Delicate Boy

Title: Delicate Boy (chapter 3)
Author: Lidane
Rating: most definitely NC-17 *evil grin*
Pairings: Harry/Tom, Harry/Lucius, Harry/Severus, Harry/Tom/Lucius/Severus
Warnings: Slash, language, kink, mild bondage, mild BDSM, cross-dressing
Disclaimer: Oh, how I wish they were mine. Sadly, they are not. Neither is the money.

Summary: Harry has a secret—he\'s been going out to a Dark wizarding club dressed as a girl and seeing the Dark Lord and two Death Eaters, none of them knowing about the others, or about Harry\'s true gender. What happens when they compare notes one night and find out the truth?

A/N: The third and final chapter of the story, and more smut than you can wave a wand at. Finding the right opening was tricky, but I think I managed. I tried to have this finished Wednesday night before I went to go see a screening of The Matrix, but a few points didn\'t sit right, so I had to redo them. Hope you like it. Enjoy! ;)

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\"Make me a pretty person
Make me feel like I belong
Make me hard and make me happy
Make me beautiful
The emptiness, the craziness, satisfy this hungriness
Darling, how would it feel?
If we sleep together, will you like me better?
If we come together, we\'d go down forever…\" – Garbage, \"Sleep Together\"

~~*~~

Surreal.

That is the only word that comes to mind right now as I lay here, in this room, on this bed, with these men as they strip me bare and slowly work to reveal their gorgeous bodies to me.

This is surreal. And really, really fucking erotic.

I look from Lucius to Severus, and then cast a quick glance to Tom as he sits on the couch watching us, his surprisingly soft hands cradling the champagne flute he\'s holding. They are all looking at me with a mix of hunger and raw desire, and reverence. It\'s the last one that kills me.

Reverence. For me.

As long as I live, I will never understand it, particularly from them.

Oh, don\'t get me wrong. I\'m not complaining. Far from it, in fact. It\'s a hell of an ego boost, and an unbelievable turn on to have these two particular Death Eaters and that particular Dark Lord looking at me like not only am I a feast they want to consume, but like I\'m the answer to all of their prayers, and that I\'m a gift from on high.

Believe me, I didn\'t have this in mind when I first created Sage, Kelly and Willow, and when I set out to seduce them.

What I wanted when I approached these men was simple. I wanted to finally fulfill the darkest, most secret fantasies I\'ve had for years now, and I wanted to do it with the anonymity that doing it as a woman would provide. I wanted to experience them, at least in a limited sense, and then go back to my own life. I would taste that most forbidden of fruits for a night, then move on.

I never expected that they would want to keep seeing me after the first night, and I *definitely* never expected anything like tonight to occur.

Surreal indeed.

Back in Hogwarts, I knew that Snape was attractive. How could anyone not notice? All that brooding intensity hidden behind high black robes that billowed when he walked into the Potions classroom…I know for a fact I wasn\'t the only one who fancied him, but no one would have dared say a word, particularly a Gryffindor. Even the Slytherins weren\'t suicidal enough to try and make a pass at their head of House.

As for Malfoy, he\'s always looked dangerous and seductive—all that long blonde hair, the impeccable black robes with the snake pins and accessories, and of course, that damned cane. Wow. What a package. He moved like sin incarnate and like he would know exactly what he was doing, but the fact that his son and I have never gotten along, finally coming to an uneasy truce in our seventh year, and the fact that he tried to kill me when I set Dobby free—never mind the fact that he was also married-- put him out of reach.

And Voldemort? When he got his human form back and I saw him for the first time since graduating, I couldn\'t help but wonder what he would be like in bed, but I had to suppress that thought violently for a long, long time. We were in the middle of a very heated part of the war, and the only mission back then was to bring the Dark Lord down. Just the thought of bedding the man who killed my parents unsettled me greatly, hence the need for the characters. If he only knew me as Kelly, it alleviated not only my own guilt about fantasizing about him, but any hesitation of kissing him or touching him went away, since it wouldn\'t be me, but someone else that he was with.

