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Entry tags: | albus severus/scorpius, draco/scorpius, fic, harry/draco/scorpius, harry/scorpius, het, scorpius/ginny, scorpius/lily, slash, threesome |
Happy springsmut, marguerite_26!
Author: snarkyscorp
Recipient: marguerite_26
Title: What He Wants
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Draco/Scorpius, Harry/Scorpius, Harry/Draco/Scorpius, Scorpius/Albus, Scorpius/Lily, Scorpius/Ginny
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: The only thing Scorpius knows is exactly what he wants.
Warnings: Incest, voyeurism, rimming, double penetration, angst, infidelity, rough!sex
Word Count: 9,774
Author's Notes: marguerite_26 offered so many pairing choices that I couldn't decide on just one—so I included as many as I dared (and more)! It was an absolute honor to write for you, darling, and I do hope you enjoy the ensuing smut. I got a little carried away.
Thanks to N for the best beta a girl could ask for!!
It was a game to see how many of them Scorpius could seduce, how many would bend to his every whim with just the briefest flash of pale blond hair or a sweet bat of an eye. It was a challenge, every single target chosen for a specific interest or obstacle, and Draco tallied each one on a simple scroll that started out quite small and had grown over a foot long since it had begun.
At first, Draco merely kept notes of who Scorpius had seduced, why, and when. But after Scorpius' phenomenal seduction of Lily Luna Potter, it was clear to Draco that he wanted to keep a more detailed description of time, place, and methodologies. There was a particular art to this game, one at which Scorpius excelled. Draco oftentimes found himself reading over the parchment late at night, masturbating beside his wife to illicit thoughts of just how perfect Scorpius' slender fingers looked stroking Lily's pert breasts. She had been such a willing participant, something Draco would not have guessed just by looking at her. Then again, Scorpius was also quite good at this game, having won every challenge put forth to him.
And to Scorpius' credit, the lad was having a wonderful time devising new and devilish ways to bed the challenge of the evening. No sooner would Draco raise a glass of wine to Scorpius to seal their deal with a toast than Scorpius was mulling over his newest plans to win his next victory.
Scorpius would ponder for a moment, swirling his own goblet of wine thoughtfully, and then flash a handsome, wolfish grin towards his father. He would lean over the small table that separated them, would allow his gaze to wander to his father's parted, anxious lips just briefly, and then would lick his own lips in turn to moisten them before speaking.
"Harry Potter, mm?" Scorpius chewed on the name for a moment in consideration and then lifted his goblet to his lips, where he hesitated before downing the last of the wine in one large swallow.
"Indeed," was all Draco dared to say. His challenges had grown more challenging since the first one, and he knew he was treading on dangerous ground with this new opportunity, but it would be quite the best victory yet, if accomplished.
"What a brilliant challenge, father," Scorpius finally hummed, the sound of his voice a buzz in the stifling air of Draco's study. "I do think it will be quite delicious."
Draco leaned in, awaiting the details of Scorpius' new plan, but for once Scorpius left him waiting there. He didn't quite leave Draco void of all contact though; as Scorpius shifted in his seat, one of his feet slid up and onto his father's chair, nudged right between his thighs. Dark heat swam into Draco's face, coloring his cheeks just so. This was not part of their unspoken agreement.
"I would like you to be present for this seduction, father," Scorpius said matter-of-factly, his toes curling against Draco's groin. "I suspect this will be my crowning achievement."
Draco's dick hardened from under the small table and with a dry mouth, he whispered, "That's impossible."
Scorpius' brows quirked dangerously high, his pale eyes childlike as they surveyed Draco's every discomfort at the new progression of their situation. "I think you mean you're scared, father." Scorpius waved his hand, dismissing Draco's feelings on the subject, and leaned back. His foot pressed harder into Draco's half-hard cock. "But I do so want you to see the look on Potter's face when I ask him to fuck me."
Draco swallowed to lubricate his throat once again. Under the table, his hands balled into fists on his thighs. "I said it's impossible, Scorpius. I made the rules of this little game, and you are going to abide by them."
Again, Scorpius' brows rose, but this time he was sneering as well. "Well," he said quietly, removing his foot in order to lean forward over the desk. "I do think it's about time for an amendment to your old-fashioned rules." Scorpius leaned ever closer, his elbows resting on the table as his lithe body crawled over it like a cat in heat. Without preamble, Scorpius nuzzled Draco's cheek with his own and licked just once at his father's ear. "After all, what fun is a predictable game?"
*****
Harry Potter was possibly the hardest man Scorpius had ever tried to seduce. It wasn't that Harry was unresponsive, because Scorpius was quite sure if he and Harry had known one another for some time that Harry would have more easily given in to his advances; but it was more that Harry was overly suspicious, especially of Draco Malfoy's son cavorting around the Auror offices at the Ministry and attempting to have chats with him at every turn.
So Scorpius changed tactics. He used Lily to weasel his way into the family more frequently. Every chance he got, he whispered sweet nothings in Lily's pretty little pale ears and planted ideas, such as, "Wouldn't it be lovely if I were to come to dinner with your family?" and "I would so love to meet your father!" until Lily was fumbling over herself in agreement to his every suggestion.
It was only when Scorpius inserted two slender fingers inside her and worried his teeth at the curve of her long neck that she gave in entirely and invited him to a family dinner the next immediate weekend she was home from Hogwarts. Bending her over to fuck her shamelessly in his bedroom was just for fun, and taking her up her ass was icing on the cake. Like a dirty whore, she writhed and begged for more without Scorpius ever asking her to do it. He pulled her hair, shoved deep inside her, and pulled out to come on her face. Lily looked ghastly with his come slithering into her mouth, but he loved watching her try to swallow it.
Lily was only seventeen, barely on the legal side, and she was still in school, so her next visit home was arranged so that she could Floo in for the weekend. It was agreed that Scorpius could stay as well if he liked, though she warned him there couldn't be any 'funny business', so Scorpius vowed he wouldn't include her in any from there on out.
When Scorpius knocked at the Potter household, he expected a house-elf to greet him at the door, as was customary at the Manor. But all the books Scorpius read about Harry suggested he was a much nobler creature, the kind who believed house-elves shouldn't work for families in the way the elves at the Manor worked for him and his father. Still, it was strange to see another wizard opening the door, and especially Albus Potter, someone Scorpius hadn't seen since Hogwarts.
