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The Dawning of Three	By : Persephone Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 13957 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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It took a full week for Harry to get settled and he had pretty much been left to his own devices, which was exactly what he needed. He hadn’t spent any real time with the men he lived with after that first dinner, he had only seen them at meals and when they popped their heads around his door to tell him they were going out somewhere. He had tried to figure out just what had affected him at that meal, but gave up after he realised that it was futile. He wasn’t ever going to understand, so he put it down to the fact that it was all new territory. He had never lived with the men during a time when there weren’t more pressing matters keeping them occupied.

He had resigned himself to owling a few of his friends and just chilling out, reading books on magical creatures and potion making. Today though, he had decided to be a little more sociable, just so that they didn't think they had done anything wrong. He had to meet Ginny at noon and take her out for lunch, as well as performing the usual boyfriend duties. Who was he to deny her, after all. As soon as he woke up, he showered and dressed, picking slightly baggy jeans and a navy t-shirt that was a little snug.

Sirius and Remus’ bedroom door was open when he passed and he could see that their bed was made. There was a small, leather-bound book on the bedside table on the left with a pair of glasses resting on it. On the right hand table, there was a magazine, no doubt to do with motorcycles or something of the kind. Their bed was huge, way too big for two of them, and it had purple and grey bed covers which had definitely been Remus’ choice. Harry stared at it for a few seconds, thinking about how comfortable it looked before rolling his eyes and heading to the stairs.

Trotting all the way down to the kitchen, he walked in with smile and joined the men who were sitting with tea and toast. “Morning.” He said cheerily, hoping that his happy self would stop any intense talks that made him feel funny. He wanted to start the day off well and not get dragged into anything that would make him feel...confused.

Sirius beamed at him, “Good morning, my ever so elusive Harry.” He handed the teenager the slice of slightly burnt toast that lay untouched on his plate and the boy took it, sat down and started nibbling the edge.

“How are you feeling this morning?” Remus asked casually, looking at Harry over the rim of his mug.

“I’m good.” Harry assured, “I’m popping out later for a little while.”

His godfather raised an eyebrow, “Where, may I ask, will you being going today?” there was a slight edge to his voice that he tried to cover with a playful smirk.

“Just to meet Ginny...apparently couples need to see each other at least four times a week and since I haven’t seen her in that long, I’ve got some making up to do.”

Sirius raised a hand and rested it on the back of Harry’s neck, his fingers playing idly with the short wisps of hair there. Harry said nothing, but as soon as he felt the man’s skin on his, something tensed inside of him and he had to grit his teeth to keep him from saying anything stupid. “Where are you taking her?”

Harry blushed slightly, “Leaky Cauldron.” He hoped they wouldn’t question further, he didn’t really want to admit that Ginny had gotten them a room because she wanted to have her wicked way with him. Apparently though, his blush was enough and he felt the burning glares on his face.

“Why don’t you take her somewhere else?” Remus asked, his voice steely and monotone. Harry looked at the werewolf, frowning.

“I...” he waited for Sirius to jump in with some cheery comment on Harry’s sex life and tell Remus to leave him alone, but when he turned to him, he was looking at Harry with almost the same deadly glint in his eye that Remus had and his hand had tightened on the boy’s neck. Neither show of discontent suited the man at all. “She chose it.” Harry finished, shrugging his shoulders and hoping Sirius would let go.

The two older men sent each other a look before Sirius’ hand relaxed and his fingers moved up to stroke the back of Harry’s scalp. He felt somewhat like a dog but couldn’t deny that the touch was comforting and yet oddly disturbing at the same time. “Why don’t you invite Ginny for dinner soon?” he asked sweetly. Harry knew that voice and it meant trouble.

He raised an eyebrow, “Why? What are you going to do?”

The man put on a shocked face, pressing a hand against his chest in a ‘who me?’ fashion. “Nothing, my sweet, I just thought you’d appreciate us inviting your girlfriend over.”

Harry looked over at Remus, who was slowly chewing his breakfast as a cow would grass, his jaw moving exaggeratedly. He gave Harry a quick nod as though that would be enough to verify his agreement to it all. The youngest male sighed, “Yeah, okay, I’ll ask.”

“Great.” Sirius grinned, pulling Harry towards him and pressing a wet kiss to his temple. “Now eat up.” he let go and Harry sat back in his chair.

There was an awkward silence over the rest of breakfast, so much so that Harry actually started wondering whether he should have taken up the offer to get a flat with his friends. He didn’t want this. He thought he’d be fine here but it seemed, with no one else around to take the attention, that he was treading on eggshells around Remus. The little things were gaining reactions he didn’t believe possible, like growls and glares. He remembered when the man would smile at him and sit close. He remembered his professor, who taught him the spell that saved both his and Sirius’ life. He wanted that man, the one he wasn’t unsure of, the one who made him feel relaxed. He longed for that man again.

