Mission: False Flag

MISSION: False Flag

Tonks is lounging on the floor by Remus' feet, a dopey grin on her face as he strokes one of her breasts; reminds me of the cat who got the cream. I think, perhaps, she's drunk the contents of one too many pawns. Can't say I'm complaining: Severus' fingers are slowly teasing my inner thighs, his breathing shallow in my ear, his chest rising and falling against my back.

Sedately I look towards Lupin and find him staring back at me, a look of deep thought on his face. He glances down at Tonks, a small smile touching his lips, before he says, "It's your turn, Hermione."

My turn....

Oh, my turn! We were playing chess! Little distracted there for a while, but who can blame me!

I go to lean forward, but Severus' arm wraps around my body, drawing me back against his warmth, his hand pressing my wand into my fingers, curling them closed around it. His thighs are warm beneath mine, and frankly I have to agree: I'd rather not leave this sanctuary right now.

"Don't take their queen," Severus murmurs in my ear.

Don't take their Queen? It's lying there, utterly exposed, wriggling one red-shoed pale leg provocatively at me. What the hell is he on about?

"The Queen ... she gains you sex from the opposite team...." His words drift off like I am supposed to garner something from this.

Oh. Huh?

Never mind. I take their pawn instead. I'm not about to go annoying Severus when his delightful body is wrapped around mine. "Boxers off, Remus."

Remus tries to get Tonks' attention, but her eyes are half lidded and she doesn't seem too keen on moving. With a shrug, Remus strips off his boxers, placing them on the floor. Tonks finally notices, smiles sleepily at him but that's it. I think we're going to lose her soon.

"I believe it is your turn, Nymphadora," Severus says against my neck, his lips dropping to tease at my skin. I think I can feel him smiling, probably hoping for a rouse from her over the use of her first name. But he doesn't get much.

Tonks looks up, glares sleepily at Severus, then slowly makes her move: yet another pawn. "Shirt, Snape."

Too bad for Tonks, I'm certainly up for a few more rounds yet!

Severus sighs, and I lean forward to let him take it off, but he immediately pulls me back, instead vanquishing it with his wand, then, twiddling his wand in his fingers while he contemplates our next move, he finally slides our Queen forward, taking a pawn. He looks at the completely naked Remus, then his eyes move to Tonks, lounging there in just her skirt. "Take it off, Nymphadora."

And this time there is no reaction to her name. With great effort Tonks slides her skirt down her legs, scrunches it up in the most unprovocative manner and places it under her head as a pillow.

"Bed time, I think," Remus says, stroking her spiky pink hair.

Tonks agrees with a grunt.

"It figures the two of you wouldn't be able to hack it." Severus seems overly pleased with this arrangement.

With a wicked gleam in his eye, Remus makes his move. Our knight is history, screaming like a Banshee as he gets pummelled.

"I'll be back to carry out that move," Remus grins at me, then bends down, scoops the now unconscious Tonks off the floor and carries her off into one of the side rooms.

"You know," Severus whispers in my ear, his fingers gliding dangerously high up my thigh, "we could just leave now. I could take you back to ..."

But where precisely Severus was going to take me to, I'll never know, for right at that moment, the front door bursts open.

"Bloody butchers! I'm lucky to have made it out of there all in one piece!" Sirius, grin plastered across his face, surveys the room, finally settling on Severus and I. "Nice skirt, ۥMione."

I blush, realising what it must look like, walking in to find the pair of us sitting here in practically nothing. Well, absolutely nothing if you don't count said mentioned skirt bunched up around my thighs.

Sirius laughs. "I needn't ask what the two of you are doing naked, but where the hell is everyone else?"

"There is no 'everyone else'," Remus replies from the doorway. "Bit of a screw up, really. Tonks ..."

Severus cuts off Remus' little speech. "Tonks was playing witch chess with us, but it would appear she cannot hold her drink. So, Hermione and I were just leaving," I glance back over my shoulder at him and find him looking longingly at his clothes on the end of the couch. He makes a move to grab up his wand. Now, wait a second... Hermione and him were leaving? But I've just found a new toy!

"Merlin, Snape, you are such a bore! Don't be so bloody hasty ... I'll take Tonks' place." Sirius bounds over to the board like an overly enthusiastic puppy. Apparently some time locked up in the dogs home has left him exuberantly eager.

I glance at Remus. Hopefully my saving grace – I don't want to leave, not just yet!

"I couldn't care less," he says with a shrug, "but I am making good my last move before anyone goes anywhere." He surprises me. This isn't the Remus I knew a few months ago; that Remus certainly wouldn't have made any demands. Maybe he's close to the full moon, maybe he's just relaxed a little in my company now. I'm not sure it matters, the idea of Remus' mouth on me.... Gods.

