Time Fetish

Disclaimer: I disclaim everything, the characters and the plot, which was given to me.

A/N: Well, you asked for it, story number 2 in the Fetish Series! Ta da!! I must admit, this idea was a request from one of my faithful readers, GryffRavHuffSlythendor, and I just couldn\'t resist writing something so very sexy. So this one is dedicated to you my dear GryffRavHuffSlythendor. Thanks so very much for the idea. Also, many thanks to Antipyro, my beta. Without her most of my stuff would be crap. lol


“Explain this to me again, Sev. I’m really not sure that I heard you correctly.”

Severus Snape sighed. He’d explained this particular fetish to his lover at least a dozen times. “Is it really that difficult to comprehend? Shall I say it in ‘imbecile’? You are going to bugger me while I am buggering you.”

Uncertainty crossed Harry’s features. “Is that possible?”

Pinching the bridge of his nose and looking skyward, Severus replied, “Yes it is possible. Potter, you are a wizard, just about anything is possible.”

As if to prove his point, Severus reached into his robe and pulled out a delicate looking gold chain with a small time turner on the end. Harry’s eyes grew wide with understanding. “Isn’t that illegal?”

Snape was beginning to lose all of his patience. “Yes, it is illegal, as is the fact that I have this time turner!” he snapped. “Do you want to do this or not? You were the one who has pestered me about my fetishes!”

“You have a fetish about going back in time?” Harry asked. “What do you do go back in time and then go up to the astronomy tower and wank?”

“Listen carefully to me, Potter, because I am only going to explain this once.”

Harry nodded his head, eagerly urging his lover to go on. “During the war, I acquired this magnificent piece of work, and used it for my own…pleasure. Being a spy was an extremely…lonely and unsatisfying occupation. Being a known Death Eater, and well, look at me, I couldn’t easily ask a man for a date, and I have too much pride to buy myself companionship. One of those long evenings as I sat here alone, the solution came to me.” At this point, he held up the chain and the time turner. “The next evening, I used the time turner and met myself, three hours back in time.”

“You went back in time and shagged yourself?” Harry asked eagerness and disbelief clearly in his voice.

“I went back in time and…shagged myself, as you so eloquently put it,” Snape replied, waiting for the disgusted look on his lover’s face.

“Did you do it more than once?”

Disgust was not etched across Harry’s face, but a look of pure awe was. “I did,” Severus replied cautiously.

Harry grinned. “Wow! I would never suspect that you’d be so narcissistic, Severus! That’s beyond even Malfoy!”

With a growl Snape leaned forward in his chair and looked into the deep green eyes of the younger man. Exasperation was clear in his voice as he asked, “Again I ask you, do you want to do this or not, Potter?”

Harry stopped grinning and his face became serious. “Hell yes I want to do this! Why wouldn’t I want to have a threesome with two of you? When can we do it?”

“The earliest will be tomorrow evening, so you must be here no later than seven p.m.”

“So this is going to be an exceptional ‘kink night’, then?”

Snape rolled his eyes. He hated it when Harry called Saturday night ‘kink night.’ “If nothing else, it will prove to be interesting.”

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The next night, Harry arrived just before seven and took his customary place on the ancient white leather couch in front of the hearth. Severus gave him a glass of brandy to sip while they waited. The young professor chatted about his day in Hogsmeade with his students, his excitement clearly visible.

At seven-thirty, the bedroom door opened and out came Snape. Harry looked into the glittering black eyes of the man standing near the door and then to his lover sitting in his favorite chair. The Severus in the chair pulled his pocket watch out and looked at it. “You do have such impeccable timing,” he said with a smirk to himself.

The future Snape walked fully into the room and rolled his eyes. “If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be you,” he sneered back at himself.

Harry stood and held his hands up. “Ok, I didn’t come to listen to you snark at yourself, Severus. This whole thing is about shagging, and that’s fully what I intent to do.” Both Severus’s leered at the young professor’s comment. Then, Harry realized something. “Er…There’s one of me and two of you. How am I supposed to tell you apart? I mean, I can’t very well call you both Severus.”

“Then, please, by all means, call me Aneirin,” the future Snape offered.

Severus snorted from his seated position. “Will you be serenading us this evening, our dark bard?”