“Harry?”

Jolting, he realised that he had been staring at said werewolf for a while, his eyes locked onto that scarred face. Remus was looking at him, his eyes a deep gold, his pink tongue peaking out to swipe across his bottom lip. Harry’s eyes casted over his pale skin marred only by a pink scar that ran from one cheek to the other, swiping across his nose, and another just below it. His brown hair had a scattering of grey but it suited him; and he had a five o’clock shadow covering his jaw.

“Hellooooo?”

He ignored the voice in his ear as something inside of him stirred. He couldn’t take his eyes away, because it was the same face as his professor, the same face of the man he wished was in the room with them. His gut clenched, shocking him enough that he jerked back, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. “Sorry, what was that?” he asked, shaking his head to clear his mind.

Sirius’ eyebrows were raised and his lips quirked slightly and Harry winced, knowing his weird moment hadn’t gone unseen. His godfather eyes portrayed his amusement and Remus was just looking at Harry with his usual expressionless face. The boy swallowed thickly, wondering what the hell was up with him.

“Would you like to ride me later?” Sirius asked casually.

Harry gaped, searching Sirius’ face to see if the man was being serious. He was. “What?” he choked out.

Sirius frowned, staring at Harry as though he needed a Mediwizard. “I said, would you like to go out for a ride with me later. On the bike.”

“Oh.” Harry blushed madly, his cheeks heating to a point where he was sure he could fry an egg on them. “Sure. We could do that.” He had to clear his head. Maybe it was a prank, that was Sirius’ thing. The man liked making people feel uncomfortable and getting them to blush; he did it to Mrs Weasley all the time. Harry just wished he wouldn’t do it to him, the last thing he needed was to be even more embarrassed on top of everything else.

“Cool.” The animagus grinned happily, “When you get back then.”

“Yeah.” Taking a large bite of toast Harry smiled tightly and chewed, not trusting himself to talk much more. Maybe he had let himself get to deep into whatever it was that grabbed hold of him after the war ended. Confusion? Depression? Loneliness? He didn’t know what it was but it had obviously royally messed him up and it was starting to get on his nerves.

Before the final battle he had had an image of what his life was going to be like after the war. Freedom to do what he wanted, a good job and lots of money so that he could have a nice, relaxing life. Marriage and kids too. He desperately wanted a family of his own to love and raise. All of that went to shit once the war was over; something happened to him to screw it all up and make him unsure. He didn’t have the freedom he thought he would have. Somehow, he had failed to realised that the fame of being the boy-who-lived wouldn’t go away after Voldemort’s death, instead he was the ‘saviour of the wizarding world’ and people would bow and clap if he walked past them in the street. Ginny changed and now he didn’t want her as much as he used to...or maybe it was only him who had changed and he was blaming her for something that wasn’t her fault.

Whatever it was, he didn’t like it and he was praying that it wouldn’t last long. What he really needed was to go out and enjoy himself a little. Forget for a while. The more he wallowed the worse it got and he was going to end up like one of those secluded soldier types who go crazy and turn into serial killers or something along those lines. That definitely wouldn’t be good.

He managed to get through breakfast without another mishap, probably due to having embarrassed himself enough for the next two days. After downing a cup of tea, he stood up, patting his jean pockets to make sure he had his wallet, satisfied when he felt the square of leather. It wouldn’t be good if he forgot that on their date, at least now that Gringrotts had bought out a debit card he didn’t have to haul a pouch of gold coins around with him.

“Right, I’m off. Best buy Ginny a gift to make up for not seeing her the last few days.” He said.

The two men blinked at him, “Have fun.” Sirius said.

Remus gave a sharp nod, “Be safe.” He added and Harry felt his face burn slightly.

“We always are.” He felt the need to make sure they knew that he wasn’t an idiot. There was no way he was going to become a parent anytime soon.

He used the floo to get to Leaky Cauldron and then headed into muggle London to find a jewellery store. Ginny liked shiny things, so he knew it would go down well and it wouldn’t have to be too expensive either. He found an jewellery store and went inside, bypassing the ring section and heading straight to the necklaces. He wasn’t going to have the awkward moment of telling her that she might have gotten the wrong idea. With the help of the sales assistant he settled on a white gold cubic zirconia pendant that only set him back sixty quid.

He made his way back to the wizarding pub, ordering himself a butterbeer to pass the time. He sat down at a small, circular table towards the back and leant back in his chair. His stomach was churning slightly for some reason and he felt as though he was new to all this. His whole life was suddenly fragmented for no reason other than the fact that he was making it difficult for himself. Over analysing every single thing that happened wasn’t any way to live. He hadn’t been like that before but after the war ended things suddenly meant more to him and now he was so focussed on keeping those things that he scrutinized every second to make sure he didn’t miss something important.

