Chapter Five: Hard Won Pleasure

Hello again! Fresh new chapter just waiting to be read but sadly this is the second to last chapter so get voting on my poll please!

Warnings! – IT'S SEXY TIMES! (Creepy wink) Yes indeed our lovers will join together in a twist of sweaty skin on silk sheets (Swoons): basically it's a smut warning. If you think what I've written goes beyond fanfiction limits then PLEASE tell me, I'm happy to reasonably change things. Language warning too.

Disclaimer: I own some stuff just not the Harry Potter stuff.

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"Alright Nathanael have you got everything you wanted to take? Your book and note pad? And have you got enough potions?" Harry asked his son a few weeks after the Daily Prophet article.

His son smiled at him, his black hair messy and his greeny-blue eyes sparkled. "Yeah dad, I've got three vials and I've just got to grab my coat and we can get going if you want." He said as he plays with one of the two cats and Harry can tell from the red collar its Mollie. "Will you be okay looking after Mollie and Jax Dad? You know Jax only likes fresh cold water and Mollie doesn't like fishy foods." He looks at his father worried as if Harry wasn't a veterinarian and hadn't save the lives of more cats than his ten year old had ever seen.

Harry rolled his eyes, "For the magic knows how many times, yes I can care for the two brats. I raised you didn't I?" He chuckled as his son glared at him and pouted like he was still four.

"Well I have to admit you did a great job…" Nathanael said before his father grabbed him by his sides and began to tickle him without mercy.

"Stop daddy stop!" he laughed breathlessly, "I can't breathe!" he gasped again.

Harry slowly stopped tickling and instead pulled his son in for a tight hug. "Just send me a letter if you want to come home. I know you like spending time at the Weasley's but you know who is going to be there and if you feel like you can't cope then you floo home alright love?" He said softly into his son's wild hair.

The father felt the son nod and he took a step back, "You sure you want to go?" he asked hesitantly.

Nathanael nodded, "Yeah dad I wouldn't miss Charlie's and Draco's party for anything. Draco said that I could stay with him if I didn't feel comfortable or if she tries to talk to me." He looked up at his father sadly and Harry wished once again that Ginny had been able to overlook his son mild imperfections to be some kind of mother.

To him his son was perfect, smart, healthy and strong but Ginny never could get over his mild lung condition and his need for a hearing aid charm until he'd be old enough for the healers to fix his underdeveloped hearing. To Harry neither of those things mattered and they didn't affect his son's daily life but to his ex-wife it confirmed he wasn't perfect enough to be her child.

Ginny had gone on to marry some pureblood from Germany a year after the divorce and had three 'perfect children' with him; three perfect brats if the things Hermione had told him were true!

Harry guesses that while he wished his son had never had to go through pain of having a parent reject him Harry also believed that they'd both had a lucky escape; no child of his would be a brat that would fall if left on their own two feet.

"Alright I get it, you're all grown up and I should stop babying you. Go grab your coat and bag and I'll see you through the floo." With that his son ran to grab his coat and bag while Harry chuckled all the way to the fireplace.

"I'm ready dad!" His son was beaming at his side and Harry couldn't help ruffling that wild black hair before kissing his forehead.

"You may be a big boy but you can always come to me alright Nat? I love you my boy." His son beaned even more and Harry couldn't feel prouder.

"I know dad, I love you too dad." With that he grabbed his bag and coat before grabbing some powder and shouting 'Malfoy Manor, Green Office!' and then jumping through. Nathanael would be flooing to the Manor before heading to the Burrow with Malfoy.

Harry watched as his son disappeared into the flames of the floo. It would be a lonely night without him and Harry knew he would worry that Ginny or her children would be nasty; he didn't trust his ex-wife at all. But he had to let his son grow up sometime.

He wished he could have gone but Harry guessed that it didn't matter, this was only the first of two parties and Harry knew he would be able to go to the one Charlie and Malfoy would be holding later that month at their Manor for Malfoy's friends and family. Harry was looking forward to it; Luna had agreed to take Nathanael for the night so he could go as she had her own twins to look after.

