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The Pack	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 55787 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Life has been in the way lately ;(…. But I’m hoping to get back on track…;) if you’re following Wrong time…I will update this week

The beginning part of this chapter is from Ron’s point of view…trust me it’s important. ;)

Warnings….m/m slash…bestiality … self harm.

Ron’s heart pounded in his chest, the floo flared behind him as he stumbled out into the familiar potion classroom. The cold room devoid of life and the panic began to build in the heart.

Where the hell is the greasy bat?

His eyes frantically looked around for some sign of the potion master’s presence. Shocked, when Sirius had thrown him into the floo with orders to retrieve the wolfsbane potion. A soft bump from the back of the room alerted him to a large wooden door, Ron ran to the partially open entrance. Skidding to a halt when he caught sight of the dark haired former tormenter in what appeared to be a steamy kiss with Lucius Malfoy. Narrow potion stained fingers entwined in the soft looking golden hair as he devoured the haughty blonds’ mouth.

Holy shit! Fuck that’s hot…what?....no…not hot!

Ron could feel his face flaming and his cock perked up at the sight, straining in his trousers. A moan slipped from the dark eyed man’s lips and he pushed the blond against the edge of his desk, grinding their groins together. Ron’s heart flipped and his mouth went dry at the display, the sights and sounds fuelling his hardening erection. Mortified at himself, having realised after his ill fated attempts to make love to Hermione, that women while beautiful did nothing for him in the bedroom. He remembered to the heartfelt and understanding conversation between them, coming to terms with his attraction to men and fully supported by his best friend. Waiting to find the right time to tell Harry, but now his attention was drawn to the vision unfolded before him.

The air was thick and heavy with sex, gasped breaths echoed in Ron’s ears as the kiss deepened between the two men. Lucius leaning into Severus’ embrace and rutting against his crotch, a small moan spilled from the potion master, the sound seemed directly linked to the red heads cock and it twitched within its fabric prison.

Stop…its Snape for fuck’s sake…I will not get turned on by that bastard.

His mind and body at war, the latter seeming to win the internal fight, a small dribble of pre-come ran along his trapped cock and Ron tried to hold in the moan that threatened to erupt from his lips. A lust groan fell from Lucius’ kiss swollen lips and Severus palmed his cock through his tailored trousers, Ron’s eyes transfixed on the narrow, potion stained fingers as the deftly traced the impressive outline of the aristocrats length. Flicking open the buttons confining the man’s erection, Severus slipped his hand inside and Lucius whimpered, arching his back.

Ron was frozen to the spot, his heart in his mouth and his cock diamond hard at the vision of Severus dropping to his knees. Lucius looked down at the dark haired man and smiled, his smile morphing into a lusty moan as Severus freed his cock. Ron’s eyes took in the sight of the impressive pink length, his breath stuck in his chest as Severus lapped at the tip and Lucius whimpered.

“Oh…Sev’rus… yes.” the normally clipped tones were rough with desire and the dark eyed tormenter laughed, a deep baritone sound that almost made Ron swoon. The rich tone washed over him and he was shocked at the light happy air in the laugh, Ron’s heart raced at the idea of the dour man being elated.

“Mmmm my Lucius..” Severus crooned, the rich chocolaty voice filled with arousal and Ron suddenly longed to be on the receiving end of the attention.

The shock and surprise at the thought, yanked the red head to his senses and his face flamed at the mental images that accompanied the thoughts.

Harry!!

Berating himself for being distracted from his friends predicament, Ron moved back from the doorway and shouted from the desk, his voice shaking.

“HELP!!!” he tried to calm his thundering heart as he heard the bumping of someone approaching.

Severus Snape flew through the doorway, robes billowing impressively behind him and Ron nearly meeped at the sight, suddenly feeling like a first year.

“Mr Weasley, what is the meaning of this?” the potion master’s tone was angry and Ron straightened his shoulders, prepared to argue with the man.

“Its Harry, he’s changing!” for a moment Ron was unsure if the man understood, then the dark eyes flared with astonishment.

“That’s absurd,” his face was full of contempt, “It’s not even close to a new moon!”

“I KNOW!” Ron bellowed and Severus stepped back, a momentary look of amazement on his face before he schooled his feature into the usual mask of disdain, “Remus thinks his magic has forced the change!”

Snape seemed to ponder the words, his face neutral and then his eyes flashed with understanding. Without uttering a word he pushed past Ron and began to stride towards one of the bubbling cauldron, grabbing a large sliver ladle and pouring a lumpy black liquid into a glass vial. His eyebrow hitched in the trademark sneer as he handed the foul looking concoction to the trembling red head.

“Wolfsbane…he will need to take it on a regular basis now,” he sneered again, “Trust Potter to make it more complicated for himself,” looking at Ron like he was a bad smell, “Well, Weasley what are you waiting for?”

