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Through the Veil and Back Again	By : SpeedyTomato Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 77508 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 13
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Chapter 4

Once in Harry's room, though looking disgusted at the size of it and the state of the bed, Sirius quickly cast every privacy charm he knew on it. Oh, they would hear if someone approached, no problem there, but no one could hear inside, no matter how loud they got. Once that was done, he cast a charm on the window that wouldn't allow anyone to see in. Satisfied with that, he then made the bed into something bigger and far more comfortable. Plopping on it, he grinned at his godson, “And the countdown starts. Less than twenty-four hours and you never have to come back!”

Sitting down in the chair to his desk, Harry grinned back. “Yes! I can't believe it's finally happening! All these years...” trailing off, he just looked at his godfather, not sure what else to say.

“I know, Harry,” Sirius told him with a nod. “We have a lot to do yet, especially with getting around Dumbledore, so the road's not going to be easy. Nor do I know how to go about it. Remus and I are working on it, but we don't have anything planned yet. Don't worry, we'll come up with something.” Stopping, his face took on a serious cast then he said, sighing, “I do want you to prepare, though, because it's doubtful you'll be going back to school in the fall. We can't chance that if we do something to remove you from the reach of Albus. Remus and I, of course, will tutor you and you'll keep up with everyone else, but you won't be able to go.”

“I kinda' assumed that was coming,” Harry said with a shrug. “There's no point in getting me out of his clutches only to send me back to a place he controls.”

“That's what we thought too,” Sirius told him. “I know you have your friends and all that, but once we do this, you won't be able to talk to them for a while. You will eventually, of course, just not right away.”

“I understand,” Harry told him. “Can't be helped. Hermione would run straight to Dumbledore if she got something from me. With him being like he is, he would be able to trace us through that. No, I'm not going to worry about it.”

“Good. Didn't want you upset by that when it happened or for it to come as a surprise,” Sirius told him, looking relieved.

Shifting around into a more comfortable position in the chair, Harry looked at his godfather then asked, “So, what are we going to do? I can't see sitting in this room for twenty-four hours straight. We do have to do things like eat. Honestly? I don't see Uncle Vernon or Aunt Petunia feeding us either. They might be scared of you, but I don't think that's going to happen.”

Chuckling, Sirius shook his head. “No, I don't see that happening either. So, I made sure to take steps to make certain we eat!” Pulling a small basket looking thing, like a mini-picnic basket out of his pocket, he tapped it with his wand. Growing to full size, it was, indeed, a picnic basket. “There is enough food and munchies in here to get us through the night. Remus and I put it together today. Come tomorrow morning, you and I are going shopping. As I don't have a timeline yet on getting you out, I can't do anything about the books for next year. However, what we're going to do is get you clothes, glasses and other necessities. Things the damned Dursley's, nor anyone else, has bothered with when it comes to you. It'll be all Muggle stuff as I'm not about to risk taking you to Diagon Alley. As our glasses are the same as the Muggle's, that's not a problem. As we'll be out and about, I don't see finding something to eat while we do that a problem,” Sirius grinned.

“I can work with that,” Harry nodded, grinning back.

“We're going to do a lot of stocking up for you. I know Muggle clothes don't have spells on them to help keep up with your growing, but I'm sure, between Remus and I, we can work them out. As I don't know how long we're going to have to be in hiding, I want to make sure we get you enough of what you need. Along with that, find some things you like to keep you busy. Once at Grimmauld Place, Remus and I are going to work on owl-ordering you some other things, like magical stuff you might need. This way, once we do have something in place, we can vanish quickly and not have to worry about being traced that way.”

“That all works,” Harry said. Looking at his godfather, he couldn't help but grin again. This was a dream come true for him. He was, after so many years of wishing for such a thing, leaving Privet Drive forever. There would be no coming back. Nor would he have to deal with a family that hated him. He would actually be with beings that cared about him for the first time that he could remember. He liked this!

Sliding back onto the bed, Sirius stretched out then patted beside him for Harry to join him. Like his godson, he was feeling that need to be close.

Without a second thought, Harry kicked off his trainers then walked over to the bed before sliding onto it then stretching out by his godfather, propped up on the pillows by him. Making sure he was touching the man, he sighed contentedly. It felt good and right, like it had on the train ride home. Though, much to his chagrin, his flesh began to rise when he touched Sirius, he ignored it, hoping it wouldn't stiffen anymore. Right now, he just wanted to touch him, nothing more.

