And This is Why it Pays to be the Hero

Title: And This is Why it Pays to be the Hero
Author: FaeryQueen
Pairing: HP/SS/LM
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, AU, Double penetration, Underage (Harry is 17)
Disclaimer: Not even in an alternate reality are they mine. It’s horrible that JKR owns them and doesn’t let them play to their fullest extent. She’d make more money if she did. I make none, evidenced by the sad state of my accounts.


And This is Why it Pays to be the Hero

“Professor-” Harry Potter, Savior-of-the-Wizarding World, gasped for breath even as he was hoisted up onto his Potions Master’s private desk. The feel of those long, elegant fingers sliding up his thigh, curling around his achingly hard cock, had him jerking forward. “Please…” he whimpered.

“Damn you, Potter,” the older man hissed. Snatching his hands way from their prize, he gathered the soon-to-be graduate off the desk and carried him swiftly across the room to his couch. A single flick of his wand had the leather seat transfigured into a more-than-large-enough-for-two bed, onto which he unceremoniously dumped his young lover of less than a year.

Harry panted as he watched Snape strip with practiced ease. He was so involved in the entire process, that he failed to notice when the office door opened and shut again. It was only when the rich baritone voice of none other than Lucius Malfoy cut through the lust-induced fog that he tore his eyes away.

“Lucius,” he breathed, and was rewarded with a brutal kiss.

“Unforgivable, Mr. Potter. Did you truly intend to start without me?”

“You issued a detention! Tonight! What was I supposed to do? Wait?”

“You certainly weren’t supposed to attack poor Severus who is already far behind on his grading.”

“Come now, Lucius. The boy has been waiting since this morning."

"A whole day? And I'm supposed to think that this is some incredible feat?"

"Well, he is only 18, Lucius."

"Oi! Quit talking about me like I'm not right here!" Harry strove for 'indignant,' but he knew that he only sounded petulant. He had been hard all damn day, no thanks to the two men before him, and he wanted to come now, not when the elders were done discussing his current state of sexual frustration.

“We will be with you presently, Mr. Potter. As it is, I have come here to discuss a very delicate matter with Severus, not feed into your sexual whims.”

“Yeah, well, sexually whim this,” Harry snarled, and he rolled off the bed, grabbing his robe and tugging it on as he strode towards the door. Now he was pissed. He was horny and he was pissed and hated those two bastards who were so determined to rub his youth in face so blatantly, and crudely.

He was nearly to the door when strong arms wrapped around him, pulling him flush against a hard, lean chest. He growled deep in his throat and struggled half-heartedly to free himself, all the while cursing his hormones. “Hush, boy,” came Severus’ rumbling voice and Harry felt his insides melt and his knees give way.

“I hate you,” he groused, but the hand insinuating itself inside his robes had him changing his mind faster than Draco Malfoy changed his prissy hairstyles. The analogy would have made him laugh, but the sound got caught somewhere halfway up and turned into a deep moan he couldn't have restrained even if he had wanted to. "Please..." he begged without shame.

"So responsive. I do believe we should move this somewhere more appropriate, don't you, Severus?"

The dark haired man grunted, but made no move to head towards his rooms. His fingers were once again wrapped around Harry's cock, the tips grazing it teasingly as they memorized every bump, ridge and curve. The boy in his arms arched into his grasp, one arm coming up to curl around his neck, and let out a soft keening sound that flew straight to Snape's cock, already heavy and full with the blood that wasn't currently pounding in head, roaring in his ears...

"Nngh..." Harry was close, too close, and he didn't want it to be over yet. Dammit he had waited all day for this and he wanted more! But damned if it didn't feel so fucking good!

Sensing his partner's conflict, Snape took matters into his own hands, or rather, out, and instead turned the boy to face him before shoving his back up against the wall. Parting the school robes - and fuck if that didn't both turn him on and make him feel like a pedophile at the same time - he slid to his knees and swallowed Harry down to the root in one go, even as he pinned erratically thrusting hips in place.

