[FIC] Both. Equally.: Luna/Dean/Seamus :: gift for attilatehbun Title: Both. Equally. Author/Artist: Recipient:attilatehbun Pairing: Luna, Dean, Seamus Rating: R Word Count: ~2650 Warnings: Infidelity Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. Summary: Dean loves them both. Equally. Author's Notes:attilatehbun, I hope you enjoy this. I took your requests for not-strictly-linear narrative structure to heart while playing with your request of established versus getting together relationships. To my betas, merci beaucoup times a million (of course, all remaining mistakes are my own). To thescarletwoman - you have the patience of a saint to put up with me. Thank you for running this fest.
Dean has Seamus bent over the arm of the sofa, hands spearing into hair while mouths ravage, searching for new untouched flesh. This is exactly how it should be. Even though it shouldn't be at all.
"Marry me," Dean whispers against Luna's lips as he kisses her.
"Oh, Dean," she whispers back before taking his hand. "Of course."
Luna hums contentedly to herself. There's always a new song for her to sing as she goes about her day. This is, by far, one of the happiest days of her life. People would (and do) think she's rather odd for it but her favourite day was the day that Hogwarts was attacked. She'd lost plenty of friends in the battle, of course she had, but she'd also had her hand held for the first time ever and she'd been seen as a person. A real honest-to-god person. There hadn't been a Loony Luna Lovegood since that day and that counted, oh how that counted.
Partially, she thanks Dean for that. He'd grabbed a hold of her and hadn't let go until the night had long since past. Truth be told, he still hasn't let go. She loves him for that even though she can see that she isn't the only one he loves.
"You love him," she says as she contemplates the ring on her finger.
"Course I do; what with that best mates thing and all."
"Seamus, don't play dumb with me. You love him and I love him."
"But he loves you and that's what counts."
"Will you just touch me?" Seamus demands as he leans forward and bites at Dean's lips. Dean pulls back but Seamus perseveres, capturing Dean's lower lip and sucking it in deep while nipping at it to keep it trapped there. "Just touch me."
"I'm to be married." The announcement comes out slurred what with the trapped lip and all. It's all the more heartbreaking for it. Seamus lets go of Dean's lip, steps back and folds his arms behind him.
"Pardon?" he blurts out.
"He loves you, too," she says and it's barely a struggle to keep her tone serene. It's taken her years to reconcile to the fact that Dean might love her but he loves Seamus. There isn't another for either of them to take first place in their hearts. They've been best mates since they were eleven and no one can really compete with that. That's why Luna decides not to compete at all. She could grow to love Seamus as much as she loves Dean, after all.
The day of the wedding dawns bright and sunny. It's a nice change from the weather they'd been having here in London lately. Seamus doesn't really care, though, he doesn't. It's Dean's wedding day and Seamus is bound and determined to stand next to his best mate and watch as he gets married to Luna Lovegood. Today isn't about him. It's about Dean and Luna.
Seamus bites his tongue, pushes the sense of pain and betrayal deep down inside and does his duty. He smiles as Dean fidgets, straightens that collar that never seems to want to lie flat and keeps that stupid fucking smile on his face as Dean looks at him. The look goes on forever and it's a moment that will stay with Seamus for forever, the way that Dean looks so torn between Seamus and Luna.
"You love her," he says as he lets go of Dean's clothes though all he wants to do is fist his hand in that fabric and hold on for dear life, plead for Dean to wake up and realise just what exactly they have together.
"I do. I do, Seamus, I do. So much," he answers back and quietly breaks Seamus's heart.
"Course he does. He didn't love me, I'm doing the best mates thing all wrong." Seamus looks to the side, unable to meet Luna's gaze as she serenely confronts Seamus about the secrets that they've all been hiding from one another.
Dean loves them both. Equally. It's why he married Luna, why he wants a family with her, why he loves her more than his next breath. But it's also why he continues to touch Seamus, why he can't get enough of him, why he risks Luna just for one more moment with Seamus.
It's also why he's fucking Seamus over the arm of the sofa in the flat that he shares with them both. Equally.
His guilt over the way that he's treating them both eats at him and makes him gentler than he's craving as he leans over Seamus and mouths his neck. Seamus moans and the noise overs the sound of the door opening.
