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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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CH4—Harry Joins A Pack
Sirius was not expecting Remus, but realized he should have, considering it was past midnight, Harry was still wrapped in his arms, and the Ministry was supposedly going to be hunting for Sirius tomorrow.
His werewolf mate came when the clouds moved over the moon, darkening everything so as to hide the golden glint of his eyes when he hauled Sirius up by his shirt and threw the man away from Harry's sleeping form. They fought in the dark, quiet grunts, fists connecting flesh, dirt scraping under feet and kicking legs, until Remus had Sirius pinned, growling death in his ear.
“What the fuck have you done, Black?” Remus snarled, all hard muscle and deadly intent in the face of Harry's condition. “He's a fucking child!”
Sirius laughed harshly, earning him a brutal punch in the face from his handsome love, his nose snapping. “He wanted it... fucking still does...” Sirius panted out while trying to keep blood from pouring down his nose.
“You fucking waste—I knew I shouldn't have let you stay here. That prison fucked you up, Black.” Remus punched Sirius again, the darker man putting his hand up to block the assault. “He's not James! You can't just do that to his son.”
“I fucking know! I'm not fucked in the head, Lupin—I fucking know!” Sirius snarled back, knocking Remus's supporting arm and smashing the man's face into the ground. “James didn't fucking come back after you had him. He ran off and married Lily like a good little boy. Harry, fuck Remus... you don't even understand what he is.”
Growling, Remus used his full strength, raising himself from the ground and Sirius's restraining hand. He grabbed Sirius by the throat, breathing scalding heat in his face as he glowered. “Make me understand, Black. Make me understand how ruining that little boy is somehow going to give you more than what I do to you. Or do I need to remind you just how much you fucking need it?”
Sirius groaned, relaxing in the painful grip, eyes glazing over as Remus just looked at him. “Oh fuck... fucking remind me, Moony.”
“Padfoot, fucking tell me!” Remus looked ready to murder him, and Sirius felt the only way to remedy this situation was to show the werewolf firsthand what they were dealing with.
“Let me up, love. Let me show you, and I promise, you won't be mad... promise...” Remus glared at him long moments, and then relented, releasing Sirius with an angry shove. Wiping his face into something less bloody so as not to scare Harry, Sirius padded back to the glade, Remus close behind him.
Harry was awake, sitting up and blinking into the dark at their approach. “Siri...?” Harry called softly, brows furrowing when the man came into view. “Where were you?”
“It's fine, Harry, just talking to Remi. You remember Remus, right love?” Sirius crouched next to Harry, fingers lightly brushing the side of the boy's face.
Harry glanced over Sirius's shoulder, finding his professor there, ruffled and vicious looking, all sweetness gone from his face now out in the forest and in his element. Sirius's hand was moving, touching Harry's neck, and without realizing it, Harry was suddenly moaning, fire shooting through him from the simple touch, the ache returning so strong, it was like he had never been filled before.
Remus stepped forward, glaring down, watching Harry arch and then bite Sirius's fingers, sucking them into his mouth, trying to get them in deep. “What have you done to him?”
“Nothing, not a god damn thing. Well, nothing to make him like this, anyways,” Sirius amended under Remus's glare. “Smell him. Get close, Remi. See what happens to him... Fuck, it'll be even better once he figures out what you are.”
Remus took in Sirius's dazed eyes, and then crouched down beside the two. He carefully extracted the man's long fingers from Harry's mouth, grasping the boy's chin, and forcing his heavy lidded green eyes to meet his. The boy reeked of sex... but not just covered in Sirius in Padfoot... no, the boy was fucking calling for sex, his scent so demanding it was like an assault.
Trying not to breathe to deep, Remus spoke softly to the boy. “Harry, how are you feeling right now?”
“Empty,” Harry murmured, eyes drifting with interest over Remus's face. It was a very species specific answer, and Remus glanced at Sirius, who was grinning like a shit.
“He's a bitch,” Sirius said smugly, running fingers through Harry's hair.
“You're a bitch, Pads,” Remus snapped, turning back to Harry's questioning look.
“Only to my fucking alpha, love. You are the only one I will spread for, and fuck, I love to do it for you. Harry here... Harry will spread for anyone in the pack, right Harry?”
