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The Adventures of the Sex-God Savior	By : Camorgan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 30139 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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The Adventures of the Sex-God Savior and the Drool-Worthy Death Eater

AN: So, I’ve gotten the go-ahead for some action between our favorite twins. This chapter will contain more incest than in previous chapters, so if you don’t wish to read that, know that it is present. Anyway, on with the chapter!

They were having another get together at Grimmauld Place. Molly had insisted, stubbornly saying that no cold pureblood event could cover her baby’s engagement celebration. She really had stepped up as Harry’s surrogate mother over the years, and Harry dared not argue with her when she was so set on doing something. Besides, it might be nice to celebrate in a relaxed atmosphere.

So, here he was, once again sitting on the couch surrounded by his friends. There were a couple differences, for one, the twins and Draco seemed awfully close now a days. He peered over at them, watching as both the redheads nuzzled Draco’s ear. The blonde’s face flushed with whatever dirty things the twins were whispering in his ear. He smiled at the sight, though Ron’s face looked a bit green.

“Bloody hell, the whole place has gone mad.” He muttered. Hermione smiled, meeting Harry’s gaze over her husband’s shoulder. They shared an amused glance and she patted his back, though it wasn’t very sympathetic.

“Oh, you poor man. All you thought you knew of the world has been a lie. Gryffindors and Slytherins can fall in love and Quiddich isn’t the most important thing in the world.” She said, fighting back laughter.

“You’re wrong about the Quiddich, but yes, the whole bloody world is on its nose. Harry and Mr. Malfoy…Malfoy and my brothers!” Ron said, looking thoroughly disturbed as the twins flashed him a grin and proceeded to nibble Draco’s ear and lick a trail up his face.

Harry repressed a laugh, but when Fred swung his leg over Draco and grinded his hips in a wanton manner, it burst free. Hermione joined in, her husband sputtering in scandalized shock.

“Oh my, it is the day when you discover your son being molested by Weasleys.” Harry looked back at Lucius, taking in his stoic expression. His lips twitched minimally, but Harry could tell he was trying not to laugh too. This only made Harry laugh harder, covering his face as Draco looked over at his father, his face beet red.

“Uh…” He said, glancing over at the twins, who had thankfully stopped humping him in his father’s presence.

“We can explain Mr. Malfoy…”

“Yes, you see, we’re very interested in your son…”

“Oh, yes…”

“And we fully intend to court him…”

“Both of you?” Lucius asked, raising a thin eyebrow. The twins looked at each other and then at Draco, and then back at Lucius.

“Yes. If he’ll have us both.”

“Well isn’t that a stupid notion. How could I date one, father? They’re like the same person anyway. I’d be missing half a lover.” Draco piped in.

Lucius blinked, taking in nearly identical faces on either side of Draco.

“Hm, indeed. Well, as long as you treat him correctly I suppose I can see no issue.” He replied, turning to look at Harry. He let his hand drop into the youth’s black hair, caressing it briefly. Harry looked up, his face lighting in a smile.

“Darling? If you aren’t too busy, I believe Remus wishes to congratulate you.” Harry turned to his friends and waved, getting up to follow his fiancé over to where Remus, Tonks, Arthur, and Sirius sat. With a smile he joined Remus and Tonks, getting caught up in conversation.

Sirius shifted where he sat, letting the chatter wash over him. He was flat out nervous. He had sent Severus several things, only useful things in hopes that he at least wouldn’t throw them away. Severus hadn’t responded at all, and Sirius was at a loss. He knew any moment, Severus would step through the doors and then what would he do? How could he hide the desperation on his face when he saw the man that had so completely captured his attentions.

Merlin, how could he have been so stupid? Damn his jealousy and child-hood idiocies. Severus had been, was still, so intriguing. Dark, quiet, bloody brilliant, and in his own way, beautiful. He’d picked on him because he was afraid if he didn’t, he’d sucked into his charm. He’d suffocate in those dark eyes, he’d lose himself under those hands, in that mind. Severus would own him. Funny how now, that was all he desired.

“Severus is not going to yield to you so easily, you know. He may not seem it, but he is delicate when it comes to matters of the heart.” Sirius looked up, taking in his godson’s fiancé.

“You’ve hurt him, and no matter how long ago, or how petty, you must heal those wounds before you can hope to show him any affection. You’ve made a good start, with the potions ingredients. Now you must talk to him. He’ll be petulant, and snarky, and insufferable. But you must deal with it and find the man underneath. I care very greatly for Severus, he is my friend. I can see that you care for him too. Try, Black, but do not hurt him more than you already have or I will have to act.”

