|springsmutfairy (springsmutfairy) wrote in hp_springsmut,|
@ 2009-03-11 16:00:00
|Entry tags:||albus severus/scorpius, albus severus/scorpius/harry, fic, slash, threesome|
Happy Springsmut, snarkyscorp!
Title: Second To One
Pairing(s): Albus Severus/Scorpius, Harry/Albus Severus/Scorpius, past Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: In which Al wants Scorpius, Scorpius wants Harry, Harry wants Draco, and Draco wants nothing to do with it.
Warnings: Cross-gen, underage, light incest, dubious consent, manipulation, threesome, voyeurism, mild d/s, rough sex, dirty talk, angst, porn without much plot … I'm sure I'm forgetting a few …
Word Count: 4,700
Author's Notes: Wow, this was a tough one to write - many, many thanks to my betas for helping me whip it into shape. I couldn’t have done it without you, ladies. And thanks so much to the mods for giving me the extra time necessary to do so. snarkyscorp, I had a great time writing for you; I hope I’ve managed to hit a few of your kinks. :D
The knock on Harry's door wasn't unprecedented, even at such a late hour. With a new batch of curious first-years arriving each autumn, eager for stories about the war - and the family members they'd lost to it - plus three teenagers of his own enrolled at the school, it was a wonder he ever got any sleep.
It was, however, the first time his son's boyfriend had paid him a late-night visit. Any sort of visit, for that matter. The closest Scorpius ever came to meeting with him was waiting at the back of the classroom while Harry and Al chatted. Harry did his best to include Scorpius in the conversations, but he always seemed nervous and got flustered when Harry asked him a question. Harry tried not to wonder what Draco was saying about him at home.
"Scorpius?" Harry asked the boy, whose blond head was poking through the doorway. "What's wrong? Where's Al?"
"He's right here," Scorpius pushed the door open to reveal Al standing close behind him, a twitchy smile on his face. "May we come in?" Al muttered something that Harry couldn't hear. Scorpius grinned in response, but shushed him. "Not yet."
"Of course," Harry said, clearing the stacks of unmarked essays off his table. "Come in, boys. What can I do for you?"
Al giggled, letting himself be led into the room and directed to the low sofa next to Harry's chair.
"Scorpius wants to ask you a question," Al said as soon as he was seated. "About sex."
"What? S'true, isn't it?" Al frowned at Scorpius. "You said we had t'see my dad first, even though Lizzie Baddock told me what to do weeks ago."
"What are you talking about?" Harry moved so he could get a better look at Al; when Al looked back, Harry could see the green of his eyes was barely visible around his dilated pupils. "Are you drunk?"
"Nooo." Al said. "Um. Maybe."
"You- You're fifteen! What are you doing drinking?"
Scorpius cleared his throat. "We were, ah, celebrating after the Quidditch match, and one of the older boys had some Firewhiskey. He may have hit the bottle a little, uh, hard." At Scorpius' last word, Al collapsed against him, hands clapped over his mouth and shoulders shaking with repressed laughter.
"All right." Harry stood and pulled Al to his feet. "That's enough for tonight. Scorpius, put him in bed. I want to see both of you, and the kid with the liquor, in my office after breakfast."
Al squirmed in his grip. "I don't want to!" He twisted around to scowl at Scorpius. "You said he was going to help!"
Harry's hands clenched at his sides. For goodness' sake, he wasn't supposed to have to deal with pushy boyfriends for a few years yet, when some kid worked up the courage to ask out Harry Potter's daughter. No one had warned him about the day when his son would show up at midnight, drunk and demanding The Talk so he could consummate his relationship right now.
"I will help you," Harry said. "For one thing," he glared at Scorpius, who would not be coming round for dinner any time soon, "I'll tell you you're too young to be sexually active-"
"Just 'cause you didn't get laid at school," Al muttered.
"Watch it." Harry said sharply. Al's shoulders slumped, but he didn't say anything else. "And you can't make this sort of decision when you're drunk anyway. You'll end up doing something you don't really want to do."
"But I do want to!" Al insisted. "Scorp, tell him how many times I've wanted to, and you said we had to wait."
