InsaneJournal

One of Them

He was ashamed to say the kiss was nothing like when he and Lily had kissed. This kiss was, in fact, more alluring. He was hard inside his pants. And it was James Potter.

He spat when James pulled his face away, grinning in that idiotic way. "What in the fuck was that, Potter?" he sneered, a bit breathless.

James just looked at him for another moment, pressed a thigh against his erection (at which he furiously blushed), and then turned his head to look toward the end of the corridor where, horror of horrors, the other three marauders were. Severus ineffectually tried to shrink back into the wall and, for once, become one of the brain-dead parts of the castle, such as the marauders themselves. He was truly mortified.

"I think you were right about him, Sirius," said James, "he's one of you. Or one of you, I guess, Remus."

Severus noted that he still hadn't been released. "Whatever it is, I admit to it freely. Now will you let me go?"

"No," said James. "You see, if we did that, all this would be quite pointless. We promise you won't be hurt. Permanently. Personally, I'm not touching you, but that's what I have Wormtail here for." Without further ado, James dropped his trousers, and Severus's eyes widened as Peter Pettigrew moved over to the boy, knelt, and began to kiss and lick at James Potter's groin. He felt himself harden further at the possibility of someone ever doing something like that to him.

"Uh uh, Snape, I'm up here," said Sirius, sounding cheerful for once, grasping his chin to force him into eye-contact. "That's better. Ignore them, they're just the audience. We are the show. Pull down the man's pants, Remus," he said pleasantly and Severus, wrists still attached to the wall above his head, began to panic.

"Calm down," Sirius admonished, leaning in to resume the job James had started: kissing Severus Snape more thoroughly than he'd ever been kissed.

This time Severus really was panting, and he barely had enough breath in him to moan when Remus's tongue flicked across the head of his hard, exposed prick. "Shit," he breathed, trying to press back into the wall to hide and simultaneously trying to arch into the tongue of the other boy, and he was certain it all made him look ridiculous, but couldn't bring himself to care much, as all he cared about was the hope that either Remus would go away or that he would keep going.

"I'll let expletives slide this time, Sniv. After all, Remus is rather talented. Learned from the best."

"And who . . . pray tell . . . would that be?" Severus barely managed.

"Me, of course," said Sirius with a devilish smirk.

"Why don't you put your mouth where your reputation is, you cocksucker," said Severus, startling Sirius.

"Careful. With an attitude like that, he may bite it off," said James, moaning as Wormtail began to suck at him.

"I'd rather have him scream my name in undeniable pleasure than in pain. But there are other ways to accomplish that than being a cocksucker, aren't there, Moony?"

Remus pulled off with a smack. "Yes. Yes, there are."

"I'm about to show Snape my very favorite way."

Severus began to panic a bit again. Sirius flipped him around, pinning him against the wall, cracking the boy's head against it once to the sound of a truly precious cry. Oh, he was going to enjoy this; he could tell.

"Moony."

"What?" called Remus, pushing to his feet, but Sirius held a hand on his shoulder, pushing him down again.

"Do that thing you do with your tongue."

"Ah." Remus leaned in, parted the cheeks of Snape's arse wide, and made a nice, long, wet lick that caused Severus to bite his lip on a moan. He did it again, and Severus found himself trembling with the utter intimacy of it, the utter pleasure he could feel.

"I bet he tastes like greed and corruption," said James.

"And ambition," said Remus, pausing for a moment as he felt Snape tremble in his hands, reveling in it.

"And fear," said Sirius hungrily. "He tastes like fear. I can tell."

Peter pulled off for a moment. "He tastes like arse. That's an arse. Merlin, you guys are weird."

"Did I say you could stop?" said James, thrusting his hips forward once to emphasize his point. Peter just shrugged and leaned in again.

"He's always ruining our fun," Sirius commented. "Almost as bad as you, at times, Sniv."

Severus could barely hear him. He was concentrating on pressing back against Remus Lupin's dirty, dirty tongue in his dirty, dirty . . . orifice. He choked on another pleasured sound, resting his head against the cool stone wall.

"Look at how his prick strains," said Sirius, moving to catch sight of the red, red, evil traitor up against Severus's fluttering stomach. "The prick you were just licking," he says to Moony, "with your wicked little mouth."

The tongue pressed inside of him and he couldn't hold back his surprised sound, toes curling in his boots. "Fuck," he breathed and he gave a shiver that only encouraged Lupin to press the tongue inside of him farther, more quickly, with a sort of a twist at moments, and he was sure he would have embarrassed himself by coming very quickly, were he not so embarrassed he was finding it hard to come at all.

"That's probably good enough," said Sirius. "Here, give us a kiss." Severus could see only vaguely that the two of them were locked at the lips, sharing the taste of his . . . well . . . down there . . . and then Sirius had grabbed a wand and just before Severus had the forethought to stiffen as he imagined what sort of spells might do damage to an open, twitching arse hole, all thoughts were cut off as the tip was pressed into him.

He gasped and the wand was pulled out just a bit, then in a bit more, then out, then in, and something oddly cool and gel-like was dripping from it, and Severus moaned.

