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Being Wanted	By : ChaoticReactions Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 126320 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 11
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. In fact, I'd be very thankful if this never reaches poor Ms Rowling's eyes. Nor do I make money off of this, nice as that would be.

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Warning: This chapter contains toys (anal), incest, dirty talk, exposure, exhibitionism, voyeurism, threesome, rimming, fisting, multiple orgasms and frottage. The usual 'Don't like, don't read' applies.

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The next morning, Harry made his way down stairs, the taste of his own come on his tongue and feeling oddly empty. This morning he’d woken up with a vibrator in his arse, and now he missed the sensation of having something in him almost as much as the pleasure it had given him. But he had a plan for today, as nice as it would have been to lounge around and explore his tastes all morning.

His good mood was made even better by discovering replies from his friends when he gotten up. It was the normal ‘hope you’re doing well as you can, here’s what we’ve been up to’ messages, but more interestingly he’d gotten an official date for being picked up - a week from today. A part of Harry was sad to be losing what he’d just gotten, but much more of him was thrilled. He’d missed his friends quite a lot, and he was eager to see them. Especially since he’d be seeing them in brand new ways.

Pushing that aside for now, he slipped into the kitchen and watched Petunia make breakfast for a while, still enjoying the simple fact that he no longer had to. She was using the same familiar wooden spoon for the eggs and the bacon, and occasionally she’d slip it into her mouth, eyes fluttering. It was a good thing Vernon was still asleep, but Harry imagined she wouldn’t go this far with him there.

Enjoying the show, and watching her movements get slowly smoother and more open as she got more and more aroused, Harry made his way over next to her. “Find an excuse to get Vernon out of the house today, and then wait for me to come get you.” He had some setting up to do first. Petunia nodded eagerly, eyes bright with anticipation, and Harry smirked and slid his hand around her thigh. It trembled slightly under his touch, more so as he creeped his fingers higher and higher. Eventually the pads of his fingers felt panties, which were already soaking. Hooking his finger into it, he dragged them down slowly, feeling the moisture spread over her thighs. Once she stepped out of them, Harry twirled them on his finger and stuffed them in his pocket, ignoring the slight discomfort from the cooling wetness. “Filthy bitches don’t need these.” Petunia gave a helpless moan, and Harry turned to sit back down, feeling satisfied with himself.

Petunia was once again just finishing setting up when Uncle Vernon thundered down and took the farthest seat. He kissed his wife on the cheek and got a distracted, thin smile in return, before he snagged the newspaper and started to read. Moments later, probably scenting breakfast, Dudley follow, looking anywhere but Harry. Subtle. Right.

In an effort to seem as unsuspicious as possible, Harry kept his head down and focused more on the meal than his family. There wasn’t much to think about, given that it was just some soggy eggs, since there was plenty of time to get more later, but it was enough. Above his head, Aunt Petunia gave Uncle Vernon a list of out-of-the-house chores to run. He complained, his tone clearly saying that he thought these were Petunia’s job, but eventually gave in with ill grace.

Satisfied, Harry patted his aunt’s knee under the table, sliding his fingers through the drips he could feel. The back of her dress must be getting dark. Hopefully she’d be able to avoid getting caught. Then he poked Dudley in the thigh to get his attention, before getting up to clean his plate. Before he could escape, Vernon waved a list of chores to finish in his face, and Harry snagged them without comment. Either he could do them with magic, if he could figure out how to do normal, non-sexual spells in his new way, or Vernon could just deal.

This time, Dudley finished his breakfast before following, so apparently he was capable of learning when he had the proper motivation. That was news to Harry. Leaving the door open, he waited and fiddled with the new anal vibrator before his cousin appeared in the door.

“Strip and come here,” Harry ordered, not bothering to look up. He could hear just fine, and it wasn’t like he had doubts he was being obeyed. Gesturing to the bed, he continued to test the vibrators settings. No matter how high he turned the knob, it never seemed to reach a point where the movements didn’t get stronger, and it didn’t turn off until he canceled the spell. In short, it was a lovely little device he had some plans for. When Dudley settled down next to him, Harry finally picked up his eyes. “Pleasure yourself for me. I want you to be fully aroused and ready.”

