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Stray	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 8046 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own harry potter, nor am I making any money off of it, If i did, it would have been a MUCH gayer series.

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III.

“Clear? Yeah?” Charlie grinned broadly. “We should celebrate.”

A knowing smirk crossed Snape's lips as he finally lowered his hand. “It would appear you've begun without me,” he pointed out, eyes roving up and down the redheaded brothers in their varied states of undress.

“This?” Charlie replied, rutting against his brother firmly, just once, to make his point. Ron was left breathless. “Just saying hello.”

“This is how you say hello to all of your family members, I take it?” Snape asked casually, striding across the small room the way he always strode, with marked confidence, as if his robes were fluttering behind him, even though there wasn't a thing on him but the vow mark tattoo over his heart, and the faded remnants of Voldemort's curse mark on his arm.

“Just the cute ones,” Charlie quipped.

Snape was upon them then. Ron forgot how to breathe. He'd never thought of Snape as anything but a greasy git. Everyone at Hogwarts had always called him behind his back, and Ron found no reason to disagree. If he thought of Snape as anything more – with heroics and what not – things got awfully complicated, so he tried not to. But, when he was naked, erect, and close like this, it was hard not to think he had an unfathomable appeal, that the sum of his parts were somehow more attractive than all of those parts when taken individually. He was sure that was just his hormones talking. Ron watched in awe as Severus tilted his brother's chin up, pressed their lips together slowly. His heart pounded in his chest as he watched their tongues tangle together. He moaned at the long fingers that ghosted down his ribcage feather-light, and landed to rest on his thigh – the very thigh that was wrapped around Charlie's bare hip. He forgot how to breathe as Charlie remained against him – bare, tender rods pressed together, moaning into Snape's kiss. His mouth went dry, and he licked his lips, as Snape's hand caressed him through his jeans – the weight and heat enough to burn through the denim, or so it felt.

Eventually, the kiss broke. Severus nipped at Charlie's earlobe, and whispered – in that way that wasn't a whisper at all - “Well, I suppose if he's already here, he might as well help us celebrate, yes?”

“Fuck yes,” Charlie breathed the words out with a shudder. “You read my mind.”

“Perhaps the living room, then, would be a bit more accommodating,” Severus suggested, his dark gaze turning to penetrate deep into the pit of Ron's stomach, “If such an arrangement seems an agreeable enough way to spend an evening to you, of course, Ronald.” He was not quite so rude as to coax a man young enough to be his son into a threesome without his having some say in the matter.

Ron's mouth was parched. He tried to speak, but had to moisten his lips before he could form words. “So long as you promise not to call me that again. It's Ron. Just Ron.”

Charlie moaned as he watched his lover tilt Ron's chin up and give his mouth treatment in kind – a long, deep kiss with plenty of tongue. Ron appeared to melt into it, as though he was desperate for any affection he could get.

When the kiss broke, Severus turned again to kiss Charlie, a far briefer affair this time. “By the fireplace, I should think. Move the table out of the way and get a fire going. Ron and I will get briefly reacquainted, as I help him out of his trousers, and we'll be along in short order.”

Charlie grinned. “Fine, fine,” he said. “Take your time molesting my brother,” he joked. “But don't take TOO much time. You know I'm the impatient sort.” He nibbled at Snape's ear as Ron watched in awe, the way Severus so easily tilted his scarred throat as if bending it to Charlie's will. Charlie leaned in and kissed Ron deeply. “Don't have too much fun without me,” he whispered against his brother's lips before turning and retreating into the other room.

Ron whimpered at the loss of intimate contact, but Severus was quick to take Charlie's place against him. The dark haired man licked up the column of his throat, leaving a path of fire to trail up Ron's spine. His hands were quick to tug at Ron's trousers and pants, and his body supported the redhead's weight as Ron shifted his hips.

Ron hissed as his bare buttocks came in contact with the counter top. He braced his weight, clutching at the handles of the overhead cupboards, as Severus pulled the rest of his clothing from his long legs. Unlike Charlie, who had left his shirt to tumble carelessly into a sink full of dishwater, Severus actually wasted the time required to fold his jeans and settle them over the back of the chair before returning, giving Ron's bare, aroused figure an appraising once over. “Built rather like the eldest of your clan, I see.”

Ron turned red up to the ears. “Bill...h-have you...?!”

