A Picture is Worth 1,000 Excuses | By : eumenides Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5761 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Title: A Picture’s Worth 1,000 Excuses/Pictures at
an Exhibition(ist)
Author:
Eumenides
Pairing:
RL/HP/SB
Rating:
NC 17
Warnings: Slash (duh), incest if you think of Harry
& Sirius as having a father/son relationship.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's
Note: First, about the title. The first title was the working title for the
story. Then Mysid posted the wonderful
"A Picture's Worth 1,000 Lies" and I decided to change the title to
avoid confusion. Mysid graciously said it didn't matter if I used a similar
title, so I decided to list both.
Now, about the story. This story started out as a bit of fluff with
Harry and Sirius and some pictures. Then
Remus asked if he could to play too, and by the way, could he resolve some
relationship issues he had with Sirius? I had to say yes – who can say no to
Moony? So we now have two bits of fluff
bracketing some drama. Which if you think about it, is a lot like life: fluff, drama,
fluff. Unless
you are unlucky, in which case it's drama, fluff, drama. Whatever. Enjoy.
A
Picture's Worth 1000 Excuses
"These are really nice rooms,
Harry," Sirius Black said, while looking out Harry Potter’s new window at
the phenomenal view of the Chudley Cannons’ practise pitch.
"Thanks, Sirius. I’m not sure what it’ll be like, though,
sharing with someone other than Ron and Dean and Seamus and Neville."
Sirius chuckled. "I know what you mean. It took me six
months to get used to not hearing James’s snoring every night."
"It wasn’t James who snored,
Sirius, it was you. As I well recall
from the days we shared a flat without James and Peter." Remus Lupin smiled up from his seat at
Harry’s new desk.
"I never snore, Moony. I am the perfect flatmate." Sirius said
indignantly.
Remus snorted. "If by ‘perfect’ you mean someone who
leaves dirty dishes all over, can’t turn off lights and uses their wand to accio
wank mags from the corner store-"
Sirius turned scarlet. "That was a
long time ago! Give it a rest."
Harry smiled. It was good to see his godfather happy. Even though his name had been cleared at the
end of the war when Peter Pettigrew, very much alive, had been arrested, many
people still didn’t trust Sirius, and he never seemed to let down his guard and
relax. Even now, some of his new
roommates’ families were giving Sirius suspicious looks as they unpacked bags
and put away gear.
"Harry, your dad would be so proud
of you. He knew before you were six
months old that someday you’d be a professional Quidditch player."
"Yes, and so were you, Sirius. Do you remember that time you took Harry out
on your Cleansweep? I thought Lily was
going to have herself a nice Padfoot-skin rug."
"Hey, I didn’t drop him. Your mother-" he said, turning to smile
at Harry. "Your mum had a very warped sense of priorities. She thought you should learn to walk before
you got your first broom."
"Imagine that," said Remus
dryly.
Harry still didn’t quite believe that he
was actually on the Chudley Cannons, even if as only a reserve Seeker. He was lodging in the Cannons training
facility along with three other young men.
And they were very nice rooms. Only one thing would make them nicer.
"Sirius?"
"Hm?"
Sirius was hanging Harry’s practise robes in the wardrobe.
"Could I have some pictures of you, please?"
"You’ve got pictures of me,
Harry," Sirius replied, shifting uncomfortably on his feet.
"Oh right, that picture of you at
my parents’ wedding. I don’t think that
counts – it’s a picture of them and you’re just stuck in as an
afterthought."
< sty style='font-family:Verdana'> Sirius pretended to be hurt. "So, I’m an afterthought, am I? What about the pictures we found at Grimmauld Place?"
"Padfoot, you were ten years old in
those, and Regulus was in most of them.
I doubt that Harry wants to hang pictures of Regulus in his room,"
Remus objected.
"Come on, Sirius," Harry
persisted, "everybody else will have snaps of their families. What am I supposed to hang, pictures of Dudley?" He shuddered at the thought. "When I was at Hogwarts, I couldn’t have
your photos up because you were on the run, but now? Come on, please?"
"More?" He heard a voice ask
him, and he nodded his assent. "Oh
yes, please, more, fill me up, break me in fucking half!"
