Round One

A/N: The title is Chapter Three, because I take it in turns with another writer. She has written chapter two but only posts on LJ. If you have an LJ account and wish to read her cross_gen fic, let me know in comments, although there is absolutely no plot to speak of in these fics, lol, it is pure PWP. Enjoy!

Round Three

“Really Severus, I have a meeting in half an hour with the Minister, and Draco isn’t even dressed yet.”

Severus knelt in front of the fireplace, blocking Lucius’ view of his quarters. Glancing over his shoulder, he smirked at Harry then returned his attention to the flames.

“Something...came up, Lucius. But far be it for me to keep you from your business. Harry and I are quite capable of dealing with the situation together.”

Silent for only a moment, Lucius sounded breathy when he next spoke.

“Draco and I will be right there.”

Severus returned to the sofa and took the drink Harry offered him.

“Do you think Scorpius’ wrists are too tightly bound? I don’t want to cut off his circulation.”

Severus inclined his head slightly in consideration, “They both appear to be perfectly comfortable. Master Malfoy certainly seems to have no circulation issues in other areas.”

Harry smiled and swirled the brandy in his glass, but the only thing he drank in was the mouth-watering sight of Al and Scorpius trussed and suspended from two metal rings in the ceiling, the restraints flexible enough to allow their bare feet contact with the flagstones but taut enough that moving more than a step in any direction would be impossible.

Al moaned softly as Scorpius cursed and tried to twist in his bindings. It was torture, being able to feel the waves of heat coming off his friend’s body, but not being close enough to rub their cocks together.

They’d both been given detention; Al in Potions and Scorpius in Defence, and neither had had any idea that when they walked into Severus’ office, both Professors would be lying in wait. It had all happened so quickly. Harry’s wand had stripped, bound and blindfolded Scorpius, levitating his naked body before he fell over in shock. Severus had taken great pleasure in doing the same to Al. Minutes later, both boys were achingly hard and dangling like puppets.

“Please, sir!” Albus cried out suddenly when Scorpius managed to brush his hip with the tip of his cock, leaving a smear of shiny liquid.

“Something the matter, Potter?” Severus drawled, amused by the hungry glint in Harry’s eye at his son’s desperate plea, “How can I help you if you do not tell me what you require?”

Scorpius drowned out Al’s request with a needy shout of his own, “How much longer are you going to keep us waiting? Oh Gods, Al, can’t you at least try and get closer?”
“I am trying,” Al hissed back, canting his hips fruitlessly in the direction of Scorpius’ voice.

Harry and Severus chuckled at the erotic image the two boys made, their perfect red cocks straining against their stomachs as they attempted to step towards each other, never managing more than a light brush of skin on skin.

Severus continued to sip his brandy and appraise the solid form of Al. The boy had such an exquisitely toned abdomen, tanned golden and slicked with perspiration. A proper little Adonis, and in Severus’ opinion, quite perfect.

Harry was busy admiring Scorpius, the rosy blush painting his pale skinned frame, tall and coltish just like Draco had been at that age. Harry particularly loved the way Scorpius’ hair swung wildly around his shoulders as he edged determinedly towards Al.
Harry almost sighed in relief when the Floo flamed green; he’d been half-hard ever since breakfast, when Severus had murmured in his ear at the staff table, suggesting he might like to give Scorpius detention in class today. Harry hadn’t bothered to say anything, just nodded and felt his prick twitch in anticipation.

“Oh my,” Lucius purred, stepping out of the fireplace and immediately moving to stand in front of Scorpius, running the heavy cane up the inside of the boy’s thighs.

“Yes! Touch me!” Scorpius begged and jerked his hips forward, hoping his grandfather would give in to him as he so often did.

“Quiet!” Severus barked, “they are serving detention and should not be given relief until we are all ready to enjoy it.”

“Really?” Lucius exclaimed, sliding the serpent’s head out from under Scorpius’ balls and tucking the cane back under his arm, “I must confess to questioning just how effective a deterrent this form of punishment will be, Severus. What, precisely, did my grandson do to warrant a detention?”

Harry swallowed the last of his brandy and was about to offer an explanation when Draco Flooed in.

