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Double intervention


A/N: Oh ye gods, I am back!! Sorry for that, first there was Christmas ‘killing-me-softly’ season, then there was new years (before and after which no one sees the inside of a office in this country) and the unfortunate timing of my internet access being shut down for reasons still unknown. Then there was life, biting me in the ass and not letting go. Anyway, I survived but carry a cushion with me, in case I have to sit down somewhere. Truly sorry for delay.

My thanks to Jess who made this chapter what it is!


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Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. Not making money.
Warning: m/f/m smut. Don’t like it? Fine. Leave. See, very simple.

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After a few long moments of collecting yourself, your mind is as clear as crystal, the fogginess having left your body with that awesome orgasm. Hmm, something to add to your ‘most favourites ever’ list. Finally having control over your own mind and body again, your thoughts seem to be stuck on one mission.

And that would be vengeance, consisting of making those to men squirm by giving them some of their own medicine.

Disentangling and crawling off Sirius’ rather comfortable lap and newly wandering hands, you sit up. Without much persuasion you urge him to stand, facing Remus. Crawling as seductively on all fours that you can, you move to kneel in between them, having the wonderful view of Remus rather tenting crotch before your eyes.

Ah, time to give your deserving wolfie some attention. Your hands move to the fastening of the garment that is soon-to-be history. He sucks in his breath when you decide to place a few kisses beneath his navel while your fingers are greedily unzipping and unwrapping. Mmh, it’s like Christmas all over again.

Either there is a definite echo in this room or Sirius just decided to copy your action on himself. Can’t have that. Who has ever heard of someone opening your present?

Turning your head you throw him a cautioning look and he slowly removes his hands from his trousers with a look of a young child being caught steeling the cookie jar.

Once finished with stripping the wolf completely bare you turn to wizard number two; the overly anxious Mr Black. Remus starts running his hand casually through your hair while you are busy with the task of disrobing the before mentioned over-enthusiastic male. No longer in possession of the patience that teasing would require anymore you hurry to reach your goal.

“She’s quite a bit eager, Moony.” Sirius addresses his friend over your head.

You send a scolding yet playful look skywards. Look who’s talking Mr. Padfoot.

“But we wouldn’t want her any other way, would we?” Remus calms you and at the same time irritates you for speaking like you weren’t kneeling right in front of them.

Having reached your goal and feeling all enthusiastic yourself, you position Sirius next to his friend while moving in front of them still on your knees.

You were planning to get right to work. But all you can do is stare in admiration. The lines of hair down from their navels stand in great contrast that close to each other but both skins are nicely tanned and it is absolute pleasure to have those two finally-naked wizards standing in front of you. And of course, then there are the rather prominent and evident arousals right at eye level.

You lick your lips in anticipation but an obvious cough makes you look up, confused for a few seconds until you notice you must have been staring for quite a while.

“What are you doing?” One asks you.

“Nothing.”

“Yes, I noticed.” Comes the dry and rather desperate response.

“Well, I wouldn’t want to seem too eager.” You taunt.

An appreciative chuckle from the other descends down and you try to stifle the victorious grin but don’t seem to be succeeding much.

“Have you done this before?” asks a slightly confused Sirius. And slightly worried. Poor doggie, scared he isn’t going to get anything oral tonight? Shame.

You look him in the eye, one of your eyebrows raised in a mocking and definitely evil manner and you can see him relax visibly. There’s a good boy.

His hand moves down and he strokes along your jaw line with his index finger while admiring your face, a calm look now on his face and lots of anxiousness in his eyes that he can’t seem to hide.

“You might want to stop staring,” Remus throws in grinning, “I think you are causing Sirius to become all self-conscious.”

You can only snort at that. Yeah, as self-conscious as the Weasleys are infertile.

Without any further admiration of the wonderfully naked men before you, you close your mouth around Sirius’ erection while engulfing Remus’ with your hand.

Hearing them gasping and drawing in their breath is greatly satisfying and you make sure to up your tempo and pressure, instinctively causing the two to move closer together to make any kind of movement as easy as possible for you. Your free hand reaches up to cup Sirius’ sack while an adventurous finger finds that delicate spot of skin behind it and pushes firmly.

“Oh shit … that feels good.” He groans from deep within his chest telling you that you certainly found the right place and you continue your administrations, proving on how satisfying ‘eager’ can be. His hands move to entwine in your hair and he gently directs your movements. You decide to let him and follow his lead.

Twirling your tongue around the head and sucking non-to-gently every time you move your head back causes Sirius to groan regularly while Remus throws in a gasp for good measure every now and then. You can’t help that evil smile forming on your lips again. Well, as much as your current situation allows it. But it is there nevertheless, knowing full well that you have two extremely powerful and damn talented wizards at your complete and utter mercy. And the universe makes sense once again!