“"Oh, yes." He heard, and felt
himself stretching to take the full length of Harry’s cock. He felt the weight of a man on his back, and
the cock inside him was angled just right, and every stroke was so good, it had
been so long, too long. Then a hand
slipped under him to wrap around his own stiff prick, miraculously hard again,
and then a mouth was on his neck, biting him lightly, and a h voh voice, so
familiar, so loving, said, "Mine, all mine."
And he knew it was Moony riding him, not
Harry, but it was all right, it was more than all right, and he saw those same
lights in his eyes, and before he could stop himself, he gasped out,
"Yours, yes, Moony, all yours, always." And the words drove Remus
over the edge and he came, spilling his seed deep inside his lover, who
followed moments later, slicking the bed and his belly and Moony’s hand with
his seed.
Sirius must have blacked out for a moment,
because the next thing he knew he was laying spooned up in Remus’s arms, and
Harry was sitting in the armchair, smiling at them.
"Harry," he croaked. "I don’t know what to say."
"I think Harry needs to come,
Padfoot. Would you like me to take care
of that, Harry? Or would you rather have
Sirius do it?" Remus asked.
Harry’s breath caught. He obviously hadn’t been expecting this.
"This isn’t about me. What do you
want, Sirius?"
>
Down the rabbit hole indeed.
"I would like to see Remus suck you off. Would that be okay?"
Harry looked at Remus. "More than okay." He was breathing hard. "I don’t imagine it will take very
long."
Remus kissed Sirius gently behind the
ear, and pulled a blanket over him.
"Enjoy the show, love."
He rose and knelt in front of Harry, and slowly began to undo the
buttons on his trouser placket.
"Too slow," Harry pleaded, and
pushing Remus’s hands aside, had his trousers and pants off in seconds. Sirius could see that his cock was painfully
erect, and it was thick, very thick. Not
as long as Remus, but much thicker, and he thought about what it would be like
to be penetrated by that thickness. And
then he couldn’t see it any longer because Remus had dispensed with any
preliminaries and had taken Harry fully into his mouth and the only sounds were
the rhythmic noises of the suction and Harry’s breathing.
"God, Remus, yes. Please, deeper, God. Your tongue, sweet Jesus,
your tongue. Fuck, so good." Harry’s
eyes were closed and his hands were clenched around the arms of the chair and
he fucked Remus’s mouth. "Can’t
hold back, can’t wait."
'Don’t wait, Harry, come for me. Come for Remus, for us. You're so fucking hot. Sirius urged.
Sirius watched as a look of pure pleasure contorted his godson’s face,
and the young man thrust violently into Remus’s mouth. He could hear Remus swallowing, and
remembered only too well how wonderful his partner was at oral gratification. He closed his eyes, capturing the moment.
He was dimly aware of Harry and Remus
talking again, then heard the sound of a door
closing. Alone again, he thought,
resignedly. He opened his eyes, and
Remus dressed in pyjama bottoms and sitting in the armchair again, was watching
him with an odd expression on his face.
"Harry thought we needed some time
to talk, so he’s gone to run a few errands then he’s staying the night with
Ron. He’ll be back tomorrow
morning," he said. "I imagine
you have a few questions."
Sirius nodded. "You might say that. I thought we agreed that it wasn’t the right
time to reconsider our relationship?"
"We didn't agree. You insisted.
And this doesn’t have to change anything. This can just be a pleasant memory for
you."
"And for
you?"
Remus looked down at his hands. "I won't hold try to hold you to what
you said during sex, Sirius."
Sirius knew immediately what he meant.
"But I am yours. Even if we never
touch again, that won't change. Hell,
Moony, you know there's no one else, never has been."
"Just Harry,
and he can apparate to wherever I am."
Sirius looked at his friend, standing quietly by the wardrobe door. He looked away. "It would be so easy just to say yes
right now. I think your potion is
probably still in my system, and I want so much to make you happy. But I can’t, I just can’t. I need to think about this, Remus."
"You always used to think in the Astronomy Tower at school, if I recall
correctly." A flash of the beauty
of the stars from the tower, Remus stretched out under him on a blanket as he
gasped and strained, James’s cloak the lightest of coverings.
"So that’s called thinking,
then? Funny, I thought it was another
word ending in –ing."
Remus handed him the robe. It was thick and warm, Gryffindor red. "The stars are lovely from the back
garden, Sirius. I’ll be here when you’re
done."
