Harry walked back into the apartment. It had taken him much longer than he thought because he'd spoke to Chen. It was already dark when he waked through the door. Steve and Bucky were waiting on him.

Harry apologized, ran to his trunk grabbing clothes and headed for the bathroom. He came out twenty minutes later. He decided to wear jeans. He didn't give a damn. He was wearing jeans that showed off his ass and barely hung on his hips. He was in a black undershirt when he walked out of the bathroom. It would be something he could wear out in his time. He didn't see the jaws drop when he put on his boots and grabbed a jumper. The jumper made him fit in but the jeans screamed sex. He was going to have fun tonight and he wanted to make his roommates watch him.

When the bloody hell had he become this person, he didn't know. Bucky and Steve's mouths snapped shut when Harry turned around grabbing his coat. "Are you ready?"

They nodded grabbing their coats and led Harry out to the city. It was really beautiful as Harry walked through the streets. It was like he got to see another world. The clothes and people were interesting enough and with the architecture it was gorgeous in its broken state.

Bucky led them to a pub that was already packed. They moved in heading to the back to an empty table. Bucky went to the bar as Harry slid into the chair and Steve sat beside him. It was cold in the bar but the people and the fire in the hearth were quickly warming the place.

Harry slid out of his coat as Bucky filed into the table. They'd barely tipped their beers when they were joined by two women. One of the women slid in the chair beside Bucky. Bucky smiled automatically. Harry grinned, turning to the other woman. She was eyeing up Steve and Harry.

She gave a small look of disgust to Steve. It pissed Harry off to no end. Her eyes locked on Harry. Steve visible shrunk beside him hunching his shoulders. His hands left the table and went into his lap.

"Hi." The girl spoke to Harry as if Steve wasn't there.

Harry smiled back a mirror to hers but knew it didn't reach his eyes.

Harry picked up his drink took a sip then slid his hand under the table and took Steve's left hand and pulled it so he was holding it between them but no one else could see. He felt Steve flinch but he didn't move.

"Would you like to dance?" She asked.

"Sorry, taken."

"It's just a dance."

She leaned over her impressive chest showing.

"Sorry, men's night and still taken."

Harry began to move his fingers over Steve's palm. Steve didn't react but he didn't move away. Harry almost smiled but wouldn't give this bitch the satisfaction of thinking it was for her. The girl huffed and strode away. Bucky was in a conversation with the other hen so Harry looked to Steve.

"What a bitch."

Steve turned to him. "What?"

"I hate people like her. They take one look at you and make an assumption or they already assume who you are and fall all over you."

"You could have danced with her."

"I'd rather stay with you."

"Why?" Steve asked not looking at Harry's face but down at their joined hands.

"Why would I not stay here with you both?"

Steve looked to Bucky who was laughing but listening to then without their knowledge. "I can understand Bucky, but I'm not special."

Harry laughed sitting back and looked him over. "You have the most beautiful lips I've ever seen, not to mention your eyes. I love the way you move your hands when you speak. You helped me when you didn't even know me and asked nothing in return. You showed me kindness when so few have. When you look at me, you see me." He leaned closer. "I think your ass looks fantastic when you walk and the sounds you make in your sleep are sexy."

Steve blushed to his ears. "What about Bucky?"

Harry looked over to Bucky. Their eyes met. Harry turned away and whispered in Steve's ear. "I think we should share him."

Bucky's eyes slit watching the exchange. Steve's eyes turned to saucers and he blushed somehow redder.

Harry smirked and downed his beer. They were all drinking. Most of the patrons at the bar were Irish immigrants or from Irish families and Harry listened to the music as men started singing. He kept a hold of Steve's hand stroking his palm or letting go long enough to get a new drink and coming back. Steve kept his hand between them so Harry would take it again.

Harry tried not to smile as Bucky continued to get more agitated. He pulled Steve away at one point to speak to him. They left Harry with the blond chick. She immediately began to speak to him as they left. He was going to kill them both.

She was talking about how romantic it was to be a soldier. Stupid slag. By the time Bucky and Steve returned Harry was about to curse her.

Before their butts hit the chair, Harry's voice sounded almost demanding. "Can we go home?"

Steve looked confused but nodded. Harry waited for him to stand and bought a bottle of whiskey from the bar and they both said goodbye to a perturbed Bucky.

