They had used the Time-Turner for the third time that night. The first night had been spent on the ground floor, the second in Snape's office, and now they were in the spacious and comfortable bed in Snape's suite.

"Hm," said Harry, climbing on top of his lover.

"How eloquent, Potter. What are your intentions towards me?"

Harry blushed. Sometimes he tried to be bolder, but that wasn't really his style. Anyway, gradually he was feeling more at ease with Snape. "Er... To fuck you senseless?"

"Your vocabulary has improved remarkably in the last few weeks..."

"That's because I've been spending a lot of time with you," Harry replied.

Snape grabbed him firmly and rolled on top of him, inverting their positions. Feeling the pressure of Snape's cock rubbing against his, Harry moaned.

Suddenly, a noise made Snape turn his head in alarm. And what he saw made him pale. "Harry... Close your eyes."

Harry obeyed, uneasy. "What is it?"

"Oh, no," said a voice very similar to Harry's, only much more tired and hoarse. "Not again!"

Snape's heart began to beat fast. "Harry, we must have done something very wrong. At some point in our time travels, we made a mistake."

Unable to resist, Harry opened his eyes and saw a more tired and apparently drunk version of himself jumping into the bed at their side. And another Snape, also more tired and very, very drunk, coming after the other Harry.

"Harry, what..." Stumbling, the other Snape stopped. "Oh, no."

Snape rolled off Harry's body and glared at the other Harry. "What have you done, prat?"

The second Harry, with glazed eyes and smelling of wine, threw himself onto Snape. "All right, Sev, there's no point in resisting. We already know what's going to happen. We four are going to shag each other in this bed like there's no tomorrow. Relax and enjoy."

Snape pulled the other Harry away, determinedly. "What is this nonsense? And I won't be spoken to like that! You are so drunk that you can't stand up!"

In fact the one who was so drunk that he couldn't stand up and who stumbled onto the bed right on top of Harry was the second Severus.

"Hey, mind where you fall!" exclaimed Harry.

Severus pulled the other Severus away from Harry. "Will you be so kind as to behave yourself? We arrived here first."

"Hn," groaned the second Severus. "I knew I should never have involved myself with the son of James Potter."

"What?" said both Harrys in unison.

Severus snorted. "Stop it! Get out now, you two!"

"I told you, we already saw this happening," insisted the second Harry. "We won't get out. We're going to stay and have a foursome."

Severus pointed to the second Severus, who was already snoring. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah," said the second Harry, jumping again onto Severus. Harry, for his part, grabbed Severus from behind.

Severus sighed. If that had already happened, what would be wrong with surrendering to two Harry Potters at once? The idea had a powerful effect upon his cock.

A few minutes later, if anyone entered Snape's bedroom, they would see Harry working wonders with his mouth on Severus, who was being penetrated from behind by another Harry.

However, before Severus could climax, the other Severus got to his knees on the bed, furious. "Stop it right now!"

Seeing the other Severus's dejected look, Harry felt pity and whispered in Severus's ear, "He wants to join us, Severus. I think we should let him."

And Harry organised a foursome in a square: Severus sucking Harry sucking another Severus sucking another Harry sucking Severus.

All of them climaxed sooner or later, except for the second Severus, who really was drained. Both Harrys decided to take care of him: one Harry continued to suck him, while the other Harry alternated kisses and licks and bites. Severus only watched, flabbergasted. Finally, he gave in to the temptation. "I know what can finish him off."

And Snape positioned both Harrys and the other Snape in such a way that he could have access to the second Snape's arse. Then, almost affectionately, he began to rim the other Snape's entrance. The second Snape moaned, and writhed, and came almost immediately.

They ended up collapsing and sleeping in a jumble of arms and legs.

~*~*~

The second Severus and the second Harry were still sound asleep when Harry lifted his head and found Severus's raised head at the other end of the bed.

"Let's get out of here."

"Where do you want to go?" asked Severus.

"Let's go take a bath, shall we?"

"I'm hungry. We could also summon that fruit salad that I left in the kitchen."