“The floo to Grimmauld Place has been blocked.” Snape rolled his eyes, looking up at the doorway and Ron followed his eye line. Swallowing the lump that immediately formed in his throat at the sight of Lucius leaning seductively against the doorjamb, a small smile playing on the corner of his lips. Ron’s eyes instinctively travelled down the man’s sleek body and focused on the still bulging crotch. A small clearing of Lucius’ throat and Ron’s eyes shot up to look into amused grey ones.

“Ahh Mr Weasley, it would appear that you are stuck in our company until we hear from Black.” Ron’s heart leapt in his chest, the blond moved from the doorway lithely, as if stalking across the room.

“I can go and wait in Dumbledore’s office.” Ron offered, part of him anxious to be free from their company, but a small part protested.

This is great….I like men and now I fancy Lucius fucking Malfoy!

Shaking his head to remove the mortifying thoughts, he looked at Snape and saw him narrow his eyes, the dark gaze fixed on the stunning blond. Flicking his shining blond hair, the haughty blond met the gaze and smiled at the scowling potion master.

“Now, Severus, you must offer Mr Weasley here some hospitality.” Snape looked like he would love to do anything but that, Ron felt like squirming and hopping from foot to foot at the scrutinising stare.

“I’m sure Weasley would feel more comfortable waiting in Dumbledore’s office,” Ron picked up on the slight shake in his tone at Dumbledore’s name and instead of feeling the usual anger, he was filled with understanding, “Isn’t that right Mr Weasley?”

Nodding his head in agreement, he pocketed the vial and retreated to the door. Possessed with the urge to flee from the two ex slytherins, Lucius offered him a disappointed smile and Ron had the overwhelming feeling that he had missed something.

“Its fine…I’ll just be on my way.” he practically threw himself through the classroom door and ran. The sound of Lucius’ melodic laughter following him.

What the hell was that all about?

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Darkness, cool and tranquil as it seemed to wrap itself around Harry like a blanket. His heart ached and he kept his eyes squeezed tightly shut, allowing the sounds of the forest to wash over him. Warm air drifted over his naked skin and rather than be surprised by his nudity, Harry felt reassured by it. Feeling content in the dream world that now filled his mind. Scents in the air made his skin tingle as he picked up on the essence of wildness and the heady smell of sex.

Remus

That one word made Harry’s eyes brim with tears and he nestled into the cool dewy grass beneath him. His heart felt like it could break in two with a building despair. It had been just over a week since the incident with Remus. Harry had cocooned himself within his room, not even emerging to eat with everyone. He was thankful that his godfather had assumed his mood was due to the break up with Ginny. Ron had tried to talk to him, his red headed friend was staying at Grimmauld place at the moment as he refused to go home and talk to his mother after the whole Ginny debacle. Harry found that he could not face his friend, his mind in turmoil at his actions. Unable to feel guilt at what he had done, his lack of emotion at betraying his godfather was eating at him. Stunned with himself at the need that had overwhelmed him when he had kissed Remus, even more shocked at the urge to do it again. His dreams were fevered and wet, replaying their moment together and elaborating the memory. Heated sex, blood and possession dominating his sleeping world and also his waking one. Drawn to Remus but also to his godfather, the scent of the two men filling his senses and fuelling his fantasies. The desire to possess his former professor shocking Harry to his core but the need was growing stronger by the day. The torment enough but now mixed with his growing attraction to his godfather, Harry had withdrawn from both men in an attempt to curb his overwhelming needs.

I’m a monster

Tears flowed freely, staining his cheeks and his sobs echoed loudly in the nightly lit forest. Suddenly filled with the need to hurt himself, the need to let out his frustration driving him. His nails scored his face, the bitter sting almost librating as the scent of his own blood filled his nostrils. His sharp fingernails tearing into the skin of his own arms and the welts appearing made him let out a soft whimper. The pain filled release strangely loosening the tightness in his chest, the pain a manifestation of the self hatred he felt.

Why would he want me?…I’m a freak

The tears became bitter and angry, his fingers digging deeper into the tender flesh of his arms and moving across his chest. Blood filled the cuts now adorning his body and Harry felt elated at the coppery scent of blood that filled his lungs as he breathed.

HARRY! A shocked distressed voice filled his head.

HARRY…STOP!

Light flooded his vision, his skin on fire as he looked into the horrified and worried eyes of Sirius. Harry tried to push him away, determined to revel in the self inflicted pain.

“Fuck off!” he spat, his face contorted with anger and Sirius flinched at the venom.

“Please…oh god…Harry!” Sirius touched his arm and Harry screamed, looking down at the flowing cuts that decorated his arms and chest. Sirius grabbed his wand and with shaking fingers he cast various spell over Harry’s wounds, the stinging making him whimper.

“Leave me alone!” Harry pushed at him, stunned blue eyes fixed on him as Sirius stumbled back and fell to the floor.

