Author's Note: Part two is finally here! Birthday gift for SableUnstable! I hadn't planned on continuing this, but I honestly couldn't leave the phrase unfinished. 'To have your cake... and eat it, too.' I know how pathetically anal-retentive that sounds, but it's as good an excuse as any to write more smut, so... ;) Many thanks to SableUnstable and bluecurls who refused to allow me to abandon this!
By the way, bluecurls has written and smutty little Remione one-shot called 'Candlelight Confessions'. Its quite delicious, so go check it out! And, if you're in need of some 'Dirty Professor Remus', check out SableUnstable's birthday gift to me - 'Professor'. Mmmm... ;)
Thanks, Worthfull1
P.S. I own nothing, anything recognizable belongs to the lovely Ms. Rowling.
... And Eat It, Too
"I've made quite a mess down here," he said, trailing his fingers through the hair between her legs. "Perhaps I should clean it up."
"Not a chance, Padfoot," came Remus' voice, his hands on her ankles, already moving her legs over his shoulders. "It's my birthday - I get the frosting," he said, running his tongue along her leg, higher... and higher...
"Wait," Hermione said suddenly and he froze. "May I make a request?" she asked. The two wizards cocked eyebrows at her.
"Choose wisely, kitten," Sirius said. "It may be the last one you get tonight."
Remus felt a shiver go through her at the sound of the animagus' voice. "What is it you desire, Hermione?" he asked, bringing her attention back to him.
"Could we move to a bed?" she requested, biting her lower lip. "This table is getting hard." Both men groaned.
"That's not the only thing getting hard, kitten," Sirius growled and, sure enough, his cock was already at half-mast again as if he hadn't come just minutes before.
Hermione whimpered, the sound shooting straight to Remus' groin. "I think a bed is an excellent idea," he said, moving her legs off his shoulders and standing. Replacing her legs around his waist, he reached out to her, gathering her up as she slung her arms around him and rested her head in the crook of his neck.
The events of the previous night replayed in Remus' mind as he and Sirius lay on either side of their witch early the next morning and watched her sleep. They had, in fact, taken her to bed last night. Remus' bed, to be exact. It was his birthday, after all. They had taken her to bed and proceeded to smear the rest of the chocolate sauce Sirius had been inspired to bring all over her delectable body and lick her clean. Then she had taken turns riding each of them until they were reduced to begging, quivering masses beneath her and when they were all completely spent they had curled up against each other and fallen asleep, a tangle of arms and legs.
Looking her over, Remus couldn't help but let a self-satisfied smirk spread across his face. There were numerous bite marks and finger-sized bruises all over Hermione's body, from her neck to her ankles and several places in between. He wasn't arrogant enough to think that he'd caused all of those marks - Sirius was a biter as well - but it gave him a thrill to know that she bore his work, however temporary the love bites were.
As they watched, she stirred. Hermione's face scrunched up adorably as she came out of dreamland and she stretched, reaching both arms out, then retracting them just as quickly when they both came into contact with hard, hairy chests. Her eyes flew open and she bolted upright, reaching for the sheet to cover herself before remembering where she was and who she was with. Sighing heavily, she blushed, the colour staining not only her cheeks, but her chest as well.
Sirius chuckled. "Morning, love," he said with a grin.
Hermione rested back on her elbows and turned her head to Sirius. "Good morning," she said, leaning over to kiss him. "And good morning," she repeated, turning the other way to kiss Remus.
"How do you feel?" Remus asked her.
"Mmmm," she purred, laying back and reaching out again, her hands traveling over the men's chests, then heading south to ghost over their morning erections. "Well rested," she said suggestively, giving them both a squeeze.
They groaned in unison and pounced on her, each man grabbing a breast and latching themselves to the side of her neck. Hermione whimpered and arched, the sound going straight to their cocks. Sirius and Remus began mindlessly rocking their hips into her hands, quickly becoming desperate for friction and she responded by canting her hips towards them, her desire clear.
Sirius let the hand massaging her breast travel down her body to her sex to find her already wet. He slipped two fingers in and felt her clench around them. "Is this what you want, Hermione?" he asked. "Do you want my fingers?"
"Not just your fingers," she answered breathily.
"What else?"
Hermione turned her head to face him, her face flushed and her pupils blown. "I want you to fuck me while I suck Remus off," she said, making the men release matching growls.
