Forever Young

A/N: Here’s part 2! Please enjoy.

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“What was that?” Hermione asked.

Sirius looked up from between her legs. “Are you okay with this?”

“Okay with this? You just...” she spluttered, “What about Remus?” She struggled out of his grasp, further back in the chair, and closed her legs. She pulled up her track pants, saving the splinter of dignity she had left.

He huffed. “I told you – ”

“You told me,” she interrupted, “that you were okay with cheating on him. That you had a deal!” She spit the last word, disbelievingly. “What kind of partner are you?” She knew she should stop, that she was being very offensive, but she had never held with the idea of cheating. “How can you allow yourself to... Ugh!” She threw her hands up in frustration. “Are you going to tell Remus?”

Sirius had maintained eye contact through her speech, but at her question, his eyes darted over her shoulder to the door.

“Sirius,” she sighed, “You have to tell Remus.”

“He doesn’t need to tell me,” came a husky voice from the doorway.

Hermione spun around and toppled off the low armchair in the process. She managed to quickly regain her footing and stand to face him.

“Remus.” She was beet red. “Oh Merlin, Remus, I’m so sorry.” Hermione stood awkwardly, pulling at the hem of her t-shirt, which was still pushed up too high. She reached out a hesitant hand, decided against it at the last minute, and let it fall. “I’m sorry.”

“Hermione,” Remus approached her and put a hand on her shoulder, “It’s fine. Sirius is right. We’ve talked about this, and it’s completely fine.”

“No it’s not,” she said, “I disrespected you. I’d never hurt you. Never want to.” He reached out in comfort and she fell in to his arms, burying her face in his neck. Even as she inhaled his comforting scent, she felt a hard length against her pelvis.

After a moment, she felt a warm weight press against her back. Sirius.

“Hermione,” he breathed into her ear, “Trust us. This is okay.” Remus’ erection made her believe him.

“Are you okay, though?” His gentle concern emboldened her. She knew Sirius wanted her, and if Remus’ reaction was anything to go by, she had no reason to be as nervous as she had been.

She smiled up at him, “Actually, I’m doing pretty well.”

“Good.”

They were inches apart, unable to move, thanks to Sirius. In addition to his trapping her, Sirius’ hands were moving up and down her torso, not allowing her to relax. His groping, coupled with the intensity in Remus’ eyes dazed her. She didn’t move. Didn’t even try to move. She didn’t even protest when Sirius’ hand crept beneath her shirt.

Hermione inhaled sharply, as more and more of her body was put on display for Remus’ shining eyes. His only reaction was a clenched jaw.

“Sirius,” he spoke warningly.

“What?” His voice was teasing. “I know you want her.”

“This isn’t about what I want. Has anyone asked her what she wants?” He swallowed hard and Sirius unveiled her bare breasts.

“Hermione,” Sirius muttered, still grinning, “What do you want?”

Remus’ erection twitched against her and a rush of courage assaulted her. She reached a hand to the werewolf’s neck and closed the few inches between them.

The two men had very different kissing techniques. Sirius kissed confidently and aggressively, while Remus was far more tentative. She felt as though he were asking her reassurance that she wanted him. Gently nips and tugs, rather than a consuming need. It drove her mad and she gave her everything to answering his question.

When they finally broke apart for air, Hermione gasped out, “Can we take this somewhere more comfortable?” and directed a glance to the bedroom.

They immediately untangled, eager to abide her request.

Hermione walked in to the bedroom she knew so well, with a completely new perspective. How many times had Sirius and Remus made love on this bed? The thought both enflamed her and reintroduced the guilt. Was she intruding?

The men didn’t let her dwell on the idea as they set to work undressing her.

Her lose t-shirt was quickly pulled off, along with her track pants and knickers. Completely naked in front of two fully dressed men. She would play it to her advantage. She took a deep breath and, drawing on all of her past experience, lay seductively back on the bed, supported by pillows.

Hermione tried to suppress a smile as she massaged her left breast while her other hand crept lower.

“Are you going to come, or just watch?” She asked, trying to sound as coy as possible.

Sirius bought the act in a second, most likely used to this sort of behaviour from women. He quickly tore off his shirt and went to work on his denims, walking toward the bed. Remus, on the other hand, chuckled. He knew her well enough to see through the confident exterior.

“Love, you couldn’t stop us if you tried,” Remus said, pulling his own shirt over his head.

Hermione swallowed as she looked on at the gorgeous men in front of her. Their erections were clearly discernable through the fabric of their clothes, and it looked promising. She’d known they were muscular, but had never seen them worked up. Their biceps were flexing in anticipation, and their chests were rising quicker than usual.

All because of her.

Sirius was the first to reach her, and he wasted no time in devouring her breast while Remus worked on his pants.

She looked up to him in invitation. Not that he needed one.

He quickly descended on her, kissing her more intensely than before, and snaking his hand down to her swollen folds.

