"Announcing Your Place in the Family of Things 2/2", Teddy/James/Scorpius, NC-17

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Title: Announcing Your Place in the Family of Things
Author: traintracks
Threesome: Teddy/James/Scorpius
Additional Pairings: James/Scorpius, Teddy/James, (*background Harry/Draco* [highlight to read])
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 15,765

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James sat naked on his bed, stunned. When he heard the front door open and close, he assumed it was Teddy leaving – and his heart lurched in his chest – until he heard the muffled voices of his father and Draco Malfoy as they walked through the front hall to his dad's study.

James felt the dueling emotions of relief and shame. And fear. He wanted to ask his dad to fix everything, even though James knew this wasn't the kind of thing even the strongest wizard in the world could 'fix'. And he knew getting his father's help meant confessing everything – what he'd done. It meant being honest in his own heart…that he'd tricked Teddy Lupin, a man who had always seen him as a little brother, into having sex with him while he was too vulnerable and oblivious to know better.

He felt sick – physically sick as though he might vomit.

Merlin, how could he have been so bloody stupid? It'd be easy to blame Scorpius, of course; he'd been nearly coerced into it, hadn't he? Strongly persuaded was probably more like it. And yet, he'd wanted to do it. He'd wanted to with everything he was. Scorpius had never, not once, been able to get James to do something purely because Scorpius wanted it. James had turned him down time and again when the situation seemed too Slytherin for his tastes – when he thought someone might get hurt even though that was never Scorpius' intention. Foresight was not his boyfriend's strong suit.

He hadn't said no this time, and when it came right down to it, it was the worst kind of cowardice to blame a bloke who wasn't even in the bloody house at the time. At the scene of the crime. James' crime, and his alone.

He'd let Teddy fuck him, make love to him, under the worst kind of false pretenses. James knew he deserved whatever it was he had coming. He felt deep and horrible shame. But he felt something even worse than that – he felt incalculable pain and fear for Teddy, for what he'd done to him. The worst of it was that James knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that Teddy would die before he'd say anything against James. Teddy would protect James even now and keep this secret between them to his grave to spare James the shame and agony of anyone knowing what he'd done -- even if he could never forgive James. And really, why would he?

James swallowed the sick feeling and started fetching his clothes, his body still stubbornly singing in the aftermath of what he and Teddy had done. Christ, Teddy's beautiful cock has been so deep inside him just minutes before. He'd felt so full. James shivered, reluctantly performed a cleaning charm on himself, knowing he'd never feel Teddy's body close to his like that again. He dressed, fear and pain warring in his heart.

He had to tell Teddy how sorry he was. He had to somehow make him sit still long enough to listen. Maybe it wouldn't matter, but James had to finish that sentence. He had to tell Teddy that he hadn't done this on a lark or even just because he was, had always been, sexually attracted to him. He'd done it because he was stupid and he loved him – he bloody loved him -- and he just hadn't let himself think past that.

Walking down the hallway in his own house had never felt like such a journey toward indictment. When he got to Teddy's closed bedroom door, he hesitated with his hand ready to knock. Then he steeled himself, closed his eyes, and let his fist fall.

"Ouch!" James snatched his hand back, shaking it and then sticking his knuckles in his mouth. It wasn't a strong Shock Charm. James withdrew his wand and cast it over the door. No, the strong Shock Charm was three layers deep. James had just come up against the Stinging Shield.

James did the only thing he could think of: he performed the Silencing counter and then yelled, "Teddy! Teddy, are you in there?" He walked three paces down the hall and tried to knock on the wall instead. "Ouch! Shit," he hissed. He sucked on his abused hand some more, then yelled again, "Teddy, please, I'm so sorry!"

"Sorry about what?"

Bugger.

When James completely lost both the ability to speak and even breathe, his father repeated the question, coming off the last stair and down the hall toward him. "Sorry about what, James?"

And from the look on his dad's face, 'None of your bloody business, Dad,' was not going to work. James thought about lying. He more than thought about it.

