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Trifecta	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 69992 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 12
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the universe, or anything you may recognize herein. I only play in this universe for fun. I also do not make any money from writing this, I do it for the entertainment of other sick-minded individuals like myself.

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Harry, Ron and Hermione were waiting outside the Defence classroom when Blaise and Draco showed up, Pansy following a few feet behind.

Blaise walked straight up to Harry and boxed him in against the wall again. “Mm, no Snape here to stop us now.” He purred, leaning in to kiss and nip at Harry's neck.

Harry grinned, seeing Hermione roll her eyes as Ron just paled and turned away, muttering, “Tell me when it’s over.”

“Blaise, what about Hendricks?” He asked in almost a moan.

Blaise nipped him harder. “Don’t think about her. Think about this.” He ground into Harry, rubbing their cocks together.

“Blaise, that’s downright indecent!” Pansy snapped at his back.

Blaise raised his head to look into Harry's eyes. “Harry likes it. Don’t you, gorgeous?” He asked, running the backs of his fingers over Harry's flushed cheek.

“Well, yes, but if the Professor sees—”

“She'll tell us to stop. And she won’t be as much of an arsehole about it, either.” Blaise said, leaning in to kiss Harry.

Harry enjoyed the kiss for long, dizzying moments before a throat being cleared caught their attention.

They looked up to find the elderly Professor staring at them in clear amusement. “You're not sitting next to each other, boys.” She said, opening the door.

Harry flushed bright red as Blaise sauntered in, unconcerned with being caught.

He took his usual spot behind Blaise and breathed in deep. The energies tasted especially good when they were created in part by him.

Ron sat next to him. “Gorgeous?” He whispered.

Harry grinned at him. “You're just jealous.” He said.

“Nope. I’m just straight.” Ron corrected him. “Although he's an okay-looking bloke. Does he treat you right?” He asked.

Harry grinned. “Did that look ‘right’ to you?” He shot back.

Ron shrugged. “Looked like he was trying to eat you, but you seemed into it, so more power to you.”

Harry's smile softened and he clapped a hand on Ron’s shoulder. “Thanks, Ron. For being okay with it.”

Ron shrugged and blushed. “Yeah, don’t mention it. Ever.” He said.

*****

Harry knocked on Severus’ door. When the man opened it, Harry turned and headed down the hall. “Come on, Snape. We don’t have all night.” He said.

“It’s Professor Snape to you.” Severus hissed.

Harry whirled around to face him. “Right about now, your name is mud to me, so shut up and supervise the lesson like Dumbledore told you to. Just make sure Vlad doesn’t kill me.” He said before continuing on his way.

He opened the door, ducking the hand, and walking past Vlad, letting the older vampire grab hold of Severus.

“I have your mate.” Vlad purred. “You failed to keep him safe.”

Harry rolled his eyes, turning around. “You can have him. He doesn’t want me; why should I pine for him?”

Vlad’s eyes narrowed. His eyes searched for the mark on Severus’ neck, and, upon finding it, he leaned in and sniffed at the spot. He recoiled, shoving Severus away from him. “Your bond is damaged! But how? It was so strong, so pure! What has happened?” He asked urgently.

Harry laughed mirthlessly. “Ask Severus. He’s the one pushing me away. No more neck feedings, keeping me from the incubus’ mate, he might as well have a knife to my throat.” He sneered.

Vlad narrowed his eyes. “What happened at your last feeding?” He asked Harry.

Harry sighed, all his fight draining out of him as weary melancholia set in instead. “He had me feed from his wrist, then told me to leave.”

Vlad paled even further than he usually was, which was quite a sight to see. “Not even a simple kiss? Nothing more than a wrist feeding?” He asked in horror.

Harry shrugged. “I was doing fine with that before.” He said.

Vlad shook his head. “That was before you had marked your mate! The mark draws the vampire and mate closer together. To fight it is… Unnatural! It’s… Unholy!” He said. “You have rejection sickness. It is the early stages, but if this keeps up, it will poison the bond, and you will die. But only after you go mad and kill your mate.” He told Harry.

