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Catching the Train	By : SpeedyTomato Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 88963 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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Chapter 11

Sirius was slightly concerned about this venture. It was the day Charlie and Bill were moving in. That would be something that wasn't that hard to deal with, honestly, as magic made moving a simple task. The issue came in that they were going to have a house full of people while this went on. There's where the concern lay. Molly and Arthur weren't a problem, of course, as they knew just what the situation was and handled it accordingly. Their way of doing that was treating Harry the same as they always had. Since this was where Bill and his daughter were coming to stay, Fleur was coming along as well, the same with the kid. Understandable and he had no issue with that. It would be expected, after all. Though Fleur could irk Harry to no end and even he found her hard to take at times, they knew what they were dealing with there then handled it accordingly. There were probably others coming along as well. This was something they'd taken on before when it came to going to the Burrow. After all, the place was always crowded. It was just the upset to the routine he and Harry had most times as well as that they were going to be in their home that had him slightly on edge. That they hadn't dealt with much and it tended to end up stressful for Harry.
Normally, his solution to such bits was to wear Harry out in a couple of ways so he was calmer, then hurry whatever along as fast as he could. He couldn't do that this time for various reasons, such as the time of day, him being unable to calculate how long everyone would be around, and other reasons. So, he was going for letting Harry sleep as long as he wanted, up to a point, and hope the extra rest would help. That and the normal behavior of reinforcing who was in charge with this. It should be enough, or so he hoped. Since he and Harry, both, had this under better control, it should.
Sliding into the bedroom, shutting the door softly behind him, he smiled when he saw Harry still out cold, sprawled, naked, spread-eagle on the bed on his stomach. Good. That meant Harry got plenty of rest. Oh, he would still be tired when he woke, as it usually took that long for his godson to fully get with it. That was fine, too. Unlike some, Harry wasn't the grumpy sort when he was getting it together, more like just out of it and didn't care much. Perfect.
Walking over and taking a seat on the edge of the bed, he ran his fingers through the tousled mop on the top of Harry's head. This was one of the side effects of that darkness in his godson; he slept more than most people. The darkness alone took its toll on Harry, feeding off his magic in some ways, tiring him out. That was compounded by the daily fight Harry put up against it, wearing him out more. So, he slept a lot because of it. That Sirius didn't care about and it actually gave him time alone that allowed him to tend to plenty he needed to do without having to worry about keeping an eye on his godson while he did. Besides, alone time was something everyone needed once in a while, no matter how much they adored their partner.
Grabbing the leash from where it was hooked on the headboard, he slipped the loop around his wrist, like normal, then gave it a tug, grinning at the mumble-y noises from Harry. Though he slept longer than normal, even on their days off, he still didn't wake easily, no matter what you did. Shaking his head, Sirius slid fully onto the bed and perched over the other wizard and kissed him on the shoulder. Saying Harry's name, he gave the leash another tug and waited. There were more mumble-y noises, but Harry started to stir with that, something that made Sirius grin. Finally, he said, “Come on, Harry, you need to wake up. We've only got an hour before we get invaded.” This was another part of his plan; wait until the last minute so Harry had to rush around, thus keeping him distracted when it came to being annoyed.
Finally coming to, Harry lifted his head and glanced over his shoulder at Sirius, squinting. “An hour? Did I hear that right?” He asked, voice still thick from sleep.
“You did,” Sirius confirmed, kissing him on the shoulder again. “I let you sleep as long as I could, but it's time to start hauling arse before they all get here.”
“Bloody wonderful,” Harry groaned, starting to shift around and sit up. When Sirius moved, he slid to the edge of the bed and sat up, wincing, as usual. Scrubbing a hand over his face, he said, “I need to get it in gear.”
“You do,” Sirius chuckled, patting him on the back. “Go get your shower and all that. Just be fast. I won't join you as we both know what will happen if I do. Brekky is ready for you, with tons of tea. Just hurry.”