"I, uh, we had a fight is all."

"You and Teddy had a fight? What about? Can I help?"

James sighed. "No, I don't think so. Well, unless you can get him to talk to me through all these spells."

His dad came to stand beside him. He hadn't even drawn his wand yet when he said, "Whoa," in a sort of awed voice. He pulled his wand and methodically moved it around the door's frame.

"I counted six," James said.

"Seven," his father answered. "He really doesn't want you in there." Then James saw the horrible realization dawn. "Teddy did magic." His dad looked at him in that way that always made James feel as though he had no true secrets. He gulped, and his dad went on. "He remembers something. Remembers a lot."

James nodded slowly.

"James, what the hell happened? I've never known you two to fight much at all, much less…" He gestured to the many wards Teddy had felt the need to conjure. "How did he remember and why did you fight? What happened, son?"

James felt his heart drop like an undigested bezoar into his stomach. Hot tears sprang to his eyes. "I did something terrible," he confessed. And then, because he could tell he was never going to be able to lie his way out of this, he told his father everything except the details. He stared at the floor the entire time, but even without looking up, he could feel his father bristling with anger and shock.

Once James had finished, his father breathed, "You – you what?"

James gulped, unable to meet his glaring eyes. He resolutely stared at the floor and simply whispered, "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry."

James swallowed. "Yes. I'm so very sorry. I—"

He stopped, because there were footsteps on the stairs. For one fleeting, hope-crested second, James thought it might be Teddy – that he wasn't in the warded room and had gone down to the kitchen for biscuits and was coming back up to find James and tell him he'd forgiven him and—

"These curses aren't going to break themselves," came Draco Malfoy's infamous drawl. "Did you get lost in your own house, Potter, or -- Oh." He looked between James and his father and then said, "Well, just tell me where you've hidden the bloody Ogden's then, and I'll wait."

"I haven't hidden it from you, Malfoy, I'm just out, but hold on. Unfortunately, this concerns you."

"Dad," James begged. His father's hard look discouraged any more words.

"First of all, how are you at Seeing past entry enchantment spells?"

Mr. Malfoy gave a considering face. "Better than fair." He drew his wand. "But you'll need to take down that Stinger first."

James watched silently as his father and Mr. Malfoy worked on the door.

"What about his privacy?" James interrupted once they'd removed two layers of wards.

"We're not taking them all down," his father explained, frowning in concentration. "Just enough to determine if he's even in there."

"You mean we're breaking into an empty room?" Mr. Malfoy sounded annoyed.

"I'm sorry we're not more exciting around here," his dad replied. "But if Teddy's not in there, we need to try to determine where he's gone, and I have a pretty good idea where it might be and that will interest you, Malfoy."

"What the bloody hell are you talking about, Potter?"

James looked at the floor again, his skin flaming hot with shame as his father, minus even more details this time, recounted what James had told him, including, of course, Scorpius' involvement.

"Scorpius persuaded you do this?" Mr. Malfoy's voice was soft but menacing.

James absolutely could not look at him. "No," he said. "No, I take full responsibility. I'm the one who… I'm the one." He finally brought his gaze up to meet his father's and flinched.

"Malfoy, can you get the parchments you brought over? The ones in the study?"

"Are you trying to get rid of me?"

"Bloody hell, did I not just ask you to come back? I think they could help with this."

Mr. Malfoy grumbled something about people being entitled, secretive gits, but he left down the stairs anyway.

His father rolled his eyes but then frowned at the door, hands on hips. After several seconds of pensive frowning, he turned to James. "James Sirius…" he sighed. "Did you want to hurt him?"

"No!" James shouted then calmed himself, though his heart still hammered mercilessly inside him. "Never. Dad, I…" He hesitated, casting a wary look toward the banister, wondering if Scorpius' dad could hear him still. He screwed up his courage. "I love him. I've always loved him." Tears blurred his vision, and he dropped his eyes to the carpet once more. "He's never been my brother," he said, letting the tears fall. "He's been…" He looked back up, forcing himself to face whatever disgust or revulsion he found in his father's face. "He's everything. Dad, Teddy's everything."

