A/N: I told myself that I wouldn't post this chapter until I had 200 reviews, and I thank every last one of you for them! I have finally reached that quota (Plus some! Thank you ckaren09!), so here you have it. Please, enjoy. (Taking a ride on the M/M/M slash train!)

A/N: There are ten chaps and an epilogue left!

Disclaimer: I forgot to mention in my last disclaimer that I also own my drug problem. I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!

53- Mars Attacks

As the women left for the Slytherin Prefects' commons, the three men left alone turned to one another in silence; one unsure of how to go forward from this point, while two, more experienced and confident in their interests, as well as closely familiar- far more familiar than the two Slytherin men had ever been- with one another, knew exactly what to do at this point.

"My room is this way," Harry said as he turned to his doorway, Draco following his boyfriend, both men seeming at ease. Theo followed, quite slowly, and entered to find that the two lovers sat at the end of the bed in wait.

A moment or two of silence passed, before Theo raised a brow and asked,

"On the bed? For some reason, you lot struck me as a little more- adventurous…"

These words caused the two on the edge of the bed to smile; and not languid, giddy smiles; not amused, or even kindly smiles… They were almost to the point of evil grins, and Draco's smirk held not only its usual malice, but a cold, and ruthless fire that took him to his feet, wand at the ready, and within two seconds' time Theo was put into a Body Bind. Harry was on his feet before Theo could fall, and he too brandished his wand, so as to levitate the bound man to the right of the bed where the hooks were still in the ceiling.

After months of practice, Harry and Draco had Theo suspended only inches from the ground in seconds flat, and the spell that still bound his legs, torso, neck, and head, were released. The first shocked, and definitely frightened, words from their "captive" were,

"Wh- wha… what is this?"

Whether or not his fear was from roads not yet traveled, or from fear of being in the way of mortal harm, neither of the familiar lovers knew… Nor did they care. Harry set his hand over Theo's mouth, and whispered the incantation to stick his lips together; staring him in the eyes with a smirk as he did so. If Theo wanted to play, then Harry was going to make sure he got what he asked for.

Draco was on the same exact page as Harry; it was titled, "We're going to show Theo what it means to have us, and if he doesn't feel used and dirty by morning, then we failed." It was long, but, whatever…

As Theo looked, wide-eyed between the two of them, Draco gave a chuckle and a shake of his head as he crossed his arms over his chest and looked to his smirking boyfriend. He loved it when Harry smirked. Draco asked,

"What? Too "adventurous" for you?" Draco asked the raven-haired Slytherin before turning to look at Harry and ask, "Now that we have him tied up, where should we start?"

"Well," Harry began as the two lovers studied their "work", having the conversation to come in very calm, totally natural, voices, "we could come right out with it, spell his clothes off, and have our way with his arse. Give him what he wants, so to speak." Theo's eyes widened a bit at this.

"Very true... We could give him what he wants, or- if I may be so bold- we could do this our way." Draco suggested, "We could tease him with some of the items in your duffel. The beads..?" Harry shook his head lightly, but said nothing. "The plugs..?" another shake of his head, though still a non-committal gesture. "Hm… There is that little device that feels like you're being cut even if it doesn't break the skin. We've been avoiding it-"Draco gave Theo a look as he finished, "-due to previous scarring."

"Perfect." Harry said instantaneously. He saw the indignation in the bound man's eyes; he saw the anger, and anxiety; the lust, the telling sign of want despite his over-laying annoyance. Harry threw his wand on the bed and conjured the sex spur, which landed in his hand from its place under his bed; an instrument that did in fact look like a Western-style spur, with a spiked rowel, and a long handle instead of a leather bootstrap. If Theo could talk, he'd say something like, "No bloody way!", for the night that Harry cursed him had left him more than just physically scarred. And, not even just physically and mentally, but emotionally as well; because a strange respect grew in him for Harry that night, a respect born of fear, that led to things that seemed unimaginable. Until now…

But Theo could not speak, only make inaudible noises in protest from his throat, and glare heavily at both men as Draco spelled his clothes away, and left him naked in the dimly lit room. His scars, still red, shown bright despite the few candles, and he felt self-conscious of the two men being able to see him- and the damage the bespectacled man had caused- so fully. The memory of that night, and the days of scheming that had led up to the event, flitted through Theo's brain, and for a moment, he was back to hating the two before him; regretting the ache of need that had begun to develop in him for the two that brought him to this point; to manipulate them into gaining his own desires.

