Harry awoke the next morning, and the first thing he knew was Rogue. She's thrown her arms and legs around him like an octopus, and it seemed that she'd clung to him the entire night. Now she was snoring softly into his chest.
She was adorable.
The second thing he became aware of was Luna masturbating. His eyes darted to the blonde woman. There was a time where she would have been ashamed to be naked, exposing the tattoos that marked her body, but she didn't seem at all phased now. She was laying in bed next to them, her eyes distant as she stared at them, her hand was between his legs, and though he couldn't see, he could certainly hear the soft schlick as she worked at herself. "What are you doing?" He whispered.
"Masturbating to you." Luna said matter-of-factly. "And Rogue too, I suppose."
"Sure." Harry conceded. "But…" He didn't actually have an objection. It was just surprising to wake up to find someone masturbating to him. Usually when one of his partners wanted to have sex, they woke him up for that. So why…
"Rogue sort of monopolized you for the night." Luna explained. "But its okay, she needed it." Right, with Rogue wrapped around him, no one else could really get into bed with them. That was a problem they'd need to figure out.
"Err, sorry." Harry said, carefully disentangling himself from Rogue. It was a difficult process, as Rogue subconsciously resisted it at every turn. "Do you want to have sex?" Luna had become very forthright about sex, and he found that she appreciated the same bluntness in return.
"Oh, absolutely." Luna said enthusiastically.
His efforts to free himself from Rogue's grip eventually succeeded, but he ended up waking her in the process. "Harry…" Rogue whined indistinctly. "Where'dyagooo?"
"I'm right here, luv." Harry cooed, stroking her hair.
"Sorry Rogue." Luna chirped, sidling up to Harry. "I need a turn. You can have his mouth, though." Seeing her intentions, Harry laid down, and Luna crawled over to him. Her slick fingers slid along his shaft, coaxing it to hardness. "I love feeling it get hard." She remarked, her eyes focused on his cock. She had a fascination for his body generally, and especially his sex. Her other hand went to cup his sac. "I love your balls too." She added absently. It was a safe assumption that whenever he had sex with Luna, she'd spend some time playing with his balls, either before or afterwards.
Rogue pouted, not mollified by the consolation prize. "You get to have sex with Ginny all the time."
"Ginny's frightfully good at eating me out, but sometimes I just need dick in me." Luna said. Harry knew that Ginny and Luna had sex nearly every day, and he couldn't fault them for it. Still, he liked Luna's implication, that he could provide her with something that Ginny couldn't.
Harry's lips curled into a smile. "Oh, is that so?" She'd been touching herself for so long that she was ready, no foreplay needed, yet Harry wanted to drag it out. So, as she moved to straddle him, he yanked her on top of him. Luna whined, trying to wiggle into position, but Harry held her close, not cooperating in the slightest. "Don't worry, I won't tell Ginny how good I make you feel." He teased, kissing her forehead.
He reached behind her and placed his fingers on her slit, sliding along the slick folds. Luna whimpered and wriggled harder. It felt nice to have her body moving against his, and he was in no hurry to let her go. "She knows!" Luna blurted.
"She does, does she?"
"I wouldn't stop talking about it, after we had sex the first time." Luna admitted.
"Its true." Rogue chimed in. "She kept going on about how complete she felt with you inside her. How hot it was. How she felt soooo satisfied."
"Mmmmhhmm. Its soooogood."" Luna moaned softly, her face pressed into his chest. "And you're being mean."
"Mean? How am I mean?" His fingers honed on her clit, making her cry out.
"You're not having sex with me, that's mean."
Rogue nodded. "Yes, its cruel." She echoed, deadpan. "Refusing to dick your girlfriend down. How dare you."
"Thank you!" Luna said.
"Yes, how dare I." Harry sighed, releasing her.
Luna scrambled back into position, propping herself against his chest with one hand while the other reached to place his cock at her sex. She hilted him with a big smile. "Hmmmmmmm." Luna moaned happily, wiggling her hips as if to settle in.
