AN: WARNING! EXPLICIT SEXUAL THEMES!
Jim walked into Bones' office. He had just left Harry's place after he and Spock had offered him an expertise job on the Enterprise. They called it a Diplomatic Edge. Meaning Harry's magic. It would be officially off the record and highly useful. Also, deceitful, according to Spock.
He saw Bones looking through PADD's; he hadn't even glanced up to see Jim enter. But, Bones knew he was there, that Jim was sure of. It had been two weeks since he had last seen Harry. Jim was worried. Harry had expressed concern over both Bones and Khan. Harry had also told Jim and Spock everything. Jim and Spock were slightly shocked at Khan's involvement. He wanted both of them? It was why Jim was here. He needed to talk to Bones.
"Bones," Jim said, sitting across from him. Bones held up a finger, reading the rest of whatever he was reading, before looking up. "S'up?"
Rolling his eyes, Bones shifted a few of the PADDs to the side, "I'm busy, Jim. What do you need?"
Jim smiled, "I just wanna chat, I'm bored."
"Take your boredom somewhere else," Bones griped, not looking up.
"But, Bones," whined Jim, suddenly his communicator beeped. He flipped it open. "Kirk, here."
"Jim," came a frantic voice that was Spock, "Jim, are you near the Med Lab at Star Fleet?"
Jim glanced up to Bones, looking worried, "Yeah, I'm here with Bones. What's wrong?" Bones was looking at him with a frown.
"You are with Doctor McCoy," Spock said, "its Harry…. Come quickly, please." The communicator beeped off and both men were out of their seats.
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They ran to Harry's door. Spock stood just inside, his face pale, and while mostly expressionless, you could see apprehension in the corners of his eyes. He turned to the door, silently, that lead to the bedroom. He then looked meaningfully to Bones.
Bones felt his heart drop. Every possible scenario of what could have happened to Harry was racing through his head. So, when he opened the door to the room, and stepped in, the last thing he expected to see was Harry shirtless, with Khan rubbing his back while sitting on the bed. The door whooshed shut behind him and he heard the locks slide into place.
"John," Harry chirped, he glanced behind him when Khan lowered his hands.
Khan wore a look of confusion on his face, but there was no real malice in his eyes. He glanced from Harry to John, then back to Harry. He didn't question what John was doing there, however. He simply looked between the two men before him.
John, however, looked livid. He was betrayed. Harry was here, with Khan, getting a freaking back rub and his supposed friends tricked him into coming just so he could watch? He was going to kill them.
He turned away from his husband and Khan, intent on going through the door. But, a loud crack! Sounded and Harry was standing before him. John felt his anger soften a little at the fearful face on Harry. What was he afraid of? That he, John, would hurt him?
"Please don't leave us," Harry said, putting his hands up, "Khan has agreed to try if you will." He gently laid his hands on John's chest.
John looked down to the hands resting on him. The warmth from his husband was infectious, but he couldn't get the thought of having to share him with Khan. With what Harry proposed, he as good as chose Khan over him. He couldn't have felt more betrayal. He didn't even know how it would work! Who was supposed to top? Who was the bottom? They, he and Khan, were both alphas. He and Khan would constantly be at each other's throats.
"Please, John," Harry whispered, bringing John's attention back to his husband. Harry rubbed his hands up his chest and began to draw his lips closer to Johns. "Please," he breathed just as their lips met.
John felt his resolve crumble the second his lips met the soft ones of Harrys. Harry opened for him and his tongue invaded the delicious cavern. His tongue dominated over Harrys and he felt Harry's arms reach over his shoulders and draw him flush against him. Johns arm massaged their way down his silken body to his waist. He felt the muscles under the warm skin tighten and tremble at the contact. The beautiful body began to purr as he growled. Harry wanted him. He wanted Harry.
John felt his stomach lurch in surprise when hands caressed their way up his spine. He detached himself Harry's lush lips to turn to Khan, who stood behind him with a lust filled look on his face. Harry turned his attention to the exposed neck line, licking, sucking and nibbling his way along the line. John groaned when Harry reached to just under his ear. His, Khan's, hand found its way to his hair and it tightened slightly. Khan's other hand moved its way to his chest, rubbing comfortingly, before reaching to the bulge in his slacks. A dark eyebrow rose, before Khan leaned down to capture Johns lips.
Strong lips forced his mouth open and soon the battle for alpha began. Tongues met angrily, teeth clashed and nipped; blood filled both mouths, though neither was sure who it belonged to. Khan's hand tightened in his hair and on his cock. John groaned at the feeling but didn't give in. He licked the top of Khan's mouth, causing the super human to tremble; John knew he had won.
"Fuck," Harry growled, gaining the attention of the other two, both turned to look at the lithe green eyed beauty. "That is so fucking hot." He rubbed his front into the hand and bulge on John.
Khan released John, making him growl slightly, and moved around to Harry's back. John bent and hooked his hands under Harry's knees while Khan pulled Harry to lean back onto his chest. John connected their groins and began to move and grind against his husband. Khan lifted his hands to the small pink nipples and pinched, causing the wizard to arch. Khan licked his way down the side of his neck.
