Comfort

Title: Comfort
Gift For: coffee_n_cocoa
Author: Irana
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Bill/Neville/Draco
Warnings: Established relationship, post war, AU, POV shifts, rimming,
Summary: After a trying day, Draco finds comfort in the only place he always feels safe.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, none of this is mine. If it had been, it wouldn't have been a children's book..
Author's Notes: Written for the 2008 HPvalensmut Exchange for who wanted: I like fluff and angst, vanilla and kink, plot and PWP equally. Wall!sex, comfort!sex, shower!sex, vanilla bed!sex are all great. Favorite kinks are spanking, light bondage, sex toys, lots of foreplay (esp. nippleplay), oral sex, rimming, waxplay, featherplay, plant!bondage, blindfolds. Top!Neville would make me especially happy but isn't required. I also would adore a fic showing Neville as strong and capable, but still somewhat insecure when it comes to relationships. I'd also prefer fics that ignore the epilogue but are otherwise canon-compliant. Its not particularly kinky, I'm sorry. I hope you like what I came up with all the same.
Beta: Thanks A, for the help.

*~*~*


One look at the man in the door and Neville knew he'd had a bad day. He looked at the frazzled man and managed to smother his frown at the look of utter defeat in his eyes. Taking a firm grip on the other man's arm, Neville pulled him into the house and shut the door. Neville bussed the blond in front of him lightly on the lips, pulled his cloak off, and drew him down unto the sofa next to Neville, wrapping both arms around him.

"Rough day love?" he asked softly as he nuzzled the soft skin of the neck in front of him.

For a long while, there was no answer, and Neville was beginning to wonder if he'd ever get one. Finally, a tired, aristocratic voice broke the silence. "Sometimes I wonder if taking the time to go back to school after the War, taking extra lessons, and distancing myself from my family really means anything to anyone but myself, you and Bill."

Neville started. He hadn't expected that, but he was willing to listen, to do anything he could really. He knew Draco was hurting. He ran his hands through nearly white strands of blond and waited for Draco to continue.

"I've spent the last three months attempting to find someone that would hire me, and no one will. They can't seem to get past the Malfoy in my name," Draco sighed tiredly. "It doesn't matter that I have the qualification, it's simply that I'm a Malfoy. Do you know, one person had the gall to ask me why I was bothering with procuring an occupation when I still had money, unlike so many people? He told me he planned to give the job to someone who needed it, and would therefore appreciate it."

Neville sighed and cuddled Draco closer. He wished Bill were home. Bill had a way of getting Draco to smile no matter what. "Draco, I know you consider it charity, but I really don't think the Headmistress meant anything of the sort when she offered you a position at Hogwarts. The Arithmancy position is open I know, and I'm certain the Minister would welcome you if you opted for any of the open positions there," he said quietly. "We know you're qualified for the lot of them, even if nobody else will acknowledge it."

A heavy sigh feel from Draco's lips and he curled further into Neville's arms. "Not now, Neville. I promise, I'll think on it later. Right now, I'd prefer not to think at all."

Neville squeezed him and agreed. "All right. Why don't you go take a shower," he suggested. "A nice long one, with loads of hot water. Or a bath even. I can bring you some wine, and some candles," he tempted.

That got the first smile since Draco had walked through the door. "Coming to bathe with me?" he teased, tilting his head so he could take in the flush he knew would cover Neville's cheeks, even after all this time.

Cheeks pink, Neville shook his head. "I will wash your back for you if you like, but… well, I had something else in mind," he admitted. It was something Bill had done for him once, and he'd rather appreciated it, and thought that Draco would as well.

One elegant brow rose at that, but Draco agreed, and slowly pulled himself up and out of Neville's arms. He grinned as Neville stood right after him.

*~*~*

Draco settled into the large tub, feeling his muscles slowly unclench with the help of the hot water and whatever Neville had put in it. A tiny smirk curved Draco's lips as he recognized the scent as sandalwood, and he closed his eyes and lay his head on the edge of the tub. If anyone had ever told him he would end up being with Longbottom and a Weasley, and wanting nothing else – aside from a decent position somewhere – he would have had them committed to St. Mungo's without a qualm. Nevertheless, here he was, ensconced in a cosy little house with a glasshouse and garden.

Life certainly is an ironic and twisted bitch, Draco thought wryly.

Neville had been one of the two people to speak with him in the days immediately following the Battle of Hogwarts. Potter had been the other. Unlike Potter however, Neville had kept talking to him. Potter had tried, but there had been simply too much history there for them to work through it quickly. Neville however… well, Longbottom had been a good deal more persistent than Draco had expected. Eventually, they had become friends, and then Draco had realized he was developing feelings for the other man.

