Title: How Albus, Scorpius and Lysander Spent the Night Together

Pairing: Albus/Scorpius/Lysander

Rating: M (for man sex, finally)

Summary: The boys have a chat at the Manor and then some.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling and publishers. No offense is meant by this fan fiction and this is made purely for fun.

Word Count: ~2000

"Well, that was interesting," Albus mumbled, as they stepped outside.

"More than," Lysander commented. "Where are you staying tonight?"

"I was going to go by Grimmauld," he shrugged.

"You're coming to the Manor tonight," Hob said. "We've things to discuss, among various other activities."

"Things to discuss? Like what?" he asked. "And I'm open to... various other activities. Merlin knows I need it."

"Things like what the bond entails," Lysander answered. "Our own agreements on what is or isn't permitted in the relationship. And I don't think you've noticed it but you two get along a lot better than you give yourselves credit for, at least recently."

"I don't know what you're paying attention to," Albus said.

"Likewise," said Hob.

"All right," Albus said. "So what do we need to discuss?"

"For one, Al," Lysander started, "you should know that this won't be the only time we'll have to worry about pregnancies."

"Excuse me?" he sputtered. He did not want to have to constantly worry about getting pregnant himself or someone else.

"Well, now that we've bonded certain things are going to change, permanently. So around Beltane we'll all go through the changes that we held off this time around. Regular contraceptives will work, and more effectively now, so long as we aren't somewhere that Fae magic is in abundance. So if we go to Beltane again it would basically be the same thing that happened this time. But now the changes will start sooner. So around two weeks before Beltane any of us would be capable of conceiving. The changes will start to recede two weeks after, so long as a fertilized egg hasn't attached itself to the womb. It's the regular genetics, just... applied to men, except the birthing process is... tricky. But I can explain that another time, though I reckon your Mum is going to want to give you that lecture now."

"What else?" he sighed.

"Well obviously we're required to sleep together. Extended periods apart won't be particularly pleasant. After about two months it'll really start to take a toll on us," Lysander glanced at Hob as he said this and the man nodded in return.

"The need to be close to one another will be strongest during Beltane and Samhain, since this bond is rooted in Fae magic. Really there are a lot of things I can tell you but I think those are the most important ones. The technicalities are dependent of the bondmates and on occasion our state of mind might affect it. It's not exactly black and white."

"As for the conditions of this relationship," Hob started, "I think its best we not complicate things further by bringing in anyone else."

"That's a given," Albus said. "I don't think I can deal with another person."

"And eventually we're going to all have to move in together. So I reckon we should decide on somewhere or start looking," Hob continued.

"Well, if dad moves in with Mr. Malfoy we can probably have Grimmauld. James doesn't want the place and Lily hates it. Never mind that dad had it fixed up," he suggested.

He never did understand why his siblings did not like the place. Maybe it was because Kreacher was a miserable old house elf for most their childhood. He is still old, just not miserable since he was sort of on the verge of death.

"The Manor's also large enough to hold us comfortably without us having to really interact with the two of them anyway," Hob shrugged. "When Grandmother's here she stays in the Northern wing and I don't so much as hear her, outside of when I have meals in the main dining hall."

"All of which means we won't have to pay rent," Lysander nodded. "And in the event that we do decide to have children both homes have sufficient space."

"Space that will likely be unnecessary for quite some time," Albus muttered.

He was not keen on the idea of birthing a child or having one with Malfoy, Lysander maybe, but not Malfoy. It was not something he figured he should dwell on tonight though, children.

"We should find out what our fathers are doing," Hob mused.

"We should also get Albus' things from his flat," Lysander said. "What's happening with that anyway?"

"The flat? Hmph, I don't know," he shrugged. "It's in both our names and I doubt she's going to want to stay knowing I've fucked both of you there. I'll be lucky if half my things are even intact. I've been able to summon my work things and a few of my clothes but everything else is either reluctant to move or they've probably had Sticking charms put on them, or worse they've been destroyed."

"We should get them when possible," Lysander murmured.

"We?" Hob repeated, reluctant to participate. "Why do we have to follow him?"

"So that we don't have to have him patched up again," Lysander explained.

Hob sighed. "All right," he nodded. "We should also start telling people about us. Perret's likely to start telling her side of it soon enough, once she gets over the embarrassment, and then the media is going to crash down on us. This way we have a semblance of control over it."

"Make a public appearance?" Lysander asked. "I don't think I have any gatherings to attend any time soon..."

"Whoa," Albus said. "What? Why are we doing this?"

"It's either we put it out there and they wonder at how you and I are getting along or Perret puts it out there and you're a slutty, lying, cheating arse of a man and we're your perverted counterparts." Hob said.

We'll look like that either way, but with one we accept the relationship and have nothing to hide and with the other it's our dirty little secret that's been exposed," Lysander said.

"Fine," he huffed, as he thought of all the ways Amelia could tell the story, all probably very true but in no way flattering to him.

That was probably fair though.

"Wait, isn't Longbottom having an engagement party in two days?" Hob asked.

"I forgot about that," Lysander murmured. "I still haven't replied."

"Same," Albus nodded.

