Laboratory Love

TITLE: Laboratory Love for aleysiasnape
RATING: NC-17
WORD COUNT: 1512
WARNING: Coarse Language, Smutty Threesome Action
PROMPT: SS/HG/LM, adult, prompt: trapped by a potions spill that just happens to be a love potion.
A/N: In order to understand the potion title, it refers to the Stanley Kubrick movie Full Metal Jacket (1987), in which the Vietnam call-girls would entice the soldiers by telling them how long they would 'love' them.


“Ms Granger!” Snape barked at her. “How many times have I told you that you cannot use the lab for Weasley product experimentation?” Since taking Hermione on as an apprentice, he had struggled between wanting to kill her and wanting to bed her.

He often wanted to slip her an over dose of Draught of the Living Death, mainly when she would experiment without his approval. He wanted to take her against the workbench whenever she would make a breakthrough in whatever research they had been working on at the time. At this moment, his thoughts were more homicidal in nature.

“I apologize sir, but my flat is currently being fumigated, so I'm unable to live or work there. Just a few more moments and I'll be finished with this.”

“What sort of depraved nonsense do they have you working on now?”

“A potion for their Fetish line.”

Severus raised his eyebrows in surprise, “A fetish potion?”

“Not exactly. It's more of a lose your inhibitions potion. It's not administered orally, but rather applied to the items in their Fetish collection.”

“Fascinating,” he said drolly. “I certainly hope you're getting residuals from this, if only so you can replace the ingredients you've used from my stores.”

Hermione glared at him briefly before she told him, “Of course they pay me a percentage and they provide all necessary ingredients. Is there anything else you wish to know about regarding my side projects, or am I free to continue my work?”

Severus waved his hand at her and gruffly replied, “Continue.” He looked at the case she packed her finished work in, noticing several vials of a deep purple potion. “What are those?”

Glancing briefly at what he was gesturing to, she said, “It's one of my creations called Love You Long Time.” She saw his confused look and answered his unasked question, “People are forever saying sex is best when the parties involved are in love. This potion facilitates that. It's an airborne potion, which makes dosing less intrusive in a delicate situation. The properties of the potion take effect then quickly dissipate from the air, so as not to affect innocent bystanders hours after the fact.”

There was an unmistakable look of horror on his face as he processed what she had just described to him. “Once I've decanted the fetish potion, all of it will go into my warded, unbreakable case.”

“Do hurry. Lucius Malfoy will be flooing here soon. We'll need the lab and complete privacy.” No sooner had the words left his mouth, then Lucius came stumbling out of the floo. “Gods damned rug,” he mumbled as he missed his footing while exiting, and fell against Hermione, who was in the process of packing her case.

Jolted by Lucius' fall, she dropped the case. Two purple vials bounced out and shattered on the floor. The double dose his them all very quickly.

“Fuck!” Severus swore as he felt himself flush with a rush of lust. He had never been personally dosed with a love potion, but he knew what effects he should be feeling. They were most certainly didn't include the overwhelming arousal he felt, which threatened to burst the buttons on his trousers. The second he looked into Hermione's eyes, he felt an indescribable emotion fill his very soul.

Lucius was also feeling similar effects. At first, it was mind numbing lust, then the gut wrenching love hit him the moment Hermione looked at him.

“What in Merlin's name just happened?” Lucius asked Severus, confused by the conflicting emotions he felt. “Why is my body insisting I rut like a Niffler in heat, but my heart is aching to make slow, passionate love to Ms Granger?”

Severus and Hermione were both panting from the exertion of trying to calm their libidos. Hermione was the first to answer Lucius' questions, “It's a potion I created for the Weasley twins' product line. Love You Long Time is a potion that gives the users the feeling of being in love for the duration of their sexual activities together.”

“What happens if we don't engage in those activities?” Severus asked as he brushed a hand against his erection, willing it to subside.

