Triangle of Lust

“Like that, Black?” he growled as he thrust hard into his lover once more.

“Gods, yes,” Sirius hissed back through clenched teeth.

Hermione stood in the door, a moan caught in her throat as she watched the two men. Although it was never discussed, it was no secret that Remus and Sirius were, shall we say, more than friends. She had thought about the two of them together before, many times actually, and had often relieved herself while thinking about them. She had not, however, been witness to the aforementioned act, and was completely spellbound.

Two o'clock in the morning had found her still awake and quite thirsty. Making the trek down the steps, she heard a loud thumping and drew her wand. The closer she came to the kitchen, the louder the noises became. The door was wide open and she could hear the source long before she could see them. The normal, moral part of her told her to turn around and walk back up the steps; however, she hated that part of herself and silently crept closer to the kitchen. Staying to the shadows of the doorway she saw her fantasy come to life.

Remus and Sirius were in the kitchen, both half naked and covered in sweat. It looked, for all intents and purposes, that they were in a heated rush to get to each other and had failed to divest of their clothing. That must be why Sirius had his hands spread on the table, his shirt hanging from one arm and his pants around his ankles. Also, probably why Remus’ shirt looked as if it were ripped open, his pants at mid-thigh, and his hands on Sirius. Hermione could see the white’s of his knuckles as one hand gripped Sirius shoulder hard enough to leave bruises. The other hand was on his hips, aiding in the thrusts.

Hermione watched the two men, her own hands wandering down her shorts to cup her soaking heat. She could not recall being more turned on in her life as she watched Remus pound Sirius into the table, making the thumping noise she heard earlier. She saw Sirius lower his hand to his cock.

“I didn’t say you could come! Hands on the table, now!” Remus ordered.

“Dammit, Lupin. Let me…”

He was cut off by Remus grabbing his black hair and jerking his head back. “You come when I say you come and not before,” he growled into his lover's ear. “Is that understood?”

Remus had thrust hard into Sirius, making him gasp in pain and pleasure before answering, “okay, fuck.”


He moved his hand away from his own cock and put it back on the table. Remus released his hair, thrusting wildly into him again before saying, “very good, Black.”

Hermione rubbed her clit furiously as she inserted one more finger into her dripping cunt. She stifled yet another moan and watched the two men.

Remus had placed his hand at the base of Sirius’ cock, physically keeping him from coming until it was allowed. Sirius was moaning in ecstasy as his lover pounded into him yet again. “Remus, please,” he begged, thrusting his cock at Remus’ hand and hoping for any movement any possible release.

Slowly bending over to lick the sweat from his enthusiastic lover‘s back, Remus began stroking Sirius’ large cock, hard and fast, in time with his own thrusts. Sirius moaned louder and barely muffled his scream of “Gods YES!!” as he came on the kitchen table. Feeling the muscles tighten around his cock, Remus thrust twice more and muffled his own release by biting into Sirius’s shoulder. Hermione came hard, clenching her teeth to keep from screaming out as she watched them climax together.

They remained bent over for a moment, each trying to regain their breath. “Bloody incredible,” Sirius said at last.

“Glad I could be of service. Next time, don’t bait me like that, I hate thinking I may have hurt you,” Remus replied as he moved off Sirius and pulled up his pants.

Sirius pulled his own up, then took his wand from the table and cast the cleaning spells. “Did you ever think, Moony, that maybe that’s why I bait you?” he grinned.

Chuckling softly, Remus answered, “of course, otherwise I would leave you to your own devises.”

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Days later, Hermione and Remus were in the drawing room talking. Having the house to themselves, they had decided to take full advantage of it. No one knew of their lucid affair and they decided to keep it that way for the time being. They weren’t dating, only shagging, and neither wanted to have to explain that to anyone else in the house. Hermione was laying on the couch, a book before her as she moved her feet in the air. Her shorts were hugging her ass, but didn’t go down much further, and her shirt was still laying on the floor from earlier. Remus was only wearing his muggle jeans and was watching her closely. She absentmindedly chewed her lip, commenting from time to time on things she came across; pretending once more that she was not thinking about what she saw. It was all she could do that next morning at breakfast not to burst into laughter when Ginny sat down where Sirius had been the night before.

They had just finished with each other not even an hour ago and Remus found himself getting hard for her again. He walked to the couch and crouched down by her legs. Taking one ankle in his hand and stilling its’ motion, he began running his tongue up the length of her calf. He could tell she was trying to play ignorant, but her shifting was giving her away--she wanted him again, as well.

He licked behind her knee and up her thigh, slowly running his hand up the length of her other leg and under the hem of her shorts. His fingers easily found her wet cunt and he stroked them across her lips, kissing her lower back as she moaned softly and arched into him. Slowly he pulled his hand away and grabbed both her hips, flipping her body over easily and climbing on top of her. His tongue flicked out to lick her neck and her fingers wound into his hair as she arched her body into his. He moved to her breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth. The friction of his wet mouth on the lace covering her almost did her in and she pulled his head down further. Undoing the clasp of her bra, he took the other pert nipple into his mouth, making her moan in pleasure and wither underneath him as he rolled his tongue around it.

Slowly he moved down her body, trailing kisses in his wake and leaving her gasping for breath when he pulled her shorts down.

