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Oct. 3rd, 2004 03:24 pmrynneWhoo, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
queerditch_pub again! Today's theme was threesomes, even if only one of mine managed to be an actual threesome...
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prettyveela* One is H/Hr. I'm sorry, I couldn't help it! It was the only way to make this prompt non-squicky, and I couldn't think of anything else for the other prompts in the round!
Anyway, here are the drabbles. Note that only the last one is an actual threesome. These will be individually rated, since they vary.
“You can’t,” Hermione said, “without my help.”
Remus rubbed his forehead. “I know,” he said. “I know that very well. But it doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
Hermione’s eyes flashed. “Is it my age?” she demanded. “Is it just because I’m seventeen?”
“No,” Remus said, putting his hands on her shoulders. “It’s because you’re Harry’s friend, and he needs you more than I do, and for his sake, I can’t put you in danger.”
Hermione wrenched herself away. “I’m myself,” she said. “I’m more than just Harry’s friend, and I’ll do what I think needs to be done!”
“But this doesn’t,” Remus argued. “And you are yourself, of course you are, but that doesn’t negate the fact that Harry needs you! I don’t need—him—”
Hermione snorted. “Like hell you don’t,” she said bluntly. “Oh, I know you can live without him. You’ve done it for twelve years, and so on. But you can’t be happy without him, and dammit Professor, I want you to be happy! So I’ll do this for you, and be damned to the consequences.” Her eyes flashed again. “And don’t try to argue with me,” she warned.
Remus sighed. “I don’t suppose there’s a way that I could really stop you…”
Hermione smiled, cheerful again now that she wasn’t being thwarted. “Nope,” she agreed, “there’s not.” Her smile turned more gentle, softer. “Don’t worry, Professor,” she said quietly. “I’ll get him back for you.”
*
They fell down to the carpet, having no care to try and make it farther. It wasn’t worth it to try and reach their bedroom now, not when there was no one else home and Remus had been gone so long and Sirius needed him, needed his smile, his laughter, his sweat, his hair brushing Sirius’s forehead…
“God. Sirius,” Remus bit out as Sirius haphazardly shoved a hand beneath his robes.
“At your service,” Sirius panted, and Remus laughed, a deep, throaty laugh, and Sirius had to hide his face in Remus’s neck, because otherwise he would see Remus’s eyes, and things would end before they’d even really properly begun.
Then Sirius licked Remus’s neck, the hollow of his throat, nipped just below his pulse, and Remus’s hands clutched at his hair and pulled Sirius closer and—
“Remus? Sirius? Where are—oh.”
Sirius looked up, not even bothering to get off Remus, to see Bill in the doorway.
“Er. Hullo, Bill,” Sirius managed, wiping hair off his forehead and giving a charming smile.
“Hello, Sirius. Remus.” Bill nodded at them, his cheeks and ears flushing bright red. “I’ll just leave, don’t mind me…”
Bill left in a hurry, the door to the room slamming shut behind him. Sirius and Remus looked at each other and laughed.
*
Harry looked down in awe at his daughter, who opened her eyes and looked up at him with pale green eyes, eyes that he knew would later turn his own shade of emerald once she grew older.
“Hermione…” he breathed, and Hermione looked up from where she lay exhausted on the bed. “Hermione, I…”
She reached up, curved her hand around his cheek. “We’re naming her Lily,” she said, firmly, as if no arguments would be tolerated. At the moment, she looked fragile, as if a wind could blow her around as easily as it did paper, but Harry knew how strong she was.
Harry looked down at his daughter again, as she blinked and yawned and stretched out her arms to welcome the world. “Lily,” he repeated. She blinked at him, and Harry didn’t even try to stop the train of tears on his cheeks. “She’s beautiful, Hermione.”
Hermione lay back with a satisfied smile on her face and held out her arms for her daughter. “She is,” she agreed. Harry carefully placed Lily in her arms, and knelt down to be closer to both of them.
*
Regulus loved the gold in his hair, so much more precious than any other kind. Metal had nothing on the way the light would settle in Remus’s hair and turn the plain dirty blond into molten gold.
