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Backfire	By : SpeedyTomato Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Sirius Views: 24217 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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Chapter 18

“Lucius, I’m not able to find any address for this Hank,” McGrory told the man with a shake of his head. He was the PI Lucius hired to gather information on Hank, something which was turning out harder than he thought.

“He has to live somewhere,” Lucius sniped, looking angry. “We all know he doesn’t live at his office.” This did not please him in the least. “It means you need to dig more,” he then added coldly.

“Oh, I’m not done,” McGrory assured him. “However, I don’t hold out hope of finding an address.” Seeing a thunderous look on Lucius’ face, he shook his head then explained before the man could ask, “My guess is he bought whatever dwelling within the last year. As you know, last year Gringotts started offering security enhanced bills of sales for clients with all the information hidden on them by a spell. While they go to the Ministry for tax purposes, it’s an automated spell unless they don’t pay their taxes. With as much as those security measures cost, I doubt they won’t pay taxes.”

“Wonderful,” Lucius muttered, slouching down in his chair, looking dour.

“I’ve checked rentals for both our kind and Muggles. There was no listing of his name,” the PI shrugged. “Though I’ve started going through sales of homes, I don’t fancy my chances, especially if he bought a Muggle home and went through Gringotts.”

Though Lucius nodded, he wasn’t pleased. “Keep digging,” he ordered, but didn’t feel hopeful when it came to that end. “Anything else you can find?”

“Nothing which isn’t well known or he hasn’t said to others,” McGrory shrugged. “Relatives sent him off early. What I’ve heard from some associates of his was his parents are dead, car crash, raised by relatives who wanted shut of a Wizard. His name was changed when he was very young. Very common for the school he went to as it’s one of the ‘services’ they offer for families who want shut of a problem. No criminal history as he stays on the right side of the law, just deals in shady areas.”

Though this didn’t help Lucius much, he liked the information and felt he could use it.

“Unless you want to pay me to go the States and dig, I doubt I’ll get much more,” the PI shrugged. “He stays under the radar here and ensures to stay on the right side of the law.”

“Let me think it over,” Lucius mused, running a long finger over the rim of his wine glass, listening to the pleasing music the crystal made. “Keep going though. We’ll talk again in a week.”

With a nod, McGrory stood and left.

Watching the man go, Lucius huffed and tried to relax. In the end, Hank would be his. He just needed all the information and help he could get to manage it. Besides, this chase was rather fun and he knew Hank could help the Dark Lord. That would just be an added bonus for him in the end.

With a sated groan, Sirius leaned back in his chair then admitted, a grin on his face, “That was damned delicious! Not sure what some of it was when I started, but I liked it all.”

“They were American dishes,” Hank explained, leaning back himself. “It’s what I’m used to, so my elf cooks mostly those. Figured you’d like something besides the standard.”

“I did,” Sirius nodded. “Nothing there I didn’t like though they weren’t anything I’ve encountered before.”

“Glad you enjoyed,” Hank told him with a small smile, tossing Yama a few of the leftovers.

“You’ll have to introduce me to some more of their fare, especially if it’s that good. Honestly? Not had much beyond ours and some of the nobbier French food,” he admitted.

“I can,” Hank told him, smile growing. “I’ll be honest that though I’m a Brit, I prefer American when it comes to most food and drinks. Just what I know and mostly grew up with.”

“Understandable,” Sirius agreed. Then he grinned, “The Brits aren’t exactly known for our own good cuisine aside from the staples.”

“The Americans are a bit of a mish-mash,” Hank told him. “They’re odd as each region has its own cuisines and flavors.”

When the leftovers began to vanish, Hank told him, “C’mon, let’s go to the den for a drink, far more comfortable there.” Then he motioned for Sirius to follow.

A wonderful snifter of brandy in hand, Sirius wandered around the den and looked at the pictures on the walls. Unlike what most people had up, there were no personal pictures or paintings, just pictures Hank probably liked.

After stopping at a Magical picture of a beautiful white sand beach, he asked, pointing to it, “Where is that? It’s gorgeous.”

“One of the small Greek islands, Magical only.” Hank explained after a sip of his drink. Then he added quietly, “My goal in life. Want to retire by thirty and live there.”

“A good goal,” Sirius nodded, coming over and taking a seat across from Hank again.

