingers in his ears. "I do not want to hear about your sex life with Tonks! With or without a penis!" Because he was blocking his hearing, he did not realize how loud his voice had grown, and he suddenly became aware that people were staring. Including a familiar face... the very last person, in fact, that Harry would have wanted to overhear a thing like that.

"Well, well, Potter. Lupin. Drink often?" The sneering face of Severus Snape loomed closer as he rose from his seat at the bar to approach their table. His hair was as greasy as ever, and he was wearing his usual black robes fastened with what seemed like a thousand buttons.

Remus looked up blearily. "Severus. How are you?"

"Quite well. I gather the same cannot be said for you, however," Snape replied, casting a condescending look over Lupin -- whose clothes, it had to be admitted, were even more shabby than his usual low standard.

"At least we're not drinking alone," Harry snapped at him. "Unlike some."

Remus, unfortunately, misunderstood what Harry intended by that declaration. "Pull up a chair, Severus. What are you doing at the Leaky Cauldron?"

"I had business at the Ministry," Snape said shortly. "It seemed more convenient to stay here tonight than return to Hogsmeade and walk to Hogwarts in the dark."

"Still under investigation?" Harry asked. Snape glared and Remus shot a reproachful look at him. Severus had actually been cleared two years before.

"Still having trouble keeping your thoughts to yourself?" Infuriatingly, Snape smirked, finishing whatever it was he had been drinking and signaling for another. He glanced at Harry's nearly empty glass. "Perhaps you should go easy on the liquor, Potter."

"We both have reason to get drunk tonight," Remus explained, despite another kick to the shins from Harry. "Ginny and Tonks have... have..." He pulled out a handkerchief and blew his nose. "Allergies," he added.

"Of course," said Snape in a voice that made clear he didn't believe it. "There are potions to take care of that, you know."

"Do you ever think about anything besides potions?" Harry was really not in the mood to listen to Snape's smugly superior commentary, especially under these circumstances. Maybe not under any circumstances. "Listen, Snape, neither of us will be entertaining company tonight, so if you don't mind..."

"Oh, I don't mind. I hardly expect anything else from you, Potter." Snape stretched his legs, crossing them in front of him, and leaned back with a smirk as a waiter approached with a fresh drink for him. "But I do occasionally think about things other than potions."

"Like what?" asked Remus. "Even back in school, that was all that ever seemed to interest you."

"I think he thought plenty about the Dark Arts," muttered Harry. Snape looked pleased. "Making plans to become the next Dark Lord, perhaps?"

"There would be disadvantages to that choice of career." Snape took a sip of his drink. "With that sort of infamy, it's very difficult to have any sort of private life. If you take my meaning."

This was worse than hearing Remus talk about Sirius' cock, but strangely fascinating nonetheless. Harry tried to sneak a peek at Snape's groin, but the robes made it impossible to form any sort of impression about what lay beneath, just as they had when Harry was a student. Not that Harry had ever looked, of course.

Remus, however, perked up visibly if indiscreetly at Snape's remark. "Are you seeing someone, Severus?" he inquired. "Is it anyone we know?"

"Not at the moment," said Snape coolly, "but it has been known to happen. Yes, Potter, really," he added to Harry's look of disbelief.

Harry was trying to imagine who might be desperate enough to want to shag Snape. Maybe Professor Trelawney, if she was drunk enough, or the mousy receptionist at St. Mungo's. Or Filch, except that against all odds Harry had heard that he had married Madam Pince. Harry had always assumed that if Filch ever got married, it would be to his cat.

Unfortunately, when Remus got drunk, he also got nostalgic. "I remember when we were back at school, you had the biggest crush on Lucius Malfoy."

Harry was very sorry that he had just taken a drink, as he promptly began to choke. "Lucius Malfoy?" he spluttered as Remus slapped him on the back. "Well. That explains a lot."

Snape was glaring coolly at Remus. "At least I didn't have a crush on a dog," he said pointedly.

"It's not so unnatural for a wolf," countered Remus. "Besides, who but a dog could keep up with me before the full moon?"

Harry was about to object, again, to having to hear innuendo about his godfather's sex life, but Snape looked intrigued. "I've read about the stamina of werewolves," he said, a prurient gleam in his eye. "Are the rumors true?"

"Which rumors have you heard?"

"I really don't want..." Harry tried to interrupt, but neither man was listening. In fact they were eyeing each other speculatively. Was that an expression of lust on Remus' face?

"The full moon is the night after tomorrow, Severus," he said softly. "Would you like to investigate for yourself?"

"You're drunk," Harry reminded Remus firmly. "You don't really want to do this." He looked at Snape. "He doesn't really want to do this," he repeated.

"Jealous that he didn't ask you first, Potter?" asked Snape, smiling slightly, though his eyes had not left Remus. To him, he added, "I have a room upstairs."

"Of course not!" Harry objected. "I've never thought of Remus that way!"

"I have just two words for you, Potter: Occlumency lessons," said Snape. Harry blushed from his collar to the roots of his unruly hair. "If you thought I didn't notice those little fantasies..."

"Harry! I had no idea," said Remus. At least he wasn't disgusted. In fact, he looked rather cheered at the thought. "I always assumed you thought of me as an old man."

"No older than Sirius," Harry muttered, taking a drink. Even if Sirius had been his godfather. He pushed out of his mind the fact that both Remus and Sirius had been the same age as his parents as well.

Snape made a face. "Azkaban was not kind to Black. Although you're aging rather well, Lupin. For a..."

"If I'm going to go up to your room with you, don't you think you could call me Remus?" Harry was concerned to see that Remus was smiling. Didn't he realize how drunk he was? "I've waited a long time for this, Severus."

"But...!" Harry watched, appalled, while Remus and Severus stood up together, as if things had already been decided. "Remus! We were going to get drunk together!"

"And we have," said Remus kindly, leaning over and kissing him on the cheek. He must have been very, very drunk to have done that. "Well, come on."

"Come on where?"

"Come upstairs," Snape replied in the voice that suggested Harry was the stupidest wizard ever to be admitted to Hogwarts.

Harry gulped, but did not resist as Remus tugged on his hand and Snape led them upstairs to his room on the top floor. It was a small room, but had a double bed. There was nowhere but the bed to sit, since Snape's bag was on the single chair in the corner.

Remus had started undoing Snape's buttons as soon as the door closed, but was having trouble owing to his state of intoxication. He looked at Harry entreatingly. "Help me?"

"Help you undress Snape?"

"If I am to call him Remus, I suppose that you had better call me Severus," Snape told Harry. He was unfastening Remus' buttons with far more dexterity than Remus was displaying. Harry wondered whether Snape was even drunk. "You could always remove your own clothes if you do not wish to assist Remus."

"But... you can't possibly want to shag me." As soon as the words were out, Harry blushed again. "I mean, you hate me."

"What makes you think that?" said Snape softly.

"You always have!"

Remus grinned. "He fooled Voldemort for twenty years; don't you think he could fool you?"

"Oh." Harry felt a right idiot at the reminder.

"Clothes," Snape reminded him. Almost without thinking, Harry pulled his jumper over his head and began to unfasten his trousers. He had to sit down on the bed again to remove his shoes before he could pull them down, but then he remembered that Remus thought he might have a small penis and tried to cover it with his hands.

Remus had been telling the truth when he said that his own was not small. It was, in fact, the largest that Harry had ever seen... not that he had seen that many. Certainly not in the state that Remus' was in, sticking straight out from his body and getting larger by the second. He hoped that Remus didn't plan on putting that thing inside his arse, because he could not imagine how it might fit.

Fortunately Snape did not appear at all intimidated by the size of Remus' prick, even though his own was somewhat smaller... about the same size as Harry's, Harry was relieved to see. He moved his hands away from his crotch. "You look so much like your father," Remus murmured, and both Harry and Snape flinched at the same time.

"I really don't want to hear that!" Snape nodded emphatic agreement. "Um, if you don't mind my asking, what exactly are we going to do?"

"What do you want to do, Severus?" asked Remus agreeably.

An unsightly flush spread over Severus' face. "I've been working on a salve," he said, "but it still needs to be tested. I suppose that for my research purposes, I should test it myself."

"What kind of salve is it?" Harry asked uneasily.

Snape looked at him as if he had failed his first-year Potions examination. "Lubricant," he said.

"Then you should bottom!" said Remus with almost frightening enthusiasm.

"I suppose that to be thorough, I should try it both ways," Snape contradicted.

"Oh. I suppose that's true. Harry, you don't mind if Severus fucks you, do you?"

How had Harry got himself into this? He was supposed to be getting drunk and feeling maudlin about Ginny, and instead he was about to be buggered by Severus Snape! He wasn't sure he'd drunk enough for this, or that he was capable of drinking enough for this. "How do you know he's any good at it?" he demanded.

Snape drew himself up to his full height. "Are you questioning my professional judgment, Potter?"

"Er, no, sir." Harry said the word automatically, as if he were a student once again. He berated himself silently for the slip. Snape looked entirely satisfied with this response, and gestured toward the bed, not giving Harry a chance to object further.

"Are we just going to get straight down to business, then?" asked Harry. He wasn't even hard yet. Not completely at least. Seeing Remus' cock had given him some encouragement.

"We have all night, don't we?" said Remus, happily flinging himself on the bed and gesturing for Harry to join him. It still felt sort of weird to be looking at him naked. Harry sat and shuffled up onto the mattress, watching as Snape crossed the room and returned with a small vial of what had to be the salve he wanted to try.

"Can I smell it?" he asked.

Snape handed him the vial and Harry sniffed at it. It smelled like cedar and something sort of musty. Harry was rather surprised; from the way Snape had been talking, he'd expected something like Felix Felicis. At least this didn't remind him of Ginny.

"Does it meet with your approval, Potter?" asked Snape, bending to take the vial back. Harry was about to ask why Snape was still calling him Potter when Snape looked into his face, leaned forward and kissed him.

He kissed well, Harry had to admit. Much better than he had expected... not, of course, that he had ever thought about kissing Snape. Not seriously.

He felt the bed shift behind him and Remus' hands touch his shoulders. Then Remus kissed his neck. His moustache tickled a bit and Harry squirmed, breaking the kiss with Snape, who looked over his shoulder at Remus. They sandwiched Harry in between them as they kissed, the hair on their chests rubbing against Harry on both sides. It was strange to have so much hardness all around him instead of curves. His cock was definitely interested now.

"You've done this before, with men, haven't you, Harry?" Remus asked him. Snape pulled back far enough to look at his face, which was still hot from having called Snape sir. Even though Harry had become a very good Occlumens, he had never been able to resist properly when Snape tried to read his mind, so he knew better than to try to lie.

"Just once. Um, and just with one man at the time." Snape smirked, and Harry had the distinct impression that this pleased him.

"But you were the bottom." Snape stated it as a fact. Harry couldn't claim that he had topped, but he resented that Snape had assumed the reverse so quickly, and his annoyance clearly amused Snape even more. Remus, on the other hand, only seemed happy that Harry was not completely inexperienced. He tugged at Harry's shoulder to turn him around and began to kiss him.

Remus' mouth tasted of the firewhisky he'd been drinking and his kisses were sloppier than Snape's, thought Harry, who then felt guilty that he had ranked Snape above Remus at anything. Of course, Remus was rather drunk and Snape seemed not affected at all, so maybe it wasn't a fair comparison.

Kissing Remus back, Harry was aware of Snape watching the two of them with great interest. He felt a little self-conscious -- he would never willingly have admitted to Snape before tonight that he wanted to kiss Remus, or Snape himself for that matter, no matter what Snape might have seen while poking around uninvited inside Harry's mind.

"So sweet," Remus sighed, nuzzling Harry's ear, and Harry caught a glimpse of Snape's prick bobbing in front of him as Snape watched them. He would also never have thought that would appeal to him, but he reached out and took it in his hand. The skin was hot and dry under his fingers as he slid them along the shaft, and Snape made a noise in his throat that told Harry he liked what was happening.

"Here." Snape lifted the vial. "Hold out your hand."

The dollop of salve felt cool and almost tingly on his fingers as Harry smoothed it on Snape's cock. It spread much further than he expected; his hand was still slippery with it, so he reached down towards Remus' prick as well. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Snape pouring a bit more into his own hand.

"That werewolf prick needs as much coverage as possible," he said approvingly, and his hand joined Harry's on Remus' large cock, their fingers bumping as together they made Remus moan. Harry could not imagine that huge erection inside anyone without hurting and he was enthralled by the idea that Snape actually wanted to be fucked by it. And Snape wanted to fuck him, too, even though Harry had never thought Snape liked the way he looked, too much his father's son... it felt wickedly exciting.

"Why don't you get on all fours on the bed, so I can prepare you," Snape suggested, his tone almost an order.

As Harry scrambled to obey, he felt Remus' hand stroke over him. "Nice. I tried to imagine this..."

Hearing that startled Harry. He'd never suspected that Remus thought of him that way before tonight; as a student, certainly, perhaps even as a quasi-godson, but not as someone Remus wanted to have sex with. To know that both Remus and Snape were keen to fuck him was balm to Harry's Ginny-bruised ego and he quivered as he knelt on the bed, his legs parted for Snape.

Even as his arse was slicked, though, he felt a hand -- no, two hands, it must be both of the other men touching him, one fondling his balls from behind and the other toying with his cock. Harry buried his face in the pillow, panting as he was spread open. That must be Remus making little growling noises, he decided, and whimpered when the warm hand around his prick went away.

