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Patria Potestas: Blood Ties	By : JBankai89 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Sirius Views: 17608 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter, I gain nothing from this but a way to pass the time.

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Chapter Twelve – Beginning to an End
8^th April, 2005

The pair reappeared on the edge of the property of their new home, and Harry felt his stomach clench at the sight of it. His hands, which had been lightly resting against Sirius's shoulders, clenched into fists, the white fabric bunching in between his fingers and cushioned his nails, which kept them from digging deep indents into his palms. The move helped to conceal his minor trembling, and as though sensing his nervousness, Sirius tightened his hold on him.

Sirius stood there holding onto Harry in complete silence for close to a full minute before he untangled himself from him. With one palm pressed into the small of Harry's back, Sirius gently led him up the winding path and into their little cottage. Its interior was so different from the last time Harry had seen it, and it was almost as though it was a completely different house, and not the one that he had seen a mere handful of months before.

Sheepskin rugs now covered the cold stone floor, a collection of armchairs and a sofa circled a coffee table before the fireplace, including, Harry noted, his favourite armchair from his flat. The mantelpiece was adorned with framed photographs—Harry and his friends, his parents, his parents with Sirius, and about half a dozen of little Teddy over the years. A credenza and maple table filled the dining room space, it big enough to comfortably seat at least six people, though at the moment it was overflowing with wrapped gifts. From what Harry could see of the kitchen, it had been fully stocked, which included a number of enormous wrapped parcels on the counters, and Harry was absolutely certain that they were food packages that Molly Weasley had sent them over.

“Wedding gifts,” Sirius explained as he nodded towards the table, his hand still at Harry's back. Harry shivered; he could feel Sirius's fingers lightly trailing along his spine, clearly in a move that he seemed to think was comforting, but it did little more than heighten Harry's nervousness. Sirius's hand slid further up Harry's back to rest on his shoulder, coaxed him to turn slightly, and brushed Harry's lips lightly with his own.

“I know you're nervous, Harry,” Sirius began when he'd pulled back a little, “and I thought...well, maybe we should, er, go straight to it?” Sirius winced at the phrasing as he continued, “I just don't want you working yourself into a state. Of course, if you want to wait a little longer, we can—”

“—no,” Harry interrupted, and also winced at the shaking quality of his voice. “I—I agree, it might be best to, er, get it out of the way. It's not against you, I mean, it's sort of my first time, so I'm a little nervous.”

Sirius chuckled, though Harry understood that it wasn't at his expense. He was well-aware that a little was a huge understatement—if his near-constant trembling was anything to go by. Sirius's hand moved to Harry's cheek, and traced the line of his jaw with his fingertips. He studied Harry's face intently, then bowed forward to kiss him gently.

“I know you're nervous, Harry, but you have no need to be,” Sirius repeated, then kissing him again before he added, “I meant what I've said over and over throughout all this: I will make it good for you. I want you to be happy with me, not miserable. I will do all that I can to keep my promise to you.”

“I—I know, Sirius,” Harry replied in the same soft tone of voice, “and I don't mean to make this harder, or—or make you feel bad, I just—” Sirius cut off Harry's rambling explanations with another kiss, this one a little deeper, his lips massaging over Harry's, catching his bottom lip between Sirius's, and holding him in a gentle, but firm embrace, like he was the most precious thing in the world.

“Come on,” Sirius murmured, his tone a little hoarse as he dropped his arms to take one of Harry's hands, and he gave it a small tug.

Feeling a little dazed, Harry followed after him without a word.

Inside the master bedroom, once bare, it now contained a large king-sized bed and a headboard made of some sort of attractive dark wood. The curtains were open and soft evening spring light filtered in and danced across the dark blue duvet. The other furniture in the room—the matching night tables, the writing desk, and the wardrobe all seemed to be made of the same kind of wood, and the whole design and arrangement was very attractive, and looked almost like something straight out of a home décor magazine.

It was not the furniture that drew Harry's gaze however, but the items that rested innocently upon the night table closest to the door.

A bottle of champagne, the outside of it frosted as though under some sort of chilling charm, two empty flutes, and two small, tinted glass bottles. Even from where he stood, Harry could see the labels, indicating them to be scented oils and lubricant.

