| Title: | Fantasia | Author: | Femme | Rating: | NC-17 | Pairing: | Harry/Ron, Harry/Percy, Harry/Percy/Ron | Summary: | A fantasy is brought to life.
| Warnings: | Weasleycest | Author's Notes: | Written for Icarus' and Isolde's birthday. Many felicitous regards upon the occasion, you two. (I'm glad you both were born. *grin*)
Some meta references to hp_dungeons. | Story: |
The polished silver lamp next to the door sputtered as the two robed figures approached, leaning on one another.
A snort of laughter echoed through the narrow street.
"Shh." The smaller figure slid a pale hand over the mouth of his companion. "You'll wake the neighbors." He dropped his hand immediately. "Stop licking me, damn it."
The redhead peered down at him. "I like the way you taste." He snickered. "All of you. I can't believe we're doing this."
"You want to go back?" Lamplight glinted off small, wire-rimmed spectacles, behind which a pair of green eyes narrowed nervously. "We can if you'd like..." He turned around as if to flee.
"I don't think so, Harry." The taller man caught his friend's arm and pulled him back. "You said this was your fantasy." He grinned down at him. "I want to give it to you."
"Ron..." Harry sighed. "I was only joking."
"Were not." Ron tugged at his arm, dragging Harry up the short flight of steps to the door. "You meant it."
"They'll find out, you know. I don't know how, but they will."
Ron wrinkled his nose. "So? Those three bloody bints have put us through hell and back the past month. And if we'd like a bit of a slap and tickle on the side, who cares? They'll deal, Harry. It's not like they have to write this into that monstrosity they call a story."
"No, but may I remind you that they have the power to make our lives absolutely miserable right now," Harry said glumly, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I don't reckon they'll appreciate us going off on our own like this."
"Sure they will." Ron reached for the knocker and pounded it against the door. "They all like it when we get randy, you know that. Besides, they're not bloody likely to make us too miserable. Our two got a bit down last night, what with our fight and all."
Harry sighed again. "Reckon you're right. Mine cried."
Ron rolled his eyes. "Skirts. They're such wusses about shite like that."
"You mean what I said didn't hurt your feelings?" Harry gave Ron a sideways glance, noting the quick flush that coloured Ron's pale cheeks.
"Nah." Ron pounded against the door again. "Merlin, he'd better be home. I've had enough pints to make me actually willing to do this. Might not happen again."
"I don't believe you." Harry turned to face Ron.
"What?" Ron looked at him in confusion "Oh. About the drinking? You're probably right." He kicked the door. "Percy, damn it! Open up."
"No." Harry frowned. "About not hurting your feelings."
Ron's eyes darted towards Harry, then back towards the door. He kicked it again. "It was nothing," he mumbled. "Just a story. Didn't mean anything."
Harry studied him for a minute, then leaned in and quickly pressed his mouth to Ron's. He pulled back and smiled. "Still. I'm sorry."
Ron reached out and caressed Harry's cheek. "Forgiven." He dropped his eyes. "'M sorry too," he mumbled.
"Love you." Harry nuzzled Ron's jaw.
Ron slid his arm around Harry's shoulder and pulled him closer. "I know."
The door flew open. Percy stood there, clad in a dressing gown, glaring blearily at them.
"What on earth do you want? Do you know what bloody time it is? Merlin, Ron. I have neighbors, you know."
Ron pushed past his brother. "Hullo to you as well, Percy."
Harry gave Percy a sheepish smile as he walked into the foyer. "Hello."
Percy sighed and closed the door behind him, crossing his arms over his chest.
"And to what current melodrama do I owe this late-night visit?" He started towards the kitchen. "Shall I put on tea?"
"No."
Ron's voice stopped Percy in his tracks. He turned to give his brother a questioning look.
Ron took a deep breath and glanced at Harry.
Harry nodded. "Better it comes from you, I think."
"What on earth are you two talking about?" Percy asked, his brow furrowing.
Ron dropped his eyes to his battered trainers. "We want to sleep with you," he mumbled, his face turning bright pink.
"Pardon me?" Percy blinked at his brother from behind his glasses. "You what?"