Perhaps Scorpius could come for dinner after all. It was a shame Al wasn't going to be allowed out of his room for the next hundred years.
"Professor-" Scorpius started to say, but Harry cut him off with a warning look.
"Scorpius, don't. I'll deal with you tomorrow." Malfoys. They were clearly fated to be the bane of his existence.
Harry laid his hands on Al's shoulders. "Al, listen to me. This is a bad idea-"
"Just listen." Harry took a deep breath. He couldn't believe he was having this conversation. He'd never thought he'd need to have this conversation, much less in his son's fifth year. But there was nothing for it. If Al was so determined, there were a few things he needed to know, and Merlin help them all if Al acted on what he'd heard from the Baddock girl. "Even if you were absolutely sure this was what you wanted, it still wouldn't be a good idea. All that alcohol- it stops you feeling pain. And pain is your body's way of telling you when to stop. You need to be able to feel it."
Harry pushed back the memories trying to resurface and waited for some indication that Al understood what he'd said.
"See Al," Scorpius said, crossing his arms over his chest. "I told you he was the right person to ask."
"What?" Harry released Al's shoulders and turned to Scorpius, who looked far too satisfied with himself for Harry's comfort. "Why would you think that?"
Scorpius shrugged. "You'd be surprised what you can learn, going through your father's old things." His eyes flickered to the back of Al's head for the briefest of moments, then returned to lock with Harry's. "Or maybe you wouldn't."
It felt like someone had just dropped a stone on Harry's chest, forcing the air from his lungs and preventing him from refilling them. It's not true, he told himself. It couldn't be true. Draco would never leave something like that lying around. "I don't-"
"Is it going to hurt?" Al interrupted. Harry could see his own reflection in Al's blown out pupils. "I don't want it to hurt."
Harry wanted to wrap his arms around his son and say no, nothing was ever going to hurt him so long as Harry could stop it- but Scorpius got there first.
"Of course it's not," Scorpius said, pressing close behind Al. "Your dad wouldn't let that happen to you." He rested his chin on Al's shoulder and his hands on Al's stomach - only an arm's length from Harry's belt. "Would he?"
In Harry's five years teaching Scorpius, the boy had never looked so much like his father as he did now. Gone was the nervous energy - in its place was a familiar stony determination. Heat flared in Harry's chest.
"Never," he said, returning Scorpius' heavy stare. They were nearly of a height; Scorpius was going to be tall, just like his dad.
"Good." Scorpius’ mouth curled into a smile. "Al, get undressed."
Al's fingers moved to the collar of his shirt and began unfastening the buttons without hesitation.
"Wait," Harry said, taking a step back. This was a bad idea gone worse, and it was too hot to think, what with his son undressing inches away from him and Scorpius just beyond that, watching Harry weigh his options.
"It's okay, dad," Al said, stripping off the button-down and letting it fall to the floor. "I don't want to make a mess." He undid his belt quickly, obediently.
Harry froze. "What did you do to him?" he asked Scorpius. "Is it a spell?"
Scorpius laughed. "No, nothing like that." He nudged Al's hands, which had paused at the button on his trousers. "Keep going." Al continued, dropping down to remove his shoes and socks. "It's just a little something to take the edge off. And make sure that tomorrow, this all seems like a strange dream." Al had succeeded in shedding everything but his boxers and tee shirt and stood between them again, letting Scorpius support his weight. "He doesn't have to remember any of this," Scorpius said, combing his fingers through Al's hair.
Harry licked his dry lips with his dryer tongue. "And if he does?"
"We all make bad decisions from time to time, don't we?" Al gasped; Scorpius had one of Al's curls wrapped tightly around his fingers. "I'm sure he'd understand."
Al's face relaxed as Scorpius eased his hold. He looked spacey, confounded - like he had no idea what was happening. And he wouldn't have to, wouldn't have to know anything …
"What do you want me to do?"
Something sparked behind Scorpius' eyes. "Nothing yet." He ran his fingers down Al's sides, tucking them under the bottom of Al's tee shirt. "You can sit back and watch, for now." Al raised his arms and let Scorpius lift his shirt over his head, leaving him all but naked, standing between his father and his boyfriend.