"Patience, Potter." Snape's cock slid along the crack between Harry's arse cheeks. "Can't have you finishing too soon -- you're considerably younger than we are." Harry wanted to reply that that only meant he'd be hard again twice as fast, but he didn't want to embarrass himself either, coming before Snape had even...

Something that felt huge and blunt pushed into Harry, and he let out a yelp of surprise. A moment later it had retreated and he realized he had just shrieked like a virgin from being penetrated by Snape's cock. He blushed violently as Snape said, "Perhaps I ought to try that more slowly."

"No -- it's okay -- you just startled me." Oh, that had been a stupid thing to say; it wasn't as if Snape could fuck him without putting his prick in Harry's arse!

But Snape must have been more drunk than Harry thought, because he made no belittling comments, only rubbed up and down in the cleft, smearing more lube, before pressing just the head of his cock inside again. "Fuck, you're tight," he groaned.

Which must be good, although Harry refrained from asking to make sure; if it was something obvious then Snape would laugh, maybe Remus too, and he was feeling out of place enough already. Besides, he was too busy trying to keep breathing and relax against the sensation of having Snape's cock slowly thrust inside him. He'd never actually done this before; Charlie had sucked him off, and Harry had returned the favor.

"Pass that over," Remus complained from behind Snape. "You do want me to fuck you, don't you, Severus? I'll need more if I'm to do it properly, you're dry as parchment back here."

Harry stifled a snort, which turned into a groan of pleasure as the prick in his arse brushed over his prostate. Merlin, if he'd known it would feel like that! He tried to balance on one forearm and reach for his own cock with the other, but was unexpectedly shoved forward. Snape's hands curled around his hips and pulled him back to the rumble of a low chuckle. "Careful, Remus."

"Sorry." Remus sounded breathless.

Harry had no choice but to drop both his hands to the mattress, bracing himself against his elbows and fists. If Snape felt this huge, he couldn't even imagine what it would be like for Snape to have Remus' prick inside him, but Snape certainly did not seem to object to the preparation. He was groaning, pressing in and out of Harry, and one of his hands came around Harry's side to wrap around his aching cock.

"I'm -- oh fuck -- can't help it, I need to come!" Harry gasped. Just when he thought he had no choice but to explode and take himself out of the game, he felt Snape squeeze him hard at the very base of his erection. He cried out again, but whatever Snape had done had worked: he didn't ejaculate, and was able to hold still as Remus shifted, making the mattress heave as he pressed close to Snape and pushed in. The first thrust practically sent Harry crashing into the headboard, and he had to brace his arms again.

"Am I hurting you, Harry?" Both the question and having Snape call him by his first name were unexpectedly exciting. Could Snape tell he'd never had a cock inside him? Somehow Harry had a feeling that Snape would love to know it, though Harry doubted he'd have had the courage to let Snape be his first if Remus hadn't been here as well, making wonderful growling noises as he shamelessly fucked Snape's evidently experienced arse.

"No," he panted. It did hurt, a little, but in a good way. Each time Snape pushed forward or pulled out through the tight ring of muscle was like scratching an itch he hadn't known he had. Snape's bollocks slapped warm and heavy against his perineum.

"Good." Snape's hand was still coiled around Harry's prick and his thumb was stroking along the length of it, making Harry suck in his breath with a hiss. Snape's breath was hot on Harry's neck and he started whispering into Harry's ear. "You're the hottest fuck I've had in a long time. How long can you hold out? I want you to wait until I tell you to come, you'll come harder than you ever have. I know all your secrets..."

Hearing Snape talk dirty made Harry's mind whirl. He wasn't in control of this at all -- Remus was setting the pace now, and to a lesser extent Snape, and Harry could only accept what they were doing. He loved it. No one was going to make any demands he couldn't handle, all he had to do was manage not to come until Snape said so. Already he could tell that Snape's promise that it would be the best orgasm he'd ever had was going to be fulfilled.

If he could wait... he moaned again, and Snape squeezed again, forcing him to control himself.

Remus, meanwhile, was making wonderful noises and fucking Snape hard; Harry could hear the slap of his thighs against the backs of Snape's each time he thrust in, and he'd never known anyone to growl and grunt and moan so much. It made a nice contrast with Snape's entirely articulate control: "You don't want to come yet, Harry, not until I tell you. Another time I'll put a ring around your cock and balls and make you wait. I'll let you ride me, and you can come on my chest as a reward..."

Harry cried out deliriously at the same moment Remus groaned, "Severus!" He was thrusting fast, shoving Snape into Harry each time, and each jolt sent a new wave of pleasure through Harry's groin. Then Remus groaned Harry's name as well, fumbling down over Snape's hip to touch him.

He couldn't help it, he couldn't -- Harry bit into the pillow and tried to think of something, anything, besides the way it felt to have both Snape and Remus touching him at once. Remembering this moment was going to let him conjure his Patronus wandless for the foreseeable future. Then Snape went still against him, quivering, and commanded, "All right, Harry, come for us now."

His balls were drawn up so tight and he'd been holding back so long, with Snape's help, that he wailed as he came, unable to articulate even "fuck" or "god" or the name of either man whose fingers he wetted with his semen as he shook. All he could do was try to gasp in enough air not to faint.

"Harry?" Remus' voice seemed distant.

"Harry." So did Snape's, although he couldn't be, since Harry could feel Snape's cock slipping out of his arse.

"Mm." Harry didn't want to move, despite being weighted down under two sweaty bodies. He sprawled flat, and after a moment he felt Snape put his hands on either side of his head, bracing up on his knees to let Remus fuck him without them crushing Harry underneath.

Now Snape was groaning too, though he was still talking. "I always knew you'd fuck like an animal, Lupin -- don't slow down, that wasn't a complaint! Keep going, it's so dirty with you..."

Despite the pleasant lassitude in his body, Harry wanted to see their faces. Careful not to knock Snape over, he rolled between his arms and legs, looking up at his unnaturally flushed face.

Snape's eyes were wide and bright and Harry discovered that he could do what Snape had always done so easily to him: he could read his thoughts. Which right now were a torrid collection of images, including a rutting werewolf and a wide-eyed Harry Potter kneeling on his Hogwarts office floor.

If he hadn't just come, he would have been hard in an instant. As it was, his spent cock gave a little twitch. Snape had thought that about him? Some of what he saw made Harry's throat dry... there were fantasies that matched his own, and some that he'd never even dared imagine.

He reached for Snape's hard prick, still slick from the salve, and let Remus' rhythm thrust it through his encircling hand. Tentatively, almost timidly, he thought about how Snape fucking him had felt, and let that image flow from his own thoughts to Snape's. The dark eyes widened further, their expression disbelieving.

"Oh, fuck, Lupin, this was Harry's first time bottoming." Snape broke off the ongoing monologue and moved his head the few inches necessary to fasten his lips to Harry's, using his tongue like a cock and thrusting it into Harry's mouth just as his prick was thrusting into Harry's hand. His open eyes were so close to Harry's that the Legilimency between them was more intense than Harry would have believed possible -- this was like being inside Snape's head. Snape was so aroused that Harry began to be again, too.

If he had known that sex with Snape would be like this, he might have skipped all that time with Ginny and proclaimed his queerness to the world as soon as he'd left Hogwarts. Remus, too, was sexier than he had ever imagined, making those growling, grunting, barking noises as he thrust into Snape, though Harry still couldn't imagine how that huge prick couldn't hurt going in. But it was Snape right now who was kissing him and rubbing over him, nudging his fingers aside to bring their cocks together.

When Snape suddenly called out, spurting jet after jet of hot cream onto Harry's belly, he saw in Snape's mind his own face contorted with pleasure -- Snape's fantasy of Harry having an orgasm -- and moaned with him, thrusting up against the wiry hair of his pelvis. "God, Severus, YES!" Remus roared, very nearly crushing him on top of Harry as he pushed in erratically. Harry could only see part of Remus' face above Snape's shoulder, but his mouth was open and he looked happier than Harry had ever seen him.

By the time the other two had fallen still, Harry was fully hard again and whimpering softly. "I think Potter's ready for more," Snape told Remus, turning his head as if sharing a grave confidence.

Grinning down, Remus shifted to one side and Snape to the other. "Why, Severus, you made a mess of him. Surely we should clean that up." A moment later, two tongues were on Harry's cock, vying for dominance, with occasional detours to his balls and the streaks drying on his abdomen where Snape had ejaculated on him.

Harry acquiesced very happily to their ministrations, watching the two heads bobbing over his prick. If they paused to kiss each other for a while instead of licking him, Harry was content to enjoy that sight as well, being quite sure that neither Remus nor Snape was going to let him go unsatisfied.

Eventually Remus settled down to sucking him in earnest, still making those animalistic snuffles and growls in his throat as he worked over Harry's cock. Snape nibbled his way up Harry's chest instead and began to nuzzle his neck, his fingers finding Harry's nipples and pinching them, twisting until Harry moaned at the delightful torment.

"No wonder you were so tight," Snape breathed into Harry's ear. "I thought you said you'd bottomed before."

Having sex had been Charlie's idea, but when it had come down to it, it had not quite happened. "I've never topped," Harry conceded, his hips rising involuntarily as Remus ran his fingernails over the tender skin of Harry's balls. It wasn't as if Snape had given him a chance to explain earlier. However, it also wasn't as if Snape was upset at having been deceived; he appeared instead to be positively gleeful as he leaned in to kiss Harry again.

Between the fingers tugging at his nipples and the tongue flicking over the sensitive head of his cock, Harry was on the verge of another orgasm. And Snape was hard again as well; Harry could feel his prick nudging against his hip. "Would you let me inside you again?" he whispered.

With a helpless groan, Harry arched into Remus' mouth, reaching down to squeeze his cock the way Snape had squeezed it to keep him from coming before. "Yes," he said.

Remus had apparently overheard the conversation, and put his hands on Harry's hips to help him roll onto his side without ever removing his mouth from Harry's cock. Snape slid into place behind him, also on his side, and Harry could feel him fumbling with the jar of his new potion. He wondered whether Snape was just eager to carry on his tests or whether it was perhaps an excuse to be inside Harry again.

The salve felt good as Snape dabbed it on him, soothingly cool and slick. The lingering soreness dissipated as Snape's prick nudged into him, and Harry gasped, a shiver running through him as the nerves between his arse and his cock suddenly came afire. He moved the back of his hand against the stubble of Remus' jaw, and Remus seemed to realize what he needed, stopping sucking at Harry and just holding his cock tenderly with lips and tongue, so that Harry was able to keep himself in check as Snape began to move.

"I haven't been this quick to recover in years," Snape was murmuring into Harry's ear. "Some of it's the potion, but it's you and Remus, too. Fuck, you're hot, Harry, you're so tight that I could fuck you all day. Ginny Weasley's a fool to give you up."

Harry moaned and rocked back against Snape, not sure whether it was Snape's words or his cock that made him feel the greater thrill. He looked down to Remus and saw that having paused from blowing Harry, he had wrapped a hand around his own cock and was tugging at it rapidly. Harry almost wanted to know what it would be like to have Remus' huge prick in him, but this was more than good enough... maybe another time. If there was another time, and they weren't all too embarrassed afterward.

"Lift your leg, put it on Remus' shoulder, Harry," Snape suggested, his hand snaking around to pinch Harry's nipples once more, and Harry complied.

At this angle Snape could push deeply inside him and Harry had more control to press back. If he stayed in this position, he would likely come all over Remus' face, soon... oh, his cock liked that idea! But he didn't know if Remus would like it so much.

With Snape, however, he had no such concerns, which was both a surprise and a delight. He would never have guessed that Snape would be so vocal during sex! "I'm going to fill your arse again," Snape was crooning. "And then I'm going to lick it clean. And then, if you're up for another go, you can fill my arse -- I never imagined I'd be so lucky as to find you nearly untouched."

Harry blushed scarlet, but Remus was leering enthusiastically at him as well, wanking himself hard. "You can fuck me while he's fucking you, Severus," he panted.

"If the salve works as I designed it to, I can," Snape promised. He let go of Harry's nipple and reached to touch Remus' face. "That legendary stamina of the werewolf was what I had in mind."

Remus licked his lips and grinned, then again licked Harry's cock, dragging his tongue over the head as if he were a dog tasting a bone, and growled.

"Oh, fuck!" Harry cried out and convulsed without warning, spattering Remus' face. His arse clenched around Snape's prick, which slammed in and out, fast, as if Snape had wanted to come before Harry did and was now trying to catch up.

"I'm going to cure you of that regrettable lack of control, Harry." Snape's voice was low and intense in his ear, and Harry wondered at how much control Snape himself must have, to talk when he must be very close to orgasm. Remus gave a little snort, bringing up his hand to wipe Harry's come off his face, and Snape amended, "The two of us will cure you. Yes, Remus?"

"Oh yes." Remus dragged himself up the bed, grasping Harry's hip and holding him steady against Snape's assault from behind. His prick rubbed against Harry's thigh. "We should really have done this long ago. Maybe Tonks would have enjoyed it, too, with or without her penis." His expression was slightly maudlin once more, though Harry was relieved to see that he didn't look nearly as depressed as he had earlier. Rutting against Harry, Remus added, "But if you don't finish fucking Harry, he can't fuck you, Severus."