"And I don't talk to the woman so I'd just be someone's plus one," Hob said. Albus knew someone meant Lysander.

"Well, there we go," Lysander smiled.

"Can we shag now?" Albus asked. He was getting a bit antsy now that he did not have potential pregnancies on his mind.

"I reckon we can," Lysander nodded. Albus' cock twitched in excitement.

With a flick of his wand Hob vanished their clothes. "You're middle, Mop," Hob said.

Albus had no objections to that. The two of them had had all the time to fuck one another during this whole fiasco, so it was only fair.

Lysander was the closest to him so Albus slid out of the sofa to kneel between the man's legs and suck his cock to hardness. Behind him he felt Hob spread his cheeks before hot breath tickled his entrance and a tongue licked from his balls up his cleft. He groaned at the way the tongue flicked and teased at him and Lysander's cock twitched at the vibrations. Albus laved at the man's cock and closed his eyes when he felt slick fingers press their way inside him.

Malfoy did not spend very long preparing him but he did not quite mind, not with how swiftly his libido had built up. It really had been a while. Lysander ran his hand through Albus' hair and rocked his hips forwards. He let the man fuck his mouth and focused on sucking and massaging the head with his tongue. He felt the head of Malfoy's cock teasing at his entrance before it pushed past his rim and made its way inside in one steady movement. He released Lysander's cock so he could groan at the stretch and the odd flutter of magic in his core. He pushed his hips back and licked his lips at the way Hob filled him and moved inside of him, Beltane flashing in his mind.

Lysander's hand traced his jaw.

"Albus," the man chided, as his thumb traced along Albus' lips before sliding into his mouth.

He sucked on the digit lightly and swirled it with his tongue before he let it go in favour of the man's cock. Malfoy had begun to thrust into him hard and Albus had to steady himself as he licked Lysander's cock. He pumped the shaft as he sucked and laved at the man's balls. He licked a striped up to the head and then closed his lips around it and teased at the slit with his tongue. He began to bob and he paused to moan when he felt pleasure surge through him. Hob placed a hand on his back to keep him at that angle as he began to pound away at the spot. Albus moaned constantly around Lysander's cock as he sucked.

He released the cock from his mouth and panted as he began to meet Hob's thrusts. Lysander knelt in front of him and snogged him. A hand pulled Albus' away from his cock, he was not sure when he had started to wank himself, and he held on to the man in front of him as the other fucked him with a roughness that meant he was nearing his orgasm. He groaned into Lysander's neck and Malfoy tensed and bucked and emptied himself inside of Albus with a moan. He ground his hips and clenched, milking the man. The two men snogged over his shoulder and Albus licked his lips at the way their tongues slid together. He licked Lysander's neck instinctively.

"Fuck me," he murmured.

"With pleasure," Lysander husked, as he and Hob pulled apart. The man got up and sat in the couch. Hob nipped at Albus' neck before he pulled out and then Albus went to straddle the other man.

"Face me," Hob said. "I want to see."

He turned and lowered himself onto Lysander's cock and a shiver ran up his spine. He rolled his hips and moaned softly before leaning back on the man. His legs were lifted and spread and he hummed at the thought of being put on display like that. Malfoy licked his lips at the view. Albus rolled his hips eagerly and Lysander began to thrust upwards. He let his head loll back and gasped when a hot tongue licked at him. When he looked down Malfoy was licking and sucking at his balls. The man grabbed hold of his cock and squeezed as his tongue worked.

It did not take long for Albus to climax, not with the way Lysander was fucking him and the way Malfoy sucked at him. He toes curled and his body tensed as he let out a cry. Hob managed to suck him into his mouth in time and Albus shot his load straight down the man's rather spectacular throat. Malfoy and his bloody non-existent gag reflex. He whimpered as he man sucked and laved at his sensitive cock while Lysander ground his hips.

They moved so that Albus was lying face down on the couch and Lysander wasted no time in resuming fucking him. Hob knelt nearby and watched, his cock hard again. The man poured some lube onto his fingers and then began to finger himself as he watched. Lysander's hand twitched on Albus' shoulder and he faltered in his thrusting.

"Fuck," the man groaned. He was probably staring at Malfoy, much like Albus was.

"I was watching that," Hob breathed, as he arched and then reached for his cock.

Lysander resumed his thrusting but kept pace with the hand on Hob's cock. Albus did not mind though there was something about the synchronicity that was extremely erotic. He met Lysander's thrusts and watched Hob's hand stroke and squeeze and he gasped when the man moaned, probably brushing his own prostate. Soon the Hob's hand sped up and Albus and Lysander fucked more quickly. The hand was moving swiftly now and Lysander was pounding Albus' arse. He was not sure which groans belonged to whom at that point.

Malfoy arched and bucked and pulsed his pleasure out. Albus licked his lips at the sight and arched when he felt Lysander tense around and inside of him. The man groaned as he pumped liquid heat into Albus and pressed his head onto his back, his hips twitching.

Hob came over to them and they made room for him. The three of them snogged one another lazily and when the two blonde's occupied one another's lips Albus took the opportunity to lick and suck the cum clean off of Hob's fingers.