Harry had seen Al naked before, of course, but it had been years since Al had needed help getting the bathwater to just the right temperature. Seeing him now, Al looked both younger and older than Harry would have imagined: he had light muscle where there had once been baby fat, a line of dark hair trailing down from his belly button, and yet a gawkishness that said he had a good deal of growing left to do.
"I have no interest in watching this," Harry said thickly.
"No?" Scorpius hooked his thumbs into the elastic band of Al's boxers and slid them down, revealing first Al's hips, then the tops of his thighs, then the patch of dark hair just over his groin …
Harry was surprised to find himself holding his breath.
"Go on and look away," Scorpius said. "Whenever you want to."
There was no where else to look; the rest of the room had ceased to exist. It was all down to Scorpius' careful fingers and the last of Al's clothing - and the piece of his son's anatomy that he had never before wanted to see.
But he was seeing it now, and it wasn't as unwelcome a sight as he would have imagined: Al, nude, hard, and eager. Innocence radiated from him - innocence he was about to leave behind forever, right here in Harry’s living room.
Al laughed, breaking the silence - Scorpius was trailing his fingers over the tops of Al's thighs. "Tickles," Al said sheepishly.
"Shush," Scorpius told him. Al's face fell - Harry glared at Scorpius, but the boy took no notice. He moved his hands to hold Al by the waist. "What do you think?" Scorpius asked Harry. He let the question hang in the air for a moment before continuing, "How should we do this?"
"Do-" Both boys stared at him, awaiting instructions. "If he's-" The dryness on Harry's tongue had spread down his throat and it hurt to swallow. "He should be on his knees."
Scorpius smiled. "You heard your dad," he said, his mouth next to Al's ear. "On your knees. On the sofa." He followed Al into position, kneeling behind him, then looked up at Harry. "You'll want to sit down too."
Harry stumbled back into his chair. That was good - there was some distance, now, between him and the two boys pressed close together on his sofa. He didn't feel so much like part of the act.
"Are you going to get undressed?" Harry asked Scorpius.
Well. So much for not being part of the act.
Scorpius sat back on his heels. "Would you like me to?"
Harry wasn't sure what to say, because the answer was no - and yet, somehow, it was also yes.
Scorpius didn't wait for Harry to respond. He began shedding his clothes, barely breaking eye contact as he removed each piece and tossed it aside.
Harry glanced at Al - what if whatever Scorpius had given him wore off? Would he object to his boyfriend undressing in front of his father, potion or no? But Al's attention was fixed on Scorpius, who, for all Harry knew, might be getting naked in front of Al for the first time. Some sort of sick satisfaction curled in Harry's stomach at the thought.
It curled even tighter when Scorpius kicked aside his pants and stretched to his full height, standing motionless as Harry took him in.
Just like his dad, Harry wanted to think, but it wasn't true, never mind that Scorpius was the very image of his father. Draco would never have stripped off in a well-lit room just so Harry could have his fill of looking at him. No, Draco was all dark corners and dilapidated buildings, scabbed knees and hasty exits. Harry should have known it was never going to last.
"Better?" Scorpius asked. Harry nodded. "Good." He moved back into place behind Al, who moaned when Scorpius kissed the back of his neck.
Scorpius laughed softly. "I think your son's getting anxious, Professor." He licked Al's neck, earning another moan. "Shouldn't keep him waiting, should we?"
Harry shook his head. Waiting never had been one of his strengths, especially when his cock was hard and pushing against his trousers. Would it be so wrong, he wondered, to unzip his fly and let his erection spring free, so he wouldn't be left out of the action? He had a feeling the show was about to get very, very good.
Wait. What was he thinking? Of course it would be wrong. This was his son, and Draco's son, for god's sake, and they were fifteen - there was nothing about the situation that wasn't wrong. But damn if Scorpius didn't bring up that same feeling he'd always had around Draco - like Harry wanted nothing more than to shove him up against the wall and shag him raw, or force him to the ground and fuck his pretty mouth-
Harry blinked. "What?"
"I think Al might die if we don't let him come soon." Scorpius said. He cupped one hand under Al's balls for emphasis, and Al groaned with need.