They had both aged beautifully in the two years since graduation. Albus had cut his hair short but grown out his fringe, and his left eyebrow and both ears were pierced. Gone was the dark brown shag of a haircut Scorpius had seen at Hogwarts; in its place was a black colour that suited the boy, and a single green streak that coiled snake-like through his hair. Barely-visible on his throat was a silver dragon tattoo.
Albus had always been such a shy boy, someone Scorpius never had much reason to talk to, especially since they'd been sorted into different houses at Hogwarts. But with the new haircut and the fashionable shirt and torn jeans, Albus looked…cool. It made Scorpius grin.
"You can't be…" Albus floundered, his eyes worried. "Lil said she was bringing her boyfriend to dinner, but Merlin, you can't be him."
"I can't help I'm irresistible, Potter," Scorpius quipped with a charming smile. Seducing Albus Potter just before he won over the boy's father would be a grand triumph. Draco would be so very pleased with him.
Albus snorted, though he looked anxious as Scorpius crossed the threshold. "I…wasn't thinking irresistible," he said quietly. "More like detestable."
"Mm, really?" Scorpius raised his fingers to Albus' neck, pressing against the pulse point where the dragon snarled possessively. "Then why is your heart positively racing?" Scorpius leaned in, inhaled the cologne Albus wore, and chuckled warmly against the shell of his ear. "I like your piercings, Al."
Albus shuddered against him. "I...I've got tattoos, too."
"So I see." Scorpius pulled away just enough to gauge the reaction, and when he saw Albus' red face, he grinned. "What a naughty boy you are, Albus Potter. Tell me you've got your dick pierced too, because blowing boys with pierced pricks is my ultimate fetish. It feels so good at the back of my throat."
Albus was panting now, and Scorpius had him pressed against the wall near the door. It would have been unbearably easy to rut against him for a moment or two, make the boy come in his trousers, and then suck him off proper afterwards. But just then, Lily came bounding through the next room, and Albus broke away from him so fast that Scorpius didn't have time to stop him.
"I'm so nervous for you to meet everyone, Scorpius!" Lily exclaimed nervously, fretting over Scorpius' robes. "But you look so nice, in your dress robes and everything."
As Scorpius hugged Lily, he watched Albus sneak away upstairs. "You look absolutely fuckable yourself," Scorpius whispered into Lily's ear, sliding a hand up her skirts. "Blue is a lovely colour when it's clinging to your curves."
"No funny stuff!" Lily gasped, shoving Scorpius' hands away with a dark flush that clashed with her dress. "I mean it. Dad would hang you."
Scorpius shrugged and moved away. "Mind if I use the loo before we have dinner?"
Someone was calling Lily's name from the other room, so she distractedly nodded and waved him off. "Upstairs, first door you'll see."
Scorpius watched her go and then disappeared up the stairs a moment later. He found the bathroom easily enough but walked right past it and down the narrow hallway. There were several bedrooms on the right side, which he supposed would be where Lily, James, and Albus slept, and one master bedroom on the left side. Making his way to the right, one bedroom was wide open, and from the pink frilly bedskirts, he knew it to be Lily's. The next was closed, but it had a Gryffindor tie hanging from the doorknob, which meant it belonged to James. The final bedroom was at the end of the hall, door closed, and Scorpius' dick got hard just knowing Albus was inside it.
Slowly, he turned the knob, entered the dark room, and closed the door behind him. Albus was kneeling on the bed, his cock swollen and red as Albus tugged at it roughly. Below him, Albus was staring intensely at a slender tome, and Scorpius grinned, wondering what sort of pornography Albus Potter was into.
"Can I help with that?" Scorpius asked.
Albus was so startled he almost fell off the bed. He gripped his dick hard, tugged it once at the sight of Scorpius, and came all over his book with a fluid, beautiful curse. With a shudder, he bowed over the pages, his black fringe falling over his bright green eyes.
Scorpius chuckled warmly and approached so he could run his fingers through his fringe. "That was fast, Potter. No foreplay or anything. I like that."
Albus caught his breath, still shaking, as he scrambled to remove the book from sight. But Scorpius managed to catch the title – Hogwarts Yearbook. Reaching out, Scorpius stilled Albus' fingers on the book as he let loose another warm laugh.
"Open that back up," Scorpius commanded gently, and to his surprise, Albus did as he was told. When the page that was opened showed a snapshot of Malfoy, Scorpius grinning handsomely back out at him, Scorpius couldn't help but groan. "These pages are worn. Do you always wank while staring down at my face?"
"No," Albus snapped, breathing heavily. "I've never…but you were…and downstairs…"
"Tell me something, Albus Potter," Scorpius drawled, crawling casually onto Albus' bed and tossing the yearbook aside. He straddled Albus eagerly and gripped the base of his thick cock, which twitched pleasantly in his palm. "Have you ever been with another bloke?"
"Of course not!" Albus snapped, his gaze angry but full of lust.
"But you'd make an exception for me?" Scorpius leaned down to lick across Albus' mouth. When Albus' tongue came out tentatively to meet his, Scorpius grunted at the silver ball glittering at its tip. "You've got your fucking tongue pierced?" Scorpius ground down against Albus and pulled at his dick. "Do you know how bad I want to feel that tongue against my ass?"
Albus blanched. "That's…that's disgusting."
"Is it?" Without thinking about it, he pressed a finger to Albus' mouth and slid it inside. "Suck," he demanded, and watched as Albus tentatively deep-throated his finger. After a minute, Albus was really into it, sucking and nearly gagging the deeper Scorpius prodded, but Scorpius pulled his finger out before they could get carried away. After all, he had good plans for that finger. "Like that, did you, Potter?"
Albus groaned. "Love it," he whispered, "when you call me that."
Scorpius grinned, his white teeth flashing. "How about when I do this?" Carefully, Scorpius reached under Albus' body and pressed his moistened finger to the other boy's pert entrance, just applying delicate pressure as he circled the pucker of flesh. "Or this?" Scorpius didn't waste time but let his fingertip slide right in before Albus could get scared and clench. Relaxed as he was, his finger slid in to the first joint.