"Tell me to come, Harry," Snape said.

Harry felt himself reddening, but he tried to lower his voice and sound as commanding as possible. "Come for me, Severus. I want to feel you do it..."

With a loud grunt, Snape thrust into him hard and Harry felt suddenly slick around the wide shaft. He groaned too; he hadn't expected Snape to respond so quickly. The older man's control was really very impressive.

Remus, however, was still a little drunk, and after a minute or so of sloppy thrusting along Harry's hip while Snape recovered, he moaned and shot streaks of warmth along Harry's hip and over the side onto Snape. Snape slid his hand into the mess, rubbing it into Harry's skin, which felt delightfully dirty.

It felt even more so when Snape slipped out of Harry, slid down in the bed and spread his arse open with his hands. A moment later his tongue traced a path from one cheek to the center, where he began to lick around Harry's arsehole. "Oh fuck, that's good." Harry heard the whimper in his own voice. He opened his eyes to find Remus grinning at him.

"Never had anyone rim you before?"

Flushing even more deeply, Harry first nodded, then shook his head, then said, "A few times -- not like this." It was almost like being fucked again as Severus' tongue slid inside him and he sucked.

Eyebrows went up, but Remus smiled knowingly. "Tonks didn't much enjoy it either, no matter how clean I was." He touched the pot of salve which had rolled across the mattress. "I'd lay you Galleons to Knuts that this is anti... anti... can't think of the word. Clean, not just slippery. Isn't it, Severus?"

Snape made a grunting sound that Harry took to be assent, his mouth still sealed over Harry's arsehole and his tongue writhing delightfully.

"Antiseptic?" Harry managed to say the word despite his extremely distracted state.

"That's it." Remus pushed away the hair that had flopped into his eyes and unscrewed the lid of the jar, sniffing at the contents. "I wonder." He dabbed a finger in and tasted before taking a bit more and reaching for Harry's cock. "I don't need any help this close to the full moon, but..."

Really, Harry did not need any help either; Snape's tongue in his arse was doing things Harry had never known were possible. He wondered whether there were exercises one had to perform to learn to do that. Still, he glanced down to where he could see Snape's hand wrapped around his upper thigh.

"That salve's an aphrodisiac, Severus?"

There was a pause, then a bit of a shrug, and then Snape did something with his chin against the backs of Harry's balls that made Harry forget the question. Remus' hand had closed around his cock and was stroking him back to hardness, which felt wonderful, but what really had Harry going was the knowledge that he was going to fuck Snape. Really, who ever could have foreseen that?

With a lewd slurping noise, Snape pulled his mouth away from Harry's arse and took the little pot from Remus, crawling between them and slicking his fingers as he reached toward Remus' arse. "No additional lubrication is necessary for me; Remus' ministrations were quite sufficient," he announced.

Then Harry realized that he was about to fuck Snape after Remus had filled him with semen not very long before. He supposed that should have seemed dirty, but it was good-dirty, like they were all sharing something naughty and delightful. And he was going to get to top the pile!

He slid up against Snape's back, reaching around to stroke his nipples. Snape's hair smelled better than he would have expected given its usual greasy appearance. "Any time you're ready," Snape murmured in a suggestive tone, pushing his hips back so that Harry's cock wedged between his buttocks.

It took a moment of fumbling before Harry had himself aligned properly. When he pushed the head of his cock into Snape's arse, he caught his breath, the sound echoed by Snape. The tightness was different from fucking Ginny; neither she nor Harry had ever suggested trying anal sex, although they had done a few things that had seemed rather daring and kinky at the time. Several of the images he had seen in Snape's mind flashed through his memory, and he decided that no, what he and Ginny had tried had in fact been quite tame.

"Come on, Harry, fuck me, that's right." Snape's voice was encouraging, even demanding, as Harry pressed in further until his balls were nestled comfortably against Snape's arse. He wasn't worried about hurting him as he might have done in other circumstances. If Snape could take in Remus' huge prick without a quiver, he could handle Harry. He was slick and hot and open; Harry could feel the remnants of Remus' semen wetting his own cock and it excited him to think that he was sharing this experience indirectly with Remus as well as Snape.

A growl came from Remus as Snape penetrated him. Harry gave Snape's nipple another pinch before stretching to do the same for Remus, provoking a loud yip in response. It was lovely to have them both so vocal, Snape with words and Remus with sounds. Harry wished he were more comfortable making such noises himself, but all he could manage was a few groans and moans and the occasional "oh fuck yes" without feeling like an idiot.

Who would have thought that Snape, who rarely spoke except to criticize, would be the sort to blurt out things like, "Ahh, your prick feels good. Fuck me harder!"? It was impossible to resist that sort of demand! Every time he shoved into Snape, he sent Snape propelling into Remus, who would grunt or growl and shove back, pushing Snape up against Harry. He hoped that he was hitting that same spot inside Snape that Snape had found inside him.

He didn't have to wonder for long; his knee slipped, changing the angle of his thrust, and Snape roared, "Yes, right THERE!" Harry gave up thinking and thrust savagely, listening to Snape's mutterings and Remus' grunts that were practically barks. The bed was creaking beneath them and Harry sincerely hoped it was magically reinforced.

"I'm going to come again," Snape announced breathlessly, very nearly making Harry lose control. "The salve is working, I'm so fucking hard... Harry, you first. I want to feel you filling my arse, I want you to scream." And fuck, how was Harry supposed to hold back after that? He bucked into the tight heat, wailing, balls tightening against Snape's arse, and when they emptied themselves through his cock deep inside Snape, he threw back his head and yelled.

Utterly spent, he could only hang on to Snape's back as Snape cried out, "Fuck, yes, Harry, stay in, I'm almost there and I want you inside me when I come inside Remus... come on Remus, unload that thick cream for me, now, NOW."

"Make it rougher," Remus growled, and Snape's hips snapped, almost unseating Harry's softening prick. Then a howl and a groan and Snape's arse clenched, and Harry knew the other two had come.

It was a few minutes before any of them had the energy to untangle themselves, however; Harry could hardly believe that they'd achieved three go-rounds. Well, he might have managed on his own, if not so rapidly, and maybe Remus could have given what he'd implied about werewolf sexual capacity near the full moon, but it was astonishing that Snape had done so. Harry wondered just what was in that salve.

Remus seemed to be thinking the same thing. "That's an amazing potion you've concocted, Severus. Are you planning to sell it to a grateful public?" He rolled over and propped himself up on an elbow, his expression more at peace than Harry had seen it in months.

"Eventually, when I've perfected it," Snape drawled. Harry didn't think he'd ever known Snape to be so lazily content either. He relaxed back against Harry, who still had his arms around him, even though his prick had finally slipped out.

"Well, you'll make a fortune." Remus didn't sound particularly envious, just pleased for Snape. "I'm grateful you let us help you test it..."

"The pleasure was all mine." In addition to being content, Snape sounded quite smug. Harry wondered how much of that was because he now knew that Harry had never had sex with a man before. He blushed a little when Snape looked over his shoulder at him. "Satisfied?"

"Yes. Very." Even though his cheeks were still warm, Harry smiled a little. He wasn't going to let pride stop him from admitting that he wanted to do this again. "I'd be quite happy to help if you feel you need to make further tests." He winked at Remus. "Since werewolves apparently don't really need something like this."

"Not true," Remus protested cheerfully. "When the moon is waning, it's an entirely different matter. If Severus needs additional testing assistance, I'd be a perfect subject later in the month."

"Well." Snape seemed to have to think it over, although Harry suspected that he was doing so just to yank his and Remus' chains. "I'll keep your generous offers in mind. Now, however, I do have be up bright and early to get back to Hogwarts, and this bed is not well-suited for three to sleep in... not if any of them moves a lot. Which I do. So the two of you might find it preferable to leave."

"Right, Harry, I can tell when I'm not wanted." Remus stretched, bone-crackingly, and began to fumble for his clothes. "Nearly forgot." He brought out his wand and muttered a quick spell; Harry found himself clean of all the remnants of sex, and regretted it slightly, though he realized it was probably a good idea. Following Remus' lead, he started to get dressed. Snape watched them both with hooded eyes.

"You do realize that by throwing us out, you're pretty much guaranteeing that Remus and I are going to shag without you," Harry told him.

"I feel certain you would have got around to it yourselves, anyway," Snape smirked at him. "If you weren't too drunk to do so. Besides, since Lupin has just pocketed my potion, I expect a report in the morning about its effectiveness -- testimonials for the package, perhaps."

"Yes, but wouldn't it be better if you could watch us? Gather your own evidence?"

Snape appeared to consider this. "I suppose that is not the worst idea you've had. But there is still the matter of the bed..."

Harry rolled his eyes. Pulling his wand from his pocket, he used an inflation charm. The bed expanded until there was barely room to walk around it; the chair on which Snape's bag rested was pressed tightly between the mattress and the wall, and it was unclear whether the door would still open. "Bit slow tonight, Severus," he snickered, unfastening his trousers once more. "Now shove over. I don't know about Remus and his werewolf metabolism, but I could do with a bit of a nap."

"That is a good idea," agreed Remus. "Even this werewolf needs rest and recuperation occasionally." He pulled his clothes off again as well and crawled into the bed next to Harry, who had no objection whatsoever to being in the middle. "I trust you don't snore, Severus?"

Snape sniffed. "No one has complained yet." Harry wondered briefly whether that meant that Snape really didn't snore, or that he had spent so few nights with someone else that there had been no opportunity to hear any complaints. "Nox."

The light went out. Harry curled up against Remus, and rather to his surprise felt Snape's arm drape across him. He drifted off to sleep feeling almost glad that Ginny had left him for a woman with a penis.

2. Three Men and a Bed

A shaking bed woke Snape some time after midnight. It was no surprise -- he had not really expected the werewolf to be able to keep his hands to himself so close to the full moon, in bed with two other people, although he had never been certain of Lupin's interest in men and certainly not in himself. Snape wondered just how long Lupin had harbored forbidden thoughts about Harry Potter.

If Lupin had any moral qualms about shagging his former student, however, they were not immediately in evidence when Snape cracked one eye open to observe. Nor were any other demonstrations of professed Gryffindor ethics. Lupin flourished a hand in front of Potter, producing a half-full vial of Snape's brand-new, barely-tested lubricant salve, and Potter's eyes grew wide.

"That isn't..."

"It is." Lupin's voice was a gleeful whisper. "I pinched it from Severus earlier," he added, giving Potter a conspiratorial look. "If you'd be interested in, shall we say, some independent testing?"

Snape considered objecting that he should have been consulted first, but an image of Lupin's cock flashed into his mind and he decided to hold his tongue. He very much liked the idea of watching Potter take that huge organ into his arse. Besides, neither of them was looking his way at the moment to discover whether he was awake.

"Just go slow, all right?" Oh, Snape loved the nervousness in Potter's voice! Maybe after Lupin got that big prick inside him, Snape would offer some distraction.

"No fear." Was that a chuckle? "You liked it so well when Severus rimmed you, I'm going to start there." As Lupin pushed the covers aside and crawled down the bed, Snape let himself roll over, cushioning his head on his arm so that he could watch more comfortably, keeping his eyes half-closed for now.

Potter's upended arse was pale in the wan moonlight that seeped through the curtains. Snape watched as Lupin rubbed his cheek against it, casting a cleansing charm and eliciting the mumbled reaction from Potter, "Tickles." So Potter was ticklish? Snape tucked that bit of information away for later use.

Lupin spread open Potter's legs and his head dipped down. From the wet lapping sounds, Snape deduced that he was licking Potter's balls first. His own tightened pleasurably at the thought, and he slipped his hand along his hip to finger his stiffening cock.

"Oh, fuck," Potter was moaning. Lupin had slurped his way up and was now rimming him in earnest, growling and humping against Potter's leg. Snape spread out a bit, bending one knee so that he could reach behind his balls to touch the same spot on himself that Lupin was licking so enthusiastically on Potter. He wriggled a fingertip into himself, wishing it were as wet and agile as Lupin's tongue.

Potter had reached beneath himself and was slowly fisting his cock, which Snape began to do as well. "Remus," the younger man groaned. "Fuck me, before I come just like this!"

It was a sentiment Snape could very well have shared. He watched as Lupin poured some of the experimental potion over his fingers, sliding two of them into Potter's arse up to the first knuckle, then withdrawing and frigging him with the fingers over and over.

Snape was moaning aloud as he stretched himself to do the same, no longer caring if the others noticed, but they were busy at the moment with their own activities. Quickly Lupin rubbed some of the salve on his cock, then knelt close to Harry and pushed the slick bulbous head against that nearly virgin hole.

Potter grunted and grabbed at the mattress. "Push against me," Lupin advised him. Potter's arms tensed, but must have followed the suggestion because his arsehole widened to accept the massive shaft.

"That's right," crooned Lupin, sliding home inch by slow inch, more talkative now than he had been earlier while he was still inebriated. "You're so tight, Harry, so hot, god, even Sirius was never like this. You want it, don't you?"

Remembering how Lupin's prick had felt in his own arse, Snape let go of his cock and reached over to seize the vial of salve that Lupin had allowed to roll away. Slopping the thick liquid in his haste, he shoved a third finger desperately inside himself, his other hand pulling at his cock in the same rhythm that Lupin had been using to frig Potter.