"Your wish - " Sirius began, removing his fingers from her cunt and grabbing her hip.
" - our command," Remus finished, kissing her once before moving away enough for her to move into position.
Hermione rolled over and got to her knees, clambering between Remus' thighs and bending over, wrapping one hand around his straining erection and bringing her mouth almost to it. He was longer than Sirius, but not quite as thick and Hermione got even wetter as she remembered what it felt like to have him inside her. The thought didn't last, though, as she felt Sirius move into position behind her, running his hands over her back and hips, gripping her arse hard, then bending over to run his lips over the abused flesh.
"Well, go on, love," Sirius said huskily, holding himself just out of reach. Hermione could feel his hardness pressed against her arse, but it was clear he was waiting for her to go down on Remus first. So she did. Bending over further, she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and sucked gently. As Remus groaned out his pleasure, Sirius rewarded Hermione. Taking her by the hips, he lined himself up and drove into her hard, making her squeal around Remus' cock and causing Remus to swear fouly before grabbing handfuls of Hermione's curls in order to guide her head.
Moans, groans, growls and swears filled the air as they fell into a push-and-pull rhythm with Hermione sandwiched in the middle. Each time Sirius thrust into her, Hermione would be shoved further onto Remus' cock which, in turn, would make Remus moan and buck. He hadn't had the pleasure of her mouth the previous night and so he was completely unprepared for the carnal joy she was giving him. Way too soon, it became too much for him.
"Hermione... mmm... I'm gonna come... ahhh...," he managed, trying to warn her so she could move if she wanted to. Hermione responded by sucking harder and pumping faster, wanting his release. "Hermione... uunngghh!" Remus cried out as he came, one hand fisted in her hair and the other reaching above his head to grip the headboard as he bucked.
Hermione sucked him dry before letting go with a pop, her flushed face showing him just how close she was. Remus laid back and watched his best friend fuck their girl. Never before had Remus thought he would be into voyeurism, but the sight in front of him was undeniably erotic and, for the first time since he was a boy, he was grateful for his birthday. Remus stroked Hermione's hair as she rested her head on his stomach, his spent cock laying just next to her chin as Sirius knelt behind her, guiding her hips at his own pace.
The tattooed animagus saw Hermione getting comfortable and decided that he couldn't have that, so he ran one hand slowly up her back and the other around her hips, giving no indication of what he was about to do, then grabbed her hair and hauled her up into his lap, their bodies still connected. Hermione cried out in shock and arousal at being handled that way and Sirius growled at her.
"Can't have you getting too comfortable, kitten," he hissed in her ear, biting down on the lobe. Hermione whined and looked at Remus, who merely grinned at her, enjoying the show.
From that position, it was nearly impossible to thrust, but Sirius gave it a go anyway, the hand at her waist dropping to her cunt to play with her clit. Wanting to show her just how crazy she made him, Sirius took a firm hold of her hair and wrenched her head back, baring her throat to him. Latching his mouth to her neck, he licked and nibbled and sucked, finishing the mark he'd started earlier. Hermione struggled against his hold, her body bucking uncontrollably and her hands clawing at his thighs, but it wasn't out of fear. She was loving this and both men could tell, their canine senses alerting them to exactly what she liked.
"So beautiful," Remus said, sitting up. Hermione moaned and clenched around Sirius.
"Shit!" Sirius swore. "Keep talking, Moony. She likes it."
"Is that true, Hermione?" Remus asked, shuffling just a bit closer. His eyes met her heavy-lidded chocolate pools and she nodded shakily. "Do you have any idea how much I'm enjoying watching Sirius fuck you?" She whimpered. "You're so gorgeous, all flushed and aroused. We can smell you, you know. We know how much you're liking this."
"He's right," Sirius added. "I'm going to be smelling your cunt for days."
Hermione was panting, now, desperate for release. "Re... mus... touch... me," she said. "Please."
"Touch you?" he repeated, reaching up and tracing her mouth with a finger. "Where, darling?" All she managed was a moan, so he experimented. "Here?" he asked, moving his hand from her lips down her neck. "Or here?" His hand traveled slowly down to a breast.
"There," Sirius grunted as Hermione clenched around him again.
"Ah," Remus said, tracing a nipple then twisting it savagely.