"F-Fuck," Albus grunted. "Nng, yeah, Merlin, love it, kind of hurts but love it…"
Albus reached for his erection, which was standing at attention again, but Scorpius stilled his progress, smacking his hand away. With gentle pressure, he pushed his finger in to the second joint and heard Albus whine under him. "Before I let you come again, you have to do two things for me." To make his point, Scorpius wiggled his finger inside Albus, brushing his prostate.
Albus gasped, arching up off the bed with a shudder. "Yeah, fuck yeah, anything, I'll swear it!"
Scorpius grinned again, and reached down to kiss the corner of Albus' mouth. For good measure, he slid his tongue into the other boy's mouth and flicked over his tongue ring as he brushed near his prostate a second time. "First, I want you to shove that gorgeous tongue of yours deep in my ass. I want to feel your tongue ring lapping inside me." Though Albus groaned beneath him, his brow furrowed as if that was also the most detestable idea in the world. Scorpius was sure he could make him see it differently.
"A-And secondly?" Albus panted.
"I want you to help me seduce your father."
The words seemed to sting Albus, so Scorpius nuzzled his cheek affectionately and used his free hand to massage the other boy's balls. It would help him forget what he needed to do when this was all said and done.
When Albus was again writhing and panting beneath him, getting closer to orgasm, Scorpius removed his finger and sat back with a grin. "Get up and scoot behind me."
Albus did as he was told, until Albus was seated behind Scorpius. When Scorpius glanced over his shoulder, he watched Albus pulling at his erection. The head of it was swollen and red, perfect for sucking. But not yet. First, Scorpius leaned forward and got on his hands and knees, tugging his trousers down. He wanted pleasure too, and he wanted to make sure Albus would do as he was told, when he was told to do it.
Bracing himself for a moment, he rested his cheek to the mattress, spread his legs, and used both hands to pry apart his cheeks. It was a vulnerable position, but somehow Scorpius remained in control.
"Lick it," Scorpius commanded.
Albus hesitated and then reached out, fingers assisting in prying Scorpius apart. That was unexpected, that Albus would touch him so gingerly, but Scorpius rather enjoyed the tenderness. And then, Scorpius felt the hitch of breath against his asshole, and he closed his eyes, waiting. He was clenching so hard in anticipation that his fingers were white against his ass, and when Albus' tongue actually lapped out and the warm metal ball flicked over the sensitive pucker of his asshole, Scorpius had to bite the sheets to keep from screaming.
This was his favorite sexual activity. Even Lily had tongue-fucked him, her pert little lips suckled against his ass. But no matter who did it, Scorpius always loved it. Whether it was Lily's unsure, tentative flicks or Albus' clumsy but dangerously-firm thrusts, Scorpius got off feeling the wetness, the firmness of the muscle penetrating his ass.
"Inside," Scorpius managed to get out, hoping he didn't sound as desperate as he felt.
Albus complied with a moan that nearly sent Scorpius over the edge. The other boy's tongue slid eagerly inside him, then out, flicking that little piercing all over his asshole. He pictured his father, how Draco would grunt appreciatively when Scorpius unleashed the secret surprise of his seduction of half the Potter family. He could see his father's wet tongue swiping his lips to moisten them, could almost hear the slicked slapping sound of his father's hand on his dick, masturbating in his bedroom once he thought Scorpius was out of earshot. Scorpius would tell him every lurid, wonderful detail, would tell him how Albus Potter's dick got all swollen and red, about how his tongue ring flicked eagerly across his asshole.
Scorpius whined. He was losing control, and there was no way he was letting that happen, not while he had Albus just where he wanted him.
Pulling away, Scorpius rolled over and shoved Albus down onto his back. "What a good boy," he praised, combing through Albus' hair. "Going to fuck you so good for that."
"I…you're with my sister," Albus protested, his voice a whisper between their panted breaths. "You…and I've never…"
"I'm counting on your virginity," Scorpius answered, petting down Albus' stomach, over his pale thighs. "I want your tight ass. I want you to come so hard you won't be able to think straight after. Turn over."
It took Albus only five glorious minutes to come the second time. Once Scorpius had settled into an assertive, pulsing pace, rocking hard into Albus' tight body, Albus hadn't lasted long at all. Several tugs to his dick, several thrusts against his prostate, and the boy was a simpering, sodden mess beneath Scorpius' driving hips.
Though Albus asked him nicely to stop, Scorpius tugged the other boy's hair and growled, "Shut it" under his breath. Scorpius needed to concentrate, and they both needed to get off. In response to the violent tug of his hair Albus grinded back against him, begging for more like some wanton slut. Scorpius continued to pull his hair and dug his fingernails into Albus' sides until one of them broke the flesh and left a bruising red mark in his wake. The sight of it brought Scorpius over the edge. He pulled out with practiced agility, turned Albus over, pried open the boy's panting mouth, and came all over his beautiful tongue.
After they got dressed, Albus seemed to be hesitating against the question Scorpius knew he was going to ask: what do I have to do now?
But Albus asked it differently when he finally voiced his concern about their second bargain. "What do you expect from me regarding my…my dad?"
*****
Albus' willingness to participate was as unexpected as running into Harry Potter in the hallway on his way out of Albus' room. They ran into one another, but Scorpius made sure to shut Albus' door behind him, leaning against it all too casually, blinking up at Harry with practiced innocence. The bat of an eye, the jerk of his head to flick fringe from his face.
"We've been calling you two to come down for dinner," Harry said quietly, taking a single step back. It was a small victory for Scorpius, to see Harry's hesitance at getting close to him.
"Sorry, sir," Scorpius replied, still leaning against the door with his fingers wrapped around the knob behind his back. "Al and I were just talking. About Hogwarts and such. You look so much more handsome and strong in person, Mr. Potter, than in my Chocolate Frog collection, I must admit."
Harry had enough decency to blush, but he also gritted his teeth. It was clear flattery might not be the best way to win his affection. It was a good thing Scorpius had other plans too.
"I don't know what your intentions are here, Malfoy," Harry said darkly, surprising Scorpius enough that it warranted the quirk of a brow, "but if you hurt my daughter—"
"You mean in bed, sir?"