Harry turned his gaze to Sirius for a moment, and then back to Remus, eyes drawn to the sharp gold stare boring into him. “I... I'm not in a pack, Siri.”
Remus relaxed his grip on Harry's chin, letting his fingers splay and trace under the boy's jaw. Harry watched him, eyes growing darker, lips parting as he began to pant. Remus touched Harry's throat, not fully surprised when the boy jerked forward, gaping, sweat beginning to trickle down his face. And then Harry was kneeling, spreading his thighs, resting on his hands and staring at Remus expectantly, lip caught between his teeth.
“You want me to fuck you, Harry?” Remus asked quietly, watching the boy's eyes widen in want. “Want me to fill you, so you don't feel so empty?”
“Y-Yes... please, sir...” Harry whimpered, eyes fluttering shut at the wonderful thought.
Staring at Harry for a thoughtful moment, Remus stood back up, hauling Sirius with him in long strides away so they could watch over Harry while they talked. “He wasn't like this before. I would have noticed.”
“No, he said he'd never touched himself. Some muggle bullshit about it being dirty,” Sirius confided, lowering his head and gazing at Remus through his lashes. “I might have—well, Padfoot likely, woke him up.”
Remus growled, stepping towards the man and grabbing him forcefully by the back of his neck. “What the fuck did I tell you about interacting with these children, you fucking sod? They are not playthings.”
Sirius rolled his eyes. “Everything is a fucking plaything. Just because you're a halfblood doesn't mean the rest of the world agrees with your backwards logic. I am strong and they are weak. Tell me Moony doesn't agree with me.”
“Fuck what Moony thinks. Did you hurt him? Do I have to fucking worry about you being trucked off for hurting fucking children?” Remus was squeezing Sirius's neck hard, forcing the man down until he was on his knees and looking up at him.
“He came out here reeking of sex, attracting every beast in the vicinity. I wanted to protect him, but every time he fought me, the wild dog fucking needed to break him. I had to have him—the dog fucking had to have him. I didn't even realize what was happening until tonight.” Sirius spoke quick and clearly, meeting Remus's eyes as the werewolf growled. “I wiped his memory of most of it. It was only ever him, Remus, I fucking swear on my life. I don't give a fuck about anything else here. Just his safety, and you.”
Remus took a deep breath, relaxing his hold when he realized Sirius had at least not attacked anyone else. “And is he safe, Siri?”
Sirius scowled, glaring in Harry's direction. “I think Padfoot is feeling more calm, having claimed him firsthand. But I can't say for certain if the boy keeps being so argumentative. He keeps fighting me, keeps returning out here. Came running because he thought I couldn't handle some fucking Aurors—the boy means well, but damn dim about the way of things. I can't get him to listen.”
“He needs affection, you stupid prat,” Remus muttered, stepping in front of Sirius's view and cupping the man's face as he looked down at him. “Something you may have understood once, before Azkaban ruined your head so. He is lonely. I've been watching him and he is isolated and unable to communicate.”
“All the more reason you should claim him. You can give him those things and make him obedient. I sure as fuck can't.”
Remus shook his head. “He's a damn child. He doesn't even know how to transform.”
“Bullshit. We're already protecting him, Lupin. Let us fucking have him and he us at the same time. Stop letting that human muggle backwardness get in the way of things. Moony knows. Moony is fucking drooling over him, because fuck, Pads fucking loved him, Remus. And Harry fucking loved what Padfoot gave him.”
Remus groaned, pulling at Sirius's hair until the man was back on his feet. “What the fuck am I going to do with a little bitch running around while I'm trying to work and teach these weak children?”
“Fuck him, that's what he's there for,” Sirius growled, stepping in and kissing Remus. Remus tightened his hold on the man's silky black hair, wrenching his head back and deepening the kiss. He drove his tongue into Sirius's mouth, feeling his mate surrender to him, even now after so many years of hell and pain he had been through while in captivity.
“Has he helped you, Siri?” Remus asked, pulling away to look his mate over, thumbs caressing the sides of his face as he stared into his wild eyes. “You seem almost closer to yourself tonight.”
Sirius gave an agitated shrug, eyes lowering. “He is a dim thing, nearly got himself killed... but... he really was worried. I could smell it on him... I'm not used to that. Not anymore.”