His father swallowed, and then he said something shocking: "I know."

James actually took a step back. "You know?" he squeaked.

"Would you want the Head Auror to be that obtuse?" his father rejoined. "So thick he doesn't even know his own son's heart?" He sighed hard. "I'd just hoped you wouldn't be so stupid about it, that's all. So selfish, James."

James' stomach clenched at the horrible word.

"But I suppose you had help, didn't you?" his father added tightly. "Bloody hell, if there is one thing worse than a Slytherin acting on his own, that's a Slytherin and a Gryffindor in cahoots, I swear to Merlin," he sighed, shaking his head. "Look. Once we find Teddy, I don't suppose I need to tell you that you need to make this as right as you can under the circumstances, and you need to do it right away, do you understand me?"

James nodded.

To his surprise then, his dad took him in his arms. "I'm disappointed in you, James. But you're a good person. You're a good man who made a mistake. And I know you didn't mean to hurt Teddy. I know that. All right?"

James sniffed and his father released him and went back to wanding over the door, looking for weaknesses in the fields. "Besides," he said then. "You're not the first bloke to do something stupid and thoughtless in the name of love. Or just, you know, great sex."

James heard the footsteps on the stairs again, saw his father's jaw tighten, and got the very strong feeling he hadn't been talking about his mum.

Mr. Malfoy walked down the hall toward them again. "You were right," he said through quite possibly clenched teeth. "This one we just worked out – it's the same."

"Let me see," his dad said, and then they bent their heads together over the parchment.

James didn't really have a clue what was going on, but his dad performed some sort of anti-curse, and a thin green stream of magic slipped off the door, washed over their feet giving James the willies, and then disappeared.

"That ought to help," his father breathed. "So, yeah, thanks," he muttered.

Mr. Malfoy's reply was an unintelligible grunt.

They seemed unwilling or even unable to look at one another. His father cast his wand over the door once more and sighed. "Yeah, he's not even in there. He Disapparated thirty minutes ago, or there about. But…" He raised his wand again. "I think I can find the hole he slipped through. And if I can, I think I can get the signature and figure out where he's gone."

James bit his lip. "I'm sorry," he said for lack of anything productive to do or say.

"I know, son," his dad said quietly.

Mr. Malfoy looked extremely disgruntled.

Before long, his dad inhaled sharply. "Well, bugger," he said. Then he looked at James. "He's gone to Knockturn Alley. Three guesses."

"Oh fuck."


~~



Teddy waited until the last customer left the shop. He watched Scorpius' face through the foggy window as he dusted a shelf half-heartedly. Teddy then silenced the bell over the door, slipped in, and locked up.

He walked up behind Scorpius on spelled-quiet feet, then he accioed Scorpius' wand, spun the boy, slammed his back to the nearest wall, and pressed his forearm to Scorpius' throat. "It's because of you that I just fucked someone who's been the only bloody family to me my whole life, you conniving little prick."

Teddy was trembling with the rage – livid with it. Tears had sprung up in his eyes. He tried to blink them down.

"Teddy…" Scorpius gagged out.

"You don't deserve to speak, Scorpius," Teddy seethed. "I ought to end you right now." His lip, to his utter dismay, quivered on the last words. "Scorpius…" Teddy whispered around the knot in his throat. He pressed in all the harder into the other man's body, all but cutting off his air.

"Please," Scorpius wheezed. "I can explain everything. Please!"

Teddy pressed in harder for just a second, but then he backed off quickly, running a hand through his hair. He caught a glimpse of himself in a glass cupboard door; it was jet black now.

"How do you explain getting me to fuck him? When you knew he thought of me as a brother, when you knew—"

"But he doesn't!" Scorpius interrupted, scared eyes wide, rubbing at his throat. He didn't even try to get his wand back. "He doesn't. He never did." Scorpius coughed, doubling over some.

