Mission: Nugget

MISSION: NUGGET

I look at the board and try to figure it out. I mean, I'm supposed to be the smartest witch of my age, right? Well, right about now, I think most of my brain cells have left me for Neville Longbottom's far more focused mind. Yeah, there's some pieces on the board, some white, some black... a couple of queens shooting dirty looks at each other, then turning to strike daring poses at me.

But Severus is still inside of me, moving gently. How am I supposed to concentrate when every time my mind finally comprehends what I'm looking at, he takes another languid stroke and I find myself back into that lovely place where for once my mind has shut down and there's nothing but him.

Okay, concentrating. Can't feel him, nope, I can't.

Yeah, you just keep telling yourself that, Herms.

If this had been a game of wizard chess it would have been a very sorry sight. What with both queens now vulnerable and just a smattering of pieces on the board...

But it's not wizard chess and just for once I don't have to worry about winning. I'm going to win anyway!

I am winning already.

"Come on, Mione, I'm just warming up!" Sirius says, his voice brimming over with enthusiasm. His overly eager attitude is sort of catchy. I mean, even though I've just said how happy I am here, I suddenly find myself looking for the next thrill.

"Perhaps Miss Granger is quite content where she is, Black. Perhaps she doesn't feel the desire to be shagged by some mutt who's been mating with who-knows-what in the pound." Severus' breath is teasing my ear, lifting strands of hair as he speaks. Now, as tempting as it is to stay here, it's not that easy. I mean, there are two other men in the room, delightfully naked and looking at me like I'm their last supper.

"I haven't had to sink that low," Sirius says, there's a smile on his face, but a dark gleam in his eye. "Pity you can't say the same. I've seen some of the women Voldemort had on offer."

"That-" Severus hisses, grabbing up his wand and directing it straight at Sirius. "That is enough!"

Sirius stands there, stunned for a moment. Then I watch on in horror as he lunges for his own wand, discarded on the floor.

"Padfoot, no." Remus voice is steady and he has hold of Sirius' wrist, halting him before Sirius fingers reach his wand. I can see Remus' muscles bulging in his arm as he struggles at first to stop him, then relax as Sirius gives in.

Gently, not wanting to incite him anymore, I reach back and take hold of Severus' wand hand. It's stays rigid, his hand shaking as his aim stays straight on Sirius.

"Severus, please," I say quietly. Finally his arm wavers, and finally he lets me lower it to the couch.

"You, Black, are very lucky Hermione is here," Severus informs him.

Sirius goes to retort, his mouth moving open, anger flashing in his eyes for a second.

I do the only thing I can think of.

I make my next move.

Goodbye to their queen.

She doesn't go quietly, some not so polite terms that Molly Weasley would have had a hernia over if she'd been here (and thank Merlin she isn't, because I suspect their queen calling ours a whore would be the last of her worries) screamed at our queen as they struggle on the board, but finally, with the spiky heel of her shoe, our queen pummels her into submission.

Sirius and Severus seem to have totally forgotten their argument. Sirius is watching me, a grin plastered on his face as he waits for my decision.

Severus, however, doesn't seem so pleased.

Damn, I'd forgotten about him telling me not to do that, not to take their queen.

So much for calming the situation!

"If you think I'm giving you up to that... that... him, you're sorely mistaken, Miss Granger." He words are crisp, restrained with effort. And I'm back to being Miss Granger.

"I'm sure Remus...." I begin, but as I'm looking down at him.

Remus shakes his head slightly, nodding over at Sirius. "I think perhaps a truce is in order," he comments.

Severus growls and lifts me off him, his rigid need slipping from me. Damn. Damn it all!

No, wait. He's not going. Far from it. He's shifting his hips, his cock now resting against the sensitive nerve endings surrounding my rear entrance. Oh gods, he's pushing forward, my body protesting but loving every second of it.

Slowly he lowers me down, the intrusion sending shudders up my spine. "Do not make that mistake again!" he hisses in my ear, but it would appear he's forgiven me. Finally, I come to rest; Severus buried tightly and to the hilt.

"Get on with it, Black. And make it good. I doubt I'll ever be this amiable again."

Sirius grins, steps forward and drops to his knees before me, bringing him face to face with me.

"Don't you worry, Snape. Hermione's going to enjoy every moment of this," Sirius says, running a finger over my lips. It lingers there for a moment, Sirius looking at me in deep contemplation. Well, as deep as it gets for him. Then he leans forward, capturing my mouth with his and kisses me.

Severus has stilled, his hands grazing up my sides, over my ribs, then around to rest on my breasts, lifting them. The sensitive peaks of my nipples burn for his touch. He seems to know what I want; one agile thumb takes up residence on each nipple, rolling them, pinching them just hard enough to make me squirm pleasurably.

I moan against Sirius' kiss. I can't help it. And as my mouth opens he plunges his tongue in, battling with mine, his hands in my hair, pulling me closer. There is nothing but the feeling of Snape inside of me, of his hands on my breasts and Sirius kissing me as if he hasn't kissed anyone in months. Gods!

"Every moment, 'Mione," he whispers against my lips, then I feel his arousal sliding through my folds, teasing my damp skin, sliding over my clit, circling my opening as if he's going to enter me, only to move again.