Harry hadn't even realized that he'd stopped dead in his tracks until Sirius's voice drew him from his stupor.

“It's all right, Harry,” Sirius murmured, “I won't do anything you don't want me to, and I swear that I won't hurt you.” Sirius gently coaxed Harry farther into the room as he spoke, and after the first two staggering steps, Harry followed Sirius's lead into the room willingly, and tried to not let it show just how nervous he was, though there was little he could do about his trembling hands.

Sirius sat Harry down, and Harry was surprised to see an edging nervousness in the older man's eyes. The sight of it, the knowledge that Harry was not alone in his apprehensive feelings about what was about to happen, all of it made him feel marginally calmer.

Sirius pulled back to open the bottle of champagne, and manually filled the flutes. He pressed one of them into Harry's hands, and the flute, which was pleasantly cool, felt almost ice-cold against his hot skin.

“To...” Sirius paused as he lifted his own flute, and looked over to Harry.

“...To Hermione and Andromeda, for putting their entire lives on hold to help us get through this.”

“I'll drink to that,” Sirius replied, grinning a little, and they clinked their glasses together.

They drank in silence, Sirius's free hand casually resting atop Harry's thigh, while Harry did his best to keep from chugging the drink. While part of him felt like being a little tipsy might make it easier to get through this, but the larger rational part of him knew that that would be a terrible idea. Instead, he sipped it, doing his best to draw out the moment for as long as he could without it becoming glaringly obvious that he was stalling.

The bottom of the glass came too soon for Harry, and he set it down next to Sirius's. He turned back to the older man, and his stomach gave a funny sort of jolt when he realized that he was looking at his husband. It was strange to him how the realization had hit him so suddenly, as it hadn't at the wedding itself, but Harry had no idea how to articulate what he was feeling, or indeed know himself what exactly he was feeling.

A hand at Harry's cheek drew him from his thoughts, and he turned to gaze at Sirius, who was watching him him with a sad sort of smile on his face. His callused thumb brushed against his cheek soothingly, and Harry eyes fluttered shut as he tried to calm his racing heart. A pair of lips brushed over his own, and Harry found himself caught between nervousness and a strange sort of calm at the sensation.

“It's just us, Harry,” Sirius whispered softly, “no more chaperones, no more expectations, just us.”

“Just us,” Harry echoed, and his eyes opened again to look up at Sirius, while his bottom lip caught between his teeth. In that moment, Harry felt very small, childlike almost when he thought of what was about to happen, and how his own experiences did not even come close to Sirius's (if the way he kissed was anything to go by). Despite his fear at what was about to happen, at the same time, another, smaller part of his mind held a different sort of fear—the fear of disappointing Sirius.

“There's no one here to please but ourselves,” Sirius continued in the same tone, “no right or wrong way to do anything, you understand?” Harry nodded stiffly; he understood, but he was still unable to completely quell his fear at what was to come.

“You're too tense, Harry,” Sirius said softly, his opposite hand trailing up Harry's arm, making him shiver. “I don't want to hurt you. I want you to enjoy this.”

I don't know if I can, Harry thought with a slight frown, but just barely managed to keep himself from speaking it aloud. He'd done enough damage already, as far as Harry was concerned, and he knew that Sirius was trying. Unfortunately, that knowledge wasn't exactly enough to calm his nerves completely.

Sirius leant in again, not waiting for Harry to answer, and kissed him gently.

“Take your shirt off,” Sirius whispered, “just your shirt. Then I want you to lie down on your stomach, all right?”

“W-what are you going to do?” Harry asked, but his trembling fingers had already moved to the buttons of his outer robe and began to unfasten them.

“I'm going to give you a massage, that's all,” Sirius replied simply as he leant back to watch Harry work at the buttons. It was difficult to miss the clear bulge in the front of Sirius's trousers, reminding Harry that on some level Sirius did want this, which was a little bizarre for Harry to contemplate. Sirius made no allusion to it however, and acted as though he had all the time in the world to wait.