Hermione broke. She screamed and thrashed, her vision going blurry as her body quaked. Her fingers clawed at anything she could reach and her cunt clamped down so tightly around Sirius that his body let go as well. He bit her neck again as he released inside her, triggering a second orgasm from her. Their bodies shook together and, when it was all over, Hermione fell forward into Remus' arms, limp as a ragdoll.
He caught her with a chuckle and lay back, bringing her with him, letting her sweaty, spent body relax on his chest. Sirius collapsed next to them, panting and swearing, fairly certain that he'd never come so hard before in his life and positive that he'd never be able to give her up now. Remus had also come to that conclusion, but he had absolutely no idea how to broach the subject. Luckily, Hermione saved him the trouble.
"What are we doing here?" she asked when her heart rate had gone back to normal. She raised her head and looked at Remus, propping her chin on his chest.
"Honestly? I'm not sure," he answered, looking into her eyes. "But... it feels right." He reached up to stroke her wild curls.
"Yes, it does," Sirius agreed from behind her. Hermione turned her head to face her other lover. "I'm... not sure I could give you up now, kitten. I know I don't want to." He raised his hand and stroked her face.
"I love you," Hermione said quietly, taking them both by surprise. She looked at Remus. "I love you, too," she told him. "I love you both, I - I have for a while, I think. I don't want to give either of you up."
"I love you, too," Remus whispered, making her smile.
Sirius rolled onto his side to face them. "I love you, too," he told Hermione, caressing her cheek again.
Hermione's happy expression quickly turned into embarrassment as her stomach growled, making her men chuckle.
"Hungry?" Remus asked. She nodded. "I suppose we didn't actually have supper last night, did we?"
The three put on just enough clothes to avoid being indecent and went down to the kitchen in search of sustenance. Shagging all night and into the morning was apparently a rigorous workout and all three of them spent the entire breakfast popping joints and stretching muscles as discreetly as possible to avoid the others thinking they weren't up to another round later.
Remus owled work and begged off for the day and since Hermione worked in research from home, she could make her own hours, and decided that a break was in order. Sirius, of course, was content to live off his large inheritance and not bother about having an actual job, choosing instead to simply donate large sums of the Black family wealth to anybody that would make his mother scream.
After breakfast, Hermione announced that she was taking a shower. "Stay," she said warningly, as Sirius and Remus both moved to follow her. "I said I'm having a shower. Not we're having a shower. We'll put it on the to-do list, but right now I'm stinky, sticky and sore and I need a few minutes to myself." She kissed away the pouts from each canine's face and disappeared back upstairs.
Silence descended on the kitchen.
"Moony?" Sirius said after a while.
"Hmm?"
"You okay with this?"
Remus took a deep breath. "Honestly? I'm still a bit shell-shocked. But it works, don't you think?"
Sirius nodded. "Yeah, I do. I mean, we've known each other almost thirty years, now. We've shared everything but a woman... "
"Yeah. And it's not like we've never seen each other naked before." That was true. Between sharing a dorm as schoolboys, spending the full moons together and various emergency healing that needed to been done either from battle or the wolf or Sirius being on the run, the two men knew each other's bodies nearly as well as their own. It was just a fact.
Silence fell between them again.
"No offense, Pads, but I'm not interested in fucking you," Remus said, trying to avoid being crude, but finding no way around it. He joined in as Sirius laughed.
"Good, because I'm not taking it up the arse for anybody," Sirius replied, chuckling. "And I doubt Moony would allow anything as submissive as being fucked. I don't want to think about how that might end. I like my bollocks where they are, thanks."
The two men laughed.
"Well, not that that's settled," Sirius said, summoning parchment and a quill. "Let's get to work on that to-do list she mentioned," he said, taking the quill and starting off with Shower Sex.
Hermione massaged shampoo into her hair as the hot water pounded down on her, easing her sore body. She thought back over the past several hours of her life and couldn't help but grin at herself. She remembered walking into the compartment on the Hogwarts Express at the beginning of their third year and shushing the boys when she noticed the sleeping man in the corner. The nameplate on his suitcase had told her who he was and her natural respect and admiration for educators had morphed quickly into awe when the 'sleeping' man sprang to attention in battle stance to repel the Dementors searching for the madman Sirius Black.