~*~*~

About an hour later, Severus and Harry were immersed in Snape's round bath, covered by foam and surrounded by the scent of a mix of herbs, flowers and spices. On a stool beside the bath, there was a large bowl with fruit salad, a ladle, two small bowls, two goblets and two bottles of wine, one of them already empty, and the other half empty.

"Severus," said Harry, hesitant.

"What is it?"

"Er... I didn't know you liked... that licking thing."

"You mean... rimming?"

"Erm, yeah, I think so. Would you like me to rim you?" asked Harry.

Snape blushed, and his eyes gleamed. "It's a very intimate caress, Harry. If you don't want..."

"But I want to!"

Snape pulled him to his lap, face to face, creating waves and spilling some water on the floor of the bathroom. He kissed the boy, marvelling at how the taste of wine mixed with the sweet flavour that was characteristic of Harry, and moved his hips sinuously against him.

Then he whispered in Harry's ear, "I am going to show you first."

Harry's eyes widened.

"I want you to rest your face and arms on the edge of the bath, if you find a comfortable position. Here, on this platform. And spread your legs as much as you can. Yes, like this. This way your beautiful bum is above the water, and accessible to me."

Snape knelt behind him, and separated Harry's cheeks. Holding them firmly apart, Snape began to lick Harry's balls, then the sensitive area between the balls and the anus and, finally, to circle Harry's entrance. Slowly, he started to thrust his tongue inside, rhythmically. Harry whimpered.

Snape pressed his tongue deeper, shoving and flicking it. At the same time, he cupped Harry's cock and began to pump it. In a few minutes, Harry was coming in his hand.

"Oh," said Harry, sitting again at the bottom of the bath. "That was amazing."

"Thank you. If I had a smaller nose, I would be better at this."

Harry chuckled.

"You couldn't be better than that!" Then he gazed at Snape with dreamy eyes. "Now it's my turn."

"Let's have another glass of wine first."

~*~*~

While rimming Snape, Harry pretended that his tongue was his cock, and that he could feel every inch of Snape's warm hole. It was so good to feel Snape melting, moaning, whimpering. Sometimes it's better to give pleasure than to feel it, thought Harry, when Snape came violently only from his rimming.

Snape pronounced a cleaning spell and entered the bath again, pulling Harry into a kiss.

Then he served two more glasses of wine, emptying the last bottle.

Sipping his wine, Harry stared at Snape. "Can I ask you..."

"What?"

"Can I ask you who..." Harry felt embarrassed, afraid and drunk, and didn't manage to complete the sentence.

"Yes, you can," replied Snape. "I have rimmed many people, but only one person had the courage to rim me. Because I paid him every Friday."

"You mean, Pier?"

Snape nodded.

"Oh. Then in a way, it was me," said Harry.

Snape shrugged. "If you want to think it was... But it's not the same. I wouldn't exchange you for him. Even with all his experience."

Harry beamed. Then, in silence, they finished their glasses, and stayed snuggled up for some time.

"We still have the lab to go," Harry finally drawled.

"I am awfully sleepy," grunted Snape. "And you're drunk. I think you should go back to Hogwarts." Snape yawned. "It was a very frantic night. Now I need to rest."

"I'm drunk? If I'm drunk, you're as pissed as a newt!"

Snape was going to protest vehemently, but Harry was already picking up the Time-Turner from the stool and putting it around their necks.

"Oh, Sev, I want to say goodbye to Godric and Salazar," said Harry.

But at that precise moment, Snape slid, and both plunged into the water.

"I only hope this bloody thing hasn't turned too many times!" Snape grumbled as soon as they managed to reemerge.

Harry grabbed a towel, and tottered out of the bathtub. "I'm going to look for my glasses in the bedroom," he said.

"No, wait!"

Too late. Harry opened the door and...

The other Severus and the other Harry were lying on the bed, Severus on top of Harry. The other Severus turned his head and looked utterly befuddled. "Harry... Close your eyes," he said to the other Harry.

The other Harry obeyed, uneasy.

"What is it?" asked the other Harry.

"Oh, no. Not again!"