Fallen Star (Sequel to Shooting Star) COMPLETE

Harry woke up to the strange feeling of having more than two arms around him. It took him a moment to remember that Draco wasn't the only person with him in the bed. He grinned and opened his eyes, shifting in their arms. It was honestly the best feeling.

Draco's long arms were thrown around Harry, his hands resting on Mark. He nuzzled the back of Harry's neck, pressing up against him.

Harry wriggled playfully back against Draco before leaning in to kiss Mark's sleeping lips.

"Mmm," Draco hummed, nipping at Harry's neck. His morning erection was filling fast and he began rubbing it against his lover's wriggling arse.

"Good morning," Harry said quietly, his eyes on Mark's face as he opened his legs a little. Mark was still asleep, his arms still flung over Harry's body.

Draco was murmuring against his back, licking and kissing as his cock slid in the cleft of Harry's arse. "Love you, need you," he whispered sleepily.

"Fuck me," Harry replied softly, still watching to see if Mark would wake up. It wasn't that it would be a problem if he did, but it almost felt as though it were a challenge to be quiet enough to not wake him up. And Harry loved challenges.

Harry was still slick from being fucked the night before and Draco slid his cock against his entrance and pushed in easily, moaning as he did.

Harry hummed, his eyes closing as he felt Draco slip inside. "Shh ... let's see how long we can do it before he wakes up," Harry whispered.

Draco's hand slid off Mark and grasped Harry's hip. He rocked into his lover; the pleasure of it was his favourite way to wake up.

Mark's eyelids fluttered when Draco moved his hand, but he didn't open them, much to Harry's relief and amusement.

Harry reached down to grip his own cock as Draco continued to fuck him, small squeaks and moans forcing their way out every now and then.

Draco growled low in his throat, biting down on Harry's shoulder as he got closer.

Harry couldn't help it as he cried out, the bite making him shudder and twitch in his hand.

Mark slowly blinked open his eyes, apparently not noticing what was happening in front of him at first.

Draco licked the bite mark. "Yes, touch yourself," he growled, thrusting harder.

Harry stroked himself, his eyes closing slowly. "Close," he moaned, opening his legs wider. Harry nearly jumped when he felt another hand grip his leg and hold it up for him.

Draco was looking over Harry's shoulder and he smiled, his eyes meeting Mark's blue eyes. "Good morning," he managed, thrusting faster into Harry.

"Morning," Mark said with a smirk, his eyes slowly trailing back down to Harry's face. "I love that face he makes ..." He bent Harry's leg, pushing it up more.

Draco was fucking him hard and Harry knew it would only be a bit longer before he came.

"Yes, so beautiful," Draco agreed. "Oh, yes, come for me, baby," he growled against Harry's ear as he thrust in hard. Draco came, moaning and sucking on Harry's shoulder.

Harry cried out a second later and came, shuddering hard as he stroked himself through it.

Mark watched, biting his lip softly. "So hot ... and how do you do that ... make him come on demand like that?”

Draco shivered – the reminder of the magic that bound them both a source of pleasure and pain. He closed his eyes, kissing the side of Harry's face. "Mine, right baby?" he whispered.

"Yours," Harry replied softly, his eyes still closed as he relaxed against the bed.

Draco wasn't actually sure why Harry did come when he told him to. He had countermanded the requirement to follow orders unless he called them an order but Harry still seemed to want that command. It could be something in their magical connection but it might just be that Harry was used to it. He looked over at Mark and smiled. "Magic," he whispered.

Mark huffed, not knowing if that was an answer or not. He slowly let Harry's leg down, stroking a hand over his hip. "That was a nice way to wake up."

Draco slipped back out of his lover, still petting his hip and kissing his shoulder. "Every day," Draco smiled, kissing him again.

“Every day I'm loving you more and more,” Harry quoted the song, grinning at Draco.

"I have to say you are one lucky man," Mark commented, shifting closer to them and throwing his arm over their bodies again. "The both of you." He felt he could see their love now and he felt both privileged and envious. No one had ever loved him the way these two loved each other.

Harry blushed and opened his eyes. "Mark ...."

Draco leant over Harry and kissed Mark quickly, then rolled out of bed and headed to the loo. "Tea?" he called over his shoulder.