"Such a fucking whore. And don't stop sucking that cock, Wormtail, we'll clean this up later."

Severus moaned again, in protest that it was Pettigrew's wand, of the four of theirs, but it felt so odd, so weird, yet so good, somehow, and when the wand was removed and a finger pressed in, he bucked back against it.

"Just like I told you, Remus, he's practically gagging for it."

"More like . . . gagging . . . on the scent . . . of randy idiot."

Sirius let out a bark of laughter. "Maybe he only has a sense of humor when being buggered. Good hypothesis, isn't it? Should we try it out?"

"We . . . already are," said James, trying to hang on to the edge of orgasm without falling over it.

"No one's talking to you Prongs," murmured Sirius, adding a second finger, stretching him.

"I never thought I'd say it, but he looks good like this," said Remus quietly.

"He does," Sirius agreed, pushing a third finger in, to which Severus whined in protest and he chuckled. "Looks like he's about ready. Still think you won't be screaming?" He jabbed the fingers in harder to emphasize his point.

"Shut up," spat Severus, writhing as the fingers stretched him wide. The fingers left and he felt empty, relieved, for only a moment before Sirius's prick pushed against him. "Oh God!"

"Here I come," said Sirius, "ready or not." He pushed into the other boy slowly, reveling in the gasp it produced as he slid in all the way and then just held him there for a moment. "I won't release you until I'm . . . done . . . and . . . I won't be starting . . . until you beg for me to do it. To move inside your arse . . . because that's what whores do."

"Perverts!" moaned Severus, bowing his head so his face was covered by his hair.

"Beg me," said Sirius, the shakiness in his voice revealing that his own resolve was running low. He pulled out slowly, then pushed back in. "Snivellus is a fucking whore. Ask for this."

"Do it," said Snape quietly after a moment.

"Do what?"

"Rape me with your prick, because . . . this is obviously . . . not my choice!" he snapped.

"I suppose that works," said Remus thoughtfully.

Somewhere along the line, James had come, and he was now watching raptly, waiting for himself to harden up again as Wormtail stroked himself off, still on the floor where he belonged.

Sirius must have thought that counted as well, as he pulled Severus's hips a bit closer and began to pound into him with an earnestness he usually never displayed. This was a special occasion indeed.

It started to burn uncomfortably, and he ignored it as best he could, resting his cheek against the wall. He could feel Sirius getting close already, willing it all to be over and done with.

"Whores come first," panted Sirius with a groan. "Moony," he said, and Remus understood, reaching for Severus's prick, pulling at it until the pale, used boy moaned and splattered the wall with disgusting half-blood seed.

"Merlin! Tight!" Sirius cried as he came very abruptly, pulled into the ebb and flow of the pulsating body. He pulled out after a moment, leaving Severus collapsed against the wall.

Remus knew it was his turn. Without further ado, he slathered his cock up with lube from Wormtail's wand and pushed in. Sirius hadn't been kidding when he said it was tight. Remus leaned in and nipped at the nape of Severus's neck, causing him to tense up. "I'm in human form now," he whispered lowly, so the others wouldn't be able to hear, "But I can still rip you to shreds."

With one hand, he dug his fingers into Severus's hip, and with the other he plucked at a nipple relentlessly until Severus gave into the urge to cry out.

"Suck his cock into hardness," commanded Remus, and Sirius lazily knelt, holding Snape's hips still, away from the wall, so that he could fasten his lips around his prize. He could feel the blood pulsing as it swelled back to a reasonable size, then took it into his mouth entirely and sucked so hard Severus saw stars, moaning and twisting his hips. He was held fairly firmly by the two of them, though, his sick, sick classmates, as they used his body and made it betray him.

When he came again, it was with a groan, and all of a sudden Sirius was out of the way, licking his lips, and Remus was pushing him against the wall hard, to which he gave an undignified squeak. Remus used his arse more brutally than Sirius had and he was truly sore by the time the werewolf finally came.

James stood behind him after Remus pulled away, and he tensed, thinking James would stick it in him too, but James just laughed, stroking himself to his own release, dirtying Severus's robes and his back. Luckily, Wormtail had already spent, because if he'd done the same, Severus may very well have broken down crying. As it was, the temptation was strong enough already.

"How's old Voldemort these days?" said James, painting his hips with the come he'd shot all over him, standing behind him as Remus released the magical bonds tying his wrists to the wall. "I almost feel bad about all this, you know. I mean, little pouf like you's naturally going to fall for one of us—it's a pity you've such bad luck, though, because I'm the straight one. You can bugger Wormtail if you'd like—"

"Hey!"

"—but I want you to know that I took pleasure only in your pain. Who the hell did your mother fuck to get such an ugly baby? You know, I'm not even sure I want to know."

James left, and Wormtail followed, but Remus helped clean Snape up as Sirius watched. He tucked him back in, straightened his robes, after cleaning them, even massaged his wrists a bit. "Do you have to be so easy to hate?" he asked Severus, handing him his wand back.

"Remus! Why did you hand him that back?"

"He won't do anything," said Remus. "Will you, Snape?"

Severus stared at the wand in his hand. No. No, he wouldn't do anything.