Nodding at that, Harry stood with a groan and a wince. Sighing, he said, “You need to do the normal here or I'm going to end up walking funny and people will notice.”
“I'll tend to that while you shave. The same with getting rid of the marks. We can't leave those today or there'll be questions.” Sirius assured him.
“When I'm taking care of that bit, I'll call you,” Harry sighed, starting to trudge to the bathroom.
Shifting to Padfoot with an evil chuckle, Sirius then tackled Harry and pinned him to the ground, licking his face, making sure to slobber a lot.
“Bloody hell!” Harry sputtered, unable to help himself and laughing at it. “Sirius! If you want me to get this done, I need to start! Not end up pinned to the floor and slobbered on!”
Shifting back, still perched over his godson, Sirius looked down at him and grinned, watching Harry swipe at his face. “Gotcha!”
Shaking his head and moaning, Harry told him, exasperation in his voice, “You did. If you want me to get this done, I need to get up off the floor, Sirius!”
Laughing, Sirius said, “You do. I admit that.” However, he didn't let him up. Instead, he pinned his hands above his head and looked down at him, an evil grin on his face. Quietly, he said, “If you keep it under control today and don't let anyone set you off to where I have to use the leash to distract you, we'll have some special fun tonight.”
Shivering at that, something starting to stir, Harry asked, voice huskier, “What kind?”
“Do you know that neat hook you saw in the catalogs that you liked so much? The one that goes in your arse?” Seeing the wide-eyed Harry look at him, nodding, obviously interested, Sirius pressed on, “I got it today. It's in the playroom with a couple other neat new toys. You keep it under control, acting as normal as you can and we'll try that out. Understood?”
Shivering, Harry told him, voice uneven, “Understood.”
“If you do, I'll use the leash to play with you a little while everyone is here. You'll love that and we both know it. Just keep it under control, Harry, and we'll have a good time. Got me?” Sirius asked, knowing Harry would respond to this well and it would help.
“Yes, Sirius,” Harry panted, flesh rising at the thought of what would come if he acted as normal as he could manage. “I'll do it.”
“Good,” Sirius nodded, evil grin still on his face. “I want you to remember that from now on we're going to have two other people in the house. They won't know what we do up here, but they'll be here. Think of how exciting it'll be to play around without them knowing that we are. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Like when I play with your cock where no one can tell I am. We can do that a lot now. Just so you act normal.”
“I can do that,” Harry assured him, already loving the idea.
Leaning down, Sirius kissed him roughly, reaching up to tug on his tousled hair. “You're mine, Harry, all mine. Right?” He asked gruffly.
“All yours,” Harry agreed, panting heavily.
Leaning down and kissing Harry, softly this time, Sirius then stood and helped him up. “Go get your shower and that. When you start shaving, give a shout and I'll come tend to the other bits.” Giving his godson a pat on the back, he soothed, “Remember, this will go fine, nothing to worry about. We'll have more bodies in the house than we're used to, but it's nothing we can't handle. All we have to do is allow Molly and Fleur to do their usual fussing over you to tell you how thin you are then we can move on.”
Chuckling at that, knowing it was true and what they would do, Harry nodded. Leaning forward he gave Sirius a kiss then wandered towards the bathroom, scratching his bare stomach as he did.
That went just how Sirius wanted and he was damned sure that Harry would keep it under control, what with the bits he mentioned. What they needed. Eying the marks on his godson from their play session the night before, he decided that he would just hide them rather than do the standard healing spells. After all, that was not only something Harry liked having, but it would distract him. The more he managed that, the better off they were going to be when it came to tackling this.

Seated at the kitchen table with a tired looking Charlie and Bill, Sirius chuckled, “Well, they finally cleared out.”
“They did,” Bill nodded. “I figured it would be a big deal. Thankfully mum didn't decide we needed fed and left the meal up to Kreacher.”
Looking around and taking a listen, Charlie grinned, “Silence! Blessed silence! We haven't heard that in forever!”
