Warnings: twincest, voyeurism, threesome

Disclaimer: Not mine. Never will be. No money is being made off of these characters (in this story, anyways.) I only play with them and promise to return them (a bit worse for wear but otherwise undamaged) when I'm done.

In the Light of Day

Peregrination

His mind fights his waking body and he buries his head beneath the pillows. His sleep addled brain recognises that something isn't right. He tries to place the cause of his growing unease. Suddenly he realises that the pillow doesn't smell right and an image of a flushed, sweaty, naked Snape is slammed into his brain. He sits up with a start, and scurries to the edge of the bed tangling himself in the sheets looking around frantically. His heart beats a frenetic rhythm as he takes in his surroundings. He looks down at his bare chest and the events of the evening return to him. His cock stirs as arousal coils in his abdomen despite the fact that panic is sweeping through the rest of his body. He looks at his lap in shock. 'Oh, for the love of…'

He untangles himself from the bed sheets and looks around for his clothes. His body is taught with anxiety and every twist and bend recalls to him the events of the night. He aches. He does not know where the Potions Master is and he's sure he does not want to. He remembers his clothes are in the sitting room. He wraps the sheet around his waist and creeps over to the bathroom.

He scans the room and verifies that he is alone. He moves through the bathroom and pauses at the sitting room entrance. He takes a deep breath to brace himself for the upcoming confrontation. Nerves vibrate through his body as he pushes the door into the sitting room. It's empty and he stops to try to determine if this is a relief or if it is worrisome. He knows his sleep pants are bundled at the bottom of the couch and he sees his top draped over the arm rest. He moves to the other side of the couch before he sees that his invisibility cloak is still pooled on the floor. He drops the sheet and scrambles into his pyjamas. He considers returning to the bed chambers with the sheet but self preservation drives him to cloak himself and make his way out of the chambers.

He leaves quietly through the storage room and out into the hallway. He creeps along the hallway tucked closely against the wall. Once he reaches the end of the hall, distant voices begin to reach him. He takes a deep breath as panic threatens to engulf him. He wonders how he will make it up to his dormitory. He wonders if Ron has noticed his absence. It is only now that he thinks to check the time. He casts a tempus and curses silently to himself. Brunch is nearly over. He quickly decides to make his way to the trophy room. He's not ready to face anyone just now. He needs to think.

The way has few corridors that join up with house dormitories minimizing his chances of knocking into someone. He knows his biggest challenge will be to circumvent the Grand Entrance. He makes his way cautiously.

He reaches the Grand Entrance and is sure that the sound of his heart beating echoes through the cavernous room. It is sparsely populated. Filch is near the entrance mopping up a green viscous looking substance. There is a group of second year Hufflepuffs laughing near the entrance to the Great Hall. There is a clear path across the foyer to the hallway he is in need of. He steps into the Hall and moves cautiously across the room. His steps are slow and tentative so as not to rustle his cloak. He watches Filtch the entire time. Mrs Norris watches him. She meows and walks in his direction. Harry freezes and holds his breath. A blur of black and green robes run past him in a flurry of movement and laughter. They miss him but one trips over Mrs. Norris. This is his cue to move and he silently commands his feet to carry on.

He reaches the hall to the trophy room. It is empty. He wonders if there is a Deity and thanks him …just in case.

He opens the door to the trophy room and goes to sit behind a glass case. He curls up in the corner on the floor and pulls his invisibility cloak around him like a blanket. He lets his mind wander to the events of the evening prior. He recalls the deep cadence of the voice in his ear as his arse is stretched and plundered. He can almost feel the long, slender fingers on his cock and he reaches down into his sleep pants and runs his fingers along his penis.

His cock twitches in his hand as his arousal rushes through him. He glides his hand to his nest of curls and gives them a pull. A sharp pain flares through his nervous system and he begins to harden. He takes a deep breath. He imagines he can smell the scent of Snape's arousal and he is hard. He is astounded at the thought that he, Harry, had managed to drive Snape to such a state. He tightens his grip and focuses on the image of Snape with his tongue in his. He works at himself twisting and pulling until he is fully hard.

He hears the click of the trophy room door open and freezes. He holds his breath while he quickly checks that he is fully concealed. He can hear two voices muffled by the rows of cabinets in front of him. He can make out two tall shapes. The voices move closer and Harry recognises them.

"He'll be here in five." George says to his twin.

"I hope you're right about this. Are you sure you trust him with this?"

