Danse Macabre

Disclaimer: Characters still aren’t mine.

Warning: Slash threesome, be warned.

Author’s Note: I’d actually almost forgotten about this story. But here’s the long awaited threesome chapter. Enjoy.

Intimate Encounters

Here. Lucius wanted to do *that* *here*. Remus honestly wasn’t sure how he felt about that. Severus was most likely well on his way to being drunk, and Lucius…

//Oh, just have a drink yourself and you’ll be fine.// Remus told himself. He’d agreed to it already, he couldn’t very well back out. And honestly, what would be the harm in it? They both wanted to.

“Exactly how are we supposed to do this?” Remus found himself asking, realizing he didn’t have much of an idea as how threesomes were suppose to go.

His question was met with a chorus of laughter. That did not bode well, at least in his opinion. Laughter did not put him in a very erotic mood. But Lucius tipped his head back with one slim finger, and kissed him rather leisurely. That certainly helped with his mood.

It was odd, Remus reflected, to be watched while doing this. He was well aware of Severus’ eyes on them. The fact made him a bit self conscious, really. He closed his eyes, parting his lips hesitantly to Lucius’ questing tongue. Perhaps this had been a bad idea.

“We should move this to the couch, I believe.” Lucius hissed his ear, adding the extra effect of his tongue to his words.

“Yes.” Remus nodded, a bit dumbly. His robes fell away when he stood, and he felt awkward. He’d never been one to worry about his body image, and it wasn’t as though Severus hadn’t seen it before, but…

This was different somehow. He felt as though Severus’ physical attraction to him was something he *needed*, but for Lucius. As if he felt Lucius needed to be reassured that his lover was indeed attractive. It was a silly thought, really, but one he found he couldn’t shake.

Severus was watching him. Remus met his eyes briefly, before settling down next to him. He looked to Lucius expectantly.

“Honestly Remmie, you’re going to make me think you’re an innocent.” Lucius chided, draping himself over he couch beside his lover.

“He is nothing of the sort.” Severus snapped, and Remus jumped when he felt the other man’s hand on his hip.

“No.” Remus agreed, smiling softly. He was not an innocent in the least, but he was nervous. He saw Lucius’ eyes drop to Severus’ hand, and saw his small nod of approval. Remus turned his head, placing a hand in the center of Severus’ chest.

“I’d prefer if you did *not* play quite so coy.” Severus told him, his hand moving boldly over his hip to hook into his undergarments.

“I’ll do my best.” Remus promised, closing the distance between them to kiss the dark haired man. It had been a *very* long time since he’d kissed Severus. He closed his eyes, his tongue running over thin lips, his hands seeking the fastenings of Severus’ robes. He could feel Lucius shifting behind him, hear the rustle of his clothing.

Severus’ free hand came around him, reaching somewhere behind him. Helping Lucius with his robes, most likely. Remus felt his undergarments slid down, and he shifted his hips to allow Severus to remove them. He was naked between them now, and the thought sent a small shiver up his spine.

He felt Lucius’ bare chest pressed against his back. His lips were on his neck. Hands were everywhere. He let out a small moan-half in pleasure, half in disappointment-as Severus pulled his lips away. The fact that they joined Lucius’ on his neck was only a small consolation.

Severus’ robes were halfway off now. Remus ran his fingers over smooth skin, leaning back against Lucius to better see.

Severus had grown since the last time they were together. His once scrawny form had developed into slim, lean muscle. Remus watched eagerly as the black haired man shed his robes, revealing nothing on underneath.

“Are you simply going to stare?” Lucius asked, his fingers brushing teasingly over Remus’ straining erection. He found he couldn’t quite speak. Shaking his head, he ran his palm over Severus’ thigh, up his stomach and to his chest, pushing him gently back.

Lucius moved back as well, presumably to give Remus more room. He lowered his lips to Severus’ neck, his hand playing back down his torso to rest against his hip. He was teasing, and it was obvious. But he imagined Lucius would enjoy it like this.

Severus’ skin was slightly salty from his sweat, but still sweet. Remus could taste the arousal on him, and with agonizing slowness he ran his fingers along the underside of Severus’ shaft. He was rewarded with the man under his shuddering slightly, and a soft sigh. He ran his fingers along the same path, again and again. Severus was trembling, arching his hips and moaning softly.

Remus could feel Lucius’ hands on his back. They were kneading and caressing, running up and down his spine in a quite delicious manner.