It felt to Harry as though it had taken several minutes to free the buttons of their confines, thanks in no small part to the way his fingers continued to shake. After he'd shrugged off the outer robe, Sirius took it from him and draped it over the writing desk's chair before he moved back to Harry.

When Sirius returned to his side, Harry began on the buttons on his cuffs of his shirt and the ones down his front. More haltingly this time, Harry peeled the garment off and tossed it aside, and dizzy with nervousness, Harry lay down upon the bed.

Harry pillowed his head on his arms, and tensed involuntarily when Sirius reached down to pluck his glasses off his face. He didn't move, but listened to the soft sounds of Sirius setting them down on the side table, and picking something else up.

Sirius pressed a soft kiss between Harry's shoulder blades and his breath hitched, but the older man did not speak as he shifted behind Harry, and he pressed his knees down on either side of Harry's hips. As something slick trickled along his spine, Harry gasped again, though this time from the temperature of the oil itself.

“C-Cold...” Harry mumbled, and shivered as Sirius's large hands descended upon him and began to work it into his skin.

“It'll heat up,” Sirius replied softly, “just relax. Don't think, Harry, just feel.”

Harry nodded a little as he closed his eyes, and tried to focus on the feeling of Sirius's hands, the scent of the oil he was using—he could smell vanilla, basil, and lavender—and just how good it all felt. He had clearly done this before, and Harry was amazed at how Sirius had rendered him into a pile of jelly so quickly and so easily.

Sirius's hands started at Harry's shoulders, and very gradually worked their way down his back. He stopped just shy of the waistband of his trousers, clearly not missing the way Harry had tensed as he approached it, and worked his way back up his spine, adding a little more oil as he rubbed his shoulders and upper arms, then tried again.

Harry felt a little dazed from Sirius's expert ministrations, and somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that things needed to progress tonight, but he still couldn't bring himself to come to terms with what that meant. Sirius's hands approached the small of his back again, and Harry willed himself to relax. Sirius seemed to take this for consent, and his hands slipped under the waistband of his trousers.

He gasped, shocked by the intimate touch, but this time, Sirius didn't stop.

“Shh, shh, Harry,” Sirius murmured, his hands very gently kneading his tense muscles, “Harry, it's all right, just relax.”

Harry let out a low whimper, his body, which had been utterly relaxed and pliant mere seconds before, was now stiff as a board. He breathed slowly, but his mental reminders that Sirius wouldn't hurt him on purpose, paired with his breathing exercises, did little to help him calm down. Sirius's hands stilled, and he slid them out of Harry's trousers to gently rub at his back one-handed, while the other braced against the mattress as he leant forward, blanketing Harry's body with his own, and offered him a gentle, tender kiss.

“I won't hurt you, Harry,” Sirius murmured for what was likely the hundredth time, but his tone carried no irritation for repeating himself, “I'd never intentionally hurt you, I swear it. I know you're nervous, but if you're tense it will hurt. Try and relax, all right?”

“A-all right,” Harry replied softly, and rotated his shoulders a little in an effort to loosen the newly taut muscles. He buried his face in his arms and breathed deeply as Sirius backed up a little and went back to work. He interspersed the gentle rubdown with light kisses to his shoulders and spine, and this time when Sirius's hands dipped below Harry's waistband, he managed to keep himself calm. He was still very nervous—it wouldn't be much of a stretch to say that he was terrified, but focusing solely on the physicality of it, and not who it was, or what was about to transpire seemed to be helping.

Sirius rubbed and squeezed his buttocks, never dipping lower, but merely getting Harry used to the sensation. As he did so, he began to slowly inch off Harry's trousers and pants, and Harry lifted his hips a little to help him along.

“That's it,” Sirius breathed, and pressed a soft kiss to the centre of Harry's spine, “just feel, Harry...”

Harry heard the distinct rustle of his trousers being discarded, though the sound of them hitting the floor seemed to be significantly heavier than it should have been.

When Sirius next leant over him, Harry understood why.

Bare skin brushed bare skin, and Harry shivered a little as he struggled to keep himself relaxed. Sirius pressed a soft kiss to the nape of his neck, and with one hand keeping himself balanced, the other he used to gently turn Harry's head, and he caught the younger man's lips in a warm kiss.

