Title: How Albus Severus Potter's First Birthday with His Bondmates Went

Pairing: Albus/Scorpius/Lysander

Rating: M

Summary: They go to the match at the Quidditch World Cup that Scorpius had gotten tickets for.

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: ~1800

A/N: And this'll continued in How Bondmates Became Soulmates. I should probably start writing those.

"Ugh, is that Skeeter 2.0?" Mop asked, looking in the direction of Melanie Molson, a reporter for the Daily Prophet.

"2.0?" Scorpius asked with a frown.

Lysander chuckled and Mop rolled his eyes. "It's a Muggle thing," Lysander supplied. "But yes, Al it is."

"I hate her," the brunette muttered. "And Hob, we need to have you watch some telly, or rent some DVDs, or Muggle books, or something."

"What are DVDs?" he asked, sidestepping one of the many tents outside the stadium of the World Cup.

"See, I don't even know how to explain that when he doesn't know about technology," Mop said. "You put it in a DVD player, and the name is self explanatory, and you can watch movies from it. It's a storage device... Like a pensieve, I suppose, except they don't store memories."

"That was a fairly good explanation, Al. I'm impressed," Lysander teased.

"Oh shut it," Mop said, as they neared the entrance.

"Oh look!" Molson said excitedly. "It's our Beltane Boys. Come to watch the match?"

"Beltane Boys?" Mop asked with a grimace. "Is that what they're calling us?"

"They did call your father The-Boy-Who-Lived for a good 18 years," Lysander pointed out.

"So which team are you lot supporting? How's the bondship going? Malfoy, Potter, you seem to have been getting along recently."

"Miss Molson, if you don't mind we'd like to get to our seats," Scorpius said politely, giving her smile as they continued on their way.

"Oh, just a few questions? Or a photograph at least," she tried, blocking their path. The camera was already flashing so Scorpius saw no reason for her to be asking for a photograph. "One statement? Potter, have you seen your ex since the engagement party? Is it true you had a run in with her and her family since? Scamander, how are you parents taking-"

"Is that a new hair style you've got?" Lysander asked, smiling sweetly at her as he glanced at her ridiculous, gravity defying hair.

"I- Yes, it is actually," she blushed.

Scorpius and Mop slipped past her discreetly as Lysander handed out false compliments and carefully made his way around her. "Lovely to have seen you," the other blonde said, before turning back to them. "For the love of Merlin..."

"I can't believe that worked..." Mop muttered. He was about to look behind them but Scorpius touched a hand to his back.

"Don't, or she'll start anew," he murmured.

The others handed their tickets to the collector, who nodded to Scorpius and let him in since he was on the list of special attendees. Technically he was just one of a few Unspeakables that were in attendance in the event that their assistance was needed. It was highly unlikely though since the last time any sort of advanced chaos had occurred at the Cup was when the Death Eaters had led a raid during the 422nd Cup.

The three of them headed to their seats, which had a brilliant view of both the field and the stadium. They bought a few drinks and snacks and settled down as they waited for people to finish filing in so that the match could begin. They watched as people shuffled to their seats and Mop slid down in his and propped his legs on the railing in front of him as he munched on some caramel corn.

"Hob," Mop said quietly, glancing around Lysander. Scorpius leaned his head forwards and looked at him. "Thanks."

Scorpius blinked and nodded. He had acquired the tickets when he had volunteered for this particular match and he had volunteered partly because he knew Lysander had wanted to attend and partly because it was... Mop's birthday. He had not considered it a gift though. "There's really no need to-"

"Translated, that means you're welcome, Albus," Lysander interrupted.

8

"No! No, no, no, no, nooooooo!" Lysander yelled, leaning over the railing. "Bloody fucking hell!"

"Yeeeeeeeeeessssssss!" Mop shouted, standing on said banister. "Luxembourg!"

Personally, Scorpius had no preference over Luxembourg or Peru. They were not his choice countries. So as his bondmates made fools of themselves he watched them in amusement and shook his head before scanning the crowds once more and taking a sip of his coffee. Crackers were shooting red, blue and white confetti out all around and a number of flags were being waved. People were yelling and screaming as they either celebrated their team's victory or expressed their disappointment and outrage at the loss.

"And Luxembourg moves on to the semi finals in this year's Quidditch World Cup! Defeating Peru 310 -200!" the commentator announced.

They waited until most patrons were out of the stadium to leave, not wanting to deal with the throng of people, some over excited and others sullen, but all were tired from the two day long match. Scorpius kept an eye out for any extraordinary disturbances as he listened to Lysander and Mop discuss and argue the match, commenting when appropriate and chuckling at their over enthusiasm.

"Admit it!" Mop said. "Peru is rubbish!"

"Just because Luxembourg got lucky this time around-"

"Lucky?" Mop laughed. "It's called skill, not luck. Luck is why Peru made it this far."

"Wha- See if I ever make you crepes for your birthday again," Lysander threatened. In all honesty that was a fairly weighty threat considering how good they tasted.

Mop chuckled. "Someone's a sore loser," he said. "Wait... you're joking right?"

Lysander shrugged and stretched his legs out on the banister.