"Severus?" I ask, hoping he'll change his mind, hoping he'll stay. Because, when it comes down to it, it wouldn't be the same without him here. In fact, I'm not sure I'd stay. Sometime I'm going to have to sit down and have a good think about that, about what that means, but right now I'm far more concerned with continuing the night's enjoyment.

"Professor Snape," he corrects me lazily. "Whatever you want, Miss Granger." His words might have been spoken lightly, but he doesn't seem too happy, at least that's what I gather from the way he's suddenly shifted in his seat, his back now rigid, his hands moved off my thighs to rest on the couch.

"Really?" I say, giving him the chance to add his usual 'but' or, Merlin forbid, actually tell me what he really means.

"Do not question me." Well, that was productive. Mind, a snarky Snape does send a little thrill through me. The challenge of making him enjoy himself ... or is that enjoy myself?

I turn around and look at him, trying to figure him out. It's so hard to tell, too many years as a spy and there isn't a single emotion showing on his face. My eyes drift to his lips, and I feel myself subconsciously licking my own. That seemed to get his voice box working:

"I am... happy to indulge you, Hermione, so long as you are happy to indulge me ... later." There's a glint in his eye that thrills and frightens me all at once.

I don't dare think what that might mean, but the way he says it I don't think I have anything to fear. Thinking can be a dangerous thing. "Deal."

Before I can even look back around, Remus' fingers are resting on my knees, pushing my legs further apart, Severus' knees, resting between mine, help Remus, spreading my thighs further, exposing me to him. Slightly surprised at Severus' sudden willingness to share, I look down at Remus, just as he takes one quick swipe at my clitoris with his tongue. It makes me jump, delightfully shocking my skin. A low hiss of breath escapes my lungs. Oh yes, this was the right decision.

Severus' hands slide up my thighs, reaching my folds and enticingly he slides his fingers through them, gently parting them to expose me further to Remus. I feel like I'm on fire, leaning back against Severus' chest, his skin warm and damp with sweat beneath mine. And he smells delicious, his scent surrounding me – musky male sweat and sex. Remus' fingers continue to tease the inside of my thighs and my body is all too aware of every move each of them makes.

I force myself to look over at Sirius, who's standing there with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"You know," I manage to say, feeling brash, "Tonks was completely naked."

Sirius grins back at me. "Then you're right, 'Mione, it's only fair..."

And as Remus' tongue darts out, taking one long swipe at my clitoris, I have the more than enjoyable view of Sirius tugging his T-shirt over his head. Sirius' chest is a damn miracle, I swear. He's not as tall as Severus, but he's certainly of a more muscular build. He's like those wizards you see in Playwitch, firm and toned, and it would appear he's managed to get some sun recently, given the tan he's developed. It's a crime that his body was locked up in Azkaban for so long. Someone at the Ministry has a lot of explaining to do.

I shiver involuntarily, squirm, then arch back against Severus. Oh gods, I've got three men at my beck and call again. This is just-...

There are no words for it. The closest I can manage right now is pure heaven.

Severus' thumbs are teasing my inner thighs, his fingers still pressing into my folds, still exposing me to Remus and the cool air.

I hear Remus inhale deeply, feel the breeze across my heated flesh. Gods, I need him to touch me again. I'm sitting here, with the delectable presence of Severus' cock expanding against my backside, with Sirius eyeing me like I'm the first meal he's seen in weeks and with Remus... oh gods! His tongue just made its magic move again, flicked quickly over my clitoris.... Now he's circling my entrance, his wide hazel eyes looking up at me expectantly...

"Please," I whimper to him.

But he doesn't up his tempo, he continues with long, languid strokes, so delightful but never quite enough

"Severus?" I beg on the tip of a moan.

Severus chuckles beneath me, his laugh reverberating through my back, its deep tone filling me with desire. I can feel his hips grind gently beneath me, his cock sliding along my lower back.

"Please?" I say again. I need more. This teasing just isn't enough. Don't get me wrong, I'm totally enjoying it, but my body is screaming out for more.

"Please what?" Severus asks, his voice husky in my ear, his lips moving over the bare skin of my shoulder.

"Please... please fuck me."

"Please fuck you what?" Severus presses, his nose now breezing over the sensitive flesh just below my ear.

"Please fuck me, sir."