Harry could feel the heat behind it, and the desire, but he could also feel the tenderness in which Sirius had conducted himself so far that evening. Going at a tortoise's pace, easing Harry into intimate contact very slowly—Harry deeply appreciated it, and that, more than anything else, was helping him feel better about what was to come.

He shifted and turned to fully face Sirius, while the older man drew him closer as their kisses grew in their intensity. Somewhat haltingly, Harry parted his lips and extended his tongue as Sirius mirrored him, one hand still cradling Harry's cheek, while the other gently ran up and down his back. Harry felt a little strange about being completely bare in front of Sirius, especially since, now that he'd turned over, he could see that Sirius had yet to discard his own trousers, and lay next to Harry without a shirt on.

It was hardly the first time Harry had seen Sirius's bare chest, but given what was about to happen, the sight of it seemed to carry more weight. It didn't help that the older man was almost sinfully good-looking, and it both attracted and unnerved Harry all at once.

Sirius broke the kiss and stared down intently at Harry. He studied his face, his thumb brushing along Harry's cheekbone, while Harry's hands he had lifted to curl up against Sirius's chest, uncertain what to do with them, or where to rest them.

“All right?” he murmured, and Harry nodded, feeling rather flushed.

“I—yeah,” Harry replied, nodding again. At the last moment, he'd realized that he didn't need to say that he was still a little nervous. He was certain that Sirius could sense it.

“Sirius,” Harry tried again, his heart pounding hard in his chest, “I—I don't want you to e-expect too much from tonight, I mean...I don't want to disapp—” his stuttering explanation was ground to a sudden halt when Sirius kissed him, effectively cutting off his words.

“Nothing with you is ever a disappointment,” Sirius whispered, “there's nothing you could do that would make me feel like I am settling, or living a half life with you. Harry...I...you make me feel...more than I ever thought I could feel.” Sirius kissed him again, and Harry returned the kiss with more verve than before. He shifted even closer to the older man, and his breath caught as Sirius's wayward hand moved from his back, across his hip, and gently cupped his half-hard cock.

“Sirius, I—” Harry began, but his words were cut off with another tender kiss.

“Just feel, Harry,” Sirius whispered as he began to gently massage the organ. Harry bowed his head forward with a soft groan, and his fingers dug into Sirius's chest while he pressed his forehead against his shoulder.

When Harry was fully hard, Sirius paused just long enough to trickle more oil onto his palm, then returned to slowly stroking Harry's cock, eliciting soft gasps and moans from him, his hips jerking awkwardly against Sirius's talented hand. Harry bit his bottom lip to stifle a whimper as Sirius squeezed his cock, and the small action was met with another kiss.

“No, no, Harry,” Sirius murmured said against his mouth, “let me hear you.”

Harry nodded weakly, and clutched at the older man, his breathing getting more and more ragged with every stroke. When he felt the pleasure begin to mount, Sirius's strokes slowed, but they didn't stop.

“Do you think you're ready, Harry?” Sirius murmured, and when Harry looked up, he could see the concern and longing in the man's gaze. Harry knew that it wasn't a trick question—if he didn't feel ready, he could still say no.

“Yes,” Harry whispered, nodding a little to back up his words. Sirius nodded and rested a hand against Harry's hip, beginning to turn him over, when Harry's hand shot out to stop him. “No, no,” he said quickly, eyes wide as he gazed up at Sirius. “When we do this, I want to see you. I—I don't want to hide from this anymore.”

Sirius's shock at Harry's words showed plainly upon his face, but it quickly shifted to a bright smile as he leant in to kiss Harry once in a soft, quick peck. He then reached for the bedside table to grab the lubricant and his wand, and the sight of the two items did not disturb Harry as much as they would have earlier in the evening, but his stomach did turn over a little as he watched Sirius's hands drop to the fastenings on his own trousers, and slowly popped them open.

Harry licked his lips unconsciously as he watched Sirius slowly pull down both the white trousers and his pants. Some of his earlier nervousness returned to him as he took in the sight of the older man's cock. It was cut, curved slightly, and of average length, but thick enough that Harry felt himself immediately tense a little. Sirius seemed to sense his resurgence of nervousness, and leant forward to kiss Harry again.

