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The Rise of the Drackens: The Scaled Bits	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 169456 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 21
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. All rights of Harry Potter belong to J. K. Rowling. I am making absolutely no money from this piece of fictional writing.

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A/N: Chapter Warning: Mentions and talk of sex/past sex. Filthy and sexual words. Mentions of penis beakers, male genitals and post coital messes.

Gentleman’s Wash

Harry’s knees automatically moved to bump into his chin, his thighs resting against his chest as he smiled sleepily as his lovers moved around him. He yawned widely and snuggled up more, wrapping his arms tighter around his legs, ignoring the fluids on his body and that he was lying in multiple wet spots. He just didn’t care. He was so fucking tired that the entire bed could be soaked through and he wouldn’t have moved an inch and wouldn’t have made a murmur the next morning. Draco however, hated all of it and refused to sleep in a dirty bed.
“Tell me why I didn’t fuck you unconscious while I had the chance?” Max complained as he was forced from the bed, cutting his post coital bliss short, just so that Draco could change the sheets. “Seriously, how can you do this now, I just want to sleep!”
“It’s disgusting. Get up Harry!”
“Leave me ‘lone.” Harry mumbled sleepily and he curled up tighter.
“I will not sleep in a soiled bed!”
“Max is right Draco; you do it all the time when you fall straight asleep after sex.” Nasta tried to reason as he covered a yawn.
“How can you all lie in a wet bed?” Draco asked aghast.
“Because we’re such savage heathens.” Blaise replied as he fed Leolin his two in the morning feed.
Max laughed loudly before he bent forward to snag Harry into his arms, body fluids and all. Harry wriggled pathetically and whined.
“I know love, but Draco’s being a fussy princess again and doesn’t want to sleep in a wet bed.”
“Sleep.” Harry sighed.
“I know you want to sleep, just let Nasta and Draco change the sheets and then you can get back into the fresh, clean bed.”
“He’s not getting back into a clean bed when he’s still covered in…in fluids!”
“Some of those fluids are yours.” Blaise commented grumpily.
“I’m not going to throw him into the shower when he’s ready to drop on his feet.” Max said sternly.
“Then there’s no point in changing the sheets!” Draco complained.
“Good.” Blaise bit out. “We didn’t want them changed in the first place, we just want to sleep.”
“At least clean him off if he’s not going in the shower.” Draco almost pleaded.
“Why is this still an issue Draco?” Nasta asked seriously.
“It’s just disgusting. I wouldn’t be able to sleep!”
“We would be able to sleep just fine if you’d damn well let us.” Blaise snapped as he burped Leolin gently, belying his harsh tone.
“I don’t understand how!” Draco snapped back.
“You do it just fine when you’ve been fucked enough. Nasta, set a reminder, tomorrow we fuck him twice as hard and twice as often.” Max said clearly.
Harry let out a sleepy murmur and tried to shift in Max’s arms. Max held him tighter and kissed his sleep slack lips.
Harry hummed lightly, smiling and he cuddled in tighter, shivering as his naked skin realised it was out in the open air and it was getting colder.
“If you leave those sheets there, I’ll clean him off with my tongue.” Max said with a naughty grin.
Draco pulled a face and quickly stripped the bed.
“Seriously Draco, you have issues and we need to address them.” Blaise said as he rocked Leolin gently.
“Just because I won’t sleep in a messy, wet bed, you’re saying I’m the one who has issues?” Draco demanded.
“We’re your lovers, your mates!” Blaise pointed out. “We’ve seen one another at our worst, at our lowest and most vulnerable. How can you be squeamish about a sleeping in a bit of cum when you’ve been covered in baby sick and snot?”
“I didn’t sleep in baby vomit or snot!” Draco replied heatedly as he and Nasta finished making the bed.
“I think you missed the point that Blaise was trying to make, Draco.” Nasta pointed out calmly as he gathered the soiled bedcovers into his arms.
