Snape/Harry slash

Title: Double Trouble and Double Pleasure

Author: Dina

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Severus Snape is Potions Master for a reason. He can even profit form an exploded, not-quite working potion.

Warnings: Double-penetration, not-quite-threesome.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters but I don’t make any profit from this, so don’t hurt me.
Author’s Note: And this is what you get when you want double penetration fics but can’t stand threesomes. Thank you emerald_123 for the wonderful beta!

BANG!

The sound of explosion echoed through the dungeons. It was followed by a minute of silence while grey smoke started to slowly cover everything. Then a voice, which was almost as loud as the previous blast, could be heard.

“Potter!” Severus Snape bellowed from the top of his lungs. “What the hell did you manage this time?” When no answer came, his anger was replaced by concern. "Potter? Are you all right? Where are you?"

"I’m here, Severus." Strangely, his voice seemed to came from two sources. Snape shook his head. It seemed his ears were still ringing.

"I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you with delicate work. You were never reliable when it came to potions. Why I thought it would ever change…" Snape muttered as he crossed his workroom through the thinning smoke where he suspected Potter must have been. Despite his grumbling, he hoped the stupid boy was all right.

In a way, it was his fault this had happened after all. He was working on an experimental potion, which at this stage was simply called Reduplicating Potion. It supposed to create the exact copy of any object it was dripped onto.

It was still far from perfect, and Snape couldn’t fathom where the problem lay. It seemed like he wouldn’t finish at that night at all. That was why Potter offered help. To hurry the process along. ‘To have time for other, more important things,’ as he said, grinning with his suggestive way at Snape, who listened to his cock instead of his good sense. It was quite natural for him to do so when it came to Potter lately, but still…

This damned smoke! Snape took out his wand and with a grumbled spell made it disappear, thinking to himself it should have been Potter’s job as he caused it. With the room finally clear, he spotted the young man…and stopped dead. Not only his ears were ringing, but he saw double, too! Two identical Potters sat on the floor and were staring at each other dumbly.

"What…How in the name of Merlin’s balls…"

"I’m sorry, Severus. I don’t know…" Potter and Potter said in unison, quickly stopping as they heard they other voice. They replaced their dumb staring with suspicious glares.

“The Reduplicating Potion,” Snape massaged the bridge of his hooked nose, “doesn’t work on living creatures. Or it shouldn’t. What have you done?”

"Nothing!" two voices denied immediately. "I’ve done everything as you told me to do!"

They were worse than the Weasley twins. Snape felt the beginnings of a headache. So much for a nice evening.

"By any chance, do you know who is the real one?" he asked without much hope.

“I am,” came the duo’s reply. Just as suspected. Potters were never known for making his life easier.

He observed the two young men. Even the smudges on their faces caused by the explosion and the tears on their robes were identical.

“Severus…” The Potters threw a nervous glance at the other. “Make him disappear. He freaks me out.” They stood up. With completely identical movements.

"Let’s see…can you act differently?"

"What do you mean?" they asked.

“You.” He pointed at the Harry standing to his left. "Say something!"

"Like what?" he asked. The other stayed quiet.

"You," he said to the other one. "Go there and sit down." He did so while the other was watching him curiously.

Snape tested them any way he could think of. Asking questions only proved both had the same memory. Magical test gave the same results for both. They acted identically in a same situation, but weren’t connected by any visible means to the other.

“I can’t do anything,” Snape confessed at last, “as I’ve no idea which of you is the real Potter. No,” he said when they opened their mouths. “I know both of you think you are. It doesn’t prove anything.”

"Then what?" they asked.

"The Reduplicating Potion doesn’t work for more than three hours. At least not on inanimate objects. My suggestion is to wait this night out: if in the morning there’s still two of you, we will ask Albus for help."

“That’s it? Just wait?” came two indignant voices. “You have no idea what it’s like to have another you!”

"Well, I have to deal with two Potters instead of the usual one, so I think it’s much worse for me."

"Oh, ha ha. I think you just…"

"Potter…and Potter." Snape interrupted quickly, not wanting to get into an argument. He was outnumbered, after all. "Go and take a bath. You are dirty. Than go to sleep. I hope when the morning comes everything will be back to normal."

