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The Pack	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 55787 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Sirius scrambled to chase after Remus, his body and heart screaming at him to do anything to fix this. The pain filled his body and soul as he heard the tell-tale flare of the floo, knowing in his heart that Remus had gone. Tears falling freely and a soft anguished sob spilling from his lips as he fell to his knees.

“I… God…I’m…” the words broken and remorseful as Harry pulled Sirius into his arms, his own tears soaking into the material of Sirius’ still unbuttoned shirt. Both men clinging to each other in heartfelt desperation.

Pack…yours.

The voice almost howling in Harry’s head, the wolf beneath the surface crawling under his skin as if hunting for a way out and Harry clenched Sirius closer to him. His Godfather melting into the strong embrace and Harry lifted his trembling chin to look into the teary blue eyes, aching to kiss the crying man in his arms. A spark of clarity appeared in Sirius and he pushed Harry away with a moan, withdrawing from him. Harry almost grabbed him and pulled forcefully back into his arms but the look of horror on the older man’s face tore his heart out.

“I’m…fuck I’m so sorry.” Harry whimpered and ran from the room.

That inner voice howling with despair at being away from the two men, Harry took the stairs two at a time trying to outrun the screaming feral sound in his head.

Mine…ours!

Shaking his head and hoping to dislodge the thought that threatened to take over, Harry fought to hold in the tears that brimmed in his eyes. Heart yearning to gather the still crying man downstairs into his arms and protect him, Sirius’ cries of desperation echoing loudly in the now silent house. Harry was unsure how to proceed, knowing that his longing was for both men and fighting his desire to have them.

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Remus couldn’t breathe, his eyes blurred and his body physically hurting as he allowed himself to be pulled through the floo. Heart constricted by the pain he felt and his mind jumbled with conflicting emotions, his thoughts unclear, mind filled with warring feelings. Torn between betrayal, longing and knowing that his desires were not under control. The image of Sirius lying sated underneath Harry made him moan with despair and lust, the two feelings so closely entwined that he did not know anymore when one ended and the other began. Tears began to fall, Sirius’ devastated blue eyes haunting him and Harry’s pleading green ones echoing in his head.

Mine

That whispered word growled softly in his head made his heart freeze in his chest, unsure what bothered him more the feeling of possessiveness or the growing realisation that it he did not just mean Sirius. Biting his lip to hold in the tears that he began to fall, torn between returning and allowing his building need to dictate his desire or running away to hide from the all-consuming pressure he felt taking him over.

They will be better off without me….god I can’t do this….I can’t give into the wolf… I’ll lose myself.

No!... become whole…the beast and the man….together.

Shaking his head and trying to control his heart break as he emerged from the floo, a gruff voice loud in his ears.

“Lupin…what the hell are you doing here?” Remus looked up into the puzzled dark gaze and allowed the tears to fall.

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Ron emerged from his room, having moved in temporarily after the whole Ginny fiasco and the wound of his mother’s betrayal was still very raw. Not even an owl or a floo call to see how he was from his own mother, tears welled in his eyes and he clenched his fists to stop them. Anger brewing and his heart thundering at his mother’s attitude, confirming what he has always suspected, that his own mother did not care. His own pain replaced with concern at the soft sobs he heard escaping from Harry’s room.

“Harry?” he asked with a gentle trepidation, the door to his room ajar and he walked inside. Harry was curled in a ball on his bed and crying in great jagged sobs “Mate..mate what’s happened?” he quickly asked and sat next to his friend, softly stroking his back in what he hoped was a comforting gesture.

“Oh..oh god Ron,” Harry started shaking, “What have I done,” his cries tapered down to whimpers and his face went slack with shock, “I’ve ruined everything.” He whispered and the words were so forlorn that Ron felt his own heart ache at the pain that Harry was feeling.

“It can’t be that bad..tell me and I can help.” Harry shook his head and pulled away from him, his eyes almost devoid of emotion as he got up from the bed. Ron stood up, frightened by the look of despondency emanating from his best friend, “Harry…mate…come on you’re scaring me.” He reached across, concerned about how to approach his clearly emotionally fragile friend, harry initially pulled away but Ron persisted and pulled him in a hug. The dam broke and Harry slumped in his arms, his cries so full of despair that Ron felt his own eyes brimming.