Harry and Nathanael had been to see Luna and the twins, Lorcan and Lysander, around a week after they had been born and Harry had to admit that while he had been pleased at how well his son had been with the babies it made Harry a little sad that he would never be a big brother.

Harry didn't think it would be fair to bring another child into his family for several reasons; firstly he didn't know if he would be able to love a second child as much as he loved Nathanael, secondly Harry knew that as soon as Nathanael was at Hogwarts he would look into taking on an apprentice so he would be too busy for a second child and thirdly Harry knew that he still wasn't truly over how Ginny had acted towards their son and there was no way he'd risk the chance that another child of his could feel unloved by anyone.

Shaking his head Harry went to walk to his office to get ahead on paperwork but something caught his eye. A bottle of rather lovely wine that he had left on the side after being giving it by a grateful Hecate a week after the foaling.

Harry looked at the bottle for a moment before heading back to the kitchen and grabbing a glass before grabbing the bottle on his way to the living room: The paperwork could wait another day.

Sitting by the fire Harry tapped the cork with his wand, the soft pop made Harry smile and he sniffed the wine before pouring a generous glass for himself. The wine was a favourite, a deep Italian red. He had first tasted when Ron and Hermione had given him a bottle to celebrate Harry's divorce from Ginny and Harry remembered how thankful he'd been to them for their gift. It hadn't been easy for the Weasley family to except the divorce and when the time came and the paperwork was signed Harry had been really thankful for all the little gifts he had been given for himself and Nathanael.

Taking a sip Harry sighed and relaxed into the armchair; he had a lot to be thankful for since he had bought this beautiful home a year after the divorce. Having left Ginny the flat Harry had had to find a new, better place for his son to live.

It was a truly prefect home for Harry and his son; bright and open with three bedrooms. It had once been a muggle barn just outside of Walter's Ash, Buckinghamshire. It was a sleepy little village that Harry had to admit was a rather nice place to live. The people were lovely and they were happy to leave the odd single dad and his son alone.

About an hour after he'd popped the wine he had drank a glass and started on his second. It was about six sips or so in when the doorbell rang and Harry glanced at the wall clock, it was ten thirty something. Now the doorbell ringing was odd in itself but at this time of night it was almost unheard of.

If it had been Josh or Ahmed calling in an emergency or if it had been Nathanael or one of the Weasley's they would have floo called and if it had been someone from the muggle village they would have come much earlier in the day.

"Coming!" Harry shouted back as he placed the wine on the fireplace and made his way towards the front door.

Opening the door gave Harry the shock of his life: on the other side of the door stood the objects of his lust and desires.

Orrie smiled at him and held up a bottle of Fire Whiskey and Elliot greeted him with a slightly weary smile. "Hello Harry we heard you weren't going to the party and we wondered if you wanted some company?" His smile brightened the longer Harry stared at them stupidly.

He shook himself and mumbled, "Yeah of course, just head on to the living room while I grabbed the glasses." Harry let them find their own way and he grabbed three of his better glasses from the shelf.

Harry walked into the living to find that Orrie had settled into the chair Harry had been sitting in only moments ago. Elliot had picked up Harry's glass from earlier and he was in the middle of smelling the wine as if at a wine tasting.

"Started without us?" He chuckled darkly as Harry levitated a table from the corner of the room to in front of the fire for the glasses and bottle to rest on.

Harry glanced at the bottle; there was more than half left. "I can get you a glass to try some if you like? I have to admit that that is one of my favourites."

Elliot stared at him for a moment and just as Harry was about to ask again the older wizard raised the wine to his lips and took a deep taste, his eyes never leaving Harry's.

The action could have been innocent but the intense stare and the flick of pink tongue over red lip made Harry tingle in ways that he knew he really shouldn't. The flash in Elliot's eyes would have told Harry differently if he hadn't turned his gaze away so quickly.

"Very nice, very nice indeed," Elliot purred to Harry as the boy-who-lived settled into an armchair next to Orrie, leaving a chair the other side of the table for Elliot.

The blond had been watching the not so subtle flirting from his lover and he smirked softly at how flustered Harry had gotten at a few simple hints. He wondered if his boss would live through all they had planned to do that night.