"Oh, for God's sake," Harry muttered. "There's a way to bollocks it up, Ron."
"Fine," Ron snapped. "You explain it then."
Harry frowned at his lover and turned back to Percy. "We were discussing fantasies that we had tonight, and, well..." He bit his lip and gave Percy a nervous look. "You see, I've got a bit of a fantasy about us all together. Ah. In bed. Fucking." He cleared his throat. "And, well, Ron thinks we should do it." He shifted from one foot to the other.
"Ah." Percy nodded, licking his lips. "I see." He glanced from one to the other and tapped his finger against his arm. "Are the two of you mad? Or just pissed?"
Ron snorted. "Told you he'd turn us down."
Percy gave him a disdainful glare. "I haven't yet done that, Ronald. I merely would prefer to ascertain whether or not you're both serious about this. It's..." He trailed off, blinked, then coughed softly. "It's a highly unusual request to make of one's brother."
Ron met his gaze levelly. "Yes."
"We're not pissed, Percy." Harry moved closer, reaching out to run a hand over Percy's arm. "Just..." He swallowed, leaned in to brush his mouth gently, lingeringly across Percy's. "Just hungry."
Percy stood motionless, staring at Harry as he stepped back, a soft smile curving his lips. Harry reached for Ron and pulled him closer, turning to kiss his lover. Percy exhaled slowly as he watched their tongues tangle with one another. They pulled apart at last and turned back to him, their bodies still pressed close, Ron standing behind Harry, arms wrapped around his waist.
"What do you say?" Ron asked, a bit huskily, his fingers sliding across Harry's chest, slipping between the gaps in the robe's front placket. He began to carefully undo the long line of buttons, trailing a long line of soft kisses up Harry's neck. He bit his lover's jaw, eliciting a quiet moan.
"What about..." Percy swallowed hard, eyes never leaving the sight of his brother sucking along Harry's arched neck. "What about them?" He waved his hand skyward.
Ron pulled his mouth away, much to Harry's discontent. "They won't find out. And what if they do? I reckon they won't really care, all things considered."
Harry laughed. "We hope."
"It's mad," Percy whispered, stepping closer to Harry. His gaze darted to Ron. His younger brother gave him a reassuring smile and reached one arm towards Percy, drawing him closer, capturing Harry between the two taller men. Ron plucked Percy's glasses from his face and tossed them on the sofa. He began to work on his own buttons, sliding his robe and shirt off quickly.
"Yes." Harry tugged at the ties of Percy's black silk dressing gown. "Completely."
Percy closed his eyes as the silk slipped off his shoulders and pooled at his feet. He felt, rather than heard, Harry's sharp intake of breath.
Harry smiled, running his eyes down Percy's nude body, so like Ron's in many ways and yet so very, very different. He reached out with one finger and traced across one hard, pebbled nipple. "Very nice," he said, scratching the small nub with his fingernail before capturing it between two fingertips and pinching hard. He smiled and pushed his erection against Percy's hip.
"Strip me."
Percy moaned and gave in.
He reached for Harry's robe, helping Ron undo the remainder of Harry's buttons. They pulled the robe from Harry's shoulders, each one of them kissing Harry's throat, his cheek, his temple, his mouth. Harry sighed as Percy's mouth brushed his. He heard Ron's gasp behind him, felt warm lips caress his neck.
Ron pulled at Harry's t-shirt, stepping back just long enough to tug it over Harry's head and toss it to the floor before pressing up against him once more. Harry's glasses followed suit.
Harry leaned back into Ron's arms, turning his head to kiss his lover deeply as Percy caressed Harry's bare chest, rubbing his thumbs in gentle circles across Harry's nipples. Percy's hands slid down to Harry's trousers, fumbling with the button, then the zip. He pushed the trousers down, his stunned mind barely noting Harry's lack of Y-fronts in favour of staring at the long hard length of cock bobbing in front of him.
Harry stared at Percy's face, amazed by the look of wanton lust scrawled across the older man's features. He pushed his hips forward with a moan. "Touch me. God." He wrapped an arm around Ron's neck, pulling him forward to kiss him hard, feeling his lover's hard erection pressing into his arse. "Both of you," he gasped.