“If you wish me to,” he volunteered. “What shall I sing?” he asked as he tapped his chin in mock thought.

Suddenly, smoldering coal eyes locked with intense green. A silken baritone voice began to sing, the words increasing in volume as he stepped toward Harry. “Time to hesitate is through, No time to wallow in the mire, Try now we can only lose, And our love become a funeral pyre…”

As Aneirin stood directly in front of Harry, he leaned over, eye to eye with the young man and sang, “Come on baby, light my fire, Come on baby, light my fire.” He leaned in and kissed Harry harshly on the lips.

Severus sat in his chair and watched passively as his future self kissed his lover. His cock immediately took interest in the erotic sight and leapt to attention. In no time, Aneirin was leading Harry by the mouth toward the bedroom. As he passed Severus’ chair, he held his hand out and grasped his past self’s hand, almost snatching him from the chair.

Aneirin pushed Harry down on the bed and looked across the room at himself. “You really do wear too many buttons, dear Professor.”

“And I suppose you don’t, Aneirin?” Severus asked himself haughtily.

Spreading his arms wide, Aneirin replied, “I do believe I am wearing a jumper, with no buttons, and an undershirt. My trousers only have one button on them, also.” His voice dropped at least an octave to that bedroom purr that always melted Harry’s resolve. “I’ll be undressed and buried balls deep in your Harry’s firm little arse before you can remove your robe.”

Severus smirked. “You are me. You really should know better,” he replied, tapping his wand against his robe.

Where the dark man was once covered in a bulky robe, he was now completely naked, his robe hanging neatly on the hanger on the back of the door. “Everyone knows that I always dress ‘true wizard’ under my robes, so it doesn’t matter how many buttons I have, you lose.”

As Harry watched his lover banter back and forth with himself, he began undressing. Soon his clothes were thrown into a messy pile on the floor. “Too much talking, not enough shagging,” Harry said crawling to the head of the bed stroking his hard cock.

Severus looked at his fully clothed self and smirked. “Indeed,” he answered crossing the room and pulling Aneirin into a deep kiss.

Harry groaned. Severus then began to undress his future self slowly. He thoroughly enjoyed torturing Harry with such displays. Another groan from Harry brought both Snapes from their explorations of each other. “I suppose that we should probably include Harry before he comes all over himself,” Severus observed.

Aneirin nodded his agreement and walked around the side of the bed while Severus slid in beside Harry. Without a single word, both older men began kissing and sucking at Harry’s neck and chest. He managed to rasp out, “Holy mother of God,” before his brain shut down all cognitive thought.

For several minutes Harry gave his body over to the pleasure only his lover could give him. It was heightened exponentially by the fact that there was two of his lover doing such wicked things to his body.

In one swift motion, Aneirin flipped the slighter man over. Harry was on his hands and knees, his face mere inches from Severus’ cock. He smiled up at his lover and slowly took the prick into his mouth, not once breaking eye contact. Aneirin moaned appreciatively. His voice cracked as he whispered, “I love it when he does that.”

He tore his eyes away from the salacious sight and focused on the pale, taught arse being stroked by his large hands. Drawing one finger down the crease, Aneirin gently stroked the tight opening. He pulled Harry’s cheeks apart and dragged his tongue down from the bottom of Harry’s tailbone over his hole. Harry’s bobbing motions stopped abruptly and a needy mewling noise escaped. He’d never let Severus go, so his reaction caused the larger man to moan in pleasure and begin fucking Harry’s mouth.

“Such a tasty little morsel you are,” Aneirin whispered before he bit into Harry’s hip.

Harry simply moaned again around the large organ in his mouth. One of the first things Severus learned after their first time together was that Harry always enjoyed a little pain with his pleasure.

Aneirin proceeded to return to rimming Harry while Harry eagerly sucked Severus’ prick. It was a graphic masterpiece, their sucking and licking, keens, and moans. Suddenly Severus pushed Harry’s skillful mouth away. His eyes were mere slits, and his pale face flushed a delicate pink with arousal. Looking directly into Harry’s eyes, he pointed his open palm toward the bathroom, “Accio oil.”