Severus paled. “I’m killing him?” He breathed.

“Slowly.” Vlad confirmed. “And painfully.”

Harry frowned. “Well, how do we stop it?”

Vlad shook his head. “The damage is great. I cannot work with you tonight. You will be weakened, it would not be right. Go with your mate. You need a neck feeding, affectionate touches, and to talk with him. Straighten things out. There may still be hope, but you will have to work together.” He told them.

Severus nodded. “We'll go.” He said, then left the room.

Harry followed him.

They went into Severus’ rooms and Severus took a seat on the couch, baring the bite mark on his neck. “Go ahead, then.” He said resignedly.

Harry licked the area, then bit, and Severus moaned, relaxing. Harry took a few sips, then closed the wounds and leaned back. “So, why were you pushing me away?”

Severus sighed. “You went mad with lust last time you fed from the neck. It was… Upsetting. I don’t want to be subjected to anything like that again.”

Harry slumped in his seat. “So I did rape you.”

“Not… Exactly.” Severus said haltingly. “It was humiliation, but by the end, I was willing. And you made sure I enjoyed the experience, for all that I would have preferred a bed.”

Harry grinned. “Hey, you were the one that tried to run from me.” He quipped.

Severus shot a glare his way. “I didn’t expect you to give chase.” He snapped.

Harry sighed. “Why are you suddenly interrupting things with Blaise? I need him, too, you know.”

“If I can’t have you, I don’t want anyone to have you. I am a jealous man, Harry, and I do not think I can be any other way.” Severus admitted.

“But…” Harry frowned. “Why can’t you have me? I’m right here, ripe for the picking!” He said, spreading his arms wide in invitation.

Severus shook his head and looked at his lap. “I don’t want what happened last time to happen again. You took me, brutally, on the floor like some animal. I am hesitant to try again. What if you lose your mind again? I cannot be with an inconsiderate or overly rough lover. I bruise easily, and, more alarming than that, I tear easily.”

Harry paled. “Did I…” He couldn’t bring himself to speak the damning words, but his eyes sought out Severus', the aborted question shining in them.

Severus shook his head. “I went to Lucius, since Poppy would ask too many questions, and he checked. There was some abrading, but nothing that could not be fixed with a salve and time.”

Harry nodded, relieved. “You have to tell me these things!” He exclaimed, getting up and waving his arms around. “How in the hell am I supposed to read your mind? I can’t know what you need from me, what you want from me, unless you tell me.”

“It is hard to speak of my wants and needs, even with a partner I trust!” Severus shouted.

Harry met his eyes, hurt. “You don’t trust me?” He asked in a small voice.

Severus paled. “Harry, that came out wrong.” He said, getting up and trying to take Harry in his arms.

Harry evaded his hands, wrapping his arms around himself as he shied away. “No.” He said in a tearful voice. “No, I think it came out right. If there isn’t trust—real, mutual trust—how can we make this work?”

“Harry, there is trust between us. It is a fledgling, tenuous trust, but it is there. We can build on that. Please don’t throw away what little we still have. I will do better, we can fix this.” Severus tried again to draw Harry into his arms, and this time Harry let him, leaning into the embrace. “I don’t want you to die, I never wanted that.” He said softly.

Harry laughed tremulously. “Well, that’s good, because I don’t want to die. I really don’t want to kill you.” He said.

“Trust me, I appreciate that.” Severus said.

“So how do we fix this?” Harry asked.

Severus hummed. “Come on.” He took Harry's hand and led him into the bedroom.

Harry frowned. “What..?”

“Take me to bed, Harry. Fuck me. Prove that you can be tender and considerate. That you can make it good from start to finish. That will go a long way towards building up my trust in you again. I need to know that last time was a fluke.” Severus said.

Harry smiled cast a quick spell to disrobe them both before he pushed Severus onto the bed. “Alright. Lie down and let me do everything.” He said.