"I mean emotionally, physically, anything," Harry growled, and Scorpius grinned at seeing the anger flash in the older man's eyes, at the sight of fists balled at his sides. "I know she is under the impression you are a good man, but I also know you can charm your way into nearly anybody's conscience. If you're under some kind of delusion that I will let my daughter 'date' someone who takes advantage of everyone around him, you are sorely mistaken."
Scorpius rolled his eyes, a very boyish gesture he couldn't quite grow out of. "Oh, Mr. Potter, you've come to some drastic conclusions, I'm afraid."
"Have I?"
"I think you're mistaking me for my father."
"I wouldn't know your father well enough to assume what kind of man he's become," Harry responded, and Scorpius was proud to detect another quiet victory in Harry's admission. "Is Albus ready to come down?"
"Oh, certainly," Scorpius said, brushing past Harry and winding his way down the stairs. It was the first of the most basic achievements in seduction when he craned his head and caught Harry staring at him.
*****
Dinner passed without incident, much as Scorpius knew he had more enemies than friends sitting at the table around him. When James wasn't throwing under-his-breath insults at Scorpius, he ignored him quite obviously. Harry wasn't much better—now that he suspected Scorpius was just playing his daughter, he was inclined to press Scorpius with even the most basic questions. Simple statements like, "I'm sure you know what you are doing with the rest of your life," drew Scorpius' breath away. Albus was jealous and anxious the moment he noticed Scorpius paying physical attention to Lily, who seemed uncomfortable with the public display of affection Scorpius bestowed on her in front of her family. The only person who seemed oblivious to Scorpius' act of the perfect boyfriend was Ginny, who seemed enthralled every time he opened his mouth.
Scorpius found out why Ginny was so enthralled the moment dinner ended and he offered to help her with the tea and coffee in the kitchen. He hadn't set but one foot in the kitchen before Ginny grabbed his waist and maneuvered him tight against the refrigerator and out of sight of the rest of the guests, who were retiring to the living room. Pressed against the cold frame of the appliance, the long handle dug into his spine, and he squirmed when her mouth pressed down over his.
Though he blanched at the mere thought of snogging Ginny Potter, he had to admit it was a pleasant turn of events that Harry's wife would be so interested in rutting against him like an animal.
When she broke the kiss to pant against his throat, whispering pathetic phrases like "I shouldn't be doing this" and "Tell me to stop, Scorpius, please tell me to stop and I promise I will", Scorpius just chuckled throatily and played along. After all, he was so well practiced in the art of seduction that he wasn't about to pass up the chance to get a little information out of her before he turned her down.
"Oh, Mrs. Potter," Scorpius breathed, tangling his fingers in her hair. He added a bit of trembling for effect. "We shouldn't!"
Ginny groaned and tugged his ear lobe between her teeth. "Merlin knows that—after all these years—he's not the only one, you know—not the only one at all who needs to—oh, please, Scorpius, please."
"Wh-what do you mean, Mrs. Potter? Are you not…doesn't Mr. Potter pleasure you like you deserve to be pleasured?" Scorpius drew his fingers down over Ginny's waist and between her legs, where again he forced a tremble. "Is this how I should do it?"
"Even if I gave him a map, Mr. Potter couldn't find that area as easily as he could find my arse, I'll tell you that much," Ginny growled, nipping his ear again until he knew it would purple.
Scorpius held back his chuckle—that was all he needed. So, Harry wasn't pleasuring the misses? It seemed he was far too keen trying to bugger her up the arse than actually take his time to know what she desired. Scorpius did so wonder if this meant Harry was well-versed in the art of fucking other blokes. After all, he was the most desired man in the world. Odds were more than a handful of blokes had likely at least attempted to get under Harry's skin. A small part of Scorpius hoped he would be Harry's first real fuck with another bloke.
Pulling away sharply from Ginny, he held her at an arm's distance and shook his head. "Mrs. Potter, I can't! I just can't. I'm so sorry."
Turning his back to her, he righted his hair and picked up the kettle and teacups and exited the kitchen as quickly as he could. Serving Lily's cup first, he kissed her cheek innocently, his eyes on Harry the whole time. Scorpius noticed smugly that Harry couldn't turn away, and it was then Scorpius knew his plan would work. It had to.
*****
"So you're going to stay the night?" Harry prodded as everyone stood to leave the living area for the evening.
"If it isn't too much trouble, sir," Scorpius said kindly.
"He can sleep in my room," Albus offered, the script rehearsed, though Albus managed to keep his tone natural.
Harry seemed a bit more at peace with this idea. Scorpius could almost see the wheels turning in his head, and he was sure Potter would throw some protective charms on Albus' room so he couldn't 'escape' and go seduce his daughter into a life of further debauchery. Oh, if only Harry knew what that little tart had done when Scorpius asked her to.
"I'll go get the Hide-A-Way," Harry said quietly, disappearing up the stairs to rummage through a hallway closet.
"Good night, Lily," Scorpius said, and he kissed her cheek softly for good measure. He even threw her a wink.
Behind him, Albus shifted uncomfortably and then grabbed Scorpius' wrist, tugging him roughly up the stairs. With a shove, Albus pushed Scorpius into his bedroom and slammed the door behind him.
"So forceful," Scorpius purred as he landed on the edge of the bed. "I like that."
"Yeah? Well I don't like you fucking with my sister, all right?"
Scorpius rolled his eyes. "She'll get over it, trust me. Now, if you're going to play rough, I expect you to really go for it. I give you full permission to pull my hair and bite my throat until I scream."
Albus' pupils dilated in his arousal, and his breath grew heavy. "Y-Yeah?" he asked, gaze raking down over Scorpius' somewhat-tousled form on his bed.
"Come and take me," Scorpius hummed.
Albus was on him in an instant, all teeth and bruising grips and a hard body that forced itself against him. When Albus pulled Scorpius to his feet, Scorpius didn't fight it but let his body go limp like a ragdoll. Wherever Albus wanted him, he would follow.
Albus shoved him against the nearest wall and ground into his body, growling the single most possessive word, one Scorpius never would have thought Albus capable of understanding: mine.
As Albus shoved his fist into Scorpius' trousers and pulled him to full hardness, Scorpius panted and whined against the wall, fingers tangled in Albus' messy hair, pulling at it until he saw the dragon tattoo twitching fearfully at the throb of his pulse.