Harry poured them all a lavish glass of the amber-red whiskey, passing the glasses to the other wizards so careful that his wouldn't brush his hand against theirs. Magic forbid him from getting anymore aroused by them then he was already.

They all sat and sipped their drinks in silence, one wondering what he should say and the other two plotting what step they would take next.

It had become so quiet that Orrie's sudden words almost made him jump, "So how are you doing Harry? I mean has that dickhead tried to contact you or have you had any trouble with the press." The blond said softly from the chair to Harry's right hand side.

Harry stared at the flames for a few seconds, contemplating how honest he wanted to be but the mix of wine and whiskey made words flow freer than they might have without such a potent mix in his system.

"I'm alright, bit pissed off still. Angry that I'd introduced Wyatt to Nathanael. Hell Nat had told me something was off about him." Harry sighed and drained the last of his glass, "No contact but the letter I send him might have put him off." He sniggered at the memory.

Elliot reached over and refilled Harry's glass, topping it off a little more than Harry had. "And the press? I noticed that there hasn't been anything more in the Prophet but that doesn't mean much when it comes to them…"

The green-eyed wizard snorted in agreement, "They tried to owl me for comment or perhaps a revenge article but I just sent the letters back unopened. They might have been slightly burnt too."

The other two chuckled at the idea and it went silent again for a few minutes but was broken when Harry got up the courage to talk.

"So I'm guessing you didn't go to the engagement party at the Burrow?" He asked nervously; he had never been a fan of what felt like awkward silences.

Elliot shrugged, "Nah, we'll go to the one at the manor but without you there it wasn't like we'd have known enough people to keep ourselves busy."

Orrie nodded, "Yeah if you'd have been we might have gone but… "He tilted his head and shrugged as well.

"I was invited but…" Harry looked away.

Elliot hummed, "But so was she." He guessed.

Harry nodded once and then let his chin hit his chest, "Yeah, yeah she was. Her and her perfect husband and perfect kids." He grumbled at the image of his ex-wife with her flawless blond husband and picture-perfect kids that he was sure are just the right mix of the two of them.

Harry missed the exchange of glances as he continued to stare into his half full glass.

"I'm guessing you haven't seen her much since you two got a divorce?" Orrie asked gently, as if Harry was going to bite his head off for asking.

"Thank magic for that! I don't think I could have dealt with her attitude more often than I have." Replied Harry, "She was just too selfish and probably still is, I wouldn't know now because I haven't seen her in years."

"I noticed that Nathanael doesn't talk about her much," offered Elliot, "I get the feeling they don't have much of a relationship?"

Orrie joined in there with, "Yeah, I love talking to the littler Potter but he's never talked about his mother."

Harry snorted and laughed bitterly. "Of course he hasn't, he'd never really met her."

They stared at him, one confused and the other angered. It was Elliot who was angered and he couldn't help but ask, "Why? I mean I've seen her and her brood out when I've have had coffee with Charlie, she obviously likes kids and being a mother because she has three with the German wizard."

The bitter laugh came back, "Oh yes her perfect children. She isn't Nathanael's mother simply because he isn't a perfect enough child for her." His spare hand clenched into a fist as he thought of her words back at the Burrow that day so long ago.

"But he is, Nathanael's very bright, too funny, and so kind and gentle, he's also strong and has such a good view on good, bad and the world of grey for a kid his age." The simple statement from Orrie almost made Harry break down in tears. Sure it was partly the alcohol but it was also that Harry had never heard someone say what he felt about his son.

"Thank you, that means so much to me. When his own mother would rather he had died than live with such minor imperfections I'm glad to know that others see him as I do." He said a little breathlessly as his gaze switched between the two wizards.

"Well she is stupid and doesn't deserve to share blood with him: he is a beautiful child, and one to be very proud of." Harry felt the tears building; it had been so long since he had talked about his ex-wife's abandonment of himself and his son that the emotions hadn't had an outlet, they had just built and built over the years.

"I wish she could have seen that, even if our marriage would never have lasted. I'm too imperfect for her and she would have seen that in time. I just wish Nathanael had never had to know the pain of feeling unloved by someone who should care for him…" he trailed off as memories of his own childhood as an unwanted 'burden' came to mind.