“Which was what?” Draco said bad temperedly.
“That we love you, we’ve seen you at your best and worst and you have seen us at our best and worst, how can sleeping with a few wet spots bother you still?” Nasta asked before he turned and took the sheets down to the laundry hamper.
Draco swallowed and huffed. “How does he always do that?” He demanded. “Why am I feeling guilty when sleeping in dirty sheets is so…disgusting!”
“It’s only us.” Max pointed out. “It’s not harmful.”
“Says the man who welded his cock to the bed sheets when he fell asleep and dried in a wet spot.” Draco snarked.
Max winced as he remembered trying to pull his delicate bits away from the bed sheet.
“Yeah, that was painful, but that was only once. It doesn’t happen all the time.”
“What about when you got it stuck in your pubic hair?” Draco challenged.
“That wasn’t me, that was Blaise.” Max grinned. “It was just my cum that got stuck there.”
“I had to scrub that gunk off.” Blaise complained.
“Why would I willingly put myself through that?” Draco demanded.
“Can’t you see that it brings us closer together?” Blaise asked.
“How does rolling around in each other’s fluids make us closer together?”
“You’re scent marking yourself with all of our fluids.” Max offered.
“It shows that you don’t care about what you’re lying in, that you’d rather stay in our arms, cuddled together. It shows love.” Nasta said as he came back up the stairs and threw a damp washcloth to Blaise, who had tucked a sleeping Leolin back into his bassinet. “It is almost three in the morning now because of this fuckery. We could all be sleeping, instead it’s going to be more like half three before we get to sleep and we’ll need to be up for six tomorrow with the children. Harry is exhausted; I’m fucking exhausted and I don’t doubt we all are. The only thing we can do is ban sex; we can’t survive on two hours of sleep a night.”
Nasta let that announcement sink in as he took a second damp washcloth to clean up a softly snuffling Harry, who groaned and wriggled sleepily in Max’s arms, the movements waking him up despite how gentle Nasta was.
“Stop it.” Harry moaned trying to move away from Nasta, not remembering that he was in Max’s arms.
“I’m sorry Cariad. Draco won’t let you back in the bed while you’ve got this mess on you.”
“Tired.” Harry whined.
“I know you’re tired. Just a little more.” Nasta encouraged as he made sure he got every spot on Harry’s body.
Harry shivered and whined more, Max rubbed his arms and legs to try and warm him up a bit.
“Put him in bed.” Nasta ordered and Max did just that, setting Harry straight into the bed and covered him over.
Harry wriggled and writhed uncomfortably until Blaise threw his washcloth at Draco and climbed in with him, sharing body heat, but they both still shivered at the cool sheets until they settled down.
“We don’t really have to stop having sex do we?” Max asked almost desperately as he gave his body a cursory wipe down with the damp cloth that Nasta had handed him.
“I don’t see any other way.” Nasta shrugged.
“We can just use condoms and we can get Draco a penis beaker.”
“A what?” Harry laughed from the bed, picking his head up curiously to look at his three, still standing lovers.
Max shrugged. “It’s a container of water kept on the bedside table, usually a glass or a…well a beaker.” Max explained. “When Draco’s done he can just pull off his condom and dip himself in the water to wash himself.”
There was silence and Max ducked his head, grinning. Harry was the first to laugh, despite how tired he was and Blaise joined him.
“A posh gentleman’s wash.” Blaise sniggered.
That set Max off and he laughed hard. Harry rolled onto his back and gave Blaise a look and they both laughed harder.
“It’s not funny, that’s even more disgusting!” Draco actually shuddered at the thought.
“Just go to bed, please. It’s getting close to four in the morning now.” Nasta told them.
“I am in bed; I want to watch Draco use his penis beaker.” Harry said as he rolled over Blaise and picked up the glass of water that was kept there.
“I drink from that!” Max denied. “I don’t want to drink Draco’s penis water.”