“Do you actually call these suitable?” he asked, groaning when he realized she hadn’t put her knickers back on from the last time he had her naked.

“For you, yes,” she answered, wrapping her legs around his and pulling him closer.

He deftly bent his head and licked up her folds. She gasped and moaned at the sudden contact, grabbing for his head or any other part she could reach as he licked her slowly. He quickly inserted one finger in her wet heat, before suckling her clit and making her pant for more. Adding one more finger, he felt her muscles start to contract and slowed his ministrations.

“Such a wanton little witch,” he reprimanded quietly. “I’m going to fuck you now.”

Her eyes flew to his and desire racked her body from the harsh words he'd never spoken to her before. Memories of what she had seen with Sirius flooded through her mind and, with one more swipe of his tongue to her clit, she came undone beneath him.

As her body started contracting and she started screaming, Remus moved his hands to the arm of the couch and thrust his cock hard into her pussy several times. A second orgasm followed right after the first and she screamed. “Remus YES!! MORE PLEASE!!!!!”

He laughed at her before saying, “you’ll get what I give you, when I give it. Now be a good little slut and I’ll give you my cock,” he said, thrusting into her again. “Misbehave,” he added, “and you’ll get punished.”

She had no idea what kind of punishment he had in mind for her, but was no more able to control her actions than she could control the weather. She bucked wildly into him, moaning loudly when his balls slapped against her. She wanted him harder and faster. Her feet dug into his ass and she pulled him roughly to her. Suddenly, he stopped moving and looked at her like never before, his eyes sparking amber and his face stern.

“I said to behave,” he snarled, before withdrawing from her completely. “Turn over now, witch,” he commanded.

Hermione was so turned on she didn’t even think about being frightened. She took in his eyes for a moment, noting the amber flakes that weren’t usually there, before nodding her head slowly and turning over. He came to stand in front of her and grabbed her hair, yanking her mouth to his cock, covered in her fluids.

“Suck it clean,” he snarled. “Suck every drop of you off me.”

She looked up at him questioningly, as he’d never asked her to do this before, and then looked back at his gorgeous erection. Apparently she wasn’t quick enough in her actions, because he thrust himself past her slightly parted lips and into her mouth. She immediately did as she was told, her clit aching for release, but her body screaming to be controlled. Stroking him with one hand, she licked him clean with her tongue. He thrust wildly into her mouth and she moaned at the evasion, sending vibrations through his body and making him thrust harder.

Her own body was screaming for release so loud she could no longer ignore it. She snaked her hand down between her legs and started flicking her clit. Remus jerked her head back by the hair and growled at her. “You’ll come when I say and not before, is that understood?”

Again, memories of that night flew around her head and she felt her own juices flowing down her thighs. She nodded her head and brought her hands back to his weeping cock. Flicking her tongue over him, she hungrily lapped up the beads of fluid.

“Do you want me in you?” he asked, his voice rougher than she’d ever heard it, but his cock thrusting back in her mouth, rendering her speechless. “Do you want me to fuck that tight cunt until you scream? Is that what you want, my little whore? You want my cock in you, don’t you?”

She moaned in response, holding her legs tightly together and all but begging for her own release as he pulled his cock from her mouth. He had never spoken to her like this before and it was making her wetting than ever. His harsh words and rough voice had her body aching for more of anything he would give her.

“Please, Remus, please give it to me,” she begged.

Walking behind her once more, he sharply smacked her ass, making her squeal in pleasure, before settling himself at her entrance and thrusting into her once more. He began pounding into her mercilessly, his moans matching hers in intensity as his climax neared.

“I saw you…watching Sirius…do you want to…fuck him as well?” he asked in a heated voice as he thrust into her.

“What?” she asked, barely able to comprehend who she was, let alone what he was saying.

“Do you want to fuck…my…best…friend?” he asked again, punctuating each word with a rough thrust, before reaching around and flicking his finger over her clit. "Come for me, my wanton witch."

Her orgasm hit her so hard she saw stars before her eyes and she screamed “YES!!!” in both answer to his question and to her orgasm.

“Little…slut!“ He pumped furiously into her until he exploded with a mangled scream of his own.

They collapsed on the couch in a tangled mess of sweaty limbs, both gasping for air.

“Remus,” she began, still in a state of shock.

“Well, I suppose I should apologize, but you did seem to like it,” he chuckled uncertainly.

“Remus, that was amazing!”

He grinned at her mischievously before saying, “I dare you.”

“Dare me to what?”

“Seduce Sirius.”

“WHAT?! But I thought…aren’t you…isn't he...wait…what?”

“I only fuck Sirius, and he only fucks me,” he explained. “It’s just something we’ve always done, but otherwise, we do prefer witches. But I want to watch.” He rolled over to his side to watch her face and was not disappointed.

Anger shown clearly through her shock. “It’s one thing to call me a whore when we’re shagging, but quite another altogether to assume that’s what I am.”

“I don’t think you’re a whore, Hermione, but I know you want him. I’m a bit jealous, I’ll admit, but,” he paused, “I want to watch.”

She looked at him again, seeing he was serious and this wasn’t a joke or something cruel. The thought of her with his best friend turned him on.

“Well, we’ll need a plan, now won’t we?” she asked sweetly.