Title: Safe
Author: tryslora
Characters/Pairings: Scorpius/LilyLuna/AlbusSeverus
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Chosen: incest, maieusophilia
Other Warnings:
Word Count: 2,923 words
Summary/Description: Albus has been gone for five years, and when he finally comes home, he's not sure how to fit back into a life where his sister has married his best friend and is heavily pregnant with their child.
Author's Notes: Gah, the themes for this month! I cheered for incest, and as soon as I saw it paired with the pregnancy kink I knew exactly what I had to write. Thanks go, as always, to my alpha and beta readers.


He stands on the steps wondering whether she knows that he’s coming, whether Scorpius managed to keep the secret or not. His palms are damp; he flexes his fingers, stretching them out, then curling them in tight as he fights to stand still, loose and easy. As if it doesn’t matter.

As if it hasn’t been five years since he last saw her.

As if it doesn’t feel like an entire lifetime of change has happened to both of them.

He can hear her footsteps coming, slow and steady and heavier than he remembers. “Don’t worry, I’ve got it!” she calls out just before the door opens and she stands there, staring at him. “Al?” Her voice is tiny, hope and fear all at once before she launches herself at him. “Al!”

He struggles to hold on, her belly pressing against him, threatening to push him off the step as he wraps his arms around her, burying his face in the fall of hair against her neck. “Hey, Lils,” he murmurs. “Miss me?”

“You arse.” She pulls back and smacks him across the face, swift and light. “You could’ve owled.”

“I did.” He grins at her expression. “And I told Scorpius not to tell. Are you going to let me in the house, or should I sleep on the front lawn as punishment?”

“Don’t tempt me.” She wags her finger in his face, laughing when he opens his mouth and threatens to bite it. Her hand snakes out, capturing the collar of his robes and she pulls him forward. “Get in here.”

He manages to get the door closed with a quick kick before she has him off-balance, stumbling forward so that he has to hold on to her, letting her somehow take his weight despite her pregnant belly. She wraps herself around him, burrowing close as she tilts her head.

The taste of her mouth is like coming home.

For one brief moment, Albus is five years younger and it feels like he’s never been gone. Then her burgeoning belly shifts and moves against him, and something distinctly pokes him in the gut. She makes a noise and he lets her go, looking down between them. “You are…”

“Pregnant.” Her hands settle atop the swell. “Seven months, actually. I would’ve told you, except…”

“They wouldn’t let me take mail while I was still on assignment.” He can’t stop himself from touching her face, the flat of his palm against her cheek. “It’s been miserable, Lils. Haven’t been able to talk to you or James, or even Mum and Dad. The only person I’ve been able to talk to is—”

“Me.” Scorpius leans in the door, his hair longer than Albus remembers the last time they saw each other, the fringe falling across his face. “And I decided that if you wanted to surprise her when you came home, maybe you’d like a surprise of your own. Besides, our Lily wanted to tell you herself, and I promised her I’d try to get you home in time.”

“Which you did, and it’s brilliant. And this… this is brilliant.” Albus goes slowly downwards, sliding his hands over her belly as he crouches in front of her. “I can’t believe it. You’re carrying a bloody baby. You and Scor are going to have a child.”

“Daughter, actually.” Lily’s hand falls on his hair, sifting through the thick strands. “Which has shocked all our parents who fully expected it to be a boy because that’s what Weasley and Malfoy bloodlines do. But no, she’s a girl, likely to be a strong one, I’m thinking, from the way she kicks. We might have to introduce her to that Muggle sport Dad likes.”

“Mm.” He can smell her from here, the wet heat and musk building as she stands there so close to him. “I don’t want to talk about Dad, Lily. I want to be home and I want to be here with you and Scor and I have missed you both so bloody much.”

He means to kiss her belly then, to nuzzle against the shirt stretched taut over the swell of it, but he is hauled backwards, pulled up by Scorpius. Albus goes with it, because while he has seen Scorpius in the last five years, it has always been business. Never a time when he could move in close and capture his best mate’s face in his hands, pulling him in and covering his mouth with his own. “Fuck, Scor,” he whispers, and he feels Scorpius forming words unheard against his mouth. “Five years is too long.”

They’ve moved on without him. He’s heard small stories over the years, the few times when he’s seen Scorpius, when they’ve talked in front of others. Scorpius and Lily were married a few years back, and they’ve been making their life together. Without Albus. There is a part of him that feels awkward now, and a part that just wants to feel like he’s finally home.

Lily presses in against his back, arms around his waist, her hands inside the waistband of his trousers. “Do you have to go back out? Scor, tell me you’re not sending him back out. That he’s home for good.”

“I don’t think he’ll be going anywhere for a while.” Scorpius kisses him again and anything Albus might say to that is lost in the feel of his mouth.