It was then that Bill had entered the picture. Both Neville and Draco had been referred to Bill as a potential source for information on nontraditional means of dealing with the aftermath of surviving repeated casting of the Unforgivable Cruciatus on one's person. At first, Draco had been resentful, both because he had to see a Weasley for help, and because it was clear that both Bill and Neville were attracted to each other. It had taken him a while to realize that Bill was attracted to him as well.

Neville's voice questioning whether Draco was done with his bath broke Draco's train of thought and he shook his head before he called out that yes, he was.

He stood and made his way slowly from the tub, drying himself briskly and then wrapping a thick towel around his waist before he padded into the bedroom he shared with Bill and Neville. He stopped short in surprise at the sight that greeted him.

There were candles floating in the air all over the room, casting the space in a soft, soothing glow. Somewhere Neville had set lavender and myrrh burning, there were three large towels spread across the bed, a container of oil sat next to the bed and Neville – in nothing save his pants – knelt on the edge of the bed, waiting for Draco to come in.

"Lay down on your stomach," he said, pointing at the towels.

Draco raised a brow but did as commanded, unsurprised to be told to lift up a bit so Neville could get the towel away from his hips. He was surprised however, when the towel was replaced – folded – over his arse cheeks.

"Relax," Neville murmured as he settled over Draco, straddling the small of his back. "You'll like this, I promise."

Having no real reason to distrust Neville - and feeling rather too relaxed to move - Draco nodded and closed his eyes. Aside from which, this was Neville. He trusted him with his heart; his body went along with that.

*~*~*

Bill closed the door to the cottage behind himself, frowning at the silence in the house. He'd been perturbed that Neville hadn't been at the door to greet him like he usually was, and was not a little disturbed to see that apparently not only was Neville out, but Draco didn't seem to be home either. Still frowning, he checked the kitchen, the sitting room, the dining room, Draco's lab in the basement, before he finally made his way upstairs to the bedroom.

He stilled in the open doorway and smiled at the sight that met his eyes.

Draco lay stretched out on the bed with Neville perched over him, rubbing his back in long strokes along his spine. They were both utterly absorbed in each other; Neville in the massage he was giving and Draco in the sensation of it, and neither of them noticed him standing there. Bill was glad he'd been quiet in his search for them both; based on what he was seeing Draco must have truly had a horrid day.

Bill frowned as he remembered the comments he'd overheard as he left Gringotts this evening. Several wizards and witches from the Ministry had been laughing at the smug bragging of one wizard who had claimed to have told Draco Malfoy exactly what he thought of the man pretending to honestly want employment. It had taken every ounce of Bill's self-control to keep from wringing the man's scrawny neck or hexing him into oblivion.

Shaking his head, he refocused on his two lovers. He remembered the last time he'd done what Neville was doing, had done it for Neville in fact. It was the day Neville had decided to leave the Auror Division and not take the position at Hogwarts. He'd decided instead to make his own way, and by the time he'd finished speaking with Kingsley, Harry and Minerva, he'd been a tense mass of tightened muscles. He'd needed the massage, and Bill had been happy to give it to him.

Bill silently vanished his clothing and prowled over to the bed, climbing on to give a startled Neville and a sleepy Draco a welcoming kiss each. He urged Neville to continue what he was doing and headed for the bath.

*~*~*

Neville had flushed and stammered a greeting when Bill climbed on the bed to kiss them. He hadn't even heard Bill come in. As Bill made his way into the bathroom, Neville turned his attention back to Draco.

"Feeling better?" he asked quietly.

"Mmm," Draco replied and Neville smiled.

"I'll take that as a yes," he said lightly, shifting down so he could work on Draco's legs. He took his time, working the muscles first in one, before moving to the other. By the time he returned his attention to Draco's arse, the blond was nearly asleep. He looked over the lithe form and felt his body stir and his touches turned from firm and relaxing to softly sensual.

He massaged the cheeks of Draco's arse, slowly parting them and catching quick flashes of Draco's arsehole as he kneaded, his mouth drying at the sight. "So beautiful," he murmured and was startled to hear a deep chuckle.

"He is, isn't he?" Bill agreed, towel slung low on his hips while he dried his hair with another.

Neville smiled and nodded, the smile turning into a smirk as Draco said grouchily, "I'm right here you know."

Neville looked down at him and smirked as he ran his hand possessively over Draco's arse. "Really? And here I thought it was someone else I was caressing," he teased.

Draco snorted. "Better not be anyone besides Bill," he growled.

Bill arched a brow, threw the towel he was using on his hair into the basket by the bathroom door and climbed onto the bed. "Oh?" he inquired. "And just what would you do if it were?" he asked.

