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starduchess) wrote2015-03-25 08:22 pm
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Fic: Devotion to Isis
Title: Devotion to Isis
Gift for: akatnamedeaster
Author:starduchess
Pairings: Severus/Remus/Sirius, past Severus/Regulus
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~6000
Warnings: threesome, sex magic, Egyptian mythology, slight dubcon, talk of mpreg
Summary: Sirius is dead, but that doesn’t stop Dumbledore from sending Remus and Severus on a wild goose chase to Egypt to bring him back.
A/N: Written for HP_3somes Valentine's 2015 exchange fest. A nice thank you to isisanubis for the quick beta read. All remaining mistakes are mine.
The Order of the Phoenix was sitting around the antique dining room table of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, listening to various reports on You-Know-Who’s latest movements. Remus could care less about the reports now that he’d lost Sirius. It all seemed so meaningless, and everything irritated him. He was angry one minute and utterly depressed the next. He sneered at the man across from him on sheer principle, not because of the words the other was spouting.
Severus felt the blackness all around him. His whole world had dimmed at Black’s passing. It should have thrilled him to be rid of another Marauder, but instead he felt bereft. There was no one with which to pester and trade the most vulgar insults. There was no one to hound about being irresponsible that would cover his own immaturity. There was also no one, now, to mellow the wolf sitting across from him.
Mounting tension could be felt by all in the crowded room. Dumbledore managed to conduct the meeting over and around such animosity and finally called the meeting to a close. “Remus, Severus, please stay after a moment.” All the rest of the members shared a quick, nervous glance at one another, promptly leaving before the fighting could begin.
“What do you wish for now, Albus?” Severus hissed. “I need to return home and prepare more anti-cruciatus potion. The Dark Lord has not taken kindly to the destruction of the prophecy orb.” He left unsaid that said Dark Lord was taking his grievance out on his followers. It would come as no surprise to Dumbledore, as he understood the Dark Lord’s moods as well as Severus did.
“Yes, I understand. There is another matter that I wish to discuss with the both of you. There is not much known about the Veil, either in research or in myth, but an Unspeakable I talked with after the attack at the Ministry mentioned a vague tale about Osiris and the gods of Egypt. I have spoken briefly with young Bill Weasley and he has agreed to escort you both to Egypt and to help get you oriented. The loss of Sirius Black has affected us all, most especially Harry, at a time when he is so emotionally vulnerable.”
Severus growled. “Not to mention incompetent. Which all of this has proved.”
Remus growled back. “How dare you say anything about Harry? If anything, it’s you, your teaching methods and your attitude that’s led to all this.”
“I told Potter to concentrate and I told Black to stay put, yet neither of them listened!”
“Gentlemen! Please. We need to get Sirius back if we can, are you agreed?”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“I know Sirius isn’t your favourite person, ...” a snort came from Severus, “... but he is an asset to our cause, and if we can get him back, we should. Go on and get things arranged as you need, and we’ll meet back here tomorrow afternoon. Bill will be here, ready with the portkeys.”
Severus just stared at Dumbledore for a long moment, then he sneered and said, “If there was but a paid contract for your Order, I would incinerate it and then negotiate for better compensation.” Turning, his robes attempting to billow out but blocked as they were by narrow spaces between chair and table and wall, he stalked away and out of the house.
Remus shifted his focus back to Albus. “I hope this is a real lead and not some wild goose chase to keep our spirits up, because it will backfire on you. Oh, and don’t be surprised if we kill each other along the way.” He, too, stalked away, only to go up to the second floor where his bedroom was. He wished it was Sirius’ room, but without Sirius in it, he couldn’t even bare to look in that direction.
----
The portkey to Egypt was uneventful, Remus weary but hopeful, Severus wary and disgusted.
"I managed to scrounge up a small flat for you on such short notice. It's not much -- one bedroom with en suite, a kitchenette and a living room -- but I hope it will suffice. You can come to me with any requests for items and I'll help you traverse the markets. It can be a bit crazy if you’re not used to bartering."
Severus sneered. "One bedroom? Was it not clear that we are two men?"
"Men can cohabitate," Bill returned.
"I am not sleeping with Lupin!"
Remus looked disturbed, too. "The feeling's mutual, but I take it there is a couch or a sleeper cot available?"
Bill looked a little sheepish as he answered. "There are some cushions on the floor -- it’s a native custom to use pillows -- but I'll see what other options can be dug up."
Frowns formed on both wizards, yet Severus was the one to voice their displeasure. "Is that the best this country can offer?"
Bill's lips thinned. "You better hope this country has more to offer, or else your trip will have been wasted." Refraining from further words, he turned around and stalked off, supposedly toward their temporary domicile.
Remus sighed and followed after, leaving Severus to grit his teeth in annoyance. He finally moved to join them, if only to miss becoming a permanent statue in the middle of the road.
----
Bill fetched them the next day and showed them the national library archives before heading to his own job. He was glad to leave them to their research, as they were both being surly from a sleepless night. Severus had commandeered the bed, so Remus had been forced to sleep on the floor. Then Remus had tossed and turned all night, which resulted in Severus being awoken from slumber more than once. Thank the gods Egyptians had access to dark Turkish coffee or else these two would be asleep on their feet. Bill did not envy the library staff today.
"We need relevant information concerning the return of the deceased," Severus demanded of the first attendant they found.
"Do you want entombing practices and retrieval or spiritual pathways of the soul?" she asked, yawning at the dawn inquisitors.
Severus stared at the chit, his black eyes intense with a mixture of disdain and determination. "What we need is anecdotal evidence of bringing someone back to life; what we want is a competent guide for such an endeavor."
Remus stepped in before Severus could insult her with ringing endorsements for her lack of competency. "We're looking for any stories, myths, or legends about bringing people back from the dead. If there are any real accounts, that would be even better."
She looked at them with healthy skepticism and responded with a note of amusement in her voice. "No one's ever been brought back from the dead."
"Yes, well ...." Remus coughed. "But maybe there are tales of such? We heard there might be something associated with the god Osiris."
"There is the basic religious account of Osiris' death and resurrection with the help of his wife, Isis. Here, we can start you with some basics in ancient mythology." She walked them to those stacks containing references on the Egyptian pantheon and pulled numerous books off shelves to start their research. "Write down your questions and things you want more details on. I'll come back to check on you in a few hours. Also, if this leads you to another area of study, let me know and I can grab you more materials."
"Thank you," Remus said with a small smile.
They both grabbed the nearest volume and began reading.
----
After a morning of pouring over fictional stories, the two men left the library to get some lunch. The sun was high overhead and the heat of the day was in full force. Severus was wearing his usual layered black outfit meant for the colds of Scotland, and Remus’ werewolf metabolism was higher than a normal wizard’s, so both were sweating as they walked to a local restaurant.
“This is a preposterous waste of our time,” grumbled Severus, after they’d ordered food and water.
“I know you feel justified in Sirius’ death,” Remus spat at him, “but if you believe in Albus’ theory about Harry being the Chosen One, we have to get Sirius back. Harry can’t function right now without him.” He accepted the drink from their waiter and took a long swallow, the coolness soothing his parched throat.
Severus sneered at him as he reached for his own glass. “So instead of helping the boy deal with his grief and go on with his foolhardy existence, we mollycoddle him by this farce of a resurrection.”