Chuckling at that, Harry shook his head. “I can see where the traffic at the Burrow would make you mental. Not to mention the noise there.” He was at least fully awake now, but not having too many problems with it, especially since everyone had cleared out. Sirius didn't even need to distract him once as everyone was focused on moving whatever and looking around. A few that came with them hadn't seen the house since he and Sirius redid it, so they spent their time doing that, pleased with how they had redecorated.
“You have no idea,” Bill laughed, shaking his head. “Mum loves having the kids around. So does dad, for that matter, but after a while the constant noise is enough to get to you.” Glancing around the kitchen, he gave a pleased nod. This was great. Focusing on what else needed handled, he said, “You both mentioned something about the groceries and how to do that?”
“We've included that bit in with the rent, so no need to worry about covering it,” Sirius started. “How we're going to handle that is the sheet over by the larder.” He explained, pointing to where that was. “Just write down anything you need or want for the week there and it'll come in the normal deliveries. If you want a special meal for whatever, say something to Kreacher. He'll listen and sort accordingly. As you two are going to end up eating dinner just after we do breakfast, it shouldn't be an issue with conflicting meals. Even on our days off, unless there's something we have to handle during daylight hours, we tend to keep to the same schedule as normal. So, we probably will just meet each other in passing. Kreacher will keep it sorted out.” Grinning, he added, “And he won't be the problem he was in the past. He's loyal to Harry and whatever Harry tells him, he'll do. Since he's already covered it with the elf, you're good.”
“He's also going to take on cleaning your areas, doing laundry and all that,” Harry added after a sip of his tea. “If there's something you don't want him to touch or you have special instructions for whatever, let him know. He's promised to obey both of you.”
“I also talked to him about keeping watch over your daughter when she's here like he does Teddy. Not a problem there. He won't hover or interfere, but will grab someone if there's a problem.” Harry added.
“Your kiddo will be far easier to keep track of than Teddy the tornado,” Sirius added with a chuckle, shaking his head. “He runs all of us, including Kreacher, ragged.”
“He does mum, too,” Bill laughed. Sobering up, he asked, just to be clear, “You don't care about the decorating on our floor? I want to set something up for Victoire that's special, obviously.” He was pleased with that, though. His daughter was well behaved, but she was a child and children tended to get into things they shouldn't.
“Don't give a damn as long as it's reversible,” Sirius told him with a shake of his head. “I'd suggest my brother's old room as that's right across the hall from yours. If you want, call Kreacher, give him the instructions and he'll have at it. He did most of the rooms, actually.”
“That I might do.” Bill told him with a nod, pleased to have one less thing to worry about when it came to this. There was already plenty they had to work on to get it how they wanted.
“We did set it up so the library is open to all. Then sorted the books, so the dangerous ones are in their own section with a ward around them. That way you don't have to worry about her going in there and getting hurt. We even made sure that the ones for kids are in the front and on the lower shelves so they can get to them,” Harry added.
Smiling at that and nodding, Bill told them, honestly, “You two don't know how much we appreciate this. It's like Merlin sent on some of it.”
“It's not a problem,” Sirius told him truthfully. “I don't see that there'll be issues with most of it.” Grinning, he added, “We're just going to have to make sure of some bits on our end so we don't traumatize you by coming down to breakfast in our normal way. Everything else is set up so your area is yours and ours is ours.”
Shaking his head at that, Bill snorted, “We'll deal accordingly if you forget, don't worry.”
Sirius then went over the other bits, like the soundproofing they put up and whatnot, just so it was covered. Then he planned to let them have at it alone while he and Harry went to have some fun. He assumed that the two had plenty to do when it came to unpacking, getting it the way they wanted and all that, so they wouldn't take it badly.

Flopping on the huge bed in what was officially Bill's room, Charlie groaned softly. “Oh, this feels damned nice!” He observed, bouncing on it a little. They had just finished unpacking everything, getting it the way they wanted and all that. Then Bill had set Kreacher to decorating the room for Victoire. While they used magic for all of it, it still wore you out.
