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Catching the Train	By : SpeedyTomato Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 88961 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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With help from Lynn who works with me when it comes to flow, continuity and other issues.

Chapter 13

“Well, that was interesting,” Charlie chuckled as he tossed the book he skimmed through back to Bill. “I do admit that I now understand some of what we see from Harry and Sirius better after looking through that.” Now curious, he asked, “Where did you get that anyway?”
“A small Muggle bookstore not far from the Ministry,” Bill told him, settling into a chair by his brother and relaxing. “I popped in and picked up a few books as I wasn't going down Knockturn Alley to some of the stores there or getting them from the club.”
“I understand that completely,” Charlie chuckled, grinning a bit as he sipped at his beer. Then, eyebrow quirking, he asked, “Do I want to know why you picked them up or should I wait for the surprise?”
Bill wasn't sure how to answer that, honestly, as he didn't want his brother going slightly mental over it. Finally, with a sigh, he admitted, “I find some of it intriguing. It appeals to the more animalistic bit I'm dealing with.” Before Charlie could jump in, he added, “Not the straight BDSM stuff. Maybe the tying up, but not the hitting and such.”
A tad relieved over that, Charlie nodded. Then he quietly said, “I can see the interest in part, honestly. It does sound like a bit fun. While I didn't do more than a quick skim, it also sounds plenty complex.”
“From what we've seen at the club, it is,” Bill told him. “I'm now getting why Sirius hired some that know what they are doing to oversee that part of it. Not only is it to keep someone from getting really hurt, but because there are real rules to this, ones they take seriously and need followed. At least that's what I gathered from the little reading I was able to do.” Then he lowered his voice and added, “That collar Harry wears isn't just for show or symbolic from what I was able to pick up, it means something. Just not sure which bit it does mean, as we've not asked.”
“I know it means that Harry 'belongs' to Sirius and is symbolic for others to stay away, but I didn't know it meant more than that,” Charlie admitted, now curious himself. “Well, we've not seen the two do anything, obviously, and I doubt we want to, so not sure there.”
“Not sure if I would want to either, what with the marks we've seen on Harry,” Bill admitted. To him, seeing something like that would be akin to watching it happen to one of his siblings, not something he was sure he would handle well. “It goes beyond the 'mine' bit, though. I'm sure of it. It might also factor into some of the other things we see from them. Not sure on that either.”
Charlie gave a distracted nod as he picked the book back up and skimmed through it again. Pausing on pages that pertained to the bits they were talking about, he read through them quickly, brow furrowing as he did. “This is—well, it's odd, you have to admit that,” he said. “Thinking Harry and Sirius are into such areas is a tad mind warping.”
“So is knowing they own that club and probably like some of it,” Bill chuckled, shifting around in his chair. “Not our business, I get that, especially since they don't flaunt it, but it's curious.”
“It is,” Charlie told him softly as he read more. “Not sure why, though.” After putting the book down again, he stretched with a loud groan. “Seriously, Bill, if this is something you like, we're not going to get all of it out of a book, if you want to do more than just muck around.” That's where he paused. Once he thought it over, he asked, “How far do you want to go into this? Just playing a bit or more?” The answer would determine how they progressed. Some of it really didn't bother him, to be honest, and he found it erotic. If it was just a bit of play, they wouldn't need much to progress. Though he wasn't certain if he wanted to get any deeper into the scene than that.
“I don't know,” Bill told him with a shrug. That was the truth since he found it intriguing. To an extent, he was the dominant one and always had been. The animalistic instincts he was now dealing with were pushing it further than that. This was highly intriguing to him and he was curious about the whole scene, not just playing in it a little. At first, it would be just playing, of course, but if he took to it, he would want more, plenty more.
With a sigh, Charlie glanced at the book then to his brother. It was an intriguing idea, of course, one that could be a lot of fun, though he enjoyed just the straight sex. “Bill, we're not going to get more than the very basics, if they are even correct, from a Muggle book, you know that, right? I mean, you don't know how accurate that is anyway.”
“This is true,” Bill conceded with a short nod. All he had done was grab anything he could find on the topic, not asking for help or what someone might know. He might have done better going into a Muggle sex shop, but he didn't want to attempt that either. So, he wasn't sure how accurate anything was in what he grabbed. “It might give at least the basics.”
“Either that or have it all wrong,” Charlie told him softly with a shake of his head.
“I didn't see any other way to find anything,” Bill shrugged.
