A Helping Hand

Title: A Helping Hand
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sirius/Remus/Severus
Warnings: Double penetration
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money is being made off of this.



It had seemed like a brilliant idea at the time. These things generally do around midnight when everyone’s had a drink or two. It had been Remus’ idea. Not surprisingly, he’d had the most to drink out of the three.

It had started out rather innocently. Remus had broached the idea to his lover that perhaps they ought to have Sirius over for a few drinks. The other man had been feeling a bit down, and Remus had decided all he needed was a bit of company. Even if that company did include Severus Snape.

It had been agreed, and on a Friday evening in early spring Sirius had showed up with a case of beer and a forced smile.

The evening got off to a rocky start. Remus had launched into the time honored tradition of making enough conversation for three people. He’d chattered on about tea, books, his dog….anything he could think of. Severus and Sirius muttered appropriate comments at random intervals, drinking and ignoring one another.

The evening grew later. Remus’ chattering took on a more personal nature, as he ran out of doggy jumpers to describe. And Severus had been drinking as well, and was now rubbing Remus’ thigh unconsciously.

“You know, I really don’t want to hear anything about your sex life,” Sirius snapped, eyes darkening suddenly.

“Er…” Remus frowned. “All I said was it’s freezing in the dungeons in the morning and half the time I’d rather stay in bed…”

“Oh, it’s what you meant,” Sirius grumbled. “The hidden words. The ones between the lines.”

“Black…you’re drunk.”

“Oh no. You’d know if I was drunk.” Sirius said the words with dark foreboding that received only a raised eyebrow from Severus.

“No one’s drunk,” Remus interjected. “But really Sirius, you’re reading far too deeply into things.”

“No I’m not.” Sirius still sounded like a sullen child denied a sweet. ‘You brought me over here and now you’re flinging your…whatever it is you have in my face!”

“Black, why don‘t you shut up?”

“Why don’t you stop groping my best friend?”

An uneasy silence settled over the table, all eyes locked on Severus hand, still casually resting rather high on Remus’ leg. The tension took on the feel of an America saloon just after someone has uttered: ‘them’s fighting words’.

“I am well within my rights,” Severus said, and frowned a bit as soon as the words left his mouth.

“Within your rights? What the hell does that mean?”

“Er…why don’t you both…er…”

Remus’ words went unheard, dropping into the chasm of hostility that stretched between Sirius and Severus.

“I am his lover. We are in our own home. If I wish to lay my hand on him I damn well can.”

“Not in front of me you can’t.”

“And why the hell not?”

“It’s…rude!”

“You’re jealous!” Severus’ words had a triumphant ring to them, and he pointed a trembling finger at Sirius. “You’re jealous!”

“I am not! What the hell would I be jealous of you for?”

Remus gave a small, delicate cough. Two sets of dark and angered eyes turned to him.

“Both of you, I think, need to just calm down.” Remus attempted to smile, but it fell flat. “Sirius, it isn’t as if you haven’t down worse in company. Severus, you’re doing a horrible job of cheering Sirius up.”

“I imagine the only way I could cheer him up would be to let him sleep with you.”

“Just rub it in some more!”

“Both of you!” Remus sighed. “Sirius…what is the matter? Because we are trying to help, but you’re making it difficult.”

“I just…I don’t know.” Sirius shrugged, looking away. “I’m lonely, I guess.”

“How surprising.” Severus’ voice dripped with sarcasm.

“Severus!” Remus narrowed his eyes. “I’m sorry Sirius. But you’ll find someone…”

“Not lonely like that!” Sirius shrugged. “Just…you know. It’s been a long time, that’s all.”

“Ah.” Remus nodded.

“Then go find a whore,” Severus said.

“Severus!”

“What?”

“That was uncalled for.”

“It was a sound piece of advise.”

“Would you two stop talking like I wasn’t here?”

Remus and Severus sighed, and looked over at Sirius.

“I’m sorry,” Remus said softly. “Maybe…maybe we can help?“ He rested his hand over Severus’ and looked up, eyes wide and pleading.

“Perhaps…” Severus said, slowly.

“What?” Sirius looked from one to the other, searching their faces.

“What do you think?” Remus’ voice was still soft, and his attention was still focused on Severus. Apparently whatever happened next was up to him.

“If…you wish, then I have no argument.” He nodded slowly, as thought still thinking things over while he spoke. “We have…discussed the eventuality.”

“Thank you.” Remus pressed a quick kiss to Severus’ cheek and turned back to Sirius, smiling. “Come on.”

“What…wait a minute, what’s going on?”