George snorts. He's our best friend. It'll be fine. Besides, imagine what it could be!"

Harry's heart thumps when they move to the opposite side of the glass cabinets in front of him. He can see them clearly and Fred reaches for the back of George's head. He pulls his brother close. He is breathing heavily. Harry's breathe hitches as Fred's lips cover his brother's. They are kissing. Passionately- with probing tongues and clashing teeth and groping hands. It's wet and loud and Harry knows he should be disgusted but his cock disagrees. He looks down and his pants are tented out in front of him. He hooks the band under his scrotum and shivers at the sight of himself. He looks back up to the red headed twins.

He watches as he tries to control his breathing, trying to keep quiet. He watches as George slide down the cabinet pulling his brother down on top of him. George now has his back to Harry but he has a clear view of the flush that is colouring Fred's face as he grinds into his brother, nipping and licking at his ear. At his neck. Their frottage is frantic but they take it no further. After a few minutes, Harry's cock begins bobbing and twitching and he finds himself on his knees, straining to get a better look. He crawls over to the cabinet so only a few feet of trophies and glass separate him from the twins.

He hears the trophy room door click open again and watches as the twins quickly separate with one hand down their respective pants, adjusting themselves. They run their fingers through their hair and wipe their mouths dry – all in near perfect unison.

"Lee! Come on in."

Lee looks around the trophy room. "Are you sure no one will come in here? Are you sure we'll be alone?" Lee shifts on his feet belying a nervousness.

"The only one who comes in here is Harry, and that's only in the wee hours of the a.m. We're sure."

Harry files that piece of information to the back of his mind for later scrutiny.

Lee's face is rigid as he looks between the two brothers. George smiles at him tentatively and takes his hand. He squeezes it and Lee pulls it out of his grip and back to his side.

Harry is puzzling over the tension between the normally tight knit group of friends. Lee has always been an extension of the twins.

"You call the shots here, Lee. Start by telling us what's going through your mind right now."

Lee's mouth opens and closes. He turns his back to the twins and starts towards the door. George looks at Fred and they look back as Lee turns around.

"It's… unnatural."

George looks as though he may cry and Fred looks him in the eyes, communicating silently, and takes his hand, squeezing it before letting it drop.

"Perhaps. But it happened. It feels natural to us. Nothing was ever …" he seems to search for words, "planned…it just…" He shrugs and looks at Lee.

George continues where Fred leaves off. "It just happened Lee. Please don't let this change things between us. We can pretend it never happened. You'll never have to see that again. We'll be extra careful."

Fred looks at Lee, locking his gaze. "I know you don't like it and I'm really sorry you had to find out … but if you dare hurt George over this…"

"Fred!" George casts a warning glare at his over protective brother. He turns back to Lee. "Lee." The single word carries so much weight. The air is heavy with it. Lee steps towards George and touches his lips with his thumb.

"It is unnatural." He pauses, looking between the brothers, "But you two are fucking hot together."

George's face splits into a grin, transforming it from the earlier hurt. Harry now recognises why he can so easily tell the two apart. George carries his emotions close to the surface while Fred hides them deeper.

Fred steps up to Lee and leans in to whisper into his ear. Harry can just make out the husky "Join us?"

Lee licks his lips and looks at George over Fred's shoulder. "I don't know what…"

Fred smiles and brushes his lips over Lee's and he hesitates. George steps closer, his eyes still locked with Lee's and as he reaches up over his brother to cup the back of Lee's head, Lee leans in and submits. Harry can see that George is grinding his erection into the seat of his brother and this draws a groan from Fred who in turn pulls Lee flush against him, grinding into him as well. Lee groans and pushes Fred back.

"I don't know what to do…I'm …I've…."

"George."

"Fred."

"It seems we have some work to do" and he slides to his knees, cupping Lee's trouser clad cock in his hand. George leans over his brother's head and captures Lee's lips in another hard kiss. He whispers against the dark lips 'you call the shots. We'll stop if you want." He pulls back and locks his eyes with Lee's. "We okay so far?" Lee nods and groans as Fred lowers his zip.

"I have to say, Lee, I've always wondered what your cock would feel like. I've only ever sucked whole cocks. Yours has fascinated me since first year."

"You've been checking out my cock since we were eleven?" Lee asks incredulously.

Fred smiles up at him as he lowers his trousers.

"Fucking brilliant…" Lee seems lost in a haze of arousal.

