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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 6

Knocking on the door to Severus' private quarters in the dungeons, Albus waited for the man to tell him to enter. When he did, the door swung open for him. After stepping inside and shutting it, he put his own privacy ward on it then cast one around the quarters itself. Walking in, he seated himself on the comfortable sofa then poured some tea from the set that was already there waiting for him. Settling back, he sipped at it then looked at Severus.

The man was, as were most of the others in the castle, packing his things to go home for the summer. He would wait for him to finish with all his books then they would talk. Severus, for once, hadn't even given him a hint what this was about. That, in and of itself, was quite odd. Normally, there was something, even if it was quite cryptic, but not this time. Couple that with the fact that man made it clear that they couldn't talk in his office, seeming to indicate the paintings as the reason, and he wasn't sure what to think. No, he didn't think Severus was in any danger from the Dark Lord. If that had been the reason he would have come across with it another way. However, that left him at a loss as to what it might be.

After guiding his books into a box, sealing it then sending it on to Spinners End, Severus swept over to where Dumbledore was seated and planted himself in the chair opposite. Picking up his now cold cup of tea, he cast a warming charm on it then took a sip before launching in, “I received a letter today, a very odd one. After that, I went to check on the veracity of it. And I found it to be true.”

Nodding, though still befuddled how this pertained to him, Albus asked, “What was it about?”

Rather than explain, Severus pulled the parchment out of his pocket and handed it over to the headmaster then waited.

Taking the rather longish letter, Albus quickly read through it, brows drawing down as he did. When he finished, he sat it on the table then said, softly, “You believe this is real?”

“Yes,” Severus told him bluntly, looking at him. “Veritaserum confirmed it for me.”

Leaning back, Albus stroked his beard and looked at the letter, thinking. “What kind of danger is young Draco in?”

“The Dark Lord wants him to kill you. Obviously, that would fail, as we well know. When it does, the Dark Lord is going to use that as an excuse to take his vengeance out on both Lucius and Narcissa,” Severus told him, feeding him the lie he, Lucius and Tom had come up with as a plausible excuse for this.

Nodding slowly, Albus continued to stare at the letter. “You used your own Veritaserum of course?”

“Of course,” Severus conceded. “I would have done it no other way. I also tested the batch before I went over there and it was in my possession at all times, in a warded bottle. There can be no mistaking it was a viable batch.”

Lifting his eyes, Albus stared at Severus then asked, “What does he want? And what is he willing to give up?”

“He wants protection, and not from the Ministry. As you're well aware, he has too much knowledge of who is where in the Ministry, something that would allow the Dark Lord to get to him and his family. From what he told me, he's willing to give up everything he has. As is always the case, he knows it's not everything that is going on. The Dark Lord holds too many cards too close for any one of us to know much about what he's planning. However, with what Lucius does know, he can give us a big advantage.” Severus told him, dark eyes locked on the man.

“Yes, Lucius is close enough that he could give us a great deal we desperately need,” Albus told him with a thoughtful nod. Thinking it over for several moments, he asked, “What's your instinct telling you Severus? Is this real or a ploy?”

“I think this is one of those things we get a chance only once at and can take it. I will rely on the Veritaserum in this case and go from there,” Severus told him.

For Albus, there was no trust there when it came to Lucius Malfoy. He knew the man was the epitome of a slippery snake. Along with that, he was aware Lucius always had his own agenda when it came to everything in his life. This would, most likely, be the case with this as well. Now he wasn't sure what to do.

Knowing there were going to be doubts about this, Severus added, softly, “Make no mistake, Albus, Lucius is a leopard that hasn't changed his spots on many things. He never will. What he is, however, is a father who wants to protect his son. He knows Draco will fail at this mission and the consequences will be dire when he does. That's the only reason he put out feelers to me, the only one.”

Nodding once more, Albus sighed. “Yes, and I'm sure when the whole thing is over, Lucius will make it clear he did the 'right thing' then go on with his life much the way it is now.”

“This is true,” Severus said with a nod. “Nothing is going to change there. He will use what he did to his own advantage and get what he can out of it. However, he has information we could desperately use. Like I said, it won't be the whole thing, but it'll be enough for us to piece together what the Dark Lord may be doing.”

“There is that,” Albus sighed. “And, in the end, it's something we desperately need to get even a small edge over Tom.” Stopping, he looked down at the table then shook his head, “Finding somewhere to put such a high ranking defection isn't going to be easy. Tom will be livid and turn over every rock there is to find the Malfoys. Even if I could get them out of the country, that wouldn't stop him from looking. That's where the big problem is. I just don't know where.”

“Grimmauld Place,” Severus said, softly. “It's as secure as we could find. In the end, it's even better than here. There will be issues, of course, especially with the beings already residing there, but no one can get in, even if they know where it is. Right now, I don't think the Dark Lord does nor does he have enough contacts in the Ministry to find out about it. The will that left it to Black is old, not something that most are going to go looking for. If it were in the last year or so, I would be hesitant. It's not.”

