It all started with a book ... ...

A night of three – The beginning


A/N: Chapter also dedicated to JESS, who basically came up with half of it (again) and sent me a few owls of inspiration, not stopping till it was finally right! Thank you for all your muse -ing and encouraging mail and informing on me what needs editing! (hope you like the changes) My love and respect to you!! Hope you like the part you haven’t read yet. :p


`*´-`*´-`*´-`*´-`*´-`*´-`*´-`*´-`*´-`*´-`*´-`*´-`*´-`*´-`*´

Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. Well, maybe the minute plot, but I don’t think it’s really worth claiming.
Warning: m/f/m smut. Don’t like it? Fine. Leave. See, very simple.

`*´-`*´-`*´-`*´-`*´-`*´-`*´-`*´-`*´-`*´-`*´-`*´-`*´-`*´-`*´


Dinner was excellent. And apart from the intense and intimidating glances from both your companions, it wasn’t to awkward. Actually you had a grand time. The two are obviously very humorous on their own but together, they are hilarious. You were clutching your ribs until tears trickled down your cheeks from their stories about their years spent at Hogwarts.

It is uncompromisingly obvious how well they know each other. Kind of shows when one finishes the sentence of the other. They have an easy-going bond brought about by an age-old friendship. However, they managed to never make you feel like an intruder.

The exquisite food was finished first, along with two bottles of red wine. You noticed that Remus was greatly holding back on the consumption but you figured he did not want to lose his control. You certainly know what ensued last time that happened. Slowly but surely you are feeling the effects of the alcoholic liquor and as a group, you decide that it would be much more comfortable to continue the evening in the living room.

Accompanied with lots of chair scraping everyone rises, laden with wineglasses, some peanuts and another bottle or two. Wouldn’t do well to dehydrate now, would it? Remus opens the door and Sirius gestures for you to pass through. Damn annoying smirk seems to have multiplied. On both Sirius’ face and Remus’ face now. But you decide to give the two boys what they are obviously so eager to see. So, with as much grace as possible, you glide ahead while swaying your hips and thanking all the mighty god for tiny, black, lacy knickers.

You decide to sit on the fluffy rug between the armchair and couch. Never would have guessed. Remus half lies down on the couch and Sirius plonks down on the downy, fireside chair. One of his legs is draped casually over one armrest and his eyes won’t leave your body. Not that you mind. Hungry male eyes are simply such a boost for your ego.

The two continue their recollection of their adventurous past. And finally it hits you. Those buggers. Very offhandedly you but the question out there, letting it hang in the room like a well placed mistletoe.

“Where’s Snuffles?”

They have the decency to look ashamed which counts in their favour. Hell, their bodies count in their favour. But you try not to let that distract you too much. You are so NOT succeeding.

Oh, and then the fun begins. They both start stuttering. Remus informs you that he threw him out. Unfortunately, Sirius just told you that Snuffles is upstairs, sleeping.

Yep. You rock.

After some more mumbling and embarrassing moments, Sirius finally pulls together his infamous Gryffindor pride and tells you that he is Snuffles himself.

“I gathered that much.” Although you try to sound stern, the corners of your mouth can’t be controlled and twitch slightly.

Luckily, the alcohol does its reputation justice and you notice a definite shift in the previously hesitant atmosphere. Remus smiles apologetically and you throw him a look that bluntly means he is forgiven. Sirius on the other hand does not seem to bother with apologising. His look is lecherous while he pops the last peanut into his mouth.

You don’t know why (but are more than willing to blame it on the wine!) but you quickly blurt out, “Hey, I wanted the last one!” To emphasise your point, you cross your arms and pout.

“Fine. But you’ll have to come and get it.” Oh god, his voice is so husky.

You throw a glance in Remus’ direction who gives you and encouraging nod together with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. On all fours you make your way over to the fluffy chair and place both your hands onto the armrests. You are now situated between his spread legs, at eyelevel with his smirking mouth.

Sirius opens his mouth and you can see the peanut on his tongue, mockingly waiting.

You extend a hand intending to take it, when he reaches for your wrist. He presses a kiss against the inside of your wrist and speaking against your skin he tells you that if you really want it, you’ll have to get it. Without the use of your hands.