“Oh Harry.” Sirius’ broken voice filled the room and Harry sobbed harder, Ron looked between the two men. Ron saw the tears in Sirius’ eyes, taking in the bite on his shoulders, the blood still staining Harry’s trembling lips and putting the pieces together, stunned at the implications.

“You…and..him…bloody hell!” Ron’s surprised words making Harry struggle in his arms, trying to pull away and Ron realised that his own feeling were not important, tightening the embrace, whispering soothing words,“Harry…Harry…it’s ok…I don’t care what you’ve done.” Wild green eyes looking at him as searching for the truth in his words. Relaxing into the hug as he saw that Ron was being honest with him and the red head let out a relieved sigh.

“Please forgive me.” Harry murmured and Sirius wrapped his arms around him. Ron relinquished his hold on his tearful friend and watched with sad eyes as Harry’s godfather pressed soft kisses to Harry’s brow, whispering words of endearment.

“You haven’t done anything wrong…this is my fault.” Harry shook his head negating Sirius’ self-deprecating words.

“I knew…I wanted you.” Harry’s words were hushed and his face flushed, lowering his eyes as if frightened to face the older man. Sirius’ blue eyes sparked with some unknown emotion and he held Harry tighter, Ron took a step back and retreated from the room. Taking a breath and making the decision to help his friend in any way he could.

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Sirius lay on the bed, Harry sleeping after having exhausted himself finally crying himself to sleep. Staring at the ceiling as the hours ticked by and torn between looking for Remus and reluctant to leave Harry. His body weary from the emotional turmoil and his chest ached with the bone crushing hopelessness. Feeling frightened at the prospect of having lost the one true love of his life, turning to look at the handsome younger man next to him whose face even in sleep seemed troubled and sad. Self-loathing beginning to bubble inside him as he looked with the eyes of a man that saw the beauty in those features. Sirius’ heart speeding up at the memory of undulating under that firm body. Unconsciously licking his lips and the taste of Harry exploding on his taste buds with a hint of coppery blood, his cock twitching in his trousers. His hand moving as if it had a mind of its own and hovering over the slowly rising chest of his sleeping godson.

What am I doing!

Jumping from the bed as if burned and feeling sick at the thoughts that were crowding his head. Thoughts of young nubile flesh above him, thick hard cocks sliding deep inside him. Realising with a heart stuttering moment of clarity that his mind was providing him with a fantasy of both men.

I want them both.

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Ron sat back from the floo, annoyed and frustrated having exhausted all of his ideas of where Remus may have fled to. Looking up at the ceiling and thinking about how devastated Harry had been, a sudden thought in his mind. Taking a breath he picked up the floo powder and with a nervous heart he called out his destination.

“Well hello Mr Weasley.” Lucius’ clipped tones the first thing he heard as he stumbled from the floo. The aristocratic blond arching an elegant eyebrow and a soft smile was playing on his lips. Ron managed to resist the urge to wipe his sweaty palms on his jeans and he tried to offer the blond a smile back.

“Mr Malfoy..” Lucius lifted his hand to halt Ron, insisting that he should call him Lucius, “Lucius..I’m looking for Remus,” the storm grey eyes widened at the words and Ron knew that his hunch was correct, “Is he here?”

“I think that he will not want to talk to you, Ron…may I call you Ron?” the red head nervous nodded, his heart beating rapidly at the close proximity of the handsome man, “Ron…I don’t know if you are aware of the reasoning behind Remus’ departure..”

“I know.” Lucius seemed surprised at Ron’s knowledge of the situation.

Lucius gestured to the door at the back of Severus’ classroom, motioning for Ron.