"What?" Harry couldn't touch himself while watching them, he just couldn't, no matter how many times Al whined his name like that. "What do you want from me?"
"Tell me what to do," Scorpius said. "I'd hate to get it wrong, you know." His hand tightened around Al's balls, drawing first a gasp, then a pained cry.
"You've really never done this?" Even if he hadn't, Harry was tempted to let him go on - the noises Al was making under his hands …
"Of course not." One more squeeze of Scorpius' hand, one more soft cry from Al's mouth. "What do you think we get up to at the Manor?"
Oh, fuck - Harry'd never thought of that, but now it was in his head he couldn't stop thinking it: Draco and Scorpius, up against each other like some sort of warped mirror image, making use of the bed, the floor, the dining table… the oversized chair in Draco's study, waist high, perfect for bending over…
"Hmm," Scorpius said. "I'm sure you find the notion very appealing, but it's just not so." Al was squirming in place, though Harry couldn't tell if he was trying to get more or less of Scorpius' harsh touch. Scorpius kissed the back of his neck again. "Now, are you going to teach me how to fuck your son, or not?"
Harry's breath rumbled in his chest. The kid had no idea who he was talking to. "Bend him over," he growled.
Scorpius did as he said immediately, flattening one hand on Al's back and pushing him onto his hands and knees. Al gasped and struggled slightly, but Scorpius held him in place. "What next?"
"Put your fingers in his mouth," Harry said. "Get them wet."
Scorpius raised his fingers to Al's face. "Like he said," he whispered into Al's ear. "Lick them."
Leaning forward, Al took Scorpius' fingers into his mouth. Harry could hear him gagging as he tried to suck them all the way in, coating them with as much saliva as he could work up.
"More," Harry said breathlessly, watching Al's tongue slide between Scorpius' long fingers. "Get them dripping."
It was a wonder Harry could hear anything over Al's moaning and slurping, but Scorpius' smoky voice still reached his ears. "Listen to him," he was telling Al, who could only suck harder in response. "So I can fuck you right."
Harry tried not to come on the spot. How the two boys were holding out, he had no idea. He was half a second away from sticking his hands down his pants, and he wasn't fifteen years old. "Stop," he croaked out. "That's enough."
Scorpius let his fingers fall from Al's glistening mouth, a string of spit still connecting them to Al's lips.
"Inside him. One at a time." The boys' eyes widened. "Open him up."
Scorpius looked down at his hand, the first hint of nerves Harry had seen him display all night. "Will it be enough?" he asked.
Harry nodded. "For now."
Scorpius positioned his hand behind Al's arse, but before he could push in the first finger, Al turned around. "Scorp?" he said in a shaky voice.
"Al, turn around and don't move," Harry said. He motioned to Scorpius. "Do it before they go dry."
Though his view was obstructed by Al's body, Harry could tell the exact moment Scorpius breached Al's arsehole just from the look on Al's face. "Hold on," Harry told Scorpius, who was staring open-mouthed at his hand. "Let him get used to it."
When the grimace on Al's face softened, Harry gave Scorpius the go-ahead. "One more, now. Twist them around a bit."
Al gasped, but it didn't sound like he was in pain. Just nervous. Harry watched as the tension melted away from his shoulders - slowly, as slow as the semi-circles Scorpius' wrist was making.
"Oh god," Al said in a very small voice. "Oh god, oh god…" He ducked his head, but he couldn't hide the bucking of his hips.
"I think he's ready for a third," Harry said, and Al groaned. The noise took on a high, desperate pitch when Scorpius' next finger slid in.
"Ow," Al said under his breath. Harry could just see the lines on his face where his eyes were squeezed shut. "Ow, ow, oh fuck, god, yes …"
"Stop." Harry raised his arm and Summoned a pot of lube from his own bedside table. He tossed it to Scorpius, who caught it easily with his free hand, like a Seeker on the pitch. Another trait he'd inherited from his father, then. If he didn't know better, he'd think Draco had cloned himself, just for the joy of torturing Harry from another generation.