The words that flowed out of the 8th year's mouth were nothing more than vulgar babble, but that didn't stop them from arousing the two men further. Lucius, tired of being excluded from what was quickly turning into another round of 'The Debauchery of Harry Potter,' moved to stand beside the young man, tilting his head back so that he could plunder the delectable mouth with his tongue.

The boy tasted like rich, warm chocolate and spices; positively delicious. He mapped out the roof of Harry's mouth, brushed over the ridge of even teeth and nipped harshly at the full bottom lip before sucking it gently into his mouth and laving it with soft kisses.

He was ruthless in his quest, and his fingers curled into the boy's hair as he held him place. Below, he could hear the sounds of Severus mouth sliding wetly down the boy's length and found himself mildly jealous that he couldn't join his other lover in that treat. But oh, Harry's hands were no longer idle and were instead pushing their way past the robes and into Lucius' trousers.

Snape, seeing what Harry was up to, redoubled his efforts, pulling back from the weeping tip so that he could take the heavy sac that lay behind it in his mouth. He rolled it with his tongue, sucking only hard enough to make Harry cry out in shocked pleasure before moving back up again. This time he worked his way down slowly, taking the time to swirl his tongue around the engorged head before dipping into the slit at the top and catching Harry's flavor on his tongue. He nibbled gently at the strained foreskin, lifting it away and sliding his tongue around the inside, earning him another long, loud moan from the young man. Once he felt the boy hit the back of his throat he swallowed once, twice and hummed his approval. Harry came at the last and collapsed back against the wall utterly spent.

Harry's cheeks were flushed, his full, lush mouth open as he panted for breath. His knees threatened to give out but he didn't have the strength to do anything about it, and so he let them go, hoping the ground wouldn't be nearly as hard and unforgiving as it looked. The sensation of falling and then floating had his snapping open even before he was conscious of them closing. He looked up into quicksilver eyes and summoned up a ghost of a smile at the man he had once sworn he hated.

Snape stood last, his dark eyes heavy with desire. "I believe, Lucius, Harry, that it is time to take this to the bedroom."

Harry could only nod lethargically at the man's words. He was beyond any real coherent thought, so he simply let them take control. It was a luxury, this trust, because it meant that for once, no one was demanding of him. He felt a flicker of guilt at that thought, that he was able to finally shed this pressure when they were not, but then he looked at Severus and Lucius and he knew, he just knew, that they did not mind the burden of his demands in the least.

The trip to Snape's room was fast and uneventful. Part of Harry's brain wondered at that, but considering that both men were ex-Death Eaters, it wouldn't have surprised him to learn that they had cursed the hallway ahead of time to keep the students at bay. Not they needed to worry about that. The only person who was dumb enough to interrupt them was Draco and that was because the great prat enjoyed watching Harry flounder almost as much as he enjoyed spreading true and not-so-true rumors.

He was dimly aware of being laid out on the bed, of his school robes being lazily stripped away and of the bed dipping gently as his lovers lay down beside him. Lucius, he knew, would be on his right hand side; the man never seemed to lose that knack and, what with both Dumbledore and Voldemort dead, Harry was now the most powerful Wizard in England, if not the world, and Lucius would stand at his right hand side no matter what. An inane thing to reflect upon, he knew, but sex did that to him, particularly sex that involved the Potions Master's cruel tongue.

He liked Lucius' kisses if only slightly less than he liked Severus'. That man could kiss. Oh, so could Lucius, but after having spent seven years on the wrong side of Snape's tongue-lashings, this new side was, well, mind-blowing to say the least. He ached to feel that tongue on him, in him, just as he ached to touch.

Lucius was smooth, pale skin and sharp angles; much like his son but far more attractive in Harry's opinion. The fine silky hair felt made him shiver with desire as it brushed over Harry's nipples and slide across his cock. He loved to plunge his hands into in, using it to reign in Lucius' desire and his face, on those rare moments when he withheld his kisses. Harry loved the feel of those long fingers seeking out every erogenous zone...

