A Dark Time For The Light

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All four slept late the next day. Harry woke with Draco’s gentle gaze on him then a lovely kiss, “Mornin’ donkey-breath”, was his greeting. Harry rolled his eyes but there was a glint in them, “Keep the romantic mood, why don’t you?”, he smirked, swatting Draco’s arm, then pulled him close and kissed him, “Mornin’ yourself, cat-breath. After it’s been washin’ it’s arse”. They traded cheerful insults as they dragged each other under the shower. Harry did a mental inventory, a bit fuzzy and spaced-out but no hangover, he was hungry though. The water hit, hot and delicious. He tipped his head back and let the jet hit him square in the face, unleashing a moan as he felt Draco’s mouth on his left nipple and a hand take hold of his cock, stroking him hard in an instant, he flexed upwards and instinctively pushed on Draco’s head. His lover read him perfectly and knelt at his feet and sucked him dry making Harry cry out as he came in his mouth. Harry tasted himself in Draco’s mouth then let Draco turn him face to the wall, prepare him and fuck him to oblivion, making him come again, his forehead laid on the arm bracing him against the wall.

They caught their breath and washed each other, kissing all the while, by mutual consent, holding back to let the tension build for the afternoon. They dried each other off and wandered back to their bedroom and dressed.

There was a rich aroma of coffee coming from the kitchen as their guests made an appearance, raking fingers through damp hair. Draco served coffees all round and they lounged around the table dissecting the previous night. Remus placed his hand over Severus’, “This is what we need, love, work and a place of our own”. Severus lifted Remus’ hand to his mouth and kissed it gently, “Well, I’m already applying as you know, and I have two interviews coming up”. Harry cocked his head on one side, “Interviews, Sev?”. The man grinned at his hosts, “Yes, indeed, I intend to go back to teaching. My skills are a bit lacking for Muggle University lectureship, but I can probably drill Chemistry into years one through three at Grammar school level”.

“What will you do, Remus?”, Draco asked, “Probably find a teaching post myself. I’m looking for something at preparatory level where the staff live out. I have no real desire to live in school anymore”. “Will you be staying up North?”. “No, we’re applying here in London. We wanted to stay near a bigger concentration of us, but that’s all gone to pot now”.

The boys glanced at each other, a slight nod, “You know, if you need a base, you’re welcome to our spare room until you get on your feet”. Both men were touched, “Thanks, chaps. We may have to take you up on it at some point”. Harry grinned, “We wouldn’t make an offer like that out of fucking politeness you guys. I mean we may have to take in the odd waif and stray as people head down to London. I mean, what if Alastor or Tonks are called to dowse someone that’s just made their way here, scared and alone. We’ve no cadre, no centre here anymore. It’s gonna be down to you and me, Dragon, and the new House”.

This gave them pause for thought and Remus was proud of Harry for thinking beyond the fact that he had his own home and still was prepared to help although both boys had full-time, demanding jobs. The subject of breakfast was broached next. “Well we can scrabble around and cook something or we can all bugger off to the pub. They do a splendid Sunday lunch and it’s already that sort of time. I vote for the pub, myself. Our shout”, Harry said.

Half an hour later, they were sipping pints and perusing the menu. Harry ordered for them at the bar and paid. He had a chat with Belinda then sat with a fresh round of beers. As they waited for their meal, Remus leaned across the table, “What are you doing for your birthday this year Harry?”. In truth, Harry hadn’t paid it much thought. His eighteenth had been truly dismal, coming, as it did, a few weeks after the Final Debacle. His nineteenth had been more fun, a night in the pub after his shift with a few of his work-mates who insisted on getting him totally bladdered, slipping him all sorts of noxious drinks until he didn’t know which way was up, then poured him into a cab, slipping the driver an extra fiver to make sure Harry got at least indoors before he collapsed.