"Seamus, please don't play dumb with me," she responds in that same even voice. She reaches out and touches his arm, letting her hand rest over his wrist. She can feel the way that his pulse skitters as he realises what she's saying. "I know you love each other the same as Dean and I love each other."
Seamus doesn't meet her gaze. Instead, he stares out over her shoulder as he whispers, "I'm sorry, Luna."
"Whatever for? The heart feels what the heart feels." She squeezes his wrist and then shifts so that she can entwine their fingers together. Finally, he stops looking over her shoulder and meets her gaze. "Now the question is, what do we do about this?"
Luna watches as Dean and Seamus take a spin on the dance floor, their hands held with fingers entwined. It's not something a lot of people would notice though Luna thinks that most men, when they dance together (if they dance together) would dance with their hands firmly clasped with no extra intimacies. She knows, as well, that most people, if they noticed, would think that was just Dean and Seamus.
It is just Dean and Seamus. That's part of what makes her smile sadly as she watches them.
"All right there, Luna?" Harry asks as he walks up, munching on a canape.
"Yes, Harry, thank you."
"You make a beautiful bride," he says as he watches Dean and Seamus dance. "Look at those two. They did the same at the Yule Ball."
"You're right, they did. I wonder if they…" she lets her voice trail off as all the different bits and pieces fall into place. All the little details – the hands, the touching, the looks, the flushed skin, the grins, the silent communications, the breathlessness, the awkward silences, the deep meaningful silences, the way that Seamus had seemed so lost after Dean proposed, the way that Seamus would scurry out of the flat some mornings and join her at breakfast other mornings – came crashing into focus.
They aren't just best mates. They're in love with one another.
"Do?" Seamus boggles at Luna.
"Yes, do. This can't go on the way that it is. Someday, Dean's going to break. I'd rather not be responsible for that."
"I can't give him up. I can't." Seamus feels lost at just the thought of it. If it's what Dean wants, he can do it but it would kill him if he had to.
"I'm not asking you to. I'm asking you to share." When she's done speaking, Seamus gapes and boggles more.
Dean bites down on Seamus's earlobe and is rewarded with an even louder moan. "Can't get enough of you, never get enough of you." He moves to Seamus's neck and bites down again, this time harder than he's ever dared before, hard enough to leave a mark.
"I love you," Seamus pants as he presses back against Dean and exposes his neck further.
"I love you, too, so much," Dean responds and kisses the mark he's left on Seamus. He's never dared to mark Seamus before, not with Luna down the hall and her knowing that Seamus doesn't date.
Seamus freezes, goes completely still and Dean wonders for a moment about the reason. Then he follows Seamus's gaze and straightens slightly, pulling his mouth away from Seamus's neck.
"Luna."
"Share? How? What?" Seamus is completely lost at the idea.
"I've a plan." When she goes on to detail the plan, Seamus sees both the simplicity and the complexity. There are a thousand ways this can backfire on them but all he wants to see is the way that this will fix them all.
Luna places her realisation into the back of her mind as Dean carries her into the flat and then kicks the door shut behind him.
"My wife," he breathes out as he kisses her, still holding her in his arms.
"My husband," she says back as she holds on to his neck and pulls him closer, mouths fusing in one of the hottest kisses she's ever experienced. Whoever said that married people didn't have hot sex obviously hadn't known Dean very well.
It's like her words set off something in him because he lets her feet touch the ground and his hands are everywhere, pushing down the open neck of her gown and pulling her breasts free of the confining fabric. He palms them while he kisses her, his mouth hot and needy over her own. "My wife," he punctuates every press of his lips with those whispered words.
Her arms can't go above Dean's waist with the way that he's pushed her dress down and trapped them. She can still pull his shirt from his waistband and then open his trousers, pushing them down his hips. They're barely inside the flat and all she can think of is the way that she wants him to prove that he loves her as much as she suspects he loves Seamus. Normally, she's not one prone to neediness nor one to issue demands of proof of love but right now, fresh from her wedding reception and watching Dean and Seamus share a moment during her wedding, she needs him to give her the words and actions. "Love me, Dean."
"I do. I will," he vows and fumbles with the fastenings of her gown. She'd picked a fairly simple gown – at least, she thought so – and laughs at the way that Dean can't figure out the way that it ties in the back. The crisscross is like an old-fashioned corset and Luna reaches back and unties the bow at her waist.