Slipping an arm around Harry's shoulders, Sirius began to run his fingers through the young man's hair, shutting his eyes. Oh, that felt good. It felt right and he planned to make sure it kept feeling that way. That 'itchy thing' that had been going on since coming back through the veil was now gone, like it had been on the train. With that, it told him this was part of whatever happened.

Just sitting there, relaxing, Sirius waited for a while before asking, “Did you notice anything else odd on the train? I mean besides the telepathy there?”

“Yeah, there was one other thing. It was odd, but in a good way.” Harry told him lazily. He then went on to describe how touching him had seemed to quiet the voices and made him feel better.

Taking that in, Sirius nodded while his godson talked. “Yeah, that has to be the bond. It must ground you in some way. I'm gathering it didn't stop them entirely?”

“No, it didn't,” Harry shook his head. “It did make it to where it was easier to function though. That I'll take even if it doesn't get rid of them completely. It's a far sight better than the complete overload from them.”

“Yeah, it has to be,” Sirius chuckled. “That'll be one good thing about Grimmauld Place; it'll only be me and Remus around you most of the time. Others will show up here and there for meetings or to check on things. No one but us will be staying there all the time. That'll help. At least until we can figure out a way to get it under control.”

“Under control would be good!” Harry laughed. “I don't know how long I can take things like that, that's for sure! It's enough to make you completely barmy!”

“Oh, I bet it does,” Sirius told him sincerely. “Remus and I are working on looking up things to see what might help. We should be able to find something to even 'dim' it slightly. I think, though, if there is a third in this, they might be the key to it. If it's mutes when you touch me, between the two it might kill the whole thing, at least while we're touching. As we don't even know who that is right now, it's only a guess. Nor do I have a clue who it might be. Your mum said you'll know them when you touch them. I guess we're going to have to wait and see with that.”

Pulling a face, Harry sighed, “Right now I'm not liking to touch a whole lot of people, especially if I know them decently. Those visions I get when I do that are bad. Not to mention the headaches I get from them afterwards.”

As Harry had told him over the last few days about the increasing frequency of those visions when it came to those he knew, Sirius understood what he was saying. “That we have to work on as well. We think we might have something for it that could work but it will look damned suspicious to everyone; reinforced dragon-hide gloves. It was our thought that if you didn't make direct contact, it might not trigger things. However, the downside there is everyone is going to think something is up if you wear those all the time. Because of what they are, they are also fairly immune to us casing any spells on them to make them invisible to most. We're looking into what we can do with that, though. It might not work the best, but even if it cuts down on what's going on, that will give you some relief.”

“If not many are around, I should be good. As I'm not the touchy-feely kind, most won't think anything of it if I don't touch them. However, when it comes to like Mrs. Weasley, and how she likes to hug, that might be an issue. I didn't get anything from her on the platform, but it seems to grow a bit 'stronger' every day, like the other part. And, really, this is junk I don't want to see or know about!” Harry sighed.

“Yeah, it's good in that we'll be mostly alone. Beyond that, we'll see what we can't work out. Maybe for the times we know there is a meeting, you can pretend to be asleep or something. I don't know. We'll work something out for it that won't seem suspicious. It'll just take some time.” Running his fingers through Harry's hair, Sirius sighed contentedly. Gradually, he let one finger trace down over his jawline. Feeling the beginnings of a beard there, he chuckled again, “We're going to have to get you something to shave with, too. I'm gathering no one has taught you how?”

“Nope, don't have clue one other than from watching others. I assumed that was something most everyone did the Muggle way. 'Cause if there's a magical way of going about it, I don't know it. Nor, really, was I about to pay close attention to others in the bathrooms.” Harry said, looking over at Sirius.

“That's one of the things we're going to have to order you then,” Sirius explained. “There is a way to do it with a magical razor. That we'll order. While out tomorrow, we'll get you a good Muggle one. I'll walk you through how to go about it, no problem there.” Sighing, he shook his head, “Just one of those things I don't think anyone thought you might have to be taught. Remus and I'll make sure you learn that stuff, no worries.” Letting his hand drift down to Harry's shoulder, he gave it a squeeze then said, starting to grin, “How about I teach you to play poker? That's one of those things you definitely need to learn to do!”

Laughing, Harry nodded. “Alright, let's do it!”

Giving Harry's head a rub, Sirius sat up then conjured a table, chairs and deck of cards. Sliding off the bed, he sat down then began to shuffle things, grinning wickedly. “Be warned; Remus and I are good at this!”