That is, until Draco used the same spell he'd just used on Theo to rid him and Harry of clothing, and he found that the lovers were marked just as crudely as he was- Harry more-so than either of them- that Theo's glare faltered, all hate left his body, and he relaxed in the leather straps wrapped around his skyward arms. He was so perplexed, that he hardly noticed when Harry released the spell on his mouth… until the Gryffindor began to use the spur on his left nipple, and he cried out in shock and tried to pull away from Harry. He did not succeed, of course, and the Man Who Lived moved to the other nipple.

Theo, who could now speak, knew not what to say as he watched Harry's pleased expression. He wanted to tell the Gryffindor to stop, but the tingles and goosebumps rose on his skin, and the lust that had risen in him before he'd been suspended came back. It was beginning to dull all other urges, and it only became harder to stay aware when Draco's fingers began to tease the tip of Theo's semi-hard cock.

"Fuck…" was the word the bound Slytherin finally came up with as the painful/pleasurable toy traced the scars on his stomach, moving lower to trail down one thigh- quite close to his groin- and then back up to his hips to trail over, and down his other inner-thigh to just above the knee. Theo shuddered in his bindings, and let out a moan as Draco decided then was the time to firmly grab his prick and began to stroke it with slow, perfect jerks.

Despite never being in a situation like this- and for this situation being nothing that he had fantasized it would be- Theo fell faster and faster in to ecstasy; both men grabbing his hips to keep them still as Draco worked him; Harry's lips and tongue on his throat and collarbone while he used the spur on his abdomen; the sensations colliding and creating pre-cum on the head of his cock.

"Draco," Harry said from his place in Theo's neck, the bound man whimpering and swearing and groaning as the blonde continued while asking his boyfriend,

"Yes, love?"

"If you keep it up, he's going to come."

"And you don't want that?" Draco still didn't stop, even when Theo's eyes opened just enough to look at them. His breathing was heavy, and his heart was pounding loudly and out of control, but not so loudly that he didn't hear Harry answer the blonde,

"No. I want him to come with your cock in his arse… like I do." The Gryffindor- who was happy to be in control of this situation- bit his lip for a second before he moved to kiss Draco, who kissed him back passionately as he let go of Theo so as to, happily, oblige his voyeuristic boyfriend. The blonde stopped kissing Harry to give Theo a smirk, asking,

"This has been a strange turn of events, hasn't it?" Draco moved behind Theo as Harry Summoned his wand and lowered him just enough for him to be on the balls of his feet. "Who would have thought," Draco continued as he put his chest to Theo's back, and continued to speak in his ear, all while Harry kept eye contact with the suspended man, "that I'd get to fuck you while Harry Potter watches. Before he fucks you, too…"

"I don't-," Theo began with a breathy stutter, "-I don't know if I can do this."

Harry suppressed a laugh and instead smirked at Theo, who bit his lip in nervous anxiety, saying, "Now you tell us..."

Draco, who repressed a laugh of his own, didn't really give a shite as he cast the lubrication charm on his cock, and grabbed his fellow Slytherin's hip as he put the head of his cock at his entrance. At Draco's nod, as sign that to Harry that he was ready, the Head Boy turned to Theo, saying,

"I know you're nervous... Do you want to take all of this back? Including your contract?" Theo made no move- no indication of a yes or a no- he simply looked at Harry indecisively, before the Head boy nodded at the Prefect, who slowly pushed himself into Theo.

Watching Theo's expressions during his being entered made Harry hard as a diamond; the obvious pain and worry in his eyes before they clamped shut; his teeth in his bottom lip; the stilling of his breathing, that Harry took as a bad sign, that made him lean forward and say,

"You need to breathe… and relax. It's much easier if you relax."