Gold too, was the sound of his voice, smooth and cool, and exactly what could inspire so many people to desire it for themselves. The sound of his voice, that golden tenor focused on them alone, whispering in their ear, screaming their name in ecstasy--that was true gold.
And he was gold because there was so little of him. He was so precious because not everyone could have him. Not everyone could see his naked body glowing softly golden in the candlelight as he arched up into them, firelight washing everything gold.
He was precious, worth more than anything else, and who better to have him than Regulus, who was a Black, and deserved such things?
But, why did Sirius have to be a Black too?
*
“You’re too quiet,” James said.
Remus looked up at him lazily. “Hmm?” He yawned.
“During sex,” Sirius spoke up helpfully, and Remus blinked.
“Yeah,” James agreed, smacking his hand on the coverlet for emphasis.
“What?” Remus asked densely, and Sirius chuckled.
“What James means, dear Moony,” he started, lowering his head to Remus’s chest and biting gently at a nipple, “is that you don’t make noise when we’re busy fucking you ‘til Doomsday. I make noise. James makes noise. You don’t.”
“…Is that a bad thing?” Remus raised an eyebrow, and shifted slightly closer as James moved in and nipped at his collarbone.
“Well, we just,” tongue moving down chest, “want to,” dipping into Remus’s navel, and Remus arched, “hear you.” James trailed his tongue down Remus’s spine. “Just sort of,” Sirius went lower, “an indication of,” nipped slightly at the inside of Remus’s thigh, “how well we’re doing,” and ran his tongue over where he’d nipped, “in giving you pleasure.”
James moved in behind him directly and whispered something, a spell they all knew very well. “Oh,” Remus nearly hissed, “in that case…”
James thrust inside him just as Sirius’s mouth slipped over his cock, and Remus howled.
queerditch_pub again! Today's theme was threesomes, even if only one of mine managed to be an actual threesome...Also. *hides from
prettyveela* One is H/Hr. I'm sorry, I couldn't help it! It was the only way to make this prompt non-squicky, and I couldn't think of anything else for the other prompts in the round!Anyway, here are the drabbles. Note that only the last one is an actual threesome. These will be individually rated, since they vary.
“You can’t,” Hermione said, “without my help.”
Remus rubbed his forehead. “I know,” he said. “I know that very well. But it doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
Hermione’s eyes flashed. “Is it my age?” she demanded. “Is it just because I’m seventeen?”
“No,” Remus said, putting his hands on her shoulders. “It’s because you’re Harry’s friend, and he needs you more than I do, and for his sake, I can’t put you in danger.”
Hermione wrenched herself away. “I’m myself,” she said. “I’m more than just Harry’s friend, and I’ll do what I think needs to be done!”
“But this doesn’t,” Remus argued. “And you are yourself, of course you are, but that doesn’t negate the fact that Harry needs you! I don’t need—him—”
Hermione snorted. “Like hell you don’t,” she said bluntly. “Oh, I know you can live without him. You’ve done it for twelve years, and so on. But you can’t be happy without him, and dammit Professor, I want you to be happy! So I’ll do this for you, and be damned to the consequences.” Her eyes flashed again. “And don’t try to argue with me,” she warned.
Remus sighed. “I don’t suppose there’s a way that I could really stop you…”
Hermione smiled, cheerful again now that she wasn’t being thwarted. “Nope,” she agreed, “there’s not.” Her smile turned more gentle, softer. “Don’t worry, Professor,” she said quietly. “I’ll get him back for you.”
*
They fell down to the carpet, having no care to try and make it farther. It wasn’t worth it to try and reach their bedroom now, not when there was no one else home and Remus had been gone so long and Sirius needed him, needed his smile, his laughter, his sweat, his hair brushing Sirius’s forehead…
“God. Sirius,” Remus bit out as Sirius haphazardly shoved a hand beneath his robes.
“At your service,” Sirius panted, and Remus laughed, a deep, throaty laugh, and Sirius had to hide his face in Remus’s neck, because otherwise he would see Remus’s eyes, and things would end before they’d even really properly begun.