Without even nodding, Dudley’s hand dove to his chubby dick and started to pump, already at a frantic pace. Reaching over, Harry grabbed the lube and handed it over, and without needing to question, Dudley used the other hand to start to finger his arse as well.

That continued for several minutes, until Harry could hear Vernon sulkily slam the car door and back out. Excellent. Putting down the vibrator, he stood and made for the door. Dudley made a pained noise, both hands slowing, and Harry frowned. “I don’t think I told you to slow.” Biting his bottom lip, Dudley whimpered again and went back to his former, almost painful pace. “Good boy.” That earned him a moan, and his cousin’s cock jerked in his grasp.

Leaving again, Harry made his way downstairs, where his aunt was waiting. Her legs were spread wide open, and he could see all the way down her skirt to her cunt. She’d also unbuttoned her blouse, and it was open far enough that he could see she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Perfect.

“Look at you, showing off your dirty pussy. You’d think you were proud of it,” Harry commented, voice laced with disdain. Petunia shivered and nodded. “Are you? Are you proud of your greedy cunt?”

Hand twitching on her thigh, she moaned and nodded. “Yes. You can use it, so I love my pussy. I love every filthy bit of it, so long as it’s yours.”

Harry had really woken something amazing in her. He’d taken her awful ability to insult and turned it into this wonderful gift. This change hadn’t just made him better, but it improved everyone it touched. Grabbing the sides of her shirt, Harry yanked her until she stood, and then cast a few spells that would make it so no one could see what was happening from the outside. No need to have anyone call the cops. Once he was satisfied they would hold up, he pulled down her skirt and reached between her legs, palming her soaking cunt. “Well, if you’re so proud of it, then you should show it off.”

Eyes going wide in confusion, his aunt opened her mouth to ask... something. Harry didn’t really care what. Instead he spun her around and pressed her against the glass door to the backyard, kicking her legs open until her bare cunt pressed against it. Using his fingers, he spread her pussy lips open so that anyone who looked would have been able to see the bright pink. When he slid his hand away, it came away dripping, and more moisture started to slide down the glass, like raindrops in a downpour. “Now everyone can see how filthy you really are. Do you think everyone spends as much time trying to peer into their neighbor’s yard as you do? I certainly hope so, since they’ll be getting a nice eyeful.”

Placing his hands on her ass, Harry used the leverage to start to grind her against the door. After a moment Petunia picked up the movement, until he didn’t have to direct her anymore. She moaned and started to mouth at the glass, licking like it was a cock. “You love it, too. Look how dripping wet you are just from thinking about someone seeing your slutty cunt. In fact, I think you could get off like this, couldn’t you? Hump the glass until you come, just begging for someone to see.” Letting that hang in the air for a second, he slapped her ass. “Do it.”

Petunia shrieked, and Harry wished he’d had the forethought to silence the room as well. But the neighbors had been listening to her scream shrilly for years, and he didn’t think it would suddenly cause them worry now. Writhing against the door, Petunia scraped herself up and down the glass, pressing her pussy against it and making her shirt open farther. It didn’t take long before she screamed again, this time accompanied by a gush of moisture that coated the pane.

As his aunt panted, Harry ‘tsk’ed disapprovingly. “What a filthy mess. We can’t have the house looking like that. What would the neighbors think?” She shuddered again, and he smirked. “Since you were the one to dirty it, you should clean it.”

Glancing back at him, Petunia groaned before sliding down the glass. Adjusting so she was more comfortable settled on all fours (like a dog - like a bitch), she leaned forward and lapped her wetness off bit by bit, moaning and panting all the while. Her lipstick smeared as she did so, leaving suspicious lines of bold, whore red. Good.

Once she was finally finished with her task, Harry motioned for her to get up and follow. Petunia trailed after him, movements languid and sated, showing no sign of being bothered walking in her house mostly naked and dripping, despite the fact that her son was home. That was promising.

