Tainted

VIII"¦

What are you going to do with your gift dear child?
Give life, give love, give soul?
Divided is the one who dances
For the soul is so exposed
---Creed

Lucius and Draco laughed, the sound flowing over Harry's body. They looked at each other, rising to their knees. Lucius' hands tugged at the shirt, pulling at it till it was up over his head in one easy sweep. Two sets of golden chests glowed in the candlelight, a light coating of sweat glided over their muscles, drawing Harry's appreciative eyes to them. He watched as the father caressed that flesh which he longed to with practised hands.

He knew how to drag the best responses from the younger body before him and he seemed to enjoy it, taking his time to trace the slight curve of his waist. He pushed Draco down beside Harry with a light touch, his fingers pulling the black slacks from his son's body.

"So beautiful," he whispered, the words and intense gaze causing the two boys to shudder. They looked at each other, grey eyes meeting green before they turned too each other, lips attacking, hands questing down two quidditch trained forms.

Harry could feel the passion from his two lovers wash over him, envelop his very soul. He forgot to breath, to think, to live. Now the need to give pleasure, to feel the passion rise until it overran everything else and his hands worked at drawing pleasure from the other boy beside him. His form wiggled and pulsed, pushing Draco onto his back, straddling his thighs and bringing their cocks into contact.

They groaned simultaneously, their voices echoing off the walls. They rocked slowly into each other, bodies easing over one another. Harry continued to rock into the blonde beneath him, his head thrown back, black hair fanning around his ivory skin.

Lucius sat back, watching the two young men before him bring themselves towards completion, even Harry, whose body had already given up an amazing orgasm. He watched the flesh shine with sweat as the boy tried to reign in his control. And we just can't have that, Lucius thought to himself.

It seemed that Draco had the same thought as his hand snaked out, wrapping around Harry's arousal. Harry gasped, panting hungrily, his own hands threading themselves in Draco's hair as he pulled himself down to attack those waiting lips. When Lucius's hands began to kneed at the flesh on his back, Harry groaned hungrily against Draco's lips, causing both of them to smile.

"Please don't stop," Harry whimpered as Lucius' hands snaked lower. He groaned as those fingers feathered over his ribs, before reaching his hips. They gripped his hips, grinding his erection against the curve of his arse.

"You've still got clothes on," Harry gasped, looking over his shoulder at the older Malfoy who was still in his black slacks.

"So I do," Lucius's voice was deep with lust. "Did you want to help me take them off?"

Harry did not need to be asked twice. He moved quickly off of Draco, making the blonde whimper with loss, eyes hooded as he watched Harry move towards his father. Long fingers teased the waistband of the slacks, dancing over sensitive skin. He eased them down slowly, moving down with them, taking his time to drive Lucius insane. Lucius wore no underwear and it made Harry smirk as the pants came all the way off the body before him.

He leant forward, taking the tip of the older man's erection between his lips, tongue running over the sensitive head. Lucius' groan made him grin, swiping the slit before taking the arousal down his throat.

Lucius was heat and steel in his mouth and Harry took his time tasting him, running his tongue around it. Fingers eased themselves around his scalp, pulling him almost unconsciously closer. Harry swallowed and hummed, drowning in Lucius's delirious groan above him. He could feel the waves of want and lust crash over him and he let them, drowning beneath them.

Draco could remain idle no longer it seemed as his fingers danced over Harry's flesh at his hips, scratching lightly, leaving faint red claw marks over unblemished skin. Harry moaned hungrily around Lucius, the sound reverberating across his tongue. Lucius couldn't help but buck into the tight heat that surrounded him.

"Daddy."

Grey eyes hooded with pleasure opened slightly, staring at identical eyes that watched him. A Quidditch roughed hand reached out, slowly stroking his jaw. The fingers brushed over Lucius lips and, as father and son stared at each other, Lucius slowly sucked the fingers between those lips.

Harry looked up, mouth still wrapped around Lucius, and groaned at the sight of the older man's hollowing cheeks, the way he worshipped his son. He sucked harder, seeing Lucius mirror the action around Draco's fingers. He rocked back into the kneeling figure behind him, delighted in the strangled sound his movement produced. If he died now, he would be happy just to have had them this once.

