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Sleeping Dogs	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 69093 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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CH2—Looking For More
Harry didn't return to the Forbidden Forest for weeks. Not that he didn't think about it constantly. The majority of his thoughts were consumed on the dark place and what had happened the day he couldn't remember. And when he wasn't thinking of that, he was thinking of the night he awoke, his body aching for something he was certain was very wrong.
Harry hadn't gone into the forest, a part of him very much afraid of what he was beginning to understand must have happened. Someone... or something... had put itself in his dirty hole... had cum inside him the same way he was now squirting every morning, waking up hard and tenting his sheets... and he had liked it. His hole twitched every time he thought of it, reminding him that he must have liked it, because even though his hole hurt, it also made his prick hard. He would walk the edge of the forest sometimes, feeling eyes boring into him, forcing him to think of the ache that night and how his body wanted more.
Harry was restless again, bored with no one to talk to. Ron and Hermione had started getting real lovey-dovey, and Harry hated being around the two like that. It only reminded him of how alone he felt, how fucked up he was for wanting these strange, abnormal things, while everyone else was content with being average.
Remembering that his godfather was hiding in the forest, Harry thought maybe he could talk to him. Not so much about the strange ache—he didn't want to talk to anyone about that, knowing very well he was terrible for it—but just to have someone to talk to that wouldn't care that Harry wasn't just like everyone else. Sirius never seemed to like Ron and Hermione, had thought they were too soft and childish, so he probably wouldn't mind that Harry didn't seem to fit in with the two of them anymore.
Sirius was waiting for him, it seemed, sitting in a clearing next to a large tree with branches that spread out forever.
“Hey Siri,” Harry waved, running up to meet the man. He held out a bag of food, not sure why Sirius wasn't saying anything. “Sirius, hey, you okay?” Harry asked, sitting next to the strong man and leaning up against him.
Sirius took a controlled breath, trying to keep himself still. Harry was a spitfire of energy, bright and bouncing, and currently trying to hug him. He could feel the presence of at least two creatures, both having followed Harry to his godfather. They had run at the smell of Sirius, but who knew what would have happen if he hadn't been there?
“Harry... its dangerous for you to be here,” Sirius said gruffly, even as he opened his arms and embraced the boy. Harry held on tight, breathing in to Sirius's neck for long moments, not wanting to let go.
“Oh Siri, you're always worried over something. I brought food, good food.” Harry let go and turned to open up the bag, revealing sweets, as well as smuggled lunch from the Great Hall.
Sirius looked Harry over, eye lighting on his proud, beaming smile, and then down to his long, slender limbs and overly large clothes. There was a strange scent to his godson... something Sirius couldn't put his finger on, but made him keep smelling, keep looking. What he did know for certain was that the boy was free of fear, not only of Sirius but of the forest. Clearly his lesson had not stuck.
Grumbling over how the little fool would have thought it was a smart idea to walk around the forest with food in a pack, Sirius grabbed for something sweet and chocolate. Moony would be very upset with him for punishing Harry. His honey eyed mate was always so stern when it came to teaching lessons, much more reserved and dull, especially when with children.
Although, when Moony was near Harry's age he had taught quite the toothsome lesson to James, right before the full moon. James had not been one to complain... well, not by the end of it, anyways. Moony had always been very compelling when the moon was on him.
“Harry, love, what happened the last time you came into the forest?” Sirius asked softly, curious to see what Harry remembered after his memory charm. He must have taken too much if the boy felt safe to walk there alone. Sirius had hoped the pain would have stayed with Harry, but then again, pain did eventually fade.
Harry stilled at the question, fiddling with the grass on the ground. “...Dunno.” He had a sinking suspicion, not really needing to remember to be really certain that something—something male at that—had coupled with him. But he wasn't going to tell Sirius that, didn't want the man to know just how wrong he was inside.
Sirius pressed, studying Harry's face. “It was only two weeks or so ago. Don't tell me you've forgotten so soon?” The boy was worrying at his lip in a fascinating fashion. Not like James at all, really. Much softer and sweet, but still with a familiar steel in those green eyes when facing down danger.