Albus didn't notice when the door opened and Harry entered, but Scorpius did. Immediately, he raised his eyes and grunted darkly. The longer Harry stood there—the longer Harry fucking stared at him—the more Scorpius got off on the situation. When Albus began to sink to his knees, Scorpius was sure, wholly positive, that he had won, that Harry would have to give in now, and even if Albus was involved too and partially responsible, Scorpius had won. Scorpius Malfoy had seduced Harry fucking bloody Potter.
Albus wasted little time in pulling Scorpius' dick out, pulling it, and taking it into his mouth, flicking his tongue like he knew what he was doing. The pleasure of the moment was multiplied by the flick of the small metal ball at the edge of Albus' tongue, which rolled over the head of his cock and up along its veins. Scorpius tangled his fist into Albus' hair and tugged so hard his veins pulsed. Shoving his cock deeper, he tipped his head back and let his blue eyes meet Harry's green.
"Like that, Potter?" Scorpius purred.
To his surprise, Harry's nostrils flared. Harry's gaze drew down over Scorpius' writhing form and landed on the long dick that currently shoved in and out of his son's mouth. Harry looked disgusted, but Scorpius could tell desire was laced between his every protest.
Reaching out finally, when he was drawing close to his orgasm, Scorpius beckoned for Harry. "Please, touch me," he begged, and he found he truly meant it. It was all he needed to get off to have Harry Potter touching the same dick that drove between Albus Potter's lips.
The slam of the door startled Albus, who pulled away swiftly, saliva dribbling at his chin. Scorpius wasn't even done yet, so he groaned in frustration.
"Keep going, Potter," Scorpius growled. "Your dad likes it, look at him! He's bloody watching you take me down your throat like a good boy, come on, I'm so close."
Albus hesitated as Harry stalked closer—clearly, Albus had cold feet now that the task was at hand. Harry's broad shoulders tensed, his strong jaw tightened. Scorpius couldn't control his breathing, couldn't think about anything but how Harry's mouth would feel on his body, how his hands would feel groping his ass. Whining again, he opened his mouth to speak but Harry silenced him with a firm, hard palm shoved against his mouth.
Gasping, Scorpius shuddered, eyes wide. His balls ached, dick swelling as Harry further invaded his personal space and used his free hand to punch a hole in the wall just shy of Scorpius' head.
"You think for one second that I am going to fuck you?" Harry spat. His fingers dug into Scorpius' cheek, and Scorpius struggled to breathe, gripping Harry's hand tightly. "That I am going to, what, watch my son choke on your skinny dick and get off on it? What a pathetic specimen you are, Malfoy."
Scorpius couldn't help it—he was so hard, so ready to be touched and aching for Harry to be the one to take him—he came. With a cry that was thankfully muffled by Harry's strong palm, Scorpius thrashed against the wall as come splattered onto Harry's thigh. When he was done and could barely breathe, Harry removed his palm and watched as Scorpius sank to his knees.
"Here's your bed for the night, Malfoy," Harry said, tossing a miniature mattress to the floor. He waved his wand at it, and it grew larger before their eyes, into a small but adequately-sized bed for the evening. "You had better be out of my sight before I wake up, or there will be hell to pay."
Scorpius gritted his teeth. He felt pathetic, and he knew he had failed. It was the worst feeling in the world, knowing he had let his father down.
Harry hesitated by the doorway. "And if you dare come near Lily again, I swear to Merlin I will personally curse your dick to rot. Good night, Albus."
The door was slammed once again, and Scorpius was left to listen to his and Albus' heavy breathing. Well, there was no point in sticking around, not after that humiliation he suffered. So Scorpius tucked himself back into his trousers and headed for the door. When he found it locked and charmed shut, he growled in frustration.
Harry had trapped him there for the evening, refusing to allow him even the basic right to retreat.
*****
"Well, that was quite an atrocious story, I must say, Scorpius," Draco drawled.
"Yes, father," Scorpius murmured, head bowed. "I know."
They sat across from one another at the dinner table. Astoria was absent, out with her sister Daphne for the evening. It was the perfect moment to discuss Scorpius' recent demise at the Potter household, and though Draco had previously been keen to hear the details, he currently sipped at his goblet of wine as if it were spiked with urine. The distaste at Scorpius' humiliation was apparent, etched over every strong line of Draco's handsome features.
"So I imagine this means you are finished with the Potters," Draco said and for the first time since Scorpius had sat down to tell him all the lurid details, he grinned. "I knew the challenge was too great. Harry Potter is not so easily seduced as the prey you normally stalk, but don't worry. I am sure Lily and Albus were wonderful targets, and as a bonus I assume Mrs. Potter counts. So, all in all, I think you—"
The clang of Scorpius' fork against the fine china interrupted Draco's speech. "When did I say I was finished with the Potters?" Scorpius sat back, tossing his half-folded napkin to the table. "I just wish I knew what I did wrong. I had him, I was sure of it! I was letting his bloody son choke on my dick, for Merlin's sake, and he was watching, he wanted me, and I just…" With a heavy exhale, Scorpius dragged his hands through his hair.
For some time, they sat in silence. Draco picked at his sautéed greens and eventually relented to the quiet with a groan. He set his own silverware down and snapped his fingers. The house-elves rushed in to retrieve the empty dishes, bowls, and utensils.
"Show me," Draco said. "I want to see what you have done."
Scorpius raised his head and grinned the sort of breathless grin that he showed off for Lily Potter the first time he had tried to bed her. He had waited what seemed a lifetime for his father to ask to see the things he had done, and now that it was open and before them, Scorpius felt the anxiety crawl into the pit of his stomach. It was perfect, but just to the right of dangerous.
"Of course," he said calmly, and rose with the poise that befit a Malfoy.
Scorpius led the way upstairs and into his father's study. He retrieved the Pensieve from the top of the bookshelf and settled it on a small end table so that the two of them could peer down into it at the same moment. He was trembling as he grasped his wand and closed his eyes. When he found the memories he sought, he pressed the wand into his hair and drew out a long sliver of fluid that ribboned with the flip of his wrist. With sinuous grace, the fluid coiled in the Pensieve and spun, weaving flashes of the memory before them.
Scorpius felt his father's fingers reaching for his. With a sigh, Scorpius twined their fingers, squeezed, and leaned forward blindly.