Harry placed his hands on her hips, savoring the sensation of her slick heat around him. "C'mon, ya don't have to rub it in my face." Rogue grumbled.
"Why don't you rub it in his face?" Luna proposed.
"Uhh, well." Rogue wavered. "What if I… touch you?"
"It'll be fine." Luna said. "We'll both keep to our sides and- ahn!" Her eyelids fluttered as Harry ground up into her in a bid to distract her.
"Go ahead." Harry said, waggling his eyebrows at Rogue. "I don't bite."
Luna began to gyrate on him, her mouth falling open as her eyelids fluttered. That was the last Harry saw of her, as Rogue moved over his face. She was timid, at first, holding herself just above him. "That can't be comfortable." Harry remarked.
"I don't want to smother ya." She said.
"I think I can take it."
She settled in, so that her sex was against his mouth, but he still sensed some tension in her. He knew just how to get her to 'relax'. "Ahn!" Rogue gasped as his tongue slid along her slit experimentally. "Ah!"
He loved how easily she reacted to him, how sensitive she was to his touch. It was wonderful making her feel so good, giving her what she'd been missing for so long. Perhaps it was bad for his ego, which really didn't need any more inflation. But he tried to remind himself that this was because she was touch starved, not because he was some sort of sex god.
He kept up the gentle licking, hoping to get her acclimated to the sensation. Then, carefully, he pressed a kiss to her clit. "Oh Gawd!" Rogue cried. He was worried about overstimulating her, that even that gentle kiss would be too much, too soon. Rogue disagreed. She rubbed against him, her arousal smearing onto his face as she tried to find more pressure on her clit. Ironically, her movements made it harder for him, but he eventually latched on again, giving the sensitive nub a gentle suck. Rogue went rigid, choking on her breath, and Harry worried again that it was too much.
"FUUUUHHHCK!" Rogue howled, while a deluge of arousal streamed onto Harry's face. "FUHCK! FAAHCK! OH FUCK!" He kept up the same slight suction through her convulsions, only letting up when it seemed her orgasm had run its course. He returned to gently lapping at her lips, while Rogue panted and whimpered.
On his other end, Luna's gyrating sped up, and the sound of her touching herself joined the symphony. She caught up to Rogue quickly, her cries muffled by Rogue's thighs at his ears. "Wow!" Luna panted. "That was hot! You cum so beautifully, Rogue."
"Thanks!" Rogue squeaked.
"And it was so quick, too." Luna gushed without judgement. "Do you think he can make you cum again?"
"Yes!" Rogue said emphatically. "Uh, can ya? Do that again?"
Harry chuckled, dragging his tongue along her sex and claiming her clit once more. "OH!" Rogue grunted.
"How does it feel?" Luna asked. She'd restarted her gyrations, her fingers working at her clit once more. While Harry would have preferred up and down thrusting, he wasn't in any hurry to cum and was more than happy to give both women as many orgasms as they desired after all their years of hardship. He was practically a saint.
"Sosososo good." Rogue babbled. "I can't- his mouth- I'm gonna cum again- uh uh huh FUHCK!"
"What do you think, is it better on his mouth, or with his cock?" Luna pitched.
"His cock." Rogue said instantly. Harry offered his input by kissing her clit again. "Oh fuck! He's doing it again! He's- he's I- I- uhhn!"
After both women had orgasmed once more, Luna called a halt. "I agree by the way." She said, dismounting, settling on one side of Harry's hips. "There's nothing like having a cock to clench around."
"Yeah." Rogue said faintly, perhaps not even processing the conversation.
"So, lets show our appreciation."
Rogue blinked slowly, looking down at the spot in the bed that Luna was patting- opposite Luna on Harry's other flank. Rogue more or less flopped into position, her limbs shaking and uncoordinated. "Just… be careful. I don't want to touch you." She said.
"I'm sure Harry will figure something out if that happens." Luna shrugged, nonchalant. Harry was struck by her faith in him but wasn't quite so confident.