Remus was sitting on the sofa, staring
vacantly at the dead fireplace. Sirius
watched him from the door, unseen. It
was funny, really. When he looked at
Remus, he didn’t see the silver grey hair or the lined face of Remus
today. It was the laughing Moony of his
youth who was always before him. It had
never occurred to himt tht the same thing was probably true of how Remus saw
him. He could not imagine life without
Moony. It wouldn’t even really be life
at all, just existence. In that moment
he knew he had finally made his choice.
"Moony, your fire’s gone out,"
he said softly. Remus didn’t move,
didn’t turn to look at him.
"I know."
Sirius paused, struggling for the words
to say to make it right, and so afraid that he no longer had those words within
him. "I could…I’d like to help you
build it up again. If you’d like, that
is."
"Are you sure that’s what you want?"
"Oh, yes."
"It wouldn’t be an easy thing."
Sirius thought of all the things that
had stood in their way – Snape and the Shrieking Shack, Wormtail, the war,
Azkaban. "It never was."
"And I expect it might start to die
again, sometimes, if we weren’t careful."
"I’d be careful. If you’ll help me. I…I don’t quite remember how to tend
it."
Now Remus rose, and turned to face him.
"I’ll teach you, then. If
this is truly what you want?"
Sirius took three steps into the room
and crushed Remus into a clumsy embrace.< sty style='mso-spacerun:yes'>
"Yes, please. Yes."
Remus pulled back to look lovingly into
his eyes. He pulled his wand from his
pyjama pocket, and pointed it towards the fireplace. "Incendio,"
he said casually, and the flames flared upward.
Sirius smiled. "So that’s how it’s done, then? That doesn’t look so hard. Let me try." He took Remus’s wand, and
aimed it at a ratty blanket that was lying near the hearth. "Transformatio."
The blanket rose, lengthened and thickened and became a white bearskin
rug. "How’s
that?"
"Yes, I think you’ve got the
idea. Now, just a few
more things." He took back
his wand. "Accio pillows, accio
duvet." Sirius turned just in time
to be knocked onto the rug by three flying pillows. As he fell, he reached out a hand and caught
Remus, dragging him down on top of him.
Remus’s beautiful hazel eyes were laughing down at
him, and Sirius knew he wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life
locked in that gaze. "Yes. Please,
yes," he repeated fiercely. He rolled Remus down under him so that the
soft fur of the rug was caressing and tickling his skin as he claimed his mate.>
Remus came slowly awake, aware of
Sirius’s strong arms around him, just listening contentedly to his lover’s
breathing. The sun was already high; it
must be going on 10:00 already. He had
arranged to take the morning off from work, so he nestled back into Sirius, who
unconsciously tightened his grip. Oh,
I’ve missed this, Remus thought. He
really owed Harry a debt he could never repay.
He heard the sound of a key in the
lock. Harry must be back. Remus quickly pulled the duvet over them –
Sirius may have been all right with Harry seeing him naked last night under the
influence of the Inhibitio potion, but the morning after might be a
completely different story.
There was a sharp rap on the door, and
Harry burst in without waiting for a response.
"Good morning!" he said, smiling broadly as he saw the two
obviously naked men intertwined before the embers of the fire. "I guess things went okay, then?"
Remus smiled back. "More than okay." He shook Sirius gently. "Padfoot, Harry’s here. Wake up."
Sirius muttered in his sleep and rolled
away. Remus shook his head. "He hasn’t changed a bit since he was
20. It always took at least an hour and
a pot of very strong tea before Sirius was even remotely ready to face the
world. It really is a good thing he is
independently wealthy – there’s no way he could have ever kept a job."
"Well," said Harry, taking out
a large envelope from inside his jacket and setting it on the nightstand. "I’ve got something here that should
wake him up."
"No problems, then?" Remus
asked, as he continued to shake and prod Sirius. "Come on, Sirius, Harry
is here."
"Uhh, what’s…"
Sirius stretched and rolled back towards Remus.
His eyes widened at the sight of his lover, as he suddenly remembered
the previous night. Then he caught sight
of Harry standing beyond Remus, and flushed.
"Harry, uh, I’m really…sorry…”
Harry opened the envelope and took out a
stack of glossy wizarding pictures.
"Imagine how wonderful these will look hung up on my wall," he
said proudly and held up the first print.
Sirius sat bolt upright,
sputtering. "Harry! You can’t possibly put that up in
public!"
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