He heard Ginny before he saw her. She called out his name loud enough for everyone in the place to hear, making his subtle seating arrangement pointless. He turned to see her walking towards him and wondered what happened to the girl he fell in love with. That Ginny hadn’t been one for makeup or fashion, she hadn’t cared about material things. The girl that was strutting towards him was made up to the nines; makeup coloured her face and her hair had been curled, she was wearing a thin camisole top, jeans so tight they looked painted on and heels. High heels.

Harry stood up as she reached him and forced himself to put his arms around her waist as she hugged him. Her mouth found his and they kissed softly, her lipgloss leaving a sweet, sticky residue behind when she pulled away. He wiped his mouth with his fingers, trying to be subtle but failed. Ginny laughed at him.

“Sorry about that. I’ll remember to wipe it off before we kiss again.” She said, her eyes glinted happily.

“I’d appreciate that.” Harry teased, although he was being quite serious. “How have you been?” he asked as they looked at the menus, not really reading it.

She shrugged, “Not bad.” She said, “Missing you though. I can’t believe you’re not going to be at Hogwarts next year. I’m already hating it and we’ve only been home a week.”

“It’s going to be weird but you’ll get used to it. We should focus on now.”

“You’re right as usual.” She smiled, her blue eyes twinkling. “I do love you.” She added.

Harry pulled the box from his pocket and slid it across the table, “I love you too.” He said, and tried to mean it. The way her face lit up was spectacular and he wasn’t sure whether that was a good or a bad thing. She grabbed at the box, yanking it towards her as though her life depended on it.

“Oh Harry...what is it?” she asked just as he opened it. He didn't miss the flutter of disappointment that dressed her face before she hid it with a large, toothy smile. “It’s wonderful, Harry.” She said as she took the necklace out of the box and put it on, not even needing his help. Her fingers pressed the pendant against her chest. “What’s the occasion?”

Harry’s fingers fiddled nervously with his napkin and he wasn’t even sure why. “Just wanted to buy you something.” He said.

“Thank you.” She leant across the table and he met her halfway for a quick peck, “It means a lot. I’ll give you something later for it.” she winked and leant back in her chair, thrusting her chest out suggestively. Harry’s eyes wandered but there wasn’t the same reaction as there used to be and he could have punched the wall beside him in his frustration. Maybe he needed to except it as it was; he just didn't feel the same way about her anymore.

They ordered some lunch and ate it while Ginny told him every single thing she had done in the past week. He smiled and nodded and hummed, all the while feeling suddenly homesick. He had thought getting out was what he needed but apparently it had just made him yearn to return again. I really need to get a hobby, he thought to himself while Ginny was ranting about one of her friends. Maybe I should play professional Quidditch for a season, he pondered. Anything to keep him occupied would be good; he needed to stop thinking for a while.

The Quidditch thing wasn’t a bad idea. He had already had offers from practically all the English based teams and even some of the foreign ones for their seeker position. He was a good player and obviously his reputation would help which ever club he chose to play for. He wouldn’t even mind it much, he loved Quidditch after all, but it wouldn’t exactly offer him the quiet year he was looking for. He knew that his life would never be out of the media unless he disappeared entirely by either moving to another country, changing his appearance or maybe even faking his own death, none of which he really wanted to do. He accepted that he would play a large part in the wizarding world a while ago, he had no choice after all, but he didn't want every detail of his personal life splashed on the cover of all the newspapers and magazines. And this year he wanted to be in them as little as possible, which meant that he would have to do as little as possible in order to not give them something to talk about.

Maybe he would hole up at Grimmauld and bake cakes for a year. His friends could visit him and he could floo abroad every now and then. It wouldn’t be too boring. He scoffed quietly to himself. Who was he kidding? He would always be bored if there was nothing new to do every day.

“Are you finished?”

Harry blinked, pulling himself out of his reverie at Ginny’s question. He looked down at his plate of half eaten sausage and mash and realised that he had been so distracted that he hadn’t eaten as much as he had wanted to. He was still hungry but he put his cutlery down anyway, since Ginny had put down hers, and nodded.

“Yeah, I’m all done.” He grinned tightly.

Ginny leant forward, biting her bottom lip, “We’re in room three.” She whispered, “Do you want to go up?”

He nodded and followed her up the stairs, trying to ignore all the pairs of eyes that watched them. It would have been better for them to do this in a place that people wouldn’t automatically know what they were up too. After all, it wasn’t hard to figure out what two teens were going to do when they rented a room out in a inn. He would have to pay for the night, even though they would only be an hour or so, but it was better than doing it at home and knowing that Sirius and Remus were downstairs. Even silencing and locking charms wouldn’t allow him to relax, he knew that from these moments back in Hogwarts.