"Ah, much better. That took you some time, Miss Granger. I thought you were more intelligent than that," he hisses. I should be insulted, I mean, nobody ... well nobody bar him ... has ever called me stupid. But, as his hands slide around the tops of my thighs, grasping my hips and lifting me ever so slightly, I find the questioning of my intelligence far from gripping. Remus' hands have drifted up to take over from Severus' fingers sliding through my damp folds, pulling them tighter, exposing more of my clitoris to him.

Severus cock slides down between my buttocks, stopping for a moment to prod at my rear entrance, then pausing, as if trying to decide what he should do. I'm quaking as his hot flesh probes at me, as I can feel his heart beat through that moist tip of his cock, beating through the nerves that circle my anus. Then, as I'm bracing myself for him to press forward, he lifts me slightly more, his cock sliding further down, and plunges inside my sex instead, filling me swiftly, hard, in one grunted move, grasping my hips to pull me down even more firmly on to him.

Oh, Merlin.

Oh.

Oh, bloody Merlin.

I feel so full again, every nerve ending twingeing from his abrupt entrance. And I can feel myself so close, just from that. Feel every muscle inside of me on the verge of convulsing, but just not quite there. It wouldn't take much, not much at all...

But Severus hasn't moved again, he's just sitting there with his cock buried inside of me, so still.

And Remus has stopped, my clit sucked inside his mouth, just the barest of pressure on my skin, but he's frozen there too.

"Don't even think about it yet, Miss Granger," Severus informs me.

But it's all I can think about. So if they won't do anything about it....

"No!" Severus barks, grasping hold of both my wrists as I made move to relieve myself.

"Please!" I beg him, but he refuses to do anything.

"You still don't seem to have learnt a damn thing about patience," Severus chides, his arms crossing over me, folding my arms over my chest, pinning my hands to the sides of my ribs.

Damn, the pressure against my breasts is almost enough, but again, not quite. I try clenching and unclenching my muscles around Severus' cock, and although it elicits the most wonderful grunt from him, it does nothing to help me. I try to rock my hips, to get just enough lift to feel him moving inside of me, but Remus takes hold of my waist, holding me still.

"Merlin, 'Mione." I look up at that deep sigh to find Sirius watching me over Remus' shoulder, his eyes heavily lidded.

"Please?" I whimper at him.

He eyes Severus behind me, then grins wickedly. "It will be my pleasure."

"Don't you dare, Black. Don't you dare touch her!" Severus' voice is harsh, harsh enough to have made me turn around and run. Even Sirius seems to have come to a stop.

Then he smiles again. "Whatever you say, Snape."

And as I watch, I see him reach out, run one hand down Remus' back, along his spine.

Remus shivers, his mouth moving ever so slightly, changing the pressure on my clitoris just a little. I feel my body react immediately, straight back up to dangling on the edge of oblivion.

"Yes," I hiss, my head falling back against Severus' shoulder.

Sirius' hand moves out of view, I have no idea where he's touching Remus. Well, I know the general vicinity, and Remus does appear to be enjoying it.

"Taste, her Remus," Sirius says, his arm muscles flexing as he moves. "Give Hermione what she wants, what she deserves and you will get the same."

Remus whimpers. His eyes widen as he looks at me, then his vision shifts to look at Severus.

"Don't you dare."

But Remus doesn't listen, doesn't appear to be capable. With a little reluctance, as if he's fighting an internal battle between his own pleasure, and mine, and listening to Severus, his tongue slides over me again. He shifts his hands, one still splaying me, the other drifts down and I hear Severus growl, can feel Remus' hand brushing my thighs slightly as he strokes the base of Severus' cock.

And Severus is moving again, his hands releasing my wrists, grasping my hips and lifting me, moving me over him. Oh gods, yes!

"I will kill you for this, Black," Severus moans, but he doesn't sound too angry. In fact, he sounds very much like he's thoroughly enjoying it.

And I'm beyond that. I can feel my toes start to curl, my insides clamping down around Severus, my hips bucking, pressing myself more firmly against Remus' mouth.

And I'm gone, quaking around Severus, Remus mouth picking up speed, sucking my clitoris back between his lips, running his tongue over me.

Severus whispers my name against my neck as he kisses my skin, his voice distant, but my body very aware of his touch.

When I come back down, Remus has taken a more languid pace, gently soothing my flesh with slow movements. Severus the same, raising my hips, slowly sliding me back down. Now I can enjoy this, now my body is satisfied I'm more than willing to sit back and enjoy this slow pace, let Severus take over and just relish in the feel of his body moving against mine, of my flesh still convulsing occasionally around his....

"Hermione?"

Remus' mouth has left me, breaking through my blissful peace.

"Yeah?"

"It's your turn."

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AN: Many thanks to my wonderfully sexy beta, Warty, without whom many body parts would remain nameless ;-)