That was the one thing Lucius shared with Severus, how wonderful his hands felt. But where Lucius' were slim and pale and perfect, Snape's were stained from years of working with potions ingredients. The slightly yellow skin turned off most people, Harry knew, but it was a part of Snape and therefore beautiful in its own unconventional way. Sometimes he fancied that Snape was painting his skin with those fingers, marking all the spots that made Harry cry out or keen or whimper... It was an enticing idea, one he would have to mention at a later date.

Other than that, though, they were polar opposites. Severus was no beauty by any stretch of the word, and yet the sight of him ignited something deep within Harry, that couldn't be banked by touch or thought of any other. The overly large, hooked nose made no difference to him, because too often it was used to breathe in his scent, as though Severus couldn't get enough of it. Even the idea of it was enough to make the young man blush.

Severus lips were thin and cruel, his teeth uneven and stained, but dear gods did he know how to use them. His mouth was punishing in its kisses, his teeth and tongue unforgiving as the nipped, bit and worshiped olive toned skin. Sometimes Harry was positively convinced that Snape was literally trying to consume him in some effort to never let him go.

Severus' skin was yellowed from being locked away with toxic potions for most of his life and little time in the sun, but Harry couldn’t care less. Severus' back was lined with scars from both his abusive father and Voldemort's rage, but that only drew Harry closer to him. He understood pain, understood what it meant to be marked by someone, but the only scar he had had worth mentioning for the most of his life was now overshadowed by the the ones he'd collected during the war. And all the rest were buried deep beneath the surface.

Where Lucius' eyes were like molten silver - or stormy when he became angry - Severus' were black - not a dark brown as some believed - like obsidian pools that reflected only what Harry was thinking and never Snape's own thoughts. They were fathomless and searching and Harry would always swear that it felt like he was being seared right down to his core every time that gaze fell on him. It was unnerving, but in a good way, because it gave him a feeling he'd never felt before; it made him feel cherished.

It was almost overwhelming, having two pairs of hands on him at once, touching, teasing, arousing him into hardness once again. It was the upside to his youth; he was ready for a second go by the time they really got down to business. The mouth on his neck sucked on a particularly sensitive spot and Harry moaned despite himself. Snape's dark chuckle in his ear had his cock at attention in only a matter of seconds.

"I take it, Mr. Potter, that you are ready for round two?"

"Yes. Gods yes, just please, please, touch me."

Lucius' laugh was richer yet softer, like melted chocolate and rum. Snape's was velvety with a razor sharp edged, but also a mixture of smoke and spice that Harry fancied came from all the hours spent in the Potions lab edge that promised just enough pain to make the pleasure more intense. It reminded Harry of the jazz bar he and his friends had gone to over the summer. Within the comfort of their voiced and their hands, Harry relaxed immediately.

Lucius never took him first. It was some unspoken rule between he and Snape that Harry could only guess at but didn't mind in the least. While neither man was by any means small, Snape was the bigger of the two, both in girth and length, and Harry loved that slow, painful burn when Snape first entered him. It made the rest of the world fade away.

Fingers teased him gently, slick with Snape's specialized lubricant and Harry arched up into them. The first one slid in with only minimal discomfort and he heard Snape's hiss of approval.

"So tight, Harry. You've been using that spell, haven't you?"

Harry nodded, unable to actually vocalize an answer as the finger began its slow slide in and out, twisting ever so as Snape caressed Harry from the inside. He knew he was making a whining sound and should stop, but then the sound was gone, swallowed up by Lucius.

A second finger was added and Harry wiggled against, trying to relax the muscles clenching down upon it. He felt Severus and Lucius rub his stomach reassuringly. "Open for me, Harry," Severus whispered.

He wanted to, he really did, and he regretted his idiotic decision to use the spell twice before coming down to Snape's office. "Please," he begged, not quite certain what it was he was asking for.