"Stop pissing around, Black, and get on with it," Severus demands.

"Whatever you say, Snape." And he does. With one thrust he's buried inside of me. I cry out, surprised by his intrusion, surprised at how full I feel, how tight. But also out of pleasure, it is an unbelievable feeling, being shagged by two men. I can feel them through the thin wall that separates them, each one's cock twitching.

Sirius is smart enough at least to let Snape set the pace - slow and languid - Sirius' movements just behind Snape's. With each stroke I can feel the delightful bulge as the head of their cocks pass each other, expanding me just slightly more, but it's enough. It's right at my limit and I'm enjoying every moment of it, just as Sirius promised.

Severus' fingers have left my breasts, taking hold of my hips again to give him more leverage. I'm missing them, they added so nicely to it all.

I open my eyes to find Remus staring not at me, but down at Sirius, a hesitant look on his face. I lean comfortably back against Snape's chest, watching on in wonder for a few moments.

"Go on," I say to him, and he looks up at me, his face flushed. "He'll love it."

And I know Sirius will. I mean, when it comes down to it, Sirius doesn't really seem all that infatuated with me, as such, more of the fact that he enjoys these little challenges. And hey, who can blame him? But I've seen the odd glance he's given Remus. It's a different look.

Sirius gives me a grin. Yep, looks like I was right. But instead of making any moves towards Remus, he picks up his wand and points it at the board. There goes their own knight. And I tell you, their king is not happy about that! He's shaking his fist at Sirius, scowling and throwing a tantrum quite unbefitting royalty. Sirius doesn't seem to care though. He reaches back, one hand on the couch to steady himself, and I can just see him running a hand blindly up Remus' thigh, up and up until he finally reaches his goal. His fingers wrap around the circumference of Remus' cock, sliding slowly from bottom to top, swirling one finger over its head, spreading the salty drops of liquid over his skin, making it glisten.

"Moony, come here." Sirius' voice is deep, his movements inside of me have slowed. And just as I'm about to protest, I find myself sitting there stunned, watching on in awe. Remus did as Sirius asked, moved around to his side. And now I have the perfect view of Sirius taking him into his mouth, of his tongue sliding over him, tasting him.

"Can we leave now?" Severus says disgustedly in my ear.

"Shh!" I hiss at him, my arms reaching back to wrap around his neck as I watch on. His damp hair is beneath my hands and I slip my fingers through the strands, dancing them over the back of his neck. I feel his sharp intake of breath. Who would've thought that would bring such a lovely response?

And slowly Sirius is taking all of Remus into his mouth until he's fully sheathed. Remus groans, his hands reach out, one resting on Sirius' shaggy head, the other on mine, trying to keep his balance.

I see Sirius swallow, his Adam's apple gliding along his exposed throat. Remus lets out a low moan, his eyes falling shut.

"Sirius," he hisses, "please...please stop. I can't take it."

Sirius makes an amused noise around him, but slowly slides him back out, just leaving the very tip of Remus between his lips.

"Sirius...can I...um...I mean...do you want...." Remus is flushed again, his eyes quickly looking away.

"Please do," Sirius replies, releasing him entirely.

Lupin looks down at him in surprise.

"Isn't this lovely," Snape says drolly. "Will you two just get on with fucking each other? I've had quite enough vomit inducing deplorableness for one day!"

"Severus!" I say, appalled.

"Professor Snape." He's mad. I am so going to make this up to him later. I'll...

I don't know what. He's suddenly taken hold of my hips, thrusting into me roughly. Gods, it's fantastic. His fingers digging into my hips, his cock feels so wonderful as each time he moves he stretches my tight ring of nerve endings that surround him. So damn good...so.....

"Oh, yeah!" Sirius has just thrown his head back, his hips jerk forward, his cock cleaving into me. His pace picks up; he's unrelenting. And I can just make out Remus' passion contorted face behind him.

I'm so close, but I'm holding in there, I want to enjoy this for all it's worth...

Sirius groans, his eyes falling shut. He's losing it, I can see it on his face. It won't be long....

"Not yet, Black." Snape's voice is harsh, cutting. "Not until Miss Granger has come."

Oh dear gods. Why did he have to say that? I can feel myself losing the battle at his words, but it's all over when Remus' arm reaches around Sirius, his fingers stroking at my clit. Severus' hands dig more firmly into my hips, fighting for control as I convulse around him. I force my eyes to stay open, watching them through blurry vision. Sirius groans, his body shaking as he joins me.

Remus isn't far behind. His hands have left me, instead sliding over Sirius' body, over his muscled chest, down his ribs.

And with a feral cry, his hips jerk against Sirius a few times, then he collapses against his back.

Severus is still moving, but lazily again now.

As I regain control of my body, I look back at him, wondering if I missed something. "I'm far from done, Miss Granger," he says, confirming my thoughts. And I'm wondering why he held back. "But that," he says, flicking his wand at the chess table, their king literally rolling over in defeat, "is the end of this bloody game."

"All right, what are you going to make us do?" Sirius asks, sounding just a little worried.

"Do what you like," Severus replies, looking at him scornfully. "Miss Granger and I have our own matters to attend to."

Now that sounds interesting...

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AN: Big hugs and sloppy kisses to the fantastic Warty for doing her beta magic :D