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The Dawning of Three	By : Persephone Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 13952 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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The door opposite his was open, the bed inside the room lay empty and unmade, the duvet wrinkled and turned over in one corner. Harry stormed past it, thudding down the stairs, the soles of his feet stinging from how hard they were hitting each step. He headed all the way down to the kitchen, not bothering to check the living room because he knew that they much preferred to hang out in the kitchen. He was right. Sirius and Remus were sitting opposite each other at the table, a plate of barely cooked meat in front of them and some chips that were burnt at the edges, obviously from Sirius’ attempt to cook. Remus was looking much better, there was colour in his cheeks now and a smile on his face.

The werewolf’s head shot towards the door as soon as Harry entered, making the boy stop in his tracks, the gaze gluing him to his spot. He tightened his fingers on the book in his hand as his mind caught up with what he was about to do. Nerves suddenly swamped him making his hands become clammy and his mouth feel as dry as the Sahara desert.

“Harry!” Remus beamed, making his stomach flip dangerously. “Hey cub.”

“You sound like you’re feeling better.” Harry said, pigeon-stepping his way towards the men. He stopped a few steps away from Sirius, who was watching him carefully.

Remus nodded, “I feel really good actually, better than I have after the full moon for a long time.”

“Must be because of you.” Sirius smirked, his eyes drifting down Harry’s body.

The young wizard shook his head, trying to find a way of forcing the words out of his mouth now that he was standing there. “I doubt it.” he muttered, his cheeks flushing. He lifted the book and waggled it, “I think you have something to explain.”

The smiles dropped from both of their faces and he saw blind panic in Remus’ eyes as he looked frantically between Harry and Sirius. “W-what do you mean?” he stuttered.

Harry dropped the book on the table and Remus flinched at the sound it made. “If I asked you to kiss me, what would you say?” he knew he should have taken it a little slower, maybe straight up asked about the second mate thing, but he felt like he’d waited too long already, just through the weeks of back and forth. The confusion and the lust swirling inside of him was too much and he needed to know whether he what he was feeling was genuine. He wanted, needed, Remus to kiss him and then he needed Sirius to do it too.

Sirius stood suddenly, sending his chair squeaking back, “Harry...” he started, staring at him wide eyed but Harry could see it wasn’t out of annoyance but rather shock. Remus just stared at him, blinking wildly.

“What did you say?” the older man said, his tone steely, slowly tilting his head as if it would help him comprehend the question.

Harry nibbled his bottom lip, shifting from foot to foot and feeling suddenly foolish, he wiped his hands on his jeans and forced himself to keep Remus’ gaze. He could hear Sirius’ rapid breathing and felt the thick tension filling the room, but this time he knew that it would dissipate for all the right reasons. “Kiss me.” He said and then repeated, his voice more demanding. “Kiss me.”

The growl that tore from Remus’ throat was epic. Deep and seemingly vicious. The wolf lunged right across the table, sending the plates of food flying, the ceramic shattering when it hit the floor. Harry’s eyes shot wide as Remus landed before him, his eyes as golden as they were last night, shining with so many emotions. Harry’s heart pumped so frantically he could hear it as if it were in his ears rather than his chest. When Remus’ hand gripped his hair and pulled his head back, Harry wondered whether he might suffer a heart attack, wondered how this show of loss of control could be so damn hot. Then Remus’ mouth was covering his own and he couldn’t think at all.

The man devoured him, just as Harry wished he would. His lips moving against Harry’s, forcing him to reciprocate just by being so incredibly tempting. They were soft and yet the pressure behind them forceful and demanding. Remus’ tongue slipped against the seam of Harry’s mouth and the teen opened for him, inviting him inside. The werewolf stroked his tongue against Harry’s before nipping his bottom lip. Whimpering, Harry stepped even closer, pressing his body up against Remus’, his hands fisting in the shirt that the older man was wearing. Remus tasted like meat and chocolate and Harry wanted more. He could feel Remus’ chest vibrating against his own and knew that the man was growling. The kisses slowed and Remus’ hand loosened his Harry’s hair, the boy opened his eyes, his vision burred and his mind dazed.

He saw Remus’ smile but that was it before a large hand cupped his jaw and turned his head to the side. Another mouth covered his before he had the chance to realise what was going on. His eyes closed automatically as these lips attacked his own just as vehemently, kissing him wetly. Sirius sucked on Harry’s bottom lip as he pressed the teen between his body and his husband’s, surrounding him in heat and firing up the lust in his veins. Harry whined again, his knees buckling, an arm swept around his waist to keeping him upright as Sirius continued to kiss him. He knew in that moment that this was what he was supposed to do in his life. If he never achieved anything ever again, it wouldn’t matter, because he’d have these men to kiss him like this every day.

He hadn’t even been aware that he could feel this way. That kissing could make his blood boil and his skin feel so hot that it felt as if he were on fire. His cock ached so much that he didn't know what he would do if he didn't get relief but he didn't want this to go too far before he knew what the hell was happening. He had never felt this way from a kiss, he hadn’t even felt this volume of unadulterated passion when he was sleeping with Ginny. Harry groaned deeply, if it felt like this when they were kissing, he could only imagine what it would be like if, when, they had sex.

With Sirius teasing his mouth, he was unaware of anything else around him except the weight of Remus’ gaze on his face. One of his hands released the werewolf’s shirt to reach behind him and rest on Sirius’ thigh. His godfather smirked against his mouth and undulated his hips against the curve of Harry’s backside.

“My mate.” Was murmured against his throat and Harry pulled away from Sirius, opening his eyes and swinging his gaze back to the werewolf in front of him, who had his face pressed against the crook of Harry’s neck.

“So this is true?” Harry asked, dumbstruck. The sudden realisation that he had just snogged his dead father’s best friends made his lungs freeze for a second and he had to gasp to get them working again. “This second mate thing is real?”

Remus stepped back to look down at him, “It is.”

“Fuck.” He hadn’t meant it to come out the way it had. It was just the shock of trying to work out the fact that he may be a werewolf’s mate but it was obvious that Remus took it the wrong way, the hurt on his face was evident. Harry frowned, “That doesn’t mean I don’t want it.” he rushed, “I’m just shocked. I didn't ever think I would start falling for you two and I never thought that I was meant to fall for you.” Sirius’ hand gripped his hair and harshly pulled his head back, his mouth attached to Harry’s neck to nibble the skin, making the boy gasp in shock. His whole body quivered and his eyelids fluttered, fighting to close, but he wouldn’t allow them.

“Sirius, we should explain before we overwhelm him.” Remus spoke as if he was talking to a child, slow and clear.

Sirius grumbled, running his lips up and down the length of Harry’s throat. “I can’t help myself, he’s finally ours.”