"Sending me to bed without supper, are you?" Potters asked, scowling.

"Just do it!" he snapped. It was a small miracle they did.

~*~

Sitting on his bed and listening to the angry voices coming through the bathroom door, Snape couldn’t repress a smile. At least Potter would get a first-hand experience at how irritating he was. He never quite believed when Snape said it. Of course, nowadays he said it with much less spite he once had.

The door banged open and Potters stormed out. One of them was wearing the bathrobe. The other-the angrier looking one-had only a towel around his waist. They were complaining about each other as they caught sight of Snape, but the Potions Master hardly paid any mind to them.

He took in their flushed, wet form, and decided that in his opinion, two Potters looked twice as delicious. Regrettably twice as loud, too. He let his eyes roam over the towel-clad one. Predictably, the other took offence immediately.

"Hey! Why are looking at him like that?" he demanded.

"I’m just looking at you, Potter." Snape pointed out.

"No! Well, maybe yes, but it’s still not me."

“I hope I don’t sound so idiotic all the time,” the other Potter muttered.

They started to argue again, but Snape had enough.

“All right.” He stood up. “Get out. Both of you.”

"What? Why?"

"Because I can deal with one Potter, but two is obviously too much for me. Out."

“But Severus…I’m sure I can convince you to let me stay,” the one with the towel said, stepping closer with a seductive smile.”

"What? Get away from him!" Bathrobed-Potter yanked the other away.

Snape eyed them, thinking. An idea started to form in his head. After all, this situation could be much more enjoyable than listening Potter arguing with himself. He started to unbutton his robe.

"I’m sure both of you can work for staying the night. If you would shut up, of course."

"I’m not sure this is a good idea…"

"Than you can go, I’ll do everything."

“You wish!”

It didn’t take a minute until Snape and both Potters were naked and spread on the bed. Snape sighed, content. Two Potter obviously could mean double pleasure, not just double irritation, he thought. It just helped that they were still competing with each other; Snape could simply enjoy everything.

He was lying on his side, while one Potter was kissing his neck, his chest, playing with clever fingers with his nipples and slowly but promisingly leading downwards. The other was behind him, slowly placing biting kisses all over his shoulders.

They were driving him crazy with pleasure. He pushed the one before him a bit down. The boy took the hint, and left Snape’s chest in favour of his cock. Snape moaned as Potter took him into his mouth. He lifted his leg, letting him have better access. The other Potter saw his opportunity and pushed a finger barely wet with spit into his hole. The almost dry penetration hurt a bit, but the enthusiastic sucking the other was performing made him forget the slight pain. Snape took hold of his leg and lifted it even higher.

Backside Potter left him. Snape hoped it was to find the lube they usually used. His hopes weren’t in vain; two slick fingers soon returned into his arse. Snape threw his head back, and as much as his position permitted, started to thrust into the mouth that was sucking to his cock. But-much to his displeasure-it withdrew.

Before he could protest, the fingers were removed from his hole only to be replaced by a tongue. Snape shouted his enthusiasm. Nothing turned him on more like this.

He forgot about Front Potter until he not-quite gently bit Snape’s inner thigh. He shouted and jerked back. This unfortunately caused Backside Potter to withdraw his tongue from his arse.

"Hey! You almost knocked my teeth out!" he complained.

Snape, who really couldn’t cared less about Potter’s teeth at the moment sighed angrily. They had been progressing so nicely…

“Just fuck me already,” he said, determined not to fall out of the mood.

"Your wish is my command." One of the Potters grinned.

“No,” the other protested immediately. “I will…” He fell silent. Snape was a bit unnerved to see two identical grins broke out on the two identical faces.

"What?" he snapped.

“On your knees,” came instead of an answer.

Snape lifted one of his eyebrows. "Mind your tone, brat." But he complied anyway.

One Potter got behind him. Without further ado, he lubricated his cock and slowly pushed it up into Snape’s arse. He pushed back, welcoming it eagerly, but to his disappointment, Potter didn’t start to thrust as soon as he was completely in. Instead, he just embraced Snape and held him tightly against him, unmoving.

