Triangle of Lust

“Harry, I told Hagrid we’d be by after breakfast. We should probably head that way,” Charlie said, coming up behind them.

“You’re right,” he replied, then looked back at Sirius. “Please don’t say anything. Whatever it is that they have, at least she’s happier now then I’ve seen her in a long time.”

“Don’t worry, Harry,” he said, without agreeing. “You two be careful. Hagrid’s pets usually aren’t fun.”

“This one is,” Charlie said excitedly, before they turned and walked out the door.

Sirius looked around and was surprised to see Remus and Hermione missing. Feeling they really needed to talk, he set off to find them. What he found instead was his own fantasy come to life.

Remus saw the others talking and quietly led Hermione out the door and up to his room. He kissed her deeply and she returned the favour with passion.

“I’ve been waiting all morning to do that,” he breathed, before leaving a trail of kisses down her neck.

“Mmm, Remus, that feels so good,” she moaned as he began to undress her slowly.

“Did you have fun last night?”

Still distracted by his kisses, she felt forming complete sentences took entirely too much thought. “At first,” she whispered.

Remus pulled back and looked her directly in the eyes. “What do you mean at first? It seemed to me you enjoyed yourself enough to spend the night with him,” he said, with slight accusation in his voice.

Slowly she raised her hands to his chest and began unbuttoning his shirt. One button followed by a kiss, followed by another button and another kiss, until she was slowly licking right above his jeans and he was moaning into her touch. She stood back up and pulled the shirt over his shoulders and down his arms, trailing her fingernails across his skin as she went. She loved the way he rolled his sleeves up, showing his forearms; a slight bit of skin she could innocently touch, but she loved the way he looked without his shirt even more.

Trailing her fingers back up his arms and down his chest, she bent her head and began licking his taunt nipples. His hand gently cradled her head as he gave a low moan.

“Mione, you’re killing me,” he said, his erection even more prominent when she unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his legs. Once his underwear was removed, she stayed on her knees, drawing her fingernails up his thighs and along the length of his cock. Revelling in his soft moans and the way his body twitched and jumped at her touch, she slowly grasped the base of his cock and licked the seeping wetness at the tip. His hips thrust slightly towards her, but she continued slowly teasing him. She flicked her tongue out again, licking around the head, before slowly wrapping her lips around him.

He moaned even louder and cupped the back of her head once more. She swirled her tongue around him, then sucked him slowly into her mouth, allowing her saliva to coat his entire length. With a desperate cry, he threw his head back and thrust into her mouth, making her moan in pleasure, sending the vibrations throughout his body. She pumped his delicious erection with her hand, allowing her mouth to work its’ way the entire length, before drawing back, then thrusting forward again in time with him. She could hear his moans deepening and increasing, she could feel his want…his need to come. His body, his pleas, all exuded desire as she pumped him harder and faster.

Suddenly she stopped, looking up at him with a mischievous smile. He groaned and tried pulling her head back to him, pushing his hips closer to her mouth.

“Hermione, please. Need you so bad…please don’t stop,” he begged, still holding her head as she slowly rose back to her feet.

Taking in his pained expression, she caressed his length again, watching him close his eyes at her touch. She trailed her fingers up his stomach, around his waist, and along his back as she circled him; teasingly touching him everywhere she could reach. She skimmed her nails across his ass, making him groan again.

“Like I said,” she whispered, “at first.”

Noting his confusion, she began to explain the earlier conversation that he had completely forgotten.

“With you there, I felt like I was in Heaven. Having him touch me,” she whispered, slowly trailing her fingers up his chest as she faced him, “touch me while you watched, that was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever experienced.”

She took his face in her hands and made him look at her closely. He briefly took in her half dressed state before looking at her face, her expression serious as she continued. “He asked me to spend the night with him and I agreed.” She looked sadly at him for a moment, “you never ask me to stay with you, it was…nice. Then you left and we fell asleep. I woke up with him holding me and I suddenly felt as though I was betraying you, and that was a disturbing feeling.”

