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Sleeping Dogs	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 69093 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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CH3—The Mutt Wakes Up
Harry spent the next weeks feeling unimaginably dirty. His body ached every time he moved, reminding him of what had to have happened in the Forbidden Forest. And his hole, god, it was so sore, raw, for so long, every time he noticed just how much it hurt, he would get hard. Eventually it stopped hurting, and Harry found he needed to find new ways to make it hurt.
He had tried fingers, pushing his own in, too thin and wiry, too short to give him the relief he needed for the constant ache inside him. Harry ached so much, this strange, numb, empty feeling that just needed filling. He had felt that way for a long time, but hadn't realized what would fix it. Not until having stumbled across his godfather during a day he still could not remember, and woken up in bed, dripping inside and feeling as if he had once been full and complete.
When he realized the fingers weren't going to be enough, he had searched for possible solutions around him. It had only made him feel much worse about himself and the empty ache demanding filling. He was looking at everyday things and considering shoving them inside him, dirtying them on his ass. His broom, his pens, hell, even his food as carrots became very interesting. It was horrible, and yet, he couldn't stop thinking it. Couldn't stop wanting something bigger, firmer inside him that could reach just as deep as he needed to feel full again.
Harry had avoided the Forbidden Forest since waking up there. It had been as obvious a warning as Sirius could have ever given him, leaving him cum-soaked and bruised in the dirt, and forcing him to walk back. Harry wanted to go back, and hated himself for that as well. Hated the idea that he wanted his godfather to do what he had to have done, turning the man into nothing more than something that could fill him, instead of the few friendly connections Harry had in his life.
God, but he wanted to be filled, needed it so bad, ached, every morning, fingers twisting inside him, trying to imagine what it must have felt like. He was on his knees every night behind his bed curtains, head buried in his pillow, ass in the air as he rode his fingers. He hated that he couldn't cum any other way, not unless he had fingers buried inside him, and Sirius's wild eyes in his mind.
Harry tried to focus on class. He tried to give his attention to interesting things like DADA, where Professor Lupin was teaching more about werewolves, something Harry was extremely interested in since finding out Remus Lupin was one. The man never seemed it, always look so deceptively shabby and docile. But Harry had noticed once, when Remus had been forced to save a student from their own spell rebounding back, that the man was strong and fast, vicious in his immediate assessment of the threat and lacking hesitation on how to deal with it.
Harry wondered if Remus had been like that during his own years at school. He wondered how Sirius and Remus and his father had gotten on, two canines and a stag. He kept wondering if Sirius had ever filled anyone else's ache, the way he had Harry's.
Remus had seemed concerned with Harry lately, almost protective. He didn't think the man knew about Sirius, because certainly the very proper Professor would have said or done something about it. Harry didn't want Remus to know. He didn't want the option to be taken away, when Harry couldn't find something big enough to fill the ache, and went back into the forest to find Sirius to do it for him.
But for now, Harry tried to do it on his own. Because having to go to Sirius was wrong. It was wrong to drag the man into his fucked up perversion of needing... fucking needing something deep inside him. He was avoiding Ron and Hermione more, unable to deal with just how normal they seemed, while Harry was empty and aching and begging to be filled.
The world seemed mundane and boring, even more so once the bruises healed and the soreness faded.

It was a Thursday when Harry read the article in the Daily Prophet. Hermione had shown it to him, worry pinching her face as they read the paragraphs together. Sirius Black, the escaped prisoner, was on the loose and had been spotted near Hogsmeade. A search party was being sent out that weekend to hunt down the dangerous outlaw and capture and execute him once and for all.
Harry forgot to take the invisibility cloak with him, running through the twilight to find Sirius and warn him before it was too late. He had remembered his wand though, steady in his hand as he illuminated the brush around him, trying to feel his way back to where he had woken up under a large tree in a glade.
He did not find the glade, instead something large and predatory moving though the forest, making an alien cry as it attacked Harry. Harry managed to stun it, only to find that it was not alone, the strange, magical creatures hunting in a pack. They were more hesitant after he took out the first one, but eventually they must have realized their numbers outweighed his power, and they rushed him together, throwing him back into a bush of thorns, tearing his hands and face and catching his clothes as he tried to roll and fight back.
There was something else in the dark, something vicious and warm, snapping at the creatures as Harry righted himself. He listened, hearing flesh tearing under jaws, alien howls as the creatures were pushed back. And then, as the rustling faded, a growl, low and dark and very much directed at Harry.
Eyes wide, Harry watched the creature approach, wild blue eyes staring him down in the fast approaching dark, blood and saliva dripping from its heavy black maw. “Padfoot...” Harry gasped, swallowing when the dog growled in response, crouching at him menacingly.
Harry held his hands up, wand quickly slipped into his back pocket. “Paddy, it's me... I have to warn you. The Ministry is sending men in to find you tomorrow night. Someone spotted you at Hogsmeade... Come on, Pads... stop growling at me...”