“Regretfully I have pressing matters to attend to,” he offered Ron a stunning smile and Ron felt himself almost swooning, mentally berating himself for being attracted to the man, “I do hope that we will meet again soon.” He reached as if to shake Ron’s hand and the red head nearly moaned as the blond lifted his trembling hand to his lips. A soft touch of the luscious lips pressed to the back of Ron’s hand, those grey eyes fixed on Ron’s and a smile on the blonds lips as he released Ron’s hand. “Until next time..Ron.”

Ron stood there, his heart pounding and his cock diamond hard in his jeans. Time seemed to stop, his eyes glazed and he struggled to get his breath under control. Standing alone, Lucius was gone as he came back to himself and he let out a shaky breath, willing his erection down.

Fuck…I want that arrogant prick.

Soft voices catching his attention and he was internally glad of the distraction from the route his mind was taking. Images dancing around his head of the blonds voice in the heat of passion.

“Only you could be in this predicament.” Severus’ rich tones lured Ron closer to the door.

“I’m glad that my life amuses you!” Remus’ voice was bitter and hoarse, Ron recognised the tones of a man that was upset.

“On the contrary…nothing about this is amusing to me,” Severus sounded almost sympathetic.

What?

Ron leaned closer to the door, intrigued by the potion masters understanding words. Remus huffed and Ron could hear the tell-tale sound of someone pacing in the room.

“I want to be angry… and part of me is…but not because of what Sirius did…” his voice was choked with emotion and Ron held his breath, waiting for the sandy haired man to finish his sentence, “Because…I’ve done the same thing and god I want to do it again!” his shrill tone showing how on edge the man was.

“You and Potter?” Severus’ barked out and Ron was stunned.

“I can’t stop…its there all the time, since he was bitten… I need to be near him.”

“The wolf?”

“Yearns for him…for both of them.” Remus started to sob quietly at his confession.

“My..my…Lupin, you really have a knack for making things difficult for yourself.” Ron bristled at the words but realised that the usual snide tone in the stoic man’s voice was missing, confused by the conversation that seemed to be between old friend rather than old enemies.

Why do I get the feeling that there is more to their relationship than I realised?

The next words confirming the sneaking suspicion that had formed in his mind but still shocked at the revelation.

“Two men…though it wouldn’t be the first time.” Severus said with a hint of humour.

“That was a long time ago… Sirius still won’t discuss it with me…he hates you.” Severus laughed at Remus’ statement.

“Oh I’m sure the mutt does…must be a blow to his pride to know that you once shared my bed,” Ron nearly spluttered, “And with Lucius.”

He slept with both of them…fucking hell!

“I never loved you though.” Remus muttered and Severus merely snorted his amusement.

“The feeling was very mutual…we knew when it started that it would not last.” Ron longed to see inside the room, wondering if they were near each other, touching. His mind filled with images of Remus beneath the dark eyed snarky bastard, his amber eyes filled with lust. His heart thundering in his chest as the image changed, the fantasy morphing into something else.

Severus loomed above him, his eyes deep dark and unfathomable. Those cruel lips crushed Ron’s and the taste of the man made him whimper with need.

“So eager Mr Weasley.” There was a hint of arrogance and malice in those chocolate rich tones.

“Yes.” Ron’s lust betrayed him and giving voice to his need.

A soft laugh echoed in his ears then a smaller chuckle resonated just off to his side, opening eyes that he hadn’t even realised were squeezed shut. S Those stormy grey eyes staring at him and that haughty smirk playing at the corners of the handsome mouth. Lucius leaned over and brushed his mouth against Ron’s now panting lips, the smirk becoming a full blown stunning smile as he broke the contact. Ron tried to follow the blonds lips as he pulled back, squeaking as Severus swooped down and devoured his mouth taking advantage of his parted lips. The agile organ of the acid tongued man mapping the contours of the red head’s moaning mouth. Nimble fingers caressing his shoulders and chest, his shirt being unbutton and Ron’s back arched at the first contact of fingers touching his bare flesh.