"Fuck, Remus, oh fuck me, fuck," babbled Potter as Lupin began to move, sliding nearly all the way out, then back in, teasingly not quite letting the head of his prick pop through the ring of muscle, just stretching it to its widest. Potter's cock was bouncing at every movement, looking neglected as Potter held onto the mattress, and Snape couldn't resist any longer.

Flopping onto his belly, he crawled beneath Potter's raised body, twisting and spreading his legs until his arse was positioned beneath Potter's bobbing prick. Potter and Lupin were both quick to take a hint, he noted, for the werewolf stopped thrusting and shifted his knees long enough for Snape to get situated, and Potter grabbed at Snape's arse, groaning happily when he discovered that Snape had already done the work of lubricating himself.

Potter shoved in rather roughly -- which might have been Lupin's fault, since the other man was impatiently nudging into Potter's arse, but it also might have been inexperience, which Snape found quite exciting. He'd assumed that Potter would have had his fair share of offers and, though Potter had been trying very hard to convince himself of his heterosexuality during their Occlumency lessons, Snape would have guessed that some man or other must have offered the Chosen One his arse in the past. If so, he wondered that Potter had declined; now, after tonight, Potter would instead always remember Severus Snape as his first time with a man.

"Oh fuck," the boy was still groaning, clutching at Snape's hip with one hand as Lupin shoved in and out of him. "Oh, that's -- you're so tight, and you're so big -- "

Snape had raised his hips to get his hand back on his own cock and was stroking himself as he pushed back onto Potter's stiff shaft. "That's it. That's it. Right there, Harry, push that beautiful prick into my arse." The salve, he noted vaguely, was working perfectly.

He hadn't been hard four times in one night since he was still a student... and he suspected that four would not be the limit. But right now he only cared about the feel of Potter's prick as it slid across his prostate, making his arms and legs tremble as his nerves overloaded with pleasure. Lupin was the one setting the pace, slow and tantalizing. Snape kept talking, urging the other two on.

"Fuck him hard, Remus, because every move you make he passes on to me, and the harder, the better. I almost wish the moon were full and you had the wolf's cock, rutting like an animal." Lupin growled at that, and rather to Snape's surprise, the idea seemed to excite Potter as well, because the boy groaned and his fingers dug even harder into Snape's hip. "That's right, Harry, don't hold back, I can take it, love the way you feel so hot up against me. The Boy Who Lived to Fuck, that's what you are tonight, aren't you?"

The one drawback to this position was that he couldn't see Potter's face as he spoke, couldn't see that delightful flush of embarrassed lust spread across Potter's skin as the boy gasped. Later, perhaps. Snape shifted his grip, squeezing the base of his cock to hold himself back from coming too quickly. He wanted to hear Potter say his name again, cry it out as he shuddered in orgasm.

Lupin, it seemed, was in no hurry, moving steadily in and out of Potter as if he planned to keep it up till morning. Given how tight Potter had felt to Snape, he could only imagine what that newly stretched arse felt like around Lupin's huge prick. "Enjoying fucking like a beast?" Snape asked him.

"I'd enjoy fucking Harry any way he wanted," Lupin panted, at which Potter groaned. "I'd let him muzzle me and fuck me at the full moon." This made both Potter and Snape cry out again, particularly as the comment was accompanied by a hard thrust.

"I would enjoy watching that. Would you let me restrain your prick as well as your mouth? Perhaps I could fuck you once he'd eased the way, and he could fill my arse..."

Apparently this was too much for Potter. "I'm going to come!" he gasped.

Snape felt a slight pang of regret at that -- there were both advantages and disadvantages to the hastiness of youth -- but consoled himself with the thought that Potter would doubtless be eager again in moments, hardly needing the aid of the salve.

"Come if you must then, Harry, don't stop," Snape demanded. He tightened the muscles of his arse, clenching around Potter's cock, and was rewarded with a wail in which his name and Lupin's featured prominently, if incoherently.

"OhfuckSeverusohRemusgodfuckSeverusohfuck!"

He had to admit it was flattering to have the Chosen One choose Severus Snape as the object of his lust. Or one of them, at any rate. There was no point in restraining his own orgasm, was there, with that kind of encouragement? Certainly not.

Snape gave a little twist at the end of his pull, pumping hot sticky runnels of spunk over his hand, surprised when Potter's fingers slipped over his own. "Oh, fuck, Severus," he groaned again, feeling Snape spurting over his hand.

"Give me some of that, Harry," Lupin grunted, still thrusting inside Potter. The boy reached his hand back over his shoulder and Snape heard the werewolf slurping greedily at the wet fingers.

"That feels really weird," Potter gasped, and Snape felt his softening erection twitch inside him.

Lupin gave a muffled bark of laughter. Snape chuckled too. Potter really was an innocent in so many ways; he was quite astonished that the boy -- all right, man, he conceded, Harry was well into his twenties and had been through more than most endured in a lifetime -- had been willing to come along with himself and Remus tonight. Though perhaps it should not be such a shock as all that, given some of the things he had glimpsed in Potter's mind years back.

He wriggled forward, letting Potter's cock slide out of him, and managed with some difficulty to roll over. Lupin's head was thrown back, his eyes closed and face blissful as he pounded away, but Potter was starting to look a bit distressed. Not surprising. Snape had far more experience but even he had become sore after being split by that huge cock.

"Don't overdo it, Remus," he advised in a dry voice, and levered himself up on his elbows to slide his tongue between Potter's lips, curling it around Potter's own and sucking.

He felt Potter's arms go around him and took his weight as Lupin thrust deep again. "Don't worry," Snape murmured between kisses. "I'll take care of your sweet arse when Remus is finished."

Potter gave a soft whimper, concentrating on recapturing his tongue, which Snape gave to him gladly. His former student might not have much experience with fucking men but he was a delightful kisser, eager and hungry. Had he always been so affectionate? It was hard to imagine that the boy who had sat sneering in Snape's classroom was this same young man trembling against his lips.

"Oh -- Harry -- oh," grunted Lupin, tossing his head again. Snape glanced up and watched his face contort as he came, shoving deep inside Potter. Potter's fingernails dug into Snape as he braced himself. Next time it was definitely Lupin's turn to bottom.

A moment of heavy, liquid breathing, then Lupin pulled out with a squelching sound and sighed, sliding to one side and reaching to stroke Potter's back. "All right?" Lupin sounded slightly abashed. "I'm afraid I wasn't thinking about anything except how good you felt."

"'m okay," Potter pulled off Snape's lips long enough to say, even managing a chuckle. "I liked having you in me. Although I don't think I'd be up for a long broomstick flight just now."

"Let me see," said Snape, rolling the two of them over to put himself between Lupin and Potter and uttering a quick, "Lumos." He hissed in a sharp breath as he bent over to look. "I know you're a bit of a beast, Remus, but you really should be more careful."

"Is he bleeding?" Lupin's voice was worried. "Oh, bugger it, Harry, I'm sorry."

"I don't think so." Snape touched the tender swollen flesh. "Just bruised. The salve helped."

He fumbled about until he came up with the discarded vial. This one was nearly empty; soon he would have to fetch another from the hidden pocket in his robes. "Hold still, Harry, while I take care of this."

Potter whimpered at first as Snape's fingers moved over his strained arsehole, but the sound changed slowly into a different kind of whine. "Severus --" he gasped. His hips lifted up toward Snape and his legs moved further apart. "Oh God, it still stings a little but it's making me, um..."

Unsurprised, Snape reached between Potter's legs and discovered that his cock was once again stiff and throbbing. "No more bottoming tonight for you, Potter," he said firmly. "Remus, would you like to help him take care of that?"

"How could I refuse?" Lupin crawled across Snape and knelt with his knees on either side of Potter's. "Harry, turn over." As soon as Potter had done so, Lupin murmured a cleansing charm and bent his head to take the quivering length of Potter's cock between his lips.

"Please..." Potter's whisper caused Snape to turn and look at him. Those green eyes were huge, the pupils dilated with longing, and Potter's tongue flickered across his lips. "Kiss me again, please?"

Snape very much liked that idea, and having Harry beg him for it made it even better. He glanced down at Lupin's bobbing head -- blinked in astonishment to see the werewolf's prick was hard again already -- then leaned over and met Potter's lips, stifling his moans. It had been years since Snape had kissed anyone who gave himself up to it so completely. With his other hand Snape reached for Lupin's erection. If Lupin was always like this before the full moon, thought Snape, what a waste that he had never stopped to explore the phenomenon while delivering the Wolfsbane potion.

"Severus," groaned Potter, putting his arms around Snape's shoulders to pull him closer. Snape liked the way his name sounded in that urgent voice, and that Harry was moaning for him even though it was Lupin sucking his cock. Snape moved his fingers steadily on Lupin's hard shaft as he bent his head to taste Potter's throat. Even with the potion, he doubted that he would be hard again before both the boy and Lupin finished. Then, perhaps, they would let him be in the middle...

Potter, who had apparently caught that thought as Snape glanced up at him, wailed and thrust jerkily into Lupin's mouth. "Ahh!" His hands, threaded through Snape's hair, pulled hard, tugging Snape's head backward as he arched in orgasm.

Enthusiastic slurping sounds indicated that Lupin was enjoying the fruits of his labor; his prick in Snape's hand throbbed, but he did not seem to be ready to come again quite yet, so Snape continued, swiping his thumb across the moist slit in the head as his fingers stroked along the length of the shaft. Lupin gave a final noisy lick to Potter's cock before moving closer to Snape.

"Harder, Severus," he rumbled, his tone somewhere between a command and a plea, and Snape obliged. After a moment Potter's hand joined his, reaching down to fondle Lupin's balls and brush over the sensitive spot behind them. Lupin grunted and started to thrust against Snape, bracing himself with his arms against the mattress to keep from lying too heavily on either of the other two men. "That's wonderful, make it rough, yes!"

"Fuck him with your fingers," Snape ordered Potter, shoving what was left of the potion at him with his foot. Harry reached out and took it, slicking his fingers and pushing one into Lupin, who cried out.

"More, oh fuck yes, more!" It took both his hands to surround the werewolf's big cock properly, and Snape muttered a cleansing charm before moving down to lick at it. This had been inside Potter not long before... the idea caused Snape's own prick to twitch again. He hoped he had brought sufficient aphrodisiac salve with him.

Potter let out a small breathless noise. "I'm not hurting you, am I, Remus?"

"Merlin, no! Harder -- another finger, please!"

If Lupin wanted so many, thought Snape as Potter worked his way up to four fingers while Lupin squirmed and shouted and asked for more, there were some intriguing possibilities for the future. It had been a very long time since he had fisted someone... and then there was the carefully chosen collection of toys he kept in a heavily-spelled chest. Heat pooled in his groin at the thought, and more when he considered that if Lupin were to be inclined to such pastimes, perhaps Potter might be willing to play as well.

Lupin had to be close to coming by now. Snape sealed his lips around the head of Lupin's cock and sucked hard, letting himself move as Potter's finger-fucking shoved Lupin back and forth across the sweaty sheets. He took one hand off the shaft and reached up to twist one of Lupin's nipples hard, pinching the silky flesh in its nest of greying curls.

"Oh, YES," bellowed Lupin, his prick convulsing and bitter semen flowing over Snape's tongue. There was not that much, not after the number of times the werewolf had already come tonight, and Snape had no difficulty in swallowing it while continuing to breathe.

Potter was staring at his fingers, still buried deep inside Lupin's arse, which had likely squeezed and clenched them when he came. Likely the boy had never done that to a man either, Snape thought smugly, withdrawing his mouth from Lupin's cock and sitting up to kiss Potter over his body.

The mouth that met his own was hesitant at first, as if Potter wasn't certain how he felt about licking another man's seed off Snape's tongue, but soon Potter was kissing him as enthusiastically as ever and moaning softly. Beneath them, Lupin squirmed around and put a hand on each of their backs, drawing them down. "We really ought to do this again, and often," he murmured and kissed first Potter, then Snape.

"All three of us?" Potter looked as if Lupin had just given him a birthday present.

"Yes, all three of us. Severus has the potion and that very wicked mouth." Lupin smiled warmly up at him.

Snape felt the force of the flattery, although he did wonder a little if the other two would be quite so enthusiastic without the benefit of the aphrodisiac salve. For that matter, he speculated, had he overdone it with the yerba mate? It was not an herb with which he was as familiar as others, and Potter seemed to have developed more of an interest in himself than Snape would have expected. The salve was supposed to stimulate and loosen inhibitions, but not provoke an obsession -- it was no love potion.

He cleared his throat. "If you wish."

"I do," Potter said immediately, then blushed. He looked very young in his embarrassment and Snape recalled some of the ideas he had seen in the younger Harry's mind during their Occlumency lessons. It seemed as if he would have a chance to find out if Potter still had such fantasies... and might want to enact them.

"Then it's settled," said Lupin. "Though perhaps we can find somewhere more comfortable than a room at the Leaky Cauldron. Not in any way to scorn your choice, Severus. It was certainly convenient tonight. Perhaps Harry wouldn't mind...?"

Discomfort still painted Potter's face. "Thought Snape didn't like visiting Grimmauld Place," he muttered.

Grimmauld Place had been particularly odious to Snape as the ancestral home of the Blacks, particularly the obnoxious Sirius and the pathetic Regulus, but now that it was Potter's property, he had no particular aversion to seeing what he had done with the house. On the other hand, the last time he had been inside, it has been the headquarters for the Order and still held many memories. "It is not as though I have been invited during the past several years," he said pointedly to Potter.