“Yes, it would work nicely, I admit that,” Albus told him with an absent nod. “There are problems, not the least of which are Sirius and Harry. Order meetings are also to be considered. What is said at those could be used against us and to Lucius' advantage to get back in Tom's good graces.”

“We can ward those well enough to where nothing can be overheard. Narcissa and Lucius are wise enough to know the protection that would be offered there, not to mention etiquette when it comes to residing in the home of a pureblood family with the status of the Blacks. Though Black isn't among anyone's favorite for anything, they won't be foolish and would ensure whatever they feel is kept to themselves then treat everyone accordingly. They will treat him with respect as the head of house. With that, they will rein in Draco when it comes to the rivalry that is there with Potter. I'm not saying no issues will arise from the arrangements, but they can be minimized.” Severus imparted, shifting around in his chair. As with most things anymore, this was a case of him having to think on his feet. The Dark Lord had made it clear that he was the one to dictate how this part went as he knew the aging headmaster better when it came to such situations. He was certain it would work, of course. After all, Lucius, with the knowledge he had, was someone Dumbledore wasn’t about to turn away. It was just a matter of getting the old wizard to move in the direction they wanted him to was all.

“True, Severus, very true,” Dumbledore said, shifting around and sitting his cup on the table. “This is workable.” Looking up at Severus, he said, “I want you to set up a meeting with Lucius to where I can question him under Veritaserum. And I want it on neutral ground somewhere; your place if that's comfortable with you. If not, we'll come up with something else. Once I find out what I need to know, we'll begin taking steps to get them out.”

Nodding, Severus felt some of the pressure begin to lift. “I'll get with Lucius tomorrow to set up some kind of way to go about this. My place would work perfectly and I take no issue with it being done there. That should put Lucius and Narcissa at ease with the situation. I believe they want this done soonest as the Dark Lord is talking about taking up residence in Malfoy Manor for the summer. Neither of them want him there and we need to move before those plans come to fruition.”

Looking grave, Albus nodded. “Yes, that's wise. We'll move quickly. Set up the meeting as fast as you can and I'll be there, with Alastor. I'm sure Lucius will understand my reasoning behind that. If we're satisfied as to what is said, we'll start putting plans in place.”

Though he didn't like the idea that the retired Auror would be involved, that wasn't unanticipated either. After all, Dumbledore did rely on the man for many situations and something like this would be one of them. It just meant that their manipulations were going to have to be extra light and that he was going to have to give everyone involved the potion to nullify the Veritaserum before they arrived. They would manage. Nodding, he said, “I'll ensure I get with Lucius soonest and owl you right after so things can be set into motion. It's best we get him out of the mess before the situation grows worse than it already is and there is no turning back for any of them.”

“Yes, I agree,” Albus said, stroking his beard again. Standing, he told Severus, “I'll leave you to it. Let me know and we'll work from there.”

“I will,” Severus nodded.

Waiting for the aging headmaster to leave, Severus then let out a sigh before downing the rest of his tea. He wanted to be packed and out of here soonest so he could get on what needed done then fill everyone in.

Exactly two minutes after the twenty-four hour mark of being at Privet Drive, Harry and Sirius landed on the front steps of Grimmauld Place. It was official; Harry's tenure at the living hell of his relative's place was over, forever. Grinning, Sirius opened the front door and ushered his godson in, reminding him to stay quiet. Hauling in the young man's trunk, he steered Harry into the kitchen, where Remus was waiting for them.

Standing when he saw the two, the werewolf smiled at them, “It all went fine? No problems?”

“Just like we planned,” Sirius grinned.

Walking over, Remus gave Harry a clap on the shoulder then said, “Good! Welcome home, Harry!”

Though grinning, the second Remus touched him Harry began to get another of those 'visions' he had come to dread. This one wasn't real pleasant either as it was of the pain Remus went through when he transformed and all that went on with it. Stuttering, shaking his head, Harry back pedaled quickly, bumping into Sirius, eyes wide as he stared at Remus.

Putting a hand on Harry's shoulder, remembering how his godson told him it would 'dim' some of the problems, Sirius asked, gently, looking at Remus, “Another vision?”

Nodding, rubbing his eyes as he felt the headache from it start, Harry sighed, “Yeah, another. I don't need this!”

Looking between the two, trying to figure out what was going on, it then hit Remus and he shook his head. “I'm sorry, Harry, I forgot all about that part of things.”

“Don't worry about it,” Harry told him with a shake of his head. “Just try not to touch, alright? It's getting worse with each passing day.”

“I'll remember,” Remus told him seriously, nodding. “It's one of those problems we're going to have to work on anyway. It's going to look very odd if you start yanking away from people in a panic.”

“I know,” Harry sighed before sitting down on the bench at the table. “It's going to be even worse if I freak out over some of what I'm getting. That's going to happen as well because some of this isn't things I want to see or have any way of knowing about. Nor is it pleasant, like what I just got from you.”

Seating himself across the table from the young man, Remus clasped his hands in front of himself then asked, as Sirius slid in by Harry, “What did you see, if you don't mind me asking?”

“Just what it's like when you transform and the pain that comes from it. It's not that personal, unlike what I've gotten from some.” Harry told him.