Moving ahead of her, Harry slipped into the room. “Stop. Lie face down, arse in the air.” Dudley made a weak noise, face red and panting hard, but he did move his hands away and get into position. Once he was there, Harry opened the door for Petunia to come in. Mother and son froze at the sight of each other, but neither moved to object, and Harry didn’t give them the chance to think on it.

“Time to prove once and for all what a filthy bitch you are,” he told Petunia, and her eyes lit with enthusiasm. With a gesture toward Dudley, and a quick, subtle cleaning spell, Harry smirked. “After being such a filthy whore downstairs, you must be hungry. Greedy bitch that you are, I think you’ll enjoy eating your son’s arse, and he’s going to enjoy it like the slut he is.” Both Petunia and Dudley gasped, but neither sounded anything but aroused. “So? What are you waiting for?”

Giving one more shudder, Petunia took one shaky step forward, and then moved as smoothly as she had been to the bed. Climbing onto it, she rested a hand on either cheek, pulling Dudley open to her gaze. The boy moaned openly, wriggling slightly in anticipation. And then Petunia leaned forward and started to lap.

From this angle, Harry could see the way his aunt’s jaw moved with her tongue, and it really did give the impression that she was trying to eat him. He got treated to flashes of slick pink, and the sight of saliva dribbling down messily between Dudley’s crack and down to his balls, dripping onto the blanket.

Dudley was still gasping and moaning, eyes fever-bright, and Harry tilted his head. “Dudders, you’re so quiet. You should tell Mummy exactly how much you love her tongue in your arse.”

At first his cousin choked, and then he groaned loudly. “Yes! Fuck, Mummy, I love it. I want more, please please, lick me up.” Dudley squirmed, and the whole bed shook with the force of it. “Harder, faster, I need it, Mummy, I want it, gimme more!”

Satisfied, Harry watched them for a few more seconds, fingers drumming against his leg to help deal with his own tension. But why? Why shouldn’t he enjoy himself? With a little flick of his hand, the anal vibrator and lube flew over to him. Calmly, he stripped himself of his trousers and pants, and prepared both himself and the toy. Then he carefully spread his legs and slid the vibrator inside, before turning it on.

His groan was echoed on the other side of the room, and he could see both of his relations eyes go glassy from the sight. Pleased with the regard, he gave a luxurious stretch and rested a lazy hand over himself. In response, Petunia’s actions became noticeably stronger, and Harry could see Dudley’s cock twist.

Letting them continue, Harry worked himself for a while, until he felt himself approach orgasm. Then he licked his dry lips and smirked. “You may both come.”

They did, and so did he. Simple as that.

***

Over the course of the day, Harry continued to play with his pets, testing the options of two instead of one. Mostly, he had them deal with each other, so that he didn’t give into the temptation of simply giving in and fucking one or both. That particular virginity wasn’t theirs. Harry wasn’t sure exactly why it was that this was so important to him. Personally, he suspected that it was a remnant of the person he’d used to be, before he’d found this wonderful part of life. The one that had thought that sex was only to be had with your One True Love, and that indeed something like that existed.

Now, Harry knew that was wrong. There was not One True Love, because everyone he wanted was his. Perhaps he could be someone’s, but no one was his. That simply wouldn’t be fair, if he had a preference. While one person or another might be particularly interested in a kink he prefered, and he might spend a bit more time with them, he simply couldn’t imagine doing something as stupid as limiting himself to one boy or girl. What had been wrong with him? Honestly.

Either way, he’d allow that particular failing to go. It was only for a week anyway, and he could deal with not experiencing penetrative sex for less than seven days more. Admittedly, the reason he was so calm about this was that there were so many other options he could partake in.

For example, the fact that he was currently wrist-deep inside his aunt’s cunt, while her son lapped at where her moisture dripped out and down his arm. Both were groaning and panting and grinding, either in his lap (Petunia) or against the carpet (Dudley, again. Harry was beginning to wonder if he’d fostered some kind of fondness for it in the boy. It was possible).