Two hands, one rough and callused, the other smooth and soft, closed around his thick shaft. Harry groaned and reached back with one hand, grabbing Ron's swollen cock through the fabric of his trousers. He squeezed gently, stroking his thumb over Ron's cock, rubbing his trousers across the warm head.
Ron gasped and pushed his hips forward, tightening his hand around Harry's cock. "God."
"Indeed," Percy murmured, sliding his hand down to palm Harry's heavy sac. He rubbed his erection against Harry's hip. "He's beautiful, isn't he?" he asked his brother, never taking his gaze from Harry's face.
"Fucking gorgeous," Ron choked out, pressing his cock against Harry's questing hand as he pulled at Harry's cock. "You should see him when he comes."
"I think I'd like that," Percy said, sliding his fingertips over Harry's tight testicles.
Harry felt his knees buckle. Ron pulled him up against him and bit his ear. "Do you want to come for us, Harry?" He pinched Harry's nipple, rolled it between two fingers. "I'd like to watch Percy sucking you, I think," he whispered in Harry's ear. "Watch you fucking his mouth. Would you like that?"
Harry nodded, tightening his grip on Ron's cock.
Percy slid to his knees, his hands stroking up and down Harry's thighs. Harry stared down at Percy, his chest heaving as Ron pinched his nipples. He could hear Ron next to him, his breath ragged.
Slowly Percy licked his lips, his eyes meeting Harry's gaze. He leaned forward and flicked his tongue lightly over the head of Harry's cock, watching as Harry's hips bucked forward.
"Shit." Harry arched his back, reached for Ron, lifting his arm above his head, pulling Ron down to kiss him again. He thrust his tongue in Ron's mouth, needing to taste him, to feel him.
Ron stroked Harry's shaft, once, twice. He pulled his mouth from Harry's and gasped, looking down at his brother. "God. Suck him."
Percy dug his fingers into Harry's hips and held him still. He slid his mouth over Harry's cock, relaxing his throat as he thrust his lips further down Harry's thick length. Ron's hand slid down to cup Harry's sac, rolling it between his fingers.
Harry moaned.
The sound was enough to nearly drive Percy over the edge. He began to move, slowly at first, up and down Harry's cock, sucking gently.
Harry thrust his hips forward, his eyes unfocused. He leaned back against Ron's shoulder, turned his head to kiss up Ron's neck. Ron was staring at Percy, watching as Harry's cock, red and slick, slid in and out of his brother's mouth, hearing the soft moans and wet smacks. He reached between Harry and himself and unzipped his trousers, pushing them open and tugging at his Y-fronts. His cock sprang free, and he pressed up against Harry's arse.
Percy's tongue lathed Harry's cock, swirled around the leaking tip, licked the heavy shaft. Harry slid his fingers over Percy's cheek, tangling them in the thick red hair at Percy's temples. He stroked his thumb across Percy's cheek.
"Merlin," he breathed, pushing his hips forward, deeper into Percy's mouth. "Don't stop."
Ron groaned and bit Harry's ear. "I want to fuck you," he murmured, rubbing his cock through Harry's crease. "While Percy sucks you off." He fumbled in his pocket, pulling out a small bottle of oil and holding it in front of Harry. "Open it."
Harry laughed and took the bottle in shaking hands. "Prepared, Ron?" He uncapped the phial and reached for Ron's hand, drizzling oil over his fingertips.
Ron grinned at him and sucked at the curve of Harry's neck. He squeezed Harry's sac. "With you? Always."
Ron ran his slick fingers down Harry's crease, pressing them gently against his puckered entrance. A wiggle and one finger slid in.
Harry gasped and tightened his fingers in Percy's hair. The elder Weasley glanced up at him and raised one eyebrow. He began to suck Harry harder, digging his fingernails deeper into Harry's hips, reveling in the aching need in his own cock.
Ron pushed a second finger into Harry and began to thrust into his lover, stretching him. "You want me to fuck you?" The words were muffled against Harry's dark hair.
