A/N: This chapter has the third stage, the imbibing of the spirit and all that entails which I guess could be described as blood-play and come-play. It starts getting a bit hot in this chapter, if this bothers or offends, please do not continue reading.
Also this has a surprise relationship with Severus (Also slash haha)
Lastly, someone asked why Harry always rubs Draco's belly – partly because that is soothing and partly because showing your stomach is a show of submission in most animals. The way Harry just assumes he can touch this part of Draco any time he pleases is another display of dominance. Hope this helps!
And I'm sorry for the delay, I hope this chapter makes up for it haha. Enjoy and pretty please review J
CHAPTER NINE
When Severus entered the room, he found the couple in a heap on the floor. Harry was sprawled bodily over Draco, stroking his hair and peppering his face with soft kisses. Draco had his eyes closed and was keening softly. Severus shook his head and made sure to clunk the bowl down on the table.
Draco jumped and tried to wriggle out from under Harry, but the other boy was content for them to remain as they were and simply smiled up at the older man.
'Have you got everything ready, Sir?'
'Yes,' said Severus, placing the remaining instruments on the table before turning to the couple. 'However given the nature of this ceremony, I believe it may be…appropriate for you to refer to me by my given name from now on.'
'Alright…Severus.'
'Hmmph.'
Draco laughed at the exchange before yelping as Harry stood up, lifting Draco with him. Carrying his mate bridal style, Harry walked over to the table Severus was using for the ceremony and sat down, settling Draco on his lap.
There was a large stone bowl and spoon as well as a stone blade. Draco shuddered as he looked at the instruments and Harry's hand immediately found his submissive's belly, stroking it soothingly.
'Why are they all stone?'
'The ceremony is…volatile. Most metals will react in some fashion and danger the participants.'
'This might hurt Draco?'
Severus sighed and glared at Harry.
'What?'
'No, Potter, it will not hurt Draco. Metal would react. We employ stone implements. Stone will not react. Are we clear?'
Harry chuckled sheepishly and nodded. Severus shook his head and returned to casting sterilising charms over the tools and the surrounding area.
'What are you doing now, Sev?' asked Draco.
'The room must be cleaned and sealed before this stage can be completed.'
Harry and Draco didn't speak again as Severus finished the charms. When he was finished Harry lifted Draco onto his own chair and stood. Severus pointed his wand at Harry and started a long incantation. As he spoke, Harry and Draco felt the ambient magic in the room begin to stir, sliding over their skin in a soft caress. Draco suddenly found that his clothes were too tight, too itchy, too hot. He tugged at his cuffs and collar, still staring at Harry.
When it was clear the other two weren't paying him any attention, Draco began to strip. By the time the spell was finished, Draco was naked and aching. Severus knew what Draco was doing, it was normal behaviour for the submissive during this stage. He stowed his wand and lifted the knife. As he held Harry's arm over the bowl, Severus gestured for Draco to climb up on the table. Draco crawled up to kneel on the polished wood. He fell to hands and knees, facing away from Harry and Severus, hips finding only air in their searching.
The touch of pure magic and the sight of Draco naked and aching and presenting for him had Harry breathless. Severus took advantage of the distraction to hold Harry's right hand over the bowl and drag the blade across his palm. When enough blood was in the bowl, the magic began to knit the skin back together. Harry didn't notice any of it. Severus now moved behind Harry, reaching around to open his clothes. He took Harry's hands to wrap them around his aching cock. In seconds Harry was wanking desperately and in moments he was coming in the bowl.
Still Draco was mewling and whining, unable to find any sort of relief. Severus gently turned him onto his back and raised a spoonful of the mixture to his mouth. At the same moment it was placed at his lips, Harry pressed a warm palm to Draco's lower belly. Draco swallowed, moaned, and came, spilling all over Harry's hand and his own chest. As he went limp, Harry leaned down to press a kiss to his lips.
'You're so beautiful, Dragon.'
Draco's eyelids fluttered and his eyes locked onto Harry's.
'Did good, sir?'
'Did perfect, pet.'
Severus rolled his eyes at the sleepy pair, both sticky with Draco's come, and levitated them onto the sofa. He summoned pillows and blankets and tucked them in before casting a spell to keep the fire burning in the room. As he turned to leave, he glanced at the pair. Draco's back was crushed to Harry's chest, his head pillowed on Harry's elbow. Harry had his other hand settled low on Draco's bare belly, his fingers toying with the blond pubic hair. As he watched Harry kicked one leg over Draco's hips, pinning the boy. Draco squirmed a little as Harry's jeans rubbed on his skin, but Harry tightened his hand and the boy fell still. He knew who was in charge. He knew who he belonged to and who he must obey. Severus shook his head before retrieving the two wands and placing them on a table by the couch. Dimming the lights, he entered his own rooms.
'Are they asleep yet?'
Severus nodded. He disrobed and stretched languorously, cracking out his stiff joints, before crawling into bed and slipping between his two lovers. Immediately he felt four arms sneak around him and he gave himself over to the tangle of limbs as they stroked and touched him, pressing soft kisses to each patch of exposed skin.
'Mm, I've missed you,' he sighed.
'I wish we could have come sooner,' said Remus, kissing Severus' collarbone before leaning over to press a long, slow kiss to the other man in the bed.
'I'm feeling somewhat neglected,' said Severus.
The two turned to stare at him.
'What? You can enjoy each other anytime. I almost never get to see my mutts.'
Grinning, the other two men pushed Severus onto his stomach. Remus climbed on his back and began to massage away the tension, pressing kisses and nips to each spot, while Sirius moved next to Severus on the bed and pressed their lips together. Moaning softly, Severus let himself enjoy their attentions.