“I’ve got-we’ve got a plan,” the other Potter announced before Snape could complain.

"A plan?" he asked, wary.

"Yes…" Potter looked to the other Potter, probably for confirmation. "We both want you fuck you." Seeing Snape still wasn’t comprehending their idea, he added, "At the same time."

“What?” His voice was a few octaves higher than usual. The idea was crazy, idiotic, probably impossible… but also quite thrilling. To have two cocks up there…

"I’m not sure," he confessed.

Backside Potter chose that moment to thrust gently against him. Snape gasped.

"All right." He made up his mind. "But if I say stop, you will stop, understood?"

Potter nodded, excitement clear on his face. He lay down on his stomach in front of Snape and pushed two generously lubricated fingers up next to the other Potter’s cock. The Potions Master whimpered and threw his head back. The Potter already in him murmured nonsense in his ear as the other slowly stretched Snape’s hole more than he thought was possible.

It was a slow work, and by the time Potter found his anus was properly relaxed, all three of them were panting. He kneeled in front of Snape, and pushed his cock in as he withdrew his fingers. Snape shouted and bit his shoulder.

Potter paused half way in. "Should I stop?" he asked, breathless.

“No.” Snape shook his head. “Just more slowly.”

Both Potters obviously tried to control themselves the best they could, but it still hurt like hell. Tears were running down Snape’s cheeks by the time they both were completely in. He was sure he wouldn’t be able to sit for a week after this. He should just make this insanity stop now, before…

Backside Potter chose the time to start to move slowly perfectly, removing most of his doubts by skillfully hitting his prostate. Snape cried out, this time in pleasure. Well, maybe he should endure a bit more of this…

Potters started to built a slow place, gently thrusting into him at the same time. Snape moaned. He was too old for this…he would die, no one can stand so much pleasure and pain at the same time, he thought. Well, at least he would die a happy, happy man. He burrowed his head in the crook of Front Potter’s shoulder and experimentally thrust his arse back.

Both Potters moaned and started to fuck him more roughly. Four hands were caressing his body, two mouths murmuring nonsense to him like, “You’re beautiful,” or, “Oh, Merlin, I can’t stand this much longer!”

A hand found his cock, slowly stroking. That was too much for him and with a shout he came, spraying his and Front Potter’s chest with his seed. This brought off the backside one, too. He didn’t withdraw after he was finished, but waited as the other Potter still thrusted next to his cock. It didn’t take long until he came, too, shooting more come up into Snape’s arse.

Potters’ withdrawal hurt almost as much as their penetration. When they were finally out and let go of Snape, he simply fell to the bed, face down. They were speaking to him, asking if he was all right, but Snape couldn’t answer. He was practically asleep as soon as he was horizontal.

~*~

He awoke to fingers combing through his hair. He opened one eye to find Potter looking at him with concern. With effort, he lifted his head a little and looked around. It was just the two of them.

"He’s gone. Simply disappeared about half an hour ago." Potter sounded pleased with that.

Snape grunted and prepared to fall asleep again.

"Severus?"

"Hmmm?"

"Are you all right? I’ve got some balm…if you are hurt."

“’am, a bit,” he confessed. He sighed, content, as Potter massaged the salve to his most tender parts. He was too tired and sated to get aroused, but it still felt nice.

"Severus? Did you enjoy…that?" Potter sounded concerned.

"I think it was quite obvious I did, " Snape murmured into his pillow.

"Yes…But I…I don’t want to do anything like this, ever again, " Harry blurted out suddenly.

Snape turned to his back at that. "You didn’t enjoy it?"

"I did," Potter confessed, "but it also hurt to share you. Even with myself."

Snape blinked at this, surprised. Slowly, a pleased smile broke out on his face.

"Don’t worry, Harry," he said to the young man who was still watching him nervously. "I don’t think there’s anyone else crazy enough other then you, who would want me. "

“Idiot,” Potter said somewhat fondly. “I’d bet there are dozens, they’re just too afraid of you to show it.” He laid down and snuggled close to Snape. "The question is, would you want anyone else?"

“No, Harry,” Snape answered honestly. “I wouldn’t.”

fin