"Uh huh." Rogue said, eyes on his erection. "So…"
"Have you sucked Harry's cock yet?" Luna asked bluntly.
"No, but…" Rogue licked her lips, and Harry's breath hitched. He liked the way she looked at him far too much.
"We'll take turns." Luna declared. "You can go first."
Rogue leaned in closer her eyes narrowing. Her hand gripped his shaft and tugged experimentally at his foreskin, unveiling his glans. He could feel her breath on him, and his own breath hitched.
"Do it." Luna encouraged. "He's twitching for you."
She made contact, the softness of her lips enveloping his tip. Harry moaned softly, and fought to keep his eyes from lidding shut so that he could see her as she bobbed, slowly taking in more and more of him. She didn't make it far down his shaft before she came up for air, her eyes burning. "How was that?"
"Brilliant." Harry said softly.
"How'd I taste?" Luna asked. "Good? I think so."
"Yeah, I guess?" Rogue mumbled. "So what now?"
Luna took her turn, nearly swallowing Harry to the hilt. A deep groan was torn from his throat, followed by a keening whimper as she pulled up and swirled her tongue around his cockhead. Finally, she released him, a burning pride in her eyes.
"Wow." Rogue murmured. "You're good."
"Not as good as Nat." Luna shrugged. "She's like, an expert. But don't worry, I'll teach you."
The following lesson was an awful tease for Harry, as Luna explained and demonstrated techniques for Rogue to emulate. Every time he was nearly at the edge, it was time for the girls to swap. The escalating series of moans they were drawing from him only egged them on, until finally, Luna told Rogue to- "Finish him off." Rogue eagerly accepted the offer, moving in between his legs before swallowing him. She swept her tongue along his frenulum just as Luna had taught her. However, what truly sealed the deal for Harry was how she looked at him. He hadn't been able to fully appreciate it when they were both at his sides, but now he saw that she practically gazed up at him with heart eyes. He brought a hand up to cup her cheek, and she tilted her head into it automatically. Harry melted.
"Oh! I forgot to mention." Luna said. "He cums a lot, brace yourself!" Her warning came a little too late for Rogue. While Harry had the presence of mind to feel bad about how she coughed as he came, he couldn't exactly stop. His cum splattered across her face as she rasped for breath. He took his cock and hand, stroking it through his orgasm and aiming it downward, away from her mouth and eyes. Still, the mess had been made, and when Harry was done Rogue looked debauched, with white streaks of his essence lining her cheeks, covering her eyelids and lips, and streaming down her chin, neck and chest.
Luna seemed to agree, because she was looking at Rogue with heat. Then, impulsively, Luna lunged at Rogue and kissed her. Luna instantly stiffened as Rogue's power kicked in. In panic, Harry reached for Luna and felt for her magic. With a burst of clarity that could only come from terror, he poured his magic in, forming a stopgap that stymied Rogue's ability.
"How could you do that?" Rogue shrieked, tearing away from the kiss.
"I knew Harry would figure it out." Luna pouted "And he did."
Harry, coming down from his panic, felt some of Rogue's anger. "That was way too dangerous, Luna."
"But don't you see, it worked!" Luna said.
"Yes, but it-"
"Rogue can touch people!" Luna insisted, and the magnitude of the revelation kicked in for Harry. Rogue herself was staring at them in awe.
"Only if I'm also touching them." Harry said, his little trick wouldn't work without physical contact.
"But still!" Luna crowed, before smiling at Rogue. "Wanna make out?"
"I mean." She said weakly. "I'm kinda covered in cum right now."
"That's not a problem." Luna's eyes glinted "I like how it tastes."
"Oh. Well… yes."
The two women fell into each other, collapsing in a giggling mass onto Harry's chest. He opened his arms and wrapped them around them as they kissed. Luna seemed to be on a mission to clean up Harry's mess, and she and Rogue made a game of fighting over it. "Hey, that's mine." Rogue giggled, before Luna taunted- "Then come and get it!"