“Siri, were you there?” Harry asked, picking up on the man's words. “I can't remember the day, but that something must have... hurt me...” Harry trailed off, not willing to talk more about it as he remembered the wicked, dirty ache.
Sirius stretched his long legs out, giving the boy a side glance as Harry squirmed where he sat, more of that new scent wafting to him. Bitch... it was definitely a bitch scent, or so Padfoot seemed to think as the dog whined persistent in Sirius's head.
Sirius had been spending a lot of his time as Padfoot while in the forest, and before while in the prison. Most times he felt he had become more dog than man, and unfortunately, Padfoot had not been dealing well with the circumstances, having gone nearly feral. Apparently so was Sirius, because even though Harry might smell like a damn dog bitch, he was clearly a small boy, and Sirius shouldn't be having such a hard time distinguishing the difference.
Sirius tried to focus on talking, a very human thing to do. “Harry, I was very clear with you last time. It is too dangerous in this forest. Voldemort is looking for any chance he can get to capture and kill you.”
Harry looked up, scowling. “I'm not some sort of weakling, Siri.”
Sirius took a long, deep breath, counting to ten. He wanted to control himself this time. He didn't want to hurt the scrap of a boy.
“Really? Did you feel particularly strong when you finally woke up?”
Harry shivered. Sirius's voice was barely restrained of the wild anger underneath. Sometimes Siri was frightening, his jaw tense as if waiting to snap. Harry thought of that night but he could not remember if he felt strong. He had felt... sore... and hot...
Sirius watched a change come over Harry, the boy's clear eyes clouding and a flush rising to his cheeks. The scent was suddenly overpowering, damn near irresistible, and Sirius was beginning to feel that strange red from last time when he had lost all control. It was time to get the boy the fuck back to the castle and to safety, and far away from monsters like himself.
“Harry, I think its time you went back.”
Harry shook his head, glaring. “Why are you trying to get rid of me, Siri? Am I so much of a bother to be around?”
Sirius barked in angry laughter. “Harry, if you could remember properly, I believe you'd be running for the hills right now. Now go!” he snarled.
“You're a prat,” Harry muttered, reluctantly getting to his feet. Sirius was staring, glaring holes into him while the man ran his wild eyes over him. “I'm already here. What's it matter if I stay a while? Its not like you'd let anything get me,” he whined, still refusing to actually pick up his things and go.
“Harry.” Sirius's voice was hoarse and full of warning.
“...What?” Harry scuffed his sneaker in the dirt, digging a small hole.
The boy was biting his red, wet lip again, looking crestfallen at the idea of leaving. Sirius really needed to remind him that he should not want to be around him, and Padfoot was agreeing, having many suggestions on how to do that. “Come here.”
Sirius had that manic look in his blue eyes that left little choice to the order. Harry walked over to the man, eyes widening when he was grabbed around the waist and pulled in tight. Sirius's face burrowed into Harry's flat stomach, the man's sharp, white teeth biting into his t-shirt as large hands held him in place.
Heat was flooding Harry. Sirius's face was very close to Harry's groin, the bristle of the man's jaw prickling where it brushed through his shirt. “Siri, what are you—hey!” Sirius's teeth nipped his flesh, pinching between the fabric.
“You're not being very smart, Harry. Unless you're looking for trouble... Which... I'm getting the suspicion you are.” He bit Harry again, the boy yelping in reply. The scent was even stronger here, musk and sex and fucking need. It took everything in him not to throw the boy down and mount him.
“Now, I am going to let you go.” He groaned, fighting the dog howling in him to continue. “You are going to walk out of this forest. And you are not to return again. Do you understand me?”
Harry shook his head, trying to clear his mind. Sirius looked so odd, biting at his stomach, eyes bright with something intense. “Siri... I don't want to leave.”
Sirius grabbed Harry's wrists painfully at the answer, the red rising again at his disobedience. “I won't warn you again.”