The fingers slipped from Lucius's mouth, the sound making all three men shiver. Two wet fingers trailed lightly down Harry's spine, a bare ghost of a touch before pausing at the base. They rimmed lightly around his entrance, teasing a sweet moan from Harry's full lips. The first push was gentle, exploring, the finger easing into him slowly. The light and gentle pace was sending him mad and he pushed back on the invading digit. But it seemed Draco would not be rushed, his other hand holding him by the hips as he continued to stretch his soon to be lover.

"Please," the whimper sounded breathless as Harry lifted his mouth from Lucius, looking over his shoulder at the blond behind him. "I'm not going to break." He gasped as the lone finger eased deeper, whined pitifully, his back arching.

"It's all right, my little Dragon, I don't think you are going to hurt him. He wants you too much," Lucius whispered, fingers threading slightly in Harry's hair, tugging gently.

"Please, Dragon," Harry's lust filled voice washed over them and Draco pushed in another finger. The fingers brushed over his prostate, causing another breathless moan. "More."

Draco was only happy to oblige, picking up the pace, his fingers moving in and out of Harry as the other boy went back to Lucius. He swallowed the older man rhythmically, pulling him quickly to heights that had him teetering on the edge. Harry pulled back quickly, slowing the pace, yanking him from the edge with a strangled groan.

Harry's groan was muffled as a third finger slipped into him, stretching him further. By Merlin, he thought, eyes closing and sucking harder on Lucius, I'm ready, fuck me all ready. Somehow he got the point across and Draco's fingers slipped from his body, replaced by something infinitely more satisfying. Draco teased him, running the weeping shaft along the dark haired teen's entrance, enjoying the way Harry writhed beneath him, silently begging him on. The thought of Harry begging was enough to make Draco groan, movement stilling.

Fuck me, the little voice in Harry's head chanted, sending him quietly insane. Two can play at this game.

And the little tease stopped moving, hands gripping Lucius's thighs to still the bucking in his mouth. The two Malfoy's held their breath, waiting to see how long Harry could hold still. Apparently they hadn't taken into account the Boy Who Lived stubbornness. Lucius was still trapped in the wet heat of his lover's mouth but unable to move.

"Damn it Draco, fuck him already or I'll do it for you," Lucius hissed out, trying to buck into Harry's mouth.

"If you say so, Daddy," Draco smirked, pushing himself slowly into Harry's tight heat.

Harry choose that moment to move. He slammed back against Draco, his lips acting as a suction around Lucius's cock as it drew halfway out of his mouth. Being filled so suddenly sent a sharp wave of pain through him that the younger man relished, pain that transformed almost immediately to pleasure at being filled. The identical sound both men made was music to Harry's ears and he mewed lightly.

Draco gripped his hips, "If that's the way you want to play it." He pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into Harry, pushing him back down onto Lucius's arousal. The pace was brutal and Harry found himself lost in the sensation of it all, feeling it all through his very soul.

The emotions reared up like a giant wave, hovering above him. His eyes closed he could feel Lucius and Draco, felt them fuse into him, become almost one with him in the final moments of this lust filled act. He felt completion, like he was made whole here in their hold, love coursing through his veins. He would never be the same person again. He would be theirs as they were his. Three parts of the same person, one soul in three bodies.

The wave crashed down on him and if his mouth had not been filled with Lucius, he would have screamed out to the heavens. He was finally home.

He came with such intensity that he could see sparks in front of his eyes. It took all his power not to clamp his teeth down on Lucius, though there was nothing to stop his throat and arse from crushing down on their cocks. They followed him instantaneously into their own completion, able to voice their pleasure in screaming his name, their minds and souls interlocking together in the wonder of it all. Harry's world went black.

When he woke Harry found himself on his stomach, lying almost completely on top of Lucius. Grey eyes were grinning down at him. Draco was wrapped around him as if his life depended on it. Both felt sated and warm, love and amazement radiating off them.

"That's never happened before," Harry managed in a tired voice.

"I'm glad," Draco muttered, sounding as exhausted as he did, "you'd be dead if that happened every time you had a fucken orgasm."

"Hey, I didn't hear you complaining." Harry tried to sound indignant. He would have succeeded if he wasn't purring like a cat as one of Draco's hands found its way into his hair and his lips were brushing lightly against his neck.

"Sleep now boys," Lucius murmured, "you can argue and suck each other off in the morning."

There were to delightful moans to the statement before all three fell into slumber.

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