Title: Just Following Orders [Remus/Harry/Neville]
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 for angry buttsex, double penetration,
cross-generational slash.
Summary: Molly's handing out orders, and Remus is obeying the letter of
them, if not the spirit.
A/N: Angry!Neville! how can this not be great?! For Stepps for the
August round of the Pornish_Pixies Fantasy Fest.
"Remus," Molly said, arms crossed, "you have to do
something."
Why did he have to do something, Remus wanted to
know. Why couldn't anybody else in the house do something? Why did
everybody think he was going to step up and fill Sirius' shoes for
Harry? Why couldn't they just let him lie down and wallow in his misery?
Molly was still staring at him.
"Fine," he grunted, and shuffled past her into the
kitchen.
On opposite sides of the kitchen table, Harry and
Neville were both slouched in chairs, heads flopped on their crossed
arms, glaring at each other dully.
"Fuck off," Harry said.
"No, you fuck off," Neville replied.
"You fuck off."
"You fuck off."
"You fuck off."
"You fuck off."
"Boys," Remus interrupted, leaning against the
counter for support, "all you've done for the last two weeks is sit
here and curse at each other. Don't you think you could find something
more constructive to do?"
"Fuck off," Harry and Neville said in unison.
"I appreciate," Remus gritted his teeth, "that both
of you have lost someone close to you this summer, but this is really
not…"
"Shove it, Professor," Harry interrupted.
"Molly's already given us that load of shit,"
Neville added. "And Dumbledore, and McGonagall, and Shacklebolt, and
Tonks, and Snape would have if Harry hadn't set fire to his robes."
"And Moody," Harry finished. "But at least his had
swears in."
"Right," Neville nodded. "So fuck off."
"Listen, you two," Remus' patience finally snapped,
"I don't give a flying fuck what you do, I don't care if you lock
yourself in a room upstairs and do nothing but have each other off for
the rest of the summer! But do it someplace else, for fuck's sake, so
Molly will let me be miserable in peace!"
Neville and Harry exchanged raised eyebrows, then
promptly went back to their original discussion, ignoring Remus.
"This is your fault," Harry reported casually. "If
you weren't such a whingy little loser, I could've been helping Sirius
instead of saving your sorry arse."
"If you weren't such a sociopathic mental case,"
Neville replied, "maybe a few people could've been guarding my gram
instead of baby-sitting you."
"If you weren't such a incompetent tit, Voldemort
would've gone after you in the first place."
"Fuck off."
"You fuck off."
"You fuck…"
"OUT!" Remus roared, pointing to the door. "OUT
RIGHT NOW!"
Glaring at Remus balefully, the two teenagers got to
their feet as slowly as possible and stomped out of the room. As their
footsteps clomped up the stairs, Remus rubbed his temples and
considered skipping his Wolfsbane this month just so he could eat
somebody.
Unfortunately for Remus' peace, the boys took his
advice a bit more literally than he had intended.
"Remus," Molly said, arms crossed, "you have to do
something."
"Dammit, Molly!" Remus snarled. He clenched his
fingers around his book and wished it were this infernal meddling
woman's neck. "You wanted them to stop laying around and cursing at
each other, and they did! Go cook something, can't you?!"
"It's unnatural!" Molly insisted, fixing her beady
eyes firmly on Remus as though it were his fault that Harry and Neville
had locked themselves in a room upstairs and were having each other off
as though they intended to do nothing else for the rest of the summer.
"They need a male role model!"
"If you don't want them buggering each other," Remus
snapped, "than perhaps someone who isn't a GREAT FLAMING HOMOSEXUAL
should be their bloody role model!"
Molly's gaze never wavered.
"Fine!" Remus shouted, slamming his book down on the
desk. "I'll take care of it!" Remus stood up abruptly, sending his
chair to the floor with a crash and marched out of the room,
shouldering Molly aside.
"And don't give them any more ideas!" she called
after him.
"Why don't you clean something, woman!" Remus yelled
without turning around.
Once up the second flight of steps to the third
floor, a series of loud thumps and muffled cursing was readily audible
from the last room on the right, even through the closed door. When
Remus reached the door, it was, as reported, locked tight from the
inside, and a half-hearted Alohamora effected nothing. Rolling his
eyes, Remus backed up a few steps, then rammed the door with his
shoulder, and the lock gave way with a sharp crack.
The door slammed open to reveal a very naked Harry
and Neville staring dispassionately at him from the four-poster bed,
sheets in a hopeless tangle underneath them. Harry's wrists were tied
to a bedpost by somebody's Gryffindor tie. Neville was crouched
over him, having evidently won the last struggle for dominance, two
fingers buried knuckle-deep in Harry's arse. Both boys were covered in
sweat and sported an impressive array of bruises, and the room reeked
of sex.
"Well?" Neville asked. "If you've come to yell, get
on with it."
"We'll just carry on, if you don't mind," Harry
added, thrusting against Neville's fingers as best he could while bound
and with one of Neville's hands pressing him firmly down into the bed.
"S'nothing we haven't heard five times already today. Although you’re
the first to break down the door."
"Unless you want to join in?" Neville raised an
eyebrow. "Harry's not picky about whose cock goes in where." He gave a
little wriggle with the fingers inside Harry as punctuation, and Harry
made a greedy noise. "He's a rather desperate bottom."
"Oh," Harry snapped, "and I suppose that was the
other Neville in the room whining 'fuck me harder, Harry' this morning!"
It wasn't as though Remus didn't know how bad an
idea this was. It was just that, really, he didn't care, and turning
down rough, angry sex with willing teenage boys sure wasn't going to
bring Sirius back. In fact, if there was anything that would bring
Sirius back, it probably would be the offer of rough, angry sex with
willing teenage boys.