Harry smirked at the girl then he looked back at Bucky and left with Steve grinning. They walked home silently. Harry was half pissed as they walked in silence their hands brushing. They walked inside and Harry moved to get glasses after ditching his shoes.

Steve followed him to the table. They drank in silence. He wondered how long it would be until Bucky joined them.

He was drunk at this point. He could tell Steve was too. Harry stood. Steve's eyes were all over him. Harry kept his eyes on Steve as he began to strip for bed. The hunger in Steve was like a drug to Harry.

It was real, it had nothing to do with who he was or what he was suppose to do. He just wanted him.

When he was down to his boxers he left the room brushing his teeth and emptied his bladder. He came back into the room and crawled into bed. Steve left coming back in boxers. Steve added wood to the fire then crawled into bed with Harry. Harry added warming charms to the room as Steve looked at him in the firelight.

Harry moved his hand running up Steve's fingers over his arm up to his shoulder then down his chest. Steve's eyes fluttered shut as Bucky walked in the door.

Harry pulled back the covers for him but neither of them turned to him. Harry moved his hand letting his fingers ghost over a pink nipple. Steve inhaled but made no other sound. Harry slid his fingers over him again. Steve arched into him. Harry heard glass tink but was too interested in Steve's reaction. His hand wondered down farther, over thin hips and flat stomach.

He stopped when he reached Steve's boxers. Steve's eyes fluttered open. Harry watched him. He took a deep breath then nodded. Steve reached down sliding off his boxers and pushed them away with his feet. Harry felt Bucky slide into bed.

Harry turned lying on his back. He looked over to Bucky as his hand gripped Steve. Steve was hard his slit already dripping. He ran his thumb over the head and twisted his wrist as he moved his other hand down Bucky's chest and flicked his boxers. He looked up at Bucky to lust blown eyes.

"Off."

Bucky did as he was asked. Harry's hand moved to him. Bucky arched. Harry fisted them both. He was so hard. The noises they were making were so sexy. Harry mewled as they both rocked into his hand.

"You are both fucking beautiful." Harry sped up and felt them both about to release.

He stopped hearing two protesting moans as he ripped his boxers down and pushed the blankets away and fisted himself. His hand was already slick from Steve's precum. He moaned completely lost form the sensations around him. He felt a hand warp around his and mewled.

"Inside me, open me up." Harry rasped.

The fingers released his hand and moved slowly down. Harry spread himself like a wanton whore. He felt Steve get out of bed, but he was so over stimulated by Bucky's hands caressing his sack and moving farther down, he couldn't move. He felt Steve slide back into bed and a jar being opened. Slick fingers moved to his skin spreading his cheeks.

"Please… please."

Bucky groaned. His mouth moved to Harry's neck and began to move down. Steve moved latching on to one of Harry's nipples. Harry arched as a slick finger slid inside of him to the knuckle. He arched up swallowing the finger like the greedy whore he was becoming. Steve whimpered into his neck.

"So hot, so tight."

Harry whispered quietly. He used two of the spells he'd learned on accident when he found one of Seamus's sex charm books. He made his passage fill with slick and relax. Bucky felt the muscle give and began to slam his finger inside with a second.

"So sexy." Bucky breathed.

Harry felt Steve moan into his nipple. Harry slid his hand down grabbing Steve's hand. He brought it down and slid one of his fingers inside with Bucky's. Harry arched as both of them latched onto him stronger.

"So soft." Steve whimpered.

Harry moved felt the fingers slide out of him and whimpered. He straddled Bucky and turned to Steve as he arched his ass up.

"Fuck me, Steve."

Steve looked at him flabbergasted then moved behind him. Harry leaned down ghosting his mouth over Bucky's. Bucky's eyes were blown out. He was pouting. Harry bit his bottom lip. He kissed his way to Bucky's ear.

"Spread me open Bucky show Steve my tight little wet hole."

Bucky jerked under him, his hands gripping Harry's cheeks and spreading them. They both heard Steve's intake of breath. Bucky jerked his legs up forcing Harry to arch over more spreading himself even wider and leaving himself more exposed than he'd ever been before.

"I'm so wet. Steve's going to open me up as he fucks into me and make me wetter when he comes. I'm going to be so sore and used and when I'm filled up, bruised and sore you are going to rip me open again and make me scream while your cock tears me apart."

Harry jerked wondering what the fuck had come over him. Did he really just say that?

"Oh my God." Steve spoke behind them.

