Mission: Clandestine Operation Under Fire

AN: Bah! Am doped up with coldrex again and feeling generally like I've been run over by a bus – however, the smut must go on *snigger*! Errr...as you may have gathered from last chapter this has a few *ahem* naughty things in it * hopes her mother never figures out how to use the internet* so if you have any severe allergic reactions to any of the following ingredients, well, don't read – or at least be on standby for a visit to the emergency room....

Recipe for Mission:

Two adult toys

Fairly light bondage/Spanking

Maybe a vague touch of slash

A sprinkling of anal sex

And...two particularly hot men having their way with Hermione :)

Mission: Clandestine Operation Under Fire

Snape is standing there surveying me. Gods, it makes me feel so utterly exposed yet overwhelming excited as he starts to wander around me, admiring me from different angles. Sirius still stands in the doorway looking amused by my predicament. Merlin, with the vibrating of my clit I am so utterly desperate for one of them to touch me, to relieve my mounting tension.

Finally, Snape reaches out with one arm and strokes experimentally at one of my breasts, his fingers brushing over my nipple and I sigh as he draws back again. My skin is on fire from where he has touched me and I find myself involuntarily arching my back to try and get him to repeat the move. No luck, though, he's moved again. As he shifts around to the other side of me he does exactly the same thing to my other breast – feather light touches that do nothing to relieve me and everything to drive me even closer to insanity. It's not enough! Over and over again his fingers meet my skin, only to pull back far too soon – my belly, my thighs, my neck, all of them admired yet deserted. Bastard!

Finally, one finger is drawn through my folds, just grazing over my buzzing clit, then pulled away. Gods this is frustrating!

"Sev...Professor!" I complain.

He utterly ignores me, instead drawing the finger he used to touch me up to his lips and sucking gently on it like he's wine tasting or something. Grrrr! Although, there is something rather riveting about those lips...

"Yes, that shall suffice."

"What shall..." I begin, but I have no time to finish the question – suddenly my body is flipped over and I am now tied face down to the bed. Well, face down might not be the right words, after all I am floating about a foot above it. Oh, who cares! I am so damned close, but not...

"Please!"

"Black, do the girl a favour and give her the attention that she believes she desires," Snape demands irritably. He nods in my direction and Sirius scoots onto the bed beneath me. "Ah, yes, and she won't be needing that anymore. I'm sure your talents far exceed any foolish wand waving," Snape says snidely and immediately my clit falls still. Damn it!

Oh..no..wait...Merlin. I take it back. Sirius tongue has taken its place and, frankly, there is something so much more divine about his silky tongue gliding over my swollen nub, his nose bumping into my pelvic bone occasionally and his chin rubbing scratchily at my folds.

I let out a tiny moan of satisfaction.

"Silence, Miss Granger!" Snape suddenly bellows, making me jump as much as my restraints will allow. I feel a quick gush of air over my damp core as Sirius snorts in amusement at my reaction. Arsehole!

The idea that Snape is wandering around and that I can't see what he is up to is bringing me some concern. Some concern – right, more like I'd be on the verge of paranoia by now if Sirius weren't doing such a perfectly brilliant job of distracting me. Gods, that tongue...right, sorry!

Snape – I can hear him pacing around, obviously trying to terrify me and yes, in a way, I am a little worried, but then again, the man is starting to soften a little – heck, his departing words to me when I left him that last morning at Hogwarts were, "Take care, Hermione," topped off with a completely loving kiss. The man really is losing his edge and I'm quite proud to say I think it's me who is dulling it!

"Ouch!"

Snape's palm has just smacked down on my totally exposed and bare rear end with a particularly loud slap and Merlin did that sting!

"Would you still consider I am 'losing my edge', Miss Granger?" he growls at me. Oops. I wish he would stop that – it really is totally unfair to have him messing around inside my head...

"No, Sir," I reply and brace myself in case this reply doesn't please him. Actually, in some sort of perverted way, I am hoping that it doesn't. There is quite an intense contrast between my stinging backside and Sirius' silky tongue.... And though I know, and I really hope Snape isn't delving into my mind at the moment, that he would never do anything to really harm me – I think – I definitely like this side of Snape. It reminds me of daydreaming in his class while he was teaching – and getting caught for it on the odd occasion. I certainly wish this had been the punishment rather than scrubbing cauldrons...

"Now, that little fantasy, Miss Granger, is something we must explore at some point," Snape whispers in my ear, leaning so close that his hair tickles the side of my face. "And you must be perfectly aware of what you can say that will make me cease this game immediately."

What? Oh...Severus. I wonder if that would make him get out of my head? Gods – I am trying so hard not to think anything, while trying not to be distracted by Sirius' tongue and...oh...blimey...fingers...

"Black, do not forget our agreement," Snape snaps in warning. What agreement? Bah...don't care...fingers...tongue...

"Don't you think you've tortured her enough, Snape?" Sirius suggestion is promptly responded to with yet another slap to my backside.

"Fuck!"

"Language, Miss Granger!"

And yet another. This time, at least, I manage to bite my bottom lip and keep all obscenities inside my head.