Teddy swallowed. "You hexed him. I know you hexed him, you must have—"

Scorpius shook his head. He stood upright again, wincing when he swallowed. "No. No, Teddy. I would never."

"What, you like him too much? You like slumming it and fucking your willing little Gryffindor? More man than your father was, then, is that it?" Disgust dripped from every word, and Teddy felt sick to his stomach saying it. He'd actually liked Scorpius before this. He'd stuck up for him. He'd been fond of him and secretly envied what he and James had together. Hell, he liked Draco, too! He dashed at the tear that wanted to fall from his lashes.

Scorpius stood tall, rolling his shoulders. He looked hurt, affronted. "No," he said. "No, I don't like him. I love him. I love him enough to help him have the one thing that would make him happiest in the whole bloody world. You, Teddy! He bloody adores you! How have you not been able to see that?"

Teddy just stood there, struck dumb. He blinked, unable to quite believe his ears.

Scorpius went on, "And as for my father, he's more man than you think – just ask your dear godfather, huh? They've been shagging on and off since Auror training." Then Scorpius had the nerve to look disgusted with him. "Merlin, where have you been? Off feeling so guilty for wanting to fuck James that you've gone and blinded yourself to bloody everything and everyone around you? I want in your bed, too, but I guess that should be obvious – Scorpius Malfoy's such a little whore, right?" He turned then, putting stacks of books away in a huff, trying, it appeared, not to cry. "Well, if you can't see how much everyone loves you and wants you and how good that could be, you can just turn around and leave, Teddy Lupin. Leave me my wand, if you wouldn't mind too much; I know I'm not wizard enough to take it back from you."

Teddy stood and watched Muggle History through Biblical Times shelved next to Witch Wanda's 101 Hangover Cures, listening to the harsh thunk of book after book misplaced and Scorpius' sniffing in between. He remembered watching him and James kiss when they thought no one was looking – the soft press of smiling lips, the sheer joy between them, the hungry hands. Teddy had no doubt Scorpius loved James and that it was returned fully. James had the knack of bringing out the best in Scorpius, perhaps as Harry had Draco (more than he knew apparently). Teddy just had had no idea how deep Scorpius' feelings actually ran – how he'd do anything for Jamie.

Merlin… Scorpius would even risk sacrificing his own relationship with James to give Teddy to his lover.

Teddy almost didn't register that his feet were moving until he was upon Scorpius, right at his back.

"If you're going to kill me, just do me a favor and tell James I loved him, all right?"

Teddy had to smile a little at the Malfoy melodrama. He'd always liked that about Scorpius. He put a hand on the boy's shoulder, felt him flinch. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "I don't want to kill you. I don't want to hurt you." He exerted a little pressure and turned Scorpius around. Then he was looking down into the clearest, prettiest silver-grey eyes he'd ever seen. They weren't cold like his father's seemed often to be. They'd never been cold. Everything about Scorpius ran hot. Teddy cupped his face. "I'm so sorry. May I?" He nodded toward his throat.

Scorpius nodded back, gulping, his breath short. Teddy opened his collar and saw the redness. He drew his wand. "Do you have potions here?"

"A few in the back."

Teddy accioed a bottle of Dew Drop Elixer and opened it. "Three swigs. All right?"

Scorpius nodded and drank, trusting Teddy now. He made a face, handing the bottle back. Then he smacked his lips a little. "Okay, not bad," he said with a small smile.

"How's your throat?" Teddy asked, setting the bottle down on the counter.

Scorpius nodded. "It's better. Thank you."

"Please don't thank me, I was a maniac."

"Because you love him."

Teddy just stared at the young man in front of him.

"You're in love with him," Scorpius pressed.

Teddy held his breath for one moment, but then the feeling rushed through him unchecked. When he breathed out, the word was there, waiting: "Yes."