Shaking his head, Harry said, still chuckling, “No fleecing the sheep!”

“It just means you're going to have to get good quickly!” Sirius told him as he shuffled. Then, slowly, he began to walk Harry through the basics of the game.

About eleven, just as they were hearing the first strains of Vernon's snoring, while taking a break to eat some of the sandwiches that were in the basket, there was a soft knock on the door. Brow furrowed, Harry looked at it, trying to see if he could pick up who was there. From what he was getting from the thoughts he was hearing, it appeared to be Dudley. Looking at Sirius, who was staring at the thing, wand clutched in his hand, he said, “I'm sure it's just Dudley.”

“I wonder what he wants,” Sirius mused, standing. Keeping hold of his wand, he walked over to the door and opened it. Seeing Harry's cousin standing there, looking nervous and clutching onto his arse, he asked, “What do you want, Dudley?”

Looking at the grown wizard warily, Dudley then glanced at Harry. Clearing his throat, he said, voice uneven from nervousness, “I just wanted to talk to Harry. I'm not here to cause problems, I swear.”

Glancing back at Harry, he waited to see what his godson wanted.

Looking at Dudley, confused, Harry was picking up his thoughts. From what he was getting, it didn't seem to be anything bad or to cause trouble so he said, “I think it's fine, Sirius.”

“Alright,” Sirius said, looking back at Dudley. “Do your parents know you're here to talk to the freak?”

Shaking his head vigorously, Dudley explained, “I waited until I made sure they were asleep to come.”

Accepting that, Sirius motioned for him to come in. Once inside, still looking very wary, Sirius shut the door. Crossing his arms over his chest, Sirius asked, “Alright, Dudley, what do you want?”

Getting himself into a position where he could not only look at Harry but see Sirius as well, Dudley cleared his throat then said, looking mostly at Harry, “I wanted to ask if it's true? That you aren't ever coming back?”

“Nope, never coming back,” Harry told him firmly.

Nodding, Dudley glanced between the two then said, softly, “I just wanted you to know I don't think you're a freak or waste of space, Harry.”

Blinking, astonished, Harry glanced at Sirius first then looked back at his cousin before saying, “Thanks, Dudley. I appreciate it. I have to ask though; what brought this on?”

“Last year. You saved me from that dementoid, or whatever it was. If it had been me, I would have run away, saving myself. You didn't though. And you got in trouble for it,” Dudley told him.

Shrugging, Harry told him, “No big deal. It's not what most wouldn't have done.”

“I think it is, Harry. After all I've done to you, you still saved me. That counts big in my book.” Dudley told him firmly.

“You're welcome, then,” Harry said with a nod and small smile.

Shuffling his feet a little, looking down, Dudley then mumbled, “Look, I've not been the greatest to you, I know that, and some of what I've done is rotten. I admit that now. You're my cousin, though, and I think it's time I got to know you. It's a little late in the game, you don't have to tell me that, but I want to. I was wondering if, maybe, there was a way we could write? It's not the same, I know that, but I'd like to get to know you, Harry. Then, maybe, when this whole mess is over and I'm out of the house, we can get back together. I don't really have any other relatives and would like to get to know the one about my age I have.” Looking back at his cousin, Dudley then added, “If you don't want to, I'll understand.”

Eyes really wide, Harry stared at Dudley. Though trying to block out the voice he was hearing from his cousin the best he could, Harry did catch on to the fact that Dudley was serious about this. It wasn't a trick of any kind. Looking from Sirius, who seemed to be contemplating what was said, then back to Dudley, he told his cousin, “I'd like that, Dudley. I just don't know how we'll manage.”

“You can send your owl. Just make sure it's late and she pecks on my window. I won't mind that,” Dudley told him.

“That's a bad idea, Dudley,” Sirius chimed in softly. “Harry's owl is really distinctive. People will know who it is then can trace him where we're going. As we're trying to keep him hidden from those that want to hurt him, it's a bad idea.”

Nodding, understanding that, Dudley suggested, “Maybe another one? Something like that?”

“Owls are a bad idea all around,” Sirius told him. Then, quickly, he added, “I might have another way, though. It won't look suspicious on your end either.” Grabbing a parchment and quill off the top of Harry's open trunk, he quickly wrote out an address on it. “For now, send a letter to that address. It's Harry's friend Ron. They can get the letter then forward it onto Harry. For now, that'll work. Later on, if it continues, we'll have to find another way to do it.”

