First, Percy made a call to Marcus. He had to know precisely what it was the Slytherin wanted to apologize for. He dashed some green powder into their fireplace and without Marcus's knowledge, Oliver had listened in on the Flew from the kitchen. He'd stood silently and opened his ears as the little flaming head that was Marcus Flint spoke. Apparently Marcus had lied. Not about still loving Oliver no—he had assured Percy that he still loved Oliver—but about not wanting Percy. Marcus hadn't realized how much he liked the redhead, how much he actually wanted around, until he didn't have him anymore.

And Percy had used that information to devise his master plan. Well… not really a master plan because so much good go wrong but it was the best they had. They should be ashamed of themselves for plotting to manipulate someone they both loved. But Oliver wasn't ashamed. If there was a possibility for him to have both Percy and Marcus without anyone getting hurt, Oliver was willing to take that chance. He would tell Marcus the truth afterwards.

It was a simple conspiracy, easily orchestrated, but deceitful all the same. Oliver had thought that after living with Percy for seven years he would know almost everything there was to know about the guy. But he learned something new that day. He learned that Percy could be conniving. He would have to remember to never get on his lover's bad side, or he may suddenly find his life in shambles.

Much like he'd suddenly come home to the sounds of Marcus and Oliver shagging on the sofa. Well… that hadn't been a total surprise. It had been the fundament of Percy's plan. Oliver simply hadn't known the day it would occur. He also hadn't known that they would be on the sofa. Percy had wanted his surprise to be genuine and walking in from visiting his gran to Marcus sitting on the sofa with his trousers and pants wrapped around his ankles and a naked Percy riding his dick…. it was definitely genuine.

"Woah, Merlin!" he had almost slammed the door behind himself in a hasty retreat. He had to remind himself that this encounter was planned, it was scripted; he had lines.

"Oliver!" Marcus's eyes fell out if his head. He turned his attention back to Percy. "You said he would gone all day!"

"I thought he would!" Percy lied, still sitting in Marcus lap, the dick still deep inside of him. He had known Oliver was only going to Birmingham for a few hours.

"Oliver—I just—I can explain, just—"

"Explain what? Why your prick is up Percy's arse? When did this start happening again?"

"Oliver please," Marcus said ardently. "I love you so much. This wasn't meant to happen again—" He gently lifted Percy off his cock then discarded him on the sofa and Percy emitted the most indignant sound Oliver had ever heard. It was almost comical. Marcus rushed up from the sofa, so quickly he almost toppled over the fabric binding his feet together before he was smart enough to pull them up his thighs and hold them there as he desperately made his way to Oliver across the small living areas, his hard dick flopping freely.

"I only came over to talk with Percy and somehow—he practically threw—"

"Interesting way of talking," Oliver snapped, adlibing the few words because they fit so perfectly. Then he turned to Percy and flowed right back into the script.

"And you! You said you were over him! What am I to you if you're just going to go back to him?"

"Oliver, I love you, you know I do," Percy recited flawlessly. He rose from the coach and timidly made his way over to Oliver, as is Oliver were a bunny that could easily be frightened away. His previously hard erection had wilted to half mast, as had Marcus's. "But I love him too. I can't explain it. I just—"

"Maybe I should just leave and let you two finish." Oliver interrupted, turning to head back down the stairs, but he found slim fingers wrapped around his wrist. He forced himself not to smile at how smoothly things were progressing. He couldn't get his hopes up. Not just yet. The hard part was still coming.

"Ollie, please, just—just…" and Percy kissed him. He gently pushed Oliver's back into the closed door and kissed him right there with Marcus in arms reach. He slipped his tongue in Oliver's mouth and kissed him, fondling around in there. Oliver pretended to resist him, letting Percy simply pressed their mouths together at first. But after what he thought was enough time be plausible, he placed tentative fingers on Percy's waist, pulling the slimmer boy closer, deepening the kiss, kissing Percy back. He turned them around on the door and rubbed his clothed groin into Percy's naked one, making the redhead moan into his mouth. Oliver did it again. And again, and again, making both of their cock stiff.

Time to move things forward. With Marcus standing there right next to them watching in awe, still holding his trousers in place, Oliver slowly undid his trouser fastenings. He would fuck Percy right there against the door with Marcus watching if the Slytherin didn't do or say anything. But it was when Oliver pulled his trousers and pants down his thighs, exposing his smooth arse to the room that Marcus seemed to realize where things were going and come to his senses.