From there, it was a short jump to a full-blown schoolgirl crush on the young professor with the kind smile and soft eyes. The man was knowledgeable, humble, easy-going and well-read, and it didn't hurt that he was tall, broad-shouldered and in perpetual need of a haircut. Fourteen-year-old Hermione had scolded herself on more than one occasion for losing track of the lesson because she was distracted by Professor Lupin pushing back a lock of greying sandy-brown hair that had fallen into his blue eyes once again.
With Sirius, it was different. She'd spent the better part of a year being terrified of him and within the space of an hour, terror had been replaced with horror, then sorrow, indignation and finally a strange desire to heal and nurture. Something about Sirius had made Hermione desperately want to take care of him, clean him up, feed him and give him a place to stay. During their entire fourth year, she'd felt a strong protective urge towards him, but that changed the summer before fifth year when they all moved into Grimmauld Place.
Sirius had been bitter, surly, rude and worst of all, cruel to Kreacher. There was a lot Hermione didn't like about him at this point in time, but that didn't stop her from noticing the change in his appearance. His hair was shorter, now hanging just to his shoulders unlike that night in the shack, where it had been down to his elbows. He was clean and wearing clothes that fit, the beard was gone - replaced with a goatee - and a steady diet of Molly Weasley's food had filled him out some. His cheeks were no longer sunken and his skin no longer waxy. He was far from healthy, but it was a vast improvement and the two young witches in the house were not immune.
Hermione and Ginny used to sit in their room late at night and giggle quietly about the two handsome men in the house. Ginny knew about Hermione's crush on Remus (which had never really gone away) and Hermione knew that something about the tattooed fugitive got Ginny hot and bothered. Between the two of them, they'd come up with enough ridiculous romantic fantasy scenarios to fill an entire series of paperback novels and it took a real effort not to blush the next morning at breakfast when one of the men said good morning.
The crushes evolved over time, but never really went away. Hermione still caught Ginny on occasion giving Sirius the once over and she knew she stared at both men more than strictly necessary, but she felt she could be forgiven. After all, the remaining Marauders were very sexy. Sirius had turned forty the previous fall (and had made an almighty fuss about it), but he still had the power to stop traffic when he ventured into London. Now Remus had caught up to him, but whereas Sirius was effortlessly and obviously sexy, the 'quiet' Marauder had a more understated appeal. The same traits that drew Hermione in as a schoolgirl to them both were still there, but now that she was a woman, she had a whole new perspective.
Yes, Sirius was an incredibly well-built man, but now she could recognize the power behind the pretty muscles she used to drool over. When she was a kid, Sirius looked handsome, now he looked like the sort of man who was perfectly capable of holding you up while he fucked you against the wall. And yes, Remus had a wonderfully calming voice, but now Hermione fantasized about him talking dirty to her while pumping his long, lovely fingers into her cunt until she came again and again and again...
Hermione bit her lip as she rinsed the shampoo out of her hair. She'd elected to take a shower alone so as to calm herself down, not get worked up again. She wasn't sure her body could handle any more today, but that didn't stop her from wanting to try. One look at Sirius and Remus sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast shirtless and she started making a mental list of things they hadn't tried yet. Perhaps after another cup of tea and maybe a muscle relaxing potion.
After toweling off and putting on lotion, Hermione pulled on her not-so-sexy-but-definitely-the-most-comfortable-thing-she'd-ever-owned sweatclothes and exited her room. She ran into Sirius in the hallway and he wasted no time in backing her into the wall. Bracing his hands on either side of her head, he leaned down. Hermione closed her eyes in anticipation of his kiss, but opened them again when none came. She cocked her head at him and he smirked, then ducked quickly and licked a stripe up her neck, following her pulse point. Hermione sighed and melted into him only to feel him pull away.
"Now I'm going for a shower," he said, winking at her and turning on the spot. He marched right into his room and shut the door, leaving Hermione stunned and aroused.
Bastard!
Hermione huffed, then continued downstairs to see if the other man now in her life was in a mood to be aggravating as well. Finding no Remus in the kitchen, she headed to the library where there was six-feet-two-inches of werewolf just sitting down with an enormous piece of chocolate cake on a plate and a tall glass of milk on the coffee table in front of him. He looked up just before his backside made contact with the sofa and Hermione snorted at his expression. It was a cross between a little boy who'd gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar and a grown man who thought he might need to defend his territory.
"I made that cake for you, Remus," she teased. "If anyone has the right to have an indecently sized piece, it's you."