"There, that should help," she says sensibly as the tightness eases around her chest.
"Can't wait to get your gown off," he says and then hikes her back up, her skirt tumbling around them. "You think we can make it to the bedroom?"
"I'm sure we can." Now that she's higher, she's able to unbutton his shirt. After doing so, she pushes the fabric wide and then mouths his collarbone.
"I don't," he responds. He walks her over to the sofa and rests her arse there as he pulls her knickers off, pushes his trousers and pants down further and then pushes into her. She cries out at the suddenness of it. "You ok?"
"Wasn't expecting you to do that so soon. I thought you'd at least take off my dress," she chastises.
"Need you too much." He kisses her, tongues tangling together. When they break apart for a breath, he continues, "Love you too much."
He pulls back slightly and then thrusts back in again. She feels wanted and needed with the way that he couldn't even wait to undress himself let alone her. She will always treasure this sofa and the way that it will remind her of how much Dean loves her.
She can see the way that Seamus accepts her plan. They go over the details once more.
"I can explain everything," Dean says as he feels panic circling. The house of cards his life has become is tumbling down around him.
"I already know, Dean," she says as she walks towards him. Dean doesn't know what to do. He's bent over Seamus and Seamus is bent over the sofa. If he pulls out, Luna will see that he's still hard – even with panic and fear consuming him – for Seamus. There's no way he can explain this and convince her that it isn't what it looks like. He's well and truly trapped in a hell of his own design.
"You do?"
"She does," Seamus speaks up. His hand touches Dean on the hip and presses. It's small and real enough that Dean can feel the panic dissipate slightly.
Still focused on the ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod feeling, it takes him a minute to realise that Luna is pulling off her shirt and then unhooking her bra. The breasts that he'd sucked and licked just last night come tumbling free. He's denied an opportunity to say anything by both his astonishment and the way that his breath steals away from him as she unfastens her trousers and steps out of them as soon as they shimmy down her legs.
"It's time," she says and then takes off her knickers. She steps up beside where Dean and Seamus are tangled together and kisses his shoulder.
"Time?" he remarks rather stupidly.
"Time," Seamus says before reaching out a hand and touching Luna's naked hip. Dean stares at the way that Seamus's hand holds on to her flesh before realising just what it means.
"Yes, Dean, time." She kisses him then, with the same passion that she'd kissed him in the woods at Shell Cottage and then again after the Battle of Hogwarts. She kisses him like she can't quite conceive of anyone other than him. Only she's letting Seamus touch her, mirroring the way that he's currently touching Dean; his hand on both of their arses, pulling them closer to himself.
He breaks the kiss to look down and see the way that Luna cups Seamus's cheek in her hand, bringing him up to where both of them have their mouths millimetres from one another's. He'd never, ever, ever thought that this might possibly be the solution but it becomes blatantly obvious to him that this is the solution the two of them came up with, what with the way that Seamus and Luna kiss. He'd never imagined that he could have both openly, but a small kernel of hope starts burning deep in his gut as their mouths move in unison. Dean leans in and licks at their lips pressed together. Their mouths open and then all three of them are kissing. Dean can't figure out what tongue is from whom and he doesn't much care.
The hands cause the same amount of confusion with the way that they drift up and down his sides, tweaking a nipple or touching his arse. He pulls out of Seamus and then there are hands on his cock, too. Dean keeps his eyes closed to maintain the illusion of the three of them blending together. Instead, he grasps Seamus's cock in one hand while his other hand delves between Luna's legs. She's wet for him while Seamus is hard for him. This is the stuff of dreams buried so deep he's never acknowledged them.
Two hands hold on to his cock with fingers laced together; Dean can tell that one is Luna's and one is Seamus's. Mouths move so that he's kissing Luna while Seamus kisses his cheek, nips his earlobe, kisses his neck and then bites down on the flesh at the juncture of collarbone and neck. It isn't going to take much more before he comes, not with the way that they both know his body so well.
It's Luna's tongue tangling with his and Seamus's mouth feasting on him that overwhelms him, devours him and plunges him into a world of such amazing sensation that he cries out, a garbled mix of both 'Seamus' and 'Luna' on his lips. That hopeful kernel expands out, sweeping over him and consuming him as quickly as his orgasm has. This could work. This might just work. This would work.