"Considering that Harry has just spent the past several hours shagging you..." began Lupin. Then he looked as if he realized he should have asked Harry more discreetly -- he was not yet completely sober. "That is, of course, it is your home, and you should..."

"Sure, you can visit." Harry squirmed, still blushing. "It will look less odd than all of us leaving here in the morning, anyway -- I just hope the Daily Prophet has stopped following me for the moment. I might get away with it tomorrow, but if I make a habit of spending nights at the Leaky, word will get out."

If Potter hadn't learned by now how to evade the wizarding press, he never would. Snape had equally little interest in being a line in the gossip column. After he had received the Order of Merlin he had been sought out by a number of star-struck young witches, some not so young, and a few wizards too. His very understandable rejection of them all had earned him a good deal of spiteful commentary from Rita Skeeter.

"I presume that you're connected to the Floo network? In which case I can quite easily, and discreetly, reach Grimmauld Place from Hogwarts, now that it is no longer under a Fidelius Charm. I shall await an invitation so that I know when I might be wanted."

"There's only one more night before the full moon, this month." Lupin seemed to be thinking aloud.

"Come tomorrow evening then," said Potter. "Please. Both of you. If that's all right?"

"As always, I have a number of potions in progress," Snape said. "I cannot simply waltz off whenever I wish; today's Ministry visit was carefully timed to allow for my absence."

"Oh." Potter sounded crestfallen. "I... I'm sorry. I didn't realize how busy you must be."

"However. I do also have some reliable N.E.W.T. students this year, to whom I might entrust what needs doing. The extra practice wouldn't hurt them." There had been no chance that Snape would decline Potter's invitation, but he was determined not to have his acceptance taken for granted, either.

"Well, then!" Lupin clapped his hands together. "Severus can bring the salve, and I'll bring the Ogden's. What time would you like us, Harry?"

"You might as well come for dinner. Six o'clock." Now Potter looked considerably more cheerful. "Anything in particular you'd prefer to eat?"

"You know I always crave red meat before the full moon." Remus gave Potter a wolfish grin, then turned. "Severus?"

Potter was looking anxiously at him as well. Snape had, after all, refused to take meals at Grimmauld Place when the Order met there.

"Surprise me," he said in a soft, dangerous voice, and was gratified to see Potter shiver.

3. Three Men and a Vial

It was fortunate that today was a Saturday, Remus thought as he waited to purchase a half-dozen bottles at Summerbee's Strong Spirits. After last night, he had found it necessary to sleep for several hours this afternoon -- a werewolf's stamina only took him so far, and he had made less liberal use of Severus' incredible salve than his two partners. He had been delighted when Severus had appeared at his and Harry's table; he had guessed for a long time that his old schoolmate was attracted to other men, but had not expected to have the chance to find the fact so thoroughly demonstrated on himself.

And on Harry. Now that had been a lovely surprise. Grinning to himself, Remus took his clinking parcel and hurried to the public Floo. "Grimmauld Place!" he commanded as he stepped into the green flames. It was only half-past five, but he was sure that Harry wouldn't mind if he arrived early... it might keep him from getting too nervous about the fact that Severus was coming as well.

With a thump and a shower of soot he landed in the huge old stone fireplace. "Harry?" he called out.

"In the kitchen."

Remus checked to make sure none of the bottles of Ogden's had broken and loped down the hallway. Delicious aromas were emanating from the kitchen, a nicely-underdone beef roast from the smell of it. Perfect. At another time of the month he would be equally as keen on the potatoes and veg, but only a day before the full moon, the wolf was close to the surface, and the wolf wanted meat.

"Smells wonderful. Did you do all this yourself?" he asked Harry, who was bent over the opened oven door poking at something inside -- a pie, by appearances. Harry stood up, wiped his hands on a towel and stepped forward with a nervous smile to take the bottles from Remus.

"I didn't do any of it. It's all from a restaurant, and they gave me a spell to finish cooking everything." Harry looked a bit embarrassed. "I didn't want Snape to laugh at me, and I also thought he might leave if I messed up dinner..."

"Harry. Didn't you hear the things he said to you in bed? He won't be going anywhere." Though his cheeks were already flushed from the heat of the oven, Harry turned an even lovelier shade of pink. "I felt certain that he would agree to come here because it's your house now. I should have asked you before suggesting it, but since you both seemed so enthusiastic..."

"But this is all daft!" Harry was still crimson, and Remus led him to the table to pour him a drink. "I thought I didn't like Snape. Certainly not to have sex with. I thought you didn't like Snape. And, really, I never thought about whether you liked me that way..."

Remus shut him up with a firm kiss. "It must be obvious by now that I've thought about both you and Severus for a long time. And that Severus has thought about us... you in particular, I should think. So since everybody's happy, I think you should relax and enjoy this wonderful dinner you've provided for us, once he arrives."

"Yeah." Harry let out a gusty sigh and lifted the tumbler of whisky to his lips. "It's not been... Ginny was here earlier, collecting some of her things."

"Was she alone?" It felt awkward to ask, but he had to know.

Shaking his head, Harry answered, "Tonks was with her. And the funny thing was that it felt as if she had left me months ago, not just yesterday. But they were both so... I don't know. It was just difficult to have them here and have to talk about what Ginny was going to take and what was mine, especially when I kept thinking about last night." He blushed again.

Remus found himself much less upset about Tonks than he had expected. He had made a very brief stop in the flat they had shared, knowing that she was unlikely to be there of a Saturday afternoon, to change his clothes and pick up a few essentials. He smiled at Harry and took a swallow of his own drink. "I thought about last night quite a bit too." In fact it had been difficult, trying to keep his arousal under control each time he did remember. Now, though...

Leaning forward over the corner of the table, he kissed Harry again, less aggressively but with just as much determination. Harry's mouth was tart from the whisky but sweet with its enthusiasm in returning the kiss, and Remus found himself breathless when they broke apart. "I hope Severus isn't very hungry," he said with a smile. "I'm feeling... impatient."

"I'm sure Snape wouldn't mind if we started without him," replied Harry equally breathlessly, reaching into a pocket and pulling out a small container. It was a full vial of Severus' potion. "You're not the only one who can pinch things," he grinned.

"I'm certainly not," Remus agreed, pinching Harry's thigh conspiratorially under the table. "Though he may scold you when he arrives. He may even punish us both." Not that that was stopping Remus from removing his jumper and unfastening his trousers. Harry hadn't yet set the table, which meant that they had plenty of room right there in the kitchen.

"You know, Harry, you never fucked me last night." Harry had stripped almost as rapidly, and his prick rose, nicely plump, out of dark curls, pointing towards Remus.

"I didn't?" Harry seemed surprised. "We should do something about that. I'm not sure I could handle you again right now, anyway... not as big as you are." He knelt down and put his arms around Remus' hips, dragging his tongue along the length of Remus' cock, then looked up and smiled. Merlin, but he looked good like that, fresh and eager. "Want me to suck you off first, or later?"

"Later," Remus growled. "If I'm too late to be your very first, I still don't want Severus to get too far ahead of me." Besides, if Harry stayed on the stone floor like that his knees were going to give out. Or maybe not, at his age. Remus put his hands down to urge Harry to stand up. "Give me that potion."

He spread it over Harry's prick first, then turned around, leaning over the table and bracing his hands on it, his feet planted apart. Harry was tentative at first, sliding only a single lubed finger in until Remus urged him, "More, fill me, I want that lovely prick of yours inside me... yes, that's right, come on!" The fingers slipped from his arse and Remus could feel Harry's cock nudging at his hole. He adjusted his stance a little, helping Harry to find the best angle, and groaned when he pushed in.

"Too fast?" asked Harry anxiously, and held still.

"No!" Thrusting his hips back, Remus bent lower over the table, sliding his hands forward. "I like it rough -- you saw, last night -- do it!"

He felt the groan that vibrated through Harry as he began to thrust, settling his hands on Remus' hips to keep from slamming him forward into the table. Harry was about the same size as Severus but his movements were less precise and less assured, which was exciting in its own way. He felt Harry unclench one hand and grope beneath him, trying to find his cock, fumbling until Remus took one of the hands bracing him on the table and put it over the one seeking between his legs.

"Sorry," gasped Harry, straightening, which changed the angle just enough to send his cock brushing past Remus' prostate. He growled and Harry bucked at the sound. "Oh fuck! That's a good noise, right?"

"Yes." Remus growled again. "Harder!" His hand was still over Harry's, stroking himself above the table as he pressed back into the thrusts.

Harry was making incoherent noises behind him as they moved together, and when Remus tightened the muscles of his arse, Harry wailed his name and shoved in even harder. His breath was hot on Remus' back. "Fuck, Remus, I'll come!" Harry's hips snapped against Remus' flesh.

Though Remus would have liked it to last longer, at least he knew that with Severus' potion there would be more chances tonight, so he made no effort to slow Harry down. Instead he guided Harry's hand on his prick, urging him to a more rapid stroke, even as Harry trembled in orgasm.

If not the most intense pleasure Remus had ever felt, it still felt good to have Harry's cock resting inside him, the sense of moistness as Harry's semen began to ooze down -- and Harry showed quite a talent with his hand, more confident at that than at fucking. Now that he realized how rough Remus wanted him to be, he went about it enthusiastically, and Remus let his own hand drop away, digging his fingernails into the wood of the table. Harry's other hand came around, finding and tugging on his balls, and Remus growled.

"I like it when you make noises. And the way Snape talks, too. I didn't even realize I liked it loud till last night." Even though Harry sounded embarrassed, Remus discovered that hearing him admit things like that only heightened his arousal. He bucked into Harry's hand, feeling the fingers come around his sac and brush the spot where Harry's cock was pressed inside him. "And I like fucking you..."

With a harsh groan, Remus came, spattering the table and the floor. Harry's fingers kept moving on his cock, growing wet with semen. "...and I like that I can make you come," Harry muttered, making Remus moan softly again and turn his head to try to kiss him.

"To think I thought I was early." The voice from the entrance to the kitchen made both Remus and Harry jump, causing Harry's cock to slide from Remus' arse and leave a moist streak down his thigh. Severus moved slowly around the table, never taking his eyes from them. "I might have known that Lupin couldn't wait. At least I did not miss the show."

"S- Severus." Harry's voice was nervous.

"Have a drink, Severus," said Remus smoothly, and reached for his own glass to take a swallow; his throat was dry from the cries he had been making. Turning slightly, he put his arm around Harry and guided him over to a chair. "Harry, do you need me turn off the oven? I believe your pie must be done. Or will the cooking spell take care of that?"

Harry nodded, seemingly unable to speak further, and sat.

"Did you enjoy that?" Severus asked Harry, pouring himself a generous glass of firewhisky. His eyes flickered over the vial of potion that had rolled across the table. "I note that you, like Remus, still have failed to grasp the finer points of property ownership."

To Harry it must have sounded menacing, rather than jocular, because he emitted a sound that Remus could only describe as a squeak and began to apologize.

"No, no." Severus waved a hand, still looking intently at Harry. "I want you to tell me what it felt like to fuck Remus... to make up for having used the potion without me."

Harry turned scarlet again, glancing at Remus, who squeezed his shoulder. "I'll get the food," he said. Rising, he crossed to the cupboard and found a large platter for the roast beef and potatoes as behind him he heard Harry begin to stammer.

"It, ah, it felt good. Remus doesn't talk as much as you do, but he makes those growly noises and I like that. I mean, I like it when you say dirty things to me too. He felt, not as tight as you, maybe, but hotter. Like he had a fever..." Harry turned, a worried expression on his face. "You're all right, aren't you? Not ill?"

Waving a hand, Remus sent a bowl of steaming vegetables over to the table. "Yes, of course, I'm fine. My body temperature rises before the full moon. And if I didn't feel as tight as Severus, well, we can't all have the same natural attributes." Harry smiled hesitantly while Severus smirked, taking another drink of whisky. "And what would you like after dinner?"

"Oh." Again Harry blushed. "I'm not sure I'm ready for Remus to fuck me again... he's huge." Harry cast an apologetic look in Remus' direction, then looked back at Snape. "I'd like you to fuck me while Remus, um, wanks on me."

Remus thought that sounded like a fine idea; perhaps Severus would be willing to offer up his arse later on, if Harry didn't wish to. Which Remus could understand. Tonks had told him once that when they first started sleeping together, she used her ability as a Metamorphmagus in order to accommodate him.

"I believe that can be arranged." Severus lifted a dark eyebrow.

"If that's what Harry wants," Remus agreed. He fetched the plates and cutlery and laid them out, pushing the platter with the roast towards Severus and handing him the carving knife. "He is our generous host this evening, after all."

Harry shoved his glasses up his nose and said, "You don't mind, Remus?"

"Why would I?" Remus found a tea towel and laid it on the seat of his chair. To dress again would not be worthwhile, but he had streaks of Harry's semen drying on the backs of his legs, not to mention that the wood was cold and hard; he didn't want to sit bare. But he was ravenous, and when Severus passed him a filled plate, he began to devour his food before he realized that the other two were watching him -- Harry with embarrassed pleasure, Severus with smug satisfaction. "It will be entertaining to watch you indulge all your cravings with the same wantonness this evening," he said.

