Triangle of Lust

LUPINSWOLFIE HAS ACTUALLY TAKEN OVER THIS STORY FOR ME---I'LL STILL BE POSTING IT, BUT PLEASE REVIEW FOR HER AND TELL HER WHAT YOU THINK.


The next morning, Sirius walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Oh, how he’d come to love this kitchen! There was something about a room that was used for sex almost as much as a bedroom, that just made him all the more affectionate towards it. He grinned to himself when he saw his sexy witch fixing breakfast and, most importantly, brewing his much needed coffee. Walking up behind her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck tenderly.

“Good morning, my love,” she said softly.

Sirius tensed, his breath hissing between clenched teeth as he replied, “one would think that as much time as we’ve spent together, you’d know the difference between Remus and myself.”

He quickly let go of her and stalked to the table, his own anger and hurt surrounding his body and tightening his chest.

“Sirius?” she asked softly, hurt and confusion showing on the face he loved so much, “I’m sorry I called you that, please don’t be angry.”

“Sirius is angry?” Remus asked groggily from the doorway. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” he mumbled, looking down at the table as though it were the most interesting thing he‘d ever seen.

Remus assessed the situation and realized the witch he was in love with seemed very upset. “What did you do, Sirius?” he growled.

Sirius stood quickly, shoving the table away in the process. “I didn’t do a damn thing!”

Hermione was still standing in shock, completely unaware that pain and heartache was bringing about Sirius’ anger. “Sirius, if something’s bothering you…”

“Nothing is bothering me. Just leave it!” he shouted causing tears to spring to Hermione‘s eyes. How was he supposed to tell them what he felt, what he’d seen only days before? That would go over really well he was sure.

“Remus, do you have any idea how much I love you?”

“I think so, but feel free to tell me anytime.”

“I believe I will, you git. What about Sirius?”

“What about him? Oh,” he replied as realization dawned on him and Sirius stopped in the doorway to listen.

Both of his lovers, it appeared, had just finished making love alone. Not that he was upset, as all three were very sexual beings, but it had only been him and Hermione alone that one night and she‘d shown no further interest in a repeat performance.

“Well,” Remus continued, “it’s a bit obvious those feelings are one sided. I just don’t know how to tell him or even if I should. He’ll be so angry with me.”

“I don’t think he will, love. But I think you should tell him, I think we both should.”

“Perhaps, but it’s not what he wants to hear so maybe we can wait a bit to talk about it.”

“Whatever you say.”

Sirius didn’t listen to the rest of the conversation. He slowly walked down the hall, down the steps, and out of the house, leaving pieces of his broken heart along the way and cursing himself for ever falling in love in the first place, not with just one person either! No, leave it to him to have his heart broken by two people at the same time. He drank the night away at several bars before crashing on the couch, leaving the two lovebirds alone in his own bedroom upstairs.

“Sirius,” Remus said authoritatively, “sit down.”

Sitting down, Sirius unconsciously started rubbing the tingling sensation that had started on his shoulder, before glaring at Remus heatedly.

“Now, what happened?”

“Nothing happened, Moony! It was just a misunderstanding, I guess. Hermione thought I was you and I got a bit ill with her.”

“I…I knew it was you, Sirius.”

“You did?” he asked, brow furrowed in confusion and disbelief before assuming that the name was just a pet name and his own desires were making him read too much into the situation.

“Of course. So, why did you get so angry with me?” Breakfast completely forgotten, Hermione walked to stand beside Remus, looking down at Sirius with concern as his head fell to the table and he groaned.

“Sirius, tell me,” Remus said softly.

Rubbing his shoulder again, Sirius looked back up at the two and shook his head.

“Now!” Remus ordered, causing Sirius to furiously rub his shoulder and glare in Remus’ direction again.

When Sirius realized what Remus was doing, he sprung to his feet once more, both hands on the table.

“I don’t bloody know, Moony, now cut it out,” he said coldly.

“Then tell me the truth.”

“What? You want the truth? You want to know how it makes me feel to watch you two together? To know that she loves you and you love her and I’m just the one that invited himself into the party? Is that what you’re asking, Moony? Or perhaps you’d like to spell it out for me. I heard you two talking the other night, I know how you feel, or rather, how you don‘t feel,” he said angrily as his eyes blazed with fury and shone brightly, while understanding crossed the werewolf’s face.

“I’m sorry you heard that, Sirius. It’s just that…”

“I know what it is, Remus. I know how you feel about each other and I’m fine with that,” he sighed, dropping back down into the chair in defeat. “I’m fine with the feelings being one-sided.”