"Oh, he's just ripe for the picking, Severus." Lucius' voice was suddenly deeper, huskier, and Harry shivered at the sound of it.

"You are right, of course. How lax of me not to think of such myself." And then Severus' fingers were withdrawing and Harry cried out in protest.

"Hush, silly boy, and turn over."

Harry could barely manage that, twisting his body over until he lay face down on the bed. Lucius moved up to the head of the bed and leaned back, beckoning to him. Gathering up all of his strength, Harry crawled the scant inches upwards until he could settle himself comfortably over Lucius' pale pink cock. He felt hands on his hips and the tingling of a cleansing spell, and worried that Snape would take him too quickly and without enough preparation, but the hand on his head, encouraging him downwards, was reassuring. Lucius wouldn't let him that close to such delicate anatomy if there was even the slightest chance that...

"Nnngh..." Severus' hot, slippery tongue was suddenly there and the sensations just about killed Harry on the spot. He had thought they'd done all there was to do when it came to sex and suddenly Severus did something like that. Yes, Harry had fantasized about it, but he hadn't ever really thought that people did that.

Severus stabbed at the tight ring of muscle with his tongue, pushing his way into Harry's body. He groaned aloud, deep and reverberating, as he felt Harry clench down around him. It was amazing, the taste and scent of the boy, and he strove to drive himself even deeper.

It took every ounce of Harry concentration for him to focus on the cock in front of him and not the man behind him. He lapped at the tip first, watching it go from a rosy pink to a dusky purple. Lucius let out an appreciative moan, one of his first for the night, and slid his fingers into Harry's dark, unruly curls.

"Yes," Lucius hissed and Harry smiled around his mouthful even as he teased the underside of the man's cock with his tongue. He traced the vein all the way down to the base and back up again, pleased to be able to put his hard learned talents to use. Just a few short months before he had been gagging after only the first inch or so, but under Severus' patient tutelage, he had finally managed to take Lucius' entire length. Not Severus', the man was too wide and too long for that, but he didn't seem to mind that Harry always had to resort to using his hands as well.

"//You tasssteee sssooo goooood,//" Harry whispered in Parseltongue, and was rewarded with two loud moans. Behind him, Snape pulled away and Harry whimpered, pressing back to find his earlier source of torment. When he heard the whispered, Engorgio, his cock, still left untouched, seemed to come alive. And then Severus returned and he was pushing back into Harry, only this time his tongue was longer, thicker and it stretched out to reach that tiny nub, setting off an explosion of color behind Harry's eye lids. "//Seevvverrrussss... goooinnng toooo coooommeee//"

"Oh no you don't," Snape growled, after ending the engorgement spell, and he caught Harry - cock and balls - in a grip that was only painful enough to deny release. Harry choked back a sound of outrage and glared over his shoulder.

"Do not, fret, mon petit," Lucius comforted, not bothering to conceal his smirk when Harry rounded him. Still quite self-conscious about his smaller stature, he had a great dislike to being called 'petit' no matter how it was intended. "We simply do not want you to come too soon. We do, afterall, have big plans for you tonight."

Harry shivered at the promising threat. Before he could respond, however, Snape's mouth had returned and Lucius was guiding him back into place. He closed his eyes and hummed when a single, slick digit joined Severus' tongue.

He was stretched slowly and carefully, another finger added only when Snape deemed him ready. The sensations were almost too intense for him to handle and twice the older wizard had been required to stave off an impeding orgasm. Lucius took advantage of Harry's distraction and drove himself fully into the wet, warm cavernous mouth.

Harry gave up trying to focus on doing anything more sucking in hard when Lucius thrust up. Letting the older man simply fuck his mouth was better than trying to divide his attention between Severus' rimming skills - as Lucius had been kind enough to inform of when Harry had finally asked what was being done to him - and Lucius who was silently demanding his own release.