“You have a goal? Well, for after the war ends that is,” Hank asked, figuring it was a fairly neutral topic.

“Haven’t really thought that far ahead,” Sirius shrugged. “The only two goals I really have are finding Harry and making it out of the war alive. Once it’s over, I’ll think of something.” Then he chuckled, “Now that you mentioned it, that Greek island sounds good.”

Hank nodded at what Sirius said then grinned at the last part himself. “Though the Greeks have their problems like anyone else, they tend to stay peaceful. Especially the Magical part. Nice place to just relax and find something to occupy your time.”

“With all we’ve deal with here, just relaxing and not having to worry sounds great.”

“It’s the same with the States,” Hank agreed. “Not the all-out war of here, but plenty of other issues and the politics. Something I truly don’t miss in the least.”

“Don’t blame you there at all,” Sirius shook his head. “Heard plenty about them and their laws about secrecy.”

“It’s a pain in the arse,” Hank groused.

“Have you thought about staying in the UK? I mean, once the war ends of course.” Sirius asked, curious. “I know you have whatever in the States, from what you said,” he then added.

“If the war ends, I would,” Hank told him. “I can do a booming business here without a doubt. The war is the problem. With how it’s going, I don’t fancy the chance of it ending any time soon. That’s the problem.”

“True,” Sirius grumbled, looking sour. “You seem like you’re here for a while though. After all, you bought this house.”

“I plan to stay as long as I can, yes,” Hank agreed, smile returning. While this was Sirius just making conversation, he thought there might be more behind it, even if Sirius didn’t realize it. The reason might be something he liked, seeing where this might lead.

“It’s nice,” Sirius told him, gazing around. While it was a typical two-story flat, it looked great. “Was it a Muggle or one of ours?”

Not taking the question badly, Hank explained, “Muggle. Went through a bank in the States to buy it because of the security they can guarantee and how no one can track ownership. Then I came in and fixed it up how I wanted. This way no one knows where it is.” He then added with a grin, “Except you.”

Sirius, too, grinned at that and nodded. However, he sobered up and suggested, “With what’s going on, you might want to add a Fidelius to it. Lucius alone warrants that step, Hank.”

“A suggestion I’ll take,” Hank nodded, face taking on a serious look.

“You know how? If not, I can give you the spell.” Sirius offered.

“I know it. Had to use it before,” Hank assured him, pleased with the offer for help.

“That reminds me,” he then added, summoning the book he found. When it landed in his hand, he pulled out the paper he had in it then passed it over to Sirius. “That’s the spell to detect a Horcrux.”

“Oh, we can sure as hell use this! Thanks,” Sirius told him honestly, grinning once more, tucking it away in a pocket.

“We’ll talk payment during our next business meeting,” Hank smiled.

With a chuckle, Sirius nodded then began to ask about some odd items he saw during Hank’s short tour of the house.

Landing on his back on the stairs about midway up them, Hank’s mouth remained locked on Sirius’ as he fumbled with the buttons on the front of the other Wizard’s shirt, trying to get them undone.

Sirius groaned into Hank’s mouth as he tried to undo Hank’s shirt, wanting to touch his bare flesh. Mouth devouring Hank’s, his flesh throbbed. Their talk had morphed into some heated snogging until Hank suggested they retire to his bedroom. On the way, neither of them could keep their hands to themselves and it became this. Along the way, both had removed their footwear and were now trying to shed more clothes.

Inching his way up the stairs, despite knowing the rug burn which could come from it, Hank also focused on getting the damned buttons undone. While the goal was to make it to his bedroom, as he sure as hell wasn’t fucking someone on the stairs, he did rather enjoy this bit of foreplay, if that’s what you wanted to call it. Either way, it was hot as hell and damned arousing.

Finally managing to get the buttons undone and able to touch Sirius’ bare flesh for the first time, Hank moaned into the other man’s mouth while still inching upwards. Sure, it would be easy to say stop for a minute, but he rather like this, plenty. He never had an encounter this passionate and frenzied before, so he didn’t want to put a damper on it.