Room number three was the best room the Leaky Cauldron had and he wasn’t surprised that Ginny chose it. It was the cleanest, with soft carpet on the ground rather than cold, hardwood floors that were always a little rough. The bed was four-poster and made of shiny mahogany; the linen was a dark red and looked clean and soft. The window looked out onto Diagon alley and Harry could see groups of people walking down the cobblestone streets, popping in and out of shops. He walked straight over to the window and pulled the curtains shut, sinking the room into darkness. Ginny turned the light on and it gave off a soft glow that wasn’t too harsh.

“Come here.” she said softly, holding her hand out to him. She was standing at the end of the bed, staring at him with hooded eyes. He kicked off his shoes and padded over to her, linking their fingers.

He stroked her cheek with the back of the hand that was holding hers and allowed her to kiss him again, this time harder and wetter. They fumbled for their rhythm, just as they always did. Harry let himself feel nothing but her lips on his; they were soft and thin. Quite pleasant actually. He cupped her face with on hand and let the other slide into her hair so that he could angle her head and slip his tongue inside her mouth. She moaned and pressed closer, molding their bodies together.

She practically tore his clothes from his body, leaving him naked before he had managed to pull her top off. He didn't mind the enthusiasm but he would have preferred not to have to wrestle her jeans off while buck naked. When they were both out of their clothes, he cast a silent contraception charm on the both of them before he forgot. She pushed him down on the bed and slipped down his body, taking him into her mouth.

He couldn’t deny that it felt good and it was probably his favourite thing they did. Whether that was for some reason other than he didn't have to do any work and got to feel good, he didn't know. He doubted it. Letting himself go, he enjoyed the warmth of her mouth as she bobbed her head along his cock and closed his eyes, his mind clearing. Her hand fondled his balls and pleasure flickered up his spine. When she hummed around him, he had to tense his thighs to stop himself from thrusting his hips up.

“Good?” she asked, pressing kisses along his shaft.

He nodded, not opening his eyes, “Yeah.” He grunted.

She removed herself from him far quicker than what he would have liked and kissed her way up his body, her tongue licking from his belly button up to his neck. His stomach clenched and he shivered. She kissed him again and he used it as a chance to roll them over and settle on top of her, feeling the soft curves of her breasts pressing against his chest and the flare of her hips as they cradled his. She wrapped her legs around waist and he felt his cock nestle into the hot wetness of her core. It was an odd sensation, one that he had never really gotten used to.

“That’s it.” She breathed as he slid inside of her

Their sex was pretty routine, Ginny didn't really know much in order to liven it up a bit and Harry was too shy to mention anything to her. So he went along with what worked for the both of them, pushing her legs over his shoulders and pumping his hips. Her breathing picked up and her eyes squeezed shut as he made sure he was attending her needs. Sure it felt good for him too but it wasn’t as sensational as he had expected it to be before they first had sex and he didn't think it was for her either. You wouldn’t know it; not with the amount of noise she made and the expressions on her face, but she could be faking it for all he knew. The idea of her doing that annoyed him but not enough for him to make sure she was actually enjoying herself.

When they were done, Harry flopped down on his back beside her and stared up at the ceiling. Ginny curled up against him, a satisfied smile on her face as she tapped her fingers against his sweat-slick chest.

“That was great.” She sighed happily.

Harry threaded his fingers through her hair and nodded, “It was.” he agreed, frowning up at the damp stained ceiling and wondering whether it was supposed to be better for him then it was or whether everyone else just pretended it was brilliant to make other people feel like they were doing it wrong. Or maybe he was just doing it wrong.

“Are you going to come to dinner this week?” she asked him.

He thought about it for a minute and decided that he would like to see Ron and Hermione, “Yeah, I’ll come over if it’s alright with your mum.”

She scoffed, “Puh-lease, as if she would say no to you. You’re like her eighth child.”

“You know I don’t like to impose.” Harry said, although he was smiling. Mrs Weasley really did see him like he was her own child, which was another reason he couldn’t break Ginny’s heart. He didn't want them to hate him too.

“Oh hush.” Ginny wrinkled her nose, running her hand up and down his side, “We best get dressed. I’ve got to meet mum in a bit to shop for some stuff.”

They slipped from the bed and took turns showering. Harry soaked beneath the warm spray, letting the water pound his face and flatten his hair. By the time he headed back into the room, Ginny was already dressed and was casting a drying charm on her hair. She beamed at him, bouncing over and hooking her fingers into the towel around his waist.

“You don’t mind if I leave now do you? I’m actually running a little late.”

Harry shook his head, “No problem.”

“I’ll owl you tomorrow.” She said, kissing him goodbye before headed off. The door shut behind her with a dull thud.