"I hope you don't intend just to watch." That had come from Harry, who was pouring Severus a second glass of whisky... perhaps not the most appropriate of drinks with such a meal, as it was somewhat deadening to the taste buds, but at least it served to loosen everyone's tongue. Remus knew that he had to be careful: he became lightheaded easily so close to the full moon, and had overindulged the evening before. He wondered whether Severus had taken a potion against the effects of alcohol.

"Later on this evening, Remus, if you are amenable, I would like to test the potion to see whether it enables you to stretch sufficiently to accommodate us both at the same time," Severus said, and Remus nearly choked on his potatoes.

If he found Severus' candor disconcerting, it was nothing to Harry's reaction. He froze, still pouring, and the whisky flowed across the tabletop and was dripping onto Severus' robes before he realized and began to stammer an apology, grabbing for his wand and casting a cleaning spell that nearly took the finish off the wood.

"Well?" Severus arched an eyebrow, waiting for Remus to reply. The thought of having both Harry and Severus inside him at once was more than a mild temptation. If Severus thought that the potion would make it feasible... well, Remus had had a man's fist inside him, though not in years, so surely it must be. "I would be amenable, yes."

Harry gaped at them both. "I didn't... is that even possible?"

Finishing a bite of roast beef -- Harry had done quite well with that, it was as tender and pink as his cheeks were at the moment -- Remus assured him, "Entirely so."

In spite of Harry's hard work, dinner was a rushed affair from that point on, and Remus was the only one of the three to have a slice of pie before they spelled it for freshness, put the other leftovers under a cooling charm, and set the sink to scrubbing their plates.

Remus had been hard under the table since Snape's request, and was somewhat embarrassed getting to his feet until he saw that Harry was in the same condition, while Severus' robes tented suspiciously. "Perhaps we had better retire upstairs," he suggested with a smile.

"Yes, let's." Harry practically bounded out of the room in his enthusiasm. Grimmauld Place had been far more pleasant since Hermione had discovered a spell that allowed them to move Mrs. Black's portrait into the cellar; it was now possible to make noise on the stairs, even to stop and kiss Severus and tug at his buttons.

"Come on, you two," Harry called down impatiently from the doorway of his bedroom. He had not moved into Sirius's room, for which Remus was grateful; it would have been very strange to fuck Sirius's godson and his least-favorite person on a bed where he had formerly slept with Sirius. Pulling on Snape's half-open robes, he continued up the stairs.

"What made you think of that, anyhow?" Remus murmured to Severus as he rapidly unbuttoned buttons, trusting Severus to guide him as he climbed backwards.

Severus' lips twitched. "Have you never tried it?"

He had, actually. One night when James had been off somewhere with Lily and he, Peter, and Sirius were exceptionally pissed, they had gone rather beyond any of their usual activities. The level of drunkenness had been such, though, that the attempt was unsuccessful... or perhaps it was more that it had been Peter who was the bottom, and Remus' size had been prohibitive. Remus gave a grunt that could have been assent or demurral, and said, "I think Harry's request takes precedence, in any case. You did bring sufficient potion, didn't you?"

"What do you think?" Severus indicated the pocket of his robes, and Remus drew out several large vials, letting his fingers brush over Severus' stiff prick through the fabric as he did so. Merlin. He would have envied Harry except that he had even more to look forward to... and the idea that Harry would be watching as he wanked, wanted to watch, was nearly as exciting as thinking of two cocks in his arse at once.

"Whenever?" Harry had already stretched out on the bed.

"We're coming -- soon." Remus laughed as he finished undressing Severus, sending the potion ahead of him to land on the table beside the bed. Severus kept himself occupied by sliding a hand up and down Remus' cock while he worked, which was an irresistible distraction, as was the intent way Severus watched his face while he pleasured him.

"Don't come yet, or I'll have to spank you or something," complained Harry. Immediately Severus turned his head to look at him and Remus did as well, feeling his cock twitching in Severus' hand. Turning red again, Harry stammered, "I was kidding! I've never done that and I'm not starting tonight. Just get over here and fuck me already!"

"I can't prepare you in that position," Severus pointed out in a stern voice, and Harry scrambled around to lift his knees and present his arse. It amused Remus to see how willingly Harry took orders from his former professor now after resenting them for so long. Severus covered his fingers with potion and began to tease Harry open, sliding one finger back and forth across the entrance and then slipping it inside. "You're still so tight. I'm going to enjoy having you squeezing my cock."

Remus took up a spot where Harry could watch him, as requested -- and where he could see both Harry's and Severus' faces. Harry's mouth formed into an O as Severus began to frig him; those lips were too tempting to ignore, so Remus leaned forward and kissed him, enjoying the enthusiasm with which Harry kissed back. He had a delightful na veté that Remus hoped very much he would not lose any time soon.

He could hear Severus still talking. "Your arse is delicious, do you know that? If you hadn't asked me to fuck you, I'd have my tongue up there and bring you off just like that, not even touching your prick. You'd be so charming, begging for it."

With a groan, Harry pulled his mouth away from Remus and did indeed beg. "Please, Severus!"

"Please fuck you? Or please eat you? You need to be precise in these requests." Remus saw Severus' eyes glinting as he twisted his fingers inside Harry's arse, and imagined those fingers on himself when he began to stroke his own prick, nudging the head against Harry's arm.

"I don't know! Both!" Harry looked at Remus, but then his eyes went wide and unfocused as Severus lowered his head and slid his tongue where his fingers had been. He did indeed look delightful that way, and Remus stroked himself slowly, not wanting to come too soon.

Severus had his hand on himself, but whether he was wanking himself to full hardness or trying to keep his arousal under control, Remus couldn't tell from his position. Shifting, he planted his knees on either side of Harry's head so that his cock was directly over his face. Harry watched Remus as he began to stroke himself again, and moaned with every stroke of Severus' tongue.

"Fuck..." whispered Harry. "Fuck me, Severus." He was still looking at Remus, and did not move his eyes away when Snape crawled up between his legs and slicked his own cock with the salve. Severus, too, watched Remus moving his hands on himself, one now cupping his balls and rolling them back and forth beneath him as he squeezed the shaft beneath the leaking head.

"Want a taste?"

Diving forward, Severus brushed his tongue over the tip of Remus' cock as Harry moaned, watching from below. "Fuck me, please!"

"You must learn not to be so impatient, Mister Potter," admonished Severus, his lips still hovering over Remus' prick, the warmth of his breath making Remus quiver. He drooped one eyelid in the barest wink, and deliberately licked again as Harry watched. Remus growled softly and Severus continued to tongue him for several moments, despite Harry's pleas and whimpers.

"He mentioned spanking; perhaps we should discuss that?" said Remus. He pinched at the base of his prick, restraining himself from a too-hasty climax.

"It does seem that he might benefit from some suitable correction," Severus agreed, drawing back a little. "You are beautifully responsive, Harry." The comment was emphasized by the sounds Harry made now that Severus was at last penetrating his arse. "I suspect that you might find you enjoy it more than you think."

"Oh, fuck... anything, whatever, just don't stop!" Harry's hands clenched as Severus began to thrust. He was still watching Remus, licking his lips as if he wished he could wrap them around Remus' prick.

"Want something?" Remus asked innocently, stroking flamboyantly yet not quickly enough to bring himself to climax over Harry's face. "Severus, angle him this way." He tugged at Harry's shoulders until they were lying at a slant across the bed and Remus stepped to the floor, bending his knees slightly when he stood.

Harry's face tilted backward at the edge of the mattress and his eager tongue came out to find Remus's cock. He could reach only the underside, but his breathy moans enhanced the licks while Severus wrapped his hand around Harry's cock and stroked in time with his thrusts.

"Wanton," grunted Severus. "You'd let Remus come down your throat while I'm fucking you, wouldn't you." Harry let out a choked moan and bent his head further back, off the edge of the bed, so that Remus could actually slide the head of his cock into Harry's mouth. "Or would you like him to make a mess all over your face while I am doing the same in your arse?"

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm going to come!" Harry cried.

Severus stopped moving, grasping Harry's prick firmly. "I don't think that can be permitted quite yet, do you, Remus?"

"Your choice, Severus," Remus panted, close to orgasm himself and pushing his cock back into Harry's mouth. The angle of his head prevented Harry from much movement, but his tongue lapping at the tender flesh of Remus' cockhead was extraordinarily arousing, in large part because of the avidity with which Harry was doing it. Remus stroked his shaft harder as Harry gave yet another moan, no doubt of protest that Severus was going to make him wait.

"The longer you hold back, the better it will be. So you will wait until both Remus and I have come, Harry, and then I am going to take that lovely prick of yours and pump you dry," promised Severus, resuming his thrusts but still gripping Harry's cock, restraining him.

Harry moaned again, the vibrations sending delicious thrills all through Remus. He brought a finger to his mouth, wetting it, then thrust it into his own arsehole, seeing Harry's eyes widen at the sight of Remus finger-fucking himself. Merlin, he was almost... Remus came, a howl on his lips, pulling back from Harry lest he choke him and spattering semen over Harry's neck and chest instead.

Harry shut his eyes and arched upward, groaning, but as Remus' eyes refocused while the pleasure slowly faded, it was Severus' face that made him catch his breath. He was watching Remus with the same intensity that Remus had seen him turn on Harry, an expression both feral and possessive.

"Now you are as dirty as you deserve," Severus grunted to Harry while he thrust, though his gaze had not moved from Remus. "Once we've finished you off, I think you should prepare Remus for..." His voice caught, perhaps because Remus had given him a lewd grin and licked one of his fingers clean. Still watching with that burning intensity, Severus slammed deep into Harry, opened his mouth in a silent shout and shook with release.

Harry was simply moaning, trying to thrust his cock between Severus' unrelenting fingers. "Please, please," he begged. "Let me come now!"

"You did promise him," Remus said with a smile as Severus closed his mouth, swallowed and let out a soft hum of satisfaction. "I'd be happy to help you, if you'd like."

"I appreciate the offer, Remus, but I require no help. This time." Still buried in Harry's arse, Severus released his tight grasp and moved over Harry's cock with a rapid stroke. Within seconds Harry was coming, white spurts mixing with Remus' own on Harry's chest.

Remus braced his arms on the edge of the bed and leaned over, licking at the sweaty mess, hearing Harry's heart beating madly. Severus joined him, and rather soon they had turned from cleaning up Harry to tasting each other, while Harry's hands drifted along both of their bodies. Harry was the only one for whom it was not an awkward angle, however. Reluctantly Remus pulled away to sprawl out on the bed next to Harry, and Severus withdrew and sat up, helping Harry to sit as well. Harry blinked sleepy green eyes and ran a hand through his unruly hair.

"Good thing you're not out in public; you have that just-fucked look that the younger witches apparently all fall over for," Remus told him, and Harry grinned.

"I earned that look, I think. The question now is whether Severus and I can make you look the same."

Remus felt his face grow warm with pleasure as Harry and Severus both smirked at him. With the moon pulling on him so strongly, he was growing aroused again even though the only touch of Severus' potion he had had was when Harry had fucked him before dinner, but he was also in no hurry. "I'm all yours," he said, looking from Harry to Severus and back. "Do your worst."

"My worst?" Snape had a very dangerous look on his face -- a heated, hungry look. "I've waited a long time to find you so willing."

"Then maybe you should do your best." That was from Harry, who was still glowing with satisfaction. "Since you want us both to fuck him at the same time, you'd better show me how you prepare someone for that, because it sounds to me like it hurts."

"We shall prepare him together." Severus handed Harry a vial of his salve. "By the time we have finished, I daresay it will be apparent to you that he finds any lingering discomfort to be worthwhile."

Nodding enthusiastic agreement, Remus settled more comfortably on the bed, enjoying the way the other two looked him over appreciatively. He was well aware that his scars and the graying hair on his chest and belly made him appear rather older than Severus, but he also knew that his big cock held a certain fascination -- for men more than women, it had always seemed to him. "You never told me what gave you the idea in the first place," he reminded Severus.

"It was apparent to me last night that you enjoy... significant penetration." Remus blushed; he had imagined having Harry's entire hand inside, though he had known better than to ask for it their very first time together. Severus' eyes lifted to the younger man. "And I will enjoy having Harry's prick alongside mine." Harry moaned softly.

Remus thought that he would rather enjoy that himself, but he was more than happy to bottom for the two of them together, too. "Do you want me in any special way, Severus?" That brought a smile to Severus' lips, and Harry snickered. "I mean, how would you prefer me to position myself," said Remus with just a touch of exasperation. "Don't be ridiculous."

"On your side, I think, for now," Severus said. The way he was looking consideringly at Remus was almost like being touched. He turned to Harry. "Would I be correct in assuming that you have never rimmed someone?"

"Uh... no," Harry stammered, his face bright red. "I've done it, but with a woman." With Ginny, Remus supposed. "I... I don't know if I'm any good, really, because she didn't want it very often, but I'd like to try it. Remus, if I'm shite, you can tell me?"

Hearing that offer in such an uncertain voice sent the blood rushing to Remus' prick. "Oh yes," he growled, rolling to his side and raising his upper knee, even as Harry crawled around behind him. Severus' expression was amused.

"Use some of the potion on him first; as he deduced last night, it has antiseptic qualities. The taste is quite acceptable, I assure you. Then pass me the vial."