“What, Potter, is so urgent that I had to be-Merlin!”

Harry was gratified to see a bulge taking shape in Draco’s light cotton trousers as he stared at the two boys, both shivering with a combination of embarrassment and arousal.

“Hello, Draco.” Harry stepped forward and pulled the blond into a long kiss before releasing him. “Scorpius forgot to hand in his homework, again, and Al...I’m not sure what Al did wrong. Severus?”

Severus stiffened slightly, “He...coughed.”

Lucius dragged his eyes away and turned to stare incredulously at the Potions Master, “he coughed? Is that the best you could do for a detention?”

“It was an impertinent cough.”

Draco laughed and began to unbutton his shirt, “Well, shall we give them the opportunity to redeem themselves?”

Harry hastened to attend his own clothing, “Oh yes. Would you like to play a game, boys?”
Al and Scorpius nodded fervently.

Lucius chuckled, “Surely you wish to know what the game is before agreeing? It might be something ghastly.”

“I don’t care, I want to play,” Scorpius all but shouted and Al just agreed with him by making an incoherent noise and leaking more fluid onto his stomach. Several parts of Severus twitched at the sight.

“This game,” Harry said, “is called ‘Who’s There?’ and the object, is to guess which one of us is touching you. Guess correctly, and Professor Snape will award twenty points to your house. Guess incorrectly...and, well... I’d try not to, if I were you. Ready?”

Al whimpered as a finger trailed down his chest and tangled in his public hair, unable to stop himself jerking forward. The deeply amused chuckle sounded like Severus, but he couldn’t be sure. Biting his lip, Al waited until the finger gently traced the underside of his cock. He couldn’t think properly in such a heightened state of arousal and Scorpius beside him, already panting with desire, made it even worse.

The finger suddenly left him and Al begged whoever it was to come back, but then there were two fingers, one massaging the small of his back, and the other rubbing his balls. The fingertip playing with his sac was extremely soft, not callused like the first one had been, the one now firmly probing his crack and searching out his entrance.

Scorpius tried to guess, he really did, but there were tiny kisses being pressed the length of his cock, and a slippery tongue lapping the slit, and if that wasn’t enough to drive him crazy, his arse cheeks were being kneaded apart, and none to gently either. Scorpius decided to wait and see what Al guessed first, because if Al was right, his could make his own guess based on that.

Severus was intent on not giving his identity away too early, but the expanse of Al’ neck was too delicious to deny himself, and he bit firmly into the flesh, then sucked the blood to the skin, a beautiful mark to match the one he’d left last time. Al squealed and threw his head to the side, begging for more, thrusting his arse back against the teasing finger circling his hole and forwards to screw his cock through the tight palm gripping his shaft.

Scorpius was sure he no longer needed to wait for Al; Harry was sucking him off, he just knew it. Harry liked to take his time with blowjobs, and Scorpius loved feeling his prick slide down Harry’s throat. He daydreamed about it in class and sometimes Professor Potter would catch him staring, his green eyes flashing with the secretly shared knowledge but still Scorpius would look away and blush. He thought he might be blushing now, because it was ridiculously hot, considering they were in the dungeons and he was completely naked.

“I think...I think...Oh Gods,” Scorpius cried out, as two slick fingers pushed into him and began to stretch him out. Whoever it was sucking his cock, worked harder, their tongue playing with his foreskin, then teeth lightly dragging over the ridges on his shaft.

Al tried to ignore Scorpius’ plaintive mewling and concentrate on meeting the thrust of the fingers in his arse, his attempts at developing a rhythm of being filled and being wanked surprisingly co-ordinated.

“Such a clever boy,” Severus whispered in his ear.

“Severus!” Lucius admonished, from his position behind Scorpius, cock slicked and nudging the boy’s hole, “you are inciting the boy to cheat!”

Harry groaned around Scorpius’ dripping wet prick and pulled off with a loud slurp.
“Right, everyone will have to change positions, Severus cheated.”

Draco huffed against Al’s thigh and stood up. Both boys whined pitifully as all sensation left them.

Through his disappointment, Al listened to the shuffling of footsteps, moving away and coming closer, trying to work out where each was going.