After shrugging out of his shirt, tossing it carelessly aside, Sirius went back to working on Hank’s, his mouth once more locked on the other man’s. As he fumbled and snogged, he moved as Hank pushed them upwards. Yeah, he wanted to do this on a bed or something else, not the carpet, but this was fucking hot. Moving them up a bit, faster than Hank was, Sirius growled into Hank’s mouth at the frustration of not being able to get the damn buttons undone. He could already feel Hank’s hard cock throbbing where it was pressed against him, making his own throb more. Fuck this was hot and he loved it!

Hands exploring Sirius’ chest, grinding his crotch up against the other man’s body, Hank moaned loudly, still pushing himself upwards. Though he could feel the rug burn starting, even through the shirt which offered little protection, he wasn’t willing to stop. No, he wanted to keep going. While he enjoyed the feel of Sirius’ bare chest, his hands wandered downwards then started to fumble to undo his pants after rubbing the hard cock through the fabric while shifting around hoping to help Sirius get his shirt undone.

Actually growling in frustration, something that seemed to vibrate the both of them, Sirius fumbled more, seemingly unable to get the damned buttons undone. He’d managed a couple, but was too distracted by the heat of the encounter to make his fingers obey commands right. That all ended when Hank touched his cock through his pants. Unable to take anymore, he ripped the front of Hank’s shirt apart, hearing the buttons ping off the walls. While not sure how Hank would react, he reached his goal and began to run one trembling hand up and down the now bare chest, groaning as he felt the rock hard muscles under his touch.

Unable to get the damned pants undone, Hank was frustrated. Breaking off the kiss, though continuing to rub Sirius’ cock through his pants, he shrugged out of his ripped shirt, tossing it aside. Then he began inching them upwards more, step by step, kissing Sirius once more, though not losing the goal of getting up to the top of them before it grew more heated.

Sirius understood what Hank was doing, so he went along with it, kissing him fervently as they moved along, grinding into the hand on his cock. The stairs—not a good place to finish this, that’s for damned sure. When they reached the top and Hank sat on the floor instead of the stairs, Sirius pushed him down flat on his back, mouth locked on his then ground his crotch against Hanks. As he did, he reached down and started to fumble with the buttons on Hank’s jeans. Though he knew how to do this almost without thought, since it was a task he did daily and had for years, his fingers couldn’t seem to remember how to manage. And that was frustrating as hell!

Arching up into Sirius’ hands, once more resuming his own fumbling on Sirius’ fly, Hank snarled as he couldn’t manage. He wanted both their clothes off, dammit! Neither of them could seem to manage that simple task.

Since this wasn’t going well, leaving them frustrated, Sirius pulled back. Panting heavily, flushed and feeling overheated, he asked, voice uneven, “Which is your bedroom?” His thought was to get them upright and moving that direction then they could manage.

“First door on the right,” Hank panted out, sitting up, planning to get to his feet before attempting this once more.

Sirius made it to his feet first then helped Hank stand. Then he pushed him against the wall right next to the doorway Hank said led to his room. Pressing him tightly to the wall, he ground against him, resuming the passionate snogging. This time, though, he didn’t try to fumble with the pants. They would come off quickly enough once inside the room.

One arm wrapped around Sirius, Hank held onto him, pressing into the other man while he fumbled with the doorknob, trying to get it open. Like with the rest so far, in the state he was in, this wasn’t as easy as normal. It didn’t want to turn all the way and he found himself reluctant to break off the heated kiss to focus on the knob.

Actually now grinding against Hank, cock throbbing madly, Sirius groaned into his mouth. Then he broke off the kiss and licked his now swollen lips as he looked at the other man. It was time to press on. That meant he wanted to find the bed.

Panting heavily, Hank kept his eyes locked on Sirius, shivering, feeling like he was on fire, but managed to get the knob to the door turned then opened. Body beaded with sweat, he pushed himself off the wall then motioned for them to enter the room. This scant few seconds would give him a chance to gather himself enough that they could push on.

Sirius backed off, panting heavily himself, eyes locked on Hank as his chest heaved and cock throbbed. Once Hank motioned for him to go inside, he did, but grabbed Hank’s hand and dragged him in after himself. When they were both inside, he fought to push him against the wall and resume the snogging. Instead, he stepped forward and undid Hank’s pants with hands which trembled from his arousal. His thought was to get this out of the way before they pressed on and ended up frustrated once more.