This time, Harry was holding himself back from getting too much pleasure. And while he certainly enjoyed punching into Petunia’s pussy, letting his knuckles rub against her soft, wet walls and stretching her more than she’d ever been, and certainly got something out of watching them debase themselves solely for his enjoyment, that was mostly mental. The vibrator had been put back into its spot, and he’d put his pants back on, so as to have a barrier between himself and his aunt’s bony arse.

The reason for that was that today had been a rousing success. He’d already come twice more today (both times on their faces, first Dudley and then Petunia) for one. But more importantly, he’d found this far easier than he’d imagined. It might have been that simply sitting back and directing them made his pets simpler to control, but he’d expected to need to pick up some basics of splitting focus and then have some time to develop strategies before moving on.

But, apparently not. While he couldn’t say that they were orderly or incapable of their own decisions - the way Dudley kept trying to worm his way into Harry’s focus showcased that well, as did Petunia’s insistence to never ignore her son, unless specifically ordered - they did usually learn orders after the first time being told, and were quick to fall in line if they did something Harry didn’t approve of.

Those bits of personality were both comforting and frightening. Not for Dudley and Petunia’s sake, obviously. Harry didn’t really care so much what happened to them in the long term, so long as it didn’t implicate or hurt him. They deserved anything they might face for this and more. But the reason he liked his friends was because of who they were. Their personalities and traits interested and endeared them to him. If they were to become simple tools for pleasure, then this would very quickly become boring.

But on the other hand, what if they resisted enough to object? Hermione had a long history of going above his head for things she didn’t find right, so would this be one of those things? Would Harry be able to identify and neutralize such attempts if that was the case?

It didn’t help that Harry’s knowledge said that these two were the anomalies of his life - the easy cases. Vernon would be as well, in fact. Muggles, without sufficient magic of their own, were simple to overcome with his. All it took were a few brushing touches before it took control. Even in cases of overt, obvious, obsessive dislike, such as Petunia, it was astonishingly easy to override them completely.

And while he did have an advantage with his friends, in that they were already fond of him and even inclined to follow his league, they all had magic to fight with. That was, in a word, worrying.

But that had never stopped Harry in the past. He could even say he thrived on worrying, stressful situations. The more danger, the better he seemed to function. So he’d at least attempt, and maybe do this slowly. Subtly. In a way that wouldn’t make them so suspicious.

Which meant that Harry was going to enjoy his chance to kick back and relax about this now.

Returning his focus back to his relations, who were both red-faced and moving hard with exertion, Harry shifted his hand, just to hear Petunia scream. She bucked and surged both her pussy and Harry’s arm into Dudley’s face, smearing it further. Her son gave a low gasp, eyes rolling up in his head. Well, if Harry could give Dudley any compliment, it would be that his ability to eat food did transfer well to eating both ass and cunt.

In the middle of an internal debate about if he should allow his pets to come or not, the garage door could be heard opening, and Harry picked up the sounds of the car pulling in. Oh, good. It was time to get started then.

Yanking his fist out of his aunt’s gaping cunt, and smirking at the sob of loss that caused, he slapped her arse and pushed Dudley away with his foot. “Up, both of you.” Reluctantly at first, and then with more enthusiasm, both stood up properly, and Harry pushed away from them. “Wait here.”

Making sure he wasn’t overtly suspicious, Harry made his way downstairs just as Vernon bustled in, carrying a number of shopping bags and cursing about it. “Aunt Petunia said to put those in the living room and then take a seat.” His uncle went a little red, like he thought Harry was screwing with him. Harry was pleased to inform him the screwing would start soon. But for now he just shrugged, his body language suggesting that he had nothing to do with this.

Grumbling darkly, Vernon thundered into the other room and dumped all the bags - Harry wasn’t sure they actually needed any of the things he’d run out, and that they’d really had been simply excuses - before dropping almost sulkily onto the couch.

