O Come All YeAuthor: lee_westCharacters:
Charlie, Draco and Neville Rating:
Only the fact that I would love to call this threesome Shaquille, from CHarlie, DrACo and NevILLE. Sorry 'bout that.Themes/kinks chosen:
Kinky Kristmas fic for florahart
, whose request was Charlie/Neville/Draco, exhibitionism, going caroling, funny and/or happy-ending Author's notes:
A zillion thanks to my dear beta, minnow_53
, for tackling a most improbable threesome and doing it with her usual pizzazz.
The smell of food nudged Charlie from deep slumber. He turned over in his bed and almost fell on the floor. Sitting up in confusion, he looked around and with a relieved sigh, realized he was in his old, narrow bed at the Burrow and not in his bedroom in Romania.
His mother was baking something Christmassy – probably mince pies for the party after the carol-singing. The aroma was making Charlie's stomach rumble. He looked at the clock: it was almost four in the afternoon, and he hadn't eaten since breakfast, when he'd Flooed in. The trip from Romania was very long, though it was normally smooth sailing. But now, with the holidays coming up, there were delays at some of the Floo stops, and Charlie had arrived at his parents' house several hours late. Molly had fed him and ordered him to go to bed. He obeyed promptly: he needed to be in good shape for the carols.***
After the war, Wizarding society, intent on burning the old, nasty bridges that led to intolerance and prejudice, embarked on community events designed to promote unity. Among those was the now traditional Yule Festival in Diagon Alley: the whole area was decorated festively and strung with lights far bigger and brighter than the Muggle ones in Oxford and Regent Street. A gigantic tree stood in front of Flourish and Blotts, and underneath it lay a pile of presents donated for the orphans of the recent conflicts. There were games and stalls of delicious food for the families and the day culminated with a minute of silence for the fallen in the war. Then everyone sang carols.
In the spirit of the season, the festivities were open to all. Former enemies could be seen singing next to each other and old feuds were forgotten, or temporarily ignored -- so much so that Arthur and Lucius's tenor/baritone duet of "O Holy Night" became the annual highlight of the festival.
Charlie didn't care for carol-singing: unlike his father, he couldn't hold a note to save his life. But he dutifully accompanied his family on the occasion of the first Yule Festival after the war, mainly because of the memorial service for the people who'd died, including, of course, his brother. Diagon Alley was crowded, and Charlie took the time to chat with people he hadn't seen in a long time – like Oliver Wood, for instance. The boy who used to gawk at Charlie at Hogwarts was himself looking quite good. Unfortunately, though, the admiration Oliver had for his captain turned out to be just boyish hero-worship, because this older and much better-looking Oliver was straight as an arrow. Pity, that.
He was musing how unfair it was that a hunk like Oliver should be wasted on a bunch of clueless women, when he sensed that he was being observed. He glanced round and saw two grey eyes staring at him. They dominated a pale face with a pointed chin, and detracted from the slightly receding hairline above the fair brows.
Draco Malfoy. Charlie's brother's nemesis, the son of one of his father's worst enemies. But extremely fuckable and, apparently, not as woefully straight as Wood. Suddenly, carol-singing seemed much more interesting.
As the throng of people marched through Diagon Alley, singing "God Rest Ye, Merry Gentlemen," Charlie made his way closer to Draco, who was walking behind his parents and every now and then glancing back at him.
The crowd pressed together near a stage at the end of Diagon Alley where some of the soloists would sing and, in the excitement, nobody noticed that Draco and Charlie had left the group. They took advantage of the darkness and found a nice nook right at the entrance of Knockturn Alley, where Charlie got palpable proof that Draco definitely was not as straight as Oliver Wood. Actually, he was not straight at all, to Charlie's delight.
After that night they met sporadically for sessions of hot sex. In the new order of things, Draco didn't mind the least that Charlie was a Weasley. In fact, judging from the sounds he made, he was quite happy about it. He and Charlie saw each other every six to eight weeks, in Romania, London, and places in-between. But they always
met up on the night of the Yule festival.