When the crowd cleared up significantly they headed to the exit nearest their tent, Lysander on one side of him and Mop on the other as the two chatted heatedly. Lysander held his hand and somehow he and Mop had ended up linking arms. They headed to their tent and more or less ignored the people that noticed them and had decided to stare.

Upon reaching inside they went directly to the shower and made quick work of washing up so that they could take their snogging, because there was almost always snogging involved when they showered together, to the bed.

Mop claimed Scorpius' lips and then pressed him backwards and down onto the mattress. The brunette climbed on top of him, straddling him, and threaded his fingers into Scorpius' hair as he snogged him. It was a different sort of feel than usual, more... purposeful. Lysander stayed behind Mop and when the brunette moaned into Scorpius' mouth and arched against him he reckoned that the other blonde was either rimming or stretching the man.

Hands gripped Scorpius' hair, then cupped his face, ran down his neck and smoothed his collar. Mop glided his hand over Scorpius' chest and abdomen, he brushed his fingers over Scorpius' nipples, thumbing and pinching them before gliding along his flank and abdomen. Scorpius ran his hands along the brunette's shoulders, back, thighs. Mop rocked back against Lysander's... tongue? Fingers...? as they snogged and slid a hand down Scorpius' body and palmed him, cock and balls, before he took hold of him and began to pump.

Mop broke their snog to let out a cry, burying his face in Scorpius' neck and arching back. The man was mewling and squirming while he tugged and squeezed Scorpius' cock and Lysander fingered him relentlessly, the sound of it loud enough in the room for Scorpius to identify it now. Mop let out a staggered breath and shifted before he guided Scorpius's cock to his prepared entrance and watched him.

Lysander climbed between his legs and behind Mop before he wrapped his arms around him as he began to kiss at the brunette's neck and shoulders. The other blonde slid his hands to Mop's hips and pressed them down slowly, glancing at Scorpius with a quick grin. Scorpius groaned as he pressed slowly past the ring of muscles and into the other man. Lysander murmured into Mop's ear and wrapped an arm around his waist, stopping him from taking in more than the head of Scorpius' cock. Scorpius groaned and thrust his hips upwards impatiently, causing Mop to groan.

"Patience, Scorpius," Lysander said, as he took hold of Mop's cock and muttered a lubrication charm to slicken the man's cock before he began to pump him slowly. "Watch."

Lysander whispered something to Mop and the brunette began to rock his hips slowly. Scorpius whimpered at the way he was being teased as Mop's muscles swallowed the head of his cock again and again. He watched the way Mop writhed above him with Scorpius' cock barely inside of him as Lysander's hand stroked him long and slow, his hand dipping to fondle and tug at the other man's balls.

When Lysander sat back on his haunches he pulled Mop against him and Scorpius hummed at the better angle of sight. He slipped out of Mop but Lysander heeded their complaints and felt for his cock to press it back inside the brunette. Mop ground his hips and spread his legs as he rested his hands on the bed. Lysander kissed and licked at the man's neck before taking hold of his cock once more and pumping his hand over the tip.

"Lysander, you fucking tease," Scorpius breathed, rolling his hips to get more depth.

"You can't tell me you aren't enjoying yourself," the blonde said, now grinding against Mop's arse and using his other hand to palm the man's balls.

"I don't think... that changes things," Mop muttered.

"Shhh," Lysander hushed. "Just watch and feel, why don't you?"

"Watch?" Mop groaned.

"Watch the way my hand's moving over your cock, squeezing and pulling. Watch the flush of Scorpius' face, neck and chest, the way he looks when his eyes are fixed on your cock or your balls or your arse," Lysander husked, before glancing at Scorpius. "Watch the way I touch Albus, the way you two are squirming and how your cock's moving inside him, the way he takes you in, the way his head rolls back when I-"

And Mop did just that as Lysander gave a twist of his hand and pressed on the man's perineum.

Scorpius swallowed and barely noticed how much more frantically they had started to move while Lysander had been speaking and coaxing them into paying attention to every bloody thing they were doing.

Mop whimpered and begged before Lysander let the man go so that he could ride Scorpius to completion. Scorpius groaned and dug his fingers into the man's hips as he was finally buried in Mop's heat. Mop wasted no time in riding him and quickly built up a fast pace. Scorpius glanced over to Lysander and saw the man wanking as he watched them, his lips slightly parted and his tongue flickering out to dampen them. He looked back up at Mop, panting and bucking on top of him.

"Oh fuck," Mop gasped, reaching for his cock and wanking furiously. "Fuck- fuck-"

For a second they ended up watching each other at the same moment and Scorpius felt Mop tense above him and saw the man's eyes flutter shut as he moaned and pumped himself over Scorpius' chest and stomach. Lysander let out a few grunts and groans right before Scorpius felt his orgasm rock through him and he pulsed inside of Mop, grinding his hips and watching Albus-

Well fuck, did I just...

"Thanks again... Scorpius," Mop/Albus said quietly.

Scorpius managed to stop his jaw from dangling open and nodded minutely. "Happy belated birthday," he said, not quite able to say Albus just yet, despite his ability to think it. Instead he gave the man a kiss and hoped that, like Lysander, Albus could tell that it was different and that it held the things he could not put into words just yet.