Harry shuddered, Sirius having lifted his shirt up with his face to growl heat into his exposed flesh and making him feel dizzy from the touch. Then Sirius was biting again, nipping painfully at his flesh, pulling yelps and cries from him as he turned his stomach red and bruised. “Stop—shit! Siri! It hurts...”
His protest only made Sirius bite him harder, pulling on his wrists until Harry was tumbling down to his knees. Sirius pushed him back on the dusty ground, pinning Harry's hands to his side while continuing his bizarre assault. Now Sirius was licking him between bites, his large, flat tongue trailing hot liquid on Harry's stomach, making his teeth slip every time he nipped.
He was running out of room, every spot of Harry's thin stomach having been bit painfully, which forced Sirius to bite over blossoming bruises, lick over burning flesh while Harry quivered, small quiet gasps replacing his yelps as he got used to the maddening sensation.
Noticing the change, Sirius pulled his face up, looking up Harry's heaving form to find the boy staring back, glasses awry, eyes glaring green, lips parted red as he gasped. Sirius almost stopped then, seeing just how young he was, rebellious and naïve even then. But then Harry licked his tongue out, tracing over a raw spot on his lower lip where he had bit himself to keep from crying out, and Sirius could not stop.
The boy's flesh filled his senses, scent and sight as he grabbed both of Harry's wrists in his one hand, tore through his shirt with the other, and pulled the scraps off his narrow frame. Harry gaped at him, eyes wide in shock, and Sirius imagined maybe he was starting to understand what he was in for.
“Siri... it's wrong...” Harry whimpered, eyes fixed on where Sirius was undoing his fly, long fingers pushing against the surprising hardness hidden beneath Harry's oversized jeans. Sirius didn't seem to hear, pulling the zipper apart, one handedly pushing Harry's jeans down, over his narrow hips, down his thighs and knees, and then off once free of his shoes. Harry was almost nude now, just sneakers, socks, and underwear clinging sweatily while dust filled his senses, dust and Sirius's wild blue eyes, daring him to fight back.
Harry didn't, breathing heavy and watching dazed as Sirius pressed his palm into the tent in his white briefs, then followed down, cheek and rough bristle prickling against his cloth covered erection, making him gasp and squirm. “Stop... it's not right...”
Sirius growled, moving up and biting Harry's waistband and pulling, lifting Harry's briefs and then hips up with his teeth. Then with his free hand, pushed the fabric down, over the boy's hips and trembling thighs, tearing it down and off the rest of the way with a jerking motion.
“What makes you the fucking authority on right and wrong, Harry?” Sirius growled darkly, moving back up the boy's body. “You can't even figure out enough to keep the fuck out of one forest, even after I left you torn and ruined. You're hardly someone to take advice from, seeing as you just came back for more of what I gave you last time.”
“No—I c-couldn't remember!” Harry yelped out, Sirius biting him again, lower on the taut flesh of his hips.
“You fucking knew,” Sirius taunted. “I left you full of seed and covered in bruises. What the fuck did you think had happened to you?” He bit the other side of Harry's bony hip, running hot breath over the boy's straining dick as he moved, laughing cruelly when it twitched in want.
“I didn't—stop! I-I didn't know... it was you!” Harry choked out, Sirius's hand grabbing his left knee and pushing his leg up, forcing him to hook over the man's shoulder.
“So... what?” Sirius asked silkily, rage glinting in his blue eyes. “You just came back in here, hoping to find what fucked you broken, and feed it a bloody lunch?”
“No, oh god.. stop it, Siri—fucking stop!” Sirius pushed fingers into his hole undeterred, and Harry threw his head back, shoulders crashing into the ground painfully as he was roughly breeched. “...you ass!”
“Did you think I was fucking nice about it the first time? Though I was some sweet lover that was waiting to take you away? Maybe some upperclassman that had an eye on you... stole some kisses behind the bushes...?” Glaring, he watched as Harry writhed, arms trying to jerk free, untrapped leg digging his shoe into the ground to attempt to push off the two fingers Sirius had buried into his hole.
“Siri... oh god... it feels... it feels so full...” Harry groaned, body arching as Sirius thrust his fingers in and out of his clenching channel. “Sore... and full...”