"He'll be fine, Harry," Draco said as he continued to move. "Holy fucks, he's tight, though! You have to give this a try."

"I intend to," Harry answered as he continued to watch Theo's face flush brighter and brighter as Draco's thrusts became deeper and harder, and soon enough the bound man was giving low moans every time Draco's hips met his arse.

The Man Who Lived grabbed Theo's chin between thumb and forefinger, and brought his bowed face up so that he could look him in his heavily lidded blue eyes, while his other hand reached down to grab Theo's bouncing cock.

The Slytherin, who had been trying to hide the pleasure, his stubbornness still trying to fight against the fact that he had been detained, failed in his attempts once he and Harry were face to face; the image of Harry Potter standing over him with a smirk and his cock in hand- while he was bound and being shagged by Draco Malfoy- was something Theo soon realized he never wanted to stop.

"This- I love this…" Theo mewled/muttered incoherently; Harry's hand currently working on his captive's cock with hard, rough strokes.

"What was that?" Draco asked as he smacked the man subjected to his mercy's arse, which only made him moan louder, say louder,

"It feels- amazing… Please- harder."

"You need to be louder, Theo," Harry commanded, and Draco kept his middling pace. "We want the entire castle to know what he's doing to you."

"Please, Draco! Harder!" Theo yelled hoarsely.

No, Theo did not want Draco to stop… He wanted this feeling to last forever, and once Draco started pounding him harder, it all almost became too much. But, even still, it was too soon for Theo's liking that Draco's body stilled, and the blonde came with the loud gasp one gave at a pleasant surprise. His cock pulsed deep in Theo's arse, a feeling the bound man wasn't aware would be so fucking arousing. Harry stopped stroking Theo's prick at the same time, and Theo was left gasping on the edge, wishing that the Head Boy would keep going; his hips begging of their own accord as his jutting cock strained toward the man before him. Harry raised an eyebrow at the Slytherin Prefect, showing his obvious surprise at the short time it had taken for Draco to come.

The blonde gave a shrug through heavy breathing, and smirked, saying, "Let's see how long you hold onto your load once you feel that tight grip he's got. Especially as you slide in and out so nicely using my cum as lube." The men switched positions, and Theo found himself more than willing when Harry took the blonde's place in his arse.

"Oh Godric," Harry moaned as his grip on Theo's hips got stronger, realizing why, and where, Draco had got lost in the moment; somewhere between deep and balls deep. Harry leaned back a bit, and spread his captive's arse to watch the place where he'd entered his captive, saying to Draco, "I don't remember you being this tight the first time I took you. I think it's your cum… I love seeing it coat my cock as I fuck him."

Theo couldn't believe the eroticism of the conversation the other two were having around him. The Slytherin had been close to his own orgasm when Draco stopped, and it didn't take more than a few thrusts from Harry, mixed with the feeling of the green-eyed man leaning in and sinking his teeth into his shoulder, that made the dazed man spurt into Draco's hand while the blonde trapped his lips in a kiss. Behind him, he heard Harry shout out his completion as Theo's inner muscles milked the Gryffindor.

Draco released Theo from the constraints, and three made it to the bed; falling onto it to catch their breath. Harry was able to speak first, even if just barely, panting, "Give me a minute… I want another round before you go, Theo." The Slytherins listened to him, eyes closed, and neither objected to the idea; especially when Harry finished, "This time I want you," he touched Draco, who lay behind him, "in my arse while I bury myself in yours again," he teasingly pushed Theo's shoulder. The earlier apprehension was gone from Theo- replaced by a pain that ached in an all too delicious way- and he nodded his head in agreement.

A/N: Thank my BETA, I was BOTWP, for this scene. I miss her DEARLY!(!) Go read her outrageously smart, super sexy, and amazingly funny Dramione! fic "Cultural Exchange". If you're looking for a super lemony one-shot, read her fic "A Business Arrangement, with Dragons". She has five amazing works, so be sure to show her some love while you wait for the next chapter.

(Mars Attacks)

It was then, in our darkest hour
When everything seemed lost
The hearts of men would not concede
No matter what the cost