It was with a start that Harry realized Severus was working four long fingers into him. Lucius, whose eyes were half-closed, opened his mouth to speak and Harry sucked hard. He was pleased to hear the man's voice crack when he spoke. "I believe he is ready for you, Severus," was the hoarse comment.

"I do believe that you are correct, Lucius," Snape replied with a smug tone.

Harry had been expecting to feel Snape then, pushing in as slow and steady as he always did. Instead, the hands on his hips pulled him away from Lucius and turned him, even as their owner rolled over onto his back. Guiding Harry to straddle him, Severus supported him while the young man carefully centered himself and began to bear down.

There it was, that slow, sweet burn, that stinging pain that Harry always savored during the first few moments in which he was being breached. He could feel himself slowly giving way to the intruder, could feel Snape stretching him wide open and he marveled once more that the man even fit down there. It seemed impossible.

He took his time impaling himself, enjoying every ridge that brushed against his inner walls. Halfway down he flexed his muscles, clenching down on Severus and causing the man to groan loudly. Snape was by no means a loud man, which meant that every sound he did make was all the sweeter for it. As he slipped down further, he continued to contract around Snape.

By the time he was completely seated, he felt so full he was certain he would come apart at the seams the moment Snape began to move. Snape, it seemed however, had a different idea. Instead of encouraging Harry to ride him, he pulled the boy down and kissed him deeply. Harry sighed into the kiss, his hands coming up to wrap themselves in the blessedly clean but now coarse black hair.

The introduction of another finger down there tore a gasp from his throat and he shot Severus a startled look.

"Am I hurting you?"

Harry shook his head as he fought to gain control of his voice. "N-n-no. Just... It feels so full."

Snape laughed. "You will be even more so in just a few minutes."

Harry's eyes widened almost comically. "Your hand?" he whispered.

"Let's just work on this for now, hmm? Lucius, a hand if you would?"

"Certainly."

Severus withdrew his fingers slowly, pulling the younger man down against his chest even though every nerve was screaming for him to flip them over and pound Harry into the mattress. That, however, would ruin their plans for the evening.

Harry was calm through the introduction of the first finger, and even the second, but at the third he began to squirm. He was uncomfortably full suddenly and the slight burning was turning into something closer to real pain. He was almost relieved when the fingers were removed.

"Severus?" Lucius voice held a note of concern that had Harry wanting to turn around to see what was going on. Snape's face gave away nothing when he responded.

"Proceed, Lucius, but go slowly. I will ease Harry through this. Do. Not. Rush." Harry felt more than saw Lucius nod and his body tensed automatically.

Snape's hands ran up and down his back and the rough timber of his voice washed over Harry. "Hush, boy, hush. Breathe. Deep breath, Harry and push back."

It was like his first time all over again and he bit his lip to keep from crying out when he felt Lucius beginning to push into him. The pain was fast and strong, lancing up his back and he felt like an utter girl when he couldn't hold back a single tear. But then Snape was cupping his face and kissing him. His scent, his taste, it overwhelmed Harry's senses and he gave up the fight with what was going on behind him.

"I'm almost in." Lucius, for his part, sounded so strained Harry almost laughed. Snape did, his chest rumbling against Harry's and the sound helping to relax too tense muscles. He still hurt, unbelievably so, but the knowledge that he had them both inside him, that they were both filling him, was so erotic, so fucking amazing, that the pain meant nothing.

Fully seated, Lucius draped himself over his young lover, dropping kisses along Harry's back and neck before attacking his earlobe. His fingers skated over olive toned skin first, then the more pallid but just as pleasing flesh. Harry moaned as the movement drove Lucius deeper, and Snape answered with one of his own.

"Dear gods, Lucius," he choked out.

"Yes, I-I agree. I am- I have... never..." He bit Harry's shoulder hard as he withdrew slightly and then thrust back in. Unable to stop himself, the boy cried out, a great shuddering sob tearing its way from his belly up out of his throat.