Wanting to distribute your attention evenly and forestalling a unwanted but rapidly approaching early ejaculation, you switch your mouth to Remus and give him the very same consideration that Sirius was the recipient of a few seconds before.

Applying both mouth and hand in a apparently very satisfying manner, it is his time now to moan and groan but he takes the liberty of throwing in a growl every so often. Much to your delight and newly building arousal.

More than see, you feel Sirius moving to crouch behind you. He starts to kiss along your spine, moving up to suckle on your neck while his hands move to the front to palm your breasts. When one hand moves down to your thighs and slowly moves up, the mindless fog returns and you have some difficulty attending to the matters at hand and mouth.

Remus hand moves to your hair but instead of directing you as you had expected, he pulls you away albeit with some difficulty.

“Padfoot.” Is all that Remus needs to get his friends attention. A nod of Remus’ head being enough communication, Sirius quickly nods in affirmation and moves to lie down.

In the meantime, Remus picks you up, bringing your mouths into contact and kisses you fiercely by forcing his tongue in between your teeth, searching for yours. His hands move down the side of your body and come to rest on your buttocks, kneading firmly. After a few seconds of mindless ravishing of the mouth he turns you around and you are met with Sirius lying on the rug, his hand firmly wrapped around his aroused member while a handsome smirk is directed at you, his hand never missing a beat.

“You ready to show Sirius how it really feels to be inside of your tightness?”

You nod and take a step forward. Receiving a playful slap on your rear you turn around, about to give Remus your two sickles but are faced with a very naked and very wand-armed werewolf who is already pointing it at your stomach and repeating the whispered words of the contraceptive charm. Completely floored at his ability to still have a gasp on the situation, you smile at him warmly to communicate your gratitude.

“You can thank me later,” he says while moving his mouth to your neck and nibbling on it. “For now, I want you to let go completely and enjoy what we have to offer.”

Oh, the werewolf doesn’t need to remind you. What he has to offer is currently pressed hotly against your skin and you are in no doubt that you will enjoy this. Very much so.

Turning you once again, he moves you to straddle the smirking wizard that seems to have been fed self-confidence with a spoon when still an infant.

Being in contact with Sirius skin finally is enough to reduce you from a self-proclaimed intelligent witch to a wanton goddess that has nothing more in mind than to please and certainly be pleased in return. A few experimental thrusts of your clitoris against his shaft later, leaves you panting and sweating and Sirius rather unsatisfied. His large hands move to your hips, positioning you above him. With one smooth stroke, he has you moaning when he invades your wet heat and sheathes himself to the hilt, filling you delightfully and finally giving your body what it has been desiring the whole day.

He tries to take charge by moving your body up and down but you quickly grab his hands, intertwining your fingers and pushing them down beside his head. This causes your upper body to bend in such a way that your nipples are in contact with his chest and it causes the most delightful friction to course through your body and settle low in your abdomen. When the complete absence of movement has him bucking desperately beneath you, you start to grind your hips in a circular motion, causing him to gasp in pleasure and tighten the grip on your hands while his mouth is in desperate search for any piece of flesh that he can suckle and kiss.

You absently notice Remus positioning himself next to you. Starting at your elbow, he moves kisses up towards your shoulder and dips his tongue into the hollow of your collar bone to lick off the delicate film of sweat that is covering your body. His mouth next to your ear he sucks in the lobe while moving one of his legs to straddle Sirius behind you, mirroring your body. His hands move to your hips while his body straightens slightly.

“That’s right,” he growls into your ear, the hot breath making a shiver run down your spine, “move those hips of yours.”

You groan in response and lean down to suck Sirius’ bottom lip between your teeth and gnawing on it while keeping the circular movement of your hips intact. Sirius is still trying to thrust up into you desperately, but Remus’ hands prevent his attempts.

Hot kisses are currently being trailed down your spine and Remus takes special care to lick each vertebra until he reaches the small of your back. His hands move to your backside once again and begin kneading, slowly relaxing your body for the unknown intrusion it will soon experience.

Not that that is much of a worry to you at the moment. You are quite content listening to the groans that are issued by Sirius into your mouth, ear or hair. Then there is that unbelievable look in his eyes that draws you into its spell and even though you would like to throw your head back and moan loudly, you can’t pry your eyes from the emotions transmitted to you through his gaze.

You anticipate every one of his little groans as he moves his head back, closing his eyes almost completely and his mouth moving in the most enticing as he feels every move your body makes.

You are ripped out of your fascinating revere when you hear Remus say a lubrication spell. Seconds later, the cold gel is causing goose bumps to appear on your arms and Sirius turns his head to kiss your wrist gently. Returning his gaze to your eyes he motions to his hands and you release the death grip you didn’t know you were applying.

“Sorry,” you whisper but he smiles and shakes his head slightly, letting you know there is nothing to apologise for.

He quickly moves his hands to cradle your face when he sees the minute look of shock upon feeling Remus pry your bottom cheeks apart, feeling his shaft grazing against the tight ring of muscles of your anus.