“Remember,” Sirius murmured, “if you're tense, it will hurt. Relax and feel.”

“Relax and feel,” Harry echoed, his voice a little breathy, “right.” Sirius smiled encouragingly, and picked up his wand.

“Now this might be a little uncomfortable, but it shouldn't hurt...” He said, then without any further forewarning he flicked his wand at Harry's arse, and he gasped sharply at the rushing, near-burning sensation that filled his rectum. “Cleansing Charm,” Sirius explained, and set aside his wand. Harry nodded a little, and eased back against the pillows as the older man gently began to coax Harry's thighs apart, and picked up the little jar that still rested on the bedspread.

Sirius slicked his pointer and middle fingers with the lubricant, and they shone in the low light of the rising moon. He adjusted Harry's position and parted his cheeks one-handed, then reached down to tease Harry's virgin entrance with his pointer finger. Harry gasped and tensed involuntarily, more out of surprise than anything else. A second later, he forced himself to relax again, and ever so slowly, the finger breached the tight ring of muscle.

Harry's back arched and another gasp escaped him. His hands dropped to the bedspread and he dug his blunt nails into the fabric, and immediately Sirius froze.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No,” Harry replied softly, his chest heaving a little, “just...it feels a little strange.”

“It'll get better, I promise,” Sirius said, and slid the digit in farther, stopping when he was in to the knuckle. He waited until Harry had relaxed a little, then added the second finger. It burned a little, but was a far cry from the pain that Harry had been expecting.

“Just relax and feel, Harry,” Sirius whispered again, repeating the words over and over almost like a chant, while he slid the two fingers in and out of him, scissoring them to adequately stretch him before he continued. Harry didn't hate the feeling, but he struggled to see how it could be pleasurable, either.

Sirius seemed to have deigned Harry sufficiently prepared, and withdrew his fingers. Harry opened his eyes and sat up a little to watch Sirius slick his own cock with the lubricant, then gasped sharply as Sirius took hold of Harry's legs and lifted them to rest his calves against his shoulders, which caused him to slip a little and fall back on the bedspread. Harry swallowed the last of his nervousness, jumbled together in his mind with his hazy arousal while Sirius positioned himself. He looked down at Harry, a confusing jumble of emotions registering in his eyes, and he leant forward to capture Harry's lips in a tender kiss as he ever so slowly began to slide forward into Harry's waiting hole.

Harry's breath escaped him as a sharp hiss at the sensation. Even with Sirius's careful preparation, it still hurt a little, and at his vocalization, Sirius slowed down a little. He kept himself balanced with one hand, the other moving to card through Harry's hair, stroke his cheek and throat, and all the while he continued to kiss him.

“It's all right, Harry,” Sirius whispered against his mouth, “just relax, that's it...” his own voice shook a little, though Harry suspected that that was from struggling to keep himself from thrusting forward more quickly, rather than nerves. Harry nodded a little, and arched up to kiss Sirius again as the older man continued to push forward very slowly.

At last, Sirius had sheathed himself fully inside Harry. The older man's breath escaped him as a shuddering gasp, and Harry, in turn, was panting harshly. Locked together like this, Harry had never felt so close to anyone in his life, and he understood at once why girls struggled to separate love and sex. To let someone into your body like this, it was beyond just physical, and once more, Harry found himself grateful that it was Sirius that the bloodline magic had fixated on, and not someone like Malfoy. Harry pulled back a little from their feverish kissing to look up at Sirius, and if the look he saw in his grey eyes were any indication, he seemed to be experiencing something similar.

Harry began to nod, consenting Sirius to move before the older man had even begun to ask. He seemed startled for a moment by Harry's ready permission, and Sirius leant forward to kiss Harry firmly before he drew out of him a little, then snapped his hips forward sharply.

Harry gasped, his body lurching back in time with Sirius's movement. It was nowhere near as painful as Harry had expected, but neither did it feel good. Sirius groaned as he reached down to grasp at Harry's hips, gripping him tightly as he drew out and thrust back in again. This time however, Sirius had adjusted his angle just so, and on the next thrust, Harry saw stars.