Propping himself up on his elbows, he watched as his brother came out of the bathroom they shared. Looking at him, grinning a bit, he said, “This is going to work out quite well. Better than we thought, honestly. I mean it's so quiet that it's almost unnerving. You can't hear the two above. We have a house elf, the run of most of the house, all we could ask for. That and we're left alone. No need to concern ourselves with mum, dad or various kids just barging into the room. No shouting to get our attention for something. Bloody hell, this is good!”
“I'm going to probably wake up several times a night for the next week thinking something is wrong as it's too quiet,” Bill laughed as he removed the towel slung around his hips and sent it to the hamper. Grabbing his boxers, he pulled them on then stood, running his fingers through his still wet hair. “We're not going to know how to handle it.”
“Nope!” Charlie seconded, eyes locked on what his brother was doing. Quietly, he added, “And it'll be the first time in what seems like forever we can actually sleep together again without the fear of someone walking in. That'll be damned nice.”
“It will,” Bill agreed with a nod as he dried his hair. Walking over and taking a seat on the edge of the bed by his brother, he grinned and bounced a little, “This is really comfortable!”
“Yup!” Charlie agreed, flopping back down with a contented groan. “We slept so long on our old beds that we forgot how comfortable a good mattress can feel.”
“That's the truth,” Bill snorted. Turning sideways, propping one leg fully up on the bed, he reached out and ran his hand over his brother's bare stomach. Charlie had finished his shower first, so they were done with that bit for the night. Though tired from all they did, he wanted to indulge as they hadn't had a real chance in some time.
Lifting his head and looking at Bill, Charlie then grinned. Reaching down, he grabbed Bill's hand and led it to his crotch. Oh, he wasn't hard yet, but figured he'd get there quickly. He was just thankful it wasn't around the full moon. Not only was his brother a bit more animalistic, something he really didn't mind and tended to enjoy immensely, but it tended to end up a quick rut type thing. That was fine once in a while, but the chance to finally be able to take their time was something he would enjoy.
Taking that as the hint it was meant to be, Bill gave his brother's stiffening cock a squeeze before starting to rub it through the soft fabric of Charlie's boxers. Shifting around and leaning forward, he kissed Charlie passionately, letting his tongue slip into his mouth as he did.
Putting a hand on the back of Bill's head, Charlie held him there while reaching down to rub Bill's cock the same way. This was wonderful. Letting his tongue slip into his brother's mouth, he moaned softly, cock mostly hard already from the touching. Groaning, he pressed his crotch up harder into Bill's hand, shivering.
Breaking off the kiss, Bill then looked down at his brother, panting. Grinning, he perched over him on all fours then began to lick and suck down his neck to his chest. After sucking on each of his nipples for a few moments, he let his tongue drag down the center of his chest and abs until he reached the waistband of his boxers. Stopping long enough to help his brother wiggle out of them, he then let his tongue continue its journey downwards until he reached the red thatch of pubic hair. Once there, he wrapped his hand around Charlie's hard cock and stroked it a couple of times before leaning down and licking the head, making sure his tongue dragged up and down the slit as he did. Tasting the tangy saltiness of the precum already starting to leak out, he then took the head in his mouth, sucking on it while his tongue ran around the ridge of it.
Moaning loudly, hands going down to Bill's head, fingers digging into his brother's long hair, Charlie tried to keep from bucking his hips upwards. That was fucking fantastic! Panting heavily, eyes going shut, his hips arched off the bed slightly, though he did manage to keep them still. “Fuck yes,” he moaned loudly.