Tonight, of course, my resolve came to a crashing end when he kissed me instead of Kelly. I want him. Merlin forgive me, but I can\'t help it. He\'s incredible. And the same goes for the two men who are currently kissing, licking and nibbling me on various parts of my body. Gods, this feels fucking incredible.

With his hands trembling slightly, I see Lucius unbutton and unzip my trousers, and he moves to pull them off of me. I have on black silk boxers underneath, but he leaves them on for now. He looks at me expectantly, and I lift my hips enough to give him the room to remove my slacks, and I hear his intake of breath, but lose any other reaction of his as Severus draws me in for a searing kiss, his slick, sure tongue invading me and scrambling my mind.

When we break apart, he and Malfoy look at each other, and in a move that shocks even Tom, they lean in and kiss each other deeply, tongues intertwining, and sharing a small smile between the two of them, borne of familiarity and friendship. Together, they start stroking me through my boxers, getting me fully hard, and then they mutually remove the last stitch of clothing from me. That irritating voice in my head-- which sounds an awful lot like Remus-- starts wolf whistling and cheering loudly as all three men growl when they see me naked.

Once I\'m no longer restricted by clothing, I move to try and speed the process of their stripping along, but Severus is too quick, and before I know it, he\'s pinned my arms over my head and handcuffed me to the headboard, keeping me from moving at all. Bastard. Ah well. At least I\'ll get a show. Heh.

After what feels like an agonizingly long time, they\'re both naked. My eyes rake over them.

My gods. Severus and Lucius are beautiful. I can even ignore the Dark Mark on both their arms for the moment, just because with their long hair, toned, muscled forms and their unshakable confidence, they resemble fallen angels. Two angels—one light, one dark-- and both of them are focused on me. They\'re both hard and aching, and the looks in their eyes, a combination of predator and penitent, sends shivers up my spine, and then it hits me.

I\'m the luckiest fucking man in the whole goddamned world right now.

Really, I am.

The Remus voice pipes up again, laughing, and he tells me to buck up and enjoy the ride. I plan to. Believe me, I intend to enjoy this.

Checking his handiwork and adjusting the cuffs at my wrists, Severus looks at me. \"Nervous, Harry?\" he teases. I nod in response, and say, \"Just a bit, Master. I...I don\'t know what to expect.\"

\"Like I told you before, you\'re going to learn that deception has a price, love. And you\'re going to learn a lesson in control,\" he soothes as he takes a blindfold and covers my eyes, enveloping my world in darkness.

My breath hitches as the light, the room, and everything goes black.

Oh. Shit.

Now what?

Lucius removes his hands and mouth from my body, which he\'s been lazily exploring, and I mourn the loss. I feel the bed sag and move as he gets up. A muffled sound and some shifting takes place, and I can feel the bed move once more as he returns. I can hear that he put some things on the nightstand next to me, but without my sight, I don\'t know what any of them are.

Two bodies sidle up to me, and I can feel them on either side, lightly caressing and touching me. They stroke my cock lazily and lightly, just enough to let me know they\'re there, and both voices break the silence.

\"Relax, dear heart,\" says Lucius as I feel his mouth return to my body again, kissing my shoulder. \"We won\'t hurt you…much,\" he chuckles, and I bite back a moan as I tense slightly. Just what do they have planned?

\"Now, for your first lesson, my pet, you\'re going to learn that we will tell you when you can come, and that you don\'t have a say in the matter,\" drawls Severus, and then I feel the proof of that statement, as something is applied to the base of my shaft, keeping me painfully aroused, and all but cutting me off.

A cock ring. Oh my gods. They\'re serious. They really are in control.

\"Sweet, sweet Harry,\" croons Lucius in a sing song voice. \"You look so delicious laid out like this,\" and he goes back to tasting me, licking and teasing one of my nipples, and I arch into him, unable to stifle a moan. \"I\'m going to enjoy ravishing you.\" I groan again, and twist, trying to feel more of him against me.