“So, why are you mad at us for falling in love with you as well as each other?” Hermione asked, more confused than ever. “I thought you said you loved me.”

“I do love you,” he said softly, “that’s the problem. I love you, but you don‘t…wait, did you just say…”

“Ah, I see. This is what your night on the couch was about.” Remus said, a wicked grin breaking out on his face. “You thought that, never mind. Sirius, you really are a daft mutt. I was telling Hermione that my feelings for you were one-sided. That I’d been in love with you for years, decades actually, but thought you’d be angry if you found out.”

“Really?” he asked innocently as his eyes shimmered.

“Yes, really.”

“Merlin,” Hermione breathed, “you would think ‘I love yous’ would be much easier to get out between the three of us. Sirius, I do love you, and I love Remus as well. Both of you are my perfect wizards and I want to keep you both as long as you’ll let me.”

Sirius jumped up once again, taking Hermione in his arms and spinning her in circles as they all laughed merrily. He dropped her gently to her feet before Remus grabbed his face in his hands and kissed him passionately.

“Let’s eat now and then I believe Sirius needs to be punished for upsetting our witch.”

Hermione smiled broadly. “Oh yes, I do believe he does.”

“He does? No, I don’t think he does,” Sirius cried indignantly. “Unless he’ll like it, of course, and then feel free.”

“Oh, I don’t know if you will, but I’m sure Hermione will.”

~ ~***~ ~

Sirius was slowly led up the stairs and back into his bedroom. It was more than obvious that Remus was going to call the shots, which was rather new to Hermione, and all three were turned on beyond belief.

“Sirius, take her clothes off, but keep your hands and mouth away,” Remus instructed.

With slow and deliberate moves, Sirius managed to divest Hermione of her clothes entirely. Not once did he allow his fingers to stray to her skin, and, although he kept his mouth close enough that she could feel his breath, he never touched her with his lips. Before he was finished, she was a quivering mess and he was rock hard.

“Now, take off your own clothes quickly.”

Again he did as ordered. His clothes were thrown haphazardly around with her own and he stood before them in all his naked glory. Remus brought an armchair closer to the bed and took his seat.

“Lie on the bed, Hermione,” he said softly and she immediately complied.

“Touch her neck with both your hands. Yes, now, gently stroke down between her gorgeous tits and caress her stomach the way she likes. That‘s it.”

Hermione moaned and arched into him as he skimmed between her breasts. She wanted him so bad and the teasing was already driving her insane with desire. The way Remus was commanding Sirius and talking about her like an object was doing wicked things to her that she never thought possible. ‘So much for equality,’ she chuckled to herself.

“Yes, just like that. Listen to her, Sirius, do you hear her moaning? Can you smell her arousal?”

“Yes,” Sirius replied without taking his eyes off his witch.

“Go back up and graze her nipples with your thumb. She likes that. Yes, just like that. Watch her arch into your touch. She begs you with her eyes, doesn’t she? Our beautiful witch. Now you can spread her legs and move between them. There’s no where better to be, is there Padfoot? No where better than between our witch’s legs.”

“No where better,” Sirius grinned.

“Taste her, Sirius. Taste her desire and make her come.”

Sirius’ grin widened as he lowered his mouth to her sculpted brown curls and slowly licked his way to her clit. He flicked his tongue out and she gasped as she bucked up into him. He could hear Remus’ chuckles and slowly slid two fingers in her waiting heat as he lapped eagerly at her juices.

“How does she taste?”

“Sinful,” Sirius murmured, continuing his ministrations as Hermione wiggled beneath him.

“Gods, yes! Please!” she screamed when he thrust his fingers in her wet pussy over and over, his tongue never leaving her clit.

“Come for me, love,” Remus ordered softly. “Let him taste you as you flood his mouth.”

Hermione wound her fingers tighter in Sirius’ hair and bucked her hips wildly. Within seconds of Remus’ command, she came undone. Her juices flowing freely from her body as Sirius lapped her pussy with abandon.

“He’s good, isn’t he?”

A strangled moan was his only response from the sated witch. Sirius looked at Remus, a smug grin firmly in place, and waited for his next command.

“Oh, don’t get too cocky,” Remus said, grinning as his eyes traveled to Sirius’ hard cock, “you’ll recognize your punishment soon enough. You have to pay the price for hurting our love’s feelings.”

Sirius gave his best pouty, puppy-dog face and whined, “but what about me? She hurt my feelings too.”

“Did not!” Hermione said.