John watched what Khan was doing to Harry, the way Harry moaned and leaned into the muscular man. He suddenly realized why Khan had reacted to him the way he did. It was beautiful. Khan was able to play Harry like an instrument. It only made John harder to watch.
How they ended up in the bed, John may never know. How they ended up with all of their clothes off, he was sure it was Harry. Harry had a tendency to simply charm off clothing as he saw fit. It was handy. John looked down at his beautiful husband, completely naked. Lithe muscles flexed and contracted under the pale skin, much like a snakes. It was breath taking. He then turned his attention to Khan. The war lord had bulging muscles under white alabaster skin. His most amazing feature, however, (though John couldn't see his dick) were his hands. They were long, elegant, with a strength behind them that was so sensual.
John could not believe he was just fantasizing about the warlords hands. He knew had been caught when he looked up to the faces of the other two. He didn't feel embarrassed, however. Instead, he pulled Harry to a lying position and then gently grabbed Khans hand to tug him to Harry's side.
"You go down that side," he said, starting at the very sensitive side of Harry's neck. He watched Khan lean down.
Licking and nibbling their way down, both felt pleasure blossom within as Harry began to moan and groan. They reached his nipples almost simultaneously. He cried out when both nipped the sensitive buds with their teeth. John began to rub his fingers over Harry's arousal. His hips jerked in response.
"Shit," Harry ground out. "I-I…. now, John, now!" He looked from John, to Khan, "Please, Khan!"
The two men, both extremely horny, looked to each other. How would this work? They didn't want to fight, that much was obvious. But, they both wanted inside of Harry. Instead of the two men arguing, or rather allowing them to, Harry sat up.
He conjured lube into his hands and then pressed the bottle into John's hands. "Open me, my love," he glanced back to Khan, "I'll have you both."
John tried not to groan at the thought, so he set himself to the task. He looked to see Khan with a small amount of envy on his face, he held out his hand to him. Raising an eyebrow, Khan placed his hand in John's and John squirted some lube into the palm.
They both men placed their fingers at Harry's entrance. Harry moaned loudly as he was breached. They both relished in the silken cavern that clenched around their digits. They rubbed and massaged, scissoring and stretching the warm entrance. Then, simultaneously, they put in two more fingers, stretching the lithe man's hole. John, as a doctor, knew it wouldn't be enough, no matter how many times Harry cried out as they flicked his prostate. He nodded to Khan over Harry's shoulder and they both inserted another finger.
When Harry was panting and clinging to John and his clenching couldn't get any more erotic, John nodded to both Khan and himself. Harry was ready.
They both lubed their cocks up, but when that was finished, they hesitated. Who would go first? Who would enter Harry first?
It was Khan, however, who decided. He pushed John into a reclining position and Harry climbed on top. As Harry sank onto his throbbing cock, his head fell back. Harry was perfection when he was riding him. He met Harry's hips thrust for thrust when he felt Khan move behind Harry and align his cock. The feeling of Khan's cock sliding against his while inside of Harry is almost too much. He has to retrain himself from coming too soon. His grip on Harry's hips tightens, leaving bruises that heal too quickly.
By this point, Harry is a quivering mess. The feeling of both of them within him must be too much, because he is soon riding them both with renewed fervor. His eyes are shut, his hair is matted and he is sweat is glistening. He is beautiful.
There is a tightness in his balls as he prepares to come, and he can only hear the moaning of Harry, the deep groans of Khan and the panting within himself. He tries to give warning, but it's too much. Harry is coming, spasming, clenching around them and with two almost identical roars of satisfaction, they are both releasing their seen within the lithe wizard.
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Harry sat up, several hours later. He was being sandwiched by his two mates. He smiled at them. John, his husband, his partner… his love. Khan, his lover, his savior, his friend. They complimented each other so well. He looked around the room, knowing that something had awoken him, he just wasn't sure what.
"I am here, Master," he heard in his head. He looked to see Death standing near the doorway to the bedroom.
He stealthily exited the bed, then hurried to follow Death into the living room.
"Hi," Harry said, sitting on the couch next to Death. "What are you doing here?"
Death looked offended, "What? No 'Hi, Death! How are you? How is being Death?'"
Harry raised an eyebrow, but didn't respond.
"It's well, Harry, as am I, thank you for asking," Death said, as though Harry had actually asked the questions. "As to what I'm doing here, I just simply came to ask you a question."
"What?" Harry said, lifting his chin from his hand.
"How long do you think it will take Khan to figure out that you obliviated him back in when you were still at Hogwarts?" Death asked.
AN: BAM! SHOCKER!I know absolutely none of you saw that coming! Yeah, now you all hate me! This chapter was EXTREMELY difficult to write! I am not sure how I feel about the smut, but if I go back and change it, it'll suck worst than it already does. This chapter took 3 tries to write! GIMME EXTRA COOKIES AND REVIEWS! THIS ONE WAS HARD! SO... now what's gonna happen? Who knows? Hopefully... nothing too difficult to write, cuz I'm not sure I can take anymore of this writing this shit 3 times before it comes out right... GIMME COOKIES!