Severus laughs softly, and I can feel him lean in, his warm breath at my ear. \"Such a greedy, wanton boy. You want this from us, don\'t you?\" Twisting again under their combined efforts, I can\'t find my voice. A quick slap from the riding crop again, and he says, \"I asked you a question, love. Admit that you want this, and that you want us.\"

Yes. Yes I do. Goddamn, how I want this. They have no fucking idea how much I want this. I\'ve never felt this alive, and this aroused. Remus is in my head again, shaking my hand and slapping my back in congratulations on finally admitting the truth. Fucker. When I see him in person again, I\'m going to have a hard time not throttling him. Then again, if I did, Sirius would probably kill me, so that\'s a bad idea. But still…does that voice have to sound so fucking smug? Grrr…

Severus is waiting for an answer, and I tell him that yes, I want them, and I can feel them smiling, even if I can\'t see their faces.

He puts a finger under my chin and turns me towards him again, taking me into another deep kiss, as I feel Lucius shift around once more. I wonder what is next, and as I feel another stroke of my cock, I suddenly find that I don\'t much care.

It\'s going to be good, no matter what they do.

~~*~~

\"The next lesson you\'re going to learn, Harry, is that pleasure and pain can intertwine,\" said Severus smoothly as he ran his hands over the blindfolded man\'s hips and reached in to kiss his jaw.

Whatever thoughts were going through the Gryffindor\'s mind were rudely interrupted when he felt something hot and wet singe his chest, right below his collarbone, and make its way, dripping across his body. His chest, arms and legs were slowly covered in an intricate pattern, and much to his shock, he found that the pain quickly subsided and he was slowly starting to enjoy what was being done. He couldn\'t quite place what was being poured on him, but as it congealed and dried, Harry sucked in his breath and was stunned when he realized what it was.

Candle wax.

\"Beautiful boy…look at you, all that lovely red wax crisscrossing this delectable body of yours,\" teased Lucius. \"It almost looks like blood, but it\'s not quite dark enough. Do you like it, love?\" he asked as he continued to tilt the candle over the figure below him, enthralled as the hisses of pain were slowly replaced by slight moans of anticipation. Shivering under the intense gaze and at the tone in the aristocrat\'s voice, the Boy Who Lived tensed somewhat and took a ragged breath.

\"Ah, don\'t worry, precious. We promised we wouldn\'t hurt you much, and we won\'t break this lovely skin of yours,\" soothed the blonde Death Eater as he lightly sucked on the lad\'s neck. \"I was merely pointing out what the scene looked like. We\'re not going to make you bleed…at least for tonight,\" smirked Malfoy.

\"And now that you\'ve felt fire, it\'s time to cool you off,\" continued Severus, and Harry felt a wave of magic sweep him as the Potions master cast a quick cleaning spell, removing all evidence of the candle ever having been used. Before Harry could react, something sparkling and cool ran across one nipple, then the other, and he felt both men lean over and begin licking it off. It was when Lucius leaned in and kissed him that Harry tasted what was being used to cool his body off.

Champagne.

\"Much better than any wine glass, sweet one,\" whispered Snape as he tugged on Harry\'s earlobe lightly. More of the cool liquid was slowly spread across him, and the Gryffindor twisted, his body shocked at the transition from heat to cold, every nerve taut and waiting for more. \"But just having you for a drink isn\'t enough.\"

Once again, Severus drew Harry into a deep kiss, the younger wizard knowing instinctively who was doing what, his familiarity with both men guiding him, though his sight could not. Suddenly, he felt the champagne being combined with something more, a rough pulp being spread on his body by Lucius\' practiced hands.

Fresh strawberries. The smell permeated the air, and made the young man gasp into the mouth that was plundering his.

Two hands reached out and began to stroke Harry again in tandem as the two Death Eaters began to kiss and nibble their way down the handcuffed wizard\'s prone form, the pair eating the lush fruit off of their bedmate as they licked off the bubbly alcohol.