“I’ve taken that into account as well. She’ll get a punishment, of sorts, but she’ll beg for her punishment before I’m through.”

They both looked at him with confusion, but he simply smiled before saying, “take that amazing cock of yours and slide it slowly into her wet cunt. Yes, you both like that don’t you? Slowly fuck her, but stay on your knees.”

Sirius did as directed and Hermione moaned before him. She was beautiful; her face flushed with desire and her eyelids heavy. A very fine sheen covered her body as he slowly rocked his hips and thrust inside of her. He began speeding up and could feel his body responding quicker than usual. Gods he wanted her, wanted to take her all night, but he felt like a teenager ready to explode as he thrust quicker and quicker into her tight pussy.

“Please, Sirius! Please make me come!”

“Fuck, yes!” he groaned, pushing harder against her as he felt his balls tighten.

Suddenly a foreign, almost painful feeling wrapped around his cock and he stopped all movements. “What the hell?” he asked, looking at the black band at the base of his throbbing erection.

“That, love, is your punishment,” Remus replied, placing his wand back on the table beside him as the two lovers looked at him confused. “You’ll fuck her, repeatedly, but until I allow it, you won’t be able to come. You’ll feel it, you’ll need it, hell you’ll even burn for it, but it just won’t happen.”

His calm, authoritative voice was washing over them both as they took in the implications of what he was saying. For Hermione, this was a dream come to life. They were going to have sex constantly, and she saw nothing wrong with that. Sirius, however, was still slightly confused and wasn’t too sure about not being able to perform to completion.

“You’re going to make her come no less than four times before we’re finished here. You’ve already completed the first one, but you still have three to go. Do you think you can handle that?”

Sirius grinned wickedly down at Hermione, thrusting his hips again slightly, he said, “Oh, I can handle that. I can make my witch come,” he said seductively, lowering his head to her breast and gently suckling her nipple into his mouth, “over…and over…and over again.”

“Our witch and I’m glad to hear it,” Remus grinned, “now get started. You two fuck any way you like, while I watch. She’s already begged for it, now give it to her!”

Sirius finished what they’d started. He was back on his knees, watching her pinch her nipples as he pounded into her tight pussy. She was glorious and, so far, this wasn’t that bad. He flicked her clit with his thumb and before long, she screamed his name and her muscles tightened around his cock.

“Beautiful,” Remus sighed, “but you’re making this entirely too easy on him, my little witch.”

She breathed deeply, trying to get herself under control as Sirius continued pushing inside of her. “I can’t help it,” she panted, “he just…he’s just so…gods, Sirius, don’t stop!”

But he did. He stopped his motions and pulled out of her completely. When she whimpered at the loss, he grinned mischievously down at her before grabbing her hips and tossing her onto her stomach. With savage longing, he entered her hard and deep as he pulled her hips up slightly and held her in place.

“Fuck!” he said between clenched teeth. “Oh fuck!” The new position was one of his favorites. He loved having her on her knees before him, loved holding her hips and pulling her back to meet his hard cock as he drove it deep inside her cunt. Most of all, he loved when the urge hit and he twisted his hands in her untamed hair and pulled back harshly.

Hermione grimaced in pain when Sirius yanked her head back, but quickly whimpered and begged for more of his delicious dick as he pounded inside of her. She liked him rough and abandoned. Like Remus, she knew he wouldn’t hurt her and so she trusted him to do his will with her body. Having already reached her orgasm twice in quick succession, she was feeling all of her nerve endings tighten beyond her control and found herself wanting more. It was almost as if the demand to come repeatedly made her give in that much quicker. He pulled her head back further and whispered into her ear.

“Like that, witch? Like when I pull your hair and pound your pussy?”

“Fuck! Yes!” she screamed as her eyes locked with Remus’. She let them travel the length of his now naked body, but stopped when she saw his hand stroking his amazing cock.

“She likes that, Sirius. Our slutty little witch likes when you talk dirty to her. Give her more, make her come,” he ordered as he watched her face and felt his cock jump again in his hand. If he didn’t come soon, he’d feel like the one that was being punished.

“I know she likes it,” he growled in her ear, talking to Remus as though he were talking to her. “She likes when we take control of her body. When we take what we want from her without asking.” He trust roughly into her, getting harder and harder with every thrust as he continued to talk to her. “You like to be fucked, don’t you, Pet? Fuck, I feel how tight you are, how much you want me to make you come again.”

“Touch yourself, love. Come again for our bad Sirius while he fucks you hard.”