You suppress the urge to tell him that he might not enjoy it to much if you tried to retrieve the little bugger with your toes. Instead, you cast another look into Remus’ direction only to see that he has moved to the edge of his seat, quite obviously to get a better view. A hand gesture, telling you to ‘go ahead’ and a raised eyebrow later, you return your gaze to Sirius. He has now placed the peanut between his teeth and is grinning shamelessly down at you.

The little nut vanishes, “Are you up for the challenge?” he asks you with a questioning arched eyebrow and an unbelievable sexy, deep voice.

It’s not in your nature to refuse a challenge, especially when it is in such an erotic atmosphere and you are basically reduced to goo by the two pairs of eyes boring into you. Especially if those eyes belong to two such devilishly delicious wizard-gods.

You nod ever so slightly and feel your face being cradled in his large hands as he pulls your lips flush against his. You melt away happily while your eyes flutter shut, his tongue quickly nudging your lips apart and diving in. Not that you are able to resist.

He explores your oral cavity with his tongue expertly, while his fingers move from your face to stroke along your throat and collarbone. His tongue never ceases its slow and deliberate movement that is making you feel all scatter-brained. His other hand moves the hem of the t-shirt up and strokes along the small of your back. Then it dips beneath your knickers and caresses your buttock. Merlin, these hands!

He moves his body forward and an unmistakable erection is pressed into you. This causes you to moan softly and he scrapes his teeth along your tongue that is buried deep inside his mouth.

He pulls away slightly and kisses the side of your mouth and proceeds with tracing the whole outline of your lips with his tongue. Then he gently nips at your upper lip and continues by blowing his breath against your moist lips.

Then you feel it. A kiss in the nape of your neck, accompanied with a body moving in behind you. Remus. Sirius moves his hands back to your face which gives you ample of evidence to be sure that Remus found your little show extremely arousing. A deep and lustful groan escapes you mouth when both hard erections are pressed into your body. It’s the most amazing feeling you have ever felt.

Even though it seems to go on for hours, you are incapable of processing any logical thought. Sirius pulls away and you look at his smiling face and intense eyes. They are so dark now that you can’t distinguish between his pupils and irises. Eventually, you register that the peanut that started this little ordeal is now happily sitting on your tongue.

So, from being snogged senseless by the best friend of your new shagging partner, you are once more reduced to the confused little witch in a shirt and black knickers when your brain kicks in again. Pathetic little thing!

Remus seems to sense your hesitation and gently moves back onto the rug, pulling you along with. The dancing flames from the fire beside you seem to cast everything into shades of yellow, orange and red. The only other source of light are a few candles at the other end of the room. And in your field of vision is a very sexy and thoroughly snogged looking Sirius.

Remus gently starts stroking and massaging your back and it seems to relax you again. Actually, you are happy that there seems to be no rivalry between the two. Moreover, you are more than intrigued to see on where exactly this evening is heading.

You wonder if this has happened before. That one of these Adonis’ bedded the witch of his friend. With consent of the other. Again, your vocal cords betray you and take action on their own accord.

“So, have you been with the same woman before?”

You quickly clasp a hand over your mouth to cover some of the shocked expression on your face. You watch Sirius’ smile grow wider and wider and feel Remus hot breath wash over the side of your neck. He kisses that particular spot under your earlobe slowly, tantalisingly.

“Yes,” he informs you, then trails his tongue up the side of your ear. When he continues speaking, it is so soft that you need to strain your ears to catch it, “sometimes even at the same time.”

Your breathing stops and as hard as you might try, you can’t grasp a single, logical though in your heated brain. The implication of his last statement slowly sinks in. All of a sudden, the outcome of the evening seems quite certain. Well, not the details but you surely will be one happy, satisfied witch at the end of it. Probably without a shirt and black knickers.

Sirius is back on his hands and knees, mirroring his actions from a few moments ago. Slowly, he coaxes your legs apart enough to sit in between them. He scoots as close as possible and starts drawing intricate patterns up the outside of your legs. Upon reaching your knees, his fingers move inwards, leaving a blazing trail behind while moving further and further upwards.

Remus hasn’t ceased with his kissing and nipping on your neck and his hands are tickling up and down your arms. Then they are suddenly moving up, underneath your shirt, caressing the sides of your body and making you squirm.

Sirius has finally reached his goal. The infamous black knickers. One of his index fingers draws a straight line down along them and moves back up again with a bit more pressure. All you can do is whimper.