Nodding, Dudley took it, “Alright, that'll work! What about Harry sending back? Won't that have to be by owl too?”

“No, we can get letters to a Muggle mailbox. He can write that way. That way no one will see anything odd. Harry can do it in a fake name. I would suggest that you just tell your parents it's from someone at school or something like that,” Sirius suggested.

“I can do that,” Dudley told him, determined tone in his voice. Looking back at Harry, he asked, “You willing to try this, Harry?”

“Sure, I will. As long it's not a trick or joke on me, I don't have a problem with it,” Harry shrugged. Actually, he really liked the idea. Getting to know Dudley would be nice.

Smiling, seeming to relax, Dudley then glanced at Sirius, tensing up a bit. Gulping, he asked, quietly, “Are you really an escaped convict like they said? That you murdered someone?”

Grinning, Sirius chuckled, “I am really an escaped convict. However, I didn't murder anyone.”

“He's innocent. Someone framed him,” Harry explained. “He was sent to prison without a trial for being the one that betrayed my parents, thus getting them killed. It wasn't him though. We know who it is, we just can't prove it is all. I promise, Dudley, he won't hurt you.”

“If you say he's alright, he's good in my books,” Dudley told them, trying to relax. “Is it him you're going to stay with, Harry? Won't that be dangerous if it is?”

“Yeah, I'm staying with him but we'll be fine. Wizards have better ways of staying hidden than Muggles,” Harry told him, grinning a little. “Besides, Sirius will protect me.”

“We have ways of keeping Harry safe, Dudley. Don't worry about that. Once he's with me, most will never be able to find him or figure out where he's staying. He'll be far safer there than he will be here.”

Taking that in, Dudley nodded. “Is what you said about those ward things true? That they are protecting us and will fall so we'll be in danger?”

Taking on a serious look, Sirius nodded, “It's all true. At the beginning of the summer next year, if what I've heard is right, the wards will come down. Honestly, those wards would only work until Harry turned seventeen anyway. Dumbledore and some others are going to try to find a way to keep you safe. Your parents really need to let them help. They aren't joking about those things.”

“Alright, I'll talk to them,” Dudley told him. Glancing between the two, he asked, curious, “Is the person that killed Harry's parents really back? I thought he was dead! That's what I kept hearing from mum.”

“He's back,” Harry sighed, shaking his head. “We've all seen him. I was present for his resurrection, in fact. It's not a joke, Dudley. If Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon try to tell you otherwise, don't listen to them. He's back and just as dangerous as before.”

Not sure whether to be more creeped out or scared, Dudley swallowed thickly then asked, “How? How can you come back from the dead?”

“He was never really dead to begin with,” Sirius told him softly. Quickly, he walked the young man though the basics, trying not to confuse him too much.

When Sirius was done, Dudley looked between the two, eyes wide. “That's... eww!” Staring at Harry, he shook his head. Is that why you were left on the doorstep? That it had to do with your mum dying and the wards?”

“Wait? Doorstep?” Sirius asked, looking between the two. “Dumbledore left Harry on the doorstep and didn't give him to your mum then explain?”

Looking wary, Dudley nodded. “Yeah, Harry was left on the doorstep with a note. Mum found him when she went out to get the milk that morning. I remember how loud she screamed.”

“That rotten arsed bastard,” Sirius seethed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Don't worry about it, Sirius. It was a long time ago,” Harry shrugged.

“Doesn't make it right!” Sirius told him. “The decent thing to do was to do it in person, not put you there like something someone wanted to give away!”

“Yeah, I always thought that was a bit off there,” Dudley said. “Mum just said that...” stopping, he didn't want to finish that and expound on some of the rotten things that had been said about the 'freaks', as his parents put it.

“It's alright, Dudley. I can only imagine what was said,” Harry told him, shaking his head.

Hearing a loud grunt from Vernon down the hall then no more snoring, Dudley looked in that direction. “I better get back to bed before dad wakes up. I don't want him to see me here.” Walking over to the bed, Dudley stuck his hand out, “I'll write to you soon, alright, Harry?”

Standing up, Harry shook his cousin's hand and smiled, “Alright, Dudley. I promise to write back.”

Looking at Sirius, Dudley said, “Take good care of him.”

Smiling at the young man, Sirius said, “I will, don't worry. Now, get back to bed before your parents wake. I'm sure they're not sleeping soundly with me in the house.”