Bucky groaned his arms gripping Harry harder. Harry arched knowing he would have marks for days. Harry turned looking back at Steve. He was looking down at the wanton display.

"Now."

Steve looked up his eyes blown meeting Harry's then moved slamming inside no hesitation. Harry turned back to Bucky leaning down into his shoulder. Bucky could see Steve bottoming out as Harry shook in his arms.

"So tight… so beautiful."

Harry gripped Bucky's arms and moaned. He arched more and they both moaned as he went in deeper.

"Move Stevie, you are so beautiful buried inside him. I want to watch you fuck him. Fuck him Stevie."

Harry keened as Bucky pulled harder at his cheeks swallowing more as Steve began to fly slamming into him.

"Oh God, Harry so tight…"

Bucky moved his hands rubbing over Harry's body pinching his nipples between them and kissed the side of his neck and ear. Harry leaned up pushing back rocking with Steve and took Bucky's mouth. Bucky swallowed the wanton little noises Harry made as the slaps of flesh and squelching noises sounded behind them. Harry pulled away to breathe. Bucky's hand moved down to him. He shook his head.

"No… I'll get off with you inside me or not at all."

Bucky made a god awful sexy noise and latched onto his neck. Steve was speeding up his hands digging into Harry's hips. "So close."

"Faster… come Steve… come."

Steve moved a fraction hit Harry's sweet spot and Harry bucked silent scream on his lips as Bucky grabbed his mouth fucking his tongue into his warmth. Steve shuddered falling over and emptied himself into Harry.

Harry collapsed as Bucky lost to lust slid out from under him somehow. Steve more fell beside Harry as Bucky pulled his hips up and slammed into him. Harry screamed into the pillow fisting the sheets. Bucky stopped.

"Oh God, you okay?"

"Harder." Harry rattled out rolling his hips.

He didn't need to be told twice. Steve moved stumbling out of the room. Steve was like a song, Bucky was like a force. Harry could barely hold on. Every thrust slammed into his prostate sending his body shuddering.

Steve returned with a warm rag. His eyes glued to Bucky his erection already twitching. Harry reached over pulling him closer.

Steve moved sitting beside him. Harry looked up to him half his mind still fuzzy. He moved half turning and pulled Steve by the hips in front of him. Steve let out a squawk of protest for being man handled but it ended on a moan as Harry swallowed him in one fluid move.

Bucky froze staring at the bend of Harry's body and the look of euphoria as it rolled over Steve's face. Bucky leaned over wrapping his hands over Harry's shoulders and began to thrust as deep and hard as his body would let him. Harry screamed.

Steve began bucking into his throat. Tears were running out of his eyes but he could care less. He just wanted to forget anything but now, his death, the war, his going back and loosing this. Bucky pounded into his prostate. He felt Steve release into his mouth. He pulled back as the last few lines hit his mouth and he felt himself release. Thick ropes spilled below him and his passage contracted making Bucky drive into him harder and spill deep within him.

"Fuck… fuck…" Bucky panted.

Harry was lost. He lay arched unable to move. He felt Bucky slide out and wet slick run down his thighs. He groaned. Someone moved cleaning him up. He waited until they were done and did a cleaning spell on the bed and all of them. He felt the shiver at the cold sensation then Harry collapsed on his side.

"Water." Harry groaned.

A few moments later a cup was in front of his face. He tried to lean up and fell shaking. He laughed pitifully then strong arms were pulling him up. He whimpered completely drained and took the cup and downed it. He felt better instantly. He collapsed then opened his eyes to look up at Steve and Bucky who were looking down at him with curiosity and wonder.

"Any regrets?"

"Hell no."

Steve shook his head. Harry smiled and closed his eyes.

"Can we sleep in tomorrow?"

Bucky laughed sliding in beside him and pulled Harry onto his chest. Steve moved behind him wrapping around him from the back his arm going around his chest. Harry was asleep before his head was maneuvered under Bucky's.

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Bucky looked over to Steve as Steve laid against Harry's back. Steve was grinning. Bucky couldn't help but snicker. "Did you think that was going to happen when you left the bar?"

Steve groaned. "He's gorgeous. Can we keep him?"

"God yes."

Steve pulled the covers up closer and relaxed. His and Bucky's hands closed over Harry and he never felt safer and more at home than he did right now. They fell asleep for the first time in months not worried about the war or what was going on around them or his health. It was bliss.