Third Place - Angst

Draco tested the door handle and found it locked, as expected.

"Draco," Harry murmured plaintively as he pressed up against Draco's back. "Please."

"I'm getting there," Draco assured as he pulled out his wand and tried a few unlocking spells but the door remained secured. Harry again rubbed up against the blonde's back and Draco's eyes lit with insight. He pivoted to face Harry.

"Look, Harry, we need to get inside," Draco began.

"Then knock," Harry suggested as he rubbed his hands up Draco's arms. Draco pulled them back down and forced Harry to pay attention.

"That won't work. He won't let us in. But you can." Draco pulled Harry to stand in front of the oak door. With his hands on the anxious Gyffindor's arms, Draco began to murmur in Harry's ear. "Open the door, Harry. Don't shake your head no. You can do this. Now, think of that door opening and letting us go through."

"Draco, what is this going to do?" Harry began to push back into Draco, rubbing and tilting his head back to allow access. He was suddenly rudely shaken.

"Focus!" Draco said harshly. Then he gentled his tone. "Alright, you remember when I moved the ground, yeah? Well, you can do some pretty wicked magic yourself. All you have to do is open that door. You don't need your wand. Just think about the door opening. See it opening and us walking into the room." Harry began pushing back into Draco again. "You want that don't you?" Draco asked seductively. Harry nodded distractedly. "You want me inside you, right?" Another nod. "Then open that door, Harry and I will be."

Harry had no idea what Draco was on about but he was willing to do anything to have the blonde fulfill his promise. He concentrated on the door and suddenly the desire to please popped up and wanted to obey Draco's wishes. Harry visualized the door unlocking, that all wards and charms and hexes were nullified and that he and Draco were happily passing through the entryway.

Nothing happened.

"Draco," Harry whined," I can't. Let's just..." He again attempted to push back on what he wanted. But Draco shoved Harry away from him.

"Fine. If you won't do it, then you'll have to sleep alone." Draco made to walk away. "May as well sleep in Gryffindor Tower because you will not be anywhere near me."

"No, Draco! Please!" Harry reached out to grab hold of the blonde but Draco forced his hand away.

"You've made your choice, Potter," Draco said nastily. "Now deal with it."

Harry was inconsolable, believing that Draco was abandoning him. Leaving him when Harry needed him desperately. He had to obey Draco's request. He had to! Harry turned back to the door and thought of it as open. He needed that door open and free of any restraints. Draco's footsteps rang loudly in Harry's ears and he redoubled his efforts frantically. He had to open that door. He couldn't disappoint Draco because then Draco would leave and he needed Draco. The door had to be open. Now. It had to open now!

A slam was heard and Harry opened his eyes. He could see clearly into the potion master's dark chamber. Harry quickly spun around to find Draco and was greeted by a smirk and arms catching him before he ran into the blonde.

"Very good, Harry," Draco murmured. "I knew you could do it. You just needed the proper incentive." Harry was spun back around and the two young men entered the shadowy room.

It was quite a nice room, really, Harry thought in some part of his brain. Very well decorated in maroons and grays. Expensive looking furniture were scattered about and through an open door Harry could see a huge bed. Harry wanted to get closer to that bed.

"Get out."

Harry's head spun to the direction of the enraged voice. Snape stood in his shirt and trousers and nothing else. His pale face was screwed up into a mask of rage and Harry was not a little afraid. But Draco remained calm and merely pulled Harry to stand in front of him.

"He wants you," the Slytherin said to his Head of House. "He is in second phase, how can you resist?" With a wave of his wand Draco shut and locked the door again.

"Leave immediately. I will not repeat myself again," Snape hissed. Suddenly Harry was pushed forward and landed in a heap at the potion master's feet. Before those feet could move back, Harry grasped hold and used the leverage to drag himself up, rubbing his body the entire length of the other man.

"Potter, get out," Snape's voice was hard with desperation. He roughly seized Harry to throw him away but stopped when Draco spoke.