The sudden silence made him feel more alone than ever. He got dressed slowly and wondered what he would do for the rest of the day. He supposed going home was the only option he really had. He wished that Ron and Hermione weren’t so loved up, he wouldn’t mind seeing if they wanted to do something. He found he didn't actually want to be alone right now.

He got all his stuff together and opened the curtains before leaving the room, locking the door behind him. He made his way down to the bar and waited for Tom to make his way over.

“Everythin’ alrigh’, Mr Potter sir?” he asked.

“Everything was great, Tom, thanks. I’ll just pay for it all now though.” He handed his debit card over. It wasn’t quite the chip and pin system the muggles had, that would be too electronic, instead their cards were swiped through the antique tills that all magic shops seemed to have and their magical signature, which was individual to each person, was picked up. This told Gringotts who made the payment and how much it was and who the payment was going too, so that the goblins could transfer the payment back at the bank.

“Thanks Mr Potter sir, please come again.”

He took back his card and tucked it into his wallet before using the floo to travel home. Stepping into the Grimmauld’s living room, he looked around and saw that Remus was lounging on the sofa, reading a book. The man looked in his direction as he stepped out of the hearth and smiled.

“Harry.” He said, sitting up and placing his book on the side table. He patted the seat beside him and Harry stared at it for a minute before moving towards it and sitting down. “You alright?” Remus asked and Harry thought he could see the man’s nostrils flaring slightly, as if sniffing him.

He nodded, “Yeah, not bad.” He said, leaning his head back against the sofa and closing his eyes.

“You seem tired.”

“I suppose I am.” Harry let his head drop to the side and opened his eyes to look at the older man, “Where is Sirius?”

“He went out for a bit, to get something or other. Sometimes I find leaving him to it is much easier than trying to figure out what he’s going on about.” Remus’ lips quirked slightly and he turned his body towards the teen.

“That’s Sirius for you.” Harry chuckled, scrubbing a hand over his face. He froze when he felt a hand settle on his other wrist; long fingers curling around it. He looked down to see Remus’ hand on his skin, the warmth of the werewolf’s flesh burning him. His fingers tingled and twitched.

“It is indeed.” Remus smiled, leaning towards him. “I was hoping we would be able to bake together soon. I would like to learn how to make a pudding you like.”

Harry swallowed, his throat suddenly dry, “I could teach you to make cheesecake. I love cheesecake.”

It seemed as though Remus was moving closer and Harry’s whole body tightened. The older man’s hand slid up his arm and stopped in the crook of his elbow. “Brilliant. I can’t wait.”

The young wizard frowned, wondering why Remus was behaving so...well nice. He wasn’t used to it anymore and he hated that fact. “We’ll do it soon. I’ll get the ingredients in.” He said, trying to ignore the path of tingling that had follow Remus’ hand up his arm.

“Any plans for the rest of the day?” Remus asked, raising an eyebrow.

Harry gulped, “Not really, I think Sirius might be taking me out on the bike later. Otherwise I’ve got nothing else to do. How about you?” his eyes drifted to the hand on him again and he couldn’t quite decide how he felt about it.

“Oh I’m going to pay an old friend a visit later. I’ll apologise now for leaving you alone with my lunatic of a husband.”

The hand left his arm and Remus shifted himself almost awkwardly on the sofa, crossing his legs. Harry gave a wobbly smile, “I’m used to him by now, I’m not sure he can surprise me anymore.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure.” The werewolf said as if he were trying to be funny but actually meaning it completely.

They sat in a tense silence for a minute before Harry smacked his hands down on his knees. “Right, I’m gonna grab a nap...I’m knackered. I’ll see you later.” He pushed himself up.

“See you.” Remus muttered quietly.

Harry walked towards the door, mentally cursing himself for being such a wuss. He should just ask Remus what was up, maybe that way they could solve this thing that was going on between them. He hated feeling so tense around him. Huffing, he shook his head at himself, pausing just outside the door to flash a glance over his shoulder. Remus was slumped over, elbows on his knees and his head buried in his hands. His fingers were tugging at his hair and he looked tense all over. Harry swallowed the lump in his throat, turned and made his way up the stairs, wondering about what he had done to get Remus to dislike him so much.

oOOoOOoOOo

“For Merlin’s sake!” Remus spat, giving his hair a sharp tug just to punish himself a little bit.

He wished Sirius was here, at least he could have diffused the situation. Could have taken Harry’s attention away from him for just a second. He had tried, so hard, to seem normal and yet he knew without a doubt that he had failed again. Harry was not so versed in hiding his emotions and shock had been written all over his pretty little face. Remus had touched him because...well he didn't actually know why, whether it was for his benefit or for Harry’s, he wasn’t quite sure. He had even tried flirting, sliding his hand up Harry’s arm, moving closer. He had to fight with Moony just to stop himself from pushing Harry down on the sofa and kissing him until he was a quivering wreck before yanking off the boys trousers and doing a hell of a lot more to him.

