Re-post: Pillowcase (Remus/Severus/Sirius NC-17)
Re-post from not long ago at all.
Title: Pillowcase Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Remus/Severus/Sirius Kink(s): threesome Challenge: Re-post Notes: Originally written for the lovely nehalenia. This is my first post to the comm! Yay!
Remus was awake, every attempt to settle his mind and drift to sleep a failure. He was thrilled, and tingling, and drunk, and terrified about what had just happened. Dislodging himself from the bed, he crept to the old chair across the room and sat down.
The image before him was too unfathomably perfect. He couldn’t breathe, afraid that he would wake himself, that the last few hours had indeed been a dream. After all, he had woken from this dream many times in the past.
Inexplicably, their two heads had ended up on the same pillow, the one with his old pillowcase covering it. He wouldn’t risk the hexes from either of them if he told them this, but he adored the fact that he could not tell whose long black hair was whose, what with Sirius’s face burrowed against the back of Severus’s neck. He loved that he could see the rise of fall of their chests, breathing together, in peaceful harmony for once.
Earlier, he had walked in on a bitter quarrel, something about Harry and the full moon and Dumbledore, just meaningless shouting, audible all the way down the hall. Somehow his intervention had calmed them down, and the offer of conciliatory fire whiskey was accepted, though with hard eyes and through clenched teeth. Remus knew they would both try, for him, and only him. He was wise enough to start them with double shots, and a drinking game, but honestly he had no other intention than to calm them down.
Honestly.
It was good whiskey. It went down easy.
It was Sirius, of course, who started it, who ran his hand along Remus’s back between rounds of shots, casting a superior glance at Severus, and naturally Severus wouldn’t let that go, his possessive eyes narrowing, hand reaching over and touching Remus’s hair. Remus was drunk, of course, but he was not sure where he got the nerve moments later to kiss Severus in front of Sirius, holding Sirius’s hand tight so that he would not leave. He wasn’t sure when Sirius started kissing his neck while Severus kissed his lips, but he certainly didn’t move to stop it, even when he saw the glares still passing between his two lovers, even while their lips were on his skin.
Sometime later, they had stumbled into Remus’s bedroom, and there was only a blur of physical sensations, of mouths and fingers, of being passed back and forth in some sort of macho show of virility, each of them trying to outdo the other, for Remus. Remus was shocked into ecstatic consciousness only when he realized that Sirius was spooned behind him, fucking him with his fast, short thrusts, in the way only he knew how, and Severus was facing him, pressed against his length, both of their cocks in his hand, slowly pulling him closer to the edge, tongue exploring his mouth, eyes open, in the way only he knew how.
Just before he came, Remus, from his haze of pleasure, knew he’d seen it, Sirius reaching over his head, grabbing Severus by the back of the neck, and kissing him, deep and long and hard. He’d seen it, and then cascaded over the edge of oblivion.
Now, in the dark, he watched them sleep, nestled together on his pillowcase.
The pillowcase was his oldest possession, kept since childhood, worn thin and soft with the years. He’d kept it with him during all of his wanderings, learning early on that if he put his own familiar pillowcase on a strange pillow, he felt at home, at least a little.
Over the years, both of their heads had rested on that pillowcase, many times.
Remus tried not to think about tomorrow, about the consequences, the inevitable misery that would follow when they realized what they had done. Instead, he focused on burning the memory into his brain, those two most loved faces, slumbering together, on his tattered old pillowcase, his home.