The tears did build and slowly they dripped down his flushed cheeks and his hands shook ever so slightly.

He must not have been the only one to notice the shaking and he soon felt the whisky glass being taken out of his hand and from the clinking sound that followed Harry guessed it had been put onto the table.

Harry jumped as he felt warm, soft hands being placed on both of his cheeks and he gasped quietly as the hands tilted his face so his watery eyes stared into tender ones.

Orrie's eyes burnt in the fire light and Harry watched as they gazed at him full of forbidden desires. "Ah Harry, no one is perfect sweetheart. I'm not, Elliot over there's close but not quite and your ex-wife certainly isn't. But you are as perfect as you need to be."

Looking back Harry would say that he should have expected Orpheus' lips to press down onto his but at the time all Harry could do was gasp and then moan breathlessly at the feel of another person against his lips and the taste of whiskey and Orrie.

The hand on his left cheek trailed down his neck and crawled behind Harry's head to gently grip the thick black hair on the back of his head. Meanwhile Harry's own hand had reached out and gripped the black of the blond's robes so tightly Harry's burred brain wondered if he was causing pain.

The breathless moan became louder as Orrie licked at Harry's month, asking to deepen the kiss and Harry couldn't do anything but helplessly oblige the request.

Neither wizard knew how long the kiss went on for and it wasn't until Harry heard a moan from the other side of the table that Harry's brain caught up with what he was doing and, more importantly, who he was doing it with.

Jerking his head back Harry gasped and pushed Orrie out of his lap, his eyes locking onto Elliot's from across the fire lit table, waiting to be cursed or hexed for daring to kiss his lover.

But in his shock Harry didn't noticed the pleased smirk on the older wizard's face or his hand rubbing boldly at the hard bump in his lap.

Still breathless Harry started stuttering, "I'm sorry, so sorry!" he cried out, trying to stand only to find Orrie holding him in place. "Please I didn't mean to let myself go like that!"

Elliot lets out a chuckle and stands by Harry's side, grabbing Harry's limp hand he placed in of the bulge he had just been rubbing. The black haired wizard squawks at the sudden feeling of hot, hard flesh under his hand and almost without realising it he began to rub.

Elliot moaned part in surprise and part in absolute pleasure. "You understand Harry? There's no need to be sorry, this is what we want."

Orrie hummed, "And that's you by the way. What we want I mean." He chuckled and Harry glanced at Orrie's own erection as if he needed to confirm his words and he gulped at the evidence he found.

"But why do you want me? You have each other and seem so happy…" he asked confused but hopeful.

The glanced at each other, "Well," Elliot started, "We've talked about adding a third to our relationship since about a year in. I'd been in a relationship with two other people at the same time and had enjoyed it greatly. They had known about each other but hadn't been together, one being a witch and the other being a gay wizard meant that wasn't possible. I wanted that again but this time I wanted us all to be one." His smile was so bright that it gave Harry hope.

"But this would be for more than one night right? I don't think I could handle being with both of you one day only to have it forgotten the next." Harry had to ask.

Orrie lent forward and ran through Harry's now messier than normal hair causing Harry to purr into the touch. "Harry what we want and then get, we keep."

Harry's brain didn't want to work, the mix of feeling, the blood pumping through his body, the dizzy taste of whiskey on the back of his tongue and the hot hands on his skin, were almost too much and he felt like he'd melt into mush into if he felt anything more.

"But you know me, I'm an obsessed workaholic with very little to offer you." He sighed.

Elliot was shaking his head before Harry had even finish, "You have so much we want, you are so selfless, so warm, your son is a wonder to be around and well to be honest your body isn't at all a turn off…" he grinned as Harry blushed pink.

Orrie nodded, "Oh yes Harry there is much we could do with and to your body…" Harry's blush turned from a soft pink to a deeper red.

"But…" It seems that Elliot had had enough of Harry's stupefied mutterings and so he grabbed Harry by the jaw and slammed his lips against Harry's shocked ones.

Kissing Elliot was very different from kissing Orrie, Elliot didn't allow for shared movements; he simply took possession of Harry's lips. He seemed to try and devour Harry's soul through his mouth and Harry couldn't do anything to stop him even if he wanted to.