Severus waved it off as he slipped back against Ron's lanky figure, turgid cock sliding easily against Ron's own. “Once, long ago,” he conceded. “Appealing enough,” he said, tweaking Ron's nipple and making him whimper. He wasn't going to last very long if they kept tormenting him like this! “But, as I recall there was alcohol involved, and your brother rather stubbornly insisted upon a graduation present. At the time, there was no pressing reason to refuse.”

Ron whimpered as Snape's hands wandered over him, took their pressed erections in hand and began to stroke faintly. He panted. He didn't know why it was hot, but the fact that this man had shagged both of his eldest brothers really got him going. “H-how many of my siblings have you...?”

“Hm, I wonder.” Severus replied cryptically. “There were so many detentions, and one particular sibling was constantly pestering me for extra credit work,” he sighed dramatically to make his point. “I can't possibly be expected to recall such trivial details, can I?”

The cryptic answer made Ron's pulse thunder in his ears. Had he...? Or hadn't he...? The wondering made Ron's mind trail over several filthy possibilities, and he began to shudder. Snape's hand jerking their cocks, his lips on his ear, his hot breath... and a whisper. “You enjoy that, don't you, imagining your brothers in such a way? I've learned that Charlie is quite the same. A rather peculiar inherited disposition, but not one without a certain appeal.”

Ron startled as his body betrayed him quite abruptly. He convulsed, and his seed splattered between them as filthy images of Snape bending over, and bending over for, each of his brothers in turn, raced through his mind. He didn't know if he'd really shagged the other three. He would probably never know, but the fantasy was enough, and the fact that Severus showed no disdain for the fantasy at all – that helped. It wasn't as though Ron was in love with his brothers. He didn't exactly plan to make it a habit of having threesomes with their lovers, but he could still have a fantasy now and again, and admit to himself that they were hot, even though there was someone he thought was hotter, someone he wanted so much more, someone with big, strong, broom-calloused hands, just like Charlie's.

Ron panted as he came down from the high. He felt a bit guilty. Snape hadn't gotten off yet. And, come to think of it, Charlie was waiting for them in the other room, probably writhing impatiently and touching himself to ease the ache.

“Good then,” Severus said plainly, as if they'd just been discussing the weather. “It was quite clear you would not last very long. Best to get the first one over and done with. It would have been rather disappointing to have you climax on entry.”

Ron blinked blearily and slid off the counter. His legs felt like gelatin. “I do trust you will have no difficulty attaining further erections tonight. Your brother certainly doesn't. But, if you require assistance, that can be easily arranged.”

“N-no, I'm good,” Ron stuttered, grabbing a dish towel and washing himself off a bit. Severus had no apparent inclination. He sat down in the kitchen chair, his cock swollen and eager, Ron's seed splashed across his stomach and just silently watched Ron for a few long moments.

Ron looked between the Slytherin and the door, and back again. Were they not to head to Charlie just yet. “You—uhm, do you want me to...?” He gestured at Snape's darkened rod.

“If you would be so kind,” Severus answered calmly. “I have been waiting patiently for that potion to run clear, and prove that Nagini's venom is once and for all gone from my system. I have been eager, all that time, to bury myself deep within that energetic brother of yours, but did not dare risk transferring the venom. Now that I am rid of this infernal illness, I would very much like to be at my best when I spread him open.”

Ron was floored by the frankness of the statement. It made his recently spent cock throb and his mouth water. More than that, it drove reality home hard in his mind: all the time Snape had been here, his brother had been having at his arsehole, his mouth, but Snape could not give Charlie treatment in kind. Now that twinkle in Charlie's eye when he said 'clear? Yeah? We should celebrate,' made such perfect sense – that they had both been looking so forward to the day when Charlie could take his turn at being the receptacle of the older man's lust. That just happened to be tonight, when Ron had stupidly walked into their personal space and mucked everything up. He felt like he was interfering in something he shouldn't be a part of as he knelt between Snape's thighs and took his cock in hand. He was so hard. It felt like he was ready to burst. He couldn't imagine what it felt like to be loaded full of a potion that gave so little reprieve from that sensation. It was obviously effecting Snape. He spoke much more honestly than was his habit. Or, maybe it was the final demise of the dark lord that finally gave him the opportunity to show a little bit of his more human side. Fuck it. It didn't matter. How could he waste his time thinking about such things when there was a swollen cock before him, begging to be sucked, when Snape was actually asking for it?! He closed his lips around the swollen head and, looking up through his lashes, saw Snape's flutter. It was amazing, to see him so removed from the stern, stoic, emotionless bastard he expected. Kind of hot, too, really. Ron lowered his gaze again, feeling like he was seeing something that wasn't meant for him. He kept thinking about it; Snape wanted to be at his best for Charlie. That told him quite clearly just how much they meant to one another. Ron slid his tongue down along the hot, hard flesh, suckled at it. A one-off like this was just what he needed to take some of the sting of his recent rejection away, when he'd finally opened himself up to someone again. He moaned when Snape's fingers buried themselves in his hair, encouraged him to continue. He could feel the bare thighs beneath his grip start to tense, and in response, his own cock began to swell again. His hand came to it thoughtlessly, squeezing and stroking, as Severus gripped his head firmly, buried himself down the back of Ron's throat, and spilled himself there.

