The Guard of S Club

Severus can't take it any longer.

The erotic atmosphere is created with the help of his modified love potion. Pour it in a vaporiser and then you have created the perfect room for a special orgy party.

No one talks about sexuality publicly here. Most of the time, they just do the deed. There's nothing to talk about, until the story of Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald become known, not to all, but to the S club.

Severus pretends that he can't hear the moaning or see how the young men's bodies shaking and shivering.

He is the guard of the event, the first event of S club since it's abolishment in the 1800s. S stands for sexuality, and also the initial of the founder, Salazar Slytherin.

Today's party welcomes not much guests.

On the bed lies Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, having a great time trying out all sorts of toys Black has collected all over England.

"If that stupid dog keeps fucking this hard, the bed will surely crumbles." He mumbles to himself, secretly hoping that it will happen and injure both Marauders so bad that he'll never have to see them penetrating each other ever again.

On the other side, on young Gellert Grindelwald, sits young Albus Dumbledore. Both him and his lover have taken a potion that makes them young again.

Severus is the potion master after all.

Severus has to witness them touching each other. Though he tried to remain professional, he can't overlook what is happening to himself any longer.

Merlin knows what's behind his black robe right now. Perhaps he should leave and clean up first.

A late-comer arrives to the party. A large hand from the behind grabs Severus right between his legs.

"Don't suppress the urge, Severus." Lucius Malfoy whispers in his ear.

"I have a duty." Severus replies coldly, but the man behind him doesn't care, kissed him, and works even harder, until he hears a moan, a moan merely louder than a whisper.

The very second Severus decided to let go of his responsibility and submit to temptation, the hand stopped.

He turned around to find Lucius drinking the "youth" potion and starts doing himself.

The skin of young Lucius is what no man can resist.

Bam!

Something snapped in Severus' mind. He is no longer capable of thinking rationally. Kneeling down, he decides to give Lucius a hand with his business.

As the guard, he is fully aware of a third bed available in the room.

The best part is, no one will remember what they've done when the event is over.

Thanks Merlin he is a potion master, Severus thinks to himself.