“Me either, honestly, short of asking Sirius and Harry,” Charlie chuckled while he slouched in his chair.
“That might not be a bad idea,” Bill told him softly after thinking it over. Before Charlie could say anything, he shook his head, “I don't mean couch it to where we're asking for ourselves, but more because of whatever we see in the club. We've asked about bits we don't understand before and they explained it. If we pop in here and there, we can do the same again. It isn't like they'll think it's about us, Charlie. This has gone on for years. Mum and dad never suspected, neither did anyone else. I'm sure they won't either. We just have to observe and ask. Nothing more.”
“That might work,” Charlie admitted after pondering it. “I mean, we've gone in plenty of times. Doing it now won't seem odd as it's a habit and is something to get us out of the house.”
“Exactly,” Bill smiled. “Even if we can get pointers to shove us where we can find some information, it'll be worth it.”
“Yeah, I think we can do this,” Charlie nodded. “Just so you don't get ideas of getting into the rough stuff or I end up with marks like we've seen on Harry, we'll be fine.”
“Nothing like that,” Bill chuckled, shaking his head. Though he did find the tying up an idea he really liked. He would just have to make sure no marks were left behind, nothing more than that.
“Let's both of us read the books then we'll press on from there. That way when we do get some information from the two, we can judge how accurate they are. If they're close, we won't have to worry too much and can just use them.”
“A good idea,” Bill nodded. “We can take that on over the next couple of days then go from there.”
“As long as you don't get over stimulated then pounce me,” Charlie laughed, relaxing. “If that keeps happening, we're not going to get anywhere, Bill!”
“I'll keep it under control,” Bill assured him with a grin and deep chuckle. Though he was sure some pouncing and sex would come of it, of course, as he was sure Charlie was aware. He would just keep a leash on most of it.
“Yeah, we both better,” Charlie snorted. Then he changed topics and asked, “How did it go at the Ministry? Any hint about the job?”
“It sounds good, actually,” Bill told him with a nod. “I'm hopeful. When I was done, making sure to add Kingsley as a reference, I went and talked to him as well. Though he didn't out and out say he would help, what he did impart leans me to thinking he might. If he does, I'm sure I'll get it. Hell, I'm leaning towards I will anyway, what with my qualifications and how certain bits were phrased. I've got everything they could want and need when it comes to the requirements, including loads of experience.”
“Good! That'll make plenty on you easier if you get it,” Charlie said, honestly happy for his brother.
“Damned right it would,” Bill admitted with a sigh. Then he began talking about what he knew of the job. He was hoping like hell he got this, not only for his sake, but his daughter's as well.

Elbows on the bar, Sirius watched where Harry was sitting and was less than pleased with what he saw. After another sip of the beer he had been nursing for some time, his eyes narrowed a bit at what was going on. Harry wasn't the problem, it was the so-called Dom that was seated by him, talking, that was. So far it wasn't anything overt, but he knew the signs. The wanker kept buying Harry drinks. Now, normally, he didn't give a shite about that as plenty bought him or Harry drinks as a courtesy when they talked. Hell, the two of them did the same thing with others. This one was looking to get Harry drunk, from what he could see. A drunk Harry was not something anyone needed to deal with.
He honestly didn't mind if Harry had a few drinks here and there. Hell, the two of them shared a couple beers a day when at the club or at home. That didn't matter to him. Well, as long as Harry didn't take to drinking something like Firewhisky. Harry and Firewhisky were a potent combination that did little to help his godson's temper and keeping it under control. While Harry was in far better shape than he had been when it came to keeping what he was dealing with under control, Firewhisky wasn't something he needed to drink. Other alcoholic beverages were fine, in moderation. This fool was going beyond the moderation limit, by a long shot. If he hadn’t seen Harry start to vanish the drinks after the first two when the jackarse wasn’t looking, he would have stepped in by now. As it was, Harry was doing fine, just talking to him, pretending to drink what he was bought. Yeah, someone was about to get to see the not nice side of him if this pressed on how he thought it was going.
They had both seen this before with others in the club; Doms wanted some action with one of the younger better looking subs. Normally, the ones that came in to play were a bit older. The younger, good looking ones tended to be either collared or didn't want to play. Rather than take what they could get or wait, they tried with one of the collared ones. And Harry had been one that had more than a couple make a play for him over the time since they opened the club. Like what would be expected, he stepped in and handled it as Harry's Master. Unlike most, though, he let it go on until it was quite obvious that's what the wanker was pushing for before he got involved. Harry he trusted because his husband wasn't about to let it go there. Everyone else? No shot.