That was all she needed. Her hand had barely slipped over her aching clit before she exploded once more. Stars sprang in front of her eyes and she screamed Remus’ name as Sirius pulled harder on her hair and bit gently on her earlobe.

When her body had stopped shaking to such a degree that she could concentrate, Sirius pulled out of her. Without warning, he flung himself down on his back and pulled her over to him. Her sweat-coated body slipping against his own as he tried desperately to breath.

“That looks painful,” Hermione said when she glanced down at his proud erection.

“Exhausting, more like,” he answered.

“I don’t believe I said you could take a break, Padfoot. We’re not here for your pleasure, we’re here for Hermione’s. Fuck him, Hermione.”

Throwing a sultry look at Remus, Hermione grinned and straddled Sirius’ legs. Slowly, teasingly, she slipped down on his cock and rocked her hips back and forth. He growled low in his throat, bringing his hands to her breasts and cupping them gently as she lay her head back and relished the feeling of his hands. Before long, they were sliding languidly all over her body and she could already feel the familiar tingling sensations shooting through her.

“At this rate,” said a very smug Remus, “we’ll be here all night.”

“I’ll pass out before then,” Sirius said seriously.

Remus slowly rose from the chair and crawled onto the bed, both watching as he stalked in their direction. Sirius almost looked relieved until Remus spoke. “Oh no, it’s your job to make her come. I’m just here to punish you more, make you remember who you belong to when you feel as though your cock is going to explode with just a touch.”

That said, he captured Hermione’s lips with his own and kissed her passionately. Sirius moaned from the bed when her body moved in reaction to the kiss, pulling him deeper and deeper inside of her as she quickened her pace. Without haste, Remus let go of her lips and ran his hand lovingly down her arm. Moving slowly up Sirius’ body, he bent over and took a salty nipple between his teeth, making Sirius jump and squirm beneath him. A series of explitives escaped his lips when Hermione pounded herself even faster on his throbbing, aching cock.

“Remus! Fuck!”

“Can you feel it now? Can you feel your punishment? Does your prick long for release, ache with the need to come?”

“Gods!” Sirius screamed as he threw his head from side to side and clutched the sheets. His hips moved in time with Hermione’s of their own accord, he no longer had control of his body. He could feel her slippery muscles every time he pistoned inside of her, could feel the slick heat that begged for his come, and felt the painful need to give it to her.

Hermione watched in awe as Sirius lost control. She’d never seen him like this before and she felt…powerful.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? Watching him like this,” Remus purred from beside Sirius’ head. “He’s lost total control, given it all up to us. You like that, don’t you?”

She moaned low in her throat as her nails scraped Sirius’ bare chest and she started to feel her own need matching his. “Come for me, Pet. Suck Sirius’ cock inside your magnificent pussy until he screams your name.”

Riding Sirius faster, she bent over slightly and licked his slick nipple, moaning as the taste of his salty sweat met her tongue. The new angle giving her even more pleasure as she took him deeper still inside of her and felt her body start to convulse.

“Oh yea, come for me, baby, come for me,” Remus chanted, sending her senses into a tailspin and making her clamp hard on her lover’s engorged dick.

“Fuck! HERMIONE!” Sirius screamed.

Remus leaned behind himself and brought his wand from the table. Flicking it towards their joined bodies, he removed the cock ring and Sirius screamed once more, leaving Hermione’s shouts to follow.

“FUCKING HELL!” he screamed before finally releasing himself inside of her shuddering body and barely registering Remus‘ come splashing against his chest.

She collapsed on top of him and he slowly brought his arms around her body, both trying desperately to breath again. After several shaky moments, Sirius turned his head to look questioningly at a grinning Remus.

“Hermione, love, you still with us?” Remus asked tenderly.

“Mmm hmmm,” was her only muffled replied as they both laughed at her semi-conscious state.

“Lesson learned, I think. If our relationship is going to work, as unconventional as it may be, then we need to be completely honest with each other.”

“Remus,” Sirius murmured.

“Yes, love?”

“Cast a cleaning spell and shut the bloody hell up.”

Remus and Hermione both chuckled before he did what was asked and climbed in bed with them. This time, Hermione gently rolled off of Sirius, placing him firmly between Remus and herself.

“We love you, Sirius. Never doubt that again.”

He grinned sheepishly before replying, “I love you, too. Both of you.”

Chapter End Notes:
So, I've just taken over this story and this is my first chapter. PLEASE tell me what you think. Since this is a new story for me, I only have a few ideas already laid out and I'd love to hear your thoughts/ideas/opinions...not to mention reviews give me orgasms! LOL!