“Oh Harry, it is going to get a lot worse, don't you worry. I'm going to make you fucking raw, so this time you won't forget. I'm going to fucking bruise the lesson in, so your body will remember... Is that what you came back for, Harry? To remember what I did to you?”
“No... no...” Harry gasped between cries, head heavy against the ground, rolling back and forth fitfully. Harry could not fully remember why he had come back, something about being bored with his life, and needing to fill the emptiness inside. He had not remembered what exactly had happened in the forest, but his body seemed to, his hips bucking into Sirius's fingers, impaling him deeper even though his mind knew just how wrong it was to do that.
He was hot all over, body tingling, stomach burning from the bruises Sirius had bitten into him. And hard, he was so achingly hard. He squeezed his eyes shut to block out Sirius's dark smile, the man hovering over his prick and breathing as he shoved his long, dirt stained fingers into him.
Suddenly Harry's wrists were free. Shakily, he slammed his fists down on Sirius's wide shoulders, the man snorting in laughter. Then the fingers were out of him, leaving Harry feeling cold and empty inside, his hole clenching around nothing. He squirmed at the loss, grabbing at Sirius's hair, the long mane loose today and dusty feeling. He pulled, trying to get the man away from his current position, cruel lips pressing a mean kiss to the top of Harry's bobbing cock.
“Stop, you bastard!” Harry growled, cuffing Sirius off the side of the head, and then freezing as the man went deathly still. Slowly Sirius met his gaze, large hands grabbing Harry's hips and pulling him down the abrasive ground, scraping his bare back against rocks and twigs.
“Can you make me?” Sirius asked lowly, mouth resting on Harry's cheek as his body was folded, knee still trapped on Sirius's shoulder. “How are you going to defend yourself against Voldemort, if you can't even stop me?” There was rustling beneath his words, a zipper so familiar in Harry's ears tearing open, hands pushing at his thighs, spreading him wide.
“Every creature in this fucking forest could have you, Harry, on your back, spread like a whore. You can't stop them. So stop coming back here.” Then Sirius was pulling him down, his thick, hard length splitting into him, and all Harry could do was sob at the feeling of fullness.
“Look how fucking easy it is, Harry... You're so fucking easy... How many times will you come back, just so I'll remind you of that?”
“God ...It's too much—please stop...”
“No... and you can't... fucking... make me...” Sirius licked at Harry's gasping face, tasting sweat and tears as he drove into the boy's tight hole. He hooked his forearm under Harry's other leg, pulling it up, bending the boy tighter until he could barely move, and then pushed all his weight into his thrusts.
Harry clawed dull nails at his back, struggling to keep his head up so he could breathe. It was too big... too thick and long... and Sirius was snapping into him, making sure it hurt.
But it didn't just hurt, it burned, his channel clenching tight from the friction, something inside being hit sharply, wonderfully, pulling cry after desperate cry as Sirius moved in him. He could feel a tension building inside him, each jerking thrust bringing Harry closer to something... so fucking close...
Sirius gave a shout, slamming into Harry as the boy bucked and came between them with a great sob. “You fucking slut... you did come back for this... My god... what your father would say...” He continued to slam into the clutching boy, taking his pleasure as the body around him trembled and shook, his small form likely feeling every ache and pain as Harry's orgasm left him.
“That's it... that's it... cry about it, love... Remember that this is what you're going to get every time you trespass into my domain,” Sirius whispered huskily into Harry's ear as the boy cried breathless tears. “You'll remember now, won't you? Will fucking listen this time... right?” He slowed his thrusts, drawing them out in long, hard movements as he listened to Harry sob.
“Oh fuck... look at you... fucking tight, Potter. I know what kind of animal you are, and so does everything in this forest that smells it on you. The kind begging for cock... my cock, shoved deep inside. I thought I was punishing you... but no, this is what you wanted all along, you little slut... What you need... Yes... fucking mine...” Sirius slammed in a final time, holding Harry's hips until his knuckles were white, pulling the boy down to meet him and fill him with his searing seed.