Remus slammed his water glass back onto the table. “Shut up, Severus! I don’t know why Albus sent you on this mission, because you have not one ounce of compassion in you! Harry is desperate for any familial connection; he thought he’d have that with Sirius and then BAM! It’s gone again. He needs a steady anchor!”
“Then why doesn’t he lean into the Weasleys more? They’re happy to take in another mouth to feed, even though they’ve not the resources for such.”
“Oh, Arthur makes enough and the older kids are on their own. The problem is that the Weasleys aren’t enough for Harry. Their attentions are too much divided.”
Severus didn’t look convinced of that, but he decided not to push further. It was a useless exercise, he could tell. “What about you?”
Remus’ ire died and his face fell. “I can’t do much for him. Legally, I’m not allowed anything; I can’t work or hold custody of a kid.” He wiped his face with his hands, noting how the sand mixed with his sweat was scrubbing at his skin. “I feel like I’ve failed them all -- James, Sirius, Harry.”
“Oh, pity the poor wolf who can’t get up the gumption to live his own life.” Severus leant back in his chair, as the waiter brought their lunches. He picked up the fork and dove in to the pungent chicken dish of cumin and saffron and fenugreek, trying to ignore his companion.
Remus looked hurt and pinched his lips together in mild anger. After a few minutes of watching Severus eat in silence, he lowered his eyes to his food and stewed in the knowledge that Severus was right.
----
In the afternoon they branched out from mythology and religion to local histories, real life tales, and accounts of spiritual journeys by shamans and priests. Remus took the latter group, knowing that Severus would sneer and discount most of what was written there on general principle and might miss something. The accounts were interesting and the overriding theme seemed a wish to find meaning in life and a peace in their later days. It seemed that humans were the same all throughout history.
It was late when he came across an obscure reference. “Severus, listen to this: ‘I came to stand upon the Nile, and watched the fish jump for joy. One fell to the side. Its mouth moved up and down and its gills flexed in and out. It thrashed around in death throes such as we. A look in its eyes of prayer to Osiris for life. It found none. Upon its death, I lifted it up. So heavy for its size. I threw it back with a strangled, futile cry and watched as it shook itself and went back to its life. Miracles there as I look, much like the girl Nedjemisis, who brought her man back.’ I think he means back from the dead, since that’s what this passage is talking about. Maybe we can find another reference to this Nedjemisis.”
Severus waved his wand and said the reference spell. The book in Remus’ hands lit up, as was expected, and two other resources lit up as well. One was another journal; the other was a rolled up scroll deep in the pile of real life tales. “Read the other journal and I’ll read through the scroll.”
Remus agreed, first checking that the current book had no further mention of the girl before turning his attention to the second book. Severus marked his place in the histories and opened the scroll.
“Okay, here we go,” Remus said a little while later. “This priest said he was visited by a distraught girl by the name of Nedjemisis, who had just lost her husband to a mountain fall in the east along the sea. She begged the priest to pray on her behalf to the gods for deliverance of her husband. At first he refused, trying to console her to the will of the gods.”
“Good man.”
Remus gave him a dirty look then continued with the passage. “She cried that she had to get with child, and since the gods had stolen him, the priest would have to take his place. They had relations in the temple, and while she was on his phallus, she let her magic out and called upon Isis her devotion to return Osiris and beget her of Horus. The priest said he became overcome with a feeling of urgency and lethargy, of disconnection and total unity, and felt his body and his spirit split. And then a moment later, he awoke to find himself not inside Nedjemisis, but inside her husband Osirihotep, who was then inside his wife. They all found completion and the girl thanked the priest, smiling. She was with child by the end of a cycle.”
Severus sneered. “Such a touching miracle of life. I doubt we would be able to get away with the same.”
Remus looked pensive. “Actually, we might. Sirius was very nearly my husband and you with your priestly robes fit the scholarly type.”
“This is not a cossack!”
Remus just smiled a little at that outburst. He felt hope for the first time since Sirius had died and didn’t mind teasing Severus just a bit. He wasn’t a Marauder for nothing, you know, and it would be so good to have true mirth back in his life. He needed it just as much as Harry. “What does the scroll say?” he asked in order to distract Severus from his rant about his wardrobe.
Severus humphed. “I’m still scrolling through the text. It’s quite old.”
Remus let him alone and reread the priest’s account, taking notes this time and paying attention to details.
“This is rubbish,” Severus said in disgust. “I’m not involving myself in sex magic!”
“What does it say?”
Severus glared murderously at him. “It says that if the penitent wishes a child from a dead loved one, she should pray to the goddess Isis, her magic unleashed and spilling forward, while fornicating with a priest of ‘untenable’ virginity.”
Remus snickered. “So tell me, Severus, I think we can claim ‘untenable’ virginity for you. I know you were caught snogging in the broom closet a time or two with Regulus. Did anything go further? Have you had other lovers since?”
Severus’ cheeks turned red and Remus could feel the heat of loathing radiating off of him. “That is none of your concern!”
“It is, if it could be relevant to this cause,” Remus said, lips pursing in irritation. “If you are going to play the part, we have to get the details right.”
“Who said I was going along with this impossible charade? You have lost your thrice-damned mind, Lupin.” Severus got up and flicked his wand to rearrange the reference materials into orderly stacks for filing by the library staff.
Remus nicked the ancient scroll and added it to his notes. “Wait, Severus. We should think this over and talk about it.”
“There is no talking. It was a wild goose chase and I will have no more part in this nonsense. We will be returning home in the morning.” He glared once more at Remus, furious that this course of action had been considered for even one day, and swooped out of the study area they had been assigned.
Remus sighed and gathered up their things. He walked to the entrance and asked for the one text to be checked out to them, the librarian simply making a copy of it for him and keeping the original. “Thank you.” He stowed everything in a pocket and then ran to catch up with Severus. “Come on. Let’s get dinner.”
----
The evening meal was a strained affair, Severus alternating between glowering at his plate of dates, tehina dip, kushari (which every guide book insists travelers try while here), and pita bread and glaring at his companion. Remus was attempting to stay tempered, but his eagerness was easy to spot. It was going to take a miracle to get the wolf to give up on the ridiculous ritual they had uncovered today. He couldn’t wait to get back to England in order to brush him off; he wondered vaguely to whom Remus would turn for help. Not that he cared. Not really. They were all a damned nuisance, and Black’s return to the living wouldn’t garner the peace and happiness they all yearned for. No, Severus would have no peace at all.
Remus kept conversation down to a minimum, which meant none. He knew any words would put a strain on Severus’ temper, and that would only hamper his plans. He did manage to get him to agree to some rice pudding for dessert, just to sweeten the deal. They took a long walk home to see some of the city at night, stopping by Bill’s place to arrange for transport home, and it was very late by the time they returned to the hotel.
“Have a shower first, Severus. You look awfully tired and you can get to sleep before me.”
Severus nodded his head once and strode to the bathroom, a change of clothes floating behind him.
Remus started his seduction early by disrobing completely, letting his arse be on display for Severus’ eyes before going into the shower. Severus came out of the bathroom twenty minutes later in a green nightshirt and grey pajama bottoms, barefoot, and with his hair stringy from being wet. His eyes grew large at Remus’ naked form and quickly turned away with a sneer.