He was completely content to just hold them while they had their fun.
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Hermione pocketed her wand, nodding in satisfaction at the three stunned wizards on the ground. "I don't remember Order wizards being so easy."
Ron chuckled. "Or maybe you've just gotten more 'experience' since then." He was referring to her memories, and though not all of them were happy, many were useful.
"How did she beat us?" An Asian wizard scowled as he dusted himself off. "She's a woman." Their surroundings looked like a military camp, with green forest stretching beyond as far as the eye could see. It was all an illusion, of course, fabricated by complex runic arrays within the sanctum.
"Do you want to go another round with Ginny, eh?" Neville barked. Ginny stepped forward with a wicked grin. She'd been the first to duel the trio of wizards, who Neville and Ron had identified as 'problem children'. She'd left each of them incapacitated with the humiliating 'bat-bogey hex', but the wizards had insisted that it was a fluke and demanded a rematch. Hermione had obliged them.
"Perhaps." Hermione said. "The idea that men are superior to women is total bunk."
"We could bring Luna in." Ron said. "And I'm sure the result would be the same."
"Enough grumbling." Neville commanded, sounding every bit the drill instructor. "Get back in line."
The group they were training was mostly witches, but the few wizards present had been a headache. Some of them believed that they should join Neville and Ron in command. Others protested at being included in the same unit as women. Most of them treated women as inferior, and worst of all, most of the women accepted it. This sexism wasn't going to stand, and so Hermione and Ginny were invited to help teach them a lesson.
"The point of this exercise wasn't to humiliate anyone. It was to teach you a lesson." Neville said. "Witches have every bit the magical potential of wizards. The Order's hierarchies aren't relevant OR welcome here. You are ALL soldiers first. Is that clear?"
"Yes sir!" The group shouted.
"If any of you have doubts about this." Ginny continued. "You can seek me out, I'll be happy to knock some sense into you. Is that clear?" She belted.
"Yes ma'am!" The group repeated. A few were less enthusiastic, but it was a start, and honestly more than Hermione would have hoped for. The sexist attitudes of their society were deep, and it was only the fact that they'd been totally uprooted that allowed them to make so much headway so quickly.
Neville took the group off to the target range, leaving the other three to talk. Ginny grinned at Hermione, offering a fist bump. Hermione laughed under her breath but obliged. "I can't believe they had to drag you out of the library for this." Ginny teased.
"What part of that is hard to believe?" Ron snorted.
"I was just very engrossed in this passage…" Hermione explained. "It was about dimensional planes and-"
"You've already lost me." Ron said.
"None of you have an ounce of academic curiosity." Hermione huffed playfully. "At least I have the Ancient One to bounce ideas off of."
"Wait, you're friends with the Ancient One?" Ginny gaped.
"Err, yes." Hermione said, surprised by Ginny's reaction. "We talk about dimensional theory and how intersecting timelines could theoretically-"
"The Ancient One has friends?" Ron said.
"Of course she has friends, she's human like anyone else." Hermione scoffed, cuffing Ron's shoulder.
Ron and Ginny grinned at each other. "We're just taking the mickey, Hermione." Ginny laughed. "But since we've managed to drag you from the library… how about a picnic?"
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"So, you've made progress?" Harry asked. That much was clear by Shuri's 'cat that caught the canary' grin and the casual way she was perched on the table, with legs crossed.
"You could say that, boss." Tony said easily, with a similarly relaxed grin. "I started remembering some things and it all came together."
"That's why you had Thor, Clint, and Natasha stop by so often, right?" Bruce added, sweeping his hand at the three other visitors.
"I was hoping that getting all of you together would knock a few things loose." Harry admitted.
"We had much fun, reminiscing about old times." Thor said.
Harry walked up to the platform, it was familiar, very much like the one that had allowed them to travel back in time to retrieve the Infinity Stones- in his mind that hadn't been so long ago, but it also felt like an era had passed. Sorcerers had had to expand the lab to accommodate it. "It works?" He asked.