Hank also took the opportunity to work on Sirius’ fly as well to get their pants out of the way. Thankfully, the undies wouldn’t end up a problem and could just be slipped off. Eyes locked on Sirius as the Wizard worked on his pants, Hank licked his lips. The few crude prison tattoos he had seen weren’t all that were on Sirius. His chest had them as well, something he found very enticing. Not sure why, he didn’t question it either, it just adding to the encounter and the attraction.

As he worked on Hank’s pants, finding it easier though his hands were still shaking, Sirius took the opportunity to gaze at the man’s bare chest, adoring what he saw. As expected, he was nicely toned and firm. Though there was a tattoo on one of his pecs, it wasn’t the sort which was overly distracting, just some runes. Leaning forward as he finished with the fly on the jeans, he ran his tongue over the tattoo then let it slide to one of the hard nipples, sucking on it then teething it slightly.

A moan escaping him, Hank shivered as Sirius sucked on his nipple. Thankfully, he had the pants undone and shoved them down, hoping Sirius would take it from there then wrapped an arm around Sirius, pulling him closer. Shaking and moaning loudly, he pressed tighter to the man, willing him to hurry up so he could get out of his damned y-fronts. They seemed like they had grown a couple sizes smaller and were starting to constrict around his hard cock, making it uncomfortable.

Finally getting the damned buttons undone, Sirius growled around the nipple in his mouth and shoved Hank’s pants down. Good, that was finished. Now they could press on. Stepping out of his jeans then shoving his boxers down before kicking them off, he reached down and stroked his cock. Giving one harder bite on the nipple, he then backed away, rubbing a hand over his mouth, eyes locked on Hank. It was time to press on and get down to business.

Taking this as all the hint he needed, Hank kicked his pants off and skinned out of his y-fronts. Then he walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of it. As he waited, he opened the drawer on the bedside table and pulled out the lube there. While he would ‘bottom’ from the hints he picked up in how Sirius went about this, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t be in charge. Sirius would figure that out quickly enough and probably wouldn’t object, not to mention enjoy it. It was just how he went about things, nothing more.

After stroking his cock a few more times, watching Hank, Sirius then grinned. Covering the space to the bed in under a second, he pinned Hank on his back and locked his mouth back down on his again. As they snogged some more, he shifted them around into the position he wanted them in with Hank on his back. Grabbing the lube Hank pulled out, he fumbled around but managed to get it open and some on his fingers. Up on his knees, leaning over Hank, he crushed his mouth down on the other Wizard’s while his fingers slipped between their legs and he began to play with his arsehole.

As he returned the kisses with fervor, Hank pressed down on the fingers, hoping Sirius got the hint and moved faster with that end. Pulling his legs up, he wrapped them around Sirius’ waist then wrapped his arms around his shoulders, grinding down on the fingers, wanting this to go faster.

When Hank wrapped around him, Sirius took the hint then eased two fingers into that tight arse, moaning into Hank’s mouth. Scissoring his fingers, he fucked the younger Wizard with them, twisting them around. As his own cock was throbbing madly, twitching with pre-cum dripping out of the head, he wanted to press on quickly, but didn’t want to hurt Hank. That would put a damper on any fun they planned to have, so he would go slowly.

After the third finger slipped into his arse, Hank broke off the kiss and moaned loudly. Eyes halfway shut, body beaded with sweat, he panted then looked at Sirius. “Fuck me,” he hissed through gritted teeth, muscles clenching around the fingers in his arse. Yeah, that was more than enough foreplay for him. As aroused as both of them were, he wanted this to press on, fast.

That was all the encouragement Sirius needed on the topic. Slipping his fingers out, he then pushed himself up onto his knees. Once he slathered his cock with a generous amount of lube, he leaned over Hank, one hand braced on the bed, then gripped his cock with the other hand before guiding it to the loosened up arsehole. Placing it at the entrance, he began to ease it in, head dropping back, eyes sliding shut at the sensations of that tight hole gripping onto his cock.

Arching up slightly, Hank let out a loud moan then slammed down on Sirius’ cock, embedding it all the way into his arse in one stroke. Tensed up, panting heavily, he then began to grind on it, relishing in the burn and how full he felt. “Fuck me,” he moaned, grinding harder on it so Sirius would get on with this. Hand drifting down, he gripped his own cock, squeezing it, feeling it twitch.