“Hurry up into the shower, Lupin. And you’d better take some clothing in there with you.”
“Why is your hair still wet? Don’t you want to dry it?” Remus asked with genuine curiosity.
“Not that you care, but drying spells tend to make my hair frizzy,” he said, still not looking at Remus as he moved to the bed.
Remus quirked an eyebrow. “You might catch cold, though. It gets cold here at night.”
He could hear the smirk in Severus’ answer. “You forget where I live; it’s always cold in the dungeons of Scotland. I’ve been washing my hair like this for over two decades without consequence.”
Remus put up his hands in acquiescence, even though Severus couldn’t see it. “Alright. If you say so. I’ll go for my bath now.” He levitated his own night clothes into the bathroom with no intention of actually wearing them and closed the door. The hot water felt good on his aching muscles, having been bent over a desk all day and taking the long walk this evening. He also luxuriated in using the coconut-scented, milled soap to clean out the grit and sand that covered every part of him.
He spent an hour in the bath, giving Severus plenty of time to relax and fall asleep. He dozed himself for about half that time, needing to replenish his energy stores, until the water grew tepid and was no longer comfortable to sit in. He rinsed, letting the additional heat revive him, and brushed his teeth, before leaving the bathroom.
Severus was indeed asleep. He looked a bit less stressed while in repose, but he still had tension lines on his face. Not for the first time did Remus imagine what a harsh and lonely existence the Potions Master lived. Besides the return of his lover, perhaps this ritual could give Severus some pleasure as well. Indeed, if the scrolls were correct, he would need to.
Remus set about his plans. First, he cast a sleep-deepening spell on Severus, to keep him from waking up upon first touches. He wanted him awake later, sure, but he wasn’t about to be cast out of the bed before he got Severus properly aroused. Second, he cast a general warming charm in the room, and third, he slowly removed the bedclothes. Severus was still dressed, but that was fine for now.
Starting with the calves, Remus slowly massaged his bed companion, taking time on each muscle group to work out the tension and punishing abuse that Severus seemed determined to dole out to his body. As he worked his way up, he avoided the erogenous zones, wanting to relax the man fully, get him used to his touch, before leveraging his way into sex. He paid attention to Severus’ breathing. It became quicker as Remus worked his way up, and it hitched when Remus got close to dangerous territory. He would back away then and move on to another spot -- calves, thighs, stomach, chest, shoulders, arms. Remus glowered at the Dark Mark as he took up massaging the forearms, but he didn’t pull back or hesitate. He knew Severus was their spy. He just didn’t have to like it very much.
He managed to turn Severus over about three-quarters of the way without waking him. Starting at the shoulders, he massaged the back and down to the legs again. By now, Severus’ breathing had sped up, becoming deeper and harsher as he laboured to take in more oxygen due to the increased blood flow caused by the massage. Turning Severus back onto his back, Remus carefully pulled off his sleep pants, exposing a half-hard cock inside a nest of wiry black hair. His legs were also very hairy, and Remus delighted in running his fingertips through it, changing the pressure from massaging to tantalising. He straddled Severus’ hips, letting their cocks slide together, earning a soft moan from beneath him to match his own. It felt good to be touched again. It also felt forbidden, since this was the greasy git that no one dared come close to, much less touch, and it was not his lover, Sirius. But it could be -- would be -- if the gods chose to allow it.
He raised Severus’ sleep shirt, gently pushing his arms out of the sleeves and unbuttoning it to get it over his head. He then ran his fingers through the long strands of hair, still damp and stringy but at least no longer greasy. Massaging the scalp to ease away more tension, he lent over Severus’ body and began lightly kissing him all over his face. Severus’ breathing sped up and Remus could feel an erection growing underneath his stomach.
Finally, Severus began to stir. Remus kept up his ministrations, getting Severus used to his touches while still half asleep. Severus moaned as Remus grazed over a nipple. He became more insistent with firmer presses of lips and tongue and fingers. Severus was skinny and wiry, with tight muscles and jutting bones, but Remus didn’t care as long as he could bring Sirius back.
Remus knew the instant Severus awoke. The man’s body went completely still and his black eyes popped open with such intensity that it burned Remus’ soul. He grabbed both wrists and held them to the bed before Severus could get any ideas about hitting or hexing him.
“What the devil? Get off of me!”
“No, Severus, please. Let me do this. We need to get Sirius back and this is the only way to do it.”
Severus sneered. “No one needs that mutt back, and this is madness! Unhand me!”
“Please,” he said with yearning eyes. He bent down and licked a nipple and Severus gasped.
“No.”
Remus lifted his head and tried the other nipple. “Just this once. Please, just let it happen.”
Severus growled his warning.
Remus chuckled. “You can’t intimidate my wolf, Severus. You’re all bark and no bite.” He nipped and licked his way up to the neck.
“Get off and I’ll show you how much bite I have,” he snarled.
Remus chuckled a little more and shook his head. “No, I’ve watched you. Oh, sure, you know how to duel and do whatever you do at Death Eater meetings, but when not fighting for your life, you hold back, choosing to lash out with wit and insult. And if it wasn’t directed mostly at Sirius or Harry, it would be damn sexy.” Just to prove his statement, Remus swooped down onto Severus’ lips, giving a brutal kiss, full of aggression and dominance.
Severus struggled and resisted, but Remus wore him out with lack of oxygen. He was limp and panting by the time Remus let up. His eyelids fluttered open and close as Remus rained little kisses all over his face, pleading, “Just once. Just relax. Please, let it happen. And just think: if it works, you’ll get to bugger Sirius. Should be worth it, right?”
Severus’ mind was clouded with lust. He hadn’t been kissed that forcefully since his days working on his mastery. He wondered what sex with Lupin (and Black) would be like, but that was already feeling very promising. If only the goal wasn’t the use of sex magic. Just another way for everyone to use him without his true feelings respected. Yet his true feelings in this matter were quite bipolar, to his annoyance. He despised Sirius, but he secretly wanted the infuriating man back, to give him some sport and keep everyone else from moping about. Sirius was a loud-mouthed brute, but his presence bolstered the others in whatever room he occupied. He was an imbecile of the highest order but also an excellent dueller and a member they couldn’t have afforded to lose.
Having made his decision, he growled out, “This had better work the first time, Lupin.”
Remus grinned in triumph. “I’ll make sure it does.” With that he went back to lavishing attention upon Severus’ person. He let go of the wrists, sure now that Severus wouldn’t fight him, and began stroking him in earnest. Severus returned some touches and kisses, but for the most part he let Remus have his way with him. Remus in turn worked hard at arousal, no longer worried about slow seduction.
“Can you cast a lubrication charm?” he muttered in between licks.
“Only if you pause this nonsense long enough for proper brain function.”
Remus pulled back a little. Severus cast a wandless spell, and as it tingled inside him, his eyes went wide at the amount of power and control in Severus’ spell casting. Perhaps their combined powers really could make this work. “Thanks.”
He returned to licking and biting at the delicious nipples on display below him. Severus hissed and arched his back, his erection going hard at the slightly rougher treatment. “Like that, do you?” Remus asked. He confirmed it with a bite to Severus’ throat. This earned him a cry and a buck upward into his groin. Remus moaned through the kiss.