He shrugged at the memories, “No idea, hadn’t really thought about it, to be honest”. Draco grinned and winked at their guests, “I have. Don’t think I’d forgotten, Harry. Your prezzie is on order as we speak. We can have a little soiree if you wish, my love”. Severus laughed, “You lot are real party animals aren’t you?”. Harry giggled, “You should have seen me last birthday. The guys at work got me so pissed, I swear I had a hangover for two full days afterwards. Muggles party hard and I think I’ve picked up some bad influences”.

Remus spoke up again, “Why don’t we all meet up in Manchester that weekend?. I hear there’s a place in the city centre where there’s loads of gay bars and I’d love to see it”. Harry grinned, “Oh, yeah, Canal Street. Jacinta took Draco and I a bit back, while he was working in Derbyshire. Yeah, why not, it’d be a laugh. Are you up for it, Dragon?”. “Why not, and we can land on Pansy and co. for a bed and see this new place all at the same time”. They agreed on it two weekends from now as their food arrived and all tucked into an excellent Sunday lunch, at least the equal if not better than Hogwart’s fare.

Replete with lunch, Draco bought the next round and they went into the games room. Severus’ face lit up at the sight of the snooker tables. Harry beamed, “You play?”. Severus effected a mock bow, “A noble game, the game of gentlemen”. Flushed with food and beer, Harry challenged him, the tables quiet otherwise. Severus accepted and Harry tossed a coin for first break, racked the balls and hit a devastating break shot, that stunned the other three. The gauntlet was well and truly thrown down.

He executed a lively opening break, three reds, sending down the black, the black, the blue, then missed the next red leaving the cue ball snugly behind the yellow. Severus stalked around the table, then glared at Harry, his eyes narrowing. Harry cast a sidelong flirtatious stare that the others picked up, making them laugh. He stood away from the table as Severus moved up, dipping down to assess the shot, straightening again, chalking his cue, then bending from the hip, lining his cue up. Draco whispered to Remus, “Nice arse”. Remus stifled his laugh and flirted a sideways look to the attractive blond at his side.

Harry spotted this as Severus took his shot, the red ricocheting in the mouth of the pocket. “Bollocks”, his heartfelt exclamation. “Good shot though, Sev”. Severus backed away from the table, “No points for nearly”, he mumbled.

Harry cleared another red, but seriously misjudged the blue leaving the remaining reds open to attack. Severus rubbed his hands together with glee, then ploughed into the pack sending them all over the table but potting a purler into the bottom left pocket. Harry groused over his cue and Severus winked, glanced around the room to ascertain witnesses; none, then poked his tongue out at Harry. The three laughed.

Draco saw where this was going, playing as seduction, loosening them all up. He slid down in his chair linking his hands behind his head and watched the game, ignoring but enjoying Remus’ eyes upon him from time to time.

Harry beat Severus soundly. They had the games room to themselves. Severus bowed and raised Harry’s hand to his lips, kissing it. Harry crowed, his cue in hand, “Who else will take me on?”. Draco stood. He’d been beaten last time, but he understood the principles better now, and, hell, he and Harry were rivals of old.

Severus sat beside his lover as Draco racked the balls and they tossed the coin. Remus nudged his beloved and whispered, “This should be better than Slytherin versus Gryffindor Quidditch. We’ve just got the two Seekers, and let’s face it, these two were the best players of their generation”. Severus sniggered, “I know, love, let’s just watch and be seduced...I mean entertained”. Remus grinned at the Freudian slip, “No I think seduced is right”.

Oh, how right. They tossed the coin and Draco won, ceding the break to Harry, who did a safety break bringing the white to baulk. Draco attempted a red, to be shouted a no ball. “Bollocks”, first blood to Harry. Who then smoothly racked up a 46 score, before fluffing a red. Draco stalked and paced, picking his red, then potting it, a perfect position on the black, cannoning into the remaining cluster but keeping it restrained. Harry grinned at his play and acknowledged the expertise of the shot.

Draco earned a respectable 40 but bollixed the blue into the top right corner and the table passed back. Remus and Severus were on the edge of their seats. At a glance, there were a few men who had drifted into the room and all were watching the boys with interest as the game hotted up. Harry bagged a red, the black, another red but was awkwardly placed and he buggered an attempt on the pink. Cursing softly, he ceded the table.