“Do you like what Sirius is doing to you?” Remus’ deep voice asks you.

“Mh hmm,” You have no grasp on speech and you close your eyes, enjoying the sensation while biting your lip.

“Good.” He growls his response into your ear. The cute werewolf is still worried about your well being, making sure you enjoy the attention these gods are bestowing on you.

You feel fingers hook into the sides of your knickers and you look at Sirius face in front of yours. He pauses his movement and you quickly raise your hips, letting him know that it is alright to continue. Slowly and sensually he rolls them down your legs, capturing your lips in another heated kiss while doing so.

It is different this time. He is letting you know exactly how much he desires you and his lips and tongue are more demanding whilst providing you with the most wondrous feeling and leaving you begging for more.

He puts both his hands under your knees to raise them in order to divest you of the lacy material for good. Remus, having set your upper body on fire, leans back so your t-shirt can finally leave your body without obstruction. Within seconds you are left completely naked and exposed to the sweeping eyes of Mr. Black. While he inspects every dip and rise your body possesses, you notice that both wizards are still completely dressed. Although you wouldn’t mind their naked flesh before your admiring gaze, it is an unbelievable empowering feeling to be nude at the moment.

You lean back into Remus and arch your back due to the sensual feeling of his clothed chest caressing your bare back. His hands take the opportunity to skim up your ribs and cup your breast, gently rolling and pinching your erect nipples.

Your eyes lock with Sirius’ and the connection is so intense, you could swear that bits of electric shocks move from one to the other via the gaze. Was that you this morning, thinking about not liking the voyeurism? Well, your opinion makes a 180 degree turn when his eyes sweep down to your breast and Remus’ hands. You can feels yourself getting more aroused and wetter than you have ever been before from this simple action.

You groan out aloud when Sirius licks his lips in a starving manner. The werewolf currently driving you insane tells you to relax and enjoy, reminding you that you are in control of the happenings. Hah! A bigger lie has never been told. You fight the urge to see it his nose has grown and are thankful for his concern instead. His lips brush your temple and you turn your head to engage his mouth into some duelling with your own.

Your body jerks when Sirius plants a kiss on your knee, tracing it with the tip of his tongue. With open mouthed kisses, his tongue snakes out every now and then while his mouth is making its way up your leg. His mouth soon engulfs the sensitive skin over your hip bone while his hand moves to told the other side of your waist. You twist in their grip, forcing your body closer to their claiming mouths.

One of those wonderful hands you had been watching so intently during breakfast is moving closer and closer to the aching centre between your legs. Excruciating slowly, one of those long fingers dips between your folds, spreading the wetness and brushing against your clitoris.

You moan against Remus’ lips, seeking his tongue and sucking it into your mouth.

“So wet.” Sirius states through heavily lidded eyes. You break the kiss and watch him bring his glistening finger up to his mouth before it vanishes between his lips.

You whimper again and Sirius curves a questioning eyebrow in your directing. He brings his finger back between your legs for a few moments and then towards your mouth. You open your mouth, expecting to give it the same ministration you gave Remus’ when he was feeding you that chocolate. But Sirius shakes his head and tells you to close your mouth. Then he covers your lips with your own essence by dragging his finger over them repetitively.

When he is finished, he nods his way towards Remus, “Kiss him,” he tells you and you are more than eager to comply.

It is one of the most sensual things that you have ever done. Remus seems more than pleased, judging from the rumble in the back of his throat. He brings one of his hands up and cradles the side of your face. All the while, your tongues are brushing against each other and sharing the taste of your arousal. Leaning back further into him you soon notice you aren’t the only one turned on to no end.

The one nipple that Remus neglected when moving his hand to your face, suddenly experiences the warmth and wetness of the inside of Sirius mouth.

That is the last straw. You lose the last grip on the situation you were holding on to and let yourself go completely. You don’t care if your moans a too loud in the quiet of the room. You forget your name, date of birth and everything else. All is reduced to the natural and habitual actions like breathing, seeing and feeling. Feeling four hands and two mouths are devouring every last bit of your achingly eager body.


`*´-`*´-`*´-`*´-`*´-`*´-`*´-`*´-`*´-`*´-`*´-`*´-`*´-`*´-`*´

A/N:

So, want me to continue??? *evil grin* Just kidding!

Thanx again to everyone who reviewed! It’s what keeps me writing!

Peace&Love
MP