A/N: Yes, I know I promised Severus…tomorrow he makes another appearance.
He and Arthur did make it back in time for dessert, a sinful caramel custard. Lucius announced that there would be dancing and gaming in the ballroom. They entire group followed the Lord of the Manor down the long hallway. It was covered with portraits of Malfoy ancestors, all with the white-blond hair and grey eyes. Of course, there were catcalls and mutterings as the assembly passed.
Immense double doors were opened and the polished wood floor practically glowed with the refection of candlelight. The ceiling soared more than two stories high, the walls pale ivory with heavy decorative Roman relief mouldings covered in gold leaf, and the windows were all the size of French doors with large palladium windows above. There was a string quartet in one corner and half the room was filled with gaming tables. Sparks showered from the roulette wheel, a Malfoy ghost manned the blackjack table, there were two baccarat tables and a table with a poker game he couldn’t identify. Curiously that was also a table with a Muggle London Monopoly game on it. Certainly surprising in a pureblood’s home, but Lucius had been surprising in his rise through the Ministry after the war so perhaps it wasn’t so unexpected.
The quartet started playing a waltz and Harry took Hermione out on the dance floor. Remus scanned the room and saw Severus sit down at a baccarat table. He considered for a moment, baccarat not really being his game, but Severus was there. A flash of red outside a window caught his eye. He saw it, again. The third time he saw a distinctive red ponytail. He slipped out a door he’d noticed in an alcove covered by a drapery.
The one man was from his hair colour and ponytail, obviously, Bill Weasley; Remus crept closer. He almost gasped aloud when he saw the dragon-tattooed arm that wrapped around the man to grab his arse. Remus collected himself and then called out in a low voice to the two men. They stopped moving abruptly.
“Bill?”
Bill slowly turned.
“You’re visible from inside if someone is paying attention.”
Bill and Charlie gave each other a long look, and Remus could see a smirk come to Charlie’s face. They strode to where Remus was standing.
“Don’t mind a bit of an audience, really. Of course, our dad probably would have a heart failure if he’d seen.” Charlie said as he slipped behind Remus.
Bill stepped in front of him. Remus glanced about, he was somewhere between wary and yet slightly amused. Bill reached up and drew a finger across his cheekbone, pushing back a lock of long wavy hair and running his finger over the shell of Remus’ ear.
“We’d like you to join us.” Bill said in a low suggestive growl.
“Yes, we would.” Charlie agreed and he pressed his cock against Remus’ cleft.
He hesitated a moment, but why? This, the architecture and the food was what he’d come for.
“We don’t bite,” murmured Charlie as he pressed his nose against Remus’ neck.
He’d never been a part of a threesome. Without another thought, Remus stretched his neck and tilted his head back in a gesture of submission. Bill immediately pounced on the exposed throat and nipped it.
Remus chuckled. “Thought you didn’t bite.”
“We lied.“ Charlie said blithely as he brushed Remus’ hair aside to nibble his neck.
“There’s an alcove just inside that door…”
“A notice-me-not charm.”
Remus wasn’t released as they walked together, the gait was awkward, but the bumping was exceptional. They slipped in through the door, Charlie immediately dowsing the light and casting the charm. Their eyes took a moment to adjust, but the light that filtered around the drapes was quite sufficient. Remus became the filling of the wizard sandwich they were making. Bill kissed him, and then Charlie and then worked back again. There were hands everywhere, along with firm bums and hard cocks. Remus didn’t know how they managed it without speaking, but suddenly their clothes were gone.
The slide of lightly furred, warm skin was addictive, and it was all around him.
“Will you be in the middle?” whispered Bill.
Remus nodded and his cock jumped. Bill reached a hand down and stroked their cocks together. Charlie groaned as he rubbed his stiff cock against Remus’ cleft.
“Not this time little brother, he’s mine.”
Bill kissed him and twisted one sensitive nipple as he cast a lubrication charm; he muttered a second one that Remus assumed was meant for Charlie. Then Bill reached over Remus’ shoulder to kiss Charlie again.
“Turn around, both hands on the wall Charlie.”
Charlie complied.
“You’re next, but your hands can go wherever they like.”
Remus turned around and rested his hands on Charlie’s arse. Charlie groaned and wiggled. Bill cast a silencing charm. Charlie’s arse wiggled again, and Remus couldn’t stifle his own moan. He pressed his cock against Charlie’s opening and pushed. The head slipped in and he stilled.
“More, Remus.”
Remus attempted to go slowly, but Bill was entering him and pushed him directly into Charlie.
“Oh, fuck.”
“Did I hurt you?”
“No, do it again.”
They set up a rhythm that was not too fast. The sounds of slapping flesh and low guttural noises spurred them to hurry on. Charlie tried to move one hand off the wall, but he couldn’t balance. “Touch me, Remus, touch me!”
Remus waited for Bill’s next thrust, and then reached for Charlie’s cock. He pumped it hard, as he could feel Bill getting bigger and his breathing had become more erratic. Remus bit Charlie’s shoulder and Charlie let loose a scream and came in long ropes all over the wall. Bill erupted at that moment, the contractions of Charlie’s tight arse sent Remus over the edge as well.
They remained tangled together as they stood, waiting for their breathing to return to normal and their cock to slip from their havens. Finally, they moved apart.
Charlie grinned looking quite cheeky. “Best sandwich, ever. Eh, Bill?”
Remus had bent to pick up his clothes; Bill bent along side him to whisper in his ear. “He’s right, that was the best ever.”
Did one need to say thank you for that? They dressed silently.
“You first, Remus.” Bill pointed at the curtain.
“Dad will want to talk about why we didn’t make it to dinner, and you don’t need to get caught up in that!”