Sirius blinked as Lucius walked away. He wasn’t sure if he had just been helped, or threatened. Probably both knowing Malfoy. When he turned his head back, he was standing there. It seemed as if someone had knocked the breath out of him. Merlin, he was gorgeous. Those dark eyes scanned the room, pausing on Sirius. Sirius gasped, meeting those eyes and feeling himself slip into their depths. Oh, how he wished he could. Severus’ face softened so minimally that Sirius nearly missed it, but he did see it and he smiled gently.

Severus’ face hardened instantly and he turned away, sitting near Lucius and purposefully not looking at Sirius.

“Hey! Where are you two dragging me?” Draco asked, looking around nervously as the twins led him up the staircase, wicked grins on their faces. It was a lot quieter up here, and the atmosphere seemed to shift slightly. Most of the artifacts that had been in the Black manor had been removed, courtesy of Molly and the rest of the order. However, it seemed the feeling of darkness couldn’t be entirely swept away. He shuddered, remembering his aunt Bellatrix, who was certainly the craziest Black since his great aunt Walburga.

He looked around, noting that the doors still had the name plates of Sirius’ childhood. Next to Sirius’ door was a door with the name Regulus. He scrunched his eyebrows for a minute, trying to remember where he had heard that name before. Then he remembered his mother talking about him once. He was Draco’s cousin of some sort. He remembered his mother talking about how he had died at the hands of the Dark Lord. He was a traitor.

He then noticed that he had stopped in front of the door, the twins stood silently beside him looking down at him. He started, gazing up at them.

“Oh, uh, sorry. It’s strange, being in this house. Knowing I’m related to these people. Knowing I’m part of such a dark legacy…I mean, father used to always speak of it. How I was a member of one of the largest pureblood legacies left. It used to make me proud, but now…”

Two hands landed on his shoulders, rubbing softly.

“Draco, we wouldn’t care if you were snakeface’s only son…”

“We like you for who you are…”

“Just Draco.”

“Our Draco.” They said together. Draco blinked back the tears stinging his eyes and turned to wrap his arms around George. He felt Fred slide up behind him and wrap his arms around them both. It may not be conventional, but Merlin, he was so lucky to have them.

They stood there for a moment until Draco had calmed down a bit.

“So…”

“Where were we?”

“Oh yes…” And then Draco was being pushed into a room, unmarked as it must have been a guest room. They shut the door and led Draco to a soft arm chair in the corner. He sat down, slightly confused as Fred and George backed away from him.

“We thought you might enjoy a little show…”

“You know, get accustomed to your new lovers…”

Draco’s mouth went dry, as he let their words sink in. He’d nearly forgotten, to be honest. He sat back as Fred took George into his arms confidently. It was obvious he was in control in this relationship. His long fingers slid into soft red hair, tilting George’s head back gently.

Fred leaned forward, brushing feather light kisses over George’s forehead, over each of his eyes, his nose, and then across the line of his jaw. George’s hands had curled around Fred’s biceps, and they twitched as his brother’s lips passed over his skin. His eyes fluttered shut and he seemed to simply melt into his twin, breathing heavy already.

Fred lifted his head and brought their mouths together, barely touching as he spoke softly to George.

“My sweet brother.” He whispered, taking his lips in a kiss that was not nearly as gentle as his earlier caresses. George moaned, wrapping his arms around Fred and pressing as close as possible. Fred groaned in response, both hands moving down to grip George’s ass. George whimpered and bucked forward, causing their erections to rub sensuously.

Fred pulled his brother toward the bed, sitting down on the edge and turning George to face Draco. He moved back until he could tug George between his legs. His mischievous eyes flicked up to catch Draco’s as he kissed George’s neck, his fingers slowly unbuttoning his trousers.

Within moments, George’s trousers and pants were pushed down, revealing his erect cock.

“Look, Georgey, see how Draco looks at you?” George opened his eyes, meeting Draco’s lust filled eyes and he laid bare for him to see. He whimpered softly, loving how it felt to have Draco watch him.

“Let’s see how hot we can get our beautiful dragon, hm?” Fred murmured, wrapping a long hand around his brother’s cock. He watched Draco as he did so, his eyes raking over the blonde’s body, tense with arousal. They paused at the rather obvious arousal in his trousers and raised an eyebrow as if to say ‘what are you waiting for?’

Draco shuddered, seeing the very obvious command in Fred’s eyes. He lowered shaking hands to his trousers, opening them to free his throbbing erection. He wrapped his fingers around himself and moaned wantonly, watching Fred’s hand move over his brother’s cock and remembering how it had felt on his own. It was strangely hot, seeing the identical twins together, and he found himself close not long after he had begun.

