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Detrimental Secret	By : NecroticEclipse Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 15450 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Introduction

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Rating: NC-17

Warning: This story contains adult situations and a sexual explicitness not suitable for everyone. Read at your own caution and do not read if you are not of the appropriate maturity.

Disclaimer: All characters used within this story are property of J.K. Rowling. She happens to hold the rights to the Harry Potter universe and this story in no ways lays claim for dispute of those rights. The plot of the story is, however, not owned by J.K. Rowling. That herein belongs to me, therefore all events in the story are fictitious.

Introduction: An unwitting Lily Evans walks in on James Potter and Sirius Black serving detention. They all get a surprise they weren't prepared for. A secret unraveled and it can't get out. Not if sne hne has his say in the matter.

Characters: James Potter, Lily Evans, and Sirius Black.

~ Necrotic Eclipse

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Detrimental Secret

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Impelled. Forces compelling, cannot resist, knowing it's wrong, but this. The ultimate bliss. Bliss...

I. Dicing the lizard, paying atten, an, and adding the cups of petals. Grinding stems, sprinkling into a tube, a foul potion hath formed. True and blue with disgust written in the hues. Pour into the cauldron, pause for bubbles, mix gingerly in even strokes. Wolfsbane a dangerous commodity that shall not go to waste, one must not taste, must not make path for dangerous ways. From the treasure cove take a geus pus pinch and into the mixture ritually it stays. Test not the heavens! Let them not essay an attempt! Wary and cautious one must be, yet the foolish security time and time again brings destructive contempt.

II. A boy with a hooked nose meticulously diced the lizard tail into neat, even pieces. Following that he added to the cauldron a half dozen cups of black rose petals. The stems were ground and sprinkled into a tube containing a revolting substance. After scrupulously pouring it into the cauldron, pausing every time a bubble formed, he mixed it gingerly in nice precise swirls. Grabbing the wolfsbane, measured to the accuracy of a millimeter, he gingerly pitched it into the compound. He was wary of his foes, they had yet to rear their ugly heads, but could not help glance at the potion with a smug smile.

I. Sizzles and spurts, the potion is done. Painstakingly completed, but time has been preserved. A slight shake from the right, a quake from the left, and the confusion has set. Proud smile wiped from the face, black hair staring wide-eyed into it. Could something have gone wrong? Fates playing tricks like the red devil. What brings about this change? Hath having done some wrong? Having bit the destiny of a tittering fool? Creature between man and beast with no chance to redeem. A hazy image of the man could achieve he. Shields lowered doth create weakness in the hearth.

II. The boy with the greasy hair sat unaware as someone else decided to aid the tedious process by helpfully heaving some wolfsbane into the amalgamation. Bubbles expelled and the boy, whose black eyes flung open, possessed a first-hand seat to the exploding effects. Miniscule sparks imploded. Colors shifted. Within seconds the classroom was suffused with fumes. Even the deaf could not rest in ignorance due to the impending shakes and the scattering of liquids and materials. Smoke cleared away, displaying the face of a figure covered with fur�fur composed of thousands of boils. He had let his guard down, he had failed.

I. Public cries wide and various they be, for they contained anger, disdain, laughter, and contradictory notes. Mirth covered the crowd and all hailed upon the victimized soul smiles to brighten his day. Mockery reigned king amongst the pupils. Ladies averted their eyes from such a beastly sight of pure revulsion, uncomprehending why any individual would let this be. Culprits, charming brothers, apprehended by the professor. Fellow colleague displayed his opinion of such being reprehensible. Sensible werewolf who tolerate could not devious behavior as witnessed.

II. The girls shrieked with revulsion while half the guys stared dumbly, goggling the sight and the other half crowed with genuine mirth. Amongst the latter half were two similar looking boys, the culprits of the "accident"; the one with the glasses was James Potter and the other with the handsome hair was Sirius Black. Meanwhile a boy nearby with sandy brown hair looked on reprovingly. Annoyed with the disruption, the professor immediately ordered silence and demanded who had committed the crime with a menacing tone. The duo immediately confessed�or, rather, gloated.

"That would be us." Sirius was grinning broadly.

"Didn't you read the instructions? It clearly states a half cup of wolfsbane," James lectured condescendingly.

Sirius shook his head in regret. "Oh, how the mighty have fallen!"

"Quiet!" the teacher's voice finally broke in. "Black, Potter, you both can enjoy each other's company this Saturday in detention."

James and Sirius merely shared a secretive smile in answer. "Oh, we will professor. We will."

