WARNING: This is a slash story, which means it contains male/male erotic content involving consenting adults. If you're not of legal age or are offended by such material, please go find something else to read.

Title: Triad
Author: Treemonisha
Email: treemonisha13@yahoo.com
Rating: NC17
Pairings: SS/SB/RL
Category: PWP
Spoilers: None
Warnings: This is a PWP. Lots of nooky for no reason other then I feel like it.
Summary: Can a relationship between three people be sexy?
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I'm not worthy. They belong to the wonderful J.K. Rowling.
Feedback: Say nice things to me and Iíll love you forever

When I wake, the first thing I see is them making love. They are so beautiful together. The long sensual kisses, the soft caresses, the slow movements of their bodies entice and arouse. The passion that exists between them overwhelms me at times. They deny this of course. Again and again they have sworn there is no attraction between them. Only their devotion to me allows them to tolerate the other's presence. I have discovered that this is just not true. Whatever they feel for me is easily matched by the intensity of the emotion between them.

I have shared love with both of them separately and together but there is magic in watching them like this. It fills me with joy and with hope. If this is to last, I cannot be the only thing that binds us. With nothing between them, I would become a prize to be fought over and the relationship would dissolve into open warfare. I don't want that.

I love them both. I need them both. Each, fulfills some deep need of mine that the other can't. They tried hard enough each in turn but it just didn't work. Only when we are three do I find contentment.

It is selfish of me but I no longer care. I was lucky they loved me enough to consent to this. Luckier still that the relationship is working.

With a sigh and a gasp, they reach their completion.

I lie there smiling while they kiss and whisper endearments to each other. I am content to merely watch but then someone murmurs "look who's awake," and they hold their hands out to me.

I slide eagerly across the bed to entwine myself with them. A mouth finds mine and then another. Hands roam over my body. Passion begins to spike and I surrender without a thought. Fingers tease and stroke. One kisses while the other whispers words of love into my ear only to trade places anew. Our bodies rub together voluptuously, setting my body on fire.

They bring me to the brink and pull back once and then again. I am begging as they take me to the pinnacle. This time they withhold nothing and I scream my release into their mouths. We cuddle together sated and content.

I may be selfish. I may be indecent. I may be a fool. I may be all these things and more but I cannot regret it. Love like this should never be forsaken.

I love them, they love me and they love each other. Nothing else can ever matter more.