“Mm, watch, Georgey.” George’s eyes opened he promptly mewled and came, shaking in Fred’s arms.

“Mm, Fred…Draco…” Said blonde tensed and followed suit, releasing all over his hand. He breathed out heavily, falling back in his chair and watching as Fred cleaned George and helped him button back up. He then walked over to Draco, leaning down to kiss him and suck his fingers into his mouth, swallowing his cum with a moan of approval. He smiled.

“Enjoy the show?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Where do you think Fred, George and Malfoy went off to?” Ron asked as they went in to eat the copious amount of food that Molly had cooked. Harry snorted and Hermione giggled.

“I don’t think you really want to know, Ronald.” She replied. Ron looked confused for a moment and then he groaned in horror. Sirius came up behind him and clapped him on the back.

“Don’t worry, mate. The nightmares will go away eventually.”

“Oh, I doubt that. Seeing as it is those insufferable fire-headed trouble-makers we are speaking of.”

Sirius turned red at the sound of the deep, drawling voice and turned to take in the face of Severus Snape. Their eyes met for a fraction and then Severus was speaking again.

“Something the matter, Black?”

“U-uh, no.”

“Hm. Yes, well, I would like to speak to you later if you don’t mind.” He said coolly, stalking way before Sirius had the chance to answer. He gaped for a moment and then swallowed and continued into the dining room. Harry nudged him, raising his eyebrows and grinning like an idiot.

“Shut up Harry.” He just laughed.

Sirius leaned against the doorframe as the last of the guests left. Well…almost the last. A throat was cleared behind him, and he swirled around, face flushed. Severus regarded him coolly and then stepped forward. Sirius’ breath caught, their bodies close suddenly. The door clicked shut ominously and then he was alone with Severus.

He looked up nervously, feeling those dark eyes on him.

“I see you have not let your ridiculous notions of affection for me go.” Sirius swallowed.

“No. They’re not ridiculous.”

“Hm, well…at this point I suppose I can no longer blame them on pity or guilt. No one sends that many gifts out of guilt. What has it been, one a day for over a week?”

“I don’t pity you. And I’m not doing it to alleviate guilt. I care for you.”

“Why?” The question was so sudden, so desperate that Sirius’ was taken aback. He blinked, and met his eyes directly.

“Because you’re the most intelligent man I have ever met. Your bravery and self-sacrifice still boggles my mind. I’ve seen the pain and the hurt the war has put you through. I’ve watched you give up everything but your very life and it makes me feel things for you that have always been there, but I’ve been too afraid to admit. You’ve always been different, Severus, and when I was young, it scared me. But now…I recognize it as brilliance, passion, and an intensity so great I feel as if you will suck me in and never let me go. But the thing is, I want you to.”

Severus was silent, a look of mild shock showing through his mask of indifference. He swallowed and looked over the man in front of him. His words frightened him, the last time someone had seen him for what he was, had said they cared about him, they had died. But something about the look in his eyes, the way he said those words, it made him want to believe them, want to hope that maybe someone really did care about him. Maybe he could care about him too…

“It’s been a very long time since I let anyone care about me, Black. I’ve been alone for years and I have never lived to please another. Do not expect me to change for you.” Sirius’ eyes widened almost comically. Was he really saying what he thought he was saying?

“You…I…uh…”

“Please, do not stutter so. I cannot embarrass myself by having a bubbling suitor. I expect formal, proper dates. No touching or sexual activity until after the third date. Yes?”

“Merlin, yes! Oh, Severus!” He wrapped his arms around the man compulsively, startling Severus stiff. He gaped and looked down at the slightly shorter man. Something warm blossomed within him and he found himself holding him in return. He was warm and firm, pleasant to hold and he smelled of something delicious.

Sirius buried his head in Severus’ robes, taking in the smell of ink and potions and a scent that was purely Severus. He felt a lot thinner than he looked in Sirius’ arms and wondered what wonders lay under his robes. He smiled and pulled back, blushing at his sudden action.

“Sorry, I was…happy.” Severus’ lips twitched upward in a smile and Sirius thought his heart would melt.

“I expect you this Friday at 8.” He said, turning to leave.

“Wait!” Sirius said impulsively, and as Severus turned he leaned forward and kissed him. It was light, short, but so sweet Sirius nearly moaned. When he pulled back he was pleased to see Severus’ face softer than it had ever been.

“I’ll see you Friday.”

“Yes.”
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