A loud moan escaping him, Sirius began to thrust. Teeth clenched, he muttered, “So fucking good!” Keeping a slow, steady pace, he moved, relishing in the sensations and how it made his whole body tingle hotly, his hair standing on end.

Legs wrapping around Sirius’ waist, Hank pushed himself up with one arm, the other hand still on his cock, starting to stroke it, he then slammed down on the cock in his arse. Panting heavily, body beaded with sweat, he snarled, “Harder! Fuck me harder!” Tightening his legs around Sirius’ waist, he slammed onto him as hard as he could to encourage him. There was nothing in the word like a good animalistic fuck and he wanted this encounter to be just that.

“Yes,” Sirius hissed out then began to hammer into Hank as hard as he could. One hand reaching up to grab the headboard for leverage, he made sure he was braced so he didn’t fall. Gazing down into Hank’s face, see how flushed and sweaty he was, Sirius grinned. This was fucking great!

“That’s it,” Hank panted out, grinning as his hand moved faster on his cock. Feeling the burn there, though not as bad as when Sirius entered him, he relished in the pleasure/pain sensations it brought on. Body tingling, jolts of pleasure dancing up and down his spine, he moaned Sirius’ name.

Hair hanging over his face in wet tangles, body running with sweat as the pleasure made him shiver, Sirius watched Hank’s face, grinning slightly. This was great, better than he had fantasized about since he met Hank. Leaning forward, still thrusting hard and fast, Sirius kissed the younger Wizard again, prying Hank’s mouth open and his tongue sliding inside.

Hank shifted around slightly as he felt his orgasm start to build. Quickly wrapping the arm which had propped him up around Sirius, he tightened his legs around him as well. While this was good, there was another way he wanted to finish. Mouth locked on Sirius’, he then shifted more and flipped them over quickly to where Sirius was on his back and he was straddling him. After changing positions slightly, he began to thrust down onto the cock still lodged in his arse, panting. Grinning a bit as he looked down at the slightly stunned man, he panted out, “Keep fucking me.” Though thrusting, he didn’t go down all the way, giving Sirius space to thrust up into him. As he did, he clenched and released his arse on the cock buried in it.

Though stunned by the shift in position, Sirius went with it. After putting his hands on Hank’s hips, he began to thrust up into the man. This was a position he hadn’t used much, but already liked it.

As he moved, Hank grunted, making sure to tighten his arse on Sirius’ cock. Knowing, from how his balls throbbed and tightened up, his own end was coming, he wanted to feel Sirius shoot first. “Cum for me,” he growled, grinding on the cock thrusting up into him.

Feeling that arse tighten around him, gripping his cock, Sirius panted out, “Oh shit,” as he kept thrusting. Balls tightening up, skin feeling like static electricity was dancing on it, he arched up, thrusting harder then his head went back and he shouted out Hank’s name before starting to come. Eyes going shut, he grinned as he rode the waves of pleasure, whole body tightening up, hips still thrusting.

A grin on his face as he felt Sirius come, seeing the look on his face, Hank’s head then dropped back as he ground on the cock, hand working faster. With a loud moan, he then came, splattering his hand and Sirius’ chest as he did. His whole body dancing with pleasure, tightening up as the sensations seemed to light him on fire, he just grinned as he rode it out, panting out, “So fucking good!”

About two in the morning, Sirius cracked an eye open as he heard something odd. Looking around, squinting in the dark, he nodded to himself. He was in the same position as earlier, on the bed facing the door with Hank behind him, the younger Wizard’s arm draped over him. From what he could tell, Hank was stirring a tad, though that didn’t seem like it was what woke him.

“Nothing to worry about,” Hank muttered, barely awake. “Just Yama coming in from hunting.”

Sirius said, “Thanks,” to Hank and relaxed when the bird came over to perch on the headboard above him, like he was keeping watch. When Hank’s arm tightened around him, Sirius smiled. Yeah, he didn’t go home. After a couple more rounds of sex, Hank offered for him to stay and he did. Of course, he sent a message off to Remus with Yama then settled in. And, honestly? He loved this and wanted to do it more. Not just for the sex either.

Eyes going shut again, feeling Hank curl up tighter to him, he smiled. This he adored and wanted more. He would see what he could talk Hank into in the coming days and weeks. As for now, he didn’t want to give up Hank. Though not sure where the relationship was going, he sure as hell wanted to find out.
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