“Wait...wait, we need to discuss this first.” Harry whimpered, pulling away and throwing himself into the nearest chair. He sucked in some much needed air and rested his elbows on the table, his head in his hands. He could still feel their lips on his, a ghosting touch that was driving him crazy, making him want to throw himself at them all over again. “Am I your second mate?” he asked, needing to hear the words come from Remus’ mouth.

The two older men sat down, Sirius right beside Harry and Remus opposite, the animagus reached out and pulled Harry’s hand away from his face, intertwining their fingers and stroking his thumb back and forth over Harry’s skin. The werewolf looked at him, his gaze heavy. “Yes, you are.”

“How long have you known?”

“Since your seventeen birthday, when you came of age.”

Harry swallowed hard, “That’s nearly two years, Remy. Why did you not tell me? How could you not?” It actually hurt that they hadn’t told him, even though he knew that his reaction wouldn’t have been the same back then. He would have gotten to this point though, and probably quickly considering he was intended for Remus, which meant they had still wasted a lot of time.

Remus sighed, frowning down at his hands as his bonded gave Harry’s a squeeze and answered for him. “Remus felt that it was better to leave it so that you could live normally for a while, besides you had Ginny, he felt it was better that you got to do what you wanted.”

“How do you know that I wouldn’t have wanted this?” Harry huffed, much like a sullen child.

The werewolf across from him looked up sharply, “Come on, cub, you can’t tell me that you’ve ever thought of us in more than a platonic way up until the last few weeks.”

He had to give them that one. Harry lifted a shoulder, “But had you have told me, then I would have accepted it much sooner and we wouldn’t have had to have gone through all this.” he was thankful that he wouldn’t have to go through it again that was for sure.

“That’s exactly why I didn't want to tell you, I didn't want you to be with us out of pity or duty. I wanted you to come to us because you wanted us.” Remus said, holding Harry’s eyes, “You do want us, right? This isn’t just because you read the book.” He looked down at where the book lay on the table, narrowing his eyes on it before casting Sirius a glance.

Harry licked his lips nervously, “You know that isn’t the case...you must be able to tell that I...”

“Say it.” Sirius purred, leaning in to run his nose the length of Harry’s throat again. The boy tried to pull away but it was hopeless, he liked the fact that it seemed Sirius couldn’t keep his hands off of him. “I want to hear you say it.” the man demanded, a bite to his words that told Harry he wouldn’t get away with not doing what Sirius wanted.

“I want you.” Harry breathed, trying to ignore the fire in his belly, “I want to kiss you again and I want to...to...do things that I’ve never even thought of doing before. I want to wake up next to you every day.” He clamped his lips together, his cheeks burning. He had said more than he had planned on saying. Way more. He could practically feel the smugness rolling off of Sirius but Remus was just staring at him again, this time the desire in his eyes palpable.

“You agree to be with us Harry and that’s that. We won’t let you go. Ever. This is the only warning I’m going to give you.” Remus said, “If you say yes to this then you are giving yourself to us and we’ll give ourselves to you.”

“You know the answer will be yes.” Harry scratched at the table, he didn't have a choice when it came to the question of being with them. There was no way he could say no now, not after they made him depend on them but he knew that he didn't want to turn away now. He wanted to go on with them, to find out what life with them could mean. “But I need to understand some stuff first.” He pressed a hand against Sirius’ chest and pushed him back, creating space between them. “Without distractions.” He said pointedly.

Sirius leant back, crossing his arms over his chest, a predatory smirk on his face that told Harry just what he was going to go with him when this conversation was over. Harry gulped. “Go ahead.” Sirius said, waving Harry on with a flick of his fingers.

Harry shifted nervously in his seat, feeling the hunger in his godfathers eyes as if it were a physical thing. He tried to look at Remus instead but almost found that too much too. Luckily the werewolf’s expression was more relaxed and happy than anything else. There was a cheeriness about him that Harry hadn’t seen in a long time. A smile in his eyes instead of just on his face.

“H-how is this going to work?” he asked, “Are we doing to date first or are we in a r-relationship? There’s three of us, isn’t that...added difficulty, how does it work?”

Remus smiled softly, “Just as a relationship between two people works, you’ll get used to it. You just get an extra person looking out for you. Loving you.” Harry gulped at the L-word.

“As I’ve told you before Harry, triad relationships are pretty common around the wizarding world and especially when there is a creature involved. Veela’s are popular for having more than one mate.” Sirius added, “And as for whether we’re in a relationship now, the answer is yes. There is no point dating before deciding when we all know this will only go one way.”

“If you are willing, of course” Remus said, flashing his husband a warning glance.

Sirius pulled a face, “He already said yes, he’s not getting out of it now.” He looked back at Harry, “But don’t worry, we may not be just dating but there will be dates.”

Harry cleared his throat, trying not to panic. Just because he wanted it, it didn't mean that the thought of being with two men who were both twenty-odd years older than him wasn’t beyond daunting. He had no idea how to go about it and Sirius just seemed so confident, as if he had stolen all of Harry’s. “I don’t...being in a relationship with you, I don’t know how to. I’ve only been with Ginny and that couldn’t be any more different to this, could it.” He blew out a long breath, fanning his face with it.

“It’s okay to be nervous Harry.” Remus said, “We are too.”

Harry raised his eyebrows in surprise, “You are?”

“Yes.” Remus nodded, “We may be well versed in being in a relationship with a man but we’ve never had a third person to consider as a lover and you mean so much to us that it’s nerve wracking to think about it going wrong.”

Sirius scoffed, “I don’t have any qualms about this. We are soulmates, three parts of a whole, there is no way this could go wrong. We just have to take it as it comes.” He said the last sentence with a crude leer in Harry’s direction, his voice dripping in innuendo. The teenager flushed, unable to believe that Sirius could make him blush so much. He opened and closed his mouth a bit before managing to speak.

“Um, about...well I’ve never...with a man. Or two. I, um...” He floundered, unsure of what to say after making a total fool of himself with his last sentence. None of this confrontation had gone to plan; he had told himself it would be him demanding answers, not cowering like an idiot. He closed his eyes, mentally chastising himself. There was a heavy silence before Remus broke it.

“Harry, you don’t have to worry about that. We’ll go at your pace. Won’t we Sirius.” The last part was much sterner than the rest, as if he thought that Sirius may disagree.

The man in question grinned roguishly, “Sure, I won’t do anything he doesn’t want me to.”

They all knew that didn't mean much. Harry wanted them to do everything that would make him shudder with incomprehensible pleasure but he knew he wasn’t ready for that yet. He’d just make a fool of himself. He made a mental note to ask Blaise some questions about gay sex. Of course he wasn’t stupid, he knew the ins and outs, so to speak, but he wanted to know details.

“Besides it’s almost enough for me just knowing that you have accepted this. That you don’t mind being my mate.” Remus shrugged, ignoring the way Sirius gave him a look that said ‘what-the-fuck-are-you-talking-about’.