“Ride me,” commanded Severus.
Remus released his neck and gave him one more kiss on the lips. Then he lifted up and positioned himself over Severus’ cock. He grimaced at the first push passed his anus, feeling the burn caused by Severus’ girth, even with lubrication. They both paused to allow him to adjust to the internal pressure. When he was ready, Remus sank down onto the unfamiliar cock, groaning with ecstasy. It felt so good to be filled.
Once he was fully descended, Remus opened his eyes and spread his arms wide, releasing control on his magic, letting it flow into the room and wrap around the two of them. “Goddess Isis, I plead upon thee for a boon. My service I pledge to thee in return for mine husband, Sirius Black. He was stolen from me before his time, before he could beget me with child. Please, I beg of thee to return him here.”
A white light glowed from within Remus’ magic and pulsed once with energy. It then seemed to be waiting for something, so Remus poked Severus. “I think you’re supposed to say something. Remember, you’re playing the priest.”
Severus grunted, wanting Remus to move, not recite poetry. “Dammit, Lupin, what am I supposed to say?”
“Just confirm to Isis what I said, and plead with her for … I don’t know, guidance or mercy or something. It didn’t exactly say on the scroll.” Remus hoped he hurried up. He didn’t want to lose this clear opportunity.
Severus closed his eyes and inhaled a breath while gaining control back of his senses. “Oh goddess Isis,” man, he felt stupid, “I confirm what Remus Lupin has said and ask for your intercession in this matter. Use our bodies and return to us Sirius Black, whom we’ve lost.” He felt like a ridiculous fool for saying such things out loud, but it seemed to appease the spirit, for the light grew and encompassed them both, pulsing.
“Move, Lupin.”
Remus happily obliged, rocking up and down on his cock. The light pulsed with each downward slide, increasing in intensity and frequency as the two men joined in sacred ritual. Severus felt a heavy lassitude come over him, yet his need to come grew with every thrust. Remus’ energy, on the other hand, became wild as he sped up to match the light, eventually fucking in full abandon. He was pleading the whole time, too. “Please, Isis. Return Sirius to me. Please, let me get with child. Oh Goddess, please!”
As the light grew, everything around them slowly whited out until a spark flashed between them, and instantly Sirius was there, sandwiched between the two of them, Severus’ cock deep inside him and his own cock buried in Remus. Sirius didn’t question it, and Remus’ eyes filled with tears of joy. Remus kissed Sirius hard. Then they all continued thrusting against each other until they shouted out their completion.
Panting hard, Remus clung to Sirius. He had him back. Oh gods above, he had him back. Remus was so relieved from his constant grief that he sobbed into Sirius’ chest. For his part Sirius stroked his hair and murmured inconsequential feelings of love. Severus twitched his features at the cloyingly sweet display of affection and grunted to get their attention.
“If you would stop snivelling, we could adjust our positions for sleeping, which I hope to be doing in less than five minutes.”
Remus smiled through his tears at that. Good ol’ snarky Severus. Sirius turned his head and glared at him. “You’re such a bastard, Snape. You can’t even allow such a good thing as sex to come into your pathetic life without spitting on it. Give us a minute.”
Severus growled. “Well, get on with it. You’re too bloody heavy.”
“Willing to shag me but not able to handle it, Snivellus?”
“Leave it, Padfoot. Besides, he’s right. We should get off him. We’ve both had a long, frustrating day besides the fabulous sex and we’re exhausted. Let’s roll over and get to sleep.” Remus always was the more sensible of the Marauders. Sirius nodded and they climbed off each other. “Thank you, Severus,” Remus said, leaning down to kiss him.
Severus appreciated the sentiment, but pushed him off anyway. “Quit slobbering on me and get some rest. Our portkey goes off at eight am.”
“Yes, sir,” Remus said with some cheek. He then laid down between the two men, snuggling close to Sirius yet still keeping a connection to Severus. “We’ll have to wait to see if I’m pregnant.”
“Pregnant!?” Sirius screeched.
“Sleep!” said Severus, not wanting to be diverted from his goal.
It took Remus’ soothing to calm Sirius back down. “It was part of the ritual. I had to beg Isis for a child in order to get you back. Don’t worry. We’ll manage, whatever may come.”
“You also pledged your service. You may come to regret that rash decision,” mumbled Severus from his pillow.
Remus shrugged. “Only time will tell.”
They laid their heads down and all fell into a deep sleep.
----
They still had a restless night, what with three grown males in one small bed, and the following morning Sirius insisted on another round of sex, just to be sure the ritual had truly worked. They were tired but satisfied (and dressed) by the time the portkey activated to take them all home.
Shocks and stares greeted them upon arrival. They had not been expecting the two travelers to come back so soon, nor were they expecting them to have succeeded and brought back a very-much-alive Sirius to his own living room.
Dumbledore was the first to recover. “Well done, my boys! Sirius, it’s good to have you back. Remus and Severus, I would like a full accounting of your research. Gentlemen, if you would please, this way.” He led them off to the sitting room for a private discussion, while everyone in the Order who was there just gaped at them in astonishment.
After giving him their combined assessments, Dumbledore asked for clarifications. “So it did not have to have exact wording to work?”
Remus shook his head. “Nope, I just went off the basics found in the scrolls and improvised and told Severus to do the same.”
“Interesting. Definitely a version of wish magic combined with sex magic. Very affective. And do you suppose you are pregnant now?”
“I don’t know. It’s only been a few hours and this might take longer to develop. No one’s ever recorded it.”
Dumbledore nodded. “We shall have to keep notes, then, to pass down for posterity’s sake. And you, Severus, any lasting effects?”
“None that I can tell, Headmaster. We will have to be vigilant over time, though.”
“Good. Good.” Dumbledore nodded again and turned his focus to the third member of their little group. “And you, Sirius, do you remember falling through the Veil?”
“Yeah, it was weird. Like falling through quicksand and then everything was stripped away and went black.”
“Did anything happen or did you feel or hear or see anything between the moment you were sucked into the Veil and the moment you flashed back into existence?”
Sirius concentrated, but he couldn’t think of anything. “I don’t remember anything at all. Sorry.”
“Hmm.” Dumbledore went over the facts in his head and one thing still needed discussing. “Remus, since this is wish magic and you granted yourself to it in the form of service to the goddess Isis, how do you think this will manifest?”
Remus swallowed, suddenly nervous. “I really don’t know.”
Severus snorted. “Really, Lupin, it isn’t hard to imagine. Isis is associated with the constellation Sirius. I expect that you will be ‘serving’ him for the foreseeable future.”
Remus’ eyes lit up. “Severus, that’s brilliant! You came across that in the research, didn’t you? And here I thought you didn’t care about us.”
Severus snarled. “Watch it, Lupin. You may find that my caring extends to hexing you both when you become obscene idiots.”
It was Sirius’ turn to snort. “Well, it’s good to see some things never change. Although ...” and here he looked sheepish, “... when you aren’t hexing us, …” then he glanced at Severus and back down again in embarrassment, “... aniceshaginthebedwilldo.”
Severus smirked. “I believe that can be arranged.”
“Well,” said Dumbledore. “I wish you all health and happiness in days to come. And Sirius? Try not to get killed again.”
Sirius grinned. “Yeah, I’ll work on that.”