After another sip of his beer, temper heating up as the fool began slipping closer to Harry as he talked, Sirius glanced up when one of the professional Dom's he hired to handle the other side of the club, Trent, came over to stand by him. “He doesn't want to stay long, does he?”
“No,” Trent snorted, shaking his head as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I know this one, too. Not his first dance at such behavior. He was warned twice so far to leave other people's slaves and submissives alone.”
“He just have a guest band or the whole membership?” Sirius asked, eyes trying to lock on the wrist where the band should be, but he hadn't seen it yet that he could tell.
“Depends on what he wants that night,” Trent explained. “He doesn't have a full membership, but sometimes comes in as either one.”
“One move closer to my slave and he won't be coming in at all,” Sirius growled, downing the last of his beer.
“He's going to try to spin it with you, making it sound like yours made the move on him,” Trent told him, leaning against the bar, arms still folded over his chest, eyes locked on the scene.
“Won't work,” Sirius snorted. “Mine has behaved just how he should, kept his hands and arms above the table to make sure nothing appears off. He's even gone so far as to vanish all the drinks he's been bought after the first two since it's readily apparent that the wanker is trying to get him drunk.”
“I say we let him do something overt then kick him out for six months. No coming in at all,” Trent said, keeping an eye on the scene. Harry wasn't doing anything at all improper and was just talking. The only off bit was he was scooting down as the other man kept inching towards him.
“We'll do that,” Sirius nodded, not ordering another beer yet. “After I have a few words with him, that is.”
“I wouldn't expect less of you,” Trent told him with a sigh as the man kept inching down, forcing Harry to keep moving. “He needs to learn to knock it off with those that are collared or owned.”
“Especially mine,” Sirius growled as the fool reached out to touch Harry on the arm. Harry was under control enough that he wouldn't hex the dude like he would have in the past, but he could see the flush on his husband's face and knew that meant that Harry's temper was climbing. Which told him Harry had probably told him to back the fuck off in several ways and the fool wasn't getting the hint. “If it keeps up, letting more overt happen isn't in the offing. Mine's starting to lose his temper.”
“For good reason,” Trent observed with a sigh. “And I don't blame him.”
When the fool slipped closer and put a hand on Harry's back, Sirius straightened up and growled, “Right, that's it. It's not going any further than this, Trent.”
“Agreed,” Trent nodded, standing up himself. Having the bartender give him a copy of the rules and code of conduct, he followed the angry Sirius to the table to deal accordingly with what was coming. Though they didn't have to deal with these situations much, they had a few times and there was a procedure for going about it. As he had helped write that up, he could easily take it on and would, before Sirius' wand came out and hexes ended up flying.

Once he passed Harry a butterbeer, Sirius slid into the booth beside him, making sure Harry was against the wall. “I'm proud of you,” he told Harry after a sip of his own drink. “You didn't hex the arsehole within an inch of his life, even if it was warranted.”
“He needed it,” Harry snorted, shaking his head. “The fool wasn't going to back off and I was itching to get him to, I admit that.”
“You didn't and that's all that matters,” Sirius told him, putting a hand on Harry's back and rubbing it. “That's a big step.”
“I guess,” Harry said with a bit of a grin. Then he added with a snort, “Why in the hell someone would keep pressing when they know we own the place is beyond me. Not to mention what they know of you then how you will make damned sure they don't get away with it and are likely to blast them.”
“Some are just a special brand of fool, all there is to it,” Sirius snorted and grinned. “They might not know who I really am, and the reputation that comes along with my real name, but the one I have in here should be more than enough to back them off. Yet it doesn't. Just means a few more will keep losing their membership and getting barred, nothing more.”
“Trent gave him a right chewing,” Harry snorted, grinning a tad as he looked over at the other side of the club.
“He's damned good at keeping them in their places, despite the fact that some have more experience than he does. Part of the reason I hired him,” Sirius told him.
“Sirius, really, we need to see about getting the floor walkers we talked about,” Harry told him with a sigh. “I don't mean ones like for the other side, but just some bodies to keep watch on what's going on. Trent and the others generally don't have the time like he did tonight to watch personally as they are too busy keeping an eye on the other side. Around the full moon and weekends it’s even worse. We try, but that's not good enough either. As busy as we're getting, and how the membership rolls are increasing, we need some more bodies.”