“Almost?” Harry said.

Remus beamed, “Well, I get to kiss you too, right?”

“Yeah.” The saviour muttered quietly. Kissing he could do.

“Then that’s more than enough.”

“Personally I want you naked and begging but whatever.” Sirius deadpanned.

Harry sucked in a shuddering breath, staring wide eyed at the animagus. “You...I...please, Sirius...”

Sirius made a sound that seemed to be a laugh smothered by a cough “I didn’t expect the begging that quickly.”

Staring down at his hands, Harry frowned, trying not to be affected by Sirius’ words. He could feel sweat beading the back of his neck and his cock was hard again. His body was ready to go but his mind was holding him back. He wondered how people were going to react to the knowledge that he was in a relationship with his late father’s best friends. In a relationship, it didn't quite feel like that yet and he wasn’t sure when it was going to sink in.

“I don’t think we should make it public knowledge yet.” Harry said, “I just...I want to be comfortable with it first, so that when people ask I have something to say.”

“You’re not comfortable?” Sirius leant forward, cocking his head to the side.

“It...it just doesn’t feel real yet, y’know.” Harry explained, “If someone said ‘you’re with them right’, I’d have to think about the answer first.”

“You know what will help with that?” Remus rested his elbows on the table, staring lovingly at Harry, “We should go on a date tonight. Out for a meal. Let us treat you.”

“And then we’ll come back here and make out for a few hours.” Sirius smirked, “You can sleep in our bed tonight.”

“I can?” Harry brightened immediately, the urge to just sleep between them had been rife since he had done it the other week. Both of their faces lightened at his reaction and they chuckled warmly.

“There’s no place we’d rather have you.” Remus purred, running his teeth over his bottom lip, his eyes drifting down Harry’s chest. His nostrils flared and Harry knew that the older man could smell his arousal.

Harry slumped back in his chair and ran a hand through his hair, tugging sharply at the locks. He looked back and forth between Sirius and Remus and thought, I can’t believe they’re my...mates, lovers...boyfriends? He had no idea what to call them. He couldn’t help feeling like a kid saying boyfriend and even so it felt odd just to think boyfriend. But he had to get over that, there was no denying that he was out and out poof now. The press will have a field day when they finally found out. Standing up suddenly, he walked to the counter, ignoring the eyes following him and put that sticky toffee pudding together quickly, before chucking two huge chunks in separate bowls and handing one to Remus and the other to Sirius.

“Sticky toffee pudding!” Remus yipped, grabbing a spoon and tucking straight in, “Wow.” He breathed after his first mouthful. He blinked at Harry and muttered, “You’re perfect.”

Harry rolled his eyes and started to move away when Sirius’ arm wrapped around his hips and the man pulled him down into his lap. Harry perched uncomfortably on his knee, not meeting his eyes. “I have a question about us.” He said, aiming it to Sirius although they may not get that since he was looking away. He tried to slip off of Sirius’ knee and back into his seat but the effort was fruitless. Sirius clamped his hand down on Harry’s hip so that he couldn’t move.

“Fire away.” The animagus said, his fingers sliding beneath the hem of Harry’s top, making the boy jump when they connected with his skin.

Harry pointed to the book that still lay on the table, “That says that the mate’s of the werewolf don’t usually have a physical relationship, are we not supposed too?” he cast the eldest male a look.

Sirius raised an eyebrow, “You saying you don’t want me?” he asked, his voice firm.

Blinking, Harry rolled his eyes, “That’s not what I said. You mentioned that we were all soulmates, but that doesn’t really work does it? Both you and I are Remus’ soulmates but surely that doesn’t mean that we are soulmates.” The hurt that flashed on Sirius face made Harry feel like a right tosser and he quickly added, “Not that I don’t think...I was just asking whether we are actually supposed to be together...” he drifted off, looking away again. When he was suddenly lifted, spun around and deposited on the table, Harry meeped in shock. Sirius’ lips pressed hard against his as the man stood between his thighs, his hands cupping his back of Harry’s knees and pulling him forward so that their bodies were plastered against each other. Sirius kissed him hard and Harry’s arms involuntarily linked around his neck, his fingers thrusting into the man’s hair. Just as he was getting into it, Sirius pulled back and rested his forehead against Harry’s.

“Don’t you ever doubt that we’re soulmates again!” The older man said between gritted teeth, his eyes boring into Harry’s. “The book says that when the first’s and second’s don’t have a relationship the entire triad is weak. That’s because they are denying themselves of their soulmate. You belong to me too, Harry, not just Remus.”

“He’s right.” Remus added, obviously feeling left out, what with the kiss he had to watch. He teetered on the edge of his seat, barely able to keep himself on it. He wanted to be over there making up for lost time too.

Harry nodded, slightly dazed, “How can someone have two soulmates?” he asked.

Running his fingers over Harry’s cheekbone, Sirius smirked, “Some people need more than one person to handle them. Especially if they are as powerful as you. You need two people to balance out your needs, to give you things that one person couldn’t.”

“Isn’t it greedy?” Harry asked, smirking.

Remus chuckled and stood up, walking around the table to stand in front of them. “Does it matter?”

“Why would anyone deny themselves their soulmate?” Harry frowned, sending a pointed glance to Remus, who quirked an eyebrow at him.

“The werewolf was probably being possessive or maybe the mate’s didn't want to share and so they behave stubbornly. But it works out worse for them in the long run.” Remus stepped in beside Sirius and cupped Harry’s jaw, “I don’t mind sharing you with Sirius and vice versa, besides, Sirius would kill me if I tried to keep you away from him.” he leant in and nuzzled Harry’s cheek, smiling when the boy reciprocated.

They stayed like that for a while, surrounding each other, touching each other. There was no more kissing which Harry was a little disappointed about but he knew that if the kissing started again, he’d have a hard time keeping it together. What he really needed was some time to talk this out with someone who wasn’t involved, to get an unbiased opinion of the situation, but that would have to wait.

“We’ll wait until you want to tell people.” Remus murmured sometime later, as if reading Harry’s mind. “We know you are new to this, so it’s all on your terms.”

“But in this house, alone, don’t expect us to behave like we will in public.” Sirius warned.

Harry nodded, “That’s fine.” He said, pushing them away gently and sliding off the table, “Are you still feeling okay?” he asked Remus.

The wolf nodded, “Yes, I’m feeling more than okay, cub. Moony is thrilled, as am I.”

“Good. I think I’m going to go take a bath if you don’t mind. I’ll remember to lock the door this time.”

“Why would you do that? You’ve got nothing to hide.” Sirius said.

“Because I know you’re going to try and come in.” Harry scoffed, heading towards the stairs, he threw a look over his shoulder, “and that wouldn’t be very productive now, would it?”

“Depends who you’re asking.” Sirius’ eyes flashed, his mind wandering.