It was hard, so hard, to sit beside Harry and pretend everything was normal while Moony growled at him to take him. Take him, take him, take him! That’s all that ran through his mind when Harry was around, that along with every possessive thought someone could have about another person. If he was honest with himself, he had been waiting in the living room for Harry to get home and when he had, smelling so strongly of vanilla body wash, Moony wanted to stake his claim. It was obvious what Harry had done when he was away, what he had done with Ginny. He had let that little madam rut all over him, had been inside of her. The thought made his chest rumble and his face twist into a sneer. There was surely no way Harry could enjoy doing that with her; not if he was really supposed to be theirs.

He had heard the quickening of his boy’s heart when he touched him. Had seen the dilation of his pupils. There must be some subconscious part of Harry that wanted him, or maybe it wasn’t just subconscious, maybe Harry knew and couldn’t tell them. Maybe he thought they would be angry or that they would reject him. Remus groaned. Sirius was right for once, they really did need to show more interest in Harry, just so that he couldn’t persuade himself that they wouldn’t happily accept what he wanted to give them. He had to do that without freaking Harry out and without losing control.

“Fuck.” He grunted, sitting back against the couch and rubbing his forehead, trying to push the thoughts from his mind. It was all too much and on top of it all his cock was marble hard and pressing painfully against his zip. He struggled for a moment, wondering what to do, before he gave into himself and practically tore his trousers open.

His dick sprung up out of his slacks and he let out a long sigh of relief as the air hit his heated flesh. His hand automatically wrapped around it, squeezing slightly. His eyes fluttered shut and a grunt escaped his lips. He gave himself a slow, long stroke and then another before he realised what he was doing and let go.

“Idiot.” He muttered to himself. Wanking wouldn’t make any of this better, all it would do was relieve the pressure below his belt but then after that he was just left dissatisfied and sticky.

“Well, well.”

Remus jumped, his head shooting towards the door as his heart raced in his chest. he let out a sigh of relief when he saw Sirius leaning against the doorframe, his trademark smirk on his face. The man looked Remus up and down, his eyes lingering on where the werewolf’s cock was jutting out of his trousers.

“Don’t make me jump like that again.” Remus mumbled embarrassedly, rushing to tuck himself away.

“You don’t need to put that away.” Sirius teased, padded over, “I quite liked the way you looked, cheeks flushed with nerves, thick cock sticking out your pants─”

“Shut up.” Remus smacked his husband gently on the chest, “You’re voracious.”

“You love it.” Sirius settled on Remus’ lap, straddling him and placing his hands on the man’s shoulders. He leant in, pressing a kiss to his cheeks before whispering in his ear. “I would have loved to walk in on you just like this but with our Harry on his knees in front of you, your big cock stretching his gorgeous mouth.”

Remus roared, his hands gripping Sirius’ hips hard enough to bruise. He buried his face in his husbands neck, his teeth nipping the skin sharply as his hips rocked. “Mine!” he snarled.

Sirius grinned, “Yeah, Moony, yours.” He ground his hips down, wiggling slightly.

“I want him!” Moony grunted, he lifted Sirius and placed him down on the sofa beside him before heading towards the door.

Sirius’ eyes widened and he jumped up, grabbing hold of Moony’s hand. “No, babe, you can’t have him yet.” Talking to the wolf rather than the man was always a lot harder. He couldn’t boss Moony around because he would get in trouble and Moony didn't really think before he behaved. If the wolf got his way he’d be up there right now having Harry screaming his name before marking the boy so that no one else could touch him. Yanking his arm away, Moony snarled at Sirius before moving away. The animagus winced, suddenly regretting teasing a frustrated werewolf about the little mate he couldn’t have yet. He rushed after his alpha, trying to grab at him but being shoved off each time.

“Moony you have to be patient!” he said, “You’ll scare him if you go up there now.” He traipsed up the stairs behind Remus, sweat beading on the back of his neck as his stomach rolled with nerves. He wondered whether he would be able to snap Remus out of it before he woke Harry up by doing something to him that may make him call the aurors.

“Mine!” Moony snapped again, reaching the top floor and walking towards Harry’s bedroom door.

“No!” Sirius whispered strongly, pushing Remus into the wall beside Harry’s door. The werewolf grabbed his arms, growling wildly and snarling in Sirius’ face.

“Get off.” He snapped his teeth, “I’m having him!” he gave Sirius a shove, sending the man stumbling back.