Spotting Harry watching him, Vernon’s face went a shade darker, threatening purple, and he pointed a meaty hand at the floor in front of him. “Come here, boy.”

Well, make it easy on him, why don’t you?

Once Harry was standing in front of him, Vernon opened his mouth, no doubt to take out his bad mood on Harry’s chore progress. Honestly, Harry hadn’t even bothered to get started. The only break he’d had since breakfast had been a quick stop for lunch and drinks. With all the bodily fluids they’d been losing, Harry had figured dehydration was probably an issue.

And Harry really didn’t feel like listening to Uncle Vernon complain about how long it took Harry to do chores his uncle had probably never done in his life. So he slapped his hand over the man’s mouth (the mustache felt too big and coarse, so that would be going).

Face going into full-on plum territory, Vernon raised a hand to smash Harry away. But it didn’t go anywhere, wavering and loosening until it fell limply into his lap, useless and weak.

Confident there would be no physical retribution, Harry slid forward without moving his hand, settling himself in his uncle’s lap. He could already feel a growing hardness, and so he ground against it.

Vernon became fully erect almost immediately, and his eyes went from narrowed hatred to wide-eyed, helpless begging. The sort of look that a child might give to a caretaker if they wanted something badly enough. The sort that had been ignored all of Harry’s life, until he eventually simply gave up.

But Harry was better than that. Even how he had been, even now, he was a better person than Vernon and Petunia Dursley had ever been. He wouldn’t ignore that sort of look - not unless he had a good reason, like to build them up better. Not out of misplaced envy and vengeance against the dead, or against something frightening and dangerous in a futile effort to feel capable of controlling something so far beyond him it might as well have been the sun.

And so Harry continued to grind, body undulating like he’d been giving lap dances for years. At the same time, he used his free hand to free Vernon’s cock, rubbing his thumb over the tip.

By now Vernon’s already ruddy face had gone splotchy and slick, and he slumped forward to lean his head against Harry’s shoulder. At first, Harry wanted to object, because he preferred to be the one to initiate touches with these three. But then he got a better idea.

“Come.”

Vernon did, and his cock was angled in such a way that his sperm shot up and painted a pair of stripes over his neck and chin. Whimpering, his movements slowed to a stop, and so did Harry. When he tried to pick his head back up, however, a smaller hand clamped it in place, and the man stilled.

“Again.”

Just like that, Vernon gave a whimper and did, his cock giving one tiny sputter of a spurt. The noise he made after was pained, and this time he curled further into Harry, perhaps only because he was in the way of the man slipping instinctively into a more protective position.

“Again.”

Sobbing, Vernon’s cock twitched hard, and he writhed and jerked like he was, but there was simply nothing left to spurt. He had been thoroughly milked dry, and when Harry stepped back, he slumped sideways onto the couch, limp in utter exhaustion.

Popping open his own trousers, Harry spat into his hand and wrapped it around his cock, bringing himself to a quick orgasm. His own come splashed over Vernon’s slack face, and the man groaned and shifted, eyes watching Harry with something approaching hunger, but didn’t harden.

Again, Harry was better than this wreck on the couch. When Harry been that exhausted (albeit from other reasons), Vernon had simply ordered him back to work. But he, the better man, would allow him the chance to rest.

Besides, they had all week to play.

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And that's it for the Dursleys! I could probably drag them out for another chapter, but it would get redundant quickly. Besides, much like Harry, I'm looking forward to greener pastures. After this, he begins on his friends and perhaps a few members of the Order. Any suggestions for who you would like to see next would be wonderful - obvious ones like Severus and Remus are already on the list, but more obscure ones might require a specific request, just because I'm less likely to think of them while I'm writing. Unusually for myself, this fic is not planned out, except in the vaguest terms. It is, in fact, pure PWP, albeit a long and suspiciously plot-y one.

As always, kink suggestions are welcomed. No offense if they don't show up at once, but if there are multiple requests for the same idea, then it would certainly benefit me to work it in sooner, right? There are a couple I don't think I can do, but I won't bring them up unless it becomes an issue.

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