Then Sirius licked Remus’s neck, the hollow of his throat, nipped just below his pulse, and Remus’s hands clutched at his hair and pulled Sirius closer and—
“Remus? Sirius? Where are—oh.”
Sirius looked up, not even bothering to get off Remus, to see Bill in the doorway.
“Er. Hullo, Bill,” Sirius managed, wiping hair off his forehead and giving a charming smile.
“Hello, Sirius. Remus.” Bill nodded at them, his cheeks and ears flushing bright red. “I’ll just leave, don’t mind me…”
Bill left in a hurry, the door to the room slamming shut behind him. Sirius and Remus looked at each other and laughed.
*
Harry looked down in awe at his daughter, who opened her eyes and looked up at him with pale green eyes, eyes that he knew would later turn his own shade of emerald once she grew older.
“Hermione…” he breathed, and Hermione looked up from where she lay exhausted on the bed. “Hermione, I…”
She reached up, curved her hand around his cheek. “We’re naming her Lily,” she said, firmly, as if no arguments would be tolerated. At the moment, she looked fragile, as if a wind could blow her around as easily as it did paper, but Harry knew how strong she was.
Harry looked down at his daughter again, as she blinked and yawned and stretched out her arms to welcome the world. “Lily,” he repeated. She blinked at him, and Harry didn’t even try to stop the train of tears on his cheeks. “She’s beautiful, Hermione.”
Hermione lay back with a satisfied smile on her face and held out her arms for her daughter. “She is,” she agreed. Harry carefully placed Lily in her arms, and knelt down to be closer to both of them.
*
Regulus loved the gold in his hair, so much more precious than any other kind. Metal had nothing on the way the light would settle in Remus’s hair and turn the plain dirty blond into molten gold.
Gold too, was the sound of his voice, smooth and cool, and exactly what could inspire so many people to desire it for themselves. The sound of his voice, that golden tenor focused on them alone, whispering in their ear, screaming their name in ecstasy--that was true gold.
And he was gold because there was so little of him. He was so precious because not everyone could have him. Not everyone could see his naked body glowing softly golden in the candlelight as he arched up into them, firelight washing everything gold.
He was precious, worth more than anything else, and who better to have him than Regulus, who was a Black, and deserved such things?
But, why did Sirius have to be a Black too?
*
“You’re too quiet,” James said.
Remus looked up at him lazily. “Hmm?” He yawned.
“During sex,” Sirius spoke up helpfully, and Remus blinked.
“Yeah,” James agreed, smacking his hand on the coverlet for emphasis.
“What?” Remus asked densely, and Sirius chuckled.
“What James means, dear Moony,” he started, lowering his head to Remus’s chest and biting gently at a nipple, “is that you don’t make noise when we’re busy fucking you ‘til Doomsday. I make noise. James makes noise. You don’t.”
“…Is that a bad thing?” Remus raised an eyebrow, and shifted slightly closer as James moved in and nipped at his collarbone.
“Well, we just,” tongue moving down chest, “want to,” dipping into Remus’s navel, and Remus arched, “hear you.” James trailed his tongue down Remus’s spine. “Just sort of,” Sirius went lower, “an indication of,” nipped slightly at the inside of Remus’s thigh, “how well we’re doing,” and ran his tongue over where he’d nipped, “in giving you pleasure.”
James moved in behind him directly and whispered something, a spell they all knew very well. “Oh,” Remus nearly hissed, “in that case…”
James thrust inside him just as Sirius’s mouth slipped over his cock, and Remus howled.
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Date: 2004-10-03 04:52 pm (UTC)And the others were great fun.
Rynne!
Date: 2004-10-03 09:12 pm (UTC)Prepare to have a troll crank call on your voice message :P
I can't BELIEVE you Rynne! Are you on our side or what? *sniff sniff*
Just because I love you so, I'll go read it. Jesus.
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Date: 2004-10-04 02:42 am (UTC)And also? Icon Love!