“You're right,” Sirius sighed. “We'll start looking into it. Let me see what those on the other side say when it comes to who we can put feelers out to. We just don't know anyone and I sure as hell don't want to put an ad in the paper.”
“Yeah, us asking anyone we know is a bad idea, Sirius,” Harry snorted and grinned. “The only ones that really know, aside from Kingsley and Arthur, are Charlie and Bill. I don't see either of them helping. Not to mention the guys are going to have to come up with some kind of training program to know what everyone needs to look out for anyway. That's going to take time. We might have to start taking this on ourselves for a while and sit at the bar instead of back here. It's not the best, but it's better than nothing. And you'll have to handle most of it as the majority won't listen to me because I'm a slave.”
“We'll start doing that on the busier nights,” Sirius said, making a mental note to tend to that and get the guys working on a procedure for those they would hire. He also wanted to see if they knew anyone that could take on the job. While he didn't want to hire anyone that was a customer, he would if he had to, but would stay wary. “And I'll get with the guys on a slow night or after hours sometime this week to see what they say. It's a good idea.”
“That was a damned good suggestion,” he told Harry, reaching out to ruffle his hair.
“I own half of it too and know the problems,” Harry told him with a shrug, though grinning as he did. “We have plenty anyway that we don't need idiots added in.”
“Very true,” Sirius agreed with a nod. “Some of our sluts are hard enough to handle that others aren't needed.”
“Oh yes,” Harry chuckled mirthlessly. “Especially the ones that go after you.” With that, he ground his teeth, thinking about the ones that tried with Sirius and didn't want to get a clue.
“We handle those just fine,” Sirius soothed, reaching out to tug Harry's collar. That variety was a serious sore spot with his godson and he could understand why. It had happened enough that he had a way of dealing with it, but it never failed to set Harry off and made it hard to get him calmed down.
“They don't stop, though,” Harry sighed, grinding his teeth slightly harder. He hated when the fools pulled that shite. Harry knew Sirius wouldn't do anything with any of them, of course, it was just the damned idea!
“Just like the ones that pull it with you don't,” Sirius told him, pulling him closer with one arm while reaching up to fondle the collar with the other. “Just don't let it bug you,” he said softly in Harry's ear. “I don't like the jackarses that attempt it with you any more than you do the ones that try with me. It pisses both of us off to no end. In the end, it doesn't matter, though. Neither of us will go there. That's all that matters.”
“True,” Harry nodded, starting to relax and pushing the butterbeer bottle back and forth between his hands. “You would think they'd know better, though.”
“They should,” Sirius admitted, not letting go of the collar. “The same with the so-called Doms that try with you. My opinion has always been if a Dom has that little self control, they have no business having subs or slaves as someone is going to get seriously hurt. We just can't enforce anything beyond the rules we have here.”
“I know,” Harry sighed, looking over to watch what was happening on the other side of the club. It was a slow night, so it wasn't much.
Happy that Harry relaxed on the topic, Sirius let go of the collar and leaned back, taking a sip of his drink. “What do you say that you stay put. Trent isn't busy so he can keep an eye on what's going on for me. I'll go get us some dinner from that place we both like so much.”
“That sounds good,” Harry said with a smile. “Can you grab me the usual?”
“I'll do that,” Sirius grinned, pleased Harry was calming down. It had taken time to get him there, but he finally was and it made him happy. He was in a good enough place that he could leave him alone with someone like Trent without a problem. Even better there.
“When I get back, we can talk about something special you would like tonight when we get home,” Sirius told him, leaning closer so only Harry could hear.
Oh, that made Harry grin as he knew exactly what Sirius was talking about. “Sounds good to me,” he told him softly, grinning bigger.
“I figured you'd like that,” Sirius chuckled. Downing the last of his drink, he said, “Let me go get Trent. The two of you can sit and talk while I get the food. Any idea what you would like tonight? Something to give me an idea? Well, that and we'll go pick out a couple new toys for you out front.”
“That's good by me,” Harry nodded, still grinning. He had a good idea what he wanted tonight and it would involve not only the marks he adored, something Sirius did as well, but not sitting right for a couple of days. Yeah, they were going to have fun.
After a quick kiss, Sirius stood then went to find Trent. From what he saw, the man wasn't busy, so this wouldn't be a hardship. Besides, Trent and Harry got along well. He couldn't think of anyone better to keep an eye on Harry when he wasn't around. Perfect.
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