CHAPTER SIXTEEN--AWAKENING

Stretching languidly, Remus glanced to his side at the feeling of a soft body. Tawny eyes glinted in possessiveness at the sight of a sleeping Isis, curled between two bodies. He looked over her to see an open-mouthed, snoring Sirius.

Quietly, he leaned down to the sleeping woman. Nuzzling the vulnerable throat on his claiming mark, feral eyes caught the second bite mark on her right shoulder. Isis softly moved beneath the slow touch. "Hmmm."

Sirius mumbled as the moving forced him awake, "Morning, love."

Still nuzzling against her throat, "Morning, Sirius. Sleep well?"

"Funny, love, funny." A large yawn broke through, "Breakfast?"

A low murmur called out, "Hungry."

Both males chuckled at the lazily stretching female, "Glad we had her hide those blasted wings. Don't fancy getting hit in the face with them this early. Summon a house elf, Sirius, since your out of bed and all." The dark glare sent Remus into a tumble of laughter.

Upon sobering from the fit he turned to their submissive partner, "Ours." She lightly moaned beneath the whispers fanning against the mating mark. "We love you like this, but we still need the old Isis as well."

Sirius grinned just before diving back into bed, "Could always have a submissive in our rooms. She can remain dominant outside."

Sleepy lavender eyes blinked in response as Isis stared up at both males. Twin growls swept the sleep away when both males dove forward, each desperate for another taste.

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As the awaken mates' breakfast cooled, a dark haired Potion Master laid in wait, patiently, for his own bed mate to awaken. And his diligence was paid off when a pained moan announced Osiris rising. "Mmm, Lucas, guys?"

Emerald eyes sleepily blinked open when a commanding husky tone caused him to freeze, "I believe your friends have spent the night outside my rooms. I would still like to know how you entered a warded and password protected area."

"Snape?"

Severus smirked at the frightened question. Pressing closer to half naked War Mage, "Snape now? From what we heard last night it was Severus and few other choice words." Osiris whimpered at the deep purring and loosely roaming hands, "I did wonder about a few things."

Trying desperately to remain calm, losing that battle with the tensing of his body, "The twins were able to manipulate the wards. The carved serpent was only too happy to help. We needed a place to hide."

"Parseltongue?" Severus frowned. He knew only two people with that gift. But the small nod beneath him resolved that thought. Filing that puzzle piece away with the others for later thinking, he continued to torment the Mage, "What about the conversation?"

Osiris tensed even more, refusing to speak. He had never thought the man could be more evil then that moment. Severus fully enjoyed the frustrated sounds, especially when he pulled away from a warm bed and a wanting body, "Breakfast, War Mage?"

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Lucas, himself, groaned loudly as he stumbled from a strange room. His mind flashed back to what had just happened.

Warm and slightly fuzzy, Lucas had rolled over in a soft slippery bed to hit a firm obstacle. Fuzzy vision cleared with each blink as he took in stock of a lounging figure at his side. "Wha? Osiris?"

A chuckle made the elf jerk back, "I believe you and War Mage Osiris were left in our care. He's in good hands, I assure you."

Icy blue eyes widened in recognition, "Draco!"

The blonde Slytherin towered over the elf. Trapping the elfin Mage between straddling arms and legs, an evil smirk graced the aristocratic features, "You seem quite recovered from a night of drinking, especially the drunken ramblings."

Lucas had the grace to blush as he struggled to remember half the things he had said. Draco refused to stop just yet, "My Head of House and I seemed to love what you had said, though I'm sure you all were just warming up."

"The others?" Almost a whisper, Lucas tried to speak louder but the feeling and image of the male above him wouldn't allow it. He tried to clear his throat when Draco suddenly sat up, instead of clearing his throat he gave a low growl.

Draco smirked. He carefully shifted positions every few moments, watching those icy blue eyes flutter close in attempt of gaining control. Leaning close to the elf's ear, he lowered his voice, "Hungry?"

Eyes flew open as Lucas stared up at an innocently smiling Draco. His mouth opened and closed in a failed attempt to speak. He could only draw out small squeaks of frustration, which amused the sitting blonde even more. Hands clutched at the slippery sheets in vain.

Draco hummed softly as he dragged his body from its comfortable perch, wrenching a low groan of protest from his chosen target. "I'm sure breakfast is being served." He then sauntered away, leaving a very frustrated elf behind.

Lucas shook his head. He could only hope Osiris was having a better morning than him. Then again, maybe not. Lucas just caught sight of snickering Mages and one scowling War Mage a few meters ahead of him as they waited.