"Nothing gives us more plea tha than serving this excellent school," James drawled.

The professor looked like he had been forced to swallowed a lemon. "Oh? Well then make that detention for the next week as well!"

Not so hard. Not at all. Nothing at all.

It was success. Definite success.

Others might not think so; they might disagree, but they didn't know what they knew.

Both James and Sirius definitely knew.

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Conceded. Aroma of sweat assaulting the nose, marking its territory in the atmosphere. Heavy breathing remained audible in silesilence...

I. Dabbling in the blackness, wonder and curiosity taking place. Road to prostitution, is that the ultimate disgrace?

II. Lily wad thd the two troublemakers leave the room when class ended. She, disgusted, turned her thoughts to them. Did they enjoy being immature jerks? Hours and hours of hard labor and still they wouldn't stop their childish antics. After the first few dozens of detentions she'd thought that the teachers would become more intelligent. Not that she knew how to be a better headmaster�headmistress�but Dumbledore really should have expelled the two. Their shenanigans were juvenile. It was like having two eight year olds running around the castle in the bodies of sixteen year olds. Pathetic. Pathetic like her.

She shouldn't be imagining such things. She shouldn't be so pathetic.

Was she sex starved?

I. Would the time of redemption hurt? C hou hours heal the damage? Possible, was it, even for it to prove wrong? Cries ringing of ecstasy?

II. How did their skin feel down there? Her friends had briefly mentioned it was smooth and velvety. Could they be lying? They had seemed rather earnest (Embarrassed yet satisfied, too). If she touched it, would it throb in her hand? Caress or squeeze? Would she dare be bold with her husband one day? Or would they simply take of their clothes and he would enter her sex? A few thrusts and he'd release his seed into her. Months later a baby popping out? That didn't sound very enticing. Dare she be bold enough? To commit such sins in the face of mere pleasure? Throw away her purity? Burden herself with shame?

It wasn't worth it. Turn around, Lily, turn around. You don't want to experiment with this.

What about your reputation, Lily? Slutty Lily?

I. Tip of the cocteritering the mouth, would uncertainty cage the desire? Lustful secrets should remain that way; none should know.

II. A small part of her none-the-less couldn't help imagine if things went differently. Why marry without knowing how the act would go? Sex. Why be a blushing bride? Why not shag someone's brains out? It was mutual utilization, pleasure for pleasure, pain for pain. Perhaps painful anticipation a trade for bloody tears. She was confused. Actions such as this, would they make her a whore? A slut? Lily didn't know, but she was uncertain. Frightened. And fear was priceless. Fear to overcome.

No one will find out.

Tracing her bottom lip with her tongue, she entered the Prefects' bathroom. Sisroisrobed and took off her socks and shoes. Moments later when nude she sat on the tiles adjacent to the bath. Her hands kept shaking slightly and her thighs trembled like flapping butterfly wings. And slowly�slowly, but surely�she spread apart her legs. A finger traced the curls, passing completely her navel. Goose bumps rose on her arms and tentatively she penetrated herself with one digit. Circling her inner self made her chest quake as she gave off a shaky, high-pitched�but weak�cry, a combination of both an "oh" and an "ah" as her lungs desperately inhaled.

Hoarse cries, frantic thrusts, and then the anticipated easing of tension. The young woman with red hair collapsed to the surface, appreciative of the stability of the solid, shining ground. Her heart kept beating erratically, now more than ever. Nowhere was the thought of sin. Just emboldened confidence.

Sin felt so good.

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Lured. The fragile and naive join together to form one entity. Neither they were. Wondering if they ever could stop, they began...

A raise of the eyebrows. "James."

A nod. "Sirius."

A cock of the head. "We sure seem to come to detention a lot, don't we?"

A shrug. "What can I say?"

A flashing smile. "Yes, what can you say?"

A detention. Another detention. Just another detention.

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Manifested. Pearls of sweat forming upon the upper lip, cascad for forbidden sensuality...

Lily traced the pattern in the fabric of the napkin while biting her lip. Why had they reacted in such a way? Maybe she should have kept it quiet, not mention her lustful desire. Her wonder. Maybe she shouldn't have mentioned her growing curiosity. They had choked on their mouthfuls of dessert thinking she was humoring them. Men and women had for centuries joined together for a mutual dance amongst the erotic clouds. Females bending over, each waiting for their lover to insert his manhood. Thrusts in a fit of orgy. A mouth sucking on the penis, the male kissing a woman's breasts, a trio engaging in a m�nage � trois...