Remus kicked the door shut. Which was stupid,
because he'd just broken the lock.
His robes were on the floor before Remus realized
he'd already made a decision, and his shirt was mostly undone by the
time he reached the bed. Neville stopped what he was doing to watch,
despite Harry's frustrated cursing. Shedding his trousers, Remus sat on
the very end of the bed and motioned Neville forward with a finger.
"Just where do you think you're going?" Harry
demanded as Neville slid his fingers out of Harry and crawled over
towards Remus. Neville gave Harry a wink before throwing a knee over
Remus' legs and settling into his lap. Running a hand down Neville's
bare back, Remus smirked at Harry over Neville's shoulder and got a
snarl in return from the bound Gryffindor.
While Neville ground against him, Remus glanced down
to see an impressive purple blotch across Neville's hip that was
vaguely the shape of several clenching fingers. Remus pressed his own
palm over the mark firmly, and Neville arched against him with a
groan.
"Like it rough, do you?" Remus didn't wait for an
answer, but bent his head to nip Neville's shoulder. The way Neville
cursed and clutched at Remus' arse was answer enough.
Meanwhile, Harry was less than enthralled by the
show.
"One of you bastards better get back over here and
fuck me RIGHT NOW!" he shouted. He was struggling against the tie
binding him to the bedpost, and stretching out as far down the bed as
he could, but the best he could manage was to poke Neville in the rear
with his big toe. "HEY! I'm talking to YOU! Go find your own toy, you
flea-bitten MUTT!"
"Think somebody wants some attention." Remus gave a
cruel smile to Harry as he thrust deliberately against Neville.
"Hmm," Neville agreed, "too bad he seems a bit tied up at the moment…"
"You're going to PAY for that!" Harry snarled,
yanking his bound wrists forward so hard the canopy of the bed rattled.
"I'm going to fuck you into next week, Longbottom!"
Chuckling, Remus whispered something into Neville's
ear, and the boy nodded vigorously with an evil grin. Before Harry
could demand to know what was going on, Remus and Neville had pounced
on him and were flipping him over onto his stomach, his wrists sliding
cooperatively in the slippery fabric of the still-knotted tie. Neville
wriggled underneath Harry while Remus pushed Harry up on his knees and
slid a test finger inside him.
"He's ready," Neville snickered darkly, adjusting
his position so that his cock was rubbing right behind Harry's balls.
Remus used his free hand to stroke Neville's cock, circling his thumb
over the slick head. "Trust me."
Neville was right indeed, and Remus obligingly moved
his hand to Harry's hips and slid him down firmly onto Neville.
"About fucking time," Harry groaned, sitting up and
sliding his knees apart to take Neville deeper. Remus watched with
hooded eyes as Neville urged Harry's hips up, then pushed him back down
hard, just enjoying the view as he gave his own erection a few slow
strokes. After another moment of aesthetic appreciation, Remus leaned
forward to lay a finger against Neville's cock so that Harry came down
over both.
"What…" Harry looked over his shoulder at Remus as
best he could while still bound, and Remus smiled with a lot of teeth
as he added a second finger alongside Neville's cock thrusting into
Harry.
"Looks like you've been losing more wrestling
matches than winning, eh, Harry?" Remus teased as Harry's
already-stretched hole accepted the added width readily. Remus pulled
his fingers away and threw a knee over Neville hips to edge his cock up
close to Neville's. "Good thing too."
Wrapping arms around Harry's chest to hold him
steady, Remus pushed into Harry alongside Neville in a series of
brutal, shallow thrusts. Whimpering, Harry stiffened in Remus' arms,
but the werewolf didn't stop, merely lapped at the sweat gathering in
Harry's collarbone and ordered him quietly to relax. Entire body
trembling, Harry let out a deep breath and slumped against Remus'
chest, and Remus gave a final shove to sheath himself entirely in
Harry, cock pressed tightly against Neville's.
"Fuck," Neville said softly, eyes wide. He gave a
tentative shift with his hips, and the slide of their cocks inside
Harry made Remus hiss air through his teeth. Harry gave a weak moan.
"God yes," Remus breathed, flexing his thighs to
give a real push that made Harry and Neville both cry out. Dropping a
hand to curl around Harry's cock, Remus closed his eyes and began to
thrust in earnest, drinking in the helpless noises pouring from Harry's
open mouth, and heated curses from Neville's.
Neville gave a harsh cry and slumped back against
the pillows, and Remus dimly felt him slip out of Harry. Letting go of
Harry's chest for a moment, Remus reached forward to wrench the
slipknot of the tie loose, freeing Harry's wrists to fall to the bed on
either side of Neville. Unsupported by either Neville or Remus, Harry
tipped forward and caught himself on his elbows.
"S'fucking brilliant," Neville whispered, and Remus
saw him pull Harry down by the hair for a kiss as he pounded Harry's
arse mercilessly, still wanking Harry hard.
"Come for me, you little brat," Remus ordered,
panting, and Harry finally spilt over his hand and Neville's chest, and
Neville's kiss couldn't swallow all of the high keening that
accompanied it.
Both hands free to grip Harry's hips, Remus forced
him to just the right angle and gave up control, burying himself deep
in Harry's come-slicked arse and letting the fire of his orgasm pour
out of him.
Harry's arms gave out when Remus stopped supporting
his own weight, and Neville gave a grunt as both of the others fell on
top of him. All three of them lay in a sweaty, gasping, sexed-out heap,
too exhausted too feel anything at all for at least a few minutes.
The door slammed open suddenly, and Remus didn't
have to turn his head to know it was Molly storming in, not that he
would have moved even if he'd had the energy.
"REMUS LUPIN! WHEN I SAID YOU HAD TO DO SOMETHING…"
"Fuck off," Remus, Harry, and Neville said in
unison.
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