"Again with the tea," Mark laughed, rolling over and sitting up. "Is that all you two drink?"

"Tea's fine," Harry called out, laughing at Mark's comment. "In the mornings and whenever we feel like it. You'll get used to it, the more time you spend with us."

Mark very much hoped that would be a lot more time. He never felt as good as he did when he was with them. He looked up, watching Draco’s lithe body as he moved. Draco’s confident movements always reminded him of a cat.

"I think we have some coffee too," Draco said as he came back into the room and reached for his robe. "Shall I make omelettes for everyone?" he asked. He was feeling fantastic this morning.

"Yes, thank you," Harry said brightly, sitting up against the pillows.

"And coffee for me, then," Mark said, grinning.

Draco rolled his eyes in amusement and headed out to the kitchen to cook breakfast.

Harry stuck his tongue out at Mark as he rolled over and got closer to him. "Tea is much better."

Mark wrapped his arms around Harry and pulled him against his own body. He nuzzled his chin. Damn, but he smelled and tasted good.

"So how do you like it so far?" Harry asked, snuggling Mark and closing his eyes.

Mark was still aroused from watching the other two men and he rubbed himself against Harry's thigh. "I think you know the answer to that," he whispered.

Harry opened his eyes and looked at Mark, leaning in to kiss him softly. "I should take care of that problem you have, right?"

"No problem, but if you want to ..." Mark trailed off.

"I like sucking you off," Harry said, and then kissed him again, harder than before. "Making you lose control,” he added before another hard kiss. Then Harry pulled back with one last nip to Mark’s lips.

"I like losing it with you," Mark said, lying back for Harry.

Harry smiled, leaning in to kiss down Mark's flat stomach before licking around his erection. He took his time, licking up and down the length slowly.

They could hear Draco chopping something on the cutting board and the sounds of him moving about in the kitchen beyond the open door.

Mark relaxed, his fingers carding through Harry's hair as he surrendered to the pleasure of the man licking him.

Harry finally sucked him inside a few minutes later, bobbing his head a few times to pick up a rhythm.

"Any objection to onions and garlic in your omelette, Mark?" Draco called from the other room.

Mark shuddered, gasping as he arched up into Harry's mouth. "Yes!" he called, "I mean, no."

Draco appeared in the doorway, holding a bowl of eggs and a whisk. "Couldn't wait for breakfast, Harry?" he asked, his tone teasing.

Harry flushed and pulled back, turning to look at Draco. "He was hard from watching us together. So I thought it would only be fair," he explained.

Draco smirked, leaning in the doorway. "Go on," he said, watching. He wondered if he should feel jealous, but strangely he didn’t. It was quite a sight, though.

Mark's cock twitched when he looked up at Draco watching them. It was somehow even hotter to see the look on the blond’s face.

Harry nodded, turning around and leaning down to take Mark's cock into his mouth again, sucking a bit harder than before.

Mark watched Draco as his hands clenched in Harry's hair. Another minute and he arched, coming inside the man's mouth while the blond licked his lips.

Harry swallowed a few times, sucking Mark lightly before pulling back with a smile. He crawled up and kissed Mark before glancing back at Draco.

Draco took a deep breath and seemed to remember the bowl in his hands just as the whistle from the kettle screamed behind him. He glanced over his shoulder and smirked at the other two before heading back into the kitchen to make two teas and a coffee.

Harry giggled softly, turning to look at Mark. "We left him speechless. That's hard to do, you know."

Mark nodded. "That I can believe," he said, smiling and still caressing Harry. "He is taking this a lot better than I would have thought. A year ago, it seemed like he would kill anyone who even looked at you."

"He probably would've. And I think he still would with any other bloke. But you, you're different. He trusts you. I trust you," Harry said, smiling softly.

"Why me?" Mark asked, genuinely surprised and awed. It was such a fantasy come true that he felt like at any moment he would wake up to find it was a dream.

"I think ... you were the first friend I had here. Even though you hit on me when we first met ... we always had that. And then after we started going out after work, I guess that was the first stages of Draco beginning to let me go. And it happened to be with you." Harry smiled. "Then what happened with the magic ... it just ... all added up."

Mark nodded. "Well, I'm glad I'm the lucky one," he grinned, kissing Harry again.