Severus lay back and looked up at Harry. “I won’t break, but you need to prepare me thoroughly.” He told Harry.

Harry nodded and climbed atop the man, straddling him. He leaned in and kissed him, gently coaxing his mouth open and letting their tongues dance. He ran a hand over Severus’ neck and the man shivered. He drew back. “What was that about?” He asked.

Severus hummed. “The mark… It’s like electricity when you touch it, but… It didn’t react like that when Lucius touched it.” He mused.

“Must be because I'm the one that made it.” Harry said smugly.

“There’s no need to sound so supremely satisfied with yourself.” Severus said wryly.

Harry just grinned and slid down Severus' body, taking the man's cock into his mouth. He sucked and licked, using what little skill he possessed and all the enthusiasm he had, listening to his mate moaning as he was pleasured. He wandlessly lubed the fingers of one hand, slipping one in to the first knuckle, feeling around for Severus' prostate.

Severus gasped and bucked, shoving his cock down Harry's throat, and Harry felt a surge of satisfaction even as he gagged.

Found it.

Harry continued to brush against the gland every time his finger slid in, and Severus' hand wound its way into his hair, massaging his scalp as the man breathed praise. “Yes, good boy, right there!”

Harry added a second finger and began to scissor them, twisting them every few thrusts, causing his knuckles to drag over Severus' prostate.

Harry held Severus' hips down with his free hand as he continued to work the man open while sucking him off, and found that it was easier to concentrate without the man's hips bucking up every few thrusts. He added another finger and the hand in his hair tightened, pulling roughly.

“Stop sucking me, or I'll come!” Severus warned, and Harry pulled off with a smile.

“That good, huh?” He asked smugly.

“Your enthusiasm makes up for your lack of skill. Still, with practice, I imagine you will become quite the good little cocksucker.” Severus told him.

Harry laughed. “It’s weird that I’m not taking offense at being called a cocksucker. “ He said.

Severus smirked. “If the shoe fits…” He teased.

Harry stretched him out thoroughly, and lubed himself. “Tell me if it hurts, okay?” He asked.

Severus ran a hand over Harry's cheek. “You worked me open quite well; I’m sure there will be no problems.” He said.

Harry nodded and slid in, groaning at the tight, hot clasp of Severus' body around him. “God, that gets better every time.” He breathed.

Severus squeezed around him. “Move. I understand you’re getting something out of this, but share.”

Harry chuckled and began thrusting.

Severus moaned and wrapped his legs around Harry's waist. He whispered something Harry didn’t catch, and Harry paused.

“What?” He asked.

Severus turned beet red and said, more clearly, “Hold me down.”

Harry grinned widely and took the man's wrists in his hands, pinning them above the man's head and leaning down to kiss Severus as he began moving again.

Severus struggled a bit, testing Harry's strength, before he gave in and arched under him, pushing hack into the thrusts and rolling his hips to give his cock some friction as Harry retreated.

They moved together for long moments before Severus tilted his head to the side. “Bite me! Thrall me!”

He didn’t need to ask twice.

Harry leaned down, still holding his mate captive as he laved the side of his neck, then bit, drinking a small amount and letting both thralls overlap, sending the man into a delirious haze of sensory overload.

Severus arched up to an impressive degree and wailed as he came between them, sending Harry over the edge as well as his passage fluttered wildly around his length.

Harry licked the wound closed and pulled out, pulling his thrall back in as he released Severus.

He blushed. “Um, your wrists might bruise, sorry. You struggled.”

Severus smiled softly. “That is bruising I will find acceptable. It is okay if I ask for it.” He explained.

Harry went to get up, and Severus grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

“Stay. I will set an alarm for three AM, which will give us a few hours to enjoy the afterglow and nap. There is no need to leave just yet.” He said.

Harry smiled and slid under the covers as Severus did the same. They wrapped around each other, falling into a light sleep, the bond between them pulsing slowly as it began to repair itself.
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