“You give him oral sex all the time.” Blaise pointed out.
“That’s different! I’m not drinking penis water.” Max said stubbornly.
“You won’t have to; I’m not putting my penis in that.” Draco huffed affronted.
Harry chuckled and Blaise joined him, they almost spilt the water on the new sheets. Nasta darted forward and took the glass from Harry and set it back on the bedside table lest Draco force them to change the sheets yet again.
“Right, we’re all clean, we’re all tired. Can we please get some sleep now; we have two hours at most to sleep before we have to be up again.” Nasta was starting to look and sound angry, so they all agreed quickly before their more patient and level headed lover could really lose his temper with them, the last thing anyone wanted was a punishment.
Harry turned to cuddle into Blaise and Max slipped in behind him and Harry just melted into the warmth of him. Max was always hot and Harry shoved himself back into Max’s chest and belly, curling up and forcing Blaise to shift over to press against his front to keep him warmer.
The bed dipped and a flash of blond over Blaise’s shoulder informed Harry that Draco had joined them. Harry waited for Nasta to join, but the bed didn’t dip again and Harry picked his head up, despite how tired he was, to look for him.
“What’s wrong?” Harry mumbled as he saw Nasta bending to pick something up.
His oldest lover held up the still damp and used wash cloths and moved to take them down into the bathroom.
“Leave them Nasta. You need sleep too. Please just come to bed. Please.” Harry begged. “If you go down the stairs I’ll get up and follow you and I’m going to be grumpy enough tomorrow with the little sleep I’m going to get, don’t make it worse by prolonging it.” He added when it looked like Nasta was going to argue.
“I’ll just take a min…”
“Get in this damn bed now or I’ll tie you to it!” Harry hissed.
Nasta smiled and dropped the damp flannels back to the floor and moved over to the bed and climbed in behind Max, shifting his naked body right up against the equally naked body of Max.
“Ooo, you keep doing that and we’ll be making more mess.” Max murmured sleepily, but his heart wasn’t truly in the statement.
Nasta sighed and nuzzled into Max’s head, Harry’s hand slipped over Max’s hip and touched Nasta’s lower belly and Nasta held that small hand gently as he made himself warm in the clean sheets. It was almost four in the morning and they’d all be awake at six, they were never going to survive a full day tomorrow on a mere two hours’ sleep. He already knew that, all for the sake of clean sheets and cleaning off a few wet spots.
He sighed and settled down further as he listened to the four other’s in the bed shift, murmur or sigh in their sleep, their breaths evened out as they slipped deeper into their dreams.
He’d have to break Draco of his compulsive cleaning disorder. They could have been asleep by two if Draco hadn’t insisted they all get up, change the sheets and clean up themselves and the arguments about doing it hadn’t helped them get into bed any sooner either.
Closing his eyes and slipping his right arm under Max’s neck, touching Harry’s complete and utter mess of hair, he couldn’t help but think that Max’s idea had been the best, the next time they found themselves having sex this late at night, they’d fuck Draco twice as hard and twice as often so that he’d fall right off to sleep with no argument about wet spots on the sheets or anyone of them not cleaning off afterwards. He didn’t want to be kept awake after every love making session they had just to clean up when he saw no point to it and he wanted no more talks of penis beakers either. After a good, hard night of sex all he wanted was to sleep for several hours, cwtched up with his lovers in the bed with him, was that really too much to ask for?
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A/N: My Facebookers know how this plot idea came to me and I want them to know that I’m still laughing about it several hours later.
I hope you enjoy this little scene. I’m on the last chapter of The Tribulation of the Blue Moon and I should be updating in the next few days. Then I’ll be back on The Rise of the Drackens, I’m expecting chapter seventy-eight to be updated in five or six days hopefully, but until then, enjoy this little scene and I’ll be seeing you lovelies very soon,
StarLight Massacre. X
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