“We’re going to help,” Remus said, taking Sirius’ hand and drawing him to his feet. “Severus and I have been discussing a threesome for some time now.” He paused. ‘Unless you don’t want to…?”

“What?” Sirius looked shock. “No…I mean yes! I mean…yes, I’d like to. But….yeah…”

“Oh do shut up, Black.”

****

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

Sirius was standing awkwardly in the bedroom, eyes drifting from Remus to Severus as the two men sat on the end of their bed.

“I am,” Remus said with a nod. Severus said nothing, but nodded an affirmative. “Here, sit down.”

“Uh…maybe I can just watch, first?”

“Not nervous, are you?” Severus’ voice was laced with poison as he ran a hand down Remus’ chest, fingers hooking in the collar of the werewolf’s button down shirt. “Surely with your many conquests you’ve had a ménage toi or two?”

“Course I have.” Sirius shrugged. “But…this is a little bit different.”

“It’s alright,” Remus said, leaning forward to brush a feather light kiss across Severus‘ lips. “Just let him watch.”

Sirius stood uncertainly, gaze fixed on the two men on the bed. They seemed to have forgotten he was there as soon as their lips met.

It was, Sirius reflected, rather erotic. He’d never been particularly attracted to Snape, but the man wasn’t disfigured. He had a certain lean, predatory look to him. And Remus…well, Remus would always be beautiful in Sirius’ eyes.

They were taking it slow. Sirius wondered if they were teasing him with long, slow kisses and hands lazily runniver ver skin and cloth. It seemed neither were in a hurry to get undressed. But they didn’t have to. There was something amazingly concupiscent about the sight of lips pressed together in silent bliss. Remus’ hand rested lightly on Severus’ arm, fingers caressing the slight curve of his bicep through his silk shirt.

After what seemed like hours of kissing and touching, slowly, Remus began to peel away Severus’ clothing. Buttons were opened with what looked to Sirius like devout reverence. Cloth was parted and Remus’ hands ran slowly over Severus’ chest, palms flat as the made wide circles over pale fle Sir Sirius shifted a bit uncomfortably, the first stirrings of arousal beginning. He licked his lips as Remus lowered his head to Severus’ neck, tongue flicking out to run along the smooth column of flesh.

Now things were getting good. And they got even better when Remus’ shirt was stripped off of him. Sirius had never been much f a voyeur be, ae, and now he was wondering why. He reached down to touch himself as he hungrily eyed Severus fixing his lips over Remus’ nipple.

The room was beginning to feel a bit warm. Warmer still, as Remus eased Severus back onto the bed with a playful growl. Trousers were pulled off and tossed aside, and Sirius grasped his erection firmly as he watched Remus stroke the Potion’s Master with languid ease.

“Ready to join in yet?” Remus called over his shoulder, eyes heavy lidded with lust.

“Yeah….” Sirius nodded, and shrugged out of his own clothing, eager to join in. Remus chuckled a bit as a now naked Sirius crawled onto the bed and pulled him down with him.

“Do remember there are three of us here, Black,” Severus said a bit icily, eyes narrowed to black slits.

Sirius glanced over, eyes sweeping over Severus’ naked frame. “Sort of hard to forget,” he mumbled, hands cupping the swell of Remus’ arse.

“No fighting in bed,” Remus murmured, kissing Sirius lightly on the lips and slipping out of his trousers.

“We’ll try to be good,” Sirius promised, rolling over and pinning Remus to the bed with a wide grin. He was rather surprised to receive a stinging slap on his rump from Severus, who was glaring at him rather enthusiastically.

“That hurt!”

“It was supposed to.”

“You keep your hands off me you bastard.”

“Rather defeats the whole point of this, doesn’t it?”

“All right, enough of this.” Remus squirmed out from under Sirius and sat up. “You are not going to do this. There‘s nothing sexy or alluring about you two hissing and spitting at one another like a couple of alley cats.”

“Sorry,” Severus mumbled, and Sirius just sulked. asn’asn’t going to apologize, Snape had started it.

“This is suppose to be fun,” Remus went on. ‘It’s supposed to be enjoyable and pleasing. This isn’t a competition.” He wrapped one arm around Severus, drawing him close, and rested a hand on Sirius’ thigh.

“I’m not trying to compete,” Sirius said. “I was trying to enjoy myself.”

“You can enjoy yourself without hoarding Remus.”

“Stop it!”

Sirius could tell Remus was getting fed up. He bit his tongue, trying to pay attention to the hand that was rubbing his thigh. This was quickly starting to lose it’s appeal.