Scorpius smiled. "He loves you, too. If I know him at all, he's feeling dreadful right now for what he's done." He dropped his eyes. "Like I do. I'm sorry, Teddy. I'm a git, what can I say?"

"You used me," Teddy said. "You used the situation to your own advantage."

"I know, and I'm sorry, but--!"

"No, let me finish. You used me, but… Well, you gave me what I was too much of a coward to ask for in the first place. You got me out of my own way, I suppose. What you did was manipulative and something less than honest, but… You did it for love."

Scorpius nodded. "I'm still sorry."

Teddy sighed. "I think, maybe, I'm not."

The smile that lit Scorpius' face was hopeful and adorable. Teddy thought about kissing him – wondered what his full, mischievous lips would taste like.

But not yet. Not like this.

Not with James out there – hurting.

"Come back with me," Teddy said, not leaving any room for argument. "By now they've figured out I'm not there. They're liable to send out a search party for your dead body, I'm afraid."

"Floo?" Scorpius asked.

"No. Take my arm."

Scorpius swallowed again and then took Teddy's arm in both hands, looking up at him, both fearful and trusting. Teddy took one moment to touch that beautiful face again, then he Disapparated them both.


~~


By the time James, his dad, and Draco Malfoy got to Knockturn Alley night was falling. It took his dad and Mr. Malfoy five minutes to break through Teddy's lock charms. They broke into the shop then, James and Mr. Malfoy calling, "Scorpius!" And then James and his dad calling, "Teddy?"

His dad sighed. "No, they're not here." Then, "Hold on a moment, and I'll see where they've gone now." A few seconds later he rolled his eyes. "Wouldn't you know it." They all Disapparated back to the house again.

Before James knew which end was up, someone had thrown his arms around him from behind and wrestled him to the ground. "Got him!" Al shouted triumphantly as Lily stole his wand. "Accio Dad's wand, Lils, quick!" James wasn't even fighting Al's arms, but Al hadn't seemed to notice and was actively trying to get him into a chokehold.

"Quit it! Jesus!" James huffed.

"Um…accio Dad's wand?" Lily said less than enthusiastically.

"Why are you trying to take my wand?" his dad said, clearly still in possession of it.

"Because you'd gone to kill Scorpius," Al gritted out, rolling on top of James to hold him there on the floor.

"If I'd gone to kill Scorpius, why did I take his father along with me?" he countered calmly.

"No one wants to harm Scorpius," came another calm voice. "Albus, let him up," Teddy ordered.

At that voice, James abruptly lifted his head -- right into his brother's chin.

"OW, SHIT!"

Al rolled off, holding his face. James couldn't quite be arsed to care. All he saw was Teddy standing there in the foyer, looking down at him with deep brown eyes. And then Scorpius was there, too, standing at his side, smiling. James felt the rush of relief, seeing him safe. Scorpius came over and offered his hand. James took it and got up off the floor. He looked into his boyfriend's eyes. "You're okay?"

"Yeah. More than."

James touched his face, a thumb across his bottom lip. He smiled, and Scorpius returned it. "Yeah?" James persisted

"Yeah." Scorpius looked back at Teddy then. Somebody, somewhere, cleared his throat.

James' smile faded. He swallowed. Teddy's expression wasn't hateful, though. It wasn't reproachful or sick with hurt as last he'd seen it. It was soft and open. "Teddy, God, I'm so sorry," James told him in a rush.

He felt Scorpius slither around behind him, wrapping his arms around James' waist, leaning his cheek against James' back in that way he had when he was tired and grateful and just wanted to press close and say nothing. Teddy approached slowly. A slight smile curved one side of his beautiful lips. James gasped when, held there by his boyfriend (a damn sight better than his brother!), Teddy reached out and palmed his cheek. "It's good to be back."

"You remember everything?"

"Yes." His hand was warm and gentle, and James wanted to close his eyes and just savor the spicy, wonderful smell of him. "Look at me," Teddy commanded softly. James' eyes snapped open once more. He gazed into Teddy's. And that's when Teddy said, "I remembered that I've been in love with you for years."