He coughed uncomfortably, capturing both Percy's and Oliver's attention "Umm…"

"You just gonna stand there?" Oliver asked.

"I—I would leave," he stammered, "but yo—you're leaned against the door."

Exactly why we're leaned into it.

"Just get over here, Marcus," Percy sighed. He gripped Marcus by his shirt and tugged him in, smashing their mouths together. Clearly startled by the progression of things, Marcus promptly pulled his lips away.

"What's happening?" His eyebrows were almost touching each in other, the many emotions apparent on his face, confusion, shock, interest…. that was the one Oliver clung to. Marcus's interest. Though he was confused and startled, a part of him wanted it.

"Don't ask questions," Oliver said, snatching the larger boy's hand away, making his trousers fall back to the floor, and Percy pulled their lips back together, leaving Oliver with a clear view of—

Oliver sighed in content. There it was. The round, bubbly, fuzzy, plump Marcus Flint arse that Oliver loved. Those short, thin hairs….He hadn't realized how much he missed it until it was in front of him again. While Percy slipped his tongue down the tall boy's throat, Oliver knelt behind him to knead at the beautiful backside on display for him, making Marcus moan a startled moan into the redhead's mouth. But Percy didn't let him pull away this time. He wrapped his arms around the broad boy's neck and held him close.

Oliver spread the luscious cheeks before him and ogled the tight little pink hole for a second. Fuck it was perfect… Just thinking about how it had once felt around his stiff dick was making Oliver harden. Then, without putting any thought into it, he stuck his face in, burying it between two plump cheeks. He couldn't breathe properly but the startled shudder and moan that Marcus emitted was worth it. Oliver licked and lapped at the hole. It tasted and smelled like salty sweat and Oliver ate it up, making the large boy squirm in Percy's arms.

"Ollie! Oh my—Merlin!"

"You like that?" Oliver licked along the crevice of Marcus's fuzzy ass. "You like my tongue on your hole?"

"Mngh Fuck, Oliver, yes… lick me Ollie. Just like that. I can't believe you're fucking doing that..." he said, the awe clear in his tone. Percy shifted his lips to Marcus's neck and Oliver could see that they were slowly undoing the Slytherin. Oliver shoved his tongue inside and the largest boy's head rolled back, trapped between his two sexual captors. "Oh my… yes, Percy, Oliver, mngh… just—fuck, turn around Percy." It was as if something snapped inside of Marcus. He swiftly spun Percy around and shoved the slimmest man into the door. Then Percy was moaning from the feel of Marcus long thick dick back inside of him.

"Mmnngh… Marcus, I love you so much. Fuck me."

"Yeah? You like my thick prick up your arse? Huh?"

"Yes, fuck me…" Marcus thrusted, in and out of the tight channel, his long dick sliding in until it vanished, completely nestled inside each time and making his fuzzy little arsehole spread around Oliver's tounge. With one more firm suck to Marcus's sphincter,Oliver stood and settled in behind Marcus where he lined his plump cock head up with the Slytherin's firm, salivary arsehole. Oliver didn't even have to do any work. Marcus's thrusting into Percy made him—

He slid right into tight, sweet Marcus Flint heaven.

"Mngh… fuck, Oliver. You're so fucking big… Get up in me…"

Oliver couldn't believe it was happening. He and Percy had him. They had Marcus. Their feeble plan could've produced so many negative results in so many different ways. Marcus could've refused, he could've disapperated, he could've simply not shown up. But instead Oliver had him sandwiched in between two warm bodies with a cock deep inside of him.

"Oh fuck… Oliver… You're so—fuck!" Marcus planted sloppy kisses along the back of Percy's neck as he pounded into him, consequently impaling himself on Oliver. Over and over and over again. Cocks in arses, thick dicks fucking holes, moaning and grunting and— "Mngh, Percy—Ollie—I… fuck..."

The small living area was filled with the pants of the three men until Percy initiated a series of orgasms. He screamed and burst white fluid onto the door, making ass clench around Marcus's prick. The compressing cocoon squeezed Marcus's load out of him where it filled Percy's hole. Marcus's clenching tunnel didn't have Oliver to far behind and with another deep scream, Marcus moaned from the feel of the warm fluid spilling inside of him.

"I love you so much, Oliver," Marcus mumbled, his head tilted back on the shorter boy's shoulder.

"I love you too Marcus," Oliver admitted. "I don't want to, but I do. I love the both of you."

"The three of us are finally where we belong," Percy sighed. "Together."

—Fin