"What do you want, Miss Granger?" Snape enquires, his fingers roaming over my reddened behind.

Gods – what do I want? I want him in me, I want Sirius, I want fingers and lips and everything the two of them have to offer wherever they want...

"More," I reply with a gasp as Sirius slips another finger in me. Gods, am getting close now... Snape's fingers are trailing down my backside, brushing over my rear entrance and delving down towards where Sirius' fingers are buried inside me. His fingers tease around my opening. Then, Sirius slips his mouth from me and Snape's finger glides over my clit – it is far rougher than Sirius' tongue, but that is not necessarily a bad thing...nope...certainly not!

Sirius' tongue is back, occasionally touching my skin, but I am fairly sure he is now sucking my taste from Snape's finger. At least, I hear Snape draw in a deep breath...

Ouch!

Bloody hell – that hurt...I am certain I am going to have hand prints on my bum tomorrow...

"Miss Granger, 'More' is not a sufficient answer. Repeat to me precisely what you were thinking."

Bastard.

There is something completely embarrassing about voicing my desires rather than just thinking them – even if he is inside my head.

"Save your blood the journey to your face, Miss Granger. I am fully aware of what you want and I highly doubt that Black would be shocked by anything of the carnal nature, given his habits."

"I want..." Oh, gods... "I want both of you. Inside of me."

"Really now?" Sirius murmurs from under me, sounding quite pleased with the idea.

"Yes."

Right. I've said it. It's okay. Oh, gods...it is okay...Sirius' moist fingers have left me, only to slide towards my anus, pressing gently against the tight ring of muscle there before one slips in. Fuck. Snape's leaner fingers replace Sirius' in my folds, with a fairly steady rhythm compared to Sirius' gentle exploration. Fuck. So damned close...so...damned....

Snape's fingers come to a complete halt, but I am so, so close now it doesn't really matter....

"Black! Stop!"

He does, somewhat reluctantly. "Snape, for Merlin's sake, I don't know about you, but 'Mione is right on the verge of slipping into ecstasy here, and frankly, I could do with a little attention myself..."

"If you don't want to play by my rules, Black, then leave."

Damn it! I think Snape is trying to drive me insane – I can only assume his plan is to keep me on the verge of orgasm as long as he can... I know, it's a power play, something Snape revels in, but frankly, at this point I am just about ready to tell him to fuck off and let Sirius finish the job! So damned close...

"So, we're just going to..." Sirius' begins, but Snape cuts him off short.

"Fine. However, this time I intend to enjoy myself. No premature performances, Black!" Snape hisses.

"Can't guarantee that – you know precisely what it is like when she starts clawing at your skin, convulsing so tightly around you...screaming your name."

Once more, I feel Snape draw in a deep breath. "Indeed."

Suddenly, I want to be free. It would appear that I have the men precisely where I want them – on the verge of shagging me senseless – and I want to be able to enjoy every moment of this as much as I possibly can. Besides, Sirius' has made it perfectly clear he likes me digging my nails into his skin as I come and how can I do that with my hands out of action?

"Fine, Miss Granger."

Fuck! That man is still in my head!

However, I am now free of my bindings, Sirius having just managed to whisk his head out from under me before I collapse on the bed.

Bastard.

"Don't you dare point that damned thing at me!" Sirius suddenly yelps. I pull myself up and turn to find Snape standing there, his wand pointed precariously at Sirius' hands which are clasped tightly over his own manhood. I haven't the vaguest when Sirius' clothes disappeared, but now he stands before me completely naked. Gods, I'd forgotten how attractive that chest is...

"I have no intention of depriving Miss Granger from her desires, Black. This," Snape states, with a flick of his wand, "is simply yet another Muggle contraption I believe all of us will find to be surprisingly useful."

Sirius removes his hands and there, encircling his semi-erect arousal, is a firm fitting metallic ring – a cock ring, if my memory serves me correctly, from those magazines I bought (purely for research purposes – honest!). The look on Sirius' face is a little hard to read for a moment, before he gives a dismissive, playful shrug. "Why not? However, fair's fair, Snape..."

"Assuming you do not resort to dirty tactics, I see no need," Snape retorts, before looking thoughtfully at me. "Then again, Miss Granger might find the experience somewhat enticing."

What the heck is that supposed to mean? I can't see anyway in which those things are going to make this any more pleasurable for me – certainly no less, but still.

Snape waves his wand at himself and soon he is just as undressed as Sirius' and I, well, perhaps more as Sirius given that he has a ring to match Sirius' as well.

Sirius glances at Snape, who nods his head in agitation at me. Sirius grins at me and next thing I know, I'm pinned to the bed and being given a wonderfully enthusiastic snog. Sirius' hands tangle in my hair as his tongue explores my mouth, waging a battle with my own. Merlin, for a few moments while Snape and Sirius were having their battle of wills I had slightly wavered from being completely needy for them, but now with Sirius' warm, bare skin pressing down on mine, his recovering arousal pushing into my thigh, I am right back to be able to willingly beg for them.

