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Truths	By : Necromant Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5103 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Truths

Beta: Seraphina_Pyra, thanks also for the help of
ireth_surion (Lj users)

Pairing: Sirius/Harry

Warnings: None (I think)

Note: Response to the Doing_hogwarts Do me! Challenge (Lj community)

Disclaimer: Not mine, *sigh* only the nefarious sort of plot
is mine�

There are times in which I am happy, in which I even manage
to ignore the extra shadow Azkaban cast over my soul. Today is one of those
days in which nothing can erase my good mood. I hear the door open, Harry�s
back from Hogsmeade. My lips twitch and curve into a smile when I remember he�s
finally living with me. I run downstairs to welcome him, but the sight that
greets my eyes makes my previous statements crumble into dust.

He brought one of his so called friends with him,
unaware of my presence on the stairs he�s talking with him, no, not talking;
he�s practically flirting with him. Hands lingering on his shoulder, a gaze
that suggests naughty things that normal people only do hidden under the dark
veil of the night. The aura that surrounds him stinks with happiness�a few
months ago this sight would make me feel happy for him � funny how things
change in the arch of five months.

When his emerald eyes meet my blue ones his smile falters
for few a seconds and then it erupts into a breathtaking grin.

�This is Jonas,� He says �we met last time in a club.�

�Oh,� I say trying to fake a smile, �Hi, I�m Sirius, his� godfather�

�Hi!,� the mongrel replies, �Yeah I know, he spent the whole
time talking about you, honestly Mr. Black I�m starting to feel jealous!� Then
he laughs, as if he just said the funniest thing in the world�Maybe he did, but
for me� he just stabbed my soul.

Hearing this, my beloved godson burst into hysterical
laughter, exclaiming between heavy pants,

�Jealous of... of Sirius?� then he laughs even harder,
clutching his stomach and the special friend joins him; their eyes
shining and cheeks flushed. When Harry manages to calm himself enough he
straightens himself and then utters the words I was so dreading to hear,

�As if� I�ll ever � look at my� godfather in that way!�

They laugh again, this time they cling to each other to stohemshemselves from falling with the strain. Harry notices my lack of participation
and directs his teary eyes to my serious ones and stops laughing abruptly.

We stand there looking at each other, time seems to freeze;
suddenly my mouth feels as dry as sand. Harry, my Harry � my eyes start
to tingle and my heart hammers in my throat at the intensity of his calculating
gaze. I don�t want to close them, or look away. But some say that the eyes are
the mirror of our soul. I cannot expose my soul, not now, not today, not ever�.

As we gaze in each other�s eyes I blink once, twice, trice�
and then his emerald eyes widen with understanding. I�m the first to look away,
what will he think of me now?

Jonas, who by now must be thinking I�m a mad man, looks as
if he�s solved the million galleon riddle �You want him!� he exclaims �But� but
you�re, you�re his Godfather! ...� he trails off looking shocked and slightly
sick.

I don�t know what to say, it must be a first; the famous
Sirius Black, the prankster par excellence of the marauder�s group is at
a loss for words.

�Sirius?� He stammers; face still flushed from the laughing
fit.

�I�m sorry,� I choke out from my constricted throat. My gaze
trails to the floor; I can�t hold the intense gaze of my angel, the one that
managed to pull out forgotten feelings from the remote depths of my tormented
soul. I decide to stop making a fool of myself and leave them be, so I go back
upstairs, thinking about what led me to the current situation.

How could I be so foolish as to fall for my godson?
It�s his fault� he�s so young and foolish, but he�s also damned attractive and
possesses a strong character. After Voldemort�s defeat he grew out to be an
exuberant young man, loving lialwaalways trying new experiences. Most of the
time he dragged me with him to test new things, such as sky diving, skiing,
scuba diving. He managed to suppress the horrific memories imprinted in my mind
with new lighter happy ones. I cherished every second I spent with him during
our vacation in Italy, where we spent most of our time on the beach under the
hot sun, swimming and splashing water like toddlers.

The affection I nurture for my seraph blossomed in the time
span of five months. Now I can�t picture myself living alone in my ancestral
house, not after tasting what a carefree life is like�

I�ve spent whole nights tossing and turning in my bed
thinking about him, this cohabitation turned out to be my ultimate curse. I
almost wish I was taken back into Azkaban so that the Dementors could suck away
the happy memories I have with him; the pain of seeing him with someone else is
clawing at me, making me that desperate.

The journey into the mists of my memories is suddenly
interrupted when a concerned voice calls my name.

�Sirius?�

Apprehension fills me as I watch him climbing the stairs�
alone.

�Where is your friend?� It�s the first thing that comes into
my mind.

�I told him to go home. Look, Sirius, I think we need to
talk.� He replies, looking worriedly at my face, sporting the same expression
you�d probably make when you see a piece of expensive glass hanging on the edge
of a table in the precarious situation of falling, smashing to the floor or
clinging wobbly to the edge but still in one whole piece.

�What do you want me to say?� I say holding back any emotion
from my voice and keeping my face blank.

�I don�t know what happened earlier downstairs but I think
you have a lot to tell me. Sirius, look, maybe I said something that made you
somewhat upset, but I don�t understand why� Sirius?�

I don�t know what to say, I�m lost, fallen, finally cracked,
and he stands there waiting for me to give him some sort of rational
explanation� but what can I say?

This silence stretches; I can almost hear my own heartbeat
drumming in my throat� this awkward moment is becoming unbearable. His lips
suddenly look fuller, redder� my thoughts twist entirely into a wayward
direction. It�s a moment when you become aware of another body near you and you
can almost feel the sexual potential radiating between both of you. Without
thinking, I move a few steps closer.