The kiss ended with a sigh and Harry slowly opened eyes he hadn't even realised he'd closed. He watched their smirking faces and felt most of his doubts drain away but he wouldn't be Harry Potter if he just gave into reason so easily.

He took a deep breath, preparing himself to ask the question that would change the rest of his life and the life of his son.

"Are you sure?" Harry asked quietly, bottom lip becoming caught in his teeth with unnecessary apprehension.

"Yes!" they both said together.

"Harry I've not wanted anything more since I first wanted Orrie." Elliot said reassuringly.

Orrie rubbed Harry's arm, "I've fantasised about being held by two people, I've dreamt of coming home to a family and I think you and Nathanael could make us whole, I want what we could have so badly it almost hurts." He smiled softly and something in Harry broke the wall that had been holding everyone back.

A tear dripped from his eye but he ignored it and threw himself into Elliot's arms, hoping the other wizard would be strong enough to hold him up on his wobbly legs. Their lips met again and they both moan at the sensation and hot, sweet taste of the others lips.

Harry felt hand wrap around his waist from behind and another set of lips started to lick, nibble and kiss the back and sides of his neck.

Orrie and Elliot were shockingly almost the same height, Harry had been sure Elliot was taller, and Harry was only half a head shorter but it was just enough for Harry to feel that they had taken the lead for the night. The first night of many, he hoped as Elliot nipped sharply at Harry's top lip.

As much as Harry wanted to continue he didn't want to do so in his living room; he had a perfectly good bedroom only a staircase away.

He managed to drag his lips from Elliot's and breathlessly stutter out the cliché, "Bedroom." before his lips could be reoccupied. Harry saw Elliot nod and felt Orrie hum against his neck but when he tried to take a step towards the stairs Elliot growled and pulled him back flush against his hard body.

"Just give me a minute please." The dark voice grumbled from deep within the older wizard's chest. Behind him Orrie chuckled and Harry felt the vibrations through his back.

"He gets like this sometimes Harry, all animalistic and primal, like he just wants to bend you over anything and fuck you till you can't move, breathe or even think." Harry gasped at the sensation caused by the words, his body flushed at the metal image and his cock twitched.

Harry held his breath for a moment but movement made him look up into burning eyes. "You like that idea love? You like the idea of me coming in and bending you over the second you say 'yes please'?" At Harry's slightly embarrassed nod Elliot groaned and tilted his head back, obviously he liked the idea too.

Orrie laughed from behind Harry, "Gentlemen that can be for another day, right now there's a bed I'd quite like to be in…" Harry could hear the smirk in his voice and promised that someday he'd get his revenge.

But Orpheus' words did the trick and within the minute Harry found himself being pushed back onto his own bed, shirt and shoeless as the lovers slowly undressed each other, every movement teasing Harry.

Harry gasped loudly as Orrie stepped back from unbuttoning Elliot's shirt, leaving the wizard's chest for Harry to gap at.

Not only was Elliot beautifully muscled, he also had the most astounding tattoo roaring across his shoulders and chest. It was a dragon, a breed that had long since died out: the Icelandic Emerald Copper; so named for the striking swirls of gem green and copper that had once covered the dragons' hides. The tattoo had the dragon flying over Elliot's shoulder and its head with mouth roaring over the opposite side of his chest.

Harry fell a little bit more in love at the stunning sight.

He turned to the side of the bed as he felt in dip down and came face to face with Orpheus Lovegood naked but boxers and what a sight he made…

"He'd fucking stunning isn't he?" Orrie whispered into Harry's ear, "I bet you just want to lick and nibble every inch of that tattoo, of that chest, of those shoulders." He purred and brushed his hand over Harry's own chest as the stunned wizard nodded.

Orrie chuckled and it was so fucking sexy Harry could barely stand it. "I wanted to do the same when I first saw it; it was the first time I'd been so turned on by a tattoo."

Harry nodded: it was the first time for him too.

Orrie chuckle again and Harry relished the beautiful sound, Orrie's chuckle was like ever so slightly bitter dark chocolate on sweet raspberries, like the songs sung by mermaids in myths to lure sailors to their deaths.