Could she ever do something like that? Would she have the courage? Did she even deserve to be in Gryffindor? The way her anxiety was taking over it sure seemed like it.

Doubt was resurfacing. She had to go with it. Tonight.

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Tempted. Flurry of activity and groping, items cluttered to the ground serving as a reflecting plane of excited desperation...

I. Aggression.

James pushed Sirius backwards, whose knees bumped against the edge of the table. Objects spilled to the ground as James swept them with a wave of his arm. He threw away his shirt. Roughly grabbing Sirius by the collar, he slammed his back onto the cool surface and straddled his waist. His deft digits worked on unbuttoning the vertical row on his friend's shirt. He pushed off the shirt and forcefully increased the passion in their sharing of souls. One hand ran appreciatively back and forth over the muscles and flat belly. His left and other hand opened the belt and worked on taking off Sirius's pants.

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Emboldened. This time would be different. Different. Giving in, not resisting; yes, this night would be different...

A greeting. "Hello Michael."

A question. "Ready for the date, Lily?"

A bout of anxiety. "So, where are we going?"

A charming smile. "Oh, I thought that caf� would be nice."

A false reply. "Nothing would be better."

A date. Another date. Just another date.

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Drowned. Heady with pleasure, he shakily drew breath. Those lips were on him again, tasting. Tasting...

II. Stimulation.

Sirius moaned and succumbed to his partner's torture. He bunched his hands into James's rough hair as James kissed him on his inner thighs. Licking the balls and squeezing the sack, James went on. James kissed the base of the cock and leisurely ran his tongue up. It tasted salty. Spice of sweat and previous juices invaded his mouth. It was deliciously erotic. He lazily circled the shaft with his tongue. The torrid activity made Sirius beg. James merely smirked from his positions, his eyes taunting his partner who was heavily taking in gasps of air. Bored by it all, he finally took the penis into his mouth. Sirius arched his back enthusiastically.

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Anticipating. Silence reigned throne to the activity in the room. Nude. They were so very nude...

"Are you sure, Lily?" Michael asked, wishing like hell she was.

Lily smiled warmly. "Your so sweet."

His eyes devoured her clothes. He licked his lips. "If your not sure," he started.

"I'm very sure," she purred, leaning forward.

They started kissing.

She pushed him onto the sofa and climbed on top.

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Tensed. Build up of pressure, build up of stress, build up of nerves... No wonder why the end was so fluid...

III. Release.

When James applied pressure, sucking in, Sirius could stand no more. Fists pulled on the messy hair, strands slipped through his grasp and a few weakened ones journeyed with his hands. Sirius didn't know of these few strands, he was busy. Busy unable to tolerate not having his hands busy�with anything. He gripped the edges of the table. Busy. James was busy himself. Those knowing fingers rubbing the thighs, the balls, the pectorals... Knowing, oh so knowing. Like that tongue. Those lips. Those teeth making those sensual, small nips. And the mouth. Yes, that mouth.

James could feel Sirius's abdomen tense. Those stomach muscles harden, those thighs stiffen, and he could feel those subconscious sways stop. He knew if he were to look he'd see white knuckles painfully clamped down on some objects. He could hear Sirius take a deep breath in, to slow the inevitable. James didn't stall. He continued sucking, continued applying pressure, continued the pleasure. Faster, harder, harder, faster, and so it went. A hoarse shout and he felt the head of the penis get bigger. He felt the penis bulge slightly, heard the harsh intake�or was it an exhale?�of breath.

There was no question of what would happen.

In a moment. One moment. All would occur.

Blink of an eye. Death of cellular life. Avalanche of meteors from the sky. Comical. Almost.

A moment. One moment. And all would occur.

A moment.

One moment.

Release would occur.

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Fearful. Caresses exciting the flesh. Softly stroking the erection, squeezing it...

I. Circles, cycles, and the revolving planets.

II. Lily was terrified. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea..."

I. Action, recourse, and strife.

II. A shaking feminine figure was crouched over the torso of a masculine body. Auburn tresses draped across her shoulder, gentle currents washing down and over the slope of her right breast. Her ample bosom leaped with sequential puffs of life. Quivering thighs lay to the sides of his hips and his member prodded into her tender thigh. Frozen fingernails remained steady against his chest, her previously dominating hands now trembling.

"Relax Lily�"

"No!"

She gathered her clothes and ran. She didn't belong in Gryffindor. She couldn't do this.