"You've been what?"

"You heard me, Hot Hands."

It was a nickname Teddy'd had for him since James had accidentally won his first Quidditch match by falling into the Quaffle and knocking it away from the goal, a la Uncle Ron. Teddy was the only one who knew it had been an accident – a win by pure clumsiness. Thus, Hot Hands.

"Okay, everybody out," his dad called suddenly.

"I knew it!" Al blurted, his chin apparently miraculously healed. "I bloody knew it! Ha! Hugo owes me ten Galleons!"

"Out, Albus!" his dad thundered. "Nobody cares what you knew right now, and nobody owes you any money."

All of this, James heard as though through a tunnel. Everything fell away except Scorpius' warmth at his back, and the thumb – Teddy's thumb – that stroked softly over his cheek.

"You, too, Draco," his dad ordered.

"Merlin's bloody beard," Draco Malfoy breathed somewhere in the vicinity of the study door. Teddy's eyes sparkled as they listened to the hushed row that followed.

"Oh for fuck's sake, Malfoy, it's polyamory, not the end of the world."

James felt Scorpius start laughing silently against his back.

"Bloody hell, Potter, it's…it's it's…"

"It's love." A smile crept into his voice when he added, "Get your arse into the study, and I'll explain it to you, you ponce."

Teddy bit his lip not to laugh then, too. James stared into his eyes like he wasn't real. Scorpius' hand slid up over his heart and rested there. Teddy took another step in, his hand slipping to cup James' head.

"Can you forgive me?" James asked.

Teddy answered by leaning in and opening James' mouth with the slowest, wettest kiss he'd ever received. James steadied himself with a hand clutching his boyfriend's thigh behind him and the other around Teddy's – his lover's -- neck.

He took it as a yes.



Epilogue



"You know, the next time you need to tell me that something insignificant is happening at an office where I just spent ten hours and left fifteen minutes ago, would you please not call me on this contraption? It's for emergencies, Sam."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lupin, I just—"

"Don't apologize. Just get a damned owl, would you?" Teddy hung up the cell phone with a sigh of disgust. He'd just picked up the evening Quibbler and been walking up the path toward home, almost at the door when the stupid thing had rung in his pocket. He'd known he shouldn't have answered it. He should have taken the thing back to the store for a refund, and he probably would have if Scorpius hadn't lost the receipt.

Teddy mashed the off button again for good measure and opened the door, already opening the paper and frowning at the next day's weather report. He shut the door and cast a locking charm absently. Forty-five degrees and rain for the next week. His frown deepened. He'd hoped to take the boys to the shore. It would have to bloody rain. "Scor?" he called. "Sc—"

That was all he got out before the scamp Apparated in front of him, grabbed him by the robes, and pulled him into a scalding kiss.

"Mmm!" Teddy exclaimed. Then Scorpius' hands slipped down, took him by the hips, aligned their bodies perfectly. Teddy dropped the paper and grabbed him close. "Mmm," he moaned, and started to walk him back into the bedroom.

"You're home early," Teddy said once they'd gotten to their destination and began to feverishly undress.

"No talking," Scorpius breathed, yanking Teddy's trousers down and getting on his knees.

They never made it to the huge bed.

And it wasn't long – Teddy's cock had only just cleared Scorpius' thirsty lips -- before they heard James shoot through the floo in the living room. Scorpius, lovesick for James as he was, smiled around Teddy's cock, his spontaneous joy more than apparent. Teddy stroked his hair. "In here!" he yelled to their lover.

Teddy listened to the sound of James' boots along the wood floor. He watched Scorpius' wet lips sliding along his length and, for about the thousandth time in the last year, felt like the luckiest man on the planet.

"I see you've begun without me," James said from the doorway.