Remus nodded, studying his face and brushing fingers down his cheek. “Do you want to keep him, then? Not just for me... but for you?”
“Yes,” Sirius said quickly, and then winced, as if he had not wished to speak it so readily.
Remus quirked a dark smile, lightly shoving Sirius away. He turned, looking down at the boy that was waiting patiently, shivering in the cold without any clothes to protect him. “Come here, Harry. I've decided.”
Harry rose slowly, his knees stiff and body aching in general from all it's recent activities. Once standing, he paused, mouth gaping as he felt the wetness in him still, shifting and drizzling down his bare thigh.
Remus noticed, nostrils flaring as the boy stumbled and fell to his knees from the feel of it. He held his hand up, walking to Harry instead, pushing the boy onto his hands and knees and kneeling behind him, hands moving up in the dry crust and now fresh cum sliding down his thighs. “Look at you, such a mess. Sirius was never good at caring for his things...”
“Oh... oh don't...” Harry whispered, wrinkling his nose as he felt Remus press his tongue to his inner thigh, licking up the thick fluid with dirt and twigs stuck to him. “It's... it's dirty...”
“It's okay... I very much like dirty things, Harry,” Remus assured him, tongue moving in hard, firm swipes, first one trembling thigh, and then the other. “You are a very filthy boy... and I like that a lot...”
Harry made a soft, aching noise, feeling a warm nose press against his hole and exhale as Remus continued to lick up him. “Oh god... oh... oh... I don't want to be dirty...” he whimpered. “It's bad...”
“Mmm... it is... very fucking bad...” Remus rumbled into his pink entrance, tongue pressing out and pushing in, seeking more of the cum from his mate, human and dog. “You are very fucking bad for being so dirty... And I want you to remember that every time it feels good. Can you do that for me, Harry?”
Sirius growled, crouching in front of Harry and running fingers through his sweaty hair. “Stop fucking with his head, Remus. You're going to give him a complex.”
“Shut up, Black. He's mine and I'll do as I please,” Remus snapped back, grabbing Harry's cheeks and pressing his thumbs against his crack to spread him wide. More milky, hot fluid dripped out, and he lapped it, feeling Harry tremble. “Harry... is it bad to be so dirty?”
“Yes... god, yes...” Harry groaned, stretching forward and pressing into Sirius's hands as the man ran fingertips over his lips.
“Do you feel good right now?” Remus asked, tongue driving in again, wiggling the thick muscle and making Harry gape breathless.
“I do... I do sir...” Harry cried out
“That makes you... a very bad boy, Harry... And do you know.... what we do to bad boys?”
Harry shook his head, whimpering.
“We fill them, love... Fill them so deep... so full... that they never feel empty again...”
Harry gave a wide gasp, crying out at the idea. Grinning, Sirius pressed two fingers to Harry's tongue, the boy quickly curving his flesh to them.
“So... maybe you don't want to be such a good boy... right Harry?” Remus asked, smiling as Harry shuddered from the heat of his words. He ran a hand up the boy's cleaned thigh, rubbing his balls and brushing his hard length. “Good boys don't get filled... but filthy... naughty... bad boys... they get more than they can handle...”
“Oh god... oh please... I wanna... I wanna be dirty...”
“Siri, you heard the boy,” Remus murmured, smirking at just how quickly Sirius was tearing down his fly as he stood. “Harry, Siri is very good at dirtying things.... not so much at cleaning, but I don't hold it against him.”
Harry just nodded, eyes widening as they focused on Sirius's hard dick, the man's large hand doing nothing to disguise how big it was now that it was nearly level with Harry's face. “I... I don't know...”
“I'll show you,” Sirius muttered gruffly, thick fingers pressing into Harry's mouth, thumb on his chin urging his red lips wider. Harry opened obediently, eyes caught in the wild blue stare. The boy was fucking stunning, more so without all the defiance of before, Harry now just full of trust and want. And if Sirius ruined that trust, well, he could always wipe the boy's mind and try all over again.