Understanding dawned across Harry’s features before he threw his head back in ecstasy and almost screamed his pleasure. Aneirin had just breached him with his tongue and it felt utterly amazing. “I’m going to come,” Harry almost screamed.

Severus reached down and squeezed the base of Harry’s cock and purred into his ear, “Not yet you aren’t. You haven’t buggered me through the mattress yet.”

Aneirin stopped his ministrations and rolled a panting Harry over onto his back, next to Severus. He pulled the cork from the phial of oil and tipped it into his hands. Severus and Harry were too busy kissing to be bothered with paying attention to the third, but that all changed when he pushed their legs open.

Both watched Aneirin. He smirked. “I think you both know how skillful I can be with my hands, and then we can get to the buggering.”

Both men willingly exposed themselves to the talented hands of the other Potions Master. Quickly, they were writhing in pleasure. Aneirin had never prepared two people at once and found himself thoroughly enjoying it. “Who could believe that you could be so wanton, and look so completely debauched, Severus? I should bury my cock inside of you right now and make pretty little Harry watch as you scream my name and submit absolutely to me.”

Severus began to fist his own cock in response. Harry was too shocked with pleasure to do more than moan a half-hearted, “No.”

“But I should,” Aneirin said, and then gave a particularly vicious twist of his hand, finding Harry’s prostate.

Harry’s back arched in response to the pleasurable sensation and moaned a low, “Anything.”

Pulling his fingers from both men’s prepared holes, Aneirin smiled charmingly at Harry. “I knew that you would see it my way.”

He handed Harry the phial of oil and watched passively as the younger man generously coated his own cock with the substance. He took it back and his passive countenance turned eager as Harry lifted Severus’ long legs onto his shoulders and breeched the loosened passage with a sigh.

Aneirin licked one of Severus’ toes as he rubbed the oil onto his own cock causing the other man’s eyes to roll back in his head. He chuckled and spread Harry’s cheeks again, entering him in one swift motion.

Ecstasy unlike anything Harry had ever felt coursed through every nerve ending. He’d never had imagined that fucking and being fucked at the same time could feel so good. He began thrusting slowly. Severus had completely lost control. He alternated between jerking almost violently at his cock and scratching at Harry’s chest while Aneirin nibbled at his long toes and dragged his tongue up the arch of his foot.

Aneirin stopped teasing Severus’ feet. He leaned in and whispered to Harry, “I can count the times on one hand that Severus has lost control. Every time it has been with me. You did this to him, to me.”

Hearing that seductive purr caused Harry to lose all control he was maintaining. Hearing Severus, his Severus (and that’s really what Aneirin was), tell him that no one else had ever been able to make him lose control snapped something inside of him. With a feral yell, he began pounding ruthlessly into Severus’ willing body, growling obscenities as he looked deep into those black eyes. He fisted Severus’ cock in time with his own thrusts.

Aneirin too, began to thrust wildly, mimicking Harry. The three raced toward completion amidst moans of ‘more’ and ‘faster’. Severus climaxed first with a shout, followed closely by Aneirin who bit Harry on the shoulder, the pain pushing him over the edge.

After a few cleaning charms, the three men lay there in the bed exhausted. When their breathing and heart rates slowed, Severus summoned his pocket watch and rose from the bed. He dressed in Aneirin’s jumper and trousers before leaning over and kissing Harry. He then took the time turner from his robe pocket on the door, and with a smirk, turned it three revolutions.

Harry watched with a smile and then wiggled closer to Severus, laying his head on the other’s chest. “That was amazing, Severus. I am curious about two things, though.”

Severus looked down at his young lover and raised an eyebrow. “They would be?”

Blushing, Harry stroked his hand up the smooth chest. “Why don’t you sing more often? I mean, your voice makes me want to come in my pants with you just talking to me, but when you sang tonight, I almost did.”

“You aren’t very observant, Harry. I sing while I am brewing almost all the time.”

“Oh,” the green eyed man replied. “Well, where did you get the name Aneirin?”

Severus laughed at the question; the deep mirthful rumble was music to Harry’s ear. “It’s my second name.”

With a gentle kiss on the lips, Severus quieted any more of Harry’s questions and the two men drifted blissfully into a deep, sated sleep.


A/N2: Aneirin was a Northern British bard believe to be the one who spread the Legend of King Arthur.