Merman Orrie may not be but Harry had the feeling that if one could really die of pleasure then he might get pretty close that night.

The bed dipped again, the other side this time and hands that were starting to become familiar wrapped around his hips, pulling him so he was straddling Elliot's thighs. Harry panted for breath as he stared down into dark eyes, hands resting on that tattoo to keep him up straight. Elliot had fully lost the shirt by then and Harry was glad.

"Well love, we have you right where we want you. What do you want to do next?" The deeply purred words had Harry blushing once more.

A million and one ideas rushed through his mind, did he want to go straight for gold or did he want to touch and taste, take his time so to speak? He thought for less than a minute before he kissed Elliot's right nipples and started tugging off his silk boxers.

Harry swallowed at the size that greeted him; now he'd known that Elliot was a big man but he didn't think he'd get all that in his mouth… He looked up as Elliot's made a rumbling sound.

"Don't worry Harry, do what you like and later I'll be as gentle as you need." Harry nodded in relief, in had been a while and he wanted to think about pleasure not pain or discomfort.

Forgetting his worries Harry grabbed the hot flesh with one hand, leaving the other to support his weight. He ran his hand lightly up and down the silken heat, pausing to grip tighter whenever he got a sound out of the wizard and after a minute a hard/gentle touches Harry saw a droplet appear just where he'd wanted it.

He smirked and licked the head like a dripping ice cream cone. The sound Elliot made was gratifying, a mix of a surprised moan and a harsh rumble of bliss. Taking the hard flesh deeper in his mouth until he hit the back of his throat before repeating it slowly but when Harry heard another moan he couldn't help look up when he realised it came from Orrie.

Orrie had curled up against Elliot's side and their lips were locked in such an erotic sight that Harry had to swallow, forgetting about the cock buried to the hilt in his mouth.

Not that the swallow caused pain, in fact Elliot, lost in his lovers' mouths, buckled his hips up and Harry had to pull back in fear of chocking.

He crawled up Elliot's other side, jaw aching but he couldn't get rid of his grin as Elliot once again took possession of his lips. "You did good love," Elliot mumbled against his lips as Harry panted for air.

Orrie brushed a hand through his hair, "I'll have to feel that someday Harry, Elliot's a monster and you took his down like a pro."

Harry giggled at the idea, boy-who-lived-to-be-a-whore, the press would have a field day! "I dated a part giant back in university, he was only about an eighth but well he was packing…"

The shared a laugh and enjoyed the feel of their sweaty skins touching but it didn't last long. "Where's your lube?" Orrie asked and ran a hand down Elliot's chest.

"In the second draw down, its locked but just press down on the circle below the handle…" the soft pop told Harry he'd done it and the loud groan told Harry that Orrie had seen his collection of bites and pieces.

The look on Orrie's face told Harry that not only had Orrie seen them but he'd also thought up some devilish plans to play with them at a later date.

"Why Harry I didn't know you like glass so much?" Orrie said holding the lubricating potion in one hand and Harry couldn't help but blush.

"Yeah," He murmured into Elliot's chest, which he had tried to use to hide his blushing face but Elliot was having none of it. He pulled Harry into the middle of the bed so he was lying flat on his back, trapped willingly between the two handsome men.

"So who's going first?" he smiled cheerfully, he'd missed the full feeling and didn't plan to be top that night.

The wizards glanced at each other and after only twenty seconds or so nodded.

"That would be me it seems!" Orrie said into Harry's ear. "How do you want to do it?" he purred.

Harry laughed as his worries just drained away, "I'm not moving so you'll have to pick me up and move me if need be…"

Orrie shook his head, "No need my beauty, I can work with you like this." He leaned forward and kissed Harry briefly on the lips as he crawled to kneel between Harry's oh so slightly spread legs. Grabbing his wand from the table Orrie tapped the clothing left on Harry's body, leaving him naked for all to see.

The sight of his naked body drew mutters of appreciation from both wizards, he was still skinny but he'd learnt that it didn't mean he had to be weak and had improved his muscles through hard work.

