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Shared Experiences [NC17] (RL/SS; LM/NM; DM)
Title:

Shared Experiences

Author: bonfoi
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape; Draco Malfoy/his hand; Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Malfoy
Summary: Let's just say 'make love, not war' is going to take on a whole new meaning.
Challenge: hp_may_madness’s Kink 10: Sex Toys | Prompt: Swimwear | Weekly Prompt: Guilty Pleasures
Word Count: 1,811
Genre: Alternate Universe; Missing Scenes; PWP; Grey!fic
Warnings: Grey!Remus; Grey!Severus; Wanking; Sex Magic; Voyeurism; Het; Orgasm Delay
A/N: Someone cuts my phone line, real life gets in the way, and horrendous headaches...yeah, I'm trying to catch up.

The House of Strangers collection
1 ~ A Special Reward
2 ~ Gifted | 3 ~ Focus
4 ~ Escape | 5 ~ Guarding His Bone | 6 ~ A Taste
7 ~ Impressions | 8 ~ Hunting Before the Moon | 9 ~ Unexpected Gifts
10 ~ Shared Experiences | 11 ~ For the Greater Good

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Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter, its characters and settings are the copyrighted works of J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros., her publishing companies and affiliates. No profit was made from the writing of this story nor was any malice intended in any way, shape or form to the author or the actors/actresses who so brilliantly have brought them to life.

This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.

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Aunt Bellatrix in a swimsuit. The Dark...Beetle in the most tasteless of pinafores. Hermione Granger in Mother's bluest robes. Harry Potter in nothing... Draco bit his lip and exploded across his hand and stomach.

If the sounds from his private library were anything to go by, Severus and the werewolf were still going at it. Draco just wished their bloody, damned combined magicks weren't making him go at it with them! He winced as his cock rose valiantly once more. "Oh, bloody Morgana! I'm too young to wank myself to death," he moaned as he began tugging left-handed, trying to prolong the exquisite pain, and rest his wand hand.

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Lucius rolled over in his bed, surprised to find himself against a curvaceous, warm body. He slowly opened his eyes and saw blonde hair. He breathed out gently and murmured, "My love."

The smile that greeted him was followed by a flurry of kisses. "Lucius..."

"How did you get here, Narcissa?" he asked after he caught his breath. Lucius found himself on his back, his wife's deliciously naked body draped over his. "I thought you were in Oxford, with my cousins."

Narcissa smiled against Lucius' lips. "It seems Severus' house-elf, the one called Brand, was told to bring me here." She wriggled over Lucius' stomach, her legs coming to rest on either side of his hips. "Severus and his...the werewolf..." she licked her lips, eyes suspiciously, "they told me you and Draco were well out of the Dark, ah, Beetle's grasp." She giggled at Lucius' sceptical look and proceeded to kiss it away. When she'd bemused him again, Narcissa resumed her story. "It seems that Severus is collecting those he holds dear."

Lucius rolled over, pinning Narcissa beneath him with a low growl. "You're telling me Severus and Lupin saved you?" He ground down and Narcissa's face flushing, her lips parting in delighted gasps. Lucius leaned back until he was ready to please her even more. "Shall we celebrate our freedom, my love?" He let gravity pull him down and Narcissa rolled her hips, and suddenly there was a faint golden haze floating around them.

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Great Aunt Helga leaned back on the sumptuous bed of her boudoir painting, her fingers still entwined with Phineas Nigellus'. "Dear Merlin, Fin, I would never have expected such powerful magic from such a slight wizard as my nephew..." She gasped when Phineas Nigellus slid his hand to the apex of her legs.

"My dear lady, we Slytherins are full of surprises," he said with a smirk. Then he followed his hand and Helga was soon shouting his praises to the other portraits and any other listening beings.

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Severus bit his lip and raised his legs to his chest.

"This will feel cool for a few moments," Remus said with a throaty purr. He gently pushed a butt plug into Severus, the generous lube squeezing out as it was seated. They both held their breaths until Remus brought both hands up to cradle Severus' face and kiss him.

"Do you think this will satisfy the magic for a few hours?" Remus finally asked. They were both sweaty and decorated with love-bites, long scratches on their flanks and thighs.

"If what I know of sex magic is correct, we—you and I—need to refrain from deep sexual gratification." Severus moaned when their cocks rubbed together. "Merlin knows I want you in the most terrible of ways..." he rubbed his arse against the carpeted floor, the butt plug setting off sparks behind his eyelids. "This is going to be the hardest thing I've ever done," he bit out.

Remus laughed; it had a hysterical edge. "Hard?!" he queried with a feral glint in his eye. "I could bloody well pound a rail spike through granite, I'm so fucking hard." Remus shook as he touched the ring encircling the base of his cock and his bollocks. He howled as it tightened.

They rolled away from each other, the cloud of their magic thinning. Severus turned his head and saw Bo Peep wave at them, her frilly knickers caught in the hook of her crook, Little Boy Blue's horn wearing one leg of his trousers as he crawled out of the frame. "I've been waiting for you blokes for a bloody long time, Severus Snape! Merlin bless you!" she called out. Then she flopped back into the tall grass of the landscape and a soft snore emanated from it.

"It seems we've been affecting everyone in the House of Strangers." Remus pulled himself up by one of the overturned chairs until he was kneeling and then pushed himself up the rest of the way. "I never thought I'd say it, but by Merlin's tatty drawers, I think I'm buggered out." He gave a weak chuckle.

"Speak for yourself, Lupin," Severus drawled as he crawled over to the sofa, the only piece of furniture in his private library that hadn't been mussed or broken by their vigorous love-making. He dragged himself up onto the cushions with a sigh. "After the Dark Beetle's demise—and how you came up with that appellation I dare not hazard a guess—you and I are going to shag like demented bunnies and show the world just how powerful 'making love, not war' can be." He turned his head and smirked at Remus' gobsmacked face. "Well, why shouldn't we? Can't let the young have all the fun, can we?"

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Voldemort hissed in pain. He could barely feel Severus or Lucius, and his hold on young Malfoy had disappeared completely.

"Bella!" he roared. Nagini slithered away to hide someplace, her dry skin crackling over the broken flagstones of their latest hide-out.

"My lord," Bellatrix sang out as she fell gracelessly to her knees in front of him.

"Give me your arm, Bella." She put it out, happily baring the Dark Mark. The Dark Lord touched the tip of his wand to the mark and began chanting in Parseltongue. The Dark Mark glowed a sickly green and Bellatrix quivered under the onslaught of Dark Magic.

"Go!" he ordered and dropped her arm abruptly. Bellatrix had to crawl for several yards before she could get to her feet. A streak of white had appeared at her right temple.

"Can I maim someone for my Dark Lord?" she asked in her little girl voice. Pettigrew transformed himself into Wormtail and scurried away. "I can find a Muggle and see how much it takes to turn them into jelly, if you want."

"Get away from me!" Voldemort shouted. Bellatrix jerked back as if a giant hand were tugging her out by the hair and then the thick oak door slammed shut on her wails.

"Morsmordre!" The Dark Mark blossomed against the ceiling. The serpent twining through the skull and issuing from its mouth was missing part of its body. Voldemort screamed and and several Death Eaters expired at the sound.

Bellatrix just rocked back and forth in the hallway outside her Dark Lord's hall, cradling her arm. Her Dark Mark had a silvery glow to the skull.

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