"Me too," Harry murmured against his lips, gently caressing Mark’s cheek and smiling softly at him.

"Tea and coffee are ready!" Draco called from the kitchen. "Breakfast is almost done."

"Come on," Harry said with a grin, moving to slip out of the bed. "I could use some tea now." He pulled on what he thought were Draco's boxers and headed out to the kitchen.

Draco smiled at the two men as they made their way out wearing nothing but shorts. He leant in and kissed Harry, gently pulling on the waistband of the borrowed shorts and letting it snap.

Harry jumped, smiling brightly at Draco. "Yes, I know they're yours ..."

"That's okay, you're mine, too," Draco said, pinching Harry's arse.

Harry laughed, wriggling away from Draco's pinch. "Everything's yours!"

Mark laughed and picked up the coffee. He both delighted in the other men and felt a pang of envy. What would it be like to have someone be “yours”?

"Take your tea and sit down," Draco said. "The omelettes will be ready in a few minutes."

"Yes, of course," Harry said, taking the tea and sitting down at the table. He sipped at the hot liquid and sighed, slumping in the chair.

Draco slipped the omelettes out of the pans and onto the plates. He then set them in front of Harry and Mark, before getting his own and sitting down with them. It was all so domestic and comfortable. He was surprised that he felt this way around Mark.

"Thank you, Draco," Harry said, picking up his fork. He cut off a piece and tasted it, smiling at Draco. "You're really getting so much better at this ..." It amused Harry that Draco used to hate to eat and now liked to cook.

Draco snorted at the faint praise but began eating.

"Actually, this is really good," Mark said. "So you didn't cook in England?"

Harry looked at Mark as he chewed the bit of food in his mouth. "He did something very similar to it," Harry said once he swallowed.

"I was wealthy and had ... servants to do the cooking. I made potions," the blond explained.

"Wealthy? Now, with your attitude, that I can believe," Mark said, smiling.

"He just has that look, right?" Harry said, smirking. "But he's always been good at making potions. Really good at it. That's why he's so good at cooking."

"I like the precision of it and the way multiple ingredients combine to make something entirely different," Draco explained. "It has an order to it."

"He even saved my life," Harry whispered without thinking, gazing adoringly at Draco.

Draco frowned and glanced up at Harry. "Mark, what you saw on my arm," he began, "if you ever see that mark again, get away quickly. It's the mark of the monster that wants to kill Harry."

"Why do you have it then?" Mark asked. He knew it was something Draco didn’t like to talk about but his curiosity won out.

"I think he was forced," Harry said quietly, picking up his cup of tea. "But listen to him, Mark. Get away as fast you can."

Draco winced. "I took the mark because it was expected of me, Harry," he said. "That's not the same thing as forced. Others resisted. I did not." He didn’t like it when Harry made it sound like he had been a victim.

Harry nodded over his cup. "But you didn't want to." Given Draco’s parents, he didn’t really think the other man had much of a choice in the matter.

"Don't make excuses for me," Draco said harshly, his temper flaring. He stood up and left the room.

Harry bit his lip, and watched Draco go. "I'm sorry, Mark. It's a ... sore topic."

"So he worked for the other side in this war you've talked about?" Mark whispered.

"Yeah," Harry said quietly. "We were on different sides of the war."

"Did he change his mind? You said you went to school together, but you weren't involved then," Mark prompted.

"We were always on different sides. Rivals in everything. The house that he was in ... most of his classmates were expected to go and take the mark." Harry paused.

"So he joined one side and you joined the other? What happened to change that?" Mark asked.

"My side lost. We met again at the end of the war," Harry whispered.

Mark laid his hand over Harry's, squeezing. "I don't mean to bring up bad stuff. I just want to understand," he tried to explain. He did feel bad for upsetting them but he still wanted to understand the history the other two shared.

"I know ... I'd want to as well," Harry replied, looking at him. "And there are a lot of things we're leaving out ... but I'd rather if we told you it all, that Draco and I did it together." Harry thought that eventually, if they stayed with Mark, they would have to really explain things more to him.

Draco had gone into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the ugly skull and snake on his arm. He hated it passionately. It hadn't hurt since they left England. Which he hoped meant they were too far away for Voldemort to reach. He feared the day when someone might see and know what it meant. He wished fervently that he never saw another one again.