Harry arched his back and tried to increase the pressure of their hands and mouths on him, but he was gently pushed down by both his bedmates and he whimpered and let out a small moan in the process. Chuckling, Lucius broke the silence. \"Shh…such an impatient morsel, aren\'t you? You\'ll get what you want, love. Just let us have our fun first.\" Whimpering again, the young wizard attempted to calm his breathing and to relax, but found he was too tightly wound to try.

When he felt their breaths ghost at his hips, he gasped. When he felt those two silken, sinful tongues lick him, he groaned and arched his back. When he found himself encased in a wet heat, it was all he could do not to scream out loud. Over and over, the two men took turns in licking Harry\'s straining erection and taking it into their mouths, but it was when he felt a splash of champagne be poured on his arousal, and a small berry crushed against him and spread on his shaft that he nearly died.

Through the haze of pleasure that he was in, Harry was dimly aware of the cock ring being loosened, and when Severus spoke again, he almost didn\'t register the words. Soft, melodic tones to his deep voice, and the Potions master\'s command came through. \"Come for us now, Harry. Come hard, love.\" His control snapped, and the Gryffindor found himself tumbling over the edge with a cry and a moan, his seed pulsing over the intertwined hands of the two Death Eaters and on to his stomach.

After licking his fingers clean, Lucius made his way up Harry\'s body once more, nibbling on leftover bits of berry and licking the excess alcohol from the lad until he finally came back to that sweet, parted mouth, which was still catching its breath and calming down after the orgasm that had just happened. Thrusting his tongue inside that mouth, the blonde aristocrat moaned into the kiss and tweaked a dusky nipple in the process, earning him another groan and a sharp intake of breath.

\"You know, dear heart,\" purred the gray eyed wizard, \" in my life, I\'ve had many a decadent dessert, but I think I just found my favorite, and it tastes like strawberries, champagne, and Harry,\" he drawled, kissing the younger wizard deeply again. Shivers shot up the spine of the prone boy and he whimpered into the aristocratic mouth that was over his. \"Shh…relax, precious. It only gets better from here.\" With that, the blonde disentangled himself and sat back, saying, \"He\'s all yours first, Severus.\"

~~*~~

Muttering an unlocking spell, Severus removed the handcuffs from Harry\'s wrists and freed his arms, but left the blindfold on.

As he massaged the lad\'s tired limbs and soothed the younger wizard, he spoke. \"You know, Harry, you can stop this at any time. But if you do, it *all* stops— not only tonight, but also with Sage, Kelly and Willow. It\'s up to you. Do you want to end this? Or do you want to go on?\" A sigh of contentment at the touch, and the Gryffindor found his voice again.

\"N-no, Master. Don\'t stop, please. I want to do this. I need to do this. Please,\" he begged quietly.

\"If that\'s what you want, then that is what you shall have,\" affirmed the dark Slytherin. \"But understand that there is no going back now,\" he intoned, and the Gryffindor nodded briefly.

\"Very well. Then get up on all fours, my pet. We need to get you ready for me,\" whispered Severus, and Harry willingly complied. Kneeling behind the smaller man, Snape began to kiss and nip a trail down his lover\'s back, running his hands up the lad\'s thighs, then, without warning, digging his nails in and scratching his way down again, not breaking the skin, but hard enough to be noticed.

The younger wizard hissed and arched at the sudden pain, but as the initial burn subsided, he found that he enjoyed the harsh touch, and he let out a small whimper. \"So the kitten likes to be scratched?\" teased the Death Eater. \"Well, we can arrange that,\" and the dark haired man proceeded to dig his nails into Harry\'s hips once more, and the Boy Who Lived found himself getting painfully aroused once more. This did not go unnoticed.

\"Ah, the joys of youth. Recovered already, I see… Then you won\'t mind if I readjust this,\" chucked Snape as he tightened the cock ring once more, getting a startled gasp from the man beneath him. \"Now, now, pet…you know the rules. You can\'t come until we say you can, and I say you can\'t.\"

Summoning a small vial to him, Severus coated his finger with the viscous lubricant, and slowly began to prepare Harry to be taken. At the first intrusion of the Death Eater\'s finger, the Gryffindor tensed, but he soon relaxed when the Potions master\'s other hand reached around and stroked him tenderly, leading Harry to moan softly, his body easing and accepting the invading digit.

