Dumbledore and Harry Potter had been sitting in silence for nearly twenty minutes, each staring into the fire crackling merrily in the office, each man, young and old, lost in his own thoughts.
It was nearly two o'clock in the morning and Hogwarts Castle was silent as the grave. Harry could not find it in his heart to feel tired, however. Too much had happened this night, and he was not at all sure how to process everything that had occurred.
The final act of the Triwizard Tournament had finished. Cedric Diggory was dead, and Voldemort had returned. Harry shivered with the memory. The feeling of freezing fear, the sharp burning pain as Voldemort had emerged.
Harry squeezed his eyes shut in an effort to block out the vivid memories of those moments, but he still saw them clearly every time he closed his eyes.
He could see it now, Cedric's cold corpse, a horde of Death Eaters at Voldemort's side... their masked faces staring at him. And Voldemort himself was worse. His face, the sight of which caused bile to rise in Harry's throat. He tried to push down the horror that accompanied the images; pushing them back as far as they could go. But there were still plenty of other worries to plague Harry's thoughts.
Harry was still a virgin... he couldn't die a virgin! Every fiber of his being trembled at the thought.
"Everytime I close my eyes," he whispered into the silence, "all I see is my... d..."
"Death?" Dumbledore asked, sounding almost amused. "Death haunts the greatest of wizards, and the meekest of muggles. The one unifying fear in life. No man can know what awaits him beyond that veil."
Harry shook his head. "It's not that..."
Dumbledore quirked an aged eyebrow curiously. "Oh? Then what is it?"
Harry hesitated, looking down at his hands. They trembled more severely than ever. "I can't stop seeing my dick... Old... Wrinkled.. Never used." Harry buried his face in his hands, splashing his tears in his palms.
Dumbledore chuckled, his eyes sparkling at the rare chance to hear such a forbidden subject spoken out loud. After a moment, the look in his eyes grew distant, forlorn and vaguely... Harry would even go so far as to say... wistful.
"True..." Dumbledore said as he stroked his wispy beard with a hand, speaking almost to himself. "Of course, when I was your age I was quite content that I could get an erection at all."
"Oh?" Harry asked. He'd expected Dumbledore to scold him. Most adults were such prudes. Instead though, he had a vague feeling of intrigue at Dumbledore's response.
"Indeed." Dumbledore said, looking around conspiratorially for a moment. "Between us Harry, let me tell you this." He lowered his voice, despite the fact that there was no one around to overhear them. "The truth is... well... the truth is that I have never actually been with a woman!"
Harry quirked an eyebrow in confusion. "Never?"
Dumbledore let out a long sigh, nodding his head as he responded. "After joining Grindelwald in my youth," he explained, "I did not seek the companionship of women..."
"You were gay?" Harry asked the question before he had time to think through the actual words.
Dumbledore, instead of being offended or angered, simply nodded his head. "Aye, it seems strange to me now, how true that is. It was a wonderful time, the time of my life in fact." He gazed over at a black box resting on the mantlepiece and his eyes appeared a little sad. "It was not to last, however. When the time came that I realized that Grindelwald's intentions were not as noble as I had first thought, I followed every lead I could in an effort to stop him... In the end it was I who captured him and his evil dark magic followers. With them behind bars, my duty complete... I have lived a life without lovers... or love."
Dumbledore's eyes returned from the box and he looked deeply into Harry's green orbs. "I fear, Harry that I was only a boy, when I should have been a man. And now... well... I am an old man." He looked down at his own wrinkled hands, a faint tremor in his fingers. "Old and decrepit..." he sighed. "But if I had one regret in my life, it would be that I have never again opened my heart, nor my body."
Harry stared at the Headmaster as if seeing him for the first time. In that moment, all the fear and stress of his previous worries had washed away. "I guess neither of us can have the lovers we wanted..." Harry whispered.
Dumbledore nodded solemnly. "It is regrettable... for both of us. To live without the company of love."
A moment passed in silence, until Harry took a deep breath. "Albus?"
Dumbledore turned, meeting Harry's eyes once more.
Harry's heart hammered in his chest, as he fought against his inner demons.
It's not gay... its not gay... it's not gay. The thought played in his head like a mantra.
"I know it's kind of sudden and strange, and well, weird..." Harry stammered. "But... well... I was wondering if maybe, you know, we could... help each other... with... well, you know..."