Hearing Severus give Harry instructions in this situation was almost as arousing as feeling Harry's fingers stroking the salve around his arsehole -- delicately at first, as if afraid of hurting it after fucking it earlier, then with growing firmness as Remus growled and moaned his encouragement. "Here," he heard Harry say, handing the vial to Severus before bending his head, licking a trail down the cleft and touching his tongue where his fingers had just been -- again, cautiously at first, then with increasing confidence.

Remus could hear himself panting and pleading, moving back against Harry's lips and tongue, while Snape watched him with a kind of arrogant satisfaction that made Remus hot with embarrassment and desire all at once. "More, Harry," he groaned, and Snape smirked.

"Use your fingers and your tongue. We want Remus as well-stretched as possible." Again Remus moaned, and again Severus raised an amused eyebrow. "You can hear how much the werewolf is enjoying it, can't you? He's practically howling."

Harry had at least two fingers inside Remus now, stretching him open so he could slide his tongue in deeper. "Mmhmm," Harry said to Severus, a sound that vibrated through Remus. He watched Snape's smirk widen as he shuddered and grasped his own cock.

"Better you should go slowly, Remus," Severus advised. "If you need something more than Harry's tongue to distract you..." He turned his palm upward and poured a dollop of the thick potion on it, holding it out for Remus to dip his fingers in too, then wrapped it around his own half-hard prick, slicking the length of it. "You can watch me. I have been anticipating this since last night, hoping that you would not reject my suggestion." He spoke conversationally as he stroked himself, his prick stiffening under Remus' gaze. "Although I had some... alternative plans. Another time, perhaps." Snape's voice was dark and rich, the embodiment of passion held in check, and Remus wondered just what those alternatives might have been.

He was about to ask when Harry pressed Remus' thigh higher; Remus thought he might have three fingers going now, as well as that flickering, teasing tongue. "Fuck, that's good... please? More?" He knew he was almost whining, begging for it, and he didn't care. He pushed his arse against Harry's face, needing.

"Go ahead," Severus urged Harry. He reached out and tugged Remus' hand, drawing it toward his now fully hard prick. "Harry's doing an excellent job, it appears. How does it feel to have him tongue-fucking you, Remus? Did you ever imagine that, lying awake at night?" Snape was murmuring now, for Remus' ears alone. "How long have you wanted to have him in your bed?"

"Long enough," Remus confessed in a muffled voice, not wanting Harry to hear, although Harry seemed quite thoroughly distracted at the moment. Longer than he was prepared to admit to Severus Snape, that was certain; longer than he was even prepared to admit to himself. He let himself move forward and press his face against Severus' chest, one hand working below to tease the skin below his balls.

"Harry. I think Remus is ready."

With a last, noisy slurp Harry pulled away from Remus' arse, leaving Remus feeling empty. "What should I do now?"

"Here." Severus handed Harry the vial of potion. "Coat yourself thoroughly." He rolled onto his back, his prick scarlet against the dark hair and pale skin of his belly. Remus could smell the pungent herbal aroma as Harry opened the vial again, cutting through the slightly bitter scent of Severus' skin. Moving to kneel above Severus, he looked down and found himself caught in the gaze of those dark eyes.

"You want this, Remus, I can see it. You're like the dog in the old fable, wanting two bones, but unlike him, you will get both of them, won't you?" Severus' voice curled into Remus' ears, guiding him as he sank slowly down onto Severus' prick, letting his own weight open him to the penetration. "Oh, yes. So hot. And it will be hotter yet when Harry joins us, won't it?"

"Yesss..." Remus hissed his agreement, rocking up and down, enjoying the way that Severus twisted his hips to let Remus seat himself fully.

A hand slipped down his back and along his arse. Harry had moved over to settle between Severus' legs. "I don't want to hurt you -- tell me if I do," he said anxiously.

"You'll do fine, Harry." Remus leaned forward, pulling himself up several inches. "Just... there, oh fuck, yes," he blurted as he felt the head of Harry's cock nudging at him. The stretch was painful, but the salve soothed the sting. With an effort he made himself push against Harry, forcing the ring of muscle to widen.

"Oh... my... god..." Harry's voice was incredulous.

Remus bit his lip, panting, and pushed harder. A drop of sweat rolled down his forehead and into his eye. He blinked hard to clear it, and Severus raised a hand to wipe the moisture away, looking nearly as blissful as Harry sounded. They were both inside Remus now; not quite as deep as either alone could be, but Remus didn't care about that at all. Every movement triggered pressure on his prostate, and Severus had his hand wrapped around Remus' prick again, yet it was the sheer knowledge that he had both Severus and Harry fucking him at once that tore a howl from Remus' throat.

He rocked forward and back again several times, the burning sensation receding as he became accustomed to the fullness, and he began to move a little faster. Harry was holding him, not restraining but supporting, a steady litany of "oh fuck oh yeah" rolling from his lips. Severus was still watching Remus' face.

"Let me in," Severus whispered, so softly that Remus almost didn't understand. Let him in? Then he realized what the other man must mean.

It was surprisingly easy to drop his mental barriers, to let Severus feel what he was feeling, the rising spiral of sensation as the three of them moved together. Behind him Harry whimpered, and Remus knew that he must be close. He let his awareness of what Severus felt enhance his own reaction and within moments he was growling, gasping, shuddering as his semen spilled through Severus' fingers, his arse clenching around the two cocks that filled it.

"Oh FUCK!" Harry cried out a last time and jolted against his back, writhing through his own orgasm before Remus had caught his breath. Severus radiated satisfaction, watching them, yet he did not come; his eyes remained locked on Remus, sweeping through the erotic thoughts that continued to drift through his mind.

There was Harry, far too young for Remus to have had any business noticing him in such a way -- he'd blamed himself for Sirius' death, he'd been distraught and lonely, and Harry was all he had left of James and Sirius both, but the guilt had been enough to keep him away from Harry, not visiting him alone or even writing to him much, using the war as an excuse.

Fuck. He hadn't meant to let Severus see that... but then he was inside Severus' memories, seeing Harry flushed and furious, kneeling on the floor of his office, trying to push Snape out of his mind, and Snape had released him from Legilimency not because Harry had succeeded in his Occlumency but because Severus was afraid his own barriers would slip and reveal to Potter his arousal.

Just then Harry let out a loud shudder of satisfaction, sliding carefully out of Remus and asking in a somewhat anxious voice, "Did we hurt you?"

"No, I'm fine," replied Remus automatically. He knew that he would be quite sore later -- if Severus' potion did not take care of even that -- but he would not have missed this, being so close to both of them that Severus was sharing his closely guarded secrets. "Harry, I need your help. Professor Snape has been quite wicked, and we should punish him."

Remus watched Severus widen his eyes at the same moment he grasped his buttocks and rolled carefully to the side, keeping Severus inside him, wrapping his legs around Severus' back as he switched their positions. He felt Harry shift over to make room for them to roll and looked up at him, grinning.

"Professor Snape needs to be spanked." Severus groaned as Remus said the words. "For a man who suggested that you need correction, he's shown me several extremely naughty fantasies. Twisting in the cradle of Remus' legs, Severus tried to thrust, but Remus held him still. "If you would, Harry?" Harry looked nervous, but he landed a loud smack on Severus' backside that Remus could feel reverberating through him. "POTTER!" Snape roared. Apparently Harry took this as encouragement, because he brought his hand down again, and Severus groaned, jerking inside Remus.

Ah... he had believed that Severus would enjoy being on the receiving end of this, from certain hints, but one never knew until the time came. "Keep going, Harry -- I think fifteen ought to be a good number. Severus, don't you want to keep count?"

Severus glared, but it was too clear that he did not in fact object to make his expression convincing. "Three," he said through gritted teeth when Harry smacked him once more.

As it went on, Severus tried again to thrust into Remus, the flush of arousal on his face spreading down to his chest, but not until Harry had finished the full number did Remus relax his grip enough to permit it. Then Severus did move, convulsively, making only a few thrusts before he clutched at Remus' arms and came, his head flung back and mouth working.

"Um... Remus?" Harry's face was puzzled. "Just what fantasies did Severus have, that he needed... that?"

Remus smirked. "Perhaps he should be the one to tell you."

Scowling, Severus pulled out of Remus, leaving him with a rather sore and very wet arse. "I believe Remus can assure you that my fantasies were no worse than his own."

Remus felt himself flushing -- it was true, he had been thinking not long before that it was a good thing Harry didn't know just how long he had imagined doing this with him. "Fair enough," he said, and Severus, who was now the one smirking, reached for his wand.

"I expect you need a healing spell." Whatever Severus used was nonverbal, but Remus felt the effects immediately; the pain was gone, and his muscles felt pleasantly languid and relaxed. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable," suggested Severus, still smirking, as he shifted to make room for Harry. "Come here."

Remus could hear the catch in Harry's breath as he obeyed. No matter how attached Sirius' godson might have been to Remus, Snape clearly had an effect on him like no one else, after so many years of believing he despised him. "Kiss him," Remus suggested to Harry, wanting to watch, and after a moment of charming, blushing embarrassment, Harry did so. He looked younger with his eyes closed, dark lashes making crescents on his cheek, and he wriggled close to Severus, seemingly unconsciously.

What made Remus catch his breath, however, was the way that Severus kissed Harry back. All of the sarcasm and mordancy and, yes, mastery, that were so much a part of Snape seemed to drop away for that little time. Severus kissed as if there were nothing else in the world, and the sheer intensity of it was more erotic than Remus ever would have imagined. A little stab of jealousy moved through him, but he shoved the emotion aside, instead reaching out to touch Harry's hand where it rested on Severus' waist, and was comforted when Harry's fingers closed warmly around his own.

Harry gave a breathy whimper from the back of his throat and pulled back a little, gasping, "Remus, please," before he pressed against Severus once more. Remus propped himself up on one elbow to lean over, still watching Severus' face, and began to lick and nip at Harry's ear. Harry whined again and began to rock his hips, nudging his arse back against Remus' soft cock.

With the quite amazing properties of the salve on top of his own lycanthropy-induced rapid recovery time, Remus was able to respond almost at once, but he restrained himself. Harry had mentioned once tonight that he wasn't sure if he could handle Remus again -- better to wait and see if this was really what he wanted.

He felt Severus lean onto Harry, pressing the younger man more firmly against Remus. "Enjoying yourself?" Remus asked softly. Severus' eyes flickered to his, dark and guarded. But a moment later the wariness fell away, and Remus was inside Severus' memories once more, this time watching Severus touch himself, in a dark chilly room that must have been his bedroom at Hogwarts, stroking urgently and then surprising himself at the moment of orgasm by groaning Harry's name.

In the present Severus groaned aloud, shutting his eyes and lowering his head to kiss Harry again with that passion that overwhelmed pride. It made sense that Severus had got love and hate all mixed up where Harry was concerned, having been forced to protect him and convince Voldemort of his loathing all at once, poking around in his thoughts during those Occlumency lessons; Remus understood all too well. He had been tempted to touch Harry too, watching him try to summon a Patronus to fight off phantom Dementors -- it was adult magic and Harry had faced the task like an adult, failing again and again until Remus had wanted to pick him up and kiss him. He had not, of course; he had held himself at a distance, even after Sirius was gone forever and Harry was legally an adult. If he hadn't been so drunk the night before, he would not be here now, feeling Harry's hand reaching back to clutch at his hip and pull him closer while he returned Severus' kiss.

Remus exhaled a happy sigh and gave a gentle bite to Harry's neck where it joined his shoulder. Had he made any effort to seduce Harry in earlier days, he doubted he would have succeeded -- Harry had never really seemed interested in looking beyond Ginny, though Remus now found that most curious -- and he was more than pleased that under these circumstances Severus was here as well. He reached to touch Severus' face, sliding one fingertip along the prickly line of his jaw and up to where his lips and Harry's met.

With scarcely a pause, those lips were opened and two tongues curled around Remus' finger, sending a jolt of heat straight to his prick and causing him to push more firmly against Harry's arse, not trying to penetrate him unprepared, merely enjoying contact with that rounded flesh.

"I think," he whispered in Harry's ear, knowing he would be overheard, "that we should find out what Severus would like next. It is his potion that we're taking such advantage of; it seems only right that he should have the choice over how else it should be tested. His previous request was more for me than himself."

"On the contrary, Remus, my previous request was exactly what I wanted." Severus was smirking at him, and he reached around Harry's hip to find Remus' stiff cock prodding at Harry's arse. "I would, however, hate to waste this..." Remus gasped as the fingers squeezed him. "Harry, do you want Remus to fuck you? Or may I have a turn with that huge prick of his?"

Hearing Severus talk about his cock that way made Remus groan, and he thought Harry relaxed a bit as he nodded agreement. "Of course you can have a turn. Don't take this the wrong way, Remus, but your prick takes getting used to, even with the salve."

"Would you mind preparing him, then? I'm sure Severus would enjoy your fingers inside him first." Remus gave Harry an innocent grin, hearing Snape draw in a ragged breath as he passed the potion to Harry. "And while I'm fucking Severus, I'm certain he would enjoy watching you wank, if you wouldn't mind."

Harry shook his head as he took the vial. He brushed his lips against Severus' once more, quickly, then said, "You'd better turn over. Or get between us."

As Severus was crawling over Harry, Remus saw a wink that suggested that Harry had some ideas of his own. He had an instant remembering the sorts of things that Sirius had once done, but squelched that firmly. It would never do to let Severus see such memories in one of those flashes of Legilimency -- the animosity between him and Sirius had never died. Instead he drew Severus close and lifted one knee to rest on his own thigh, giving Harry room to work with the salve.