“Hermione, you weren’t betraying me,” he said, slightly unconvincingly.

Hermione noted his lack of conviction and inwardly smiled. “No, I don’t suppose I was. It was your idea that I sleep with your best friend. If there was anything other than sex between us, than I should have those feelings.”

She slowly ran her fingers around his body again, walking around behind him so he wouldn’t see the emotions playing on her face.

“Since all we seem to have is sex, then I should have been fine fucking another man without you, right?” she asked softly.

“I, uh, yea, I guess,” he stammered.

“Then we come to the final problem,” she said, facing him once more.

“What’s that?” he rasped, his voice heavy with emotion.

“I realized that, and this problem is entirely my own, that I have fallen in love with you,” she said quietly. “Now, I understand this is one-sided, and I certainly don’t want that to change anything between us, I just thought you should be made aware of…”

Remus’ lips came crashing down on her own. Bruising and rough, he kissed her with abandon. His arms wrapped around her and he pulled her tightly to his chest, kissing her deeply.

“Not one-sided,” he breathed, before dipping his head and tasting her again.

Hermione was returning his kisses with more passion than she thought she possessed. The man standing naked in front of her, kissing her like there was no tomorrow, had all but confessed his love as well.

He led her to the bed to finish undressing her. He lay her down slowly, skimming his fingers along her collar bone, the valley between her breasts, and around her navel. He watched in awe as her body shivered under his touch and her nipples hardened. Realizing that she was right, that they had both been in love, but tried so hard to keep everything ‘just sex’, he wanted this to be special for her. He wanted to watch her closely, show her with more than just words how he felt about her.

His hands slowly pulled her skirt down her hips and legs, then threw it over his shoulder and stared dumbly at her for a moment.

“No knickers? Had I known that…”

Keeping his eyes glued to her face, he lowered his mouth to her calf, gently kissing and licking his way up her leg, while his hands teased her excited flesh. Slowly, so very slowly, he kissed his way to her inner thigh, breathing in her scent while she whimpered above him.

“You smell so good, love. Like wildflowers mixed with your own sweet desire.”

Languidly, he licked her centre, causing her to moan and rock her hips to him. “You taste so good,” he whispered, before licking her again. His fingers circled her nub and her body twisted beneath him, making him hold her down with one hand as he quickened his pace with the other.

“Oh Remus!” she panted and fisted her hands into his hair, “Please more…oh yes!”

Her cries became louder, quicker and he drove his tongue into her again, flicking her clit with his finger. She screamed his name once more before climaxing around his tongue, her juices flowing into his welcoming mouth.

Smirking up at her, he said, “I would never leave you hanging. Shame that only works one way.”

“Come here,” she growled, pulling him up the length of her body and kissing him deeply. “Make love to me,” she added gently.

Remus smiled lovingly down at her before gently sliding into her. She moaned at the intrusion and he kissed her again. “I do love you, Hermione. I think I always have.”

“I love you, too,” she whispered back, not recalling being happier in her life.

He stopped his slow thrusts and looked at her as she regarded his pained expression closely.

“I don’t know if…I don’t think I can” he stammered and she motioned for him to continue. “I can’t give up Sirius, Hermione.”

Surprising him greatly, she grinned and chuckled. “I don’t think I could give him up now, either.”

Remus was off her so quickly she didn’t even see him move. The next thing she knew, her arms were bound above her head and a very unhappy Sirius Black was standing at the door, wand drawn and pointed at Remus, who was now bound to the chair and glaring daggers at his best friend.

Sirius had decided to check Remus’ room first, thinking that if they were doing what he was sure they were doing, they would have went to the closest room available. Opening the door, he saw Remus slowly pushing inside Hermione and then he heard her moan softly. The sound immediately went straight to his cock, making it harden unbelievably quick. He heard Remus’ voice say that he wasn’t going to give up Sirius, and then, with surprise, he heard Hermione say the same thing. It took all of a second for him to react, knowing full well what he was going to do and how he was going to get exactly what he wanted. He flicked his wand at Remus, sending him flying to the chair close to the bed. Then he waved his wand over Hermione, binding her hands to the headboard, before turning back and binding a very shocked and angry Remus to the chair.

