Chapter 2

Both men parted as the sound of the creaky upper step could be heard. Light brown eyes flecked with grey connected with a more bluish shade of grey. Their questions were reflected within the other's gaze. Sirius' eyebrow quirked, and Remus nodded faintly in response to the unspoken suggestion. This was his house after all.

Sirius first, both wizards walked from the kitchen in the direction of the stairs, which would lead them to the second floor where the bedrooms were located – Minerva's temporary one, too. Light spilled from underneath her closed door, visible from the moment they set foot on the bedroomed second landing. Following each other without second thought, they soon found themselves at Minerva's door… not sure what to do. Gazing at one another fleetingly, Remus slowly raised his hand and knocked. The sound upon the wood sounded... hollow.

Stumbling could be heard from within the room, until its temporary owner revealed herself. "Nothing, of course," she said, already having turned her back to her late visitors again and slowly sitting down upon the bed to unlace her left boot, the right already having been taken care of. As she calmly set her boot down beside its counterpart, she lifted her gaze. "I'm sorry to have disturbed," she said. "I didn't mean to. I have tried to be quiet, but…" The words trailed off.

"Nonsense," Sirius said, head shaking. He walked into the room further. "We were both worried about you, afraid that something might have happened or so."

Remus confirmed by nodding his head. "You alright?" he questioned from behind his once best mate.

Minerva nodded. "I'm fine. However, I could use a bath – I've been in the cold for multiple hours, despite the warming charms."

The thought of Minerva's slender body sliding into a bath of foam made not only Remus' but Sirius' blood just as well tingle at about the same time. Seemingly their encounter with their former Transfiguration Professor had left both men with something new in common…

Minerva's eyebrow quirked as she took in the look upon the men's faces. Oh boy…

Would it be safe to say that Minerva McGonagall never quite made it to the bathroom? Indeed, it would.

Green eyes fluttered closed, something between a sigh and a gasped moan coming from those thin lips as nails dug into his shoulders when the man slumped atop of her, having filled her with one swift stroke. His face dropped into the crook of her neck. "You feel so good…" he managed, rubbing his nose along her neck… no words for how absolutely perfect those hot wet walls felt sheathing him, surrounding him. He restrained from moving just for a while… only savoring the feeling. He wondered if she felt remotely the same with him nestled inside her. Levering himself onto his hands, Sirius Black raised a few inches, enabling him to look at her. Sensing his curious scrutiny, Minerva's eyes opened. The ghost of a smile showed on her lips, as she invitingly wriggled her hips… encouraging him to begin moving. So, he did… slowly.

Delight rippled through the elder witch as she felt the length of him fill and refill her, head lulling to the side… just enjoying. Her eyes immediately fell upon Remus, seated on his knees by her and his best mate… well, fucking. She noticed how his hand moved languidly across his own hard length, biting down on her bottom lip at the sight offered to her.

Knowing that she could not reach so far, Minerva easily wrapped her legs around Sirius' hips, pushing against him with all she had until she managed to land atop of him. His hardness still firmly nestled within her, Minerva began to move against him, rocking to and fro… a hand upon Sirius' torso for leverage, as the other reached for Remus, brushing his hand aside to replace it with her own.

The touch of a calloused thumb across a rigid nipple, another pair of hands upon her hips… only added to the sensation. She never would have imagined herself to be enjoying the attentions of two men and most certainly not at the same time, but here she was doing it, and enjoying it.

Hands ran over her sides, the small of her back… a nail dug into her nipple… Warm hardness moved inside her core, and within her left hand…

A gasp left her puckered lips as she felt fingers close around her ankle, a force dragging her off Sirius. Looking over her shoulder, she barely saw the man move over… feeling his hardness fill her instead of Sirius'. A moan slipped past parted lips as he slid into her deep once more – never had she been taken like this, while on hands and knees with a man behind her. She couldn't say that it was not very exhilarating or arousing, though.

Remus and she soon fell into a rhythm. However, the hardness of the other Marauder still pointed proudly skyward right there… Reaching over, she wrapped her hand around the base of him, lowering her mouth over him and sucking his hardness, tasting mostly herself as she did.

She moaned around his manhood as one of Remus' hands and one of Sirius' reached for her bosom about the same time. She felt more than anything when the double bed burgeoned under Sirius' moving. "Uhh!" it sounded, a warm wetness slipping over her folds, her clit… as Remus continued to drive into her.

The three of them rocked together in sync for a small while.

Then moving from Minerva's core to Remus' balls, Sirius began sucking his old pal's testicles between his lips for a few seconds before returning to Minerva's aching centre. The added stimulation upon her highly sensitized bundle of nerves made Minerva come right then and there. The clutching of her tight walls around him was enough to make Remus surrender and collapse atop her. Minerva could barely hold the weight for a few seconds.

Her teeth and lips had closed somewhere halfway around Sirius' shaft, making a hiss escape Sirius' throat. As the first wave of orgasm abated, Minerva's grip loosened. She was… unsurprised to find a rush of warm sticky liquid enter her mouth. She barely managed to swallow it all as she could no longer hold Remus and her own weight, crashing forward. Sirius' limp manhood fell from her mouth, the remainder of his life giving fluid rolling down his flesh.

A heap of magic folk laid there. Merlin knows how they managed to fall asleep like that, but… they did.