“Oh my fucking God,” Harry breathed, and above him, Sirius chuckled softly. He leant in to kiss Harry again, but offered up no explanation as he continued thrusting into him, Harry's whole body jerking minutely with each thrust, but he was so lost in pleasure that beyond Sirius's touch, the rest of the world seemed to have fallen away.

It went on for a very long time, but Harry never wanted it to stop.

Every time he felt himself getting close, Sirius would slow down or squeeze the base of Harry's cock to stave off his orgasm, and Harry would let out a whine of protest. Each cry was met with a soft chuckle, and Sirius would kiss Harry again as if in apology, and resumed his unforgiving pace.

Above him, Sirius was shining with sweat, panting hard, and whispered Harry's name like a prayer. In the full dark of night, Harry couldn't properly see Sirius any more, but that didn't matter—he could feel him.

At last, Sirius's steady thrusts became more erratic, and the sound of his grunts shifted to something closer to soft whimpers, and Sirius moved one of his hands from Harry's hips to his leaking cock, and stroked it in time with his own thrusts.

After being denied for so long, Harry did not last more than a pull or two of his cock before he came with a cry, painting his abdomen with semen. Sirius pounded Harry's arse harder and harder, then suddenly went very still, and Harry felt his hot seed fill his arse.

Sirius slumped forward, panting harshly, and he closed the distance between them again, kissing Harry lightly before he began to draw his softening cock out of the younger man's spent arse.

“That was...wow,” Harry whispered, still panting a little, though nowhere near as hard as Sirius was. He drew Harry to him, spooning the younger man against him, one arm wrapped around Harry's waist, while the other reached for the night table again, and Sirius flicked his wand at the pair of them. In an instant, the heavy smell of sex in the room began to dissipate, and Harry felt the sticky semen and sweat fade from his skin.

“Wow is right,” Sirius replied, and pecked a kiss to the back of Harry's neck. “You were amazing, Harry.”

“So were you,” Harry said, pressing his back more securely against Sirius's chest as Sirius drew the blanket over the pair of them. “I was...I've been...I mean, ever since all this started, this was the moment I was most nervous about, but...you made it good, like you promised. You made it...better than good.”

Sirius tightened his arm around Harry's waist, his hand splayed across his abdomen, and he ghosted a kiss against Harry's shoulder.

“I meant what I said, Harry. I don't want you miserable, or to feel like you're just settling. I want to make you happy.”

Harry had heard the words a dozen times before, but now that the deed had been done, Harry was able to fully believe them. He eased back into the embrace and closed his eyes, and at last began to feel that, despite everything, it really, truly, would be all right.

“I love you, Harry,” Sirius whispered suddenly, his hold on Harry tightening again, his breath tickling the back of Harry's shoulder and neck as he spoke.

“I...love you too,” Harry replied, and winced at how insincere he sounded. Behind him, Sirius chuckled.

“No, you don't,” he murmured, “but that's all right. Thank you for saying it.”

To Be Continued...
A/N: What a roller coaster this fic has been! This was probably the fic I've put the most work into research-wise, even though it's not as long as some of my other projects. I am incredibly thrilled and humbled by the reception it has gotten, especially since it's my first chaptered sirry fic. So thank you, a hundred times, thank you for all your comments, kudos, bookmarks, and enthusiasm! I was positively blown away by how you guys have been in the comments on every chapter of this fic and it's honestly left me speechless. I'll be taking a twoish-month hiatus to write the second and final part of this series: Patria Potestas: Bloodlines, and I do hope you guys will stick around for it.

Normally for a story of this length I would only take a one-month hiatus, but my personal/professional life has suddenly gotten hella busy, so I don't have as much time as I used to to write. BUT I am also writing a companion piece for this series, an as of yet untitled story from Sirius's POV, that will be going up in May(Bloodlines will still be from Harry's POV). So the schedule stands thus:

May 5^th: Companion Piece will be posted
June 2^nd: Bloodlines will begin posting.

See you all then!

xox
James
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