“Well, isn’t this cosy?” he asked, slapping his wand into his hand as he walked further into the room. He turned and flicked his wand at the door, murmuring locking and silencing charms, before turning back to the naked pair.

“I was downstairs, having a nice little chat with my godson, when he let slip an interesting piece of news. It seems that my long-time lover and my new found lover have been lovers themselves for quite some time. Can you imagine my surprise?” he asked rhetorically.

Remus was still glaring at him and Hermione started to struggle against her bonds. Sirius walked over beside her and started stroking her soft skin lightly with his wand.

“Now, now, little one, there’s no reason to fight. Those bonds would hold a hippogriff if I wanted them to. You’re not going anywhere just yet.”

“Sirius, what the hell are you doing?” Remus snarled angrily.

“Aw, Moony, don’t be upset. I’ll let you play later if you behave. Right now however, I want to play with our witch, while you watch.”

Remus groaned loudly, suddenly understanding what Sirius was doing, but wondering nervously what Hermione would think about it.

Sirius slowly climbed on top of Hermione, straddling her legs with his own. He quickly waved his wand and all of his clothes vanished. Hermione gasped loudly and he noticed the mixture of fear and desire cross her lovely, flushed face.

“I’m not going to hurt you, my witch. Unless you want me to, then I’m sure we can arrange something. Did you know Remus likes to watch, almost as much as you do?”

She nodded her head slowly, desire coursing through her veins as his hands splayed across her breasts. She whimpered slightly when she heard Remus groan from the chair. Looking over at him, the desire and lust was evident in his eyes as he watched Sirius’ hands.

“Tell me, Moony, did our little witch tell you what she happened to see?”

Remus slowly shook his head and Hermione felt herself shudder when Sirius called her their witch.

“I caught her watching us, Moony,” he said, his eyes and hands never leaving Hermione’s body, stroking and caressing her breast, arms, and abdomen. “Right before the full moon, in the kitchen. You do remember, don’t you, Moony? The way you fucked me so hard…the way you made me beg for your dick? Yes, our little wicked witch saw that. It turned her own so bad I bet she masturbated for hours thinking about us.”

Hermione moaned again as his hands travelled lower, rubbing against her wet centre and making her arch into his touch. She still wasn’t sure what Sirius was doing, but her fear was quickly being overtaken by her desire.

“Tell her I won’t hurt her, Moony. Tell her how much you want to watch this.” His commanding tone was driving them both insane with want, with the need to be fulfilled.

“He won’t hurt you, love. He just wants me to watch him,” Remus smirked, then shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “He doesn’t like to watch, he likes to be watched.”

“True, but off point,” Sirius said casually as he softly caressed Hermione’s clit, making her hips lift slightly off the bed again, but his eyes never straying. “She watched us again just the other day, Moony. Did you know that? While we were in the library and she was playing the invisible girl. She snuck in and watched while I fucked your tight ass. I could smell her arousal, so strong, just like it is right now.” His eyes and his fingers never left her body as he continued on with his speech.

Parting her legs, he slowly sunk to his knees between them. She jerked on the bindings occasionally, but nothing like before, and there was no longer any trace of fear on her face, which greatly relieved him. He lifted her knees and spread her legs. Running his fingers along her wet opening, he slowly slipped two inside of her. She bucked off the bed wildly, trying to take in more of his fingers and she let him invade her.

Chuckling softly when she glared at him, he pulled both his fingers out of her and brought them to his lips, licking her off of him while she watched. Then, he grasped his dick, slowly lowering it between her legs, gently caressing her clit. She arched into his touch, trying to pull him inside of her, but he pulled away every time.