Harry shook his head and heading up the stairs, leaving the two men watching him go.

ooOoOoOoo

Sirius turned towards his husband in a slow, calculated half circle. They stared at each other for a few seconds before their lips curved into equally as ecstatic smiles. Sirius jumped forward to give Remus a quick kiss, resting his hands on the other man’s biceps, he looked at him and shook his head in disbelief.

“We have him.” He said and then pecked Remus again.

“I can’t believe it.” Remus lifted a hand to run it through his hair, “He accepted it. He kissed us back.”

“He wants us.”

“How did he figure it out?”

Sirius took a guilty step away and shrugged, “I may have hinted that he read more of the book.” He admitted.

“Sirius!” Remus huffed, “You shouldn’t have done that.”

“But it worked didn’t it and if he didn't want us he wouldn’t have come down here and asked you to kiss him.” Leaning back against the table, Sirius’ lip lifted, “Now come here and kiss me. I need to be thanked and I need to work out some frustrations, that little minx riled me up.”

Remus rolled his eyes and stepped into his mate, “He is right though, it’s going to be weird to just expect to act as if we’re in a relationship together. We shouldn’t push the touching onto him too much at the moment and we need to take him on dates first.” Leaning in, Remus pressed their lips together before Sirius could reply, hoping that he could kiss the disobedience from him. He knew that it wouldn’t work, Sirius didn't really follow advice when he didn't want to, but Remus loved trying to convince him.

The animagus’ hands linked together at the back of Remus’ neck and he leant back slightly, “I agree about the dating thing, Harry won’t feel comfortable until he realises that this is following the pattern of what he believes a relationship to be like. But I’ll take as much kissing and touching as I can, you should too, I know you want too.”

“Of course I want too.” Remus said, “I wish I could be up there right now, in that tub with him. What I would do to stroke his wet skin, to have him wrap his legs around my waist...” Sirius groaned thickly and dropped his head into the crook of Remus’ neck.

“Remy...”

“I want all of him and I want it now, but I know I have to wait a while. Just think about how amazing it’s going to be when we finally get to make love to him.”

“I’m looking forward to making love to him but I can’t wait to fuck him. Hard and frantic, Remy, with an extreme amount of dirty talk and then I can’t wait to hold him afterwards and kiss him to ease any aches he’ll have.”

Remus had stilled against him, a statue, his breathing suddenly incredibly loud. Leaning back, Sirius peered up at his mate’s face, scrunching his nose up when he saw Moony coming through in Remus’ eyes. He should have been more careful, he could only imagine the images going through Remus’ mind; Harry naked, spread out, begging them. Sirius shuddered and shook Remus, breathing a sigh of relief when he snapped out of it.

“Sorry, I was just thinking about him. I’ve wanted him for so long that I can’t keep my body in check. I feel like I should be glad just to hold him and care for him but all I want to do is tear his clothes off and make him scream.” The guilt on Remus’ face shocked Sirius a little. He hadn’t realised that Remus would feel bad for wanting Harry so badly.

“That’s nothing to feel guilty about, Remy, it’s going to be a major thing. If we went without sex for too long you’d feel the same too. Sex is what makes a relationship different to a friendship and being that attracted to someone isn’t wrong. You have held him and cared for him and now it’s time to really show him how much pleasure he can experience. Wanting to make him feel good isn’t something to beat yourself up about.”

Remus let out a huff of air and nodded, “I know but I don’t want him to think that it’s all I want.”

Stroking his husband’s cheek, Sirius shook his head, “He wouldn’t think that and if he ever did we can let him know it’s not the truth. He’s not new to sex, Remy, he knows what it involves, emotions wise that is.”

The werewolf was growling now, probably because he had been reminded about Harry’s affiliation with Ginny and just what it involved. Sirius knew he hated the fact that someone had touched Harry first, but there was nothing they could do about it now apart from make Harry forget that he had ever been with anyone apart from them. Sirius cocked his head and smiled softly at Remus, letting him know that he understood just how he felt. He may not have the creature longing that Remus had for Harry but he had the human equivalent. He wouldn’t be able to live without the teen either and every moment they spend on the sidelines was another moment of pain but now that they had him, he wouldn’t be letting anyone put their hands on their boy.

“Where shall we take him tonight?” Remus asked, “It needs to be somewhere special.”

Sirius nodded determinedly, “Something that no one else could do for him.”

“That might be a little hard at short notice.”

“No, it’s what we do that’ll make it different. We should take him to Fame, that’ll impress him, and then maybe a walk on the beach or even a walk down the London streets at night. Something where we can hold his hand and talk.”

The younger man smiled, “Sound’s good. We should take him to the cottage, walk him down the beach and then we can sleep there and come back tomorrow.”

Sirius’ eyes widened, “How did I not think of that? I can’t wait, better go tell him to dress formal.” He pulled away from his husband and headed towards the stairs.

“Oh as if I’m going to let you go up there on your own. You’ve already had an extra kiss.” Remus said as he followed, swatting Sirius on the butt. The animagus threw his head back and barked a laugh.

“Jealous.”

“You fucking know it.” Remus growled and traipsed behind his mate as they went in search of their saviour.

ooOoOoOoo

Harry lay back and let the water lap at his body, blanketing him in its warmth and filling his head with the scent of lavender. He had used a little of Remus’ calming bath bubbles and he could feel them working already; his muscles were lax and his heart was beating at its normal rate. Closing his eyes, he ran his hand over his chest, noticing how small his were compared to Sirius’ and Remus’ and realising that he craved the feel of bigger hands and bodies against his own. His eyes shot wide and he sucked in a shocked breath. He knew that he wanted them but he hadn’t realised just how much. Even though they were in the house anyone would have thought that they were miles away from the extent of his desire to be near them.

Dropped his hands to either side of his body, Harry sighed, wondering what to do on their date tonight. Not that he had too, he knew they were going to take care of it all. That was another thing that was going to take some getting used to. He wasn’t the head of this relationship like he had been with Ginny. He wasn’t the one that had to protect anymore, he didn't have to look out for the person he was with even though he would. No one could take away his need to have those he loved safe, but he was the girl in this relationship!

Scrunching up his nose, Harry flicked some water at the tiled wall. He would miss being the one in charge...kinda. Sure he let Ginny walk over him but that was because he had decided it was too much effort to face it, if he had, she would have stopped in order to please him. In this new relationship, he would have two dominant, demanding males making him do things that he would be pretending not to want to do. They wouldn’t be letting things pass that was for sure. If they want something, they’d make sure he knew about it. It was going to be different. Brand new territory. The thought of having to answer to everything actually excited him. He wondered what would happen if he denied them something, how long would it take for Sirius to find other means of getting what it was he wanted. Harry moaned softly to himself, the thought of Sirius touching him becoming too much. He forced himself to think of other things, like meeting up with Hermione and going to watch a Quidditch match with Ron. That was until the bathroom door creaked open and he brought his knees up to his chest so fast that he almost kneed himself in the nose.