Sirius pulls back from me and, with yet another grin, he announces, "Enjoy, 'Mione!"

"I will....oh!" Now I get what Snape was alluding to. Gods, Sirius' arousal is not only a fair bit larger than usual (and his usual endowment is nothing to scoff at), it is also infinitely harder. Merlin, as he pushes his way inside me I can feel myself stretching to accommodate him – so hot, so silky and so hard.

"So tight," Sirius moans pleasurably. "So fucking tight."

Merlin, I'm not sure how much of this I can take – I am so close to the edge, but I don't want to disappoint Snape – I'm sure he'd much rather join us for my first orgasm.

Sirius grasps my hips and flips us over on the bed so that now I am straddling him. Experimentally, I rise up and then slide back on to him.

"Fuck!" I moan as his arousal hits a particularly sensitive spot within me.

I feel the bed sink as Snape joins us, his arms wrapping around my torso and his hands sliding up my body to cup my breasts. Merlin, as his fingers pinch at my nipples with just the right amount of pressure – not enough to hurt, but certainly enough to send quakes of desire through me – I can feel myself plummeting even close towards the abyss of ecstasy.

"Severus!" I whimper and I hope to Merlin he knows what I mean, for I am no longer in any state to be forming coherent sentences.

"It is Professor Snape, Miss Granger, and where are your manners?"

Bastard.

Greasy git of a bastard even.

"Please. Sir." Blimey, I am surprised I even got out that much. My hips continue to buck against Sirius with a will of their own. Sirius - his fingers are holding gently to my hips, guiding me on – I wonder how he is enjoying this? Forcing my eyes open, I look down at him through desire-drooped eyelids. Gods, he's staring back at me, looking completely content, a smug grin on his face as he watches me move above him. It would appear that he is having no control issues whatsoever this time around – yet.

One of Snape's hands leaves my breast, flutters over my shoulder and then firmly pushes me down towards Sirius. Sirius gives me one last grin, then attacks my neck with his lips. As his scratchy face tickles at my skin, I feel him licking and nipping his way along under my jaw line – I'm going to have marks there tomorrow...I don't care.

Snape presses at my rear entrance as Sirius continues to assault my neck, two pairs of hands wander my body and my brain is working on overdrive trying to process all these delightful feelings. Snape has the judgement to enter me slowly, allowing me to adjust to the feeling of having both men in me and I'm infinitely grateful. The further he delves in the fuller I feel, my body pulling further away from my control until I am quivering on the brink of orgasm.

"Let go, Miss Granger," Snape whispers in my ear and I do – quaking around them, feeling every ridge and pulsing vein buried inside me, fingers pinching at my nipples and stroking at my hips.

Sirius lets out a tiny moan as he rides out my orgasm. Snape continues to whisper in my ear, "Merlin, Hermione, that feels incredible."

"So, so tight," Sirius growls.

Slowly, as I come back down, Snape begins to move in me. At first his strokes are slow, experimental, but soon they gather pace and I am no longer in any state to control my body as I collapse against Sirius' chest and ...well...enjoy the ride.

I can feel every movement pressing against the thin wall that separates the pair and as Sirius continues to hit that infinitely sensitive spot within me and Snape persists in his strokes, each one igniting nerves where he enters me, I can feel a second orgasm building.

"This time, Black!" Snape demands, sounding somewhat out of control.

"I am perfectly capable of keeping this up for hours," Sirius replies dreamily.

"Wonderful. However, I would prefer Miss Granger to be in one piece tomorrow!"

Snape's long fingers leave my chest, saunter down my belly and manage to slide between Sirius and I and find my clit. Gods...that is divine...

Sirius' hands replace Snape's on my breasts and moments later, I am quaking around them again, drawing them deeper in...

"Black!" Snape hisses through gritted teeth.

Sirius' pace picks up, his hips bucking beneath mine as I continue to ride the waves of desire.

"Oh, Merlin, Hermione...." I hear Snape murmur from behind me and his movements suddenly become erratic, his hand that resides on my hip forms quite a grip on my skin as he spills himself within me.

"Fuck!" Sirius' moans and he joins Severus and I in bliss.

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As I lie here, grinning smugly to myself, Sirius' head resting on my belly, Snape lying next to me on the bed, his fingers brushing softly at my thigh, I get the overpowering feeling that we are being watched.

Just stop it, Herms, lie back and enjoy the fact that you have just been shagged by two totally gorgeous men who are both now caressing you and making you feel like the most desirable woman on the planet and forget about any silly paranoia.

Still, I can't help myself. I look up at the window above my head. There is someone there! Shifting a little to angle my head further, I half expect to see perhaps Lupin – in harmless dog-like form – and wonder if that is the case if I should be concerned for Harry and company. However, werewolf trouble is the last of my woes when I suddenly recognise those huge eyes staring straight back at me – Lavender! Looking like she's just seen a ghost...or her boyfriend's bookish friend being shagged senseless by his best friend's spunky godfather and their most detested Professor. Priceless!

Wait. Lavender has just seen...

Seen...

Oh. Crap.