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Why Bill Weasley Started Learning Muggle Card Games ...

Remus rolled forward and began to suckle at Snape’s neck. Tonks’ hands continued to perform wandless magic, brushing up and down Snape’s shaft.

“Tonks?” Sirius asked as he shifted out from under the pile.

“Hmmm?” she didn’t bother to form words as she continued kissing the middle of Snape’s chest.

“Switch with me?”

Stunned, she jerked her head up to stare full on at her cousin, her fingers falling still. Remus moaned and reached over Severus’ hip to add his hand to her smaller one.

“S’my fault,” slurred Sirius. “Should put t’right.”

Tonks glanced first at Remus, whose soft eyes held hers in a meaningful gaze over Snape’s shoulder. She then cupped Snape’s face in the hands. He wrenched his eyes open to answer her question with a tiny nod and a blink of his obsidian eyes.

The dog pile shifted. Remus pulled Snape up the bed, until he could rest his back against the head board while cradling Snape to his chest, between his legs. Tonks marveled at the beauty Snape had been hiding under his robes until Sirius brushed past her and settled his long limbs between Snape’s legs.

Tonks had to crawl on to the side of the bed, resting her head on Remus’ shoulder to watch as Sirius began to tongue Snape’s erection. Still rigid, his hands balled into tight fists and toes clenched, Snape groaned through his painfully clenched teeth. His fingers relaxed a tiny bit. Tonks leaned over and began to lip his nipple while her free hand snaked into Sirius’ hair, tangling in his slightly curly locks.

“Sirius, that is so, so, … hot,” Remus finally sputtered. Sirius grinned up at his friend then made eye contact with his former enemy. Still smiling, he licked his lips, parted them, and sucked down Snape’s erection in one motion.

“Very hot,” agreed Tonks.

Remus massaged Snape’s arm with one hand while he rested his chin on Snape’s shoulder to watch Sirius work. Quite quickly, Sirius progressed to swallowing convulsively and Snape’s muscle tension took on a different quality. As Black pulled off his waning erection, Snape relaxed completely from head to toe, eyelids closing and a soft sigh escaping from no-longer clenched teeth.

“I believe we have found an effective counter to the Cruciatus,” Tonks whispered.

“Indeed,” Snape whispered with a satisfied sigh.

“Lupin?”

“Yes, Tonks?”

“I’m feeling quite tense. Care to help?” she asked coyly.

“Anything for you, my dear,” Lupin replied as he slid out from behind Snape.

“Here?” sputtered Sirius in amazement.

“Do you have a problem with that?” Tonks demanded to know.

“Uh … no … I can watch, right?”

“Sure thing!” she answered brightly. “Feel free to take matters into your own hands as well,” she added eying his swollen, purple-headed member significantly.

~*~

Bill raised his hand to rap on the door. He heard the creaking of bed springs and curiosity drove him to press his earring-bedecked ear against the wood.

“Next time, just use my phone to call me for a little fun, boys.”

He heard Tonks’ voice just before she pulled the door open. Rapidly leaping out of the way, he attempted to pretend he was just approaching when he glimpsed inside the room to where three rumpled
men were lying haphazardly across the bed, obviously naked, with a nearly empty bottle of absinthe sitting on the floor.

“Hell, call me anytime,” he gasped throatily.

“Did you hear that, boys?” Tonks called back over her shoulder. “Bill wants to play next time.” She giggled. Remus groaned. Sirius guffawed. Snape groaned. Hiding her surprise, Tonks glanced at the deck of cards that mysteriously appeared in her hand.

Remus bellowed from somewhere under the duvet, “Dress warm, Bill. She’s a killer hand a strip poker.”

Sirius snorted, then began to laugh uproariously. “Strip and poke her,” he whispered between hiccupping breaths.

“Shut it, cur. You’re making my headache worse,” Snape grumbled, pulling all of the blankets over himself, leaving both Lupin and Black to scramble for alternative coverage.

“Strip poker?” Bill asked incredulously, alternating between staring at the cards in Tonks’ hand and the three naked men on the bed.

“No worries, mate,” Tonks reassured him as she pressed the deck into his hand. “I left ‘em their clothes in that big pile over there.” She pointed at the mound of mixed wardrobe sitting next to the small table.

“Okay …” Bill’s voice trailed off dubiously as Tonks flounced past him.

“Weasley! Close the door! It’s cold in here,” snarled Snape as he pulled the blankets over his head, disappearing completely from sight.

“Uh … okay … yeah.”