“How did you get in?” He asked, his frown creating a deep wrinkle between his brows. He was sure he locked the door.

Sirius scoffed, “We’re wizards, babe, and you didn't put any locking charm up.” Remus peaked over the man’s shoulder and gave Harry a rather cheeky grin.

“Sorry love, I couldn’t stop him.”

Harry rolled his eyes, letting a smile slip onto his face, “Sure you couldn’t.” He said, noticing that Remus calling him ‘love’ made his body tingle warmly. He let go of his legs, dropping them back into the water. The bubbles covered his modesty but he knew the view of his chest would be appreciated and from the way their eyes dropped immediately to it, he wasn’t wrong. “Was there something you wanted?” he asked innocently.

Both of them looked back up into his eyes at the same time. Sirius licked his lips and stared at Harry as if he wanted to throw himself across the room and into the bath fully clothed. Remus on the other hand just looked pained and Harry felt a little guilty, he couldn’t imagine how hard it was for Remus to see his mate and have not only his own desire to deal with, but the desire of an animalistic, instinct-driven wolf too. Moony must be driving him wild.

“We needed to tell you to dress up smart tonight. We’re going to eat somewhere that usually wouldn’t let someone like Sirius in, but we know the owner so we’re alright.” Remus said.

Sirius nudged him hard in the ribs, “Oi you, I’m sophisticated.”

Both Harry and Remus laughed then and Sirius’ eyes narrowed dangerously, he took a step closer to the boy in the bath, making him pause in his laughter. “Think that’s funny do ya?”

Harry gulped and shook his head, “No.” He muttered, watching as Sirius moved closer and closer.

“It seemed you did.” Sirius drawled, “I think you should come over here and apologise.”

“But I’m naked.” Saying that didn't help him, not at all. Sirius’ eyes darkened and he dropped his fingers into the water at the other end of the tub, waving them back and forth.

“Even better.”

“Sirius, come on now, let’s give Harry the chance to get out of the bath.” Remus gripped his husband’s wrist and pulled him back, giving Harry a wink before closing the door and leaving him on his own. He could hear Sirius whining and it made him smile even more.

Quickly scrubbing his body, Harry jumped out of the bath and wrapped a towel around his waist, not even bothering to dry himself off properly. He yanked the plug out and pulled the door open, walking out into the bedroom. He wondered briefly whether there was a chance of him moving into this room soon and then frowned at himself for wanting to move so fast. He hadn’t wanted to sleep in the same bed as Ginny that often and he had never even considered moving in with her, no matter how often she had mentioned it.

His partners were lying on the bed, propped up against the headboard. He looked at them and wondered how long it would take before he could use that word without a second thought. Partners. It felt odd just thinking it. The two men were whispering to each other about something and Harry raised an eyebrow.

“Something I should know?” he asked.

Their head spun towards him and Sirius shook his head, “Nothing important.” He jerked his head in their direction and held his hand out, “Come over here.”

Harry went without hesitation, crawling onto the mattress, his stomach muscles jumping when Sirius’ hand settled on his wet chest, palm flat against the middle of Harry’s pecs. The animagus hummed, his eyes focussed on his hand and what rested beneath it. Harry settled his hand on Sirius’ shoulder as he sat down and then dropped it into his lap.

“So when are we heading out?” he asked, cocking his head when Sirius’ hand dropped an inch, the feel of those callused fingertips against his flesh made Harry shiver and he knew that both of them spotted it. A quiet rumbling growl acted as background music as Remus watched, refusing to let himself touch. Harry wanted him too and in a moment of confidence, he leant over and took the werewolf’s hand, pressing it against his pec, the brush of Remus’ palm against his nipple making the bud harden.

“In...about an hour and a half.” Sirius’ nose was at Harry’s throat again, his bottom lip brushing the flesh.

Remus pulled Harry forward suddenly, sending him sprawling across both of the older males’ legs. The teenager gasped, blinking rapidly as he found himself nose to nose with Remus, the man’s sweet breath fanning his mouth. A wave of yearning washed over Harry and he whimpered needily, not a second later Remus slammed their lips together. Harry didn’t know how long they kissed for but when he refocused on what was going on around them, he found himself straddling Remus’ thighs, his towel straining dangerously at his hips. Sirius was behind him, scattering kisses over Harry’s wet shoulders.

“Merlin.” The teen breathed, pulling back to look down at Remus. He’d never seen so much genuine attraction in a person’s eyes before and he knew that Remus would do whatever it took to have him in that moment. And he would let him, even though he wasn’t ready, had Remus pushed a little further Harry wouldn’t have said no. But he didn't. He smiled at the saviour and stroked his fingers through Harry’s hair.

“Tell me who you belong to.” The werewolf said, his voice steady. Sirius’ mouth paused on Harry’s shoulders, his fingertips digging into Harry’s hips.

Harry swallowed thickly, “You.” Sirius bit him hard in the place that his shoulder met his neck and through his grimace Harry added, “You and Sirius.”

Remus nodded, trailing a finger down his youngest mate’s chest, stopping in the dip of his abs. “That’s right.” He said, “But don’t forget that we belong to you too.”

“Oh I won’t.” Harry stated strongly, he got a sudden urge to run his fingers through Remus’ hair and allowed himself to do it, feeling the soft strands between his digits. He noticed the grey tinting the light brown, he liked it. Sighing, he looked away, letting his hands fall to his sides.

“What’s wrong?” Sirius asked in his ear.

“I’ve just never felt this way before.” Harry admitted, wincing at how clichéd it sounded. “It just confuses me.” Sirius moved out from behind him, settling beside Remus and giving Harry some space. The youngest wizard eased himself off of Remus and perched on the edge of the bed, feeling a little exposed with his half-nakedness.

“Don’t worry love.” Remus said, “Why don’t you go and get ready for our date and we can talk at the restaurant.”

Harry nodded, some space would be good at the moment before he offered himself up naked and willing. He stood and was about to head to his room when Sirius said. “I think you’re forgetting something.”

Harry frowned, looking at the man’s face and trying to figure it out. When the animagus quirked a brow it suddenly became obvious and he smiled, leaning across the bed to peck the man on the lips, doing the same to Remus before trotting out of the room. He felt utterly goofy with a huge smile on his face and a warm pressure in his chest that he liked. When he closed his bedroom door behind him, he leant back against it and pressed the palm of his hand to his forehead. He had never felt so mixed up before but he didn't mind it that much, not while knowing how much both of the men wanted him.

“My god!” he muttered to himself, pushing off from the door and yanking off his towel, throwing it onto the bed. He headed over to the closet and searched the rail, trying to find something that would make him look hot. He had never felt the need to impress someone as much as he did Remus and Sirius.