Teddy looked up from Scorpius' pretty face, his lips parting as he took in James leaned there on one bent elbow against the jamb, making no immediate move to join in…just watching. He wasn't in his Quidditch uniform, just practice clothes, and the t-shirt hugged his physique like it had been poured on. Teddy smiled crookedly at him -- and started to languidly thrust.

James' lips curved into a filthy smile. "Fuck, I love it when you do that." Then he walked over and palmed Scorpius' face, a look of utter tenderness on his own, one hand absently (or not) on Teddy's hip. James knelt, and that hand slipped down his leg. "Hello, love," he said to Scorpius. Then he leaned forward and licked along Teddy's cock as it eased in and out of his boyfriend's mouth.

Teddy shuddered and groaned, "Jesus, James."

James' tongue touched the corner of Scorpius' stretched lips, and Scorpius left off his cock for a few breaths while James kissed him deeply. Teddy stroked himself, rubbing the tip along Scorpius' clean-shaven cheek while he watched the two of them, still hungry for each other after four years together.

Teddy had watched them kiss like this innumerable times now. And it never failed to move him. This was his family. These were the two people who, aside from Harry, had taught him the most about the intractability of love -- its utter, stubborn permanence.

When James left off Scorpius, humming with appreciation, Teddy fed his cock back into that extremely talented and enthusiastic mouth. Then he joked with James. "Oh I'm sorry, did you want him?"

James stood and smiled down at Scorpius for a moment more. "Always," he said, and Teddy got the benefit of that as Scorpius sucked on him harder. But then James was looking at Teddy, standing so very close, looking from Teddy's eyes to his lips then back again. "But I have other ideas right now."

"Oh you do?"

"Yeah."

"Pray tell," Teddy breathed. He had to grab hold of Scorpius' hair and forcibly slow him down or he was going to come too fast.

"I'd rather show," James said close to his ear, and Teddy shivered. His lover was in a mood – he could tell – and that meant only great things. James' hands slid over Teddy's shoulders and back as he maneuvered around behind him. They slipped down over the globes of his arse appreciatively. Then he said, "Get these off," tugging once at Teddy's trousers still tangled around his thighs.

Yes, he was definitely in a mood. Teddy had come to like this mood rather a lot. It meant James was feeling good. It meant he was feeling a little possessive and a lot horny and that Teddy was most assuredly in for a treat. He and Scorpius both were.

Scorpius sucked off and helped Teddy undress the rest of the way. He spared Teddy a little wink then before he went back to his cock sucking.

"Did you two plan this?" Teddy asked as he heard James undressing behind him. No better sound, he couldn't help but think.

"Of course we did," James chuckled. "Would you expect anything less?" Then he was pressed against Teddy, his hot cock sliding against Teddy's arse, James' hands running up and down Teddy's bare back, around in front to feel up his chest, his lips finding the back of his neck, licking and biting down.

"You know I never know what to expect with the two of you," Teddy breathed.

God, James was going to fuck him. How did he know? How did they both know what he needed tonight? What his tightly strung body and mind needed so fucking bad right now.

James hummed a laugh against his shoulder. Then he whispered the spell, "Madidus," and Teddy was suddenly so very slick; it dripped down his bollocks.

"Jamie…" Teddy sighed, feeling his lover aim his thick cock, the subtle, trembling movement of his fingers.

James licked a possessive stripe along Teddy's back, then he whispered, "I love you," and sank his prick into Teddy's tight hole, one heady inch at a time.

Teddy was suddenly very glad he'd backed Scorpius up against the wall by the door, because now he desperately needed the support. He leaned his hands on the wall, spreading his legs more, watching Scorpius swallow his prick as James pressed all the way inside of him, going balls deep with a lurid groan against his skin. "Oh Teddy Jesus…"

Teddy shuddered, the arousal rocketing through his whole body. He leaned his head back, closing his eyes, and James licked at the shell of his ear once before he murmured, "I fucking worship you. You know that, right?" Then he started to fuck.