“If he manages such a thing,” Severus said, “it would truly be a miracle.”
The End.
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Gift for: akatnamedeaster
Author:
starduchessPairings: Severus/Remus/Sirius, past Severus/Regulus
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~6000
Warnings: threesome, sex magic, Egyptian mythology, slight dubcon, talk of mpreg
Summary: Sirius is dead, but that doesn’t stop Dumbledore from sending Remus and Severus on a wild goose chase to Egypt to bring him back.
A/N: Written for HP_3somes Valentine's 2015 exchange fest. A nice thank you to isisanubis for the quick beta read. All remaining mistakes are mine.
The Order of the Phoenix was sitting around the antique dining room table of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, listening to various reports on You-Know-Who’s latest movements. Remus could care less about the reports now that he’d lost Sirius. It all seemed so meaningless, and everything irritated him. He was angry one minute and utterly depressed the next. He sneered at the man across from him on sheer principle, not because of the words the other was spouting.
Severus felt the blackness all around him. His whole world had dimmed at Black’s passing. It should have thrilled him to be rid of another Marauder, but instead he felt bereft. There was no one with which to pester and trade the most vulgar insults. There was no one to hound about being irresponsible that would cover his own immaturity. There was also no one, now, to mellow the wolf sitting across from him.
Mounting tension could be felt by all in the crowded room. Dumbledore managed to conduct the meeting over and around such animosity and finally called the meeting to a close. “Remus, Severus, please stay after a moment.” All the rest of the members shared a quick, nervous glance at one another, promptly leaving before the fighting could begin.
“What do you wish for now, Albus?” Severus hissed. “I need to return home and prepare more anti-cruciatus potion. The Dark Lord has not taken kindly to the destruction of the prophecy orb.” He left unsaid that said Dark Lord was taking his grievance out on his followers. It would come as no surprise to Dumbledore, as he understood the Dark Lord’s moods as well as Severus did.
“Yes, I understand. There is another matter that I wish to discuss with the both of you. There is not much known about the Veil, either in research or in myth, but an Unspeakable I talked with after the attack at the Ministry mentioned a vague tale about Osiris and the gods of Egypt. I have spoken briefly with young Bill Weasley and he has agreed to escort you both to Egypt and to help get you oriented. The loss of Sirius Black has affected us all, most especially Harry, at a time when he is so emotionally vulnerable.”
Severus growled. “Not to mention incompetent. Which all of this has proved.”
Remus growled back. “How dare you say anything about Harry? If anything, it’s you, your teaching methods and your attitude that’s led to all this.”
“I told Potter to concentrate and I told Black to stay put, yet neither of them listened!”
“Gentlemen! Please. We need to get Sirius back if we can, are you agreed?”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“I know Sirius isn’t your favourite person, ...” a snort came from Severus, “... but he is an asset to our cause, and if we can get him back, we should. Go on and get things arranged as you need, and we’ll meet back here tomorrow afternoon. Bill will be here, ready with the portkeys.”
Severus just stared at Dumbledore for a long moment, then he sneered and said, “If there was but a paid contract for your Order, I would incinerate it and then negotiate for better compensation.” Turning, his robes attempting to billow out but blocked as they were by narrow spaces between chair and table and wall, he stalked away and out of the house.
Remus shifted his focus back to Albus. “I hope this is a real lead and not some wild goose chase to keep our spirits up, because it will backfire on you. Oh, and don’t be surprised if we kill each other along the way.” He, too, stalked away, only to go up to the second floor where his bedroom was. He wished it was Sirius’ room, but without Sirius in it, he couldn’t even bare to look in that direction.
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The portkey to Egypt was uneventful, Remus weary but hopeful, Severus wary and disgusted.
"I managed to scrounge up a small flat for you on such short notice. It's not much -- one bedroom with en suite, a kitchenette and a living room -- but I hope it will suffice. You can come to me with any requests for items and I'll help you traverse the markets. It can be a bit crazy if you’re not used to bartering."
Severus sneered. "One bedroom? Was it not clear that we are two men?"
"Men can cohabitate," Bill returned.
"I am not sleeping with Lupin!"
Remus looked disturbed, too. "The feeling's mutual, but I take it there is a couch or a sleeper cot available?"
Bill looked a little sheepish as he answered. "There are some cushions on the floor -- it’s a native custom to use pillows -- but I'll see what other options can be dug up."
Frowns formed on both wizards, yet Severus was the one to voice their displeasure. "Is that the best this country can offer?"
Bill's lips thinned. "You better hope this country has more to offer, or else your trip will have been wasted." Refraining from further words, he turned around and stalked off, supposedly toward their temporary domicile.
Remus sighed and followed after, leaving Severus to grit his teeth in annoyance. He finally moved to join them, if only to miss becoming a permanent statue in the middle of the road.
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Bill fetched them the next day and showed them the national library archives before heading to his own job. He was glad to leave them to their research, as they were both being surly from a sleepless night. Severus had commandeered the bed, so Remus had been forced to sleep on the floor. Then Remus had tossed and turned all night, which resulted in Severus being awoken from slumber more than once. Thank the gods Egyptians had access to dark Turkish coffee or else these two would be asleep on their feet. Bill did not envy the library staff today.
"We need relevant information concerning the return of the deceased," Severus demanded of the first attendant they found.
"Do you want entombing practices and retrieval or spiritual pathways of the soul?" she asked, yawning at the dawn inquisitors.
Severus stared at the chit, his black eyes intense with a mixture of disdain and determination. "What we need is anecdotal evidence of bringing someone back to life; what we want is a competent guide for such an endeavor."
Remus stepped in before Severus could insult her with ringing endorsements for her lack of competency. "We're looking for any stories, myths, or legends about bringing people back from the dead. If there are any real accounts, that would be even better."
She looked at them with healthy skepticism and responded with a note of amusement in her voice. "No one's ever been brought back from the dead."
"Yes, well ...." Remus coughed. "But maybe there are tales of such? We heard there might be something associated with the god Osiris."
"There is the basic religious account of Osiris' death and resurrection with the help of his wife, Isis. Here, we can start you with some basics in ancient mythology." She walked them to those stacks containing references on the Egyptian pantheon and pulled numerous books off shelves to start their research. "Write down your questions and things you want more details on. I'll come back to check on you in a few hours. Also, if this leads you to another area of study, let me know and I can grab you more materials."
"Thank you," Remus said with a small smile.
They both grabbed the nearest volume and began reading.
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After a morning of pouring over fictional stories, the two men left the library to get some lunch. The sun was high overhead and the heat of the day was in full force. Severus was wearing his usual layered black outfit meant for the colds of Scotland, and Remus’ werewolf metabolism was higher than a normal wizard’s, so both were sweating as they walked to a local restaurant.
“This is a preposterous waste of our time,” grumbled Severus, after they’d ordered food and water.
“I know you feel justified in Sirius’ death,” Remus spat at him, “but if you believe in Albus’ theory about Harry being the Chosen One, we have to get Sirius back. Harry can’t function right now without him.” He accepted the drink from their waiter and took a long swallow, the coolness soothing his parched throat.
Severus sneered at him as he reached for his own glass. “So instead of helping the boy deal with his grief and go on with his foolhardy existence, we mollycoddle him by this farce of a resurrection.”