"Slick up. Use a good amount." A shiver went through Al's body, but he didn't move, not even when Scorpius set the pot on the table and held him by the hips.
"Ready?" Scorpius asked him softly.
"Yes, yes," Al said, pushing back towards Scorpius' cock.
"Al, I told you to be still," Harry snapped.
Al's head popped up. "Dad, please, I can't-"
Al whined, but obeyed. Harry caught sight of Al's swollen cock and a hot flash went through his body - it wasn't going to take more than a half dozen strokes for either of them to come.
"Scorpius." The blond boy looked up at him, face flushed with heady arousal. "Guide it in. Go slowly. Let him get used to it." Scorpius nodded and began to move his hips forward - and stopped almost immediately.
"Oh wow," he said. "Oh my fucking lord. Fuck, Al."
"Scorpius…" Al looked back over his shoulder and Scorpius leant forward to meet him, crashing their mouths together. Once they were deep in a hungry kiss, Scorpius increased his grip on Al's hips and thrust forward, entering Al's body all in one go.
Al screamed, but it was muffled by Scorpius' mouth. Harry jumped up as the sound of pain - and not the pleasurable sort - spilled out of his son's mouth.
"Damnit, Scorpius, I said go slowly!"
Scorpius ripped his mouth away from Al's, eyes flashing. "Are you going to fuck me or not?"
Harry almost fell back into the chair. "What?"
"I said, are you going to fuck me?"
Harry didn't need to be asked again. He tore off his clothing, stalked over to the sofa, and took a handful of Scorpius' fine blond hair. "Is that what you wanted?" Tears filled Scorpius' eyes as Harry pulled his head back by his hair. "Is that why you came here?"
Scorpius tried to nod, but his head could barely move in Harry's grip. "Yes, yes, please."
Harry shoved him forward so his chest lined up with Al's heaving back, bent double over the sofa. "Of course it fucking is. Just like your father, sodding manipulative prick. Don't move," he said when Scorpius tried to look back at him. He grabbed the pot from where Scorpius had left it on the table, slicked himself up, and knelt behind him.
"Didn't help you, did it?" Harry said roughly. "All that preparation." He lined up his cock with Scorpius' hole - from this angle, there was no difference between him and Draco. And Scorpius was going to get it just as rough. "I hope you learned something tonight." With that, he bore down on Scorpius' body, forcing himself inside.
"Ahh!" Scorpius yelled, burying his face in Al's neck. Al, trapped beneath both of them, echoed Scorpius' cry.
Harry waited a moment, just a moment, to relish that tight, pulsing heat around his cock, and then he started fucking Scorpius at speed. It didn't even matter that Al was underneath, receiving the same treatment. He wasn't going to remember this anyway. Only he and Scorpius would keep this memory - Scorpius, who wasn't quite Draco but who was far, far better than nothing. He might even agree to a few of the things Draco had always refused, if Harry asked in just the right way.
Judging by the way Scorpius kept moving to meet his thrusts, and the needy timbre to his cries, Harry guessed he might not be so hard to convince.
"Touch him," Harry whispered to Scorpius. "He needs you to. Just like you'd need me to, if you weren't fucking him." Scorpius groaned; when his fumbling hand found its way to Al's cock, so did Al.
They weren't going to last much longer: Al was moaning and whimpering Scorpius' name, Scorpius' hips were thrusting roughly into Al's arse, and Harry could feel that almost-numb tingle in his legs. He reached forward to grab Scorpius' waist, but the boys were both so thin he went right past and grabbed Al's by mistake.
"This is what you wanted," he growled, and dug his teeth into Scorpius' shoulder.
"Yes," Scorpius gasped. "Yes, yes, yes-" His head snapped back and his hips surged forward as he came.
Al sobbed. "No, no, Scorp, come on." He wriggled his body under Scorpius’, but it was no use - Scorpius had gone completely limp.
Harry pushed himself upright. "Up," he said with a tug on Scorpius' arm.
Scorpius blinked hazily at him. "What?"
"I said up." Harry grabbed the ends of Scorpius' hair and pulled, ignoring the kid's protests. "Al, turn over."
Al did as he was told, moving until he was on his back, his straining erection pointed straight at Scorpius' chest.