"Are you willing to kiss the werewolf the way you kissed the boy?"

He felt Severus' breath catch and wasn't sure if it was from the words or Harry's touch. "You don't change until tomorrow night."

"I'm a werewolf every day," Remus reminded him. "And wolves don't kiss... though they may lick." He bent his neck awkwardly and dragged his tongue over the hollow of Severus' throat, tasting the salt of sweat flavored with musk and a bitterness of herbs.

"Don't put ideas in my head, Lupin -- it would be very tempting to restrain and fuck the werewolf the way I fucked the boy." Listening to this, Remus groaned against Severus' skin and heard Harry suck in a breath. "Do you lick yourself, when you are a wolf?"

"I do," admitted Remus as Severus let his head fall back, mouth opening in a soundless cry -- Harry must have been rubbing his prostate. "As you guessed, I'm very wanton as an animal. I rub myself on furniture and on the grass... and when I'm with someone I trust, I rub myself on him." If Remus had been envious of Severus' attention to Harry before, he could see now that he needn't have worried... it might have been Harry's fingers tearing the soft moan from Severus' throat but his eyes were fixed hungrily on Remus, showing him an admission of secret arousal and shame at the idea of being touched by a tame wolf. He grinned, licking his lips, as Severus muttered, "Enough, Harry. I need... let him fuck me."

"You do need this, Severus," hissed Remus as he mounted him, pushing him flat on the bed with Harry kneeling beside his head, erect cock already in hand. The well-lubricated arse felt hot and slick as Remus pushed inside, vibrating with Severus' groan that resonated through his body. "You need to be fucked by an animal because you're an animal yourself, aren't you?"

The immediate answer was Severus' thighs parting, tilting his hips so that Remus could press inside more quickly. "Fuck... yes..." he panted, turning his head towards Harry, who brushed the dark strands of hair away from Severus' face with his free hand. "Not something..." He broke off with a second groan as Remus' prick filled him wholly.

"Not something you like to admit? Not something you're proud of?" Remus asked, drawing back. Teasingly, he gave tiny thrusts, just letting the head of his cock in, then pulling out again.

"Not something I have had the opportunity to pursue," returned Severus with surprising dignity. "Just fuck me, Remus, if you want me ever to reciprocate again." He was watching Harry now, licking his lips without seeming to realize what he was doing. Harry's foreskin had slid away, exposing the head where a hint of fluid welled in the slit, and Harry swiped his thumb over it and then lifted it to his mouth, sucking, never taking his eyes off Snape.

Remus let himself sink in completely again, till his prick was enveloped in that clutching hole, and the growl he gave was echoed by Severus' own. "Tell me how to fuck you," he demanded.

"Hard," Severus groaned at once. "Faster..." His eyes moved to Harry's fingers, which were again moving on his cock, squeezing out more fluid. "Give me some of that."

"Say 'please'," insisted Remus as Harry started to obey.

"Please!" The word was a raw cry; Remus had thrust against Severus' prostate just before he spoke. Grinning, Harry wiped his damp thumb over Severus' mouth and Severus tilted his head to suck it.

"Can you give him your cock, Harry? Don't let him suck it. Just tease his lips with it, the way I did with you." Nodding, Harry shifted closer and obliged, teasing Severus with the bobbing cock while Remus thrust as hard as he wished, making Severus shift back and forth, still kissing Harry's cock. I can make them both come like this, he thought eagerly.

His balls were tightening and the familiar tension of impending orgasm rose as he thrust faster, yet there was no real urgency, just a soaring pleasure. That salve -- he had always been quick to recover, before the full moon at least, but this was like nothing he had ever felt. He thought he could go forever, fucking Severus, watching Harry wank, seeing them both on the verge of losing all control.

"You like it rough and dirty? How much do you like that, Severus, enough to come without anyone's hand on you, not even your own?" Remus leaned over, bracing himself on his hands, plowing into the willing body beneath him. "Tell me how much you want this."

"I want it more than I wanted to see Voldemort dead," was the reply, harsh through clenched teeth. "Want you to fuck me till I can't stand. Want Harry to come on my face and mark me. Want to belong to you both." Harry's eyes flew open at that, his hand slowing, and Severus looked almost as astonished at what he had spoken aloud.

Remus tried to keep the shock from his own face, nodding as though he had expected nothing less. "You heard him, Harry," he said, gesturing at Harry's cock before he could think too much about what Severus had said. "Come on his face. Make him as dirty as he wants."

Severus groaned, straining up to him, the tip of his cock barely brushing Remus' belly. Had he ever truly belonged to anyone? Remus knew that he had tried -- it was why Severus still had that faded mark on his forearm, the outline of a serpent coming out of a skull -- but he had supposed, in the years of the war and since, that Severus preferred to be alone.

"I didn't realize," Remus said softly, looking into Severus' slitted eyes and seeing the terrible loneliness his arrogance usually disguised. "If that's what you want, then show us. Come for us both."

Harry began to move again, rubbing the head of his cock over Severus' lips, his cheek, his throat. "Come for us," he repeated Remus' words. "I'll do what you want, then you have to do what Remus asked." He had both hands working now, one on his swollen cock and the other on his balls, rolling them between his fingers. Harry was flushed, panting, and even as Severus was nodding a frantic assent, thick white jets of semen spurted over his face, just barely missing his eyes which he kept open, staring at Harry. Remus wondered if one or both was using Legilimency, and if so what they saw, because Harry swiped his finger through one of the globs and tasted it, then touched the same finger to Severus' lips.

The sound that escaped from Severus' throat at that could only be called a wail. His arse clenched around Remus and he came, sucking at Harry's finger and shaking. The constriction was too great for Remus to move until it was over.

"Mine," he growled, leaning over Severus. "Mine." He drove in hard and harder still, as he had been asked.

Harry shifted behind Severus, who grunted with every thrust that crushed the air out of his lungs, moving between Severus and the headboard to stop Remus from slamming him into it.

For a moment Remus slowed, afraid that he was hurting the man beneath him, but Severus groaned, "Yes... like that...," lifting his hips again and rocking backward so that his ankles grazed Remus' arms. Tilting him just a bit more, Remus could lift the feet over his shoulders.

"Mine," he barked again, slamming in deep, again and again until his groin tightened and orgasm overpowered him. As he shook, he felt Harry's fingers push his hair back from his face.

"That was," Harry's voice faltered, "amazing." Remus opened his eyes to see Harry, his lips curved in a smile that made him look astonishingly young. "Watching you, I mean. You were beautiful. No, I mean it," he protested when Remus shook his head.

"Your hormones have clearly outstripped your common sense," grumbled Severus. "Sensual, yes; lusty, without question; but beautiful? You are the only one here to whom that word applies. No offense, Remus."

"None taken." Remus agreed completely. Neither he nor Severus could have ever been described as beautiful. Handsome, perhaps, on a good day in their youths... but ordinary-looking, really. Sirius had been beautiful, before Azkaban.

"Both of you were." Harry didn't let it go. "The way you were watching each other. The way you watched me." That was more to Severus than to Remus, he was sure. "I felt part of it even though I was barely touching you."

Under Remus, Severus shifted slightly, uncomfortably, and Remus braced himself to pull out with a squelching noise and roll to one side. "You were part of it." He reached across to Harry, who took his hand and lifted it, sucking at one fingertip. Sighing in pleasure at the feeling, Remus closed his eyes. Potion or no potion, Severus would need time to recover, as would Harry, despite being twenty years younger than they were. He felt Severus lift his hands, stroking both their chests on either side, and leaned in closer.

"We made quite a mess of him, Harry. I think we should clean him off." Sliding his finger from between the younger man's lips, Remus bent toward Severus' face and brushed his mouth over a cheek streaked with Harry's semen. A moment later he felt Harry do the same, and Severus' hands arms moved to encircle their shoulders.

"Do you feel like you belong to us now?" There was a soft moan and the cheek beneath his lips grew warmer, but Severus made no attempt to deny it. "Because after tonight, I certainly want this to continue, and I suspect Harry does too." Harry made a small noise of agreement but was too busy licking Severus' face and kissing him to reply further. "In a couple of days, when I'm too tired to do anything but watch, will you still want to be here?"

"I suppose I could find the time," came the muffled response from under Harry's mouth. "I would very much like to learn if my potion will be effective on you during the waning moon."

"I'll bet you would," Harry snickered, sitting up and looking down at Severus. "Are we going to keep pretending this is nothing more than an experiment for you, then?" Severus raised an eyebrow, making his face stretch under Remus' mouth so that he, too, lifted his head. "Is sexual satisfaction not sufficient basis for continuing?"

"It's a rational enough reason for me," Remus announced, brushing his fingers over the damp cheek before lying back. "Harry has kindly offered to let me stay at Grimmauld Place since I've had to leave the flat, which should prove to be very convenient if we do continue. And if Harry gets tired of two old men..."

"Like that's going to happen," scoffed Harry cheerfully, flopping down at Severus' other side. "I'd have asked you out of friendship even if none of this had happened, or if it had been just an experiment for you -- it was for me too, at first. But, Severus, you can't tell me those things you showed me in your mind had to do with any potion."

Severus did not speak, and Remus wondered whether they had pushed him too far -- it was one thing to pretend to testing a potency potion, disallowing whatever might be said in the heat of passion, but Harry was speaking as if he expected Severus to confess that this was something much more to him. "No one is suggesting that you move in to Grimmauld Place tomorrow," Remus said, nudging Severus gently with his elbow. "But I do think that you should at least come for dinner once I'm myself again."

"It would be foolish to waste an opportunity," Snape mused. "What about you, Harry -- what are you planning to do tomorrow night while Remus is, shall we say, incapacitated?"

"I, ah, hadn't thought about it." Though he couldn't see Harry's face, Remus could hear the catch in his voice and his quickened breathing. "I suppose I assumed that since Remus might need me in the morning, I shouldn't make any plans."

"I'm sure he'd welcome company," Remus said calmly, hiding his grin.

"Oh yes," said Harry. "I mean, you're usually good company, Remus, but um..."

"Not as a werewolf. Though I'm better company in that form than I once was." Remus pressed Severus' hand. "Thanks to someone who brews Wolfsbane Potion for me."

"That'll be perfect, then. Severus can bring you the potion here, and then stay to keep me company." Harry paused, then added, "Can you be in the same room with us, Remus? Is it safe?"

Remus was touched by the concerned tone. "I... don't like anyone to see the transformation, but once I'm the wolf, it would be all right. I won't attack you but I might be... restless." Tonks had stayed with him, sometimes. "As I told Severus earlier."

"You mean you'd try to hump our legs. Or whatever." Harry laughed. "That's okay. How much control do you have, as a wolf?"

"And regardless, is there some way to make the experience more... satisfactory?" Severus' voice was a dark purr.

Now Remus felt his breath catch. "Are you suggesting --" he began, and had to pause as his voice rose alarmingly. His hand rose to wipe his forehead. "I am, shall we say, very easily satisfied when I am a werewolf. Yes, I would try to hump your legs. And any other part within my reach."

"I suppose there might be a certain virtue in testing the potion on a werewolf," Severus said in the same low, dangerous voice. "Or on a human in the presence of a werewolf."

"I'd be willing," Harry said, sounding slightly more cautious but also intrigued. "If Remus wanted to, that is."

Want hardly seemed a strong enough term for the hunger rising in Remus. "Only if you're both very sure," he insisted. "This is new to all of us. I see no reason to push..."

"Do you doubt I mean what I say, Remus?" Snape drawled. "I am very sure. But if Potter would prefer to wait for a month or two to become comfortable with the idea...?"

"No, I'm fine with it," protested Harry. "Honestly. I mean, that's who Remus is."

Remus remembered how Sirius had been, the first time, nervous but unwilling to admit it. Of course then Remus had not had the Wolfsbane Potion to keep him from the full consequences of lycanthropy, but as another canine Sirius had been relatively safe. They had... he remembered what they had done, vividly, and felt himself flush.

It wouldn't be like that tomorrow, not with both Harry and Severus in human form, not with the Wolfsbane at work, but it might well be better. Severus had said something about restraining the wolf, hadn't he? Oh, Merlin.

"If you're both certain, then all right, Severus. You may test the potion on me if you wish." His voice was rough with the anticipation of lust, and more than just anticipation; heat was pooling in his groin again, but he ignored it.

"I shall bring a large supply along with the Wolfsbane." Severus' drawl was now becoming slurred; he was falling asleep, Remus realized, pressed between himself and Harry, despite his insistence from their first night together that he expected to be unable to rest while sharing a bed with the two of them.

Harry yawned as well, fumbling for Remus' hand on Severus' shoulder. "Maybe better get rested up," he mumbled. "And someone better Scourgify all of us before we get stuck together."

Remus found himself grinning as Severus let out an exaggerated sigh, summoned his wand and cast a spell on the bed that left them all dry, if not precisely clean. "Goodnight, then." Severus twisted toward Harry; the two of them looked into one another's eyes for a long moment before sharing a quick kiss. "Get over here, Remus." He leaned across Severus' chest to kiss first the younger man, then the older, laughing softly as he realized that there were still vials of the potion clinking between Severus' elbow and his side.

"Not expecting to sleep through