Remus slammed his water glass back onto the table. “Shut up, Severus! I don’t know why Albus sent you on this mission, because you have not one ounce of compassion in you! Harry is desperate for any familial connection; he thought he’d have that with Sirius and then BAM! It’s gone again. He needs a steady anchor!”
“Then why doesn’t he lean into the Weasleys more? They’re happy to take in another mouth to feed, even though they’ve not the resources for such.”
“Oh, Arthur makes enough and the older kids are on their own. The problem is that the Weasleys aren’t enough for Harry. Their attentions are too much divided.”
Severus didn’t look convinced of that, but he decided not to push further. It was a useless exercise, he could tell. “What about you?”
Remus’ ire died and his face fell. “I can’t do much for him. Legally, I’m not allowed anything; I can’t work or hold custody of a kid.” He wiped his face with his hands, noting how the sand mixed with his sweat was scrubbing at his skin. “I feel like I’ve failed them all -- James, Sirius, Harry.”
“Oh, pity the poor wolf who can’t get up the gumption to live his own life.” Severus leant back in his chair, as the waiter brought their lunches. He picked up the fork and dove in to the pungent chicken dish of cumin and saffron and fenugreek, trying to ignore his companion.
Remus looked hurt and pinched his lips together in mild anger. After a few minutes of watching Severus eat in silence, he lowered his eyes to his food and stewed in the knowledge that Severus was right.
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In the afternoon they branched out from mythology and religion to local histories, real life tales, and accounts of spiritual journeys by shamans and priests. Remus took the latter group, knowing that Severus would sneer and discount most of what was written there on general principle and might miss something. The accounts were interesting and the overriding theme seemed a wish to find meaning in life and a peace in their later days. It seemed that humans were the same all throughout history.
It was late when he came across an obscure reference. “Severus, listen to this: ‘I came to stand upon the Nile, and watched the fish jump for joy. One fell to the side. Its mouth moved up and down and its gills flexed in and out. It thrashed around in death throes such as we. A look in its eyes of prayer to Osiris for life. It found none. Upon its death, I lifted it up. So heavy for its size. I threw it back with a strangled, futile cry and watched as it shook itself and went back to its life. Miracles there as I look, much like the girl Nedjemisis, who brought her man back.’ I think he means back from the dead, since that’s what this passage is talking about. Maybe we can find another reference to this Nedjemisis.”
Severus waved his wand and said the reference spell. The book in Remus’ hands lit up, as was expected, and two other resources lit up as well. One was another journal; the other was a rolled up scroll deep in the pile of real life tales. “Read the other journal and I’ll read through the scroll.”
Remus agreed, first checking that the current book had no further mention of the girl before turning his attention to the second book. Severus marked his place in the histories and opened the scroll.
“Okay, here we go,” Remus said a little while later. “This priest said he was visited by a distraught girl by the name of Nedjemisis, who had just lost her husband to a mountain fall in the east along the sea. She begged the priest to pray on her behalf to the gods for deliverance of her husband. At first he refused, trying to console her to the will of the gods.”
“Good man.”
Remus gave him a dirty look then continued with the passage. “She cried that she had to get with child, and since the gods had stolen him, the priest would have to take his place. They had relations in the temple, and while she was on his phallus, she let her magic out and called upon Isis her devotion to return Osiris and beget her of Horus. The priest said he became overcome with a feeling of urgency and lethargy, of disconnection and total unity, and felt his body and his spirit split. And then a moment later, he awoke to find himself not inside Nedjemisis, but inside her husband Osirihotep, who was then inside his wife. They all found completion and the girl thanked the priest, smiling. She was with child by the end of a cycle.”
Severus sneered. “Such a touching miracle of life. I doubt we would be able to get away with the same.”
Remus looked pensive. “Actually, we might. Sirius was very nearly my husband and you with your priestly robes fit the scholarly type.”
“This is not a cossack!”
Remus just smiled a little at that outburst. He felt hope for the first time since Sirius had died and didn’t mind teasing Severus just a bit. He wasn’t a Marauder for nothing, you know, and it would be so good to have true mirth back in his life. He needed it just as much as Harry. “What does the scroll say?” he asked in order to distract Severus from his rant about his wardrobe.
Severus humphed. “I’m still scrolling through the text. It’s quite old.”
Remus let him alone and reread the priest’s account, taking notes this time and paying attention to details.
“This is rubbish,” Severus said in disgust. “I’m not involving myself in sex magic!”
“What does it say?”
Severus glared murderously at him. “It says that if the penitent wishes a child from a dead loved one, she should pray to the goddess Isis, her magic unleashed and spilling forward, while fornicating with a priest of ‘untenable’ virginity.”
Remus snickered. “So tell me, Severus, I think we can claim ‘untenable’ virginity for you. I know you were caught snogging in the broom closet a time or two with Regulus. Did anything go further? Have you had other lovers since?”
Severus’ cheeks turned red and Remus could feel the heat of loathing radiating off of him. “That is none of your concern!”
“It is, if it could be relevant to this cause,” Remus said, lips pursing in irritation. “If you are going to play the part, we have to get the details right.”
“Who said I was going along with this impossible charade? You have lost your thrice-damned mind, Lupin.” Severus got up and flicked his wand to rearrange the reference materials into orderly stacks for filing by the library staff.
Remus nicked the ancient scroll and added it to his notes. “Wait, Severus. We should think this over and talk about it.”
“There is no talking. It was a wild goose chase and I will have no more part in this nonsense. We will be returning home in the morning.” He glared once more at Remus, furious that this course of action had been considered for even one day, and swooped out of the study area they had been assigned.
Remus sighed and gathered up their things. He walked to the entrance and asked for the one text to be checked out to them, the librarian simply making a copy of it for him and keeping the original. “Thank you.” He stowed everything in a pocket and then ran to catch up with Severus. “Come on. Let’s get dinner.”
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The evening meal was a strained affair, Severus alternating between glowering at his plate of dates, tehina dip, kushari (which every guide book insists travelers try while here), and pita bread and glaring at his companion. Remus was attempting to stay tempered, but his eagerness was easy to spot. It was going to take a miracle to get the wolf to give up on the ridiculous ritual they had uncovered today. He couldn’t wait to get back to England in order to brush him off; he wondered vaguely to whom Remus would turn for help. Not that he cared. Not really. They were all a damned nuisance, and Black’s return to the living wouldn’t garner the peace and happiness they all yearned for. No, Severus would have no peace at all.
Remus kept conversation down to a minimum, which meant none. He knew any words would put a strain on Severus’ temper, and that would only hamper his plans. He did manage to get him to agree to some rice pudding for dessert, just to sweeten the deal. They took a long walk home to see some of the city at night, stopping by Bill’s place to arrange for transport home, and it was very late by the time they returned to the hotel.
“Have a shower first, Severus. You look awfully tired and you can get to sleep before me.”
Severus nodded his head once and strode to the bathroom, a change of clothes floating behind him.
Remus started his seduction early by disrobing completely, letting his arse be on display for Severus’ eyes before going into the shower. Severus came out of the bathroom twenty minutes later in a green nightshirt and grey pajama bottoms, barefoot, and with his hair stringy from being wet. His eyes grew large at Remus’ naked form and quickly turned away with a sneer.