Ron swallowed. Of course he swallowed. He didn't even mind the way Snape's hips pulsed when he came – it was a bit brilliant, really. He pulled back, licking his lips and looked up at his old professor. He noticed for the first time that there were some dashes of gray edging into his hair about the temples. His thin lips were drawn as he tried not to look as overwhelmed as he felt. It was amazing, to be one of the few gifted with the sight of Severus Snape once he let his guard down. Ron still didn't think him particularly handsome, but there was something endearing, and a bit charming, about the old bastard when his emotions were on display like this. He could understand what Charlie saw in him. “I don't have to be here,” he said. “I can sneak out the window, let you and Charlie have the time to yourself.” He felt like he shouldn't interfere with what was obviously a pivotal moment for them.

“Nonsense,” Severus answered, gathering his wits. “He's rather looking forward to this, and I've not enjoyed a threesome in quite a long while. I am, unfortunately, getting too old for them. I have taken the last of that infernal mating serum, so, now that I am quite well enough, it would be remiss of me not to enjoy its effects while they last. Come morning, I am sure, your brother will be eager to have his home to himself again. It's rather too small for two, but for one night, at least, it is quite large enough for three.” He pulled Ron to his feet.

Ron felt his heart pounding. Did Snape mean that, now, after all he'd gone through with Charlie, he was going to leave? He couldn't mean that, right? Charlie obviously adored him. He didn't get to ask the question as Snape stood and walked past him and, gripping his wrist, pulled him toward the doorway.

“Now then, we should not keep him waiting any longer. He really is rather an impatient sort of man.”

“He fancies you,” Ron blurted, digging his heels in.

Severus turned and quirked a brow.

“He really fancies you. I can tell,” Ron continued in that reckless, Gryffindor way of his.

Snape's gaze softened a bit. “He pities me,” he answered. Apparently, they were going to have a heart to heart. Of all the Weasleys to possibly have such a conversation with, Severus never imagined it would be Ron. “I will not let him continue to mistake that pity for something more, not when I know that, once the matter of our constant coupling is at its end, we've very little in common. He will grow quickly bored of me. Better to sever our ties quickly than let them linger until we are both miserable.”

“He fancies you,” Ron repeated more firmly, as if saying it over and over could beat it into Snape's thick skull. “I'm his brother. I know what he's like. The way he looks at you isn't the way he looks at a prime shag – and he's had more than his fair share of those. It's bigger than that. You'll break his heart if you leave. If you don't fancy him, then, yeah, you should go, but you do fancy him. You want to be at your best for him.”

Snape paled a bit as his own words came back to haunt him. He didn't answer. “We have kept him waiting long enough,” he said. “I will not lose this opportunity. You may do as you please, but if you were to leave, it would be...somewhat disappointing.” A few long strides carried him from the room.

Ron stood back a moment, measuring the situation. He was shit at relationships, always had been. He certainly was in no position to fix his brother's when he couldn't even manage his own. Honestly, he really wanted to go out there. They were both so fucking sexy, and he was hard enough to hammer nails. The thought of those two men – one his former professor, and the other his sibling – was so taboo, and so exciting, that he'd be a fool to walk away from the once in a lifetime opportunity. He tried to convince himself that if he stayed away, maybe they could work it out in some cavity-inducing sort of way, and just stay together, but as he went over it in his head, he knew that was bullocks. Whether he was there or not tonight wouldn't change a thing, so, he gave up on the logical arguments against it and moved to the doorway. He watched the orange glow of the fire play off of their bare skin.

Even if he wanted to leave, even if he was positive it was the right thing to do, it didn't matter. He couldn't, not when someone was offering him a piece of that. It was too much to hope for, and far too much to refuse.
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