“Please.” Ron begged against Severus’ lips and the words were rewarded with the kiss deepening, the weight of the man settling on top of him. Ron automatically spreading his thighs and wrapping them around the dark eyed man, his bodily actions dictated by his lust. The older let out a soft breathy moan at the sensation of their rigid lengths brushing alongside through the material of their trousers. Those soft fingers continued their earlier exploration, rolling a now hardened nipple between their fingertips and Ron whimpered. The lusty potion master swallowing his needy whimpers and smiling into the kiss. Hot, moist breath ghosted over the nub followed by the deft lick of a heated tongue. Ron’s brain shut down, every nerve on edge and the sensation overwhelming him.

“Mr Weasley…Mr Weasley?” Severus’ annoyed voice filled Ron’s lust adled mind.

Wow he can talk and kiss…shit!

Opening one eye to take in the sight of an arched eyebrow and the trademark sneer on the man’s face. Clearing his throat and praying that his straining erection was not as obvious as he suspected it was, Ron spoke.

“I need to speak to Remus.” He hoped that there was a hint of authority in his voice, determined not to show how much the potion master bothered him.

“Lupin does not wish to speak with anyone.” The eyebrow appeared to arch even higher and Ron bristled.

“Harry’s a mess…Sirius is falling apart!” Ron shouted and looked over Severus’ shoulder trying to catch sight of his former professor, Remus was nowhere to be found.

“As well as that may be…I find myself incapable of caring about their feelings.” The tone was set and brooked no argument. Ron took a fortifying breath and pushed past the man, a spluttering bark of indignation followed him as he entered Severus’ private quarters. Suddenly manhandled, strong hands gripping his shoulders and spinning him around, a loud whoosh of breath as he was slammed into the wall. The obsidian eyes fiery and black, his face thunderous and Ron swallowed audibly.

“You will leave Mr Weasley..before you try my patience!” the rage in the man’s words evident and Ron’s traitorous body responded to the closeness of the man, a soft moan spilling from his lips. Those dark eyes flared for a fraction of a second and Ron couldn’t breathe as the tension seemed to build within the room. Then the normal sneer graced those harsh features and the potion master moved closer, pinning Ron’s arms above his head. Hot breath across Ron’s face almost made him close his eyes to moan, trying to school his face to not give away the growing desire that he felt.

“Stop.” The words sounded weak and Ron knew by the look on Severus’ face that he felt he had won some silent victory over him.

“Leave him alone.” Remus’ tone was fiery and full of annoyance, Severus turned to look at him with a smirk and released Ron.

“Remus, please come back with me,” Remus shook his head, Ron approached slowly, “They both need you.” Those four words seeming to touch a nerve in the wolf and his face filled with tortured emotions.

“I can’t.” he whispered and Ron lightly touched his shoulder, amber eyes looked at him.

“You need to talk to them.” He prayed that the man would listen to him, sighing with relief as Remus nodded tearfully.

“Well then Mr Weasley, it appears that you will no longer need my assistance,” the sneer was clear in the words, Ron turned to look at him, “If you would be so kind as to leave, so that I may continue my disrupted day.” Ron almost lost his temper at the dismissal but something stopped him, the flare of lust in those dark eyes.

He was turned on by me?

Heart skipping a beat at the thought of the man who had made his potion lessons utterly miserable was being filled with desire for him. A feeling of power washing over him, he offered the man a shy coy smile and the black granite gaze flashed with confusion. The moment was broken by Remus clearing his throat, a strange expression on his forlorn face. Nodding his goodbye to Severus and receiving a glower in return, Remus walked with lead filled legs towards the floo. The journey back to Grimmauld place was taken in silence, part of him eager to ask about the tension that he felt between the young man and his friend. The scent of arousal having drawn him from Severus’ quarters, stunned at the display that greeted him. The sound of crying and the smell of tears bombarding his senses as he emerged. Sirius’ fraught face the first thing he saw, sad unsure eyes that held a faint glimmer of hope looked at him. Without a word, Remus embraced the crying man and the tears fell heavily against his chest.

“Shhh…it’s ok…I love you.” Remus murmured into Sirius’ hair.

“Harry…” Sirius lifted his eyes to look into Remus’ and the wolf saw concern there, “Harry’s run away.”
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