Cooler hands now, on Scorpius’ arse, bony fingers he was sure were Severus’ easily gliding into the prepared channel. And a new mouth on his cock, not at all careful and reverent like Harry’s, this one sucking hungrily and making his hips roll.

Al cried out as a hard length thrust into him, all coherent thought fleeing his mind as his arse swallowed it up to the hilt, soft, warm bollocks pressing against his crack. He managed a brief smile when fingers were wrapped around his cock and began teasing the hot flesh, his waist gripped by warm hands to stop him fucking into the firm hold.

Scorpius writhed and bucked as someone pinched his nipples, the delighted laugh confusing him again because that wasn’t Severus’ deep melodious timbre. Scorpius spread his legs further and thrust his arse backwards, desperate to be claimed with something more substantial than wicked, teasing digits. The mouth left his cock, a tongue licked up the inside of his thigh instead, stopping between his legs to suckle at his balls.
“Gods, I don’t know..Al?” Scorpius pleaded, “Who...who do you think...fuck!”

Al grunted and tried to form a response but his orgasm was threatening to erupt and the cock in his arse was pumping so hard and so fast that he couldn’t even think about the mouth coaxing a torrent of dribbling come from him.

“Nngh,” he replied, past caring about any possible punishment.

Something large and blunt hit Scorpius’ prostrate as it speared into him, the suddenness taking his breath away. Al heard his friend’s gasp and drove himself backwards, emitting a similar sound when his own sweet spot was mercilessly stroked. Hands were everywhere, it seemed; along his sides, over his stomach, gripping his length and most intriguingly, pulling his hair. With a loud shout, Al pulsed his release over the mystery hands.

The cock in his arse was spasming too, a heavy weight slumping onto his back, pushing him forward. Al yelped in surprise when the ropes around his wrists loosened and dropped him to his knees. The hand tangled in his hair held him tighter and warm salty liquid leaked over his lips, soft fingertips coaxing his mouth open. Al immediately obeyed and let the benefactor of his hand job fuck his mouth until he was choking and swallowing down more bitter fluid.

Scorpius desperately wanted to see what was happening to Al but his own predicament fared no better. Detachedly he thought it might still be Harry sucking his cock after all. The pleasure of being taken like this was overwhelming. He had no idea who was fucking him, but the sheer thickness ramming his passage made him think it had to be Severus. The man behind him suddenly stilled, grunted, and gave one more brutal stab. The spreading wet warmth he felt sent Scorpius flying over the edge too, and he thrust wildly, spilling his seed down the willing throat. He yelped even louder than Al when his restraints broke, knees slamming into the stone. Opening his mouth to take a breath, Scorpius found it full of rigid, red hot flesh instead. He sucked for all he was worth, making sure to flick his tongue over the slit just the way Harry liked, in case it was indeed his Defence professor. Judging by the speedy ejaculation, Scorpius felt rather triumphant, and certain he was right.

Al desperately wanted to shout that he knew it was Severus, but his mouth had been captured in a kiss that tasted of Potions and Sandalwood. The tongue was entirely too passionate in its exploration of his teeth and the insides of his cheeks to be anyone else. Al knew how much Severus coveted him. He wondered if the Potions Master knew he felt the same way. Moaning deeply, Al let his mystery kisser lick the last traces of come from his lips.

Loud, harsh breaths echoed off the dungeon walls, and once again the two boys were left alone.

“It’s a shame they didn’t manage to guess correctly, isn’t it Severus?” Draco said lightly.

“Yes. How...disappointing,” Severus drawled.

“Oh, I’d hardly call it disappointing,” Lucius purred, “Look at young Al there, dripping with his own come, dribbling someone else’s from his mouth and fine, firm arse.”

“And what a picture Scorpius makes,” Harry added.

“Wait! I want to guess!” Scorpius pleaded.

Draco sucked in a breath and shook his head, “Too late now, son.”

“Gentleman,” Severus said firmly, “punishment must be administered, else who knows what these brats will try to get away with in the future.”

Al and Scorpius moaned quietly.

“Well then,” Harry said cheerily, “onto Round Four.”

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