"Oh god! Please, Luc- Sev, please!" He was begging and sobbing and dammit but they just felt so fucking good even though it hurt like hell. And even then, he didn't want it to end, ever, but he needed more and needed it soon. "I won't break damn you, now move!"

Lucius chuckled but Snape only growled before snapping his hips up hard. Harry's body jerked with the force of the movement and he keened as the blond mirrored Snape's actions.

They moved in tandem and Harry only spared a moment's thought as to what that must have felt like for them. As it was, the sensation of having both men inside him was making it very hard not to come on the spot. He only wished it didn't hurt quite as much.

Severus searched his face and seemed to understand what Harry was thinking because in the next second, his hand was closing around the neglected cock pressed into his belly. Lucius' hand joined Snape's and together they began to stroke in time with their thrusts. It was by no means an easy feat, but they managed to make it work nonetheless. Harry could barely think for all the blood that was rushing to his head.

When he came it was with a sharp cry, and he clamped down hard around the still moving lengths within him. Lucius let out an indelicate choking sound, but Snape was too busy wiping away tears and kissing swollen lips.

"Yes, Harry," he encouraged softly, and the boy jerked back involuntarily at the sound of his voice. "Yes, just relax. Relax and let Lucius and I take care of you."

Harry nodded and slipped further down, resting his head on the thin but comforting chest. He closed his eyes, letting himself enjoy the feel of them. Lucius' hips snapped to and fro in a steady rhythm while Snape maintained a more leisurely pace. They were drawing close, though, and already Harry mourned the moment when they would be spent and slipping free of him.

Lucius came first with a final hard thrust and a gasp of Harry and Severus' names bleeding together as they rolled off his tongue. In that second, their magic was connect and Harry used just enough of it to tug on the wards around the room. Not a second later, Severus came with a shout, his words inarticulate but meaningful all the same. Harry could feel each pulse flood his insides and he clenched around them, trying desperately to keep it all inside him.

Lucius collapsed against Harry's back, unable to support himself any longer, and the young man braced himself on his arms so as not to suffocate Severus. The older, dark haired wizard kissed him breathless, his tongue plunging deeply into Harry's mouth in an action closely resembling what they had been doing not moments before. Harry sighed, contented.

The bedroom door banged open and a shocked, familiar voice rang clear. "Sweet fucking Merlin." Harry hid his grin in the curve of Severus' neck while Lucius' head snapped up, his eyes narrowing as they took in the sight of his son, rumpled and breathless, standing in the doorway.

"Oh gods, I think I'm gonna be sick!" Without a backwards glance, the youngest Malfoy ran from the room.

"That was a dirty trick, Harry," Severus chided without heat.

"Serves the git right, always going on about what we do. Figured it would shut him up."

"As much as I disapprove of your calling my son names, Harry, I do agree that he had it coming to him. I had been searching for a suitable punishment after the last set of rumors he "didn't" start."

"Yes, well, I think the memory of seeing his godfather and his father buried to the hilt inside his greatest school rival will be burned into his memory for years to come," Harry snickered. The sound turned into a sigh as Lucius withdrew and Snape pulled him closer, remaining inside the young man by sheer will.

"You realize, don't you," Snape said sometime later, "that Draco will no doubt tell everyone in the school just what he saw. He could very well use a pensieve to prove it. Lucius and I stand to lose our jobs and you could be expelled."

Harry let out a bark of laughter that held no humor. "Of course he could, and he no doubt will. But think about it, who is going to punish us? That is why it pays to be the hero. He can bitch until he's blue in the face and no one is going to do anything because they don't want to piss off the Boy-Who-Nearly-Died-to-Save-Them-All-and-is-now-the-Most-Powerful-Wizard-in-Britain."

Rich, full laughter filled the room and Harry collapsed against Severus' chest once more, slowly drifting off into sleep. His world was right; he was happy, sated and cared for. Plus, he was rich, so even if they did lose their jobs and he got expelled, they would be just fine. Nothing Draco Malfoy could do would ruin that.

~ Fin ~