Harry releases his cock from its restraints as Fred releases Lee's. Lee has only hardened slightly during the exchange but this doesn't seem to discourage Fred. Harry swallows an echoing moan to Lee's as Fred takes Lee's cock in his mouth. Fred's tongue is working around the flaccid penis, encouraging it. He sucks hard as he draws his mouth back up to the tip, releasing the head with a 'pop'. He then holds Lee's penis in his hand, scrutinizing it.

Lee's is the only cut penis that Harry has seen. There is no foreskin and the spongy head is fully exposed. Fred licks at the slit and runs a finger along the rim of the glans. He looks up to George and smiles. George begins to undo his own trousers. He is half hard. Fred reaches out and takes his brothers penis in his hand pulling him gently towards Lee.

Lee, Harry and George all watch in fascination as Fred lines the head of George's cock with that of Lee's- slit to slit. He then slides George's foreskin over the head of Lee's penis. Wrapping his hand around the two, he slides the foreskin along Lee's cock down to his nest of black curls. Lee, George and Fred all groan at the outline of Lee's bulbous glans inside George's foreskin. Harry lets a moan slip. It goes unheard beneath the moans of the others. George and Lee begin kissing and rocking back and forth in Fred's hand while Fred sucks and nips at their scrotums in turn.

Harry closes his eyes, and tugs furiously on his scrotum warding off his impending orgasm. He breathes deeply taking in the musky odour that permeates the trophy room. The three on the other side of the trophy case seem to be as hard as Harry is as their movements become more jerky and frantic. Lee pulls out of the kiss and he bucks his hips in Fred's hand.

George's foreskin has retreated completely and Fred rubs and twists the two complimentary cocks together in his fist. Harry is completely mesmerized at the sight of the black cock slipping and sliding against the white while the two purple heads drizzle precome down either side of Fred's hand and down his arm. Harry licks his lips imagining suckling along the glistening trail.

Lee cries out as hot come spurts over George's pubic hair. The sight and sound seems to bring George to climax as well as he grasps the back of Lee's head, bringing their foreheads together as he spurts over Lee. The muscles in their abdomens contract with each pulse of semen, highlighting the perfection of the quidditch toned bodies. The white come glistening like drops of pearls on the dark, black curls.

Fred is on the ground licking and sucking frantically trying to keep up with the onslaught. While George and Lee come down from their high, Fred tugs at his own cock as he licks up the drops of come from his brother and his best friend in turn. George pulls back from Lee and the two look down and watch Fred.

Lee groans and drops to his knees and watches Fred lick and nip at the softening cock of his brother. George soon follows him to his knees and grabs Fred by the back of the head kissing him hard, sharing in the mixed essence from his mouth while Lee watches, fascinated. George breaks the kiss and pushes his brother onto his back and sits back to admire the long, freckled form in front of him. He looks at Lee and smiles as he runs his tongue up the freckled cock so much like his own. He opens his mouth and takes Fred down his throat, burying him to the root.

While he sucks his brother he reaches for Lee's hand and brings it up to Fred's pink nipples. Lee jerks as though he is released from a spell and begins to flick at Fred's nipples drawing another groan from the red head. Lee smiles,leans over and bites the nub that his fingers have hardened. Fred cries out as his hips jut off of the floor, shoving his cock down his brother's throat as he comes.

The slurping sound of George feasting on his own brother's ejaculate can be heard by Harry on the opposite side of the trophy case. Harry is working his cock rapidly and he comes soon after Fred. He looks down at his hand, covered in the sticky white substance and he looks back up at George feasting on his brother's cock. He brings his hand to his face and inhales the heavy scent. He flicks a tongue out over his hand and then licks at a drop of his own ejaculate. The thought of him eating his own come gives him that dirty feeling he had when he first touched himself in the bum back in Snape's sitting room. Arousal coils in his belly.

While the three opposite him dress sharing languid kisses, Harry gets up on his hands and knees. He reaches his sticky hand around to his still tender hole. He slips a come covered finger in and starts to slowly move it around, rubbing at the muscle. There is a slight burn. His hole is hot and his ejaculate makes the passage of his finger into his body an easy one. He remembers Snape's finger and reaches in further, searching for the bundle of nerves. He remembers Snape's tongue and he swallows a moan. It is when he pictures the face that attaches to that mouth that Harry stops and sits up straight. The arousal uncoils and he buries his head in his hands. Only now does he realise he is alone. Only now does he realise how thoroughly fucked he truly is.