Harry nodded and pulled Ron closer, his arm aching from reaching behind him. Ron pressed his dick up against Harry, skimming the head through his cleft.
Harry could feel the blood pounding in his cock, could smell the sharp scent of arousal, mixed with the tang of firewhiskey and the sweet cedary aroma of Percy's flat. He licked his lips, tasted the salty bite of sweat.
Ron's fingers slid out only to be replaced by the head of his cock. Harry moaned again and pushed backwards. He...he wasn't going to last much longer.
"Fuck!"
Percy sucked him harder as Ron thrust in, pushing Harry deeper into Percy's mouth.
Harry groaned, his head lolling to one side as his body shuddered. Ron began to shove into Harry, grunting in his ear with each firm thrust of his swollen cock. It felt...God. It felt fucking incredible. Harry bent over, grabbing at Percy's shoulders, lifting onto the balls of his feet as Ron slammed into him, his thrusts gaining momentum, his hips grinding up against Harry's arse.
Percy's tongue wrapped around Harry's cock, flicking, licking, caressing, teasing... He slid his hand to his own cock and stroked it lightly.
Harry began to shake, his body aching for release. He was close...so fucking close...
Sweat drenched all three; their bodies reached for each other. They were aware only of the remarkable feeling of being joined together.
Ron thrust deeper, his cock ramming up against that one spot...
With a hoarse shout, Harry threw his head back, his body disintegrating around him, waves of sticky-sweet, white-hot pleasure crescendoing throughout him.
Percy drank him in, swallowing with delight the spurts of salty, bitter, perfect warmth, his eyes mesmerised by the sight of Harry Potter above him, face flushed and twisted in a spasm of utter pleasure. Ron was right. He was fucking gorgeous. Percy's hand tightened around his own cock as he pulled back, Harry's cock sliding from his mouth with a damp slurp.
Ron held Harry's limp body against him, thrusting over and over and over, wringing gasps and moans from his exhausted lover. One final thrust, and Ron gave a sharp cry, grinding his hips against Harry's arse as he exploded, heat and need and desire and want and, oh God...he could touch the sky...
They fell on the floor in a tangle of sticky, sweat-streaked legs and arms and cocks.
Harry laughed and rolled from underneath a depleted but content Ron to face Percy. He smiled and reached down to stroke Percy's still swollen cock. Percy shivered as Harry's hand closed over him.
"Your turn," Harry whispered, leaning forward to kiss Percy. He lapped at Percy's tongue, his mouth; his own tongue eager to taste himself on Percy's.
Ron watched as Harry slid over Percy, pushing him back against the floor and straddling him. He rolled to his side and stared as his lover wrapped his fingers around his brother's cock. Was that what they looked like? Together? He took a deep, shaky breath. Bloody hell, it was beautiful.
Harry stroked Percy, slowly, his hands following one another over Percy's damp cock. Percy hissed, arched his back, thrust his cock into those amazing fingers. He dug his fingers into Harry's thighs.
"Not going to last..." Percy closed his eyes and writhed underneath Harry's exquisite touch. He wanted this. God. He wanted this.
Harry tightened his fingers, began to pull harder. Ron stared, fascinated. This was the first time he'd seen Harry do this to anyone else. The first time he'd realised how erotic this was. His breath caught. He raised up, leaned towards his lover and captured Harry's mouth with his. He could taste the very faint trace of Harry's come lingering from Percy's tongue. Bloody fuck.
Ron moaned.
Percy thrust his hips up with a hoarse cry, unable to hold back any longer at the sight of the two men over him, tongues parrying, mouths caressing. The familiar tingle started to spread up his spine. His back clenched, tightened, and he felt the heated, messy fireworks explode and sweep him away.
Harry pulled his mouth from Ron's and gasped as Percy thrust up into his hands, sticky, hot, and absolutely perfect.
He slid down to lie next to Percy, pulling Ron down with him. They piled on top of one another, two naked men, one nearly so. All content.
A long, comfortable silence filled the room before being broken by a bark of laughter from Percy.
"Bloody hell. And to think I almost didn't answer the door..." | E-Mail the Author: | femmeslash@yahoo.com |
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