The scene that unfolded before them showed the Potter house, the quaint living room that was half the size of the one at Malfoy Manor. Draco and Scorpius landed right beside Harry, who was casting wary glances at the sitting-Scorpius. Scorpius was just finishing his story to Mrs. Potter about his recent vacation in Italy. It was late, nearly time.
"We'll be going upstairs right after this," Scorpius whispered, gesturing to the stairs.
Draco watched and removed his hand from Scorpius', arms folding impatiently as he watched the vision of his son kissing Lily goodnight and giving Albus Potter a seductive wink.
Draco and Scorpius followed the vision of Scorpius and Albus up the stairs and through the door to Albus' bedroom where Albus promptly shoved Scorpius. Draco was left to watch every agonizing moment until the scene finished and Harry entered the picture, stalked towards Scorpius, and cupped a hand over the boy's loud mouth.
Scorpius watched his father's reactions, anxious to bite his nails but mindful not to do it in front of Draco. Draco at least appeared to be entertained, as far as Scorpius could tell just watching him. Neither of them spoke a word.
Dragging his gaze down his father's strong body, Scorpius' eyes widened just so at the sight of an obvious arousal. It was just the sort of thing that made Scorpius' palms sweat, but he pressed past his nervousness—this could be the only chance he got—and touched his father's sides. Draco jumped a little but didn't pull away, so Scorpius stepped behind him and ran his fingers up the length of his father.
"What are you doing?" Draco breathed. To Scorpius' utter delight, his father was breathless.
"Shh," Scorpius whispered, and at another surprise, Draco was silent.
Scorpius pressed his body against his father's and exhaled against his throat. In front of them, the vision of Harry was pressed close to the one of Scorpius, smothering him with the palm of his hand as Scorpius came. Not a moment later, they were promptly booted from the memory when it ended, leaving Scorpius clinging to Draco's strong form from behind, his hands running up and down his father's body. One hand dove under the waistband of Draco's trousers and Draco grunted in response.
Suddenly, there was a loud crack in the hallway downstairs that echoed up the long staircase and into the study. The sound of Astoria's voice carried upstairs, as she called for Draco and Scorpius to greet her.
Draco jerked away immediately and Scorpius stumbled forward, bracing himself on the desk for support. Flushed and sweating, he trembled watching his father stalk in frustration towards the door.
"Father," Scorpius called, humiliated by the hoarse sound of his voice. "Please!"
"Leave it, Scorpius," Draco growled, prying the door open. "You could not deliver Potter, and thus whatever it is you are looking for from me would not be deserved."
Scorpius shuddered. "Fucking prick," he snapped.
"Deliver Potter, and I will give you what you want. Otherwise, I have no interest in you, Scorpius."
Draco left, slamming the door behind him, and Scorpius screamed at the top of his lungs. His father was a bloody fuck. He only said to deliver Potter because he thought Scorpius wouldn't (or couldn't) do it. Well, Scorpius was even more determined to prove him wrong now.
*****
Scorpius spent two hours preparing himself for the Ministry event. Normally, when Draco invited him, Scorpius was all-too-eager to say no, that he would rather visit a Muggle brothel and fuck everything in sight than set one foot into an all-Ministry event. They tended to be the drollest events in the world, with boring speeches from boring old men who ogled Scorpius' youthful body from across the room.
But this time, Scorpius had ulterior motives. While he told his mother and father that he wanted to make acquaintance with several popular Ministry officials who were in charge of some promising new positions, the only position he was interested in was being sandwiched between Harry Potter and his father.
Dressed to kill, Scorpius slicked his hair back and donned the high-fashion robes his mother had bought him earlier that season. They were all the rage in France, where the blokes liked to show off their figures. In England, people tended to call attention to themselves when wearing such attire, so naturally it was the perfect choice. Even if Potter wasn't so inclined, Scorpius was sure that he was impossible to resist.
By the time he had downed his third glass of champagne, Scorpius was already feeling the effects of what just the slightest bit of alcohol did to him. A lightweight by all standards—another glass would have sent him off the deep end—he forced himself to leave the bar and go mingling. After all, he was there for one reason and one reason alone—to find Potter.
Potter was easy to spot; all Scorpius needed to do was look for the throng of fans and admirers currently vying to touch or talk to him. Currently surrounded by five women who Scorpius would have bedded in a second and several blokes of less-than-worthy caliber, Harry stood in the middle explaining about his newest measures in safeguarding werewolves with the help of his godson. Always a do-gooder.
Scorpius wound his way between the warm bodies until he was beside Harry, who cast a sidelong glance at him like he was afraid it wasn't a dream. Scorpius grinned pleasantly, nodding along with the other sheep, all of whom had wonderfully-brilliant responses to Harry's impromptu speech—inspiring sentiments like "So right you are!" and "Wow!" and "What a perfect plan, Mr. Potter!"
Hardly able to contain his disgust with the crowd's admiration, Scorpius managed to say, above all the rest, "Wow, sir, golly gee! I would have never guessed fencing in the werewolves like mangy curs wouldn't do the trick!"
Several wizards attempted to hide their chuckles, and Harry turned to grit his teeth in Scorpius' general direction.
"I am sure your family would have it no other way, Mr. Malfoy," Harry said, smoothing down his shirt. Scorpius watched Harry's fingers tremble, giving away the older man's anger.
"The Malfoys certainly aren't interested in caging old beasts like that," Scorpius said, yawning. "But some of us certainly are intrigued by your ideas. My father, in particular, would love to hear them sometime. In private."
Harry's face was going red, which was just the perfect color in Scorpius' opinion. "If your father ever wanted to hear my thoughts on anything, I'd die of shock."
Scorpius chuckled musically and took Harry's arm, leading him away from the crowd. "Oh, he would absolutely love a private audience with you, sir."
Harry was tense in his grip. "I bet." Harry jerked away. "What is this about, Scorpius?"
"I don't know what you mean, sir."
"If this has anything to do with what happened between you and Lily or you and Albus at my house, I am not interested in hearing—or seeing—any further details. Is that clear?"
"Crystal," Scorpius purred, leading Harry close to the bar. "This is actually of another matter entirely, actually."
"And what matter could that possibly be?"
