Grazhir :: Harry Potter :: Snapshots: CIA :: Amenable


Notes: Occurs during chapter six, after the scene in the garden.

The second that Harry and Voldemort were off to their usual morning work pursuits (it being the day after they had been designated as handlers) Armand and Marius made for the garden with all haste. And on their way to the shade tree they noticed Moony watching them, so Armand gestured for the man to follow.

They seated themselves, exchanged a glance, then Armand turned his attention to Moony. “We’re curious about something. You’re not required to answer, but we will be pleased if you do.”

“What is it?”

“Are you actually amenable to being a model for Marius?”

Moony nodded and shrugged.

“And if Marius would like to do erotic sculpture, what then?”

Moony shrugged again. “Like what?”

“Such as you caught in the act of masturbation.”

“I don’t care. My master has more or less made certain that I lack most of my original inhibitions.”

Armand licked his lips and nodded. “Or you caught in the act of fucking your companion? Simulated, of course, as I sincerely doubt anyone is capable of sustaining intercourse for long enough to count.”


“I see.” Armand reached over to caress his mate’s thigh rather absently. “Just how amenable are you, Moony?”


“What if we were to request that you accommodate us both—what would you say?”

Moony cocked his head to the side and furrowed his brow. “Like how?”

“As an example, say that we wished for you to fellate Marius while I fucked you.”

“Oh. My master spikes our water, you know, with an aphrodisiac,” Moony confided. “I cannot help but be perpetually aroused, so I would say yes, with one exception.”

The two men exchanged another look before Marius said, “Exception?”

“You know I am a werewolf. Those few days around the full moon, I am ill and weak.”

“Ah, yes, of course. So, aside from that, you are willing to accommodate us should we wish it?”

Moony nodded, then tilted his head curiously. “So, you’re not like my master?”

“In what way?”

“He would not ever have anyone touch him but Lord Voldemort, and I don’t think that’s entirely due to his mate’s possessiveness.”

Armand shook his head as Marius said, “No, we are not. I think that it’s a purely personal thing for each individual. Yes, it is true that Armand and I are completely devoted to each other, but we do not have a problem with including another from time to time for a bit of spice, though I admit, we have never actually done so before.”

“Why not Weatherby?”

“We don’t particularly find him attractive. You, on the other hand. . . .”

Moony looked almost embarrassed there for a bit. “You have not yet said, aside from my master’s orders, what you wish for me to call each of you.”

That occasioned another shared glance and a couple of vaguely wicked smiles. “I think Harry has been a bad influence on us,” Armand said. “Even so, you will continue to use sir.”

“As you wish. Is there anything I can do for you right now?”

Armand felt his mate shiver and glanced over curiously. Marius’s eyes had gone slightly glazed at the question, and a look further down clearly showed that his mate was very aroused. He looked back to Moony and smiled. “Yes, actually, there is. Stay there a moment,” he ordered, then stood up.

He stripped quickly and dropped his clothing onto the chair he had vacated, then drew his mate to his feet and removed his clothes as well. Armand then took his mate’s hand and began to lead him toward the wall of the house, calling back over his shoulder, “Moony, join us.”

There he directed Moony to kneel in front of the wall, then positioned Marius in front of him. “Moony, you can assist us by attending to my mate’s cock while I make love to him.” Then he sheathed himself smoothly and began to thrust, also indulging his desire to nip and bite Marius’s neck as his hands held him steady, and he did think to whisper, “Please, my angel, you must attempt to control your thrall.”

He was fast approaching an explosive culmination when he felt a very wet tongue slide between the cheeks of his ass, both startling him and setting him off. The feeling of that tongue against his anus was simply too much for him. Thankfully, Marius began to orgasm almost at the same time.

A short time later, when they had recovered themselves and were once again dressed, Armand was given to stare thoughtfully at Weatherby as Marius fidgeted nearby. “We cannot fail to mention this, my angel. After all, it would be wrong of us to ignore the fact that Harry specifically forbade Weatherby to touch either of us.”

“Yes, but what if he becomes upset with us?”

Armand said, “Well, perhaps we should have clarified things with him beforehand. But even so, I don’t think he will. Harry seemed most un-bothered by the idea of us amusing ourselves with his pet. I think he will become upset, though, should one of his spies speak to him before we do, as I believe the snakes in this garden are here in part to report any misbehavior on the part of the pets.”

“Oh. Oh my. I never thought of it that way, but Harry is a parselmouth, isn’t he.”

“He is indeed.”

That afternoon Armand approached Harry in rather a diffident manner, having waited until Voldemort had left for his office. “I regret to say that I have some bad news for you, Harry, regarding an incident in the garden.”

Harry left off messing with the dishes and dropped into a chair, a concerned expression on his face. “What’s wrong?”

“Well, you see. . . .” He explained about their conversation with Moony, and their rather naughty activities, doing his best not to shift about like a guilty schoolboy.

Harry simply nodded. “Yes, but what’s the problem?”

He heaved a sigh of relief internally that they had not misinterpreted Harry’s earlier attitude on the usefulness of his pets and said, “Unfortunately, while we were pleasantly engaged, Weatherby decided to misbehave.”

Harry’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Did he now.”

Armand nodded. “To be indelicate, he began to ream me.”

“I see.” Harry tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling for a while, then sighed heavily. “You know, I never did get around to figuring out what punishment would consist of.” A sheepish smile appeared on his face. “I suppose I’m going to have to now, won’t I.”