Draco didn't answer; instead, he turned his head so he could give them both a tiny, wicked little smirk, raised a brow, and resettled himself once more on the pillows. "Knowing you two, you'll never do anything that requires you find out," he said smugly.

Draco knew full well what they were doing, and he appreciated it. Loved them for it even. The banter was a perfect way to distract his mind from his day and refocus it on the two people he was with. It allowed him to focus on what he had, not what he didn't. Teasingly, he wiggled his arse under Neville's hand. "You planning to do something with that or leave it lying there all night?"

Neville looked at Bill and winked, shifted a bit further along the bed, shifted between Draco's legs and using both hands, pulled Draco's cheeks apart. "Oh, I think I might have a use of my hands you'll like," he all but purred. He leaned forward a bit and blew a stream of air across the puckered skin he'd revealed, and then slid the index finger of one hand gently over the twitching hole.

Draco let out a sound that was half sigh, half moan and spread his legs a bit wider. Bill leaned in to whisper in Draco's ear, "Like that do you?" At Draco's slight shudder when Neville did it again, Bill raised his head and said, "Lick him, Neville. I want to watch."

Neville's eyes darkened as he settled himself comfortably, spread Draco's cheeks further apart, and swiped his tongue over the wrinkled skin. He bit, and nipped, and licked and sucked and finally pushed his way into Draco's body, holding Draco down as much as possible as he tortured him with sensation.

Bill pulled the towel from around his waist and tossed it on the floor, threaded the fingers of his other hand through Draco's hair and curled a hand around his shaft. He stroked himself teasingly as Neville turned Draco into a whimpering, writhing, needy mess beneath that talented tongue for as long as he could take it before he tugged Draco's head to his groin and fed him his cock.

Greedy for the affection and the distraction from the day he'd had, Draco eagerly closed his mouth around the turgid flesh and sucked. He loved the way Bill tasted, the way Bill's cock stretched his mouth wide, the way the shaft felt sliding over his lips. He moaned wantonly, the dual sensations of a cock in his mouth and a tongue in his arse making him want in a way he only ever felt with these two men.

Neville reached a hand between his legs and had just begun to stroke himself when Bill's voice cut through the air.

"No, Neville. None of that. You'll come inside Draco or not at all," he said quietly, firmly, in the tone of voice that never failed to make Neville shake with desire.

Reluctantly, Neville pulled his hand away from himself and gripped Draco's arse more firmly, doubling his effort to make Draco scream, to make him beg, make him plead, so that Bill would let both come.

It wasn't long before Draco pulled his head away from Bill to start begging, needing to feel Neville inside him more than he needed air to breathe. He needed to be filled, to be fucked so hard he forgot not only his day but his name, and he needed it now, damn it. "Please… Bill… please…"

"Pull him up, Neville," Bill instructed. "I want him on his knees."

Neville hurriedly moved to comply even as Bill shifted on the bed and hauled Draco up by his hair, twisting his fingers in the strands to keep Draco's mouth from his prick. Once they were in the position he wanted – Bill on his knees, Draco on all fours and Neville behind him poised to take him – Bill used his free hand to rub himself across Draco's lips. "You can come once I've come," he said to them both, and then he pushed his way into the sinful mouth that was already open and moving toward him once more.

Neville swiped his hand down Draco's back and poured a tiny bit more oil into his hand to fully slick himself before he pushed into Draco, the movement sliding Bill further into Draco's mouth. Together he and Bill established a rhythm, both of them watching the muscles contract under the smooth skin of Draco's back and they moved, Bill gritting his teeth as the sight of them and the feel of Draco's whimpers vibrating along his shaft.

It didn't take long – it never did when they did it this way – and Bill's fingers tightened and pulled at Draco's hair as he came, the action pushing Draco headlong into his orgasm, Draco's arse clenching around Neville wrenching his from him before he was ready.

They collapsed on the bed, all harsh breathing and ragged pants for air, before they slowly arranged themselves so they were all spooned in the bed with Draco in the middle.

"Feel better love?" Neville asked softly as he slid a hand slowly up and down Draco's side.

Draco pressed himself against Neville and pulled Bill closer. He gave a contented sigh and murmured, "Much. No matter how badly I feel, you always make me feel better," he admitted quietly.

Both Bill and Neville smiled softly, pressing even closer to the man they had claimed as theirs. It was rare for Draco to be so open, so vulnerable, and they knew better than to say anything to make him uncomfortable with displaying his emotion. Instead, Bill doused the lights and Neville kissed Draco on his shoulder.

"Sleep well, Draco," Bill murmured.

"Yes, Draco," Neville added. "Sleep well. I expect to be thoroughly shagged in the morning."