When the second finger was added, Snape angled his hand and directly hit the pleasure center inside the younger wizard, making his lover see stars, his hips bucking back and a keening sound coming from his throat unbidden. \"Yes, very responsive indeed,\" hissed Severus as he leaned over Harry to bite his shoulder as his hand continued to work at preparing his young lover.

A third finger made its way in, and it was all Harry could do not to cry out. \"Please. I\'m ready,\" he breathed. \"I want you now. Take me, please…\" his voice trailed off as he groaned again.

Feeling his former professor position himself behind him, the Gryffindor arched his back and let out a small whimper of anticipation, then couldn\'t bite back a moan as Severus eased himself, inch by sweet inch, into the tight heat beneath him. All four men in the room groaned as the Death Eater began to slowly move in and out, fucking the Boy Who Lived.

Leaning forward until his chest was flush with Harry\'s back, Severus latched on to his lover\'s neck, bting him just hard enough to mark, then kissing away the pain. His voice, thick with desire, washed over the younger wizard. \"Gods, yes, Harry…so beautiful like this. Helpless, and at my mercy, free to fuck you as long as I want, since you\'re unable to climax. I could go on like this for a long, long time. Would you want that, my sweet?\" he slurred, his hips moving faster as he went on, his voice becoming more and more breathless. Swimming in lust, the only response the Gryffindor had was to arch up and move his hips back to meet the Death Eater\'s thrusts. The dark haired man was hitting his prostate with every thrust, and Harry\'s world spun on a blurred axis of need, lust and raw passion, and he ached for release.

Just when he thought he would go insane from the pressure, he felt Snape speed up and grasp his hips tighter, biting his shoulder once more. A few strong, sure thrusts, and he felt his former teacher tumble over the edge, releasing himself deep inside. His own frustration at being unable to come showed through in the form of a small whine at the loss of contact with the older man as he backed off the boy, turning him around and kissing him deeply.

Placing a finger on the Gryffindor\'s lips, Severus whispered, \"I know what you want, love. But I\'m not the one to give it to you. It will happen soon enough.\" One last brief kiss, and the Death Eater got up from the bed, heading to the shower, leaving the Boy Who Lived with the blonde aristocrat who had driven him wild earlier.

Arrogant smirk firmly in place, Lucius leaned in and planted a soft kiss on Harry\'s lips. \"Now it\'s our turn to play, dear one. And we\'re going to have fun.\"

~~*~~

Still blindfolded, all Harry could do was react to the voice of the blonde man. \"Since I\'m feeling generous, love, I\'m going to give you a chance to recover somewhat, but in return, you have to pay attention to me,\" he teased. Laying back and pulling the black haired boy on top of him, Lucius pulled his lover down for a kiss, tongues intertwining and he ran his hands through that thick, unruly brunette mess known as Harry\'s hair.

\"I\'m giving you this one chance, pet. You can do what you want to me, except top. I want you to fulfill Willow\'s fantasy with me. What would she do if she were here?\" wondered the blonde. \"This is your one opportunity for the upper hand with me, Harry. Will you take it?\" asked the Death Eater as he licked the younger man\'s jaw.

Stunned and aroused by the offer, Harry said, \"But I\'m blinded. How will I do this without being able to see you?\"

Small laugh, and the aristocrat responded, \"Use your instincts, baby. Your eyes are not for me tonight, so you have to make do.\"

With his hands, tongue, and sense of taste as his guide, the Gryffindor began to kiss and lick a path down the blonde man\'s body, laving and teasing the nipple he found, the aristocrat arching up beneath him and hissing in approval. A surge of power went through the boy and he suddenly didn\'t care that he couldn\'t see. He was going to make Lucius come.