He hadn’t been that bothered when he was with Ginny, sure he hadn’t wanted to look like an idiot but as long as he was clothed reasonably he hadn’t cared. Now though, he wanted to wear something that would make people stare at him. Make people want him. So he took out the snug black trousers and a royal blue shirt, pulling on some white briefs before getting dressed. He tried to sort his hair out in the bathroom mirror, smoothing out the wayward strands only for them to bounce back again. He gave up after a few minutes and brushed his teeth before finding some nice, shiny dress shoes. He was looking forward to going out and wondered what they were going to do exactly but he hoped that he wouldn’t embarrass himself too much, especially since the restaurant was supposed to be posh.

A soft knock on his door made him jump and he rolled his eyes at himself, grabbing the handle and pulling it open. Remus leant against the door frame, looking amazing in a grey suit with a soft blue shirt, he had one hand in his trouser pocket and was looking so relaxed that Harry didn’t understand how this was the same man that he’d been spending time with recently. The older man looked Harry up and down, his eyebrows rising slightly.

“You look gorgeous.” Remus said.

“So do you.” Harry replied mindlessly, too busy staring at Remus to filter his words. But he didn't regret saying it, not after seeing the delighted expression on the wolf’s face. Harry realised then that he wasn’t alone in his need to please them. As much as he suddenly wanted to look good for them, they wanted to look good for him too, or at least Remus did.

“Are you ready?” Remus asked, reaching out to run his thumb along Harry’s jaw.

“Yeah, should I take a jacket?”

“Yes, it’ll be cold later.”

Harry turned and grabbed his coat from the back of the chair in the corner. Remus stopped him when he was about to step from his room by pressing close. The man swooped down at kissed him and Harry wondered how he could continue to crave something even while he was receiving it.

“I just can’t keep myself from kissing you.” Remus muttered against his lips. Harry eyes opened and he could see that Remus’ were still closed. “I’m going to be touching you all the time.” he added apologetically, as if he felt as if he were putting Harry out by staying close. The teenager shook his head, his nose brushing against Remus’.

“I don’t mind.” He said quietly, “I feel like I should but I don’t. I’ve never wanted anyone to touch me as much as I want you and Sirius too.”

Remus smiled, as if he had never heard anything as wonderful what Harry had just said. He leant back a little, looking down at his young mate and taking a strand of his hair between his fingers. His eyes moved to look behind Harry, searching around the room behind the boy. “Would you move into our bedroom?” he asked, “Or is that a little too soon, I’ve wanted you for so long that I forget that you need time to get used to all of this.”

“I would like to, for some reason I don’t see the point of us having separate bedrooms. And I want to sleep between you two.”

Remus opened his mouth to say something when Sirius jumped in first from his place in the doorway of his own bedroom. “We should get going, it’ll be really busy if we wait much longer.” He was wearing dark jeans and a black shirt that had the top three buttons undone, his shoes were his usual boots but somehow he looked smart enough as well as looking dashing.

“Come on then.” Remus grabbed Harry’s hand, “We’ll meet you there.”

Sirius was gone in a second, leaving just the loud crack of disapparation behind. Harry blinked one before he felt his own body shifting, everything he was separating and then reforming in another place.

He appeared again outside. The sky was grey, the silver of a summer evening and the air had a slight chill to it but nothing uncomfortable. They were standing on a street surrounded by colour and noise; restaurants and bars buzzing with people and even more men and woman walking down the road, chatting and laughing. Harry realised that they were all wizards, or at least mainly magical people, from the cloaks and the blatant use of magic. Harry gaped, wondering how this place could have been kept a secret from him. He stared through the glass front buildings at the fun within and knew that he’d have to come back with Blaise at some point.

“This is Wishing Bird Lane.” Sirius said, he reached for Harry’s hand but the boy shoved his own in his pockets and winced at the look that crossed the animagus’ face.

“It’s a busy place, Sirius. We don’t need people wondering why Harry’s holding your hand.” Remus said gently, placing a hand on his Husband’s shoulder.

“Sure.” Sirius said, shrugging.

“Where is this place?” Harry asked, his awe coming through in his voice.

“It’s still in London, just hidden from the muggles.” Remus informed, leading Harry down the street.

“It’s amazing.”

Sirius laughed, “Yeah, it’s a pretty nice place.” He came to a stop in front of a restaurant. It didn't have a window front like the others but rather black bricks and a dark oak double door with a huge golden knocker in the shape of an F. Above the door was the word Fame, scrawled in large golden script.

“Fame?”

“It’s pronounced fam-aye, it’s Latin for hunger.” Sirius said, taking hold of the knocker and bringing it down against the door in three loud thuds.

The door was pulled open soundlessly and a stunning woman stood in the doorway. She was tall and curvy, wearing a blood red dress that hugged her body in an almost sinful way. Her blonde hair cascaded down to her waist, frame a face so beautiful that it was obvious she wasn’t fully human. Harry would bet anything that she was Veela. When her ice blue eyes focussed on the three of them, her painted lips spread into a large smile, revealing perfectly white, straight teeth. Harry didn’t know how anyone could be so beautiful, the kindness in her eyes making her that much more magnificent.

“Sirius, Remus...it’s so nice to see you.” She held out her arms and both of the men took their turn to hug her. Immediately Harry’s gut wrenched but he forced himself to ignore it.

“And you Amaryllis, you look as beautiful as ever.” Remus commented as he pulled back, his hands lingering on Amaryllis’ arms. “Do you by any chance have a table for three?”

Amaryllis beamed, nodding her head, “Anything for my favourite wolf and his mate.” she gave Sirius a wink and then her gaze turned to Harry and she froze. Harry frowned before thinking better of it and letting his expression smooth into blankness. “Oh my.” Amaryllis murmured, “Mr. Potter, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” She said, stepping towards him and holding out her hand.

Harry took it, her skin soft and cool against his, he raised her hand to his lips and placed the briefest of touches against her knuckles. She giggled delightfully, the sound like the chime of bells. Harry let her hand go, “It’s nice to meet you.” He said, even though it wasn’t the full truth. The way her eyes flashed told him that she saw right through him and that his politeness amused her somewhat.

“Thank you.” She said. The words held such a force that Harry was struck dumb. “Me and mine wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for your courage and selflessness. I owe you everything, Harry Potter, please never hesitate to call on me for assistance.”

“I...” he gave a sharp nod, “I’ll keep that in mind.” He said and she smiled at him again before taking him by the hand. “Come, I have a perfect table.” she turned and pulled him into the restaurant, briefly touching Remus’ shoulder and saying, “Lucky wolf you.”