Grinning a little for the first time, Dudley nodded then stuck his hand out to Sirius, “It was nice to meet you, too.”

Taking it, Sirius grinned, “Same with you, Dudley.”

With a wave, Dudley then walked out of the room, shutting the door softly behind him.

Looking at Harry, still grinning, Sirius said, “And that was a good thing.”

Grinning back, Harry nodded. “I never expected it, but I like it!”

Coming back over, the older man slid back into his chair. “Remind me to tell Molly and Arthur to expect mail from him.” Picking the cards back up, he started shuffling them then asked, “Now, where were we?”

“I was getting my butt kicked,” Harry laughed then took bite of his sandwich.

“Yes, that's what I was doing!” Sirius laughed, then dealt out another hand.

About midnight, Sirius came back into the room from the bathroom. As both were a bit tired, they were going to go to bed. So, naturally, they were going to take care of their normal ablutions. Shaking his head, as he put the clothes he had worn that day on the desk, he grinned, “Muggles have strange things in their bathrooms!”

Laughing, Harry said, “Yeah, well, they would say the same thing about ours!” Lying on the bed, propped up on the pillows, dressed in only his pajama bottoms, Harry eyed Sirius, unable to stop grinning as he imagined the exploring his godfather had done while in there taking care of things.

“It's almost barbaric! Their toilets don't flush by themselves, the temperature on the sink doesn't regulate itself, the mirror doesn't talk to you. How do they survive this?” Running his fingers through his hair to make sure it wasn't tangled, Sirius flopped down on the bed by Harry. “I don't get it. It's boring!”

“To them it's normal. Just like ours are to us,” Harry shrugged. Sitting up a bit more, he bent his legs then put his feet flat on the bed before wrapping his arms around his shins. Resting his chin on his knees, he looked at Sirius. Though, much to his horror, he had been semi-hard all night, it was now getting worse. Sirius was dressed in nothing but a pair of sleep shorts so he could see more of him than he had before. He liked what he saw, too! Though not toned like so many muggles, he was well built with muscles. He was pale, yes, but considering wizards only wore robes, that was to be expected. And, like himself, there were quite a few scars all over. He supposed that it was from being an Auror then prison, not to mention things done in school. Even though guys weren't something Harry had looked at before, he was finding his godfather dead sexy. And the more he looked, the harder he seemed to get, something that he wasn't going to be able to hide well in his pajama bottoms!

Sliding into a sitting position, Sirius ruffled Harry's hair and grinned, “And you survived this for all these years! I don't know how you managed.”

“Well, I’m used it to, I guess. It's the only thing I knew until I got to Hogwarts. I admit, it's a bit rough when I get here for the summers,” Harry shrugged.

“How someone takes a shower or bath in something that small is a mystery,” the older man told him, shaking his head. Looking at his godson, Sirius was feeling the same kind of pull Harry was. He, too, had been slightly hard since the hug in the headmaster's office. As he was older, he was just better at controlling how to go about things was all. Nor did he let it bother him. By this point, he was certain it was the bond. It fit with everything else that was going on. As he well knew, Harry was uncomfortable with the whole thing. That, he was certain, had to do with his age and things that went along with that. As he knew that Harry did want the whole thing and the bond was going to get them there regardless, he decided to see if he couldn't get things to relax.

Reaching down, Sirius took one of Harry's hands and gave it tug, pulling him over then positioning him until he was straddling his lap. Putting his hands on Harry's hips, Sirius smiled at him. Then leaning forward slightly, he kissed Harry softly.

Now, for Harry, who wasn't real experienced in things, only really having the kiss with Cho to base things off of, it was startling at first. However, he liked it. It definitely felt better than what he had done with Cho, that's for sure! Leaning into the kiss, he wrapped his arms around Sirius' neck, pressing tighter to him. Though he was now fully hard, and embarrassed by it, sure Sirius could feel it pressing against him, Harry didn't let it stop him.

Taking that as an encouraging sign, Sirius deepened the kiss. Wrapping one arm around Harry's waist, he pulled him closer. Lifting his hips slightly, he let his own fully erect cock press against the young man so Harry could tell he was affected as well. No, he wasn't going to push this fully into intercourse tonight. He didn't want to do that here, rather he would wait until they got to Grimmauld Place for such things. However, that didn't mean they couldn't do something else. That he wanted to do.