"You getting a good buggering in tonight, sir," Scorpius purred, watching in delight as Harry's face turned the color of the ripest tomato. Scorpius grinned in response, chuckling once more and patting Harry's arm kindly. "My father is quite desperate, so I do hope you're interested."
"Why would I want something like that?" Harry asked, jerking his arm free again. When he swallowed, Scorpius could see his Adam's apple bobbing beautifully and Scorpius ached to lick it, though he had enough restraint not to do so in public.
"Don't ask me, but my father won't do anything unless you're there too." Scorpius hesitated on his next words, but decided any part of Potter in a sexual situation was better than no part of him in one. "You could just watch, Harry. It would be so wonderful, and you could toss off if you wanted—no strings."
To his surprise, Harry hesitated, his green gaze raking down over Scorpius' sleek form. Scorpius didn't need to hear his answer; his words had obviously struck something in Harry's fetish list, and Scorpius would have been surprised to hear anything but oh God yes come out of his mouth.
"Let me take care of everything," Scorpius whispered, leaning in to press the words against Harry's ear. "Wait ten minutes and then come into my father's office. If you like what you see, stay. If you don't, leave." Scorpius gently brushed over Harry's wrist with his fingertips, eliciting the sweetest of moans from the older man's lips.
"It's been…so long," Harry breathed, trembling against Scorpius.
Scorpius restrained himself from saying That's what your wife said. "That will make this so, so much better." Scorpius pulled away and held a single finger up to his lips. "Ten minutes."
*****
When Scorpius entered his father's office, Draco was pouring himself a tall glass of brandy. This was a normal occasion during the Ministry parties—Draco often said that the wine and champagne did little to dull the whining, listless drones of the Ministry officials just talking to hear themselves talk. Brandy, on the other hand, could help ease the desire to snark at each of them in turn. Scorpius had found that during parties held at the Manor Draco was more amiable and willing when he had a few glasses of brandy warming his stomach.
"Hello, father," Scorpius said casually.
"Scorpius." Draco nodded absently, swirling his brandy until the ice cubes clinked against the sides of the glass. "Did you meet Mr. Darvish, the Head of International Magical Cooperation? I hear he has a new position available coming up shortly."
Scorpius nibbled at his lower lip and folded his arms. His father cut a dashing figure swirling his brandy there, unaware of his son's motives or the fact that Harry Potter was on his way to watch and wank in his presence. Somehow, Scorpius had to get him on the same page.
"Did you hear me, Scorpius?" Draco was still talking, his brow quirked in expectation of his son's response. "Darvish will be hiring within the week."
"I don't give a rat's ass about Darvish," Scorpius drawled, yawning. "Really, father. We're at a party, you've a proper glass of brandy in your hand, Harry bloody Potter is waltzing around in the finest robes, and all you can think of is careers at the Ministry?"
Draco's eyes narrowed and he stalked a few dangerous steps closer. He and Scorpius stood at eye level, Scorpius hunching to give the impression he wasn't a good inch taller than his father.
"You would do well to leave Potter alone and concentrate on your future. I thought we had been through all this," he scoffed, turning away.
"But you promised," Scorpius whined, gripping his father's right arm tightly to keep him from going. "You promised if I delivered Potter, you would give me what I want."
Draco's brows rose cautiously as he surveyed his son's grip on his arm. For a moment, they stood in silence, their breaths quiet ghosts in the air between them. And then Draco chuckled darkly, tipping his head back. With a quick turn of his body, he maneuvered Scorpius back, shoving him against the nearest wall. His arm twisted out of Scorpius' grip and fingers found Scorpius' neck, squeezing. The glass of brandy tumbled from his fingers to the floor, staining Scorpius' shoes and the hem of his expensive trousers.
"And this is what you want, you spoiled brat?" Draco spat.
Scorpius licked his dry lips and let loose a dry laugh. "You know what I want, father. I'm not particularly shy about what is to be my greatest conquest."
"You say it like I'm going to give in, like all the others." Despite his aggressive, dominant stance, Draco was leaning in just like Scorpius desired. "What makes you think you are going to get exactly what you want?"
"Because I can give you what you want."
It would have been perfect timing if Harry had showed up then, on the precipice of Draco's decision, but he wasn't there. Scorpius could feel sweat trickling down the back of his neck when the thought crossed his mind that Harry wouldn't show. After all, what reason did he have to ruin himself by following Scorpius' flailing orders? Harry could have anyone—it was always his choice.
Draco hesitated, his lips brushing over Scorpius' mouth. Scorpius could taste his father's cologne, sharp at the tip of Scorpius' tongue as it slipped out and crossed the line they had been dancing for years. It swept the lower tier of Draco's lips, and when Draco shook against him in a sorry attempt at restraint, Scorpius reached up and tangled his fingers in his father's hair to make the decision for him. Pulling, he crushed their mouths until their teeth knocked together in abrasive ecstasy.
From there, it was easy to let things get out of hand. Scorpius had spent half a lifetime desiring the one thing he knew was just out of his reach, the one person who was always a breath away, the very model of perfection and strength and beauty. Having hungered for the moment for so long, Scorpius was nearly caught off guard in knowing how to respond to it. Where before his kisses had been so sure, now they were timid and clumsy—Scorpius' nose bumped his father's, his tongue was sloppy, his fingers roamed in inelegant tangents over the planes of Draco's body.
When he sank to his knees, he was unaware of the presence of another person in the room. It wasn't until he had undone the fly of his father's trousers and begun stroking Draco's cock to hardness that he realized they were not alone.
A fist tangled in his hair and forced his mouth down before he was prepared. Scorpius gripped Draco's thighs, grunting when his pale gaze met the green above him. Harry stood, strong and perfect, there beside his father. Harry's fingers gathered in Scorpius' hair, guiding him. Scorpius had never been more willing to appease anyone in his life. He sucked at his father's erection until his jaw went numb and beyond, until he looked up and saw Harry stroking his father's cheek and jaw. Harry had leaned in, his lips pressed to Draco's ear. Whatever he was saying must've been good, as Draco's dick throbbed in Scorpius' mouth with every word, and Draco's cheeks grew so red Scorpius wondered if his father had lost the ability to breathe.
Pulling off Draco's erection, he licked down under it, easing Draco's trousers down his legs.