Inside, the restaurant was amazing and so obviously expensive. The walls a gleaming white, decorated with canvases portraying different magical beings. The floor and the tables were a rich mahogany and the lighting was rather dim, accentuated by the flickering oranges flames of the candles on each table. Everyone seated at the tables tucking into food that looked and smelt amazing were obviously well off. Amaryllis walked them through the room, taking long confident strides until they reached one of four sections of the wall that was covered by a red, velvet curtain. She pulled it back sharply, revealing a booth built into the wall, the seat a continuous curve of black leather around a half-circle table. Again there was a candle lit in the middle of it and Harry saw that the wax wasn’t burning down at all.

“Please take a seat. I’ll sent Saber over to take your order.” Amaryllis gave them all a menu and once they were all seated she said, “I hope you enjoy.” And closed the curtain, leaving the three males alone, unable to see or even hear the other customers.

“Wow.” Harry muttered to himself.

“Lovely isn’t it.” Remus said, “Amaryllis set this all up just after the war, the food is to die for.” he opened up his menu and scanned it.

“What is she?” Harry asked quietly, as if she would hear him.

“A Veela.” Sirius opened up Harry’s menu and placed it in front of him, “Pureblood. Here, choose whatever you want.”

Harry scanned the neat script, his eyes widening at every mouth-watering dish, he looked at the prices and gulped. He’d never eaten food this expensive, at least not that he was aware of. “How do you know her?” he asked, looking towards Sirius.

“We met her during the war, she was on the run from Voldemort with others of her kind. She leads a Veela clan here in London.”

“She’s beautiful.” He didn't know why he said it, but he had a feeling it was because he wanted to gauge their reactions. If they agreed easily, he’d feel like he had some competition, even though it was ridiculous.

Sirius’ eyes narrowed and Remus lifted his gaze from his menu to fix it on the youngest of the three. Sirius reached out and gripped Harry’s wrist. “You think so?” he asked, his voice tense.

Harry stared at him and licked his lips nervously, “Well she is.” He sighed.

“Do you want her?” Sirius asked, scooting closer.

Remus put down his menu and sent his bonded a look, “Sirius, stop, Harry was just stating a fact. Amaryllis is beautiful, all Veela are.” He turned to Harry, “We don’t want her, we never have. We don’t even feel her allure, even when she’s doing it on purpose.”

“You were jealous.” Sirius grinned, his eyes flashing happily. “There’s no need to be jealous babe.”

Harry glared at his menu, “I’m not.” He muttered, trying to decide on what starter to have, they all sounded so delicious. Sirius’ laughter filled his ears and he sighed again. He was not jealous! He didn't get jealous, not even when Dean Thomas had flirted with Ginny.

The curtain slid open and a boy that looked around Harry’s age stood there, dressing in a tux with a notepad in hand. Another Veela, by the look of his stunning face and cropped platinum hair.

“Your drinks Sirs?” His voice was smooth and held an accent that Harry couldn’t place.

“A bottle of Château La Conseillante please Saber.” Remus said, “and I think we’re ready to order.” He looked to the other two and they nodded in agreement before taking turns to order their meals. Harry chose the scallops to start and duck confit with garlic potatoes for his main. Saber took their menus and left with a polite nod, closing them in again.

The was a moment of quiet before Sirius broke it, “So, do you have any plans for the week?”

“I’m going to the Malfoy ball with Blaise.” Harry said, only just remembering it. “Not that I want too.” he added although he was smiling still. A fresh thought flashed through his mind and he wondered what he was going to tell Blaise about this progression in his crush that had come so suddenly. It was only yesterday that he had said he wasn’t going to confess and now, a full moon later, and he was on a date with them. Had kissed both of them. Blaise was going to be proud of him, he knew that, but he also didn't want to hurt his friend, as much as Blaise knew that nothing more was going to happen, Harry still felt guilty about it.

A tension fell over the three of them and Remus cocked his head suddenly, his eyes flashing as if something was going through his mind. He frowned. “You and Blaise are friends, yes?”

Harry nodded, “Yeah.”

“Good friends?” Sirius asked as Saber came back with a bottle of wine and poured three glasses before leaving again.

“Yes, we’re pretty good friends. He’s a decent guy considering he’s a Slytherin.” Harry joked.

“So when is this ball?” Remus quirked a brow in query.

“Friday.”

“It’s it a late one?”

Harry shrugged, “Not sure.” He took a sip of his wine, feeling the liquid run down his throat and setting warmly in his belly. He hadn’t had much wine before but he liked this one. “Blaise just needs a date and he needs someone who isn’t like those suck up purebloods.”

“Date?” Sirius deadpanned, blinking at Harry with an expressionless face. The teen froze, feeling as though he was about to put his foot in it, or maybe he already had.

“Well, you know, just a friendly thing but I’m his plus one I suppose.”

Remus reached out and covered Harry’s hand with his own, giving it a squeeze. “Just be careful, Harry.”

The boy frowned, pulling his hand away, “I’ll be fine.” He snapped, slightly annoyed. What did they think Blaise would do to him?

Putting his hand up in defence, Remus said, “There are going to be a lot of people there who will want a piece of you. A lot of purebloods who will want your attention. Just be wary of them.”

Harry dropped his scowl and sighed, “I’ll be fine.” He repeated, “Blaise will make sure of it.” he knew it was the wrong thing to say as soon as Remus’ eyes flashed golden.

“I’m sure he will.”

Their starters came then and they ate in relative silence, commenting now and then on how good the food was. Harry was amazed by the scallops, they were tender and juicy and had flavour that caressed his tongue. They each tried a bit of each other’s food, Sirius and Remus feeding him from their forks, their eyes trained on the way his mouth slid over the utensil. He didn't miss the heat in their stares, couldn’t miss it, and it still made his skin flush. He was looking forward to not blushing every time they looked at him like that.

“Does being with us make you nervous?” Sirius asked him when they was halfway through their main courses.

Harry paused, fork halfway to his mouth, and looked at the man. “What do you mean?”

“You said that you hadn’t thought of being with a man before us, right?” Remus said gently as if approaching a sensitive subject, which Harry supposed he was.

The boy rested his fork back on his plate and gave a small cough, “No, never before I moved in with you two.” He admitted.

Sirius shifted, swallowing some of his steak. “So does it feel...weird?”

“Yes and no.” Harry leant back in the seat, “It’s more weird that I don’t feel as nervous as I think I should. Maybe it’s because we’re supposed to be together, but I accept what I feel for you and it didn’t take me very long. I think I came to terms with it while I was denying it, even though that doesn’t make much sense.”

“It does to us.” Remus said, he made a sound, as if he wanted to say more but stopped short and then regained his courage to say, “What about the relationship part?”

Harry looked back and forth between the two men and shrugged, “I suppose it still doesn’t feel too real. I kinda feel like...well you two know so much about each other and you’ve been together so long. I just...”

Sirius frowned, “We have time for that Harry, we’ll learn more about each other every day, you have nothing to worry about there.” He looked at his husband, who was nodding along.