"He wants you," he said again. "He wanted you earlier and he wants you now. He wants both of us." His voice was smooth with only a hint of breathlessness. Draco came slowly towards the pair. Snape had yet to let go of Harry and Harry was taking advantage of that. Draco had gotten him to such a fever pitch that there was no hint of composure or poise in his movements. Just desperate need.

"No," Snape bit out, "he does not. He is being controlled by his animal urges. You are manipulating those urges for your own satisfaction. He and I are not playthings, Draco. You will cease acting like a spoilt child with new toys!"

"Harry?" Draco asked smoothly, ignoring Snape's accusations. "What did I promise you? What did I say you'd get if we came here?"

Harry stilled long enough to look into black eyes. He spoke with rapid breathing and slight moans mixed with his words. "You said I'd get four hands, two mouths, two tongues and two cocks. When one of you finished the other could begin." Harry was feverish with need and began pushing against the restraints of Snape's hands in earnest. "Please, please. I opened the door. Please, I need you."

With eyes closed, Snape muttered, "Just once. It would make him roll in his grave. It's worth it. Just once." It appeared he had fought an inner battle and the demon won. With a growl, Snape slammed Harry's body into his own and went after the sweet scent hidden in Harry's neck. Harry cried out in happiness and his hands raked up and down the professor's back. Then he felt another set of hands caress his own and a warm weight against his back. He was cocooned between his Superos and Harry was beyond euphoric. Draco's mouth worked one side of his neck and Severus worked the other. Harry's senses were on overload and he couldn't decide what to do with his hands, with his body. He wanted to do everything. He pushed back into Draco and mewled when Draco responded with a thrust of his hips. He pushed forward into Severus and gasped in pleasure when Snape bit down hard on his neck. Harry began to pull at Severus's shirt collar, trying to get enough distance between the three of them to get at the warm scented skin he craved.

Draco pulled away and began ripping away at Harry's school robe and shirt. Harry had enough room then to begin making better progress at Severus's shirt. Some how, without Snape losing connection with his neck, all three Indago were naked from the waist up. Harry was enveloped in hot skin and his mind lost all track of time and he could only focus on sensations. The cooling trail where a tongue ran from his nape to his lower back. The feel of his ear lobe being nibbled and pulled. The soft rasp as material moved along his bare legs. Hands clawing at his belly and thighs. It was all unbelievably good.

Harry awoke from the dream of sensations as he was flung hard onto the bed he had admired earlier. He landed on his back and saw two naked Superos approaching him. They were finely muscled, even Snape. This should have surprised Harry because he remembered joking with the other Gryffindor boys about Snape having to pad his robes to even look like a beanpole. But Harry wasn't surprised, just satisfied that they were coming to him. Draco came round to the foot of the bed and climbed up. He sat near Harry's side and began pushing him over onto his stomach. Snape came forward and laid a hand on the younger Slytherin.

"Leave him there," he ordered. Draco looked perplexed.

"Why? We're here to fuck him."

Snape pushed Draco away roughly. "Because he is not aroused, dolt."

"What the hell does that matter?" Draco burst out in frustration. Again he was shoved roughly away. He crawled up to the head of the bed out of reach of Snape.

"You have had him numerous times and he has yet to be aroused?" Snape asked with a growl. "I shall have to refrain from writing to your father about this amazing lack of intelligence on your part."

Harry had gotten impatient with all the talking and was starting to get up onto his hands and knees to move this show along. But Snape's hand on his belly stopped him where he was and Harry obligingly laid back down. The hand on his belly dropped lower until it rested on his soft member. It immediately twitched and Harry enjoyed the warmth the hand was emitting. Then the hand did something wonderful. It moved. It stroked him like he would have done in his own bed late at night in Gryffindor Tower. Except that this felt a hundred times better. Harry moaned as he hardened completely and the hand still moved. It stroked slowly and squeezed tightly every few passes. Then the thumb would circle around the crown and the slit. It was amazing! It felt so good, so perfect.