Both of them sat in silence, Harry moaning at the sensation of the cuts trying to knit themselves together and Sirius appeared to be struggling not to cry at the sight.

“Why?” Sirius’ voice was so broken and sad, Harry closed his eyes to the sound.

The scent of blood assaulted Harry’s senses, realising it was not his own he opened his eyes. Sirius’ arm was scratched and bleeding, Harry looked down at his own hand and saw his elongated nails. The lengthened nails caked with not only his own blood but the blood of his godfather.

“Sirius,” Harry was stunned at the sound of his voice, croaking and rough with emotion, “Please don’t hate me.” he whispered.

“Oh Harry…I could never hate you.” Harry found himself enveloped in strong arms, comforted by the familiar touch. The smell of blood hung in the air and Harry found himself wallowing in the scent, his own blood roaring in his veins.

Yours

That one word broke the control inside him, Harry’s hands clasping Sirius by the shoulders and pushing him down onto the bed, a shocked gasp echoed in the room.

“What?” Sirius began to speak, Harry crushed his mouth to his parted lips, his tongue filling his struggling godfathers mouth.

Harry dominated the kiss, his fingers entwining in Sirius’ soft dark hair and moving his head to allow his tongue to map the contours of the sweet mouth. The man beneath him unresponsive and trying pushing him away. Harry deepened the embrace and was rewarded by a soft gasp of pleasure spilling from Sirius’ lips. Fuelled with the knowledge, Harry pulled back enough to look into the lust blown pupils of his gasping godfather.

“Harry.” he whimpered but did not push him away.

Smiling to himself and the inner voice howling with delight, Harry leaned forward and Sirius thrust up to close the distance between them. The kiss heated and heart stopping, Harry revelled in the feel of Sirius’ tongue lapping against his. Heat travelled through his body and his cock firmed against the undulating body beneath him, an answering hardness pressed to his hip.

Mine

The deep commanding inner voice controlled Harry’s actions, tipping back Sirius’ head to expose his throat and licking across the pulse point. His cock firmed to painful and he began to pull at Sirius’ clothing, his godfather scrambling to help. His face flushed and his eyes glazed, Harry determined to keep him in the lust filled fog as he lapped at Sirius’ full bottom lip. A small groan of arousal fell from the blue eyed man and Harry dove in, kissing him harder. The cool air heavenly against his hot skin and the smooth naked flesh of Sirius was pressed immediately against his own. Clothes around them in disarray, partially removed or lifted enough to allow them to touch chest to chest and cock to cock.

“Oh.” Harry moaned at the feel of satiny skin alongside his rigid erection, Sirius’ own turgid cock rubbing deliciously. The head of Harry’s cock dripping pre-come and slicking both of their erections, a slow rocking back and forth motion making them moan with desire.

“Harry…we have…to stop…oh…oh.” the protests tapered to little exhales as Harry rocked faster, nipping at the smooth flesh at Sirius’ throat.

“Mine.” Harry and wolf as one, his voice deep and commanding.

Bright blue eyes flared with fear and a hint of lust, Harry bite harder and his cock twitched, balls aching for release. Sirius whimpered, tilting his head back further and grinding up into Harry, their cocks pushing frantically against each other.

“Harry.” his tone was strangled and high, Harry felt his teeth sharpen as they pierced his godfather soft skin. A high scream echoed in the room and warm wetness spilled over Harry’s abdomen, Sirius’ back arching at the intensity of his climax.

Hot, metallic blood flowed from the wound, the wolf in Harry howling at the coppery treat. Savouring the strange taste, Harry pulled back from the wound and licked his lips. Reaching down to his still rigid aching cock, his hand stroking violently and his actions instinct driven. Biting his blood stained lips as he erupted over Sirius, coating his breathless godfather in hot strings of come and feeling elation at marking his mate.

Ours…forever.

Body shaking with the force of his climax, Harry looked down taking a deep calming breaths and was stunned at the sight. Sirius flushed, stomach covered in his own release, Harry’s splattered over his chest and neck. Fascinated, Harry watched his essence mix with the flowing blood that still trickled from the bite at the junction of Sirius’ neck and shoulder.

Remus

The thought entered his mind a fraction of a second before the scent of the man filled the air. Lifting his sex muddled mind to see the man standing in the doorway, amber eyes filled with fire. Sirius’ eyes widened and he looked up to take in the sight of his furious lover.

“Oh…Remus…I’m sorry!” Sirius shouted, his voice brimming with unshed tears.

Harry watched, the wolf inside preparing to fight him and his heart was beating wildly in his chest. Remus’ eyes flared with betrayal and hurt, a low growl in his chest.

Mate… my mate.

Harry tensed as his body readied itself to put the other wolf in its place, stunned when Remus’ eyes filled with tears and he fled from the room. Sirius’ heartfelt pleas filling his ears and Harry’s heart sank as he realised what he had done.
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