Orrie passed the lube to Elliot to open and hold before tugging on Harry to spread his legs as far as they would go. After tapping his own boxers Orrie placed the wand where it had been before and he bend down to kiss and nibble from Harry's neck to his belly button, stopping at both nipples of course.

"Just tell me to stop if needed okay Harry? There's not a reason you can think of that we wouldn't stop for if you wanted us too." He said seriously, dipping two fingers in the waiting lube.

Harry's heart warmed and he tilted his head back to kiss Elliot gently, "I understand but now I just want you to get on with it!" he grumbled jokingly.

Orrie chuckled and soon Harry felt the cool wetness of Orrie's fingers rub just where he wanted them too, not even flinching as the cold met his burning skin.

When the tip of the first finger slipped in Harry gasped and had to hold himself back from pushing down on the fingers. It had been so long since he'd felt that pleasurable burn and when the whole finger slipped in Harry moaned for more.

Soon one finger turned to two and then to three and the burn was oh so good. Harry felt himself become lost in lust and pleasure so when Orrie asked if he was ready he could barely nod yes.

The burn of being stretched by Orrie's hot flesh caused Harry to hiss slightly, the prep had helped greatly and so did the lube on Orrie cock. He felt kisses being pressed into his hair and over his face and soon the burning was bearable again.

Once Orrie was fully seated inside they all took a deep breath and smiled at each other. "Fuck you feel amazing Harry, so tight around me, so damn hot." Orrie growled into his ear and he started to slowly pump his hips into the welcoming body beneath him.

"You feel great too but aren't you going a little slow… Orpheus?" Harry giggled, knowing that the blond wizard hated being called by his full name.

Orrie didn't reply with words, he just pulled also all the way out before snapping his hips forward so hard that Harry saw stars and couldn't say another word; all that came out of his mouth were sighs, moans and pleads for more.

It didn't take long for Orrie to start panting in Harry ear as he picked up the impossible pace even more. "Fuck Harry, I'm goin' cum. I can't hold it anymore." He hissed as his lover tightened around him even more and that was all it took for Orrie to cum deep inside Harry with a groan.

Harry hissed as Orrie pulled out and rolled off him, letting the cool air touch his still burning cock. He moan in disappointment before remembering that there was still another one to go yet and he looked up to see Elliot sitting against the headboard, stroking his own erection with a lube slicked hand.

Harry stared at him for a moment before pleading, "Please Elli, please. Fuck I need to cum."

Elliot hadn't needed the pleading but it made his body shudder with need. Rubbing on a little more lube he crawled down Harry's body, ignoring all of his sensitive spots.

This time they all knew that Harry was ready and without warning Elliot lined himself up and pushed into the waiting body.

Harry gasped at the larger size and Elliot moaned at the tightness that had been slicked with lube and his blond lover's cum only moments before.

Elliot was rougher than Orrie and more demanding, Harry enjoyed the contrast but was glad Orrie had gone first, it just meant less pain and more pleasure.

Being so close from before meant that it only took one hard thrush and a sharp nip to a nipple to made Harry cum. And cum he did, his world turned to grey mush and he could barely hear the sounds of Elliot moaning deeply as he too came.

Harry couldn't feel anything that wasn't pleasure so when Elliot pulled back out of him Harry tried to hold onto him, not wanting to lose the fullness that made him feel so alive.

"Shh sweetheart," Orrie said soft and Harry looked to see him sitting by Harry's head with the pack of muggle wipes from the draw in hand, "We just got to clean you up and we can sleep alright love?" Harry nodded and let Orrie wipe the mix of cum and sweat from his belly.

Harry felt himself drifting away and barely stirred as Elliot lifted him under the covers with his boxers back on. Elliot slid into next to him and Harry curled into his chest.

Moments later the covers were lifted and Orrie joined them.

"He'd amazing isn't he?" Elliot asked quietly.

"Mmmhmm," Orrie replied, "Better than all my dreams."

"I can hear you, "Harry grumbled from between them, "Now sleep time." They chuckled at him but he felt them settle into the bed and soon their breaths were even.

Just as he was about to fall over the edge of sleep Harry couldn't help but think that all that pleasure had been hard won.