"Share it with me," he said, sitting down fully and turning his body so she could cuddle into his side. She walked over and made herself comfortable, with her back pressed into him and his arm around her shoulder. Taking the fork from the plate, she took a bite of cake and let out a moan.
"How was your shower?" he asked, accepting a forkful of cake from her.
"Mmm, wonderful," she said. "Hot and relaxing. How was yours?" she asked, noting his wet hair and clean scent.
"Nice," he said, "but lonely. It would have been better shared with you."
"Most things are," she replied cheekily. He pinched her shoulder and she squirmed, making him laugh quietly. In their position, his mouth was close to her ear and she shivered. He caught it and kissed her neck softly, sweetly. Hermione turned her head and their mouths met, lips sliding slowly together. The urgency from the previous night and earlier that morning was gone, replaced by a desire to explore and memorize.
"Starting without me?" came Sirius' voice a few minutes later. Remus and Hermione broke apart unhurriedly to see the animagus leaning against the doorway and smirking at them.
"Of course not," Remus replied, knowing that Sirius' light tone belied a much deeper insecurity. Sirius had few insecurities, but the biggest by far was being left out by the people who told him they loved him. He would never admit to it, but Remus knew how important it was to Sirius to be kept in the thick of things. Sirius looked at it as an issue of trust, and trust was a big deal to him. Understandably, in Remus' opinion.
"Want some cake?" Hermione asked, offering a full fork to Sirius. He pushed himself off the doorway and came to sit next to her, opening his mouth and allowing her to feed him the cake while keeping his eyes on her the entire time.
"Pretty good," he admitted, "but nothing compares with chocolate covered you."
"I'll agree with Messer Padfoot on that statement," Remus rumbled behind her.
"Thank you, Messer Moony."
"Oh, Merlin," Hermione laughed. "I'm really in for it, aren't I?" She looked from one Marauder to the other, each with impressive - and clearly well-practiced - innocent faces.
"Actually, kitten, I think we're the ones who will be getting in. Wouldn't you say, Messer Moony?"
"Oh, yes, I think so, Messer Padfoot," Remus said seriously.
Hermione felt as though she were watching a tennis match, her head whipping back and forth between the two. One thing was sure, however - the longer they talked, the wetter she got. Their voices were casual and the content was fairly tame for dirty talk, but that didn't stop her brain from filling in the blanks. Apparently, their canine senses picked up on this, as she saw both sets of eyes darken. Sirius placed his hand on her knee, sliding it ever so slowly up her thigh as Remus left a wet kiss on one of the many hickeys on her neck, then blew softly on the damp skin. Her flesh broke out in goosebumps, but she shook her head.
"No," she said, stopping them both. "I really am sore. I'm sorry," she added.
"For what?" Sirius asked, turning his sensual caress of her thigh into a soothing rub. "We don't just want you in bed, Hermione."
"Of course not," Remus agreed. "And we would never press you when your body is worn out. Everyone needs a rest sometimes. We were insensitive to start."
She bit her lip. "Can we just... stay like this for a while? Have a lazy day?"
"As long as it involves cuddling with you, I'm fine with that," Sirius said, taking out his wand and elongating the sofa, then laying down with his head on her lap, dog-like.
Remus then pulled out his wand and turned the sofa into an enormous bed so he could stretch his long legs out and leaned back into the cushions, drawing Hermione back against his chest and wrapping his arms around her middle. She nestled her head into the crook of his shoulder and ran her fingers through Sirius' hair as they all settled in for a nap.
"We'll rest for a while, then if you're feeling up to it, we can get to work on our list," Sirius said.
"What list?" Hermione asked.
"Our to-do list," Remus answered.
Hermione turned her head to frown at Remus, but he had his eyes closed. She looked down at her lap and saw Sirius smirking deviously up at her.
"We did as you asked earlier, and put shower sex on the to-do list," he explained, his smirk growing as her eyes widened, "and then we may have added to it."
Oh, Merlin.
Author's Note: I really can't apologize enough for taking this long to finish this two-shot that was supposed to be a one-shot. There is no good excuse, so I won't offer one, but I hope this makes up for it ;) This is the end, though. Thanks so much to everyone who stuck with me and for those who weren't aware of a second chapter being written - surprise! Lol
Thanks, Worthfull1