“Just…relax, both of you,” Remus said, kissing first Severus then Sirius. Sirius closed his eyes, enjoying the kiss and the taste of Remus in his mouth. He returned the kiss eagerly, aware of Remus’ hand inching up his thigh. He gasped as fingers brushed his erection, teasing it to full hardness.

He felt shifting on the bed, and another hand joined Remus’. He tensed, unfamiliar long fingers brushing over him. Snape was touching him. Well, it was a threesome.

“I have an idea.”

The words were whispered against Sirius’ ear, and he shivered at the husky tones of Remus’ voice. The wereworew rew away, lips curled up in a sly grin.

“I get the feeling we’re going to enjoy your idea,” Severus said, still stroking Sirius’ erection. It felt odd, to be left there with Snape. Sirius looked over at him, feeling as if he should be touching him. Or at least paying attention to him.

“Oh, I think you will.”

Remus reached into the bedside table and drew out a jar of lubricant. Severus’ hand tightened around Sirius’ cock as Remus slipped some of the oil onto his fingers.

“Sirius,” he whispered, voice still low and husky, “lay down. On your back.”

Sirius did as he was told, craning his head up to watch the other two men as they kissed. A slick hand wrapped around Sirius’ erection, coating it with lubrication. More and more was added, and Sirius squirmed at the warm slickness of it.

“What are you planning on doing?” Sirius asked, a bit nervously.

“Riding you,” Remus whispered and Sirius grinned.

“That tight, aou Mou Moony?” he joked, but all he received was a secretive smile in response.

Remus’ attentions were then turned to SeverusPrepPrepare me,” he said, and Sirius propped himself up to get a better view. He watched over the curve of Remus’ back, watched Severus’ fingers disappear into him. Remus had reached behind him and was stroking Severus as well, hand still slick with lubrication.

“More?” Sirius heard Severus ask, and was surprised to see Remus nod. He watched transfixed as Severus pursed his lips, and Remus winced slightly and strained forward.

“It’s alright,” Remus said raggedly. “Keep going.”

What the hell was going on. He started to get up, but a hand on his stomach pressed him back down. “Stay,” Remus ordered him. Sirius lay back, entranced, as Remus straddled him.

“Stay still,” Remus urged, sliding himself down over Sirius’ cock. Merlin, that felt amazing. Slick and smooth and hot. Sirius closed his eyes, gripping the sheets. “Stay, still,” Remus urged again and Sirius just nodded.

Then he felt Severus straddling his legs, pressed up against Remus. He couldn’t see, due to Remus being in the way, but he swore he felt…was that…?

“What?”

“Do relax, Black,” came Severus’ cultured voice from behind Remus. “And do as you were instructed and stay still.”

Sirius took a deep breath, wishing suddenly he was a fly on the wall. He felt Severus’ cock nudge up against his, felt the man’s fingers brushing the base of his erection as he positioned himself. He gasped along with Remus as the head of Severus’ cocked worked it’s way inside, pressing against Sirius’ owck. ck.

“Oh god…”

He watched Remus’ face. The werewolf’s eyes were closed tightly, and he was breathing heavily.

“Alright,” he said, and Severus pressed in further. The sensation of Severus’ cock pressing against his own, pressing it against the walls of Remus’ channel, it was almost enough to make him climax then and there.

“Is it…safe to move?” he asked, not wanting to hurt Remus. The werewolf nodded, reaching down to grab one of Sirius’ hands. Severus was leaning back, it looked like, eyes closed. Sirius thrust experimentally, a low moan escaping him. This was incredible. The slick friction, the tightness…

A few more thrusts. Snape’s cock slid along his, well oiled and hard. He tightened his grip on Remus’ hand, arching his back as he slowly began thrusting harder and deeper.

Remus was howling above him now, features contorted in a mask that was half pleasure half pain. Sirius could only imagine what the werewolf was feeling. But he imagined it felt pretty damn good.

When he came, he came hard. He bucked upwards, hands tangled in the sheets as he emptied himself into Remus. He lay back, cock softening against Severus’. He felt the other man still thrusting, felt him climax, felt him soften….

Remus was still moving, and now he was grasping his own cock, pumping himself quickly and loudly to his climax. He spilled his seed over his hand and Sirius’ stomach, before slumping back against Severus.

“Bloody hell.” Was all Sirius could manage.

“Did you…enjoy that?” Remus asked, his breathing heavy.

“Yeah,” Sirius said, nodding slowly. “yeah. Uh. You?”

“Oh yes,” Remus agreed, nuzzling up to Severus.

“Good.” Sirius nodded. “Thanks.”

“Anytime,” Remus said with a sly smile. “Anytime.”