Harry just gasped on the ground, fighting to breathe around the cloying wetness in his mouth and nose. And then around Sirius's tongue, the man kissing him ferociously, biting his lips sore, tasting his saliva and teeth and tongue with demanding force, until all Harry could do was let him, opening wider, pulling in air when he could.
“What do I take away... this time, Harry?” Sirius asked, now lapping up Harry's face, tasting him like a dog while his dick was still buried deep inside. “Too much, and we'll have to do this... all over again. Not enough... and you'll have to know... just how much of a filthy slut you are...”
Harry jerked at the question, his whole body responding achingly and clutching around the hardness still inside him. “Oh god... Sirius, don't do this... don't do this again...”
“Don't come back here, little boy,” Sirius murmured, tongue curling around Harry's ear, teeth nipping lightly. “And I won't have to... Now choose... You can remember... or you can repeat...”
“I can't... I can't, Siri!” Harry wailed, Sirius moving in him again, thrusting slow, burning pumps into him. “I don't want either...”
“Choose... it's the kindest thing I can offer right now...” Sirius said, fingers probing between them, around Harry's sore hole where his length was still stretching him.
“I don't... I don't want to remember...” Harry moaned, knowing what that meant, knowing he would be back again, folded under Sirius's weight. Knowing that he had already been, had maybe even made the very same choice and could not remember it.
“That's it... just like a good slut...” Still slowly pumping into him, Sirius drew his wand, placing it to Harry's head. “I'll see you next time, Harry. It'll be tight, I promise...”

Harry woke dazed, the world spinning around him. Slowly, he realized he was on the ground, his pack strewn before him, cuts on the back of his hands resting in front of his eyes.
Oh god... it was that feeling again. Inside him, something hot and wet dripping inside him. He groaned, stretching slowly, feeling his body and every new sore bruise, every muscle he had forgotten he had, aching and tight as if he had just been through a marathon and left collapsed and broken on the ground.
Harry fumbled for his glasses, slipping them on to confirm that he was indeed in the Forbidden Forest. He wasn't sure how he had gotten there, but he had remembered intending to go, extremely tired of Ron and Hermione being gushy with each other. Sick of feeling alone and numb.
Hell, he wasn't feeling numb now, though. He hurt, everywhere. Ached, burned, bled. He was anything but numb.
Groaning again, Harry pushed himself to his knees, his body making noises of complaint. Oh hell, he could feel it inside him, slipping out his battered hole and dripping down, catching on his thighs, slick collecting where his underwear pinched his legs. Gaping, he reached with one arm, pressing his palm into his growing erection, wishing he didn't like how good it felt inside when he knew, fucking knew it was so very wrong.
His body and mind were in disagreement, and his body again was winning. He had stopped trying to get up, instead spreading his legs wide and lying back on the ground, rubbing into the dirt and grass, gasping as he imagined the feel of what had to have been inside him, stretching him wide, pushing him down. Harry's hand had just made it inside his jeans and around his aching prick when he came suddenly, eyes closing, mouth gaping a wordless cry.
He lay panting in the dirt, face buried in the warm soil. There was something really fucking wrong with him. God, so fucking wrong... Wrong for liking it... wrong for wanting it again... wrong for knowing it had to be Sirius.
He had left his paw prints, familiar collections of toes and pads pressing up from the dirt. They circled around Harry, as if Padfoot had not left until making sure he was all in one piece. The invisibility cloak was there, next to his torn shirt, his jeans and underwear safely on his persons. But Harry knew that was a lie, because it was dripping down, inside and out, and he was not intact.
Harry got to his feet unsteadily, his thin limbs shaking under the weight of his body. He felt light headed and groggy, and wondered how he was going to make it back to the castle safely like this. He had his wand. He had the cloak. He was stiff and sore, but he could walk. Wrapping the smooth material around his body, Harry tried not to gasp at the sensation, his flesh seemingly extra sensitive to everything.
Grabbing his things, Harry made his way back, determined not to think of what must have happened, and why part of him liked it so much.
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