The dog didn't, fur bristling as it slowly approached Harry. “I was worried, Siri... I didn't want you dead...” Harry whispered hoarsely, not certain why Sirius was still menacing at him, but suddenly remembering the ache again, in desperate need of filling and much stronger than the fear twisting in his stomach. Padfoot leaped up, jaws snapping at Harry's neck but not connecting, paws on his shoulders, pushing him down until Harry gave in and knelt.
Harry knew what the dog wanted, or at least, knew what he thought it wanted, because it was all he could think of as Padfoot continued to snarl at him, snapping at his jeans waistband until Harry unbuttoned his fly and pushed his pants and underwear down his thighs. And then Padfoot was behind him, hot mouth snuffling, pushing into his crack, licking and growling angrily until Harry fell forward on his hands, head bowed down as he panted.
“Oh fuck... Pads that's... that's bad, Pads... you shouldn't—oh!” Harry gasped, eyes squeezed shut at the dog nipped his ass cheek and then continued to lick his hole and balls with its wide, warm tongue. “Oh god... help...” Harry spread his knees as wide as his jeans would allow to keep himself from falling forward, Padfoot nosing into him again, hard and throwing off his balance.
His face hit the dirt, bent arms failing him as Padfoot jumped on him, silky matted fur rubbing against Harry's back. Claws tore carelessly at his shirt as the heavy creature braced itself on Harry's narrow sloping back and began to hump against his crack. Harry gaped, sweat pouring down his dirty, tear streaked face, the dog's large cock finding his entrance and immediately plunging into him with fast, hard thrusts.
“Oh... oh stop... oh hell...” He managed to choke out as fire seared through him, Padfoot slick and long, stretching inside his tight hole.
There was something different to the feel of Padfoot's hard rod, something thicker and sharp that kept bruising into Harry as the heavy dog dug claws in and persisted, fucking him on his knees into the dirt. Each quick, jabbing thrust brought it a little closer, a little deeper, pain searing in his hole as his flesh tried to stretch around the large knot. “Oh god... I can't... c-can't... no... god no...” But it was inside, tearing into him, filling his so deep, stretching so fucking wide as the thrusts changed from wild, fast and desperate, to rocking, hip shaking pounds as the dog's dick tied to him.
Harry could feel his hole closing around and keeping the sharp knot in tight, holding the dog in deep, where it belonged, filling him, filling the ache that refused to be filled any other way. Fuck, he needed help... needed to know that this wasn't as wrong as he knew it to be, because it felt so fucking good inside him. Especially when the wet started, seed filling him so deep, so hot inside him, making him feel fucking real as long as he was slick and full and dripping.
“Fuck Pads... fuck me... fuck...” Harry was whining, face dragging in the dirt, pushing back into the hard pumps trying to break his hips, feeling the silky fur and strong body rocking against him. “Need this... bad... so bad... its so fucking bad... and I need it...” The admission was too much, and Harry came with a cry, hands gripping in the dirt, mouth spilling soil as still, Padfoot reamed into him unrelenting, nails turning his back bloody, cock slicking his hole so wet.
Harry waited, gasping air, waiting for the dog to grow tired, first of fighting, and now of fucking. It was a long while, night fully formed around them, cold settling in. Harry ached, but didn't dare move, not when Pads growled and snapped at him every time he did, demanding he stay still and open for him to receive all the wet seed he had.
Then he was gone, and it was Sirius, fully clothed and wrapping arms around Harry, pressing his entire weight down on him until he was pinned, flat on the ground with Sirius covering him and panting in his ear.
“You could have been fucking killed, you stupid fool. If I had been in the glade, you would have been. How many fucking times, Harry, until I find you dead?” Sirius growled in his ear, voice hoarse and rough with restrained emotion.
Harry didn't say anything, just absorbing the heat of Sirius grinding against him, holding him close. Then he felt it, the slick inside him pouring out without anything to stop it, and he moaned wantonly, lips brushing dirt.
“Fuck, Harry. You fucking liked that, didn't you?” Sirius whispered, biting at his ear while Harry squirmed from the feel of cum gushing out of his sore hole. “You are one nasty little bitch... Fuck... my god...”
Harry was pushing himself up against Sirius, trying to get back on his knees, trying to spread his legs wide as he felt the man hardening behind him. “Siri... need your help...” Harry moaned, pushing his hands into the ground and trying to get leverage. “Need to be filled... so bad...”
“I can see that,” Sirius panted in his ear, shifting and wrapping his arm around Harry's waist and holding the boy against him as he knelt. “Spread your legs wider... yes... just like that... Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me...” Harry grunted out, pushing back, only to have Sirius hold him still. “Please Siri,” he whined, throwing his head back as the man started nipping his neck and shoulder. “God, I need it... fucking need it...”