“Hurry up into the shower, Lupin. And you’d better take some clothing in there with you.”
“Why is your hair still wet? Don’t you want to dry it?” Remus asked with genuine curiosity.
“Not that you care, but drying spells tend to make my hair frizzy,” he said, still not looking at Remus as he moved to the bed.
Remus quirked an eyebrow. “You might catch cold, though. It gets cold here at night.”
He could hear the smirk in Severus’ answer. “You forget where I live; it’s always cold in the dungeons of Scotland. I’ve been washing my hair like this for over two decades without consequence.”
Remus put up his hands in acquiescence, even though Severus couldn’t see it. “Alright. If you say so. I’ll go for my bath now.” He levitated his own night clothes into the bathroom with no intention of actually wearing them and closed the door. The hot water felt good on his aching muscles, having been bent over a desk all day and taking the long walk this evening. He also luxuriated in using the coconut-scented, milled soap to clean out the grit and sand that covered every part of him.
He spent an hour in the bath, giving Severus plenty of time to relax and fall asleep. He dozed himself for about half that time, needing to replenish his energy stores, until the water grew tepid and was no longer comfortable to sit in. He rinsed, letting the additional heat revive him, and brushed his teeth, before leaving the bathroom.
Severus was indeed asleep. He looked a bit less stressed while in repose, but he still had tension lines on his face. Not for the first time did Remus imagine what a harsh and lonely existence the Potions Master lived. Besides the return of his lover, perhaps this ritual could give Severus some pleasure as well. Indeed, if the scrolls were correct, he would need to.
Remus set about his plans. First, he cast a sleep-deepening spell on Severus, to keep him from waking up upon first touches. He wanted him awake later, sure, but he wasn’t about to be cast out of the bed before he got Severus properly aroused. Second, he cast a general warming charm in the room, and third, he slowly removed the bedclothes. Severus was still dressed, but that was fine for now.
Starting with the calves, Remus slowly massaged his bed companion, taking time on each muscle group to work out the tension and punishing abuse that Severus seemed determined to dole out to his body. As he worked his way up, he avoided the erogenous zones, wanting to relax the man fully, get him used to his touch, before leveraging his way into sex. He paid attention to Severus’ breathing. It became quicker as Remus worked his way up, and it hitched when Remus got close to dangerous territory. He would back away then and move on to another spot -- calves, thighs, stomach, chest, shoulders, arms. Remus glowered at the Dark Mark as he took up massaging the forearms, but he didn’t pull back or hesitate. He knew Severus was their spy. He just didn’t have to like it very much.
He managed to turn Severus over about three-quarters of the way without waking him. Starting at the shoulders, he massaged the back and down to the legs again. By now, Severus’ breathing had sped up, becoming deeper and harsher as he laboured to take in more oxygen due to the increased blood flow caused by the massage. Turning Severus back onto his back, Remus carefully pulled off his sleep pants, exposing a half-hard cock inside a nest of wiry black hair. His legs were also very hairy, and Remus delighted in running his fingertips through it, changing the pressure from massaging to tantalising. He straddled Severus’ hips, letting their cocks slide together, earning a soft moan from beneath him to match his own. It felt good to be touched again. It also felt forbidden, since this was the greasy git that no one dared come close to, much less touch, and it was not his lover, Sirius. But it could be -- would be -- if the gods chose to allow it.
He raised Severus’ sleep shirt, gently pushing his arms out of the sleeves and unbuttoning it to get it over his head. He then ran his fingers through the long strands of hair, still damp and stringy but at least no longer greasy. Massaging the scalp to ease away more tension, he lent over Severus’ body and began lightly kissing him all over his face. Severus’ breathing sped up and Remus could feel an erection growing underneath his stomach.
Finally, Severus began to stir. Remus kept up his ministrations, getting Severus used to his touches while still half asleep. Severus moaned as Remus grazed over a nipple. He became more insistent with firmer presses of lips and tongue and fingers. Severus was skinny and wiry, with tight muscles and jutting bones, but Remus didn’t care as long as he could bring Sirius back.
Remus knew the instant Severus awoke. The man’s body went completely still and his black eyes popped open with such intensity that it burned Remus’ soul. He grabbed both wrists and held them to the bed before Severus could get any ideas about hitting or hexing him.
“What the devil? Get off of me!”
“No, Severus, please. Let me do this. We need to get Sirius back and this is the only way to do it.”
Severus sneered. “No one needs that mutt back, and this is madness! Unhand me!”
“Please,” he said with yearning eyes. He bent down and licked a nipple and Severus gasped.
“No.”
Remus lifted his head and tried the other nipple. “Just this once. Please, just let it happen.”
Severus growled his warning.
Remus chuckled. “You can’t intimidate my wolf, Severus. You’re all bark and no bite.” He nipped and licked his way up to the neck.
“Get off and I’ll show you how much bite I have,” he snarled.
Remus chuckled a little more and shook his head. “No, I’ve watched you. Oh, sure, you know how to duel and do whatever you do at Death Eater meetings, but when not fighting for your life, you hold back, choosing to lash out with wit and insult. And if it wasn’t directed mostly at Sirius or Harry, it would be damn sexy.” Just to prove his statement, Remus swooped down onto Severus’ lips, giving a brutal kiss, full of aggression and dominance.
Severus struggled and resisted, but Remus wore him out with lack of oxygen. He was limp and panting by the time Remus let up. His eyelids fluttered open and close as Remus rained little kisses all over his face, pleading, “Just once. Just relax. Please, let it happen. And just think: if it works, you’ll get to bugger Sirius. Should be worth it, right?”
Severus’ mind was clouded with lust. He hadn’t been kissed that forcefully since his days working on his mastery. He wondered what sex with Lupin (and Black) would be like, but that was already feeling very promising. If only the goal wasn’t the use of sex magic. Just another way for everyone to use him without his true feelings respected. Yet his true feelings in this matter were quite bipolar, to his annoyance. He despised Sirius, but he secretly wanted the infuriating man back, to give him some sport and keep everyone else from moping about. Sirius was a loud-mouthed brute, but his presence bolstered the others in whatever room he occupied. He was an imbecile of the highest order but also an excellent dueller and a member they couldn’t have afforded to lose.
Having made his decision, he growled out, “This had better work the first time, Lupin.”
Remus grinned in triumph. “I’ll make sure it does.” With that he went back to lavishing attention upon Severus’ person. He let go of the wrists, sure now that Severus wouldn’t fight him, and began stroking him in earnest. Severus returned some touches and kisses, but for the most part he let Remus have his way with him. Remus in turn worked hard at arousal, no longer worried about slow seduction.
“Can you cast a lubrication charm?” he muttered in between licks.
“Only if you pause this nonsense long enough for proper brain function.”
Remus pulled back a little. Severus cast a wandless spell, and as it tingled inside him, his eyes went wide at the amount of power and control in Severus’ spell casting. Perhaps their combined powers really could make this work. “Thanks.”
He returned to licking and biting at the delicious nipples on display below him. Severus hissed and arched his back, his erection going hard at the slightly rougher treatment. “Like that, do you?” Remus asked. He confirmed it with a bite to Severus’ throat. This earned him a cry and a buck upward into his groin. Remus moaned through the kiss.
“Ride me,” commanded Severus.