She gasped into his mouth and bucked under the men. There were two more hands than she was used to, and her brain was trying to play catch-up. She couldn’t focus, four hands, two mouths, two cocks. It was overwhelming.

Hermione came without warning, and she rode Remus’ hand to completion. Sparks seemed to be coming off her, and her toes curled. She almost kneed Remus in the face, but neither cared.

“You’re bloody gorgeous,” Sirius groaned and flipped her over, to straddle his lap.

Still foggy from her orgasm, she climbed happily on top of him and sunk down without a second thought.

“Merlin,” Sirius choked and gripped her hips. She bounced quickly over him, not bothering to start off slowly. She was too desperate for that and she guessed she could say the same about him.

“Mione,” Remus said quietly in her ear.

Not pausing in her movement, she turned her head to acknowledge him.

“Have you ever been with two men at once?”

She shook her head and gasped, “No. Why?”

“Lean down on Sirius.”

She followed his instructions without thought. What could possibly go wrong? She couldn’t keep up her motions from her new angle, but Sirius moved lazily in and out and took advantage of their new position, kissing her deeply.

Suddenly, she felt a tongue swipe across her arse cheek and she squealed, breaking off her kiss with Sirius.

“You okay?” he asked, murmuring against her lips.

“Mhm.” Once she was used to the idea, she supported it wholeheartedly. So much so that when Remus’ next lick was closer to her puckered hole, she pushed back against him. He must have interpreted her reaction correctly, as she dove straight for his prize.

Sirius had to hold her relatively still, as she writhed and bucked under the older man’s tongue. She had never considered this as a possible foreplay routine but, she thought as she moaned, the men would be accustomed to such attention.

She barely noticed when he snuck the first or second finger in, but she did notice the third. She tensed at the intrusion, and turned to glare at him.

“Sorry, I know. It’ll get better, I promise.”

Sirius’ continued thrusting eased her discomfort and he distracted her further with a finger to the clit.

A good thing, too. Remus pulled his fingers out of her and shuffled closer. She knew what was coming and tried her best not to tense, but it was inevitable with her nerves as frazzled as they were.

He pushed in to her slowly, and Sirius increased his teasing to her clit. It did it’s job, and both men were soon completely seated within her. Hermione had never felt so full. She could feel the thin wall separating the two men and could feel every pulse and twitch of both. Her senses were going haywire, and she didn’t know how to calm them. She sat up, so that her back was flush against Remus’ front and she once again properly straddled Sirius. She felt in control.

Then they started to move.

Slowly at first, Remus pulled out and Sirius pushed in. They rotated, ensuring that she was always full. It was delicious. The heat was unbelievable and it spread quickly throughout her limbs. She had never gained so much pleasure without clitoral stimulation. It felt like an incredible massage. Amazingly gratifying.

Then, they picked up pace and she lost all sense of comfort.

It changed from intense to overpowering and she fell slightly forward on to Sirius, propping herself up with locked elbows. She let out whined moans, unable to hold them in. Motor control vanished completely and Remus caught her, pulling her back up to press against him.

Hermione briefly wondered if she was having an orgasm. It seemed, at this point, that it would be indistinguishable.

Her theory was quickly proven incorrect as she sunk down lower onto Sirius than she had before and her clit smashed against his pubic bone. A split second later, she came, screaming and falling.

The world narrowed to nothing as tidal waves of pleasure crashed over her. Wave after wave. She was pulled under, and she couldn’t breath. She lost track of time and her place in the world.

The next thing she knew, she was lying in bed next to two panting men.

“Hermione?” The voice sounded slightly desperate, but it might have been the exhaustion.

“Sirius?”

“Whew. Think we lost you there for a moment,” he panted.

“I think you did, too.” She stretched out her body, hearing a few joints pop. She cuddled in to the warm duvet beneath her, but the men weren’t finished.

“So did we make your birthday a little more acceptable?”

“Merlin!” Remus exclaimed from her other side. “Hermione! I’m sorry, I completely forgot.”

She turned and her eyebrows creased slightly. “Really?” It wasn’t like him to forget anything at all.

“I came upstairs with the intention of giving you your gift, but was slightly distracted.”

She laughed and closed her eyes in renewed fatigue. “You didn’t have to get me a gift.”

“Do you want it?”

“Can you just tell me what it is? I don’t want to move.”

Sirius chuckled beside her.

“It’s a copy of ‘Advanced Herbology Uses in Assertive Mind Control Potions’ by Matilda Yopfyrd. I know you couldn’t find one.”

“Oh,” she cooed, eyes still closed. “Thank you, Remus. I’ll wake up early to start on it.”

“Both of you, shut up. I want my beauty sleep. Even though I so obviously don’t need it,” Sirius mumbled, face already muffled by the pillow. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”

Hermione curled up between the two men, and fell asleep, a great deal happier than she had woken up.

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What a lovely, shameless fantasy world. My birthday wasn’t quite as fantastic, but enjoyable nonetheless :) Thanks for reviewing.