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Sitting at his kitchen table the next morning was a surreal experience, he had woke up drooling over Elliot's chest and Orrie curled up behind him with his morning erection rubbing lightly against Harry's slightly sore arse.

They had been murmured complaints as they had rolled out of bed and stumbled towards the bathroom but the light touches all over his mostly naked body and the whispered words had reassured Harry in ways he hadn't thought he needed to be.

They had all showered separately and had met up again at the dining table for coffee and toast. Harry had caught both of them smirking every time he had to fidget to get comfortable. Thank magic for the healing potion mixed in with the lube or Harry wouldn't have been able to get out of bed after having had both of them up his arse.

They all knew that there was talking to be done but for now they just wanted to enjoy the peace and company. Once the toast was finished and the coffee drained Harry stood and led them toward the family room at the back of the house. The downstairs the house had one kitchen, one dining room, one formal living room and one family room that opened into the garden through a conservatory and upstairs there were three bedrooms, one with its own bathroom, a family bathroom and Harry's office.

There was planning permission to expand into the loft and Harry had plans to do just that once Nathanael was at Hogwarts; he planned to turn it into a room for his son, a bedroom, bathroom and study room so that as he grows up he was be close but also have his own space.

The family room had a muggle computer and telly in one corner and along one wall was a huge sofa that was more than big enough for them to snuggle together.

And that was just what they did for the next hour, they kissed and cuddled, they talked about nothing serious and they laughed with each other. At some point the cats had joined them on the sofa, Jax jumping straight onto Harry while Mollie, being the braver and more adventurous, of the two, crawled all over the strange wizards, pausing only to lick Elliot's hands and to nibble Orrie's lose long hair. At the blond's yelp his lovers had simply laughed again.

Being together like that was so easy, so calming and it distracted Harry so much that not only did he miss the sound of the floo but he also didn't hear the sound of footsteps and neither did the others. Having had enough of the teasing Orrie had grabbed Harry by the arm and had dragged him so that the green eyed wizard was sitting in his lap. Their lips met slowly and Harry grinned into the kiss as he saw Elliot move so he could see better; just a shame that he didn't move enough so they could see the door.

"Daddy's got boyfriends! Daddy's got boyfriends!" An excited voice chanted from the doorway and they all twisted round to see Nathanael standing there with a colossal grin on his face. "Daddy's got boyfriends I like!" he cheered again as his father sat on another man's lap blushing till his face couldn't become redder.

Nathanael walked towards them and Harry slipped off of Orrie's lap. "Umm yes sweetheart I guess I do…" Harry said as the others laughed beside him.

Nathanael nodded, his face still grinning, "Told you that you could do better than that slimly guy." He frowned for a moment. "Does that mean that they are my daddies too? Because I like them and you've always said that two heads at better than one and three must be better than two…"

Harry had heard Elliot choke on his laugh at Harry's son's words and Orrie coughed in surprise. "Umm well Nathan that would be up to you and Elliot and Orrie. I can't say I'd be upset but it's a personal thing between you."

Nathanael took that as he needed to pout as hard as he could towards Harry's lovers. "Pleaseeee?" he whined and Harry turned to see the other wizards look at each other for a moment.

They nodded and Nathanael cheered, "But you can just call us our names yeah?" Chuckled Orrie as the wizarding child grinned brightly.

Nathanael nodded and threw himself into their joint arms, laughing as they tickled his sides and blew raspberries on his neck and cheeks.

Harry sat to the side and watched everything he had ever wanted for himself and his son come true. He watched as men he'd could admit he loved hug and play with his only child and he felt blessed by magic herself. He had his dream job, dream home, and dream lovers and for once none of it was really a dream.

It had taken a lot of heartache to get Harry where he was but there was nothing on that planet that would keep him away from happiness again.

The End

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Thank you so much for reading this little idea of mine. Just the epilogue to go and that's set ten years or so down the line. It's called In The Face Of Love, We Crumble and it's going to be so cute aha!

Grown up Nathanael is so very, very adorable. Maybe someday I'll write more for this but for now it's just the epilogue to go and then I'll start on whatever wins my fanfiction poll.

Thanks a million, Conquered King.