Remus released his neck and gave him one more kiss on the lips. Then he lifted up and positioned himself over Severus’ cock. He grimaced at the first push passed his anus, feeling the burn caused by Severus’ girth, even with lubrication. They both paused to allow him to adjust to the internal pressure. When he was ready, Remus sank down onto the unfamiliar cock, groaning with ecstasy. It felt so good to be filled.
Once he was fully descended, Remus opened his eyes and spread his arms wide, releasing control on his magic, letting it flow into the room and wrap around the two of them. “Goddess Isis, I plead upon thee for a boon. My service I pledge to thee in return for mine husband, Sirius Black. He was stolen from me before his time, before he could beget me with child. Please, I beg of thee to return him here.”
A white light glowed from within Remus’ magic and pulsed once with energy. It then seemed to be waiting for something, so Remus poked Severus. “I think you’re supposed to say something. Remember, you’re playing the priest.”
Severus grunted, wanting Remus to move, not recite poetry. “Dammit, Lupin, what am I supposed to say?”
“Just confirm to Isis what I said, and plead with her for … I don’t know, guidance or mercy or something. It didn’t exactly say on the scroll.” Remus hoped he hurried up. He didn’t want to lose this clear opportunity.
Severus closed his eyes and inhaled a breath while gaining control back of his senses. “Oh goddess Isis,” man, he felt stupid, “I confirm what Remus Lupin has said and ask for your intercession in this matter. Use our bodies and return to us Sirius Black, whom we’ve lost.” He felt like a ridiculous fool for saying such things out loud, but it seemed to appease the spirit, for the light grew and encompassed them both, pulsing.
“Move, Lupin.”
Remus happily obliged, rocking up and down on his cock. The light pulsed with each downward slide, increasing in intensity and frequency as the two men joined in sacred ritual. Severus felt a heavy lassitude come over him, yet his need to come grew with every thrust. Remus’ energy, on the other hand, became wild as he sped up to match the light, eventually fucking in full abandon. He was pleading the whole time, too. “Please, Isis. Return Sirius to me. Please, let me get with child. Oh Goddess, please!”
As the light grew, everything around them slowly whited out until a spark flashed between them, and instantly Sirius was there, sandwiched between the two of them, Severus’ cock deep inside him and his own cock buried in Remus. Sirius didn’t question it, and Remus’ eyes filled with tears of joy. Remus kissed Sirius hard. Then they all continued thrusting against each other until they shouted out their completion.
Panting hard, Remus clung to Sirius. He had him back. Oh gods above, he had him back. Remus was so relieved from his constant grief that he sobbed into Sirius’ chest. For his part Sirius stroked his hair and murmured inconsequential feelings of love. Severus twitched his features at the cloyingly sweet display of affection and grunted to get their attention.
“If you would stop snivelling, we could adjust our positions for sleeping, which I hope to be doing in less than five minutes.”
Remus smiled through his tears at that. Good ol’ snarky Severus. Sirius turned his head and glared at him. “You’re such a bastard, Snape. You can’t even allow such a good thing as sex to come into your pathetic life without spitting on it. Give us a minute.”
Severus growled. “Well, get on with it. You’re too bloody heavy.”
“Willing to shag me but not able to handle it, Snivellus?”
“Leave it, Padfoot. Besides, he’s right. We should get off him. We’ve both had a long, frustrating day besides the fabulous sex and we’re exhausted. Let’s roll over and get to sleep.” Remus always was the more sensible of the Marauders. Sirius nodded and they climbed off each other. “Thank you, Severus,” Remus said, leaning down to kiss him.
Severus appreciated the sentiment, but pushed him off anyway. “Quit slobbering on me and get some rest. Our portkey goes off at eight am.”
“Yes, sir,” Remus said with some cheek. He then laid down between the two men, snuggling close to Sirius yet still keeping a connection to Severus. “We’ll have to wait to see if I’m pregnant.”
“Pregnant!?” Sirius screeched.
“Sleep!” said Severus, not wanting to be diverted from his goal.
It took Remus’ soothing to calm Sirius back down. “It was part of the ritual. I had to beg Isis for a child in order to get you back. Don’t worry. We’ll manage, whatever may come.”
“You also pledged your service. You may come to regret that rash decision,” mumbled Severus from his pillow.
Remus shrugged. “Only time will tell.”
They laid their heads down and all fell into a deep sleep.
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They still had a restless night, what with three grown males in one small bed, and the following morning Sirius insisted on another round of sex, just to be sure the ritual had truly worked. They were tired but satisfied (and dressed) by the time the portkey activated to take them all home.
Shocks and stares greeted them upon arrival. They had not been expecting the two travelers to come back so soon, nor were they expecting them to have succeeded and brought back a very-much-alive Sirius to his own living room.
Dumbledore was the first to recover. “Well done, my boys! Sirius, it’s good to have you back. Remus and Severus, I would like a full accounting of your research. Gentlemen, if you would please, this way.” He led them off to the sitting room for a private discussion, while everyone in the Order who was there just gaped at them in astonishment.
After giving him their combined assessments, Dumbledore asked for clarifications. “So it did not have to have exact wording to work?”
Remus shook his head. “Nope, I just went off the basics found in the scrolls and improvised and told Severus to do the same.”
“Interesting. Definitely a version of wish magic combined with sex magic. Very affective. And do you suppose you are pregnant now?”
“I don’t know. It’s only been a few hours and this might take longer to develop. No one’s ever recorded it.”
Dumbledore nodded. “We shall have to keep notes, then, to pass down for posterity’s sake. And you, Severus, any lasting effects?”
“None that I can tell, Headmaster. We will have to be vigilant over time, though.”
“Good. Good.” Dumbledore nodded again and turned his focus to the third member of their little group. “And you, Sirius, do you remember falling through the Veil?”
“Yeah, it was weird. Like falling through quicksand and then everything was stripped away and went black.”
“Did anything happen or did you feel or hear or see anything between the moment you were sucked into the Veil and the moment you flashed back into existence?”
Sirius concentrated, but he couldn’t think of anything. “I don’t remember anything at all. Sorry.”
“Hmm.” Dumbledore went over the facts in his head and one thing still needed discussing. “Remus, since this is wish magic and you granted yourself to it in the form of service to the goddess Isis, how do you think this will manifest?”
Remus swallowed, suddenly nervous. “I really don’t know.”
Severus snorted. “Really, Lupin, it isn’t hard to imagine. Isis is associated with the constellation Sirius. I expect that you will be ‘serving’ him for the foreseeable future.”
Remus’ eyes lit up. “Severus, that’s brilliant! You came across that in the research, didn’t you? And here I thought you didn’t care about us.”
Severus snarled. “Watch it, Lupin. You may find that my caring extends to hexing you both when you become obscene idiots.”
It was Sirius’ turn to snort. “Well, it’s good to see some things never change. Although ...” and here he looked sheepish, “... when you aren’t hexing us, …” then he glanced at Severus and back down again in embarrassment, “... aniceshaginthebedwilldo.”
Severus smirked. “I believe that can be arranged.”
“Well,” said Dumbledore. “I wish you all health and happiness in days to come. And Sirius? Try not to get killed again.”
Sirius grinned. “Yeah, I’ll work on that.”
“If he manages such a thing,” Severus said, “it would truly be a miracle.”
The End.
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