Harry Potter and the Threesome that Wouldn't Die Author/ff.net - Sera Luanma (kris.lenz@verizon.net) Rating - NC-17 Pairing - Harry/Lucius/Snape Disclaimer - If you think I own it, I want what you're on! A/N - Written on a challenge by a friend of mine and her perverted muse. She's the wonderful woman who preread my other fic and wrote me English for the Language-Challenged. Some of the refrences might be obscure unless you read Lady K d'Azrael's fic Harry Potter and the Tupperwear Party. Summary: An unusual threesome involving an abandoned room and a couple spells. Just an excuse for three guys having sex. ---- Lucius Malfoy led a frisky Harry Potter down the dusty hall of an ignored corner of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, slowly getting aroused by Harry's whispered demands of money for what they were about to do. He quickly opened the nearest door and thanked Merlin it had a bed. Screwing on old desks usually resulted in splinters, as Lucius could well attest to. He watched as Harry streched out on the velveteen bedding of the old, tenebrous room. He seemed completely at ease as Lucius conjured up a cd player and turned on some music, stripping out of his dragon-hide boots and robes, and dragging off the boxers proclaiming, 'Advertise here!' Turning to the green-eyed demon on the bed, he smirked and raised an eyebrow at Harry's state. "Why, Mr. Potter, that better not be what I think it is..." He inquired mock coyly at the impressive erection tenting Harry's knickers, wondering for a moment how Harry had stripped so quickly. Harry got on his hands and knees and crawled across the bed, submissive look on his face. "It's anything yeh want it to be, Mr. Malfoy, sir," he drawled in a mock-victorian accent. Lucius growled and shoved Harry back onto the spread, capturing his lips in a vicious kiss that opened Harry's bottom lip and left him reeling. Harry flipped him onto this back and gyrated his hips onto the blonde's groin in time to the music blaring from the speakers. A low moan escaped his lips when he felt Lucius's fingers latch onto one of his nipples and pinch hard while his mouth enclosed the other. He had just reached beneath the elastic band of Harry's boxers when the door slammed open and Severus Snape stormed in, stopping in shock at the tableau. Lucius reacted quickly and grabbed his wand, shouting, "Imperious!" Snape twitched and got a glazed look into his eyes. The older man's voice dropped low and silken as he commanded Snape, "Come join in our fun, Sevvy." The lank man strode softly towards the bed and stripped, training cooly clear eyes onto the couple. "If you had wanted me to join, you only had to ask, it's not like Voldemort ever put me under to engage in kinky sex with you," he replied before procuring a jar of a bluish substance. He uncapped the jar and slicked up his fingers, moving behind Harry and reaching forawrd to caress his cock, the lubricant's smell bringing back memories of sweat and tupperwear. He groaned and arched into the touch before turning and seeking Snape's mouth. He was quickly shoved away and the next minute found Snape's dick being pounded into his mouth as he was pushed down by the hair. He blindly reached out a hand and found Lucius, quickly wrapping a hand around his stiff member and pumping, loving every agonized grunt when he flicked a finger over the come-slickened head and rubbing it down the base. "A-ah, Severus -oh god!- now thissss brings back -harder!- memories, doesn't iTT!" he said between exclaimations. He reached out and tangled his fingers into Snape's damp hair, bringing their lips together and fighting with brandingly hot tongues. Harry kept at his ministrations while reaching up his other hand to smear some of the lube from his cock onto his fingers before sliding them around Snape's rim and shoving his finger into him, curling it till he found the prostrate, rubbing it and almost choking from the sudden jerk of those delightfully prominent hipbones into his face. He lifted his mouth and forced Snape onto his back, lifting long legs to wrap around his waist and pound into the almost laconic profesor without a care to his hissed exclaimation of pain. Snape was nearly insensitate with pleasure and pulled Lucius over his face to fuck every inch of the wizard's length with a skillful tongue and hands. Lucius in turn grabbed the other man's cock and yanked with one hard movement, ignoring the girly scream of ecstasy from around the mouthful the profesor had. Snape came a minute later from the pumping hand and furious thrusting, whimpering one thing the whole time. "Oh god - MINERVA!" Harry stopped for a second in shock then threw his head back as Snape clenched around him, quickly pulling out before he could climax. Seeing how Snape was almost gone, a goofy grin on his face, Harry turned to Lucius and smirked. "Lucius, you're even better than Draco!" "Well, what do you expect? That insolent boy of mine couldn't even get a proper fetish with jello. No, he had to go and obsess over europlastic tupperwear." At the mention of tupperwear, Harry's eyes glazed and he struggled to all fours, pulling Lucius to him and begged, "Do me now, Lucius!" Lucius obliged and shoved every inch of himself into Harry's lubricated hole, gripping his shoulders and watching the blood drip from the light love-marks he inflicted. He pulled out and moved forward so hard Harry slammed into the head board, all the while moaning about lunchboxes and shrieking Lucius's name. "100 points to Gryffindor..." Snape muttered as he flew off the bed and onto the floor like a badly tossed quoit, falling back into dreams of a stern voice telling him he has been very naughty consorting with Draco and Harry, and now Lucius again after so many years. The noises Severus was making on the floor were muted and insignifigant to the madly fucking couple on the stained sheets. Each were lost in their fantasies of green lubrication-like substances and of smoothly hard chunks of plastic when Lucius gave a final squeal and began to get Harry off while he climaxed hard into the boy's depths, clenching manicured nails into Harry's weeping length. Lucius's hand was soon covered with essence du Harry of a very large quantity. Lucius collapsed onto him and took a deep shuddering breath while Harry squirmed around till he was next to Lucius, hoping for some post- coital cuddling. He looked at the perfectly built man lying next to him and resisted the urge to spout irrelevant poetry. The blonde roused himself after a minute and climbed out of the ancient bed, grabbing his wand and muttering a repairing spell to his soiled and marked skin. Everything faded after a moment and he dressed in his robes quickly, stopping a minute to toss a gold galleon to the the figure giving him a smoldering look from the middle of the musty sheets. "See you next time, Mr. Potter." "Anytime, Master Malfoy, sir." --- Later that night, while snuggling up to a quick-seal box and recovering from another bout of sexual olympics, Harry winced at the multiple aches in his body and whispered the days activities to his lover, including the name Snape screamed. "Merlin's beard, that's disgusting, Harry." "I know...But the world has changed now that you're made of ivory and gold. The curve of your lips rewrite history..." he drawled, leaning in to press the length of his body to Draco's while grabbing his lips in a tender kiss. Draco pulled away a minute later and smirked bemusedly at Harry. "What have I told you about that sentimental shit, Potter?" he grinned while pushing Harry onto his back and ignoring the strangled, "Not again!" while he worked his way over the body spread underneath him. "Yeah, well, next time, don't forget to invite me, you little slut."