They are both touching him like it hasn’t been any time at all, and he loves it.

“Scorpius?” Lily’s voice is soft and high.

“Bedroom,” is the response, and Albus is only too willing to be herded along with them both.

Clothes are shed along the way, left scattered at the sides of the hall. Albus is trying to look everywhere, to take in the details of the small changes in their bodies. He knows they can see the fresh scars, including the one that made his assignment take an extra six months after he recuperated. Lily’s fingers flutter over it, tracing the silvered lines up his side and over his heart.

“I was so scared,” she whispers. “I thought you were coming home soon, then Scorpius ran out in the middle of the night because of this. When he said you had to stay out longer I was just so glad you were alive.” Her hand trails down, skipping lightly over his abdomen, sliding down the path of dark hair leading straight to his prick. Her gaze locks with his, blunt and open and daring him to say a word as her fingers circle his cock.

It’s wrong. It’s always been wrong, and it will always be wrong, and maybe this curse he took was some sort of karmic payment for all the wrong things he does with his sister, but Merlin help him… Albus can’t resist. He groans softly, hips shifting, fucking into the tight circle of her hand. “Lils…”

“I want him to fuck me, Scor,” she says quietly. “You can fuck him after, or he can fuck you, I don’t care. I just want him first. Please.”

She keeps stroking Albus the entire time that she’s talking, and her eyes are on his, never looking away. He could lose himself in her this way. Scorpius is his best mate, his first lover, but Lily… she’s always been there, like a shadow when they were younger, and he always knew. They somehow came back to this, circling around it when they were teenagers, then finding each other through Scorpius as adults.

He doesn’t want to give it up. And he wants this. He wants it so much. He groans softly and bends his head to capture one of her nipples, puffed and taut, and she whines the second his tongue flicks over the tip.

“You like that, don’t you, baby?” Scorpius laughs, just a little, and Albus feels the way Lily’s stance changes. It’s as if another person slips into her skin, and this isn’t his game usually, but he goes along with it, guessing where Scorpius is going to lead.

“She’s a gorgeous girl,” Albus murmurs, worshipping that one nipple. “Sensitive. Can you make her come just by sucking on her tits?”

“Go on and try, but sometimes she likes a finger up her fanny, too. Bet she’d like your prick inside her.” Scorpius tilts Lily’s head back, nuzzling at her throat. “You want to do that for me, baby? Want to let my friend fuck you? Maybe let him come inside you? He could fill you right up, leave you sloppy for me.”

“I don’t know.” Her voice hesitates, breaks on the words, but her hand is still on his prick, stroking firmly. “Do you really want to?”

It’s the way she looks at him, the way all those years come down to this moment. Her head is tilted, her eyes wide and pupils blown. She’s watched him fuck Scorpius, and he’s watched them together. They’ve done so much, and he’s come on her face, down her throat, all over her tits. He’s fucked Scor while Scor’s fucked her. He’s taken her arse. But he’s never… they’ve never…

And he wants.

There might never be a better moment than taking her now, while she’s swollen with Scorpius’s child. His gaze drops to look at her belly, then flicks back up to meet hers, and she smiles.

Safe, she almost whispers, and he nods.

“I want to. But first I want to lick you.” He guides her back to the bed, helps her sit on the edge while Scorpius sits behind her, giving her something to lean back against. He crouches between her legs, spreading them wide with gentle pressure on her knees, and for a moment he’s content to just watch. To look.

She leans back against Scorpius and he has his hands on her breasts, lifting them as if they are heavier now. He pinches her nipples, tugs them out and she whines; Albus smells her musk in response, but he doesn’t give her what she wants, not yet.

His gaze keeps coming back to her belly, heavy with the weight of her child, bulging out and almost hiding her. Keeping her secret, away from him. He kisses her, laves her skin with his tongue, feeling how taut it is, stretched tight like a drum. He makes his way down slowly, nudging in beneath the bulk to where it is like a warm, wet cave, surrounded by her belly and her thighs. Her scent is stronger than he remembers, and when he strokes her gently with his tongue, her taste is stronger too. He likes it.

He explores slowly, first with his tongue, then with his fingers, feeling how puffy her lips are, as if they’ve swollen as much as her body. He tests to see how sensitive she is, sliding his tongue along her slit, then teasing at her clit. He can feel her shaking, hear how she whines, and he gives her the fingers she is begging for. He strokes into her, testing how tight she seems and how far he can press before she becomes uncomfortable. He has to be careful, he knows. Gentle. He has to take care of her, but then… he would never hurt her unless she asked.

He has three fingers buried in her and she cries out, body arching, pressing towards him when she comes with a fresh flush of sticky liquid. He laps her clean until she is shivering again, moaning please and Scorpius is tugging her back.