"Leave them," Harry growled. His gaze snapped to study Scorpius, on his knees there, cupping his father's balls. "Stand up and undress for us. And tell us what you want."
Scorpius laughed and rubbed his jaw as he stood to his feet. Toeing off his shoes, he kicked them aside and unzipped his trousers. Leaving them to hang on his narrow hips, he unbuttoned the fine clasps of his robe and pried the heavy fabric from his naked shoulders.
"What I want," Scorpius breathed, "Is very apparent. I want you to fuck me, and I want my father to fuck me, and I want to orgasm so many times I lose track and my dick burns."
Harry groaned in Draco's ear. Draco responded by tipping his head, capturing Harry's mouth with the kind of aggression Scorpius envied. Scorpius watched as the two men kissed, watched as Harry shoved Draco to the door and untucked the fine shirts from Draco's slacks, drawing his nails up and down Draco's pale, half-exposed sides. Draco arched in turn and tangled both fists in Harry's hair, gripping until his knuckles were white.
Scorpius watched as he undressed and stood still afterward, pulling his dick as his father and Harry snogged as if their lives depended on the act.
Finally, Harry pulled away, panting, and unzipped himself. When he exposed his own erection, Scorpius groaned. Harry fucking Potter was about to fuck him. His father was about to fuck him. Scorpius had never felt so full of desire.
"Bend over that desk and spread yourself," Harry said.
Scorpius knew it—Harry had done this before.
Doing as he was told, Scorpius bent over the desk, cheeks red, and trembled as he spread his ass. He could hear his father's hungry growl behind him that said everything. There was no warning as a magic-slicked finger prodded inside him, then two, and to his surprise, three. Scorpius writhed against the desk, dragging his erection against the wood as he struggled to keep himself spread as far as possible. When he came, Harry's finger brushed against his prostate, and he started to scream, white come splashing against the front of his father's desk.
Burying his face to the papers on the desk, he bit some of them, grinding the paper against his teeth to keep from crying out.
"So quick," Harry said. "But you'll come again, won't you?"
"Yes," Scorpius exhaled. "Fuck, yes. More."
"How much more?"
"Everything. Everything, please."
There was a rustle of clothes behind his body, and Scorpius stroked himself back to hardness while he waited, already missing the contact of Harry's firm fingers in his ass. He didn't need to wait long though, as Harry took his begging to heart and pressed his dick to Scorpius' entrance without another moment's hesitation. Scorpius braced himself, relaxing as much as possible. Harry was bigger than anyone he'd had before, but as Harry slid in, Scorpius just took every inch and cursed under his breath for more.
Once Harry was settled and grunting appreciatively behind him, Scorpius began to buck. He wanted it so badly, to just be rammed into and then have his father take control so he could orgasm, but Harry gripped his hips with surprising brutality to still him.
"Need you," Harry whispered, and Scorpius felt his father move closer, felt Draco's cock thick against the underside of his ass.
Scorpius shuddered. "Fuck." It was impossible in this position, but that didn't stop Scorpius from aching at the thought of both of their cocks shoved deep in his body.
Without warning, Harry pulled out of Scorpius and wrapped his arms around Scorpius' slender waist. Harry urged Scorpius off the desk, their bodies flush against one another. Scorpius tipped his head, and Harry captured his lips for a demanding, deep kiss. It left Scorpius dizzy, his head buzzing.
When Harry finally let Scorpius go, Scorpius turned to find his father laying on his back atop his desk, legs spread and cock twitching in anticipation. Scorpius crawled on top of him with a little urging from Harry from behind. When Scorpius had managed to straddle his father's hips, he looked down at Draco with just a flicker of fear flashing across his gaze. This would change everything, wouldn't it? But Merlin, how he'd dreamed of the moment when his father would give in.
Harry entered him first. Scorpius was already open and wet for him, so when Harry pushed in, Scorpius' tight body took him in eagerly, like Harry's dick belonged up Scorpius' arse.
Draco was more tentative as he pressed his dick to Scorpius' asshole, but with Harry's whispered insistence, both of their cocks were soon seated in Scorpius' ass. It took all of Scorpius' willpower not to spasm out of control just at that—it was when they moved, their dicks sliding against each other and against him, that he really lost it.
Bent over his father, Scorpius mouthed at Draco's throat, up over his cheeks, and then captured Draco's mouth like his life depended on it. Draco gripped a handful of his son's hair, and when they kissed it was a battle for dominance and control that neither hoped to win.
It didn't take long in the new position. Scorpius cried out and came for the second time not ten minutes after both Harry and Draco had penetrated him. One of Harry's hands and one of Draco's pet through his hair and then one of them—he couldn't tell which—tugged sharply. Someone came inside him, and both men grunted. Then they pulled out and Draco shoved Scorpius down off the desk.
Landing with a thud, Scorpius grunted in pain. His ass was pulsing in a way he'd never felt in his life. When he looked up, Scorpius saw Draco standing to his feet. Faced with his father's dick, Scorpius drew himself up to his knees with a soft, breathless chuckle. Shaking and jerking at his dick, Draco came against his son's mouth, and Scorpius swallowed the thick come, massaging his father's balls.
When all was said and done, Scorpius watched Harry zip up and leave. Before he exited the office, he whispered something into Draco's ear, and both men exchanged a knowing grin.
Scorpius thought he might have been able to come a third time just seeing that.
*****
"What does that mean, 'you're retiring'?" Albus asked, making a face. "Does that mean you're not interested in snogging my dad or sister anymore?"
"You could say that," Scorpius said, shrugging.
While Scorpius hadn't had much of a desire to meditate on his motives for seducing his father and Harry, Scorpius was sure that for now he was more interested in the simpler things in life. After all, he knew exactly what he wanted now, and what he wanted had absolutely nothing to do with his father or Harry Potter. Right now, he wanted to fuck Albus Potter silly.
"Why don't you just count your lucky stars that I chose you over your dad, your sister, my dad, and everyone else?"
"Really?" Albus' cheeks had gone pink, his green eyes alight with desire. Scorpius watched the way Albus' licked his lips, that little metal ball glinting in the dim candlelight.
"Yeah, really," Scorpius mocked, rolling his eyes. "Why else would I be handcuffing you to my bed about to give you the shagging of your life? Now, sit still while I put this gag in your mouth and be a good boy."