Harry's tongue reached out to meet him, running over the head of his cock, shivering against his flesh in hot, needy motions. Sirius breathed in sharply, watching the boy lick him as if it was the only way left to breathe, desperate and hungry, and very much wanting it. Hands tangling in the silky mess of Harry's hair, Sirius pushed himself in, dipping towards the back of the boy's hot throat and sinking until he found some resistance.
“That's it...” Sirius grunted, Harry making a small choking noise, eyes watering up in response to the large intrusion. Sirius pulled back a little, pushing in deep again, firmly against the back of Harry's throat. Hot saliva began to drip down around his cock, Harry's mouth widening more to accommodate his length. Sirius stayed seated in him, feeling the boy tremble, tongue flickering against his length, small, desperate puffs of air from the boy's nose as he struggled to breathe.
“Look at him, so well behaved...” Remus mussed, moving around Harry to watch the boy's flush lips stretch to Sirius's dick. Green eyes slid towards him, the boy's brows suddenly furrowing as Harry made another chocking noise, Sirius holding him in place as he pressed again into his throat.
“Harry, do you remember where that big cock was, only hours ago? Right up your tight, hot hole... You are getting yourself absolutely filthy.”
Harry shuddered, his whole body arching, mouth widening to spill hot fluids down his chin. Sirius pulled out to let the boy choke on the spit that had clogged his throat, using the time to rub against Harry's face with his dripping cock. He watched with interest at how the eyes fringed with black kept following the red head of his dick, as if just waiting for it to be close enough to lick again.
“Open wide,” Sirius said, pressing his tip to the ripe lips. Harry did slowly, tongue again reaching for him. But Sirius was rubbing against his bottom lip still, watching the red flesh indenting to the shape of his cock with each swipe. Remus made a growl of approval at the sight, and Sirius began to jerk his hand over his length while pressing it to Harry's lips, moving his slick head around the gasping mouth and chin.
The boy began to pant in anticipation, eyes hooded, body stretching and legs spreading, as if Sirius was about to fuck his hole instead of his mouth. Smirking, Sirius reached into his back pocket, unfolding Harry's glasses single handedly and slipping them onto the boy's face.
“Fuck, Siri... fuck...” Remus groaned, running fingers over Harry's wet chin and down his throat while Sirius's hand made rapid, slick noises as he jerked himself faster, cock now pressed into the the glass frames digging into the boy's face. “Do it, Black... all over his face... He wants to be filthy.”
Harry moaned loudly, pressing forward into the hot length rubbing against his face, mouth and tongue reaching for Sirius's sack and licking and kissing desperately, covering himself with his own saliva and Sirius's heavy musk and sweat. “Oh god... please... please...”
Grunting, Sirius grabbed Harry's hair and pulled the boy back, streaming hot cum onto his face, over his glasses and fringe, across his lips and cheeks. The boy gaped at him, looking for all the world as if he were going to cum right then and there. And then Harry moaned, air shakily escaping, harsh pants exploding out as he nearly fainted, Sirius's grip on his hair the only thing keeping him upright.
Remus helped pull the shaking boy into his lap, wrapping his arms around him while Harry moaned long, aching breaths. “You are a fucking mess...” he murmured to the boy, watching Harry jerk at the words. “A fucking nasty, dirty mess... Do you like that all over your face? Covered in Siri's foul cum? Do you, Harry?”
“Y-Yes... oh god...” Harry was squirming, trying to get needed friction on his aching prick. He crawled up Remus's form, knees straddling the man's muscular waist as Harry pressed his nude body into his shirt front. Remus deftly plucked the glasses from Harry's face, holding them out in front of Harry until the boy understood and began to lick them clean.
“Good... good, Harry... You are going to be very fun to train...” Remus held his hand out once the glasses were to a proper cleanliness, Sirius taking them and placing them safely back in his pocket. “But first, pup, I'm going to have to claim you. Because there is no fucking way I can let you back into that castle without you knowing who you belong to... You'd be fucking spreading to anyone that had the nerve to growl at you. You wouldn't want that, now would you?”
Harry tilted his head, lips parting at the thought, while Sirius snorted. “I... I don't know...”
“Oh, you little slut... maybe you would,” Remus groaned, running his hands down the boy's back and squeezing his ass. “Well, I wouldn't want that. I am very possessive of my dogs, Harry. If you want to be in this little pack, you need to understand that no one else touches you, not without my say so.”