Afraid, oh so afraid.

Cowardice.

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Secretive. Skeletons they held, wants they checked hidden, and the deception kept. Priceless...

Lily smiled thinly at them. "Potter. Black." It was almost a civil greeting�almost.

He curiously examined her flushed face, those vulnerable looking eyes, those chapped lips. s dis didn't know much, having been busy himself earlier, but�

"Didn't you have a date tonight Evans?" Sirius asked.

Her eyes widened almost imperceptibly. "D-date? Yes, well, that's none of your business now is it, Black?" How quickly she could regain composure.

James laughed out loud.

"Anything to say, Potter?" she asked tensely.

Tensely. Hmm... He smiled an almost cruel smile. "Not at all, Evans," he stated gallantly.

Each party had their alert eyes attempting to read the other's emotions. Neither succeeded.

"Well, I'm going to bed," Sirius yawned.

Falsely smiling Lily agreed that it was rather late.

He glanced at Sirius. "What do you think?"

"I don't know. Nor do I care," Sirius added. "Going to sleep?"

Yes, sleep. "Of course."

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Confiding. Once more the deeds occur, but not this time. No, no you don't. No. No. Oh. Oh. Please do...

"We have to stop seeing each other."

"Is it because of the other night? I mean, of course it is, a bloody fool could tell. But... I-I didn't... We didn't... It was your suggestion! You acted first!"

"I know. I'm sorry, Michael."

"Lily, please don't do this to me! Lily? Lily!"

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Final Act: The Release.

Cum splattered on the ground, dribbling down the chin, falling its gravitational spiral.

Lily stared in fascination as a half naked James Potter wiped his lips with the back of his hand. She had just accidentally walked into the room. The room where the two were serving detention. He took Black's shirt, wiped away the dribble on his chin, and tossed it to the floor, covering the various drops. She froze when that same fellow student turned his head in her direction.

Potter smirked. "Like what you see, Evans?"

Normally she would retort and smack that look off his face. That confidence. But she had just been caught as a voyeur watching them! She twisted her hands, chewing nervously on her lower lip, trying to imagine an excuse for this situation. Why she hadn't left minutes ago.

As if realizing the turn of her thoughts, Potter's unholy grin grew wider. "Would virginal Lily like some lessons?" Potter asked tauntingly.

"I don't need lessons!" she snapped. Something inside her made her relax all the while seeing red.

His mouth froze before a devilish glint passed in his eyes. "Really? Mind showing?" he asked. Casually. As if talking about a mere everyday spell.

Lily snarled, "I am not a whore!" Only the slightest hysterical note betrayed her.

"Prude," he mocked. "Looks like there's finally something perfect Prefect Lily knows not? What happened, the books didn't elaborate enough? Five and a half years at Hogwarts and still can't find diagrams, huh?"

In response to his remarks her cheeks flushed. Holding her head high, she walked over to Black and kissed him passionately, pushing him to his previous position�flat on his back. She disrobed purposefully, pretending her hormones weren't going haywire from having watched the two attractive wizards going at it. Pretending she was acting out of spite for James Potter. As she discarded her blouse, she couldn't help but get a pang of self consciousness. It only grew stronger as she dropped the skirt. And she knew he was watching. It made her shake.

Potter stepped forward, breathing in her ear. Smirking, he blew a mocking gust of air and nibbled her lobe. Tracing her ear with his tongue, slyly placing his palms on the sides of her abdomen. "You do know he is gay, don't you?" he asked with a strange tone.

Almost as if he was playing with her.

Eyes narrowing, she shrugged off his touches. As if they burned her. They did, only not in the sense of a regular fire. No, they burned her down there. She removed hra ara and panties and went to prove Potter wrong. To spite him once more. A strange sensation jetted past her ear, but she shook it off as fear. Fear gripping her heart, common sense making her hesitate.

"He really likes it when you touch him," Potter added helpfully, tone reeking full of amusement.

Uncertain, Lily touched him down there anyway. The fact that she was nude was something she tried to avoid. It ought to disgust her, but it didn't. She was oddly excited by the situation. Not that it was too much of a surprise. After all, they were handsome young men with defined bodies. Handsome young men practically nude�or rather one that was, the other on his way to being in such a state. She felt so wanton. And hot. Wet and hot at her crotch. But, wasn't this what she had gone out to do with Michael to begin with? To discover her own sexual nature? To experiment, to find out? To ease her own curiosity.

Black remained limp in her hands no matter how much she stroked him.