“Fuck it.” Sirius muttered to himself as Remus pushed the door open, letting it swing back and hit the wall quietly. He stilled then and Sirius heard him sniffing. He looked past the man who was standing in the doorway to see Harry on the bed, lying on his front, asleep. One leg bent up to the side, his arms under his head. “Moony, stop now!” he stepped up behind the man, his hands gripping Remus’ biceps. “If you scare him, he won’t ever want us.”

Moony cocked his head, as if that sentence made its way through. Sirius sighed, hoping to end this now. He was a class A idiot, he’d admit that. And he would happily take the telling off Remus will give him once he resurfaced. “My boy.” Moony said quietly. He pulled away from Sirius, walking slowly towards Harry.

Sirius held his breath, his heart beating in his throat. There was nothing more he could do now as he watched his animalistic husband stroll towards the bed. He prayed that Moony wouldn’t wake Harry up, they’d have a lot of explaining to do if he did. Not that Harry wouldn’t believe anything they told him. The boy was trusting after all. Whimpering softly, Sirius’ eyes followed Remus as the man crouched down by the bed, right beside Harry’s face. His hand reached out and pressed against Harry’s bare back.

The werewolf let out a sound that was similar to a purr, a sound that portrayed pleasure, and ran his hand the length of Harry’s spine. The boy shifted in his sleep, letting out a quiet moan. Sirius winced again, knowing that the boy couldn’t make those noises without something coming from it. Moony’s lips curved and he leant his face in, inhaling the teen’s scent and closing his eyes as he revelled in it. Sirius saw his tongue peak out, saw it ghost over Harry’s mouth. His eyes widened and he shot forward but came to a halt when Moony leant back again, not going any further.

He was about to have a heart attack, that was for sure, and the way Moony was running his hand along Harry’s back didn't help. Getting a feel of their mate. A little jealousy pawed at Sirius but he ignored it, focussing on trying to find a way of getting them out of here before his godson woke up and demanded to know what was going on.

“Moony, come on. Let’s get out of here.” he whispered harshly.

Moony threaded his fingers in Harry’s hair and Sirius could see them combing through the silky locks. He jigged impatiently and nervously on the spot before tip-toeing closer, coming to a stop just beside his wayward mate. He placed his hand on top of Moony’s and slipped it from Harry’s hair without much fuss. Looking down, he realised that it wasn’t actually Moony he was dealing with now and he let out a sigh of relief at the fact. He would be able to get Remus out without a problem, but when he saw the look on his wolf’s face, he paused and let him stare at their younger mate a moment longer.

He knew it was hard on the both of them, but for Remus it was probably twice as bad. It was his werewolf that was being denied his mate after all; the person that was born for him; another section of his soul. And he wasn’t allowing himself to have what belonged to him. For Sirius it was just unrequited love, one that he was more than willing to work on getting under Harry’s skin until the boy was forced to realise that he loved Sirius too. But for Remus it was as if there was a part of him that had been separated by force and that he couldn’t just take back. He had to get Harry, a boy half their age who had a lot more than the average teenage worries to think about, to realise that he may be gay and he may belong to his late father’s best friends. In Remus’ mind, that was impossible and so he didn't want to try for risk of pushing Harry away. It was like dangling his favourite treat in front of his nose and snatching it away every time he decided he would go for it. And it broke his heart.

Sighing softly, Sirius stroked his husbands cheek and crouched down beside him, throwing a look over his shoulder to make sure Harry was still sleep. He was, his eyes moving behind the thin, veined flesh of his eyelids. He looked back to Remus and let his lips curve into a reassuring smile, keeping his thumb moving on the other man’s cheekbone.

“Hey.” He muttered, staring into his lover’s amber eyes.

Remus dropped his gaze, looking down at the floor in obvious disgust at himself. “I’m sorry.” He said, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Oh no you don’t.” Sirius frowned, forcing Remus to look at him, “There is nothing to be sorry about. I pushed it. Besides, nothing happened, we’re all good. Now let’s get out of here before he wakes up, otherwise I’m going to have to pull some excused out of my backside and we both know that never works.”

A smile quirked Remus’ lips and he let out a small chuckle, knowing full well what Sirius was on about. He nodded and stood up, taking another long look at Harry. Soaking in all the detail he could in that moment, when their boy was unaware, before traipsing out of the room.

Sirius took a deep breath, letting it out in a huff. He shook his head, wondering just how close they could have gotten, before he moved slowly towards the door. He just reached the handle, curling his fingers around it, when Harry let out a deep groan and the sounds of shifting made Sirius freeze. He hoped to hell that the boy hadn’t been awake the whole time. As much as he wanted Harry to know about them, he wanted it to come from his or Remus’ mouth, in a civilised conversation. Or a heated, shag interrupted conversation. Either way, he didn't want his boy to hear it by chance and then keep the knowledge hidden from them while he panicked about what to do.