He comes to his feet and looks at her, sees the way her gaze drops to his prick; he takes it in hand, stroking along it gently. “All for you, Lils,” he tells her. “All for you.”

“It’s too much if she’s on her back,” Scorpius says quietly. “Either on her knees, or she needs to ride you.”

Albus glances at Lily, questioning, and she grins at him. “Oh, I’m going to ride. And he’s going to suck you off, Scor, before I let him come.” All pretense of being the blushing young girl is gone; Lily is in complete control.

She tugs Albus forward and then pushes him onto the bed, straddling him and pushing down against his crotch. She slides along his length, his cock slipping easily through her folds as her eyes flutter closed. “You have no idea how good that feels,” she murmurs, but he thinks he has an idea. His hands clutch at her thighs because he’s so close and they’ve flirted with it before, but this time… this time all he’d need to do is tilt his hips and she will let him.

“Can you come again like this?” he asks, because it’s torture, but he wants to see it, wants to watch her break apart over him before he plunges into her and loses himself in her softness. “Can you make yourself come?”

She licks her lip, and she nods once, her red hair falling forward. “I want to see you suck Scorpius while I do, okay? No hands… keep your hands just on me. But let him fuck your face, let him come all over you. Do that for me, okay?”

Albus can’t deny her anything, not after five years. He nods his head quickly, then turns it to the side to see Scorpius standing there, reaching for him. Hands close around Albus’s head, holding him still as he opens his mouth wide and takes Scorpius in.

He tries to do something. He licks at the base of Scorpius’s prick, he hollows his cheeks and tries to make his mouth tight and wet. Scorpius cards his fingers through Albus’s hair, whispering endearments that he’s missed so bloody much, and Albus knows he’s just supposed to let go. He’s supposed to let himself be used here, become a part of their pleasure as Lily strokes herself on his cock, her fingers between the lips of her fanny, diddling her clit while Scorpius holds his head and fucks into his mouth. He opens his throat and breathes through his nose, groaning softly because oh fuck they are both so fucking beautiful and this is just what he needs. Their moans come in unison, soft gasps and low groans, then a whining cry from Lily as she breaks apart, shattering over him. She tilts her hips and reaches down, letting him plunge into her as Scorpius pulls out of his mouth and strokes twice before coming over Albus’s lips, face, chest.

He laps up the bitter fluid from his own mouth and digs into Lily’s thighs as his hips cant up, pushing into her. She won’t let him go too far, rolling over him in shallow motions until he’s begging, crying, pleading for release. Her fingernails dig into the skin around his nipples, pinching and poking, and he feels Scor’s fingers at his arse, lightly stroking around the rim of his hole.

He’s close, he’s so close, and he’s afraid that if he comes it will all be over. All of this will be over, because they’ll have gone too far.

He looks up at her, his hands shaking against her skin, and he begs, “Please.”

She stops, just for a moment, and her smile is soft and gentle. “Come inside me, Albus,” she whispers. “I want you to fuck me and fill me up.” Her hips rock slowly, and he can’t help himself; he’s so close, he’s not sure he could stop. He watches her eyes flutter closed, hears the low whine beginning to build. “Fill me,” she whispers. “Please.”

Albus never can resist when his sister begs. His balls tighten and his body shudders as he comes, orgasm rolling through him and leaving him limp and spent, aching and done. He reaches up and pulls Lily to him, helping her roll to her side, her belly propped against his hip bone as he holds her, kissing her lightly, whispering how much he adores her. He feels Scorpius slot into place on his other side, holding on tight.

And he floats, feeling like yes, he has come home.

“We have a guest room,” Lily murmurs.

“I’ll put his things in after I have a bit of a nap,” Scorpius responds, his yawn stretched against Albus’s shoulder.

Guest room. Of course.

Lily pats his chest, painting jism over his skin before she kisses him clean. “It’s for show.” A lap of her tongue circles his nipple. “Because why wouldn’t you stay with your sister? You can help us with the baby when it arrives. You don’t need to get a place of your own.” She lifts her gaze to meet his, wary and worried. “Unless you want to.”

“I want…” Albus tries to wrestle the words because this is all he has ever wanted. This is what kept him sane through a five year assignment that kept him locked away from his family, hoping that he had this to come back to. “I want you. Both of you.”

“If we’re done affirming that yes, Albus wants to fuck you, and yes, you want him to do that, can we sleep now?” Scorpius mutters petulantly. “Because I’m pretty sure we knew that a long time ago. We’re keeping him, all right, Lils? Set and done.”

Lily reaches across Albus to slap Scorpius softly, and Scorpius catches her hand, sucking her fingers before kissing the tips. Then Albus is caught between them and he’s warm, and comfortable, and he’s safe. He’s home. And it feels good.