Reaching down between the Death Eater\'s legs, Harry wrapped a hand around Lucius\' straining arousal and began to stroke him in rhythm as he continued his downward trek, finding a sensitive spot just between two ribs and teasing him mercilessly. Growling, the blonde hissed, \"Truly a Slytherin at heart, Harry. A Gryffindor wouldn\'t tease like that,\" he whispered.

Saucy tone of voice, and Harry countered, \"Are you complaining? I can stop if you want,\" and at that, Tom laughed out loud, the first sound from him since the night had begun.

\"Insolent brat. You\'re lucky that I like having you in bed like this, cariad,\" he chuckled. \"Now shut up and continue what you were doing.\"

\"Oh but of course, Master,\" drawled the Gryffindor, humor evident in his voice. \"Willow would never want to disappoint you, and neither do I.\"

After that, words failed Lucius Malfoy, as Harry made it his mission to reduce the arrogant man to total incoherence. Finally making his way to the erection he was stroking, the younger man gently cupped the older wizard and took him into his mouth, from the tip to the root, his nose tickled by the light blonde curls at the base of the Death Eater\'s shaft. Over and over, he kept a steady rhythm, his head guided by those practiced, aristocratic hands, Harry all but deep throating his lover on each thrust down.

Not satisfied with just teasing Lucius this way, Harry abandoned the hardness in his mouth and moved further down, keeping one hand lightly stroking his lover to maintain the other man\'s arousal. Gently, he lifted his other hand to his mouth and took first one, then the other of the blonde\'s testicles in his mouth sucking and teasing them gently, rolling them around on his tongue, squeezing his lover\'s shaft as he did so, increasing the pressure of his strokes. The whimpers and groans from the aristocrat spurred him on, and soon, Harry was alternating between the man\'s cock and balls, increasing the Death Eater\'s frenzy.

When Harry experimentally went further down, lightly licking the cleft of the other wizard\'s arse, Lucius reached his limits. Harshly pulling Harry back up to him, he pulled the brunette down for a savage kiss, their tongues dueling and the pair battling for control. Moaning at the feel of the lithe body above his, the aristocrat breathed, \"I want to be inside you now, cariad. Get on top of me,\" he commanded softly, and the Boy Who Lived did just that, straddling his lover\'s hips and lowering himself down on to the man below him. Placing his hands on Malfoy\'s shoulders to balance himself, Harry began to move, thrusting on the man\'s erection in a steady, quick pace.

Clutching one hip tightly, Lucius pulled Harry down with the other and the pair kissed deeply again as the Gryffindor kept a hard rhythm, riding the blonde fiercely. Finally finding his voice, Harry whispered into the Death Eater\'s ear, \"I wish I could see you now. I…I wish I could come with you. Why can\'t I?\" he asked.

\"Because tonight, my sweet, your eyes and your orgasm belong to Tom,\" answered the gray eyed wizard. \"Tomorrow night, when Willow is to come here, I promise you I will fuck you senseless, no blindfold, no cock ring, nothing. Just you and me, cariad. But not tonight,\" he assured. \"Tonight you have to just feel me come inside you. But soon, love, it will be different.\"

\"I\'ll hold you to that,\" vowed the younger man as he increased his pace, his own body screaming for release and the man beneath him holding him tighter and tighter as they moved together towards a resolution. \"I hope so,\" answered Lucius breathlessly as his voice hitched and another moan escaped him.

Pulling the brunette flush to him, the Death Eater bucked his hips up into the sinful body riding his and tumbled over the edge, his hands running through that messy black hair as he hissed the younger man\'s name in his ear.

As his breathing normalized, Lucius leaned in and gave Harry one final passionate kiss and rolled the lad off of him, scooting out of the way and sidling up to Severus, who had just returned to the bedroom, the brunette Death Eater wrapping himself around the blonde, the pair waiting to see what their Lord had in store for the boy they had just slept with.

~~*~~

Shedding his clothes casually, Tom Riddle stretched his legs and laid down on the bed, pulling Harry over to him and kissing him on the forehead. \"You\'ve done so well tonight, dear one. I\'m going to enjoy finally seeing you come,\" he crooned, and the younger man groaned in anticipation.