“Sirius?” Harry’s voice was groggy and sleep-ridden.

Sirius turned to see Harry rubbing his eyes and yawning, stretching his legs out ramrod straight and grunting as his muscles pulled taut. He was a sight to behold, their mate. “Hey, sorry for waking you, I was coming to see whether you wanted to go for that ride. I can leave you to sleep.”

Harry yawned again but shook his head, “Nah, I sleep all the time these days...I’d much rather come out with you.” He slipped from the bed and stretched his arms above his head. Sirius’ eyes fell to a mark on Harry’s neck, a faint pink smudge that Sirius knew, all too well, was a love bite. He had been on both the giving and receiving end of those for years now.

He had known, when Harry had mentioned the plans, what he and Ginny were going to be doing while at the Leaky Cauldron. It had been obvious from the blush on his face, but even so they would have known. Sirius hated it, truly hated it, but there was nothing he could do about it now. He had hoped, and no doubt Remus had too, that Harry would have waited. That he had been too busy or rather he just found sex with Ginny repulsive, but Sirius had been a teenager once and he knew just how much hormones reigned the body at Harry’s age.

“Has Remus gone to see his friend?” Harry asked as he threw his shirt on.

“I think so.” Sirius said, “I’m not sure when he’ll be back though.”

“No worries, I was just wondering.” Harry turned to his godfather, watching the man enough to make Sirius fidget. He sighed then and the older man frowned, cocking his head.

“Is everything okay?” he asked, stepping into the room more and pushing the door most of the way shut, just in case Remus hadn’t left yet. Harry didn't answer straight away, instead he sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at his hands. Sirius walked over and sat beside him, knowing that there was something going on with his boy that was troubling him. He put his hand on the back of Harry’s neck, a place he liked to have contact with, and stroked the skin there with his thumb. “What’s wrong Pup?”

Harry looked at him and their faces were close enough that Sirius could lean in and press their lips together before he would even realise what he was doing. He was tempted, so tempted, but he knew that it wouldn’t go down so well. He was definitely looking forward to the days that he could kiss Harry whenever he wanted.

“Did I do something to make Remus dislike me?” Harry asked and Sirius’ mouth dropped open in shock.

“Of course not. Why do you ask that?”

The younger wizard shrugged, “It just...he’s been different for a while now. Like he doesn’t like being around me. I know he tries to be nice but it’s as if it’s so much effort for him. If I’m causing problems I will find somewhere else to go, it won’t be a problem.”

“Merlin Harry, we don’t want you to leave. Remus doesn’t hate you at all, he’s just under a lot of stress recently. Moony’s riding him hard at the moment.” Sirius moved a bit closer, the hand on Harry’s neck shifting across the boys shoulders so that he could pull him in against him. He gave Harry a squeeze. “I’m sorry you feel this way, I didn't realise. Is that why you’ve been avoiding us this week?”

A blush flared in Harry cheeks almost immediately and Sirius sighed. “I just don’t want to be a bother for you two. You’ve done a lot for me.”

“You are never a bother. Understand? We love you Harry.” He meant it more than Harry would know, but he said it anyway, just to get him used to hearing it. Once he accepted them, he wouldn’t go a day without knowing how much they loved him. “I’ll talk to Remus─”

“No!” Harry interrupted, “No don’t talk to him. If he’s stressed because of Moony I don’t want him to have more to worry about. Now I know it’s okay. I was just getting worried is all.”

Sirius let him go, rubbing his back before standing, “Alright, I won’t talk to him. Let’s go for that ride.”

Harry smiled up at him and nodded, “Come on then.”

They walked together down the stairs and into the back garden where Sirius’ bike stood all proud and shiny. He hadn’t seen Remus on the way through so he assumed the man had left straight away. It was getting dark now; the sky a deep grey which would be able hide them slightly. A notice-me-not charm would do the rest. Sirius straddled his bike, his fingers curling around the handlebars. He looked back at where Harry was standing, watching him.

“Get on then.” Sirius demanded, jerking his chin towards him. He watched as Harry swallowed thickly and wandered over. His thighs tensed as he thought about having Harry pressed up against his back and he had to prepare himself for it.

“Alright, alright.” Harry said as he slipped on behind him.

Sirius closed his eyes at the feeling of Harry’s legs either side of him. The boy pressed his chest against Sirius’ back and linked his hands around the man. The animagus cleared his throat and opened his eyes again, grabbing the goggles from the handlebars, he gave some to Harry and put his own pair on.

“Ready?” he asked.

Harry’s arms tightened around him and he gave a quiet, “Yeah.”

Sirius grinned, “Yeah.” He repeated, turning the bike on and revving the engine, “Well, here we go.” He took one more second and then gave it his all, shooting off into the air, Harry’s delighted yell filling his ears.
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