Draco stalked and scowled, aggressively chalking his cue, his only shot was a three-cushion job which even the best in the world would have found difficult. He attempted it anyway and missed, but drew a smattering of applause from the men who had wandered in, for his effort and murmurs of, “Nice shot, fuckin’ difficult”

Harry stepped up and huffed out a breath. Chalked his cue as he assessed the table. Too many of the colours pushed up to the edges. But if he did this with this red, then it would knock the black free then that red over there.... and he thanked Ron mentally for teaching him chess and strategy, the ability to see several moves ahead and attacked the table. In a blistering display he cleared the reds, each followed by the black, then mopped up the colours, finishing on a powerful black. The whole room cheered. Harry bowed modestly as he returned his cue to the rack.

He sat down with his lover and friends and in a few gulps downed his pint. Severus got the next round in as Harry felt a tap on his shoulder and looked up. A portly grey-haired chap who thrust his hand towards him, “My name’s John, we have a bit of a league in here and a few friendlies with other pubs. I’ve seen you in here a few nights. I take it you’ve not been here long?”. Harry nodded, “We’ve not long moved in, my flatmate and I”. John continued, “We have a bit of a knockabout Tuesdays. You’re welcome to come along, both of you”. Harry grinned held out his hand, “Harry. Nice to meet you, John”. The man held his hand out to Draco who shook it and introduced himself. “Wow, that’s a weird name. Were your folks hippies?”. Draco bristled for a moment then collected himself, “Yeah, something like that”.

Remus looked wistful as the men moved back to the table, “That’s what I want, Sev. A local pub where people talk to you. You can have a game and a few beers. Something everyday and normal, like getting on a bus to work”, he glanced at Harry, “Workmates who take you out for your birthday. Parties to go to. Something to get up for in the morning, and something to come home to at night”. Harry and Draco held surreptitious hands under the table and glanced at each other. They had this and it was rather wonderful, even though they may have to keep the gay Magical thing under wraps a bit.

They finished their beers and headed out. The sun was bright, making them all squint a bit. They bought fresh supplies from the corner offie before tipping into the flat. In a fit of childishness, they all vied and raced and pushed to be the first to the top of the stairs. All giggling as they reached the landing in a heap. Remus had Draco’s ear, then his head turned and his mouth presented itself and Remus gently claimed it in a soft deep kiss. Harry and Severus looked on, then tangled themselves together, sprawled on the landing, their tongues buried in each other’s mouths.

Somewhere along the way, they decided as one to move, directly to the bedroom. Harry bumped the door open with his hip, travelling backwards with two chunks of shirt in his grasp, Sev’s and Remus’. His eyes burned. Both men gulped at the intensity of those eyes without glass covering them. Deep green fire.

He threw them over the bed and they landed with a soft whump, smirking at Harry’s vehemence. Then Harry turned and pulled Draco to him and kissed him to within an inch of his life, then pulled away. “There’s something missing”, and dived out of the room. Music filled the flat moments later. Harry returned leaving the door open. Fixing his eyes on the men draped across his bed, he drew his phone out the turned it off. He kissed his fiance and stole his phone, turning it off also, “I’ve unplugged the landline”, he murmured, “No interruptions”. Draco tongued his ear in reply.

A sensuous track played and Harry and Draco danced. Moving sexily together and began to strip each other. Their guests watching, moving together, lazily stroking through clothes, aroused by the show. Then Harry knelt, removing Draco’s jeans and boxers, his eyes on his lover’s he took his length into his mouth, a few gentle sucks, enough to make Draco’s head tip over backwards. Leaving Draco twisting in the wind, Harry stood and enveloped his now naked lover in his arms for a long kiss, then stood back and let his lover strip him slowly, his tongue lapping at every bit of exposed skin, teasing and toying with his cock, which bobbed with every touch. The men on the bed were entranced by this display. Draco kissed Harry, “I think our guests have too many clothes on”. As one they homed in, watched their visitors kiss, then a touch from each drove the lovers apart.