"Finish him off," Harry said, guiding Scorpius' head towards Al's cock. Al's hips began bucking as soon as Scorpius took his cock in his mouth. Once they'd established a rhythm, Harry's hips did the same.
"Mmm!" Scorpius complained as Harry fucked him, but Harry held him in place with one hand on the back of his neck.
"You asked me to teach you," Harry said. The tingle spread up his legs, past his knees … any second now … "I'll teach you. I'll show you." One more vicious thrust, one that had Scorpius screaming around Al's cock, and then Harry was coming, and so was Al, filling Scorpius from either end.
Al had fallen asleep nearly as soon as he came, curled into a tiny ball on the sofa. Harry went to his room in search of some clothes that weren't soaked with sweat and pre-come. When he returned, Scorpius was dressed and seated awkwardly in Harry's armchair.
"I should Obliviate you, you know," Harry said.
Scorpius's head shot up in surprise. "Are you going to?"
Harry frowned. He could tell from the look of panic on Scorpius' face that he didn't want Harry to Obliviate him, but what Scorpius wanted was not his primary concern. "I don't know." he said finally. "Are you going to tell him?"
"Who?" Scorpius' forehead creased. "Al, or my dad?"
Harry's stomach clenched. He hadn't even considered that Scorpius might tell Draco what they'd done. "Either," Harry said. "Both."
Scorpius squirmed so most of his weight was on his right hip. "No," he said, looking at the floor. "I like Al. And my dad's-" He stopped, and glanced up at Harry. "I don't think he's so mad at you, anymore."
Harry turned that answer over in his mind a few times. He covered Al with a blanket, then sat at the opposite end of the sofa. "Then what was this about?" he asked, trying not to sound too angry. "Revenge? Jealousy? Bragging rights?"
Scorpius shrugged and pulled his legs into his chest. "I don't know, I didn't want- I just wanted you." He looked so heartbroken Harry was tempted to take him in his arms and hold him until the pain went away. "I mean, it's not like I was going to do anything about it. I knew it was a stupid crush. But then I found that letter you wrote him, and …"
Harry dropped his head into his hands. God, that letter. That damned letter, with all of Harry's apologies and desperate promises, if only Draco would reconsider … He'd known what kind of weapon he was placing into Draco's hands, but had never doubted that it was worth the risk. Of course, he hadn't expected Draco's son would use it against him, fifteen years later.
Still, if Scorpius had found the letter, that meant Draco still had it - that had to mean something.
"… And you got upset, and thought you'd take it out on me?" Harry didn't know exactly what had gone through Scorpius' mind, reading all that, but he could guess.
Scorpius nodded. Misery was painted all over his face. "I'm sorry."
Harry sighed. What was he supposed to do now? "I could erase the memories, if you like. All of them, including when you found the letter."
For a moment, it looked like Scorpius was going to say yes. But he shook his head. "No. I want to remember." He gave Harry a small smile. "Besides, I'd probably just go through my dad's desk again, anyway."
Wearily, Harry returned the smile. "You can't tell anyone," he said. "You know that, don't you?" Scorpius nodded again. "And you're sure Al won't remember anything?"
"I'm sure," Scorpius said. "Not a thing. I'll tell him he drank too much and passed out early."
Harry frowned. "I can't say I'm happy about you boys drinking so much."
The evil gleam from earlier reappeared in Scorpius' eye. He sniggered. "'Cause you've never done anything wrong before. Like, twenty minutes ago."
The gleam disappeared as Harry rushed to stand over Scorpius' chair and wrapped his hand around Scorpius' neck. "We don't discuss this," he said. "Bring it up again, and I'll Obliviate you on the spot. Understood?"
"Yes," Scorpius breathed. "I won't. I'm sorry."
"Good," Harry said, then bent to place a gentle kiss on Scorpius' lips. When he pulled away, Scorpius' eyes were glassy. "Go on, get out of here. And take Al with you. I'll see you in class."
With that, Harry stood and walked out of the room. As he set the wards on the door to his empty bedroom, he could hear Scorpius’ voice, nearly inaudible as he tried to rouse Al from his sleep.