Summoning the tube of lube from where he had stashed it in the bedside table, Bill lowered his mouth all the way down on Charlie's cock then began to bob it, tongue dragging roughly up and down the underside as he did. Though it took some fumbling, he managed to get the lid open on the lube and some dumped into one hand. Starting to hum as his mouth worked on Charlie's cock, moving faster, he slipped his hand between his brother's now spread legs and began to finger his tight arsehole, rubbing the lube around it. Humming louder, something that had his brother's hips bucking, he let one finger slide into that tight arse. Twisting it around and thrusting it, he buried it all the way in then began to fuck him with it as he sucked.
“Son of a bitch,” Charlie gasped, body going rigid at the feeling. Moaning loudly, body now beaded with sweat and flushed a bright red, he could hear the blood rushing in his ears as his cock throbbed in his brother's mouth. “Bill, please!” He moaned, knowing his brother would get what he was going for.
Slipping another finger into Charlie's arse, scissoring them to loosen it up faster, Bill stopped bobbing his head and just sucked, his tongue worrying against that spot on the underside where the head met the shaft, making Charlie actually dig his fingers in his scalp and start to gibber. Slipping in the third, not hearing anything but pleasurable moaning and words he couldn't make out from his brother, Bill figured that was good enough.
Letting Charlie's cock drop out of his mouth with a soft pop, Bill shifted around until he was on his knees between his brother's spread legs. Dumping lube on his own rock hard twitching cock, he rubbed it in with one hand while propping himself over Charlie with the other. When he had it slick, he put the head of it at Charlie's loosened arsehole then, with a moan, began to ease it in. Eyes going partially shut from the sensation of that tight arsehole surrounding his overly sensitive flesh, he moaned his brother's name loudly, trying to keep control and not slam into him in one thrust.
Reaching down to stroke his twitching cock, Charlie panted heavily. The burn was there, though not so intense it was highly painful, so he was waiting for it to subside. One hand above his head, clutching onto the sheets so tightly his knuckles were white, he tried to hold still and will the burn away so they could continue.
When he felt it go down to a level he could handle easily, he clenched his arse around his brothers cock then panted out, looking at Bill, “Fuck me.”
Nodding at that, Bill began thrusting. Rolling his hips, he buried his cock deep in Charlie's arse with each stroke, picking up speed as he did. Panting heavily, body flushed a deep red, his hair hanging in his face in wet snaggles, he groaned at the sensation of Charlie's arse. “Fuck yes,” he moaned, unable to help himself and thrusting harder as well.
Hand working on his cock, eyes locked on Bill, Charlie ground his arse on the cock in it, panting and grinning. Arching up at the sensations, bedding still fisted in the one hand, he panted out, “Harder, Bill! Fuck me harder!”
Both hands braced on the bed, Bill began to thrust harder and faster. Leaning down, he locked his mouth on Charlie's, kissing him passionately as he fucked him. Moaning into his brother's mouth, tongues dancing, he felt his whole body tingle as his balls throbbed. It had been too long since they had done this and it would end soon. He would just hold off until his brother finished before he did.
Stroking his cock faster, clenching his arse around the intruder in it, Charlie panted heavily, eyes locked on Bill. His body felt like it was on fire and his balls full and heavy. Groaning, grinding on Bill's cock, he moaned, “Gonna cum!” Then he slammed down on his brother's cock and came, splattering his stomach with it while he shook and whimpered as the sensations seemed to set his nerves on fire.
Feeling that tight arse clench down on his throbbing flesh then spasm around it, Bill threw his head back and moaned before coming himself. Burying his cock all the way in Charlie's arse, he ground his hips, panting heavily as he rode out his own orgasm, body pulsing from the sensations.

About midnight, Bill woke with a start and sat up slightly. Brow furrowed, not sure what was wrong, he listened to see if he could place whatever it was that jerked him awake. Hearing nothing but silence, he shook his head. Then he felt the bed shift and a thick arm drape over him. Now understanding, he smiled a little and flopped back down, curling up to Charlie. He wasn't used to this and it pulled him awake, nothing more.
Sighing contentedly, he curled up to his brother and held him, drifting back to sleep quickly.
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