Harry swallowed, eyes straying back to where Sirius was sitting close by and watching. “But... if you say so?”
Remus followed, having mixed emotions of the intensity of Sirius's stare as his mate looked over the small boy.
Remus knew Harry wasn't James, and was fairly certain Sirius knew that as well. But James had nearly gotten between Remus and Sirius on many an occasion, until Remus had offered a compromise, one James just hadn't had the fucking balls to follow through with. But Sirius had been through fucking shit years because of the pack traitor, Wormtail, and Remus just didn't have it in him to get defensive over Sirius's blatant interest in the boy.
“I would give Sirius the okay, Harry, if that's what you want,” Remus finally answered, watching Sirius's face as the man relaxed at the news.
Harry turned back, crooked smile twisting his swollen lips, face streaked with layers of his long evening. “How do I join your pack?”
“How indeed...” Remus mussed, Harry squirming again against him. “You just stay obedient, and filthy, and I will show you what we do to such bad little boys.” Hands moving again, Remus pressed a finger into Harry's entrance, raising an eyebrow as the boy clenched tight around him.
“Harry, I fucking tasted you. You had Padfoot and Sirius not too long ago. How are you so tight?”
Harry didn't have an answer, eyes fluttering shut, hips pushing back into the hands holding him, his own arms wrapping around Remus's neck. “Oh... that feels good...” He whispered wetly against Remus's cheek, lips pressing into sharp stubble as soft hair brushed his face.
Remus was fairly certain Harry wasn't too god damn picky about what ended up in his ass, just as long as something did. The boy was a fucking slattern for his hole being fucked, and apparently, was designed in a way to ensure that whoever was doing the fucking would be willing to come back for more. Pushing two fingers roughly into the boy, Remus began to work quickly at the tight muscles while Harry cried out and rocked on his hand.
Shit, but the boy liked it rough, made the loudest, neediest noises when Remus lost a bit of control and pushed too hard, wrenched too quickly. He glanced over Harry's head at Sirius's ever watching gaze, meeting the man's smug grin. The fucking bastard had known, had thrown a god damn delicate looking, begging to be broken, bitch into his lap, and was just waiting to see him try not to ruin him.
“Harry, turn around and get on your fucking knees,” Remus ordered lowly, watching the boy whimper and jerk at the harsh command. And then he was wiggling, trying to untangle his gangly legs from Remus's waist, crawling over his lap to get to the ground and spread.
“Up, Harry, just your knees,” Remus added, watching him push up from his hands, swaying unsteadily while Remus pulled his shirt off and undid his trousers. He had not been expecting sex tonight, had not even thought Sirius, so cold and fucked in the head from Azkaban, would be in the mood. They had only been together their return meeting, when Remus had reclaimed his mate, reminding him what it meant to feel again. Sirius had not seemed to want to remember... not until this slutty little pup here. Maybe Harry was going to make things different... better, even...
If the boy could sit still long enough for it. “Patience, Harry, my god.” Remus quickly grabbed the boy's hand that had been inching to his hole, small fingers just starting to breech. Harry glanced back and up at him, green eyes full of apology and desperate need. “I haven't forgotten you.”
“Okay, professor... I just... I really, really need it...” Harry whispered, then gasped, turning more to see Remus's heavily muscled chest and many brutal scars. “Oh... oh wow...” He went to reach out and touch, but Remus caught his other hand, pulling the boy against his chest so Harry was blinking back at him in surprise. “You're strong...”
“I am,” Remus agreed, releasing Harry's hands to touch the boy's pale throat and chest. He looked particularly small and fragile in his arms, thin limbs and slender torso, slight toned muscle only starting to build on his frame. “I'm going to bite you, Harry. You need to understand what that means.”
Harry looked down, then dragged his eyes back, biting his lip pensively. “I, uh, don't want to be a werewolf.”
“I don't want you to be one either,” Remus said simply. “And I don't want you to be my mate. Siri is my mate, and I am very happy with him. Biting you will make you part of our pack. It will let any animal know that you belong to me, the same way they know Siri belongs to me. You are still very weak, very young. It won't fully protect you from bad creatures, but they will know who they are crossing if they do hurt you. We will protect you, and you must be loyal in return.”