Which was the reason that Charlie had made sure he got some sleep before the festivities began. Over the past few years, Draco had become much more experienced – and demanding. ***
As usual, they didn't even acknowledge each other's presence, but, as soon as Lucius and Arthur took their place on stage, to a standing ovation, Charlie and Draco left for their secret spot. They quickly cast a Warming Shield around them and, in no more than a minute or two, Draco's cock was inside Charlie's mouth and he was making those mewling noises that sent a tingling down Charlie's spine.***
Neville applauded politely when Lucius and Arthur finished their number. He was feeling a little strange this year, since it was the first one without his Gran. She had passed away peacefully in her sleep at the beginning of the year, and he was frequently at odds with this new life in which nobody told him what to do.
The Yule Festival was one of those things he didn't care for: he was not really convinced that all the former Death Eaters had repented. Besides, despite being hailed as one of the heroes of the war, he remained a shy person, and the attention he received at the festivities made him uneasy. So, as soon as he felt it was polite, he grabbed a tankard of eggnog and drifted away from the crowd that was bellowing traditional carols. He wandered round alone for a while until he reached the point where Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley merged. He hoped that he would find a secluded corner where he could sip his drink in peace and wait for the end of the festival so he could go home.
Knockturn Alley was deserted, as even its usual shady denizens were singing at the top of their lungs. He took the opportunity to glance in one of the dark windows, where he could just make out what looked like a pair of thumbscrews, flanked by a desiccated hand. He wrinkled his nose in disgust, but fortunately, he was distracted by the sound of a cat mewling pitifully, as if in hunger or pain. Neville took a swig of his eggnog and decided that, as it was Christmas and all, he’d better go and find the poor animal and see if he could do anything to help. He took a few steps in the direction of the noise, tiptoeing so as not to scare the cat, but he dropped the tankard when he saw the scene in front of him.
Both Charlie and Draco looked round to see where the sound of shattering glass was coming from, but they didn't stop what they were doing: Charlie was fucking Draco hard and Draco was pushing back against Charlie, making those contented noises that had fooled Neville.
Even as he pushed ever more fiercely against Charlie, Draco found the composure to sneer. "Longbottom! Fancy seeing you here. Like what you see?"
It was impossible for Neville to deny that he, in fact, loved what he was seeing. To start with, he was sure that his sudden erection was visible even in the semi-darkness. And his hand, which obviously had a mind of its own, was trying hard to get inside his waistband.
Charlie muttered something in Draco's ear and, when the latter nodded, said in a slightly breathless voice, "Want to join us, Neville? It is
the season to be jolly, after all."
It was an unexpected invitation, but one that Neville knew he wouldn't be able to resist. He took long steps towards the two men, who had stopped moving, Charlie's cock still deep inside Draco. One of the two – Neville didn't know or care which – waved his hand, and Neville's felt his trousers and pants puddle around his ankles. He was engulfed in warmth, a simple but effective charm that explained how the two men could be standing naked in the freezing December night. Stepping out of his clothes, Neville stood there, also naked from the waist down, waiting for further directions.
"What do you prefer, Longbottom?" Draco drawled. "I can fuck your mouth or your arse. Choose."
Both choices sounded enticing and, while Neville was pondering, Charlie, obviously impatient to put the show back on the road, decided for him. "Draco sandwich." He licked his lover's ear. "I fuck you and you fuck him."
Happy with the decision, Neville braced himself in the space against the wall previously occupied by Draco and, feeling the Lubricating Spell ooze inside him, opened himself up for Draco.
It was a bit awkward at first, but they found a rhythm that worked quite well. Draco kept mewling, Charlie gave the occasional grunt, and Neville couldn’t help moaning from time to time. The noise they were making almost drowned out the sound of the carolers, who were singing their hearts out not too far away. But the three men could still hear the opening line of the next carol, as the singers began at the top of their voices.
"O come, all ye-"
And so they did, as one: former Gryffindors and Slytherin alike, in the true spirit of the season.