Dumbledore blinked and Harry could tell the moment that the old man's brain registered the implications of what Harry was suggesting. The old wizard's eyes opened wide and he spluttered as if choking on something. He jumped to his feet and Harry feared that he was about to be shouted at.
"Harry... You must realize that... that you are only a boy... and... well... it would be wrong." Dumbledore paced the office nervously, wringing his hands together. "Wrong to take advantage of a youth in such a vulnerable position."
Harry could see the way that Dumbledore's pants tented. He knew that Dumbledore, like he, was fighting inner urges and feelings of loneliness. "Please Albus..." Harry whispered.
A shiver seemed to pass through Dumbledore as Harry spoke his name. Harry saw it. He'd been watching closely. And in that moment, he knew he'd won.
Dumbledore stopped pacing, sighing heavily and turning to face Harry. The Headmaster's cheeks burned bright with a furious blush and his cock was straining at the fabric of his trousers, tenting them noticeably. "Are you sure Harry?" he asked.
Harry nodded.
The tension between the two was so thick that it could have been cut with a knife. Harry watched in anticipation as Dumbledore took a few slow steps towards him. Each footfall was heavy, echoing across the silence.
Then Dumbledore was there, kneeling before Harry. The old man reached out slowly, brushing a few locks of hair out of Harry's eyes. Their faces were a mere few inches apart and Harry felt himself drawn irresistibly forward.
His first kiss... with another man... with the Headmaster. Harry's eyes slid shut as their lips brushed. It was warm and soft. So many different feelings coursed through Harry, but more than anything else... he felt safe.
Slowly, the kiss grew more intense, more passionate. Dumbledore's arms encircled Harry, pulling him close, as his tongue teased Harry's lips apart. Harry gasped as the first touch of Dumbledore's tongue danced across his mouth. It was electrifying.
Harry's own hands found their way to Dumbledore's robes, tugging at the clothes, desperate for more contact, more of Dumbledore. More.
With a flash of magic, Dumbledore's own clothes vanished, revealing his naked body. It was thin and wrinkled. A body that had known a lifetime of hardships. Harry ran his fingers along every ridge of old skin and muscle. It was like some form of ancient art... a thing of beauty.
Harry let his fingers run down the thin trail of grey hair leading to Dumbledore's manhood. A whimper left Dumbledore's lips as Harry's fingers closed around the Headmaster's length. He wasn't huge, but he was thicker than Harry had expected.
Suddenly, a creak of wood caused Harry to look up. Snape stood in the doorway. Snape's black eyes were wide with shock, locked onto Harry and Dumbledore, unable to look away.
Harry had no idea how long Snape had been watching. Had he seen the kiss? Harry shivered at the thought, knowing that he'd not have much choice in this position. His eyes trailed downwards and his heart raced as he saw Snape's own cock tenting his robes.
Dumbledore, however, did not seem phased in the slightest. "Why Severus," he purred. "I see that you have also had similar... thoughts..."
Snape's face burned bright, his eyes darting between Dumbledore and Harry. Finally though, his gaze settled on Harry. "Yes..." he whispered.
Harry felt his cheeks burning as Snape drew closer, his dark eyes trailing over Harry's young body. The boy's clothes disappeared in an instant, revealing Harry's pale body in all its glory.
Dumbledore moved forward slowly. "Shall we both show the boy, how wonderful the pleasures of the flesh can truly be?" he asked seductively.
Snape chuckled, a strange evil sound that sent shivers down Harry's spine. "Yes... I believe we shall..."
With a wave of his hand, the door was shut close and the fire was extinguished. Leaving Snape and Dumbledore both in total darkness. The only light that remained was the sliver of moonlight that crept in through the window, bathing Harry's naked form in a silver glow.
Harry's breathing hitched as two sets of hands caressed his body. Two tongues teased his sensitive flesh. Dumbledore kissed his neck, while Snape claimed his lips.
And so it went for hours, Harry moaned and whimpered beneath their combined ministrations. There was not an inch of him that had gone untouched, or unloved. And soon enough, Harry lay sprawled on the floor, panting. His ass gaped open, leaking splooge as Dumbledore and Snape sat beside him, their cocks slick with cum.
Harry panted, his whole body trembling with exhaustion. "Wow..." he whispered.
Both Dumbledore and Snape laughed at the same time.
"So Harry," Dumbledore asked, very wise and elderly-like. "Was that better than dying a virgin?"
Harry smiled, rolling onto his side and snuggling up between the two men. "Yeah," he whispered, already drifting off to sleep. "Much better."