Breaking off the kiss after a couple minutes, Sirius, breathing heavily looked at Harry. Grinning slightly, he ran one hand up and down Harry's back then said, tone slightly husky, “Oh, that was good.”

Unable to help himself, despite the nervousness, Harry chuckled, “Bloody amazing if you ask me!”

“Oh, trust me, it just gets better from here on out,” Sirius told him with a roguish grin. Sobering up for a second, he said, “Look, Harry, if you want to stop, say so, alright? I don't want to do anything you don't want to. And we're not going to go all the way tonight. I don't want to do that here. It doesn't mean we won't do something, though.”

Nodding, understanding, Harry said, “Alright.”

Taking that as all that needed to be said on the topic, Sirius put his hand on the back of Harry's head and pulled him into another kiss. While their lips were locked, he let one hand trail down Harry's bare chest, loving the sounds it elicited from his godson. Brushing his fingertips over one nipple then the other, swallowing the moan that brought forth, he let his hand trail down more. On Harry's abs, he could feel the hairs that were starting to sprout there, forming a line that went down to the waistband of his pajama bottoms. Letting his fingers trace down it, he reached the fabric. Slowly, his fingertips drifted down over the fabric, tracing, lightly, over the shape of Harry's erection. While doing that, he began to grind his own upwards against Harry's ass.

As the kiss seemed to deepen, he began to rub his palm up and down over Harry's hard cock through the fabric, feeling it throb slightly under his touch. Though his godson had never mentioned it when they talked, he knew Harry wasn't that experienced in all this. As such, this probably wasn't going to take long. Since he, too, wanted some relief, he thought it was time to press it on to the next level.

Breaking off the kiss, he gave Harry a heated look then, lifting him up slightly off his lap, hooked his fingers in his own sleep shorts and tugged them down. Once that was done, he did the same thing with Harry's pajama bottoms, pulling them down as far as he could. Lowering him back down, he pulled him into another heated kissed. While doing that, he grabbed Harry's hand and led it to his cock. Not breaking the kiss to explain what he wanted, he grabbed hold of Harry's then began to stroke it. He hoped that Harry would get the hint of what he wanted him to do from that. Feeling the younger man moan in his mouth, Sirius picked up the speed of his hand.

Groaning and moaning into Sirius' mouth, Harry thought he was going to combust from the liquid heat that seemed to have been dumped into his veins. Shaking madly, he began to move his hand on Sirius' cock the way he, himself, favored when he had a good wank. As he had no experience with sex other than wanking, and even less with men, he wasn’t sure what to do. So, he went with how he liked it, hoping that would work. Feeling Sirius start to shake against him then clutch onto his own cock tighter, he assumed he was doing it right and continued.

All but devouring Harry's mouth, Sirius' hand began to move faster on the young man's cock. Thrusting his hips upwards as Harry stroked on his own hard flesh, Sirius moaned into his mouth. Already, his body was throbbing madly and he wanted to cum but was desperately holding out, wanting to wait for Harry. Pumping Harry's cock faster, wringing the head of it as he did, he was trying to coax him along to find his end.

Breaking off the kiss as Sirius began to stroke faster, Harry let his head drop back, eyes sliding shut. Body tensing up, he let out a strangled cry as his whole body began to throb madly, his blood seeming to turn into liquid fire, then he came, splattering not only Sirius' chest with it, but his own. Humping his hips, driving his cock into Sirius' hand, he couldn't seem to stop as his whole body seemed to rock and pulse with sensations.

Opening his eyes as Harry broke off the kiss, Sirius watched as Harry came, his own body reacting to the erotic sight. Thrusting up into Harry's hand a couple more times, he, too, then came, hard, splattering the same areas Harry had. Hips still thrusting on their own as he rode out the waves of pleasure, all he could do was moan.

After cleaning up and pulling their clothes back into place, Harry had slumped on the bed and quickly fallen asleep. Sirius, too, was tired and laid down beside his godson, curled up to his body with one arm draped over him. Feeling wonderful and more relaxed than he had in a long time, Sirius let his eyes drift shut. Though he assumed the sexual part had to do with the bond, there was guilt there about not only the fact that this was his godson but Harry's age as well. However, since it felt so good, so right, he wasn't going to let himself dance too far down that road. Oh, it would be there, no doubt, as he knew no way to stop it, but he wasn't going to let the angst over it stall things. More now than before, he felt something in him pull for it. That's what he was going to listen to rather than other things.

Sighing softly, spooning up tighter to Harry, he let his eyes drift shut.

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