Hermione's breathing became a bit more labored, “The lust will take over and practically force it. This is why the product will only be sold to of age people in monogamous relationships.” She looked from Severus to Lucius, and back again, “Could we retire to a more comfortable locale? I'm almost past the point of no return.”

The men nodded in agreement and Severus quickly led them to his private quarters. They each began shedding their clothes once they were safely ensconced in Severus' locked and warded bedroom. Hermione cast the contraceptive charm on herself and set her wand beside Severus' on the night table, which Lucius' cane rested against.

There was no need for further discussion as the potion seemed to somehow tell them what the others needed. Hermione settled back on the bed with Lucius and Severus on each side of her.

Lucius began kissing her and tweaking her nipples, gently pulling on the sensitive nubs which quickly stiffened in arousal. Severus' fingers slid slowly down her stomach to her quim, delving into her cleft, rolling her clit between his fingers. His hand became slippery with her wetness and eased the passage of two of his fingers into her. He brought his mouth down to suckle her to orgasm.

Lucius' mouth left hers and laved her breasts, sending pulses of sensation straight to her core where Severus was practically pulling an orgasm from her.

“Oh gods! Oh gods! I'm coming!” she moaned in a breathy voice. Her climax hit her like a tidal wave. White lights burst behind her eyes as Lucius sucked hard on her breasts and her pussy pulsed around Severus' questing fingers.

Hermione struggled to catch her breath. Lucius released his hold on her swollen nipples to whisper to her, “Will you suck my cock, witch?” Lucius jerked his head in Severus' direction as he continued, “Severus is wanting to fuck your hot, little cunt and I'm aching for you to suck me off.” Lucius' hand joined Severus', stroking along her plump folds, arousing her body further.

All she managed to say was “Yes.” Resting her head against the pillows provided the perfect angle for Lucius' needs. Beads of milky white fluid gathered at his tip, enticing Hermione to taste. She swirled her tongue against his head, tasting his salty essence as Severus settled between her open thighs.

Severus worked his prick against her, lubricating himself with her arousal. He nudged her clit with his cock, sliding down the petals of her swollen sex and began pushing himself into her. She had taken Lucius into her mouth, so all she could manage to say came out in a muffled moan as Severus pushed deeper still.

With one hand resting on the headboard, Lucius entwined his fingers in Hermione's hair, urging her to take in all of his considerable length. Hermione did her best to oblige, holding onto Lucius' gently thrusting hips with her hand, occasionally running her fingers along the cleft of his arse. Her other arm was draped around Severus' shoulder, her hand resting on his back. Her nails dug into his flesh with every penetration.

Severus spread Hermione's legs as wide as possible, hooking her calves over his forearms as he drove her into the mattress. Each thrust brought Hermione closer to the brink. She was determined to bring both men over with her.

Hermione's questing hand slipped between Lucius' arse cheeks, insistently pressing his sensitive flesh. Lucius could no longer hold back and he flooded her mouth with his seed. She released his prick and pushed his come out of her mouth, letting it flow down her chin and coat her breasts. Sated, Lucius fell onto the bed to watch Severus continue fucking their witch.

Severus began thrusting wildly because of the sight before him. He wrapped on of Hermione's legs around his waist to free his hand to rub her swollen clit. She needed almost no stimulation before she felt her world shatter, pleasure flooding her core and radiating outwards. When her pussy pulsed around his cock, Severus felt his restraint snap, and he came more forcefully than he could ever remember doing before. As she milked the last of his orgasm from him, Severus' hips slowed to a gentle roll as his softening cock slipped from her body. Severus eased off of her, coming to rest at her side.

Hermione spoke first, “Next time, I think a single dose will be sufficient. The lust takes over too quickly with a double dose.”

“Will we have the need for the potion?” Lucius asked.

“Most certainly not,” Severus replied. Hermione tried not to show her disappointment as she absorbed their words. “I want to continue this arrangement without chemical assistance. Don't you both agree?”

“Absolutely,” Lucius and Hermione told him enthusiastically.

“There's definitely no need for my potion. No need at all.”