"Gods! What is that?"

Harry rolled his head just a bit to see Draco sniffing the air like a dog. He would have laughed if he had been capable of anything more coherent than a moan. The thumb swept over his slit again and then pulled away showing Draco its treasure.

"That," Severus said in answer, "is his ejaculate. Or more concisely, his pre-come."

Draco crawled forward and sniffed at Severus's hand. "That smells... Gods, that smells brilliant!" he exclaimed.

"Yes, and that is why we make sure he is aroused." Snape brought his wonderful hand back to Harry's length and resumed his stroking. "If you had been more than a selfish child you would have found this delectable treat much sooner. As smart as you think you are, Draco, you still have a lot to learn."

"Uh huh." Draco was entranced with Harry's reactions now. Harry was beyond noticing as his body was played like a tightly strung harp by both of the other men. Draco began nuzzling at Harry's groin and then began working his way up the subicio's writhing body, nibbling and licking. "It's coming out of his pores!" came the muffled cry as Draco smelled each body part. Snape merely smirked and quickened his pace. Just as Harry was sure he could stand it no longer, the hand pulled away.

"No," Harry cried at the loss. "Please. More."

"Not yet," Severus said and then began his own exploration by mouth. Harry felt like a feast for the other two. Hands and mouths were everywhere. He moaned as Severus dragged his tongue over a hardened nipple and tugged at it with his teeth. Draco was licking up and down his thighs. Harry couldn't take anymore.

"Please. I need you. I need you inside of me. Please," he moaned piteously to either one that would listen.

Snape grabbed Draco by the hair and flung him towards the head of the bed again. Then he maneuvered Harry onto his stomach and pulled him roughly to his knees.

"Move up, Harry," he instructed. He used his knees to push Harry up towards where Draco was sprawled. Harry found himself on his hands and knees between Draco's spread thighs with Snape between his own legs.

"Harry," Draco called, getting the smaller Indago's attention. Harry looked up and Draco stuck his finger in Harry's mouth. The taste of salt and sex hit Harry's tongue and his eyes lit up in hunger. "Like that, did you?" Draco asked. "Then have more, Harry, have more." Draco ran his hands through Harry's hair and, using it, guided Harry down to his straining and weeping cock. Harry wrapped his lips around the hard length and began sucking at the tip. He inhaled Draco's scent deeply and came down on his elbows to get closer.

Hands at his backside diverted Harry's attention for a moment and then he was being entered. It felt wonderful, perfect and exactly right. Harry was so happy that he pulled deeply on Draco's cock.

"That's it," Draco whispered in appreciation. Severus pushed all the way in and stopped. Harry whimpered at the loss of movement but he needn't have worried because not a second later and Severus was moving. His forceful thrusts were driving Harry further onto Draco's rod. With each brutal push, Harry took more of Draco into his mouth until finally Harry had the entire length in his mouth. Harry couldn't have been happier. Both his Superos were inside him. He was pleasing them both. And then, it became even better when Severus's wonderful hand found him again and stroked in time to the potion master's thrusts and Draco's cock hitting the back of his throat. And then it became too much. All the sensations, touch, sight, smell, taste, sound, all became one and crystallized into absolute perfection. With a muffled cry and tears in his eyes, Harry exploded. His body was racked with shivers as he came.

"Oh fuck!" Draco cried out frantically. Both of his hands were in Harry's hair as he rocked forward and emptied into Harry's mouth. Another moment later and there was a violent cry above him and Harry felt heat flood him and Severus's weight fall limply on his body. Harry's strength gave out and his knees slid out from underneath him. He succumbed to unconsciousness with his head pillowed in Draco's lap and Severus covering his body and the overwhelming feeling of happiness and rightness flooding his veins.

Indago - Chapter 35

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