“I bet you wanted to be between us, didn’t you, little one?” he said, continuing with his rhetoric. “You want to feel both of us around your tight little body. I know you do. I can see it written all over your gorgeous face when I talk about it. You want us both, don’t you?” he asked, still gently rubbing his member along her clit and causing her to whimper and moan with the need for more.

“Don’t you?” he asked again, more forcefully this time and Remus’ eyes jumped to her face in anticipation.

“Yes,” she whimpered and barely registered the loud groan from Remus.

Sirius, however, heard the groan without problem and finally turned to face his friend, never once removing himself from his close proximity to Hermione. He picked up his wand and waved it at Remus once more, instantly freeing him from his bindings.

“If you’re a good boy,” he said huskily, watching his lover begin stroking himself, “we’ll let you join later.”


Sirius turned back to Hermione, hands roaming her body once more and he slowly leaned over her. He took first one nipple, then the other, into his mouth, eliciting moans and purrs from the crazed witch beneath him as she tried pushing him into her. Cupping her ass in his hands, he urged her to spread her legs wider as he lifted her up slightly.

“Gods, you drive me insane, witch,” he said hungrily, before diving down for another taste of her flesh.

Slowly he began thrusting into her, barely inching his way into her soaking heat with each thrust. She tried drawing him further inside of herself, but still, he deftly avoided each attempt. Moaning and wriggling beneath him, she began begging for more, chanting his name with each kiss to her breasts and short thrust inside.

Remus watched his two lovers on the bed, one completely controlling the other and both wanting so much more. He knew Sirius was drawing out the inevitable, making Hermione beg for him before he’d give her what she wanted, and in essence, give Remus what he wanted as well. He was harder than he’d ever remembered being, including with the full moon, and felt luckier than any other man alive. Both beautiful creatures on that bed were his. Sirius was his completely, and if Hermione agreed, she’d become his just as completely, but that was for a different time. Right now they needed to concentrate on making her a happy witch, with both of them.

When she started begging and wriggling on the bed, Remus couldn’t control himself any longer. He began stroking his cock in earnest, yearning for her completion as well as his own. Moaning loudly, he watched as Sirius finally embedded himself deep within her, making her buck violently against him as she screamed.

“Sirius, oh FUCK!” she yelled, gripping his ass harder with her heels and straining against her bindings.

“You feel so good,” he panted, “so damn tight.”

Remus groaned louder, his pumps quickening as he listened to their combined pants and moans. Suddenly Hermione looked over at him, hunger in her eyes as she looked at his swollen length.

“Gods, Remus,” she panted. “Please,” she begged him.

As, he started to rise and go towards her, she licked her lips and stared hungrily at his cock. Sirius was still thrusting into her, but was now watching Remus as well, an equally lustful look in his eyes as he watched Remus stroke himself. He slowly reached out and grabbed him, pulling him onto the bed by his cock before pumping his fist up and down quickly several times.

Remus groaned and tipped his head back, eyes closed, as he felt Sirius’ hand on him. Hermione whimpered at the sight before her and both boys looked at her.

“Feeling left out, love?” Remus asked quietly. He looked back at Sirius and wrapped his hands in his black curls, forcing their lips together. Sirius moaned low in his throat as Remus’ tongue darted into his mouth, fighting with Sirius’ own as they kissed passionately.

“Fuck! That’s the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen!” Hermione exclaimed, staring at them with wide, ravenous eyes.

They broke apart and Sirius continued his thrusts inside of her. Her eyes never left Remus as he slowly stroked his hands up her body, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples before touching her face. Wrapping his fingers in her hair, he slowly pulled her head around to face his cock.

“I believe you owe me,” he said, forcing his dick into her open mouth.

Chapter End Notes:
OMG can you feel it? They're so close...right on the edge...their orgasms just thrusts away...moaning and aching...desperately wanting so much more...so close they can feel it...and I just left them there!! LOL! Come on, that's it, Review for me baby! (wink wink)