"Hope so." Tony chirped. "But we can't be sure until we let it rip."
"Which is why you're here." Shuri continued. "If something goes wrong-"
"We want you to be the one to fight the quantum time monsters or whatever." Tony finished.
"Is that a risk?" Harry chuckled.
"You tell me." Tony shrugged. "Expect the unexpected, and all that."
The door to the lab slammed open, and Peggy doubled over at the entrance, panting. "Is it... happening?" Her voice was breathless. Harry didn't know how fast she'd needed to be running to leave her that winded.
"Looks like it." Natasha said, ushering her in, only for the door to burst open again- this time for Bucky.
"No one cares about lab safety these days." Tony scoffed.
"You've never cared about lab safety, Tony." Bruce snarked. "Remember that time you-"
"Alright, alright!" Tony said loudly, clapping his hands together. "Looks like everyone's here. Are we ready to get our boy back?" Tony looked at Harry.
Harry smiled.
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To say that it was darkness didn't describe it. Steve was looking at it, right now, but he couldn't for the life of him describe it. It was nothing. He closed his eyes. Just a moment ago he'd been… somewhere- in India, or New York, or maybe in Europe, or on a plane. With Peggy, with Bucky, with Tony and Harry. One of those things.
But it had been just a moment ago, he was sure. Or perhaps it had been an eternity. It didn't feel like there was a large difference between the two anymore. No matter how long it was, it was far easier to think about those times than wherever he was now- if he was anywhere.
Maybe he no longer existed? Was this what it was like to not exist?
He slapped his face, and he felt it keenly. No, that felt real. He existed, right?
He opened his eyes to the nothing again and couldn't bare it. It was better to see the comforting darkness of his eyelids than what lay beyond.
Sometimes, he could imagine that he could hear something, like a whisper in the wind. Sometimes the voices were familiar, but he could never place them. Maybe he was going mad. People who didn't exist couldn't go mad, so maybe that was a good thing.
Uh, tenth time is the charm?
Look, it's not my fault that there's so much debris around our universe. Blame Harry!
Harry, that was a name Steve knew.
I've locked onto another human massed object.
Let's hope it's not another bookcase, I think we have enough.
If it's not Steve- his name, that was his name... – then can it at least be something fun, like a pinball machine?
How can you be joking around when Steve is out there! A woman shouted; her voice was achingly familiar. We need to get him back. Bruce-
Light exploded through his eyelids. He opened his eyes, only to squeeze them shut because of the blinding light. But he could feel so much. There was a floor beneath him and gravity pushing him onto it. There was air around him that flowed and felt cool. There was noise all around him, people talking and machines whirring. He opened his eyes again and saw a lot of familiar faces.
Bucky, Tony, Bruce, Harry, Natasha, Clint, Thor and- "Steve!" Peggy knelt in front of him. "Oh my god, it's really you."
He tried to process what he was seeing. Of all the people he might see, he knew that Peggy should have been a surprise. She was dead. She'd died peacefully in bed, an old woman because he'd been- "Peggy? How?" He gasped, still struggling to put the pieces together.
Peggy kissed him, and he only knew her lips. It was grounding. She helped him get up. "You're stronger than I remember." He remarked.
"You're taller than I remember." She teased.
"Can… anyone explained what just happened?" Steve asked. His memory wasn't great, not unlike when he'd been thawed from the ice. But it was coming back to him quickly. He remembered the Ancient One, the cracks spreading, the universe falling apart around him. He also knew that the people assembled here; they were his closest friends. There was an unshakable bond there- these were the people he trusted more than anyone.
"Welcome back, Cap." Harry said. "I can explain… but it's quite a story."
"Well…" Peggy led him to a sofa that was oddly out of place in this room- though it did match the bookshelf that was propped up against the wall. He sat down, letting himself relax as she seated herself next to him. "I'm all ears."