It was true he saw them far too infrequently. It was rare that the two could escape Grimmauld Place and get to Hogwarts undetected. Of course, it could be far more often, but although everyone knew Remus and Sirius were long-time lovers, Severus was uncertain about making his relatively recent involvement known. Remus and Sirius tried to convince their new addition to go public, but were yet to be successful.
Too tired for sex after their travels, the others were soon asleep. Severus relaxed, cocooned under their bulk and warmth, and reminisced. He could still remember how it all started.
Voldemort had just been defeated. Everyone in the wizarding world was celebrating. Severus had returned to Grimmauld Place to collect his belongings before he would return to Spinner's End. As he walked in he was assaulted by deafening music and the stench of alcohol. Everyone was drunk, everyone was delirious. Trying not to feel jealous of their happiness, he climbed the stairs to the bedroom he'd stayed in during the war. As he walked down the hall, he could hear the moans and giggles of couples. He was almost knocked to the ground as Bill dragged Fleur to an empty room. Telling himself he wasn't jealous of their happiness or lonely, Severus shoved opened the door to his room before locking and warding it behind him. He sat on the bed, burying his face in his hands.
'Want to get us alone did you?'
Severus leapt to his feet and spun around, his wand pointing at a shirtless Sirius' heart. Sirius lifted his hands in surrender and chuckled.
'Easy, Snape, war's over.'
Severus flushed and tried not to notice the way Sirius' naked chest looked when he laughed. He stiffened when a hand snuck around his waist, pinning his arm to his side. The other hand crept along his arm until it had taken his wand and pinned it to his side as well.
'We can all stop fighting now, Severus,' murmured Remus, owner of the hands.
As Sirius walked towards him Severus froze. He couldn't understand what had possessed him to allow Remus to trap him like this and he waited for whatever humiliation the two saw fit to bestow. His eyes slid shut of their own accord as Sirius got in his face, but when warm lips pressed against his own he felt his blood boil. How dare they use that against him? How dare they? He knew they knew. They'd camped out together for weeks, his body had betrayed more than once. He was sure Remus had been the reason Sirius had never attacked, never ridiculed. Clearly, there was no reason for such caution now he wasn't useful. He wrenched his arms free and pushed at Sirius' chest, trying to fling him away while his heart memorised the feel of the warm flesh.
'How- You- How dare you?'
His hands were balled into fists and he stared at the two as they approached. They linked hands and shared a look before Remus spoke.
'Oh I dare, Severus. Do you?'
'If you refuse to join in, then you can watch. You've certainly ensured none of us will be leaving for a while,' said Sirius.
'I can remove the spell work in an instant,' growled Severus.
Sirius laughed and reached out to take one of Severus' hands. Pressing it against his crotch, Sirius made sure Severus knew how he was feeling.
'It wasn't the wards we wanted you to take care of, Severus.'
'But as we said, feel free to stay, or go, or, if you dare, you can join us.'
They pressed a kiss on either of his cheeks as they passed him and climbed onto the bed. Severus hadn't expected them to really start while he was present. Surely his face was enough to turn anyone off. He gasped as Sirius tore off Remus's shirt before latching onto a nipple and worrying it with his teeth. Remus was moaning and tugging at his pants. They fell from where they had knelt on the bed and Sirius rolled them so he was on top. Severus watched the muscles rippled on the man's back as he continued to draw moans and gasps from his lover. When he finally drew back, Severus could see Remus's nipple was bruised and bloody.
Entranced by the sight, he reached out to stroke the abused flesh with one long finger. At the first touch, Remus arched off the bed like he was coming. Sirius moaned as the action ground their hips together, and they both locked eyes with Severus. The man gulped audibly before slowly reaching up to loosen his collar. Immediately he'd been jumped on, stripped, and sandwiched between them. It was messy and wonderful. He'd been in the middle, rocking mindlessly between their thrusts and moaning incoherently.
It was the next morning which had cemented their relationship. Severus was amazed to wake and find that the two men had fled neither room nor bed. He had no misconceptions about his looks and his bed partners were not prone to staying to see him in the light of day. He revelled in the feeling of being wanted until he heard them waking. Not wanting the humiliation and rejection that was sure to follow he tried to escape the bed but somehow they had tangled their limbs together so thoroughly that he could barely move, let alone leave. When Sirius and Remus sat up and looked down at him, Severus prepared himself for the worst.
'Look at him, Mooney.'
'I told you that'd work.'
Severus felt ice settle in his gut. Were they going to tell everyone how they tricked him? Had there been someone hidden taking photos? Hadn't they been drunk?
'Don't panic, Sev,' said Remus, reaching down to smooth back his hair.
'We weren't drunk, you know,' said Sirius, still watching Severus. 'We knew exactly what we were doing. And we've no horrible plan, you can forget about that. We…We wanted you, Severus. Still do.'
'You what?'
'Remus has been lusting after you for years and after a few too many drinks I may have expressed a similar interest. Then bloody Voldemort came and ruined it all but now he's dead so we can shag. Sound good to you?'
'I…I…what?'
'We were wondering if you wanted to join us in our relationship, Severus,' said Remus, still stroking his face. 'We know it's unconventional, but…we'd love to have you.'
Severus had weighed up the pros and cons of such a venture. He'd considered the public reaction, the time he would have to expend, the probable fights, the added worry, the energy required, the inevitable frustration, and the potential for embarrassment. Then he looked up at Remus' worried frown and Sirius' bitten lip and the rest, as they say, is history.