“Ready?” Sirius questions. You are about to answer when you notice that the question must have been directed at Remus, who growls softly.

You are extremely confused when you feel Sirius sliding out of you but he kisses you quickly and explains, “That way it won’t be to strenuous for you,” and on a second thought he adds, “trust us.”

Ok, whatever they say. It is more than obvious that they weren’t building male ego when they confessed to having done this before. Who are you to judge?

Your thoughts are quickly averted, considering that Remus is starting to gently push inside. At first you don’t really feel too much discomfort but as soon as he pushes past a certain barrier a sharp pain causes your body to tighten instinctively. Damn, that hurt like hell.

Remus grunts and holds onto you so strongly that you would not be surprised to find that flesh with a blue shimmer tomorrow. Not that that is of any concern to you right now. It probably isn’t too comfortable for him at the moment either. He stops and whispers words of relaxation into your ear.

Forcing yourself to calm down, you breath in deeply and are apparently succeeding. You can feel you muscles releasing their tight grip on him as your body adjusts to the new situation. Sirius helps by pulling your face down and distracting you with a voracious kiss and soothing your body with gentle strokes of his hands. His tongue dives in when a small gasp leaves your mouth, searching for yours. Stroking it, he sucks it into his mouth and effectively helps you to divert your mind to the pleasurable aspects of the current situation.

You finally relax fully and Remus is able to slide in completely. It feels kind of nice now. The poor werewolf is breathing heavily but still manages to inquire of whether you are ready for him to start moving. After your affirmation, he holds your body still with his hand on your hips, while pulling out again. Any pain that should have been there is forgotten when Sirius’ finger finds your aching clitoris and starts stroking it while moving to kiss you again.

Remus soon establishes an even rhythm, pulling your body against him with every thrust that he makes. When he speeds up, he is distracted by Sirius telling him that it is about time he joined in the little fun. Remus apparently agrees and stops though his body is jerking, seemingly no longer under his control.

Sirius situates your joined bodies and moves into you again, this time with more care and slowness than before.

And you feel deliciously full, your desire bursting over and you have problems focussing your eyes as your body reels in the new sensation. Not that an added sensation such as sight could possibly be processed at this stage.

When Remus resumes his thrusting, both are pulled and pushed into your body simultaneously. You can’t differentiate between pain or pleasure. All you know is that it is building. And that it’s release will be most incredible. Your senses are in complete overload and your orgasm is quickly and inevitably approaching.

All three bodies are moving in coordination, a movement that does not originate in the analytical mind but is rather inborn into every living creature. Sirius is groaning underneath you and Remus is kissing and nipping the nape of your neck, growling against your reddened skin

After a few long moments, the animagus starts pushing up into your body out of tune with the werewolf. Their shafts are rubbing against each other through the thin barrier between them, giving you the most exquisite feeling. Now, one pushing in while the other is moving out, you come completely undone, muscles going into spasm, breaths coming in short pants, eyes tightly shut to savour the feeling of abundant desire inside your body. A finger nudges your clit and another one pinches you nipple and you start convulsing around them violently, drawing them in deeper while your orgasm hits with a ferociousness that you have not even imagined before.

For seconds that feel like hours, you take in everything that is going on and you can feel them throbbing in your body, close to their own release. Within an short interval, they burst inside of you while you are still riding your own wave of pleasure that seems never-ending. Sirius’ breathing is exceedingly laboured but he still manages to release a few words of appreciation while Remus’ nipping at the nape of your neck has turned more into a bite, holding you in place.

Eventually, all three of you collapse in one heap of tangled and sweaty limps, breathing harshly and trying to regain some control over bodies that are still throbbing and trembling.

You can feel their fluid leaving your body again, causing your thighs to become sticky with the evidence of the joined release. Your muscles are heavy and your heart is beating at an unnatural rate. Completely exhausted you fall into a state of sleepy wakefulness.

Having no grasp on time, you have no idea on how long you have been lying there. Appears like a cleaning charm has effectively cleaned your body of any remaining stickiness and Sirius and Remus are talking in hushed voices, seemingly debating the venue of where to spend the night. In your dream-state you learn that it is Sirius’ room that has been decided upon. Fine by you. How you will get there is certainly another thing altogether. Not like you can walk.

Apparently you won’t need to because Remus has just scooped you up into his arms and he is following Sirius who is leading the way. A content yet tired smile graces your lips when you see the ex-convict climbing the stair in all his glory. Snuggling your face into the crook of Remus neck.

Having reached the room, Sirius throws back the covers and Remus gently lays you down. Extinguishing the lights, they crawl into the bed on either side of you. You bring your arm over Remus torso and Sirius is spooning your body. With the most peaceful feeling you fall asleep, lulled by the breathing of your two companions.

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Finis.

A/N: Aww, good nighty night. You deserved it. Love MP