His expression changes into an anticipatory one, maybe there
wasn�t even an edge, maybe the glass is already shattered, bits and pieces spread
on the floor. He keeps still, unreadable expression - my brave Gryffindor.
We stand at an almost touching distance, both waiting for a hint of something�
approval or rejection.

The tension escalates to an alarming level and I can�t stand
it any longer. I raise my arms on to his shoulder and close the distance
between us, pressing our bodies together in the process. I feel awkward, out of
place and tongue-tied, and I opt for the lesser evil; hugging him tightly. He
gasps but doesn�t resist the sudden contact. After what seemed like an infinite
span of minutes he pulls himself out of my bone crushing hug and directs his
confused eyes to mine.

�If� if you want to leave, I mean� if you want to go back
with your other relatives� I�d understand.�

I know that this was a lie, if he decides to leave, I am
sure I�ll never see the light again, I�ll never taste happiness, Azkaban�s
shadow will engulf me once more and somehow I would welcome it.

I turn to move away, not wanting to hear his decision but a
hand on my shoulder stops me and as I turn around to tell him that I wanted to
be alone, I feel soft warm lips brush mine. My eyes widen at the realization
that he�s kissing me, his tongue sneaks out and traces my lips, we open our
mouths and our tongues meet half way; testing each others reaction and
exploring the possibility of a new love based relationship.

I can�t remember the last time I kissed with such passion, I
feel the little, almost spent, flame in me burst into a huge bonfire consuming
my senses and enveloping them into a torrent of mixed feelings and sensations
that my Harry was directing.

�My angel� I whisper in his ear.

He shudders and moans, plunging his wet tongue further into
my mouth, as if he wanted to low low my soul into his and unite them, making
them whole, one. Our hands move of their own accord touching places that
continued to feed the consuming fire with lustful desires.

�Sirius, why didn�t you tell me before?� He pants, when the
need for air was unbearable.

�How could I tell you something like that? I was� is wrong.
Your father would have my head for this� I reply. Then he does something I
wasn�t expecting him to, he smiles; a most charming wicked smile that promises
a lot of things, making my last, almost non existent, resolve disappear.

�Jonas?� I inquire

�Sent him away�.Sirius, I� I was wrong� I do have some
feelings for you. But I thought that you didn�t feel the same way.� He
declares, putting my miserable days to an end.

�Oh Harry,� I choke back tears of happiness as I kiss him
more hungrily than before, with the back of my hands brushing his denim clad
crotch, feeling his hard erection radiating heat.

He gasps and grinds his body to mine�

�Make love to me Sirius�can�t wait anymore�please.�

Those words made my heart beat quicken, words like Godfather,
James, Trust lost their meaning as we stumbled into my room with our mouth
attached to each others.

When we arrived near the bed his emerald eyes met mine and
then he boldly grabbed my hand, directed it over his crotch, and started
rubbing it on his crotch. I took the lead from there, I squeezed his erection
making him part his lips and gasp. He pressed his body with mine and tugged at
my shirt.

�This� off� now.� Panting he ordered, useless to say, I
obediently complied.

We started undressing each other languidly, and as I was on
my knees peeling his boxers off him a flashback distracted me for a fleeting
moment from my task. It was the memory when Lily made me change his diapers for
the first time, his miniscule legs trashing in the air while I tried to peel
the diaper off him. Something heavier than lead crashed into my heart and
squeezed it as I realized what I was about to do.

Harry must have sensed my hesitation; a pair of arms pulled
me up and circled my waist, then two wet lips connected with mine and kissed my
doubts away. Yes, he was my godson, my best friend�s son, but he�s also the
one I grew to love and right now all I wanted to do was make love to him and
show him that I�m more than just his godfather.

Without any more hesitations I once again fall on my knees
and take off his boxers with one swift motion. He then takes a few steps back
until he bumps into the edge of the bed, and falls down into a sitting position
with his legs wide open, his erection standing up to attention. I literarily
crawl in front of him and when my mouth is only few inches from his cock I give
him a feral look, open my mouth and take his length in my mouth taking special
attention to cover my teeth as to avoid unwanted side effects. I suck and swirl
my tongue, running it into his slit, making him gasp and arch his hips upwards,
almost making me choke as his tip touched my throat. He urges me to suck harder
and throws his head back, rolling his eyes as I continue to work his cock and
sacs with my tongue. His legs start quivering and he starts to thrust his hips
up violently.

�Oh, Sirius! � More please! ... Please�

He crawls up and sprawls with his stomach on the bed, making
me think of a sacramental virgin waiting to be taken. I moved next to him and
raised his hips, until he ended into a kneeling position, displaying his
puckering hole. He wiggled his arse in a silent offering and after a cleaning
spell I lowered my mouth to his entrance and swiped my tongue between over his
hole. He gasped and yelled my name; it was the only urging I needed. I pushed
my tongue into his opening, feeling his flesh give away to my tongue. I took my
time to make him relax under my administrations and after a quick lubrication
spell I positioned myself on top of him and I pushed slowly into him, I didn�t
want to hurt him much, I wanted him to trust me.

�Siriuss...�

He moaned and after a little while he pushed himself
backwards, impaling my cock into himself. He turns his head and his eyes are
glimmering with unshed tears, but he smiles and pulls forward slowly, then with
a jerky movement he pushes backwards again. I let him take the lead and ride me
while I find his cock and start stroking it in tempo with his movements.

I take the lead when we�re about to come, I start moving
harder and faster every time, he still tries to meet me halfway, making
exquisite noises that makes my mind reel with the intensity of the situation.
Soon enough I come, filling him with my essence and after few more strokes he
comes too yelling my name in a way he never uttered before.

Our shouts, driven by the intense pleasure inflicted upon
each other, reflected the strong emotion flowing between us � an emotion I
thought I�d never taste again.
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