\"First, however, this blindfold has to go,\" said the Dark Lord, and he reached around, freeing those fathomless green eyes from their dark prison.

Blinking a few times to adjust to the light once more, Harry opened his eyes and looked up into a matching set of emeralds that seemed to bore straight through him. \"Welcome back to the land of the sighted, pet,\" smiled Tom.

Pinning the Gryffindor beneath him, Voldemort licked a trail from the lad\'s jaw to his mouth and caught the boy in a deep, searing kiss of his own. \"Normally, Harry, I would tease you mercilessly before allowing you to come, but you\'ve been so good tonight, I\'m going to reward you,\" he leered, his words punctuated by many more small kisses.

Summoning the vial that Severus had used earlier, Tom coated his erection and, in one long thrust, eased himself into the Boy Who Lived, who found himself once again at the edge of release. As the green eyed Slytherin began to move, he invaded the boy\'s mind, the ethereal serpentine language filling the room.

/You\'ve been such a good, obedient pet, love,/ hissed the Dark Lord. /Have you enjoyed the evening?/

Ragged breath, and Harry found the strength to answer. /Yes. Gods yes. This has been incredible, Tom. Thank you./

/Do you enjoy my fucking you, love? Do you want me to let you come?/ he asked, his hips picking up the pace.

/Yes. Please, Tom. Let me come. Give me release, finally,/ he begged.

/Only if it is for me, and me alone, my sweet,/ teased Tom. /I want all of it directed at me—your voice, your passion, your eyes, your body…I want them for myself tonight. Give them to me. Swear they are mine. Look me in the eye and swear it,/ he ordered. Two sets of emeralds locked and the younger man, glazed with need and desire looked into the depths of his archrival\'s gaze.

/Yes! Yes. I swear it. They\'re all for you, Tom. Only for you. Please…/ sighed Harry, his back arching and his hands running down the Slytherin\'s back. /I want this so badly./

/Very well. Then you shall have what you want, love,/ answered the Dark Lord.

Bending down and drawing the Gryffindor into a final kiss, Tom reached down between them and stroked Harry\'s erection lightly, earning him a whimper and a plea, and with a flick of his wrist, he released the cock ring just as he angled his thrust to hit Harry\'s prostate exactly as he switched to English once more. \"Come now, love. Come for me, Harry.\" The response was immediate.

Digging his nails into Voldemort\'s shoulders, Harrry arched up off the bed and looked his lover in the eye, and with a loud, inarticulate cry, climaxed hard, muscles clamping down on the man inside him, triggering the Slytherin\'s orgasm as well. Savagely pulling his rival to him, the Gryffindor plunged his tongue into his lover\'s mouth, sharing a deep, desperate kiss before breaking apart for air.

/That was magnificent, Harry. We must do this again sometime as a group,/ sighed the Dark Lord. /Although I find myself unbearably selfish now, and think that the next time, I would rather just have you to myself for the night./

/I don\'t think I\'ll live through another night like this,/ chuckled the younger wizard. /I think we\'ll have to settle for Monday nights for now,/ he grinned, and Tom laughed out loud again.

/Fair enough then, child. Now let\'s get some rest. These are my private rooms, so we can stay here all night, and after what you\'ve been through, I\'d imagine you need sleep,/ said Tom.

/Sleep sounds like a great idea,/ breathed Harry, and the two men shared a smile, kissing lightly.

Positioning himself between Tom and Lucius, the young wizard, that delicate boy with the nerves of steel, shared one last kiss for the night with each of his lovers, and all four men settled in for the evening, a dreamless, content sleep coming to all of them for once.

~~*~~

As I finally drift off for the night, sated in the afterglow of what I\'ve just experienced, Remus pops into my head again. He gives me a lazy smile and congratulates me on finally fulfilling my deepest fantasy, and he wishes me well, hoping that it will all work out for the best.

I don\'t know what will happen after tonight. I don\'t think any of us knows.

But I\'m willing to take it all as it comes.

~fin~