"Not very erect, is he?" Potter asked. He casually began to finger her. She tried to bring forth revulsion�verbalize something along the lines of her not being a play toy�but failed miserably. She wanted to be his play toy.

When he withdrew she barely stopped herself from protesting. She turned around and found a deliciously nude James Potter standing beside her, fully erect. She almost smiled when she noticed where his eyes kept dipping to, but he started forward and she was scared. And hopeful. Hopeful for something, but she didn't know what. When he grabbed her at the waist, she leaned into the touch. To her disappointment he turned her around and shockingly lowered himself behind her. His right arm drew her down to him, the other had its hand stroking Black's penis, and his head was cheek to cheek with her face.

What could only be his manhood prodded into her rear. She leaned back into it. It immediately pressed flush against her skin, the heat from the member scorched. Harsh breathing blew into her ear and shivers danced along her spine. Then he leaned, urging her forward, until she was inches away from Black's half arousal. Unable to act, she merely stared. Soft lips kissed her on the cheek. Wide-eyed, she turned her head into a kiss, unaware of her cheek grazing the tip of Sirius's penis. Her eyes fluttered closed as she enjoyed the kiss, reveling in the fin swe sweeping delicately through her curls.

James pulled back from the kiss and she opened her eyes to see him stretching his neck. He kissed the head of the penis. She felt his left hand leave her hair and grope her breast. Sensations spread to her groin and she rubbed her legs together, demanding friction, but followed his example none-the-less. Heart rate speeding, James groaned lightly from her unknowing effect and brought his right hand to cup her breast. Both hands kneading, working their magic as the couple licked the shaft of the cock. Tongues dueling each other around the pillar, lashing each other. Subconsciously they rocked together, James's erection grazing the area between her bottom, hands fondling her breasts, stomach...

Before long they could sense the tightening of Sirius's muscles. The heaviness of his breathing. Meanwhile staying ignorant of their own gasps. Ignorant of anything save Sirius. Only that cock upon which they lathered saliva. Savoring the taste of the other's saliva, savoring the presence of the other, savoring each other. They sucked on either side of the arousal, they intensely gazed in each other's eyes. And when Sirius came, both lapped at the fluids. They subconsciously moved away from the now limp penis. James ran his hands tenderly through her auburn strands, kissing her face all over, removing any trace of what had occurred.

Lily kissed him back. Their arms automatically locked around each other. They only broke apart for James to grab his wand and say some things�whatever they were�and then he pounced. She vaguely noticed how soft the ground the was. Within seconds they were rolling on the floor, battling for domination. He won and milked her with his tongue as she mewled like a kitten before demanding to be released. She was and she immediately surprised him by pinning him underneath her. She lowered herself on him, impaling herself. Only a sting of pain and discomfort penetrated her. It was not too bad.

There was little to no blood involved. He drove up a few times. Yet, it wasn't so bad. Not bad at all. Without knowing, she rocked her hips against him, changing the angle of entry. She loved the way his arousal stretched her inner being, as if driving her to soar. She could feel the strength in his arms, those powerful back muscles, and his buttocks. All beneath but driving into her, mending her and him as one. When he circled his pelvis they lost control. She clenched on him, calling out "James" as she flew. He said something, she didn't know what in the flurry of thrusts, but it didn't matter as he came into her and she slumped on top of his chest.

It didn't matter that they were just laying there on the floor. It didn't matter how they were embracing each other. It didn't matter that the other previous presence was no where to be found.

Only the lack of bloody tears and the pleasure. Pleasure for pleasure.

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Detrimental Secret.

"You know I wouldn't have minded shagging her."

"Would you have really?"

"I'm bisexual James, you know it. I have a reputation for pleasing the ladies, but you hexed me. Made me unable to perform regular sex. Don't know how you limited the type of sex, but I don't really care. You called out."

"Hmm?"

"You made a noise, James. You actually fucking said something for once when ejaculating. You said her name."

"Perhaps."

"Don't play innocent. Do you like her?"

"Evans? Maybe."

Sirius smirked, although the expression masked not all of the anxiety he hid. "So... Will I see you next weekend?"

"You see me everyday."

"James, don't. Just don't. Will you be there? For detention?"

"...Maybe."

"Evans only wants a shag, James. You deserve better."

"Ah, but, you see, even when horny she will at least stay faithful." James buttoned his shirt and checked his physical appearance. "Not that this meant anything. I just wanted a shag. Just another shag."

When James walked out of the room fully clothed, Sirius remained until long after curfew.

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