Deciding he’d teased Severus long enough, Remus wrapped his fingers firmly around the slender man’s twitching erection. It was slick by now, and warm in his hand. He shuddered himself as Lucius’ hands came around him, playing over his chest and stomach. He could feel his lover’s erection pressing into the small of his back, and he pressed back against it.

Why had Remus been reluctant, in the beginning? This was amazing, purely and simply. It was quite easy to forget the tediousness of only an hour or so ago. Easy to forget about the Lady Malfoy, and her hordes of female friends, all flocking about in the main rooms. It was easy to forget Lucius’ darker dealings, and the war that was brewing in the greater world.

He shifted again, his tongue tracing patterns on it’s way down to Severus’ erection. He took his hand away, kneeling on the couch between Severus’ legs.

“Good…gods…” He heard Severus exclaim, as he took him into his mouth. He felt Lucius’ fingers at his entrance, slick and warm and insistent. Oh, but that felt good. He sighed around Severus’ shaft, pressing himself firmly back nst nst those talented fingers. He was rewarded with the tip of one sliding inside of him, just enough to drive him mad.

This was, he decided, the most erotic experience of his life. Whatever else he had given that honor to paled in comparison. He moved his lips over Severus’ erection, feeling hands tangled in his hair. Lucius’ finger slid in deeper, and Remus had to concentrate hard not to bite down.

He needed to focus. He introduced his tongue, which received a *very* warm welcome in the form of Severus gasping and clutching his hair tighter. He pressed the flat of his tongue against the underside of Severus’ erection, moving it ever so slightly.

The sensations were overpowering him, really. Lucius slipped a second finger in, and Remus whined piteously. He moved his lips over Severus’ erection, tongue tracing each slight ridge. Lucius’ fingers were withdrawn, but Remus knew what was coming next. He braced himself as he felt his lover enter him, the muscles in his throat tensing and releasing with his effort to stay calm.

Lucius was *not* in the mood to take things slow and easy, it seemed. He gripped Remus’ hips, driving into him rather forcefully. One hand trailed down, between Remus’ legs, to attend to his neglected erection.

It was sensory overload, at this point. He gripped the base of Severus’ shaft, working his mouth over him quickly and firmly. Lucius’ hand on him was bringing him rapidly to his climax-not that it was going to take much, all things considered.

Severus was finished first. Remus tensed as he felt the black haired man’s climax, pausing his movements against Lucius to accommodate.

He released Severus, resting his head against the other man’s hip as Lucius thrust into him almost painfully. Merlin, it was amazing. He felt his own body beginning to jerk, felt his belly tighten, and he cried out as he spilled his peak across Lucius’ hand.

It was over too soon, really. He felt Lucius release inside of him with a strangled cry, felt him collapse against his back.

They were all exhausted and drenched in sweat. The scent of sex hung heavy in the room, and the couch was quite uncomfortable with all three of them collapsed onto it.

Remus couldn’t move. He was pinned rather effectively between Lucius and Severus, and his lover was still inside of him. No one spoke.

Remus closed his eyes, shifting into a more comfortable position. He was sticky and hot, and he could use a bath.

“I hate to…break this up…” Remus muttered, pushing himself up awkwardly. “But I think it would be best if we cleaned ourselves up…”

“Yes.” Lucius agreed, and Remus sighed a bit as he pulled out. He rolled off of the couch, finding the floor quite a bit more comfortable. He’d really prefer to just stay there, if he could. But he couldn’t. He smiled softly, as Lucius offered him a hand up.

“I must be going, actually.” Severus was already pulling his robes on.

“So soon?” Lucius was very near close to pouting. “A pity.”

“Yes. Thank you for the...eventful evening.”

Remus couldn’t quite understand how Severus could be so very calm and aloof after what had just happened. He himself was still having trouble forming complete sentences.

“You’re always welcome in our home.” Lucius said, kissing Severus lightly on the cheek.

“I shall keep that in mind. I’m going to be rather tied up, the next week or so, but I’ll drop by again when I get a chance. Lupin, pleasure seeing you again.”

And that was that. Remus was stunned really. He’d had casual sex before, but nothing like that. It was…it was as if it hadn’t even happened.

“Come.” Lucius held his hand out, smiling warmly. “To the bath, and then to bed.”

Lucius was acting quite the same way. Didn’t he realize what they’d just done? How could he not. It was another reminded that Remus had entered a whole new world, really.

He did hope that this sort of thing wouldn’t happen very often.

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