“He’s right. Please don’t feel like you’ve intruded on something, you haven’t, we want this more than you can imagine. Being with two people instead of one will take some getting used to for all of us.”

“I know. I just never thought that three people would work well.”

“It does. I’ll get you a book on triad couples, that’ll ease your worries.”

Harry laughed then, “Is there a book on everything?” he asked.

Sirius smirked, “Remus here hasn’t stopped reading since he was eleven, there has to be books on everything just to keep him going.”

“Since I was seven actually.” Remus corrected, though he was looking amused. He placed his hand on the back of Harry’s head, smoothing down the unruly hair, “I’ll get you that book when we get home tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

Sirius huffed, “There you go ruining the surprise.”

“I haven’t ruined anything.” Remus rolled his eyes, “We’re not going to be going home tonight. There is something we want to show you.” And with that he turned back to his dinner and the two other males did the same.

Harry’s curiosity was getting the better of him and throughout the rest of his main and even the gorgeous chocolate fondant he had for desert, he wondered about where they were going to go. He prayed that it was nowhere that would test his restraint even more because he really wasn’t sure how long he was going to last with all the temptation. When the bill came, Harry tried to pay his way, mainly because he felt like a completely girl having his dates pay for him, but they didn't let him.

“This is us taking you out, Harry.” Sirius said as he pushed Harry’s hand away when the boy when to put his card on top of the receipt, “You don’t pay.”

He didn't argue because he was too excited about where they were heading too. They were led out by Amaryllis who gushed at them about coming to visit her clan at their home. Remus took her up on the invitation and Harry mentally grumbled at the thought of his werewolf being in the Veela’s home, surrounded by beautiful creatures.

The air kissed Harry’s cheeks when he stepped outside, chilling him. The street was still busy and Harry knew why. He would be visiting this place a lot now that he knew of it and he made a note to take Remus and Sirius out to a different place in this lane, somewhere that they hadn’t been before so that they could share something new together.

“Take my hand.” Sirius said quickly as Remus reached out for Harry. The animagus glared at him, “You did it last time.” he near growled. Harry raised his eyebrows in a silent ‘hey!’ and Sirius shrugged, “what? He did.”

“I’ll meet you there.” Remus said before disappearing.

“Where are we going?” Harry asked.

Sirius slung an arm around his shoulder when Harry didn't take his hand and pulling him tight against his body. “It’s a secret.” He said with a wink before disapparating, taking Harry along with him.

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The wind nearly blew Harry over when they landed, his feet sinking into the ground slightly. The air was scented heavily with salt and the whoosh of water told him they were near the sea. He opened his eyes, having not realised they were closed, and took in the beach on which they stood. There was no artificial light, just the light from the moon and the stars, washing everything in white. It illuminated the water and the moon’s reflection shimmered on its surface, large and round. Harry turned in a circle, seeing the sheer face of a cliff and sharp-looking rocks that poked out of the water. Looking down he saw the sand beneath his feet and had the sudden urge to feel it against his toes, so he bent down and yanked off his shoes and socks, placing his feet back down gently.

“Whoa.” The sand was freezing, sending chills all the way up his body, but he wiggled his toes, feeling the grains loosen under the pressure and slip between them. He giggled then, in a lot less masculine manner than he would have liked.

“You like it?” Remus asked from beside him, watching Harry with a serene look on his face. Sirius was next to him, holding his husband’s hand, smiling at their other mate.

Harry nodded, “I love it.” he said, twirling in a circle and sucking in breath after breath of cold, salty air. He stopped moving and closed his eyes again, tilting his head up to the sky. He listened and listened, hearing only the sound of waves crashing against the shore. When he opened his eyes again, the two men were closer to him and he couldn’t stop himself from launching at them.

Remus took the brunt of the attack as Harry threw his arms around the man’s neck, his legs around his hips, but still Remus laughed deeply and held on tight. Harry buried his face in the man’s neck and inhaled, moaning happily at the scent of his wolf. When Sirius cleared his throat impatiently beside them, Harry beamed and jumped down, turned to hug the animagus just as fiercely.

“Thank you.” Harry said when he stepped away. “Thank you.”

Sirius ran his fingers through the teens hair, “No need to thank us babe.”

“Where are we?”

“Gunwalloe in Cornwall.” Remus looked towards the sea, his nostrils flaring. The moonlight shone on his face, like it had last night, as though it was drawn to him. His very own spotlight. “We have a cottage here.”

“Which is where we’re staying tonight.” Sirius said, “We’ll eat breakfast down here tomorrow morning before going home if you like.”

Harry wanted that very much, “That would be great.” He said before a yawn took him in its clutches. He covered his mouth with his hand.

“The cottage is up there.” Sirius pointed to the top of the cliff. “But there is no access to this section of the beach so we’ll have to disapparated again.”

“So this is all yours?” Harry gaped, looking out over the water.

“Not officially, but no one else could get here, unless they swam.”

“Wow.”

Harry side-alonged with Sirius again and found himself standing in front of a chocolate box cottage with grey stone walls and a thatched roof. It looked like something he imagined snow white to live in. Something out of a fairytale. Inside was just as quaint and every room he entered he fell in love with. He was lead to a bedroom that had a four-poster bed that took up most of the room. It was as large as their bed at home and Harry wondered whether they had thought of him when buying it, making sure it was big enough for when this time came.

They undressed him slowly, as if trying to savour every minute. Harry gulped anxiously as their hand’s slipped over his skin and knew that they couldn’t miss the fact that their touch turned him on, he was standing in only his boxer-briefs with a hard-on after all. He took a shuddering breath when Remus’ knuckled skimmed his chest as the man pulled his own blazer off. They were so close that every moment resulted in contact and by the time they were all down to their boxers, Harry’s blood had warmed so much that he thought he might explode. Both of the other men were just as excited as he was and the sight of their material clad cocks had Harry quaking with need.

“Don’t worry.” Remus spoke quietly, his fingers stroking Harry’s throat, he leaned in, “We’re just going to sleep.” As soon as he said it Harry let out a long breath of relief.

“We wouldn’t push you Harry.” Sirius added as he moved closer.

“Thank you.” Harry whispered, “I just need time.”

“We understand.” Remus said, he leant in and kissed the teenager, brushing their lips together softly. Sirius kissed him on the throat before they both led him to the bed, letting him slip in between them under the covers. Harry turned on his side, snuggling down as Sirius plastered himself against his back and Remus pressed against his front. There was one hand on his chest and another on his hip and he was surrounded by heat. He closed his eyes, a smile curving his lips.

“Night.” he murmured, curling his hand into a fist against Remus’ chest.

“Night babe.” Sirius spoke against the back of Harry’s neck before pressing a kiss to the skin there.

Remus rubbed his cheek gently against his youngest mate’s, “Night my little mate.” he said, his euphoria at being able to say those words apparent in his voice.
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