Harry made a beeline for Remus. He’d had a crush on the man/wolf since thirteen and thrilled at his first taste of the man who moaned into his mouth as they kissed. A little adjustment, then perfection. Tongues exploring, tasting, small sounds from each as Harry tore and clutched at Remus’ clothes and the man helped, then skin touched skin, groins pressed together, cocks rubbing through extraneous cloth as fires built, stoked with touches steadily more confident. Then with a few moves the man was naked below him. Harry resisted the urge to devour and looked instead. The tendency to lankiness his own lover had. Nice wide shoulders, a fuzz of sandy hair on his chest. Well-made, shapely legs, beautiful slender ankles. An erection that curved slightly to the right, the man was gorgeous.

Reluctantly, Harry turned his attentions to Severus, but the reluctance only lasted a second as, between them, they peeled his clothes away to reveal his physical magnificence, not to mention that amazing cock.

Harry sat back on his heels, his knees spread, regarding all the naked beauty ranged around him. He licked his lips and just looked, he didn’t know where to start and chuckled inwardly. He watched his fiance squirm alongside Severus and kiss him. He watched a moment and felt a slow hand along his thigh. He smiled, ran a hand along Remus’ arm and they moved together and kissed.

Merlin, this boy has a beautiful mouth.

Their breathing was ragged as Harry nipped Remus’ earlobe, “Have you any idea how long I’ve wanted to do this”, in a tone that hardened Remus instantly. Harry could feel the man shake his head, even as it tipped back to allow Harry better access. As he bit down, he murmured, “Since fucking third year”, and growled, feasting on Remus’ neck. A low guttural moan was his answer.

They came around from their mutual neck-fest to find two pairs of eyes on them. The two Slytherins with lust in their eyes. Draco had the tip of his tongue at the join between upper and lower lip. Severus sat behind him, his dark eyes fixed to Harry and Remus, his lips and tongue brushing Draco’s shoulder as he watched.

Another track with a slow-fuck beat and Harry rose off the bed and drew Severus with him and into his arms to dance. Harry massaged Sev’s lower spine until it loosened, then pressed them together in a lust-filled dance, Severus echoing every one of Harry’s moves. They ground and dipped and kissed to the music showing lots of tongue, letting it get messy, biting and sucking at each other with abandon over neck and chest. Remus glanced at Draco then moved in to rock behind Harry. Draco, in turn, pressed himself into Sev’s back, his arousal evident as the track turned dirty.

With a heated kiss between Harry and Draco, they split, Harry with Remus and Severus with his blond godson. Harry grabbed the man/wolf and ground into him, making his intentions plain, he pushed them back on the bed, then turned them over so his lover was on top, “Fuck me, Remus. I’ve wanted this so long. Fill me. I want to feel you inside me”, Harry was almost delirious as he ground against him. Severus leaned over to his lover and drawled, “Let him and we’ll watch. Fuck him my Wolf. Fuck him hard. We will watch”.

With lust-filled eyes, Remus obeyed. Harry a mess beneath him. Then preparing and entering his tight heat, Remus almost embarrassed himself, then got a grip, stopping himself. From pounding. From taking. From coming too soon as Harry wriggled beneath him, lost in the throes of lust, then a whisper, a suggestion from his beloved forced him to pound, to take , to devour, and he collapsed over Harry in a sated puddle. Harry was not so sated. He twisted from under Remus, his cock still hard. His favourite Slytherins gave him the once-over then moved in. His arms spread wide to receive them. In moments Draco was seated on Sev’s cock and Harry was buried in him, them both face to face and kissing and licking as they simultaneously drove their ex-Potions Master insane between them. Sev was a total mess as he came down off the high of fucking Draco and having Harry fuck him. He was a limp rag as he curled around his Wolf and watched Harry comprehensively fuck his Dragon to oblivion before the other two could sleep