Harry nodded, eyes straying to Sirius and then back to Remus. “How do I, uh, show that I'm loyal?”
“It doesn't take much, little pup. Listen when we speak to you. Do your best to grow strong and powerful to help protect us, and so we won't have to worry so much for you. Come to us and spread when you're in need, and we're in need.”
“Oh... I want to do that now... that last one right now,” Harry whimpered, pushing back into Remus's body and rubbing.
“Yes, well I do believe you are going to be in need far more than myself and Siri are used to, Harry,” Remus said with a small growl, holding the boy still so that he could focus. He might have to find another packmate, just to keep the boy filled and quiet. Remus had spent a damn near celibate existence without Sirius, and vice versa with Sirius in such a life draining jail. This little horny pup was likely going to exhaust them quick... delectable as Harry was.
Oh, and he was fucking delicious. Somehow Harry managed to get his hips free, pushing back and finding Remus's hard, large cock and trying to wedge it between his cheeks. “Shit—fine, fine, fucking now. Just turn your head this way and let me see your throat.”
Harry did as he was told, eyes closing softly as Remus licked the side of his neck. Remus glanced up, meeting Sirius's very intent look as the man slipped a little closer, as if not believing Remus was really going to claim the boy. Smiling at his fucking crazy mate, the werewolf rose up and Remus clamped his jaws hard around Harry's throat, wrenching and digging teeth in while the boy howled in pain.
“Fuck—hurts... fucking hurts...” Harry cried, his body jerking fitfully under Remus's teeth. Then the man was grabbing his hits brutally, pulling Harry's ass back onto his cock. “Oh hell... oh god... can't...” Remus was bigger... so much fucking bigger than what could possibly be normal. Pushing in so hard, not letting up, just pushing forward and forward until Harry's hole had not choice but to open up, stretch wide, and take it in.
Sobbing, Harry spread his legs wider, his body still jerking and spasming, now grounded by Remus's teeth in his neck, and hard cock in his ass. He could feel magic rushing over him, feeling very much like the wolf Harry had sometimes sensed hidden in Remus, dark and angry and dominating.
Sirius, still crouched on the ground, inched another step forward, only to have Remus growl, warning him back as blood dripped down his chin and Harry's bruised neck. Sirius had never seen Remus claim anyone besides himself, and fuck, it was a damn fine sight, gold eyes flashing, body taut with power and hard with sex as he began pumping into the small boy. Sirius had forgotten just how fucking hot his mate was, not to mention was noticing how much sexier he had become as he aged, watching Remus bury himself savagely into Harry's tight hole, holding the boy down, fingers biting in almost as tight as his jaws.
Harry was mumbling incoherent, small mouth wide and streaming liquid, body a quivering shake of waif limbs and heaving chest. Sirius tried to remember if it had been any better for him, so many years ago.
Remus had been younger, less bulked... hell, kind still. He had caressed Sirius first, lapped gentle kisses and then, in one shocking move, had nearly snapped his neck as he had bit into him. It had hurt, and Remus had fucked him for the first time, hard, vicious, until he remembered blacking out for lost moments, only to keep returning to the pain, the fullness and belonging. It had hurt so good... so fucking good...
Harry's hands had found their way to Remus's head, thin fingers tearing at the man's hair as he rocked into the thrusts filling him. The spell was nearly done, so close to completion, and Remus's body was moving with it, hips snapping with its climax as Harry cried, again and again with each slamming thrust. Until Remus was still, buried so deep... so deep and hard... pushing into him, spurting long, hot shots of cum into his hole as he filled him with cock and seed and all the dirt and filth he could ever hope for.
Harry couldn't bear it any longer, eyes rolling back, body going so tense with his orgasm, and then very slack, a limp rag in Remus's arms.
Sirius didn't approach until Remus had extracted his teeth from the boy's neck, not wanting to look like he was challenging his mate for the little pup. Together they cleaned the boy while Harry slept, washing his limbs, healing his bruises, and mingling theirs and his scent. And although Sirius so wanted the boy to stay, to curl with him in the dust under his tree, he let Remus take him, knowing it would be better for Harry in the castle, protected by his mate.
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