His hands held Teddy's hips as he opened Teddy up, relaxing his hole with the relentless slow thrusting of his cock inside of it. "Christ, that feels so good," Teddy told him, told both of them. He dropped one hand to Scorpius' hair. Every fuck of James' hips drove him into Scorpius' mouth. His young lover started to hum around him. "Bloody hell, Scor," Teddy sighed.

"He's so good, isn't he?" James said, speeding up. Teddy felt Scorpius' hands slide up his legs to meet James' at his hips. Their fingers intertwined.

"Fuck me hard, James," Teddy demanded then. He was close and he knew it.

James obliged and began whipping his hips. Teddy rocked between his two lovers, his eyes rolling closed, hand making a tight fist in Scorpius' hair, a whimper escaping his throat. In seconds he was flooding Scorpius' mouth with hot come, sliding through it, the wet heat exquisite – Jamie's cock bearing down on him. Teddy shook, and his hips fucked, and he murmured sweet, dirty words to the beautiful young man sucking his cock, even as James' hand left his boyfriend's, traveled up the front of Teddy's body, up his stomach and chest, until it lay over his wildly beating heart, laying quiet claim to it, to him, as he shuddered.

When Scorpius had swallowed the last of it, James gritted out behind him, "Baby, you'd better move."

Scorpius licked his lips and then crawled out of the way, and suddenly Jamie was bucking hard, slamming Teddy against the wall with the force of his fuck. "Fuck…Teddy…goddamnit…oh fuck…!" Seconds later, he came, and the only recognizable word then was Teddy's name; the rest was inarticulate screaming while he emptied himself up Teddy's arse. Teddy just leaned his head against the wall, gulping for air, letting James pound it out in him – until he slowed…and slowed…and then slowed some more, losing rhythm, beginning to tremble.

"Bloody hell, that was so hot," came Scorpius' smiling voice from the floor near their feet. "I couldn't wait. I mean, I totally just beat off to that."

Teddy felt James smile against his back. He slipped his cock out, and Teddy hissed.

"Sorry, love." James kissed his shoulder. "You okay?"

Teddy turned and took James' face in his hands. It was suddenly physically painful that he had not yet kissed this man. "Shut it," he said, and then slipped his tongue into his lover's warm, pliant mouth.


~~


I was the boy who tried to reject a life of love – any memory of my family's warmth, the feel of their arms holding me tight – and for obvious reasons, I absolutely failed.

I was the boy who ran away from everything good -- until everything good finally caught up with me and made me stand still to be loved.

I'm the man awake while his lovers sleep. The man with an arm draped over a beautiful Slytherin's skinny chest. Who is watching him breathe, listening to that ridiculous sound he makes.

I'm the man whose hand lays over James Potters', whose fingers are warm and sweat-moist and gripping my own even as he dreams.

I'm the man who finally saw the light. And things didn't become clear, couldn't become beautiful, until I remembered everything.


End

Comments

[nathalieweasley.livejournal.com]

WHY HAVE I NOT READ THIS BEFORE NOW?

God, this was so hot and full of emotion. I have a thing for amnesia fics and this one was so good :) The story flowed and I LOVED your characterizations; your James, Scorpius, Teddy, Harry, Draco, Lily, Albus, hints of Hermione, Ron, just perfect.

I can't pick a favorite scene because I just loved the whole thing but his one line in particular really caught me :

"Oh for fuck's sake, Malfoy, it's polyamory, not the end of the world." *grins*

[traintracks.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much!! I honestly didn't expect this story to get any more comments after the fest, so this is delightful! I'm so happy you liked it. :-D

[tamlane.livejournal.com]

OK, so I cheated and read the Epilogue again. I totally blame your icon. Mmmph, that was some explosive smut. Just as hot the second time around, and so sweet that I'm kind of losing my marbles now over this threesome. You rock.

[traintracks.livejournal.com]

Oh you can totally cheat like that! :-D I blame my icon, too.

Thanks again, so much!

[sabethea.livejournal.com]

Oh, this is utterly beautiful and I am so fucking belated it's untrue.