“You do. You really fucking do, Harry... Because you just had a dog fucking you, and you still need more, don't you?”
“Yes... More...” Harry begged, pushing back only to have Sirius again hold him still, biting harder on his shoulder. “So empty...”
Sirius groaned, free hand running down Harry's side, pushing the boy's shirt up and pulling it off. He let Harry go, shoving him forward so he could pull the boy's jeans off, including shoes and socks and underwear, and then rolled him so he could look down at Harry's tormented expression.
“Are you some sort of bitch, Potter? Some sort of canine bitch in heat?” Sirius asked, eyes raking over the thin, pale boy covered in sweat and scars.
Harry just blinked up at the man, green eyes so unbelievable wide, lips red and swollen with his face streaked in dirt and saliva, hair messy and feathery around his head. Harry opened his mouth as if to speak, but didn't, instead a low moan falling free instead, the boy arching from the sensation of cold air over his hot skin.
“You are... you fucking are...”
Sirius stood, grabbing Harry's clothes, and making sure the boy's wand and glasses were safe in his pocket, and then hauled Harry to his feet. Harry swayed, blinking around, feet edging away from the thorns trying to prick him on the ground. Sirius held an arm out, and Harry moved to him, letting the man lift him up against his chest, arm secure around the bottom of Harry's wet thighs as the boy held on to Sirius's neck.
Sirius carried him to the glade, naked body pressed into his hard warmth, no animal bothering them as long as Harry was covered in Padfoot's scent. And once in the safety of Sirius's lair, the man placed Harry down at the foot of the tree, turned him, and shoved him into the bark, much to Harry's despairing relief.
“Yes.. do it, Siri... need it...” Harry moaned as Sirius grabbed his hips roughly and pulled him closer.
“Hush, love... hush... I'm going to give you what you need.” Sirius promised, mouth pressing to Harry's neck while his hands began to explore the boy's back, running over the raw scratches Padfoot had left behind. “How long have you been like this, Harry? How long have you been begging for it?”
Harry groaned, realizing no filling was coming until he told Sirius what he wanted to know. “Long time... empty a long time... Just didn't know what I needed until... about a month ago...”
“After you blacked out?”
Harry nodded, his nose brushing against the tree trunk and scratching his skin. “Yes... fuck yes...”
“Did you know you wanted men before then?”
Harry shook his head no, mouth opening and tongue pressing to the rough bark before him.
“Had you had sex at least? Some point of reference to know when it changed?”
“No... never even touched myself... It was too dirty...”
Sirius inhaled sharply, pressing up against Harry and licking down the boy's throat. “Oh love, you were fucking born this way... fucking delicious bitch, begging for it slut...”
“No,” Harry groaned, even as he spread his legs wider, pushing back into the bulge behind him.
“Yes,” Sirius growled, pushing him forward harder, hands flying down to his pants and quickly tearing them open. “It happens sometimes... the inner animagus responds to its own... Fuck Harry, you are one of us. You're a fucking dog.”
Harry just whimpered, Sirius's hard, hot cock finally pressing against his hole. “Oh yess... do it... do it...”
“Fucking bitch dog.” Sirius grunted, thrusting in hard, Harry still wet and slick and wide from Padfoot. “I got what you need... Now fucking take it...”
“Yes... oh god...” Harry cried, arms wrapping around the wide tree trunk, legs spreading further as Sirius began to drive into him. “God... so big... so fucking big... just right...”
Sirius growled, pushing the boy's face down into the tree while snapping his hips forward. He slammed in while Harry fucking thanked him for being thick enough, long enough, and hard enough to fill him just the way he needed it. It was just the way Sirius liked to give it to him, and it was all Harry had ever fucking wanted or needed.
Sirius could not draw it out, not with Harry begging and pleading so prettily, so clearly slut and easy, and all fucking his. How Harry had made it so long, not bending over to some rough fuck was beyond Sirius. Now awakened, the boy didn't seem to know or want anything else.
“Fuck... that's it... that's it... so tight... Fucking mine... you're fucking mine, Harry...”
“Y-Yes... make me yours, Siri...” Harry sobbed out, cheek crushed against the bark as Sirius continued to smash his head down, the hold on his hair unyielding.
Sirius filled him with a snarl, slamming so hard that Harry lost his footing and nearly fell, only to have Sirius pin him into the trunk, bark scraping painfully against his erection until Harry came with a weak cry.
“Little longer... fuck yes... fuck...” Sirius ground him forward, smashing Harry's hips into the tree, loving the feel of Harry clenching so demanding around him as the boy took his hot cum.
With a great groan, Sirius pulled out of Harry, grabbing the boy by the shoulders and pulling him away from the trunk that had left bits of bark clinging to Harry's skin. He tugged the boy down to the ground with him, wrapping his larger body around Harry's pale, nude form, and spooning him tight while the boy shook and gasped, trying to calm himself.
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