Nodding, taking that in, Remus looked down at the table to think. As this was the first time they had Harry present for going over things, he wanted to get more of a feel for what was going on than he could through the mirrors.

“He did tell me touching him helps with the voices,” Sirius added, putting a hand on Harry's leg and giving it a squeeze. Looking at the young man, he asked, “Did it stop the vision?”

“It dimmed it, at least a little in the few seconds before it stopped. I broke it off fast enough that I can't tell how much it did that though,” Harry told him, looking between the two.

Nodding, Sirius said, “I didn't think it would kill it completely. If it didn't with the voices, it wouldn't with this either.” Looking at Remus, he told him, “We noticed that yesterday along with one other very odd thing.” Quickly, he walked his old friend through the telepathy part they noticed.

Looking serious, Remus nodded as he listened then asked a few questions. After that, he had Harry try it with him as well. As had happened with Hermione, it didn't work. Shaking his head, he said, “I've been looking into the whole thing and I agree with Sirius that part of it's the bond. The closeness, grounding and such comes with some of them. With the telepathy included, I'm going to see if I can't narrow down which bond it might be. I also agree that it's going to be demanding a completion of some kind.” Looking between the two, he said softly, hoping not to embarrass Harry with it, “And it's probably sexual in some way. Everything I've seen on the topic has sexual elements in it. It's my guess that once it gets that, the 'dimming', as you called it, might get stronger. I don't think it's going to kill it though. I agree with Sirius in that whoever is the third party in this is probably going to be needed to kill the whole thing or take it down to a level where you can deal with it without pain.”

Though flushing slightly at the mention of the sexual part, especially since it brought up what happened the night before, Harry nodded but said nothing.

“Though it's not something I'd normally say, I would suggest you do the completion as soon as you can. I'll start hunting on bonds again later to see if I can't find the right one and find out if needs a seal of some kind. Once you two take care of that part of this, I'll do the sealing. That might help things along more,” Remus told them softly. Then he added, “I think whatever is there and whatever this is, it's going to push you to complete it anyway, in some way, shape or form. From what Sirius has told me, it does sound like it’s trying to do that to start with. If you're dancing close to doing so, it may well drive it faster.”

“It is,” Sirius told him quietly. That would be enough to give Remus something to work with on it and judge where it was without giving up details of what was going on with the two of them.

“I thought it might be,” the werewolf said with a nod. Changing topics slightly, he continued, “I've looked into the other part of this as well. As I thought, it does sound like more than one is coming. Telepathy, as you found, comes in many forms. For most, you only get one kind of it with something else. True telepathy, sometimes called ESP, what you two just described from the train ride, is all but unheard of. Most case studies, be they wizard or muggle, have only found a very tiny handful that have extra sensory perception. And none, from what I read, were as clear as what you just described. The telepathy alone, the normal one, is odd. This is strange all around. Let me ask this; are you getting it from objects too, Harry? Or just people?”

“Just people,” Harry said with a shake of his head, eyes a little wider than normal. Looking between the two, he asked, “Not to sound dumb but what is true telepathy and how is it different than what I did with Sirius?”

“You need to realize, true telepaths are rare, very rare. Most that profess they can do it are fakes, be they wizard or muggle. What most think of when it comes to telepathy is reading thoughts. That's pretty much what you're doing, though not consciously. I think that those that are real telepaths learn to control it as it develops. That comes from what I read. As you got hit with it all at once, you didn't seem to get a chance to hone the skills to do that so it's making it harder on you.”

“I've been trying what little I picked up when it came to Occlumency, but it's not helping at all. It's not even dimming it.” Harry told him softly.

“And that is even stranger,” Remus said with a sigh. “Everything I read on it suggests that's what to use to stop it unless you want to pick up on something. You picked up some from Severus when you were in lessons with him, didn't you?” Seeing Harry nod, he said, “That should help even if it's just a little bit. It's not doing anything at all?”

“Not at all,” Harry told him with a sigh. “I even dragged that book back out he gave me and have been going over that, trying to strengthen my shields. It's not doing anything. The only thing that works is when I touch Sirius. That, though-- when on the platform after getting off the train, even if they were softer, it was like being bombarded.”

Rubbing his eyes, Remus shook his head, trying to think. “Everything, I mean everything, I read on the topic said Occlumency was a way to stop it. If it's not dimming it, it must mean this is a different form than what is mentioned in the books, especially if touching Sirius dims it.”

“It just means I stick close and touch him,” Sirius shrugged. “I can do that, no problem. We'll be alone for the most part this summer so it should be easy.”

“I don't think it's going to be that easy, Padfoot,” Remus told him softly. Holding up a finger, he said, “Wait a minute.” Then he got up and exited the room.

Looking at Sirius, Harry was slightly shaken, not knowing what to think.

Putting a hand on Harry's shoulder, Sirius gave it a squeeze then said, tone soft, “Don't worry, Harry, we'll figure it out. It might just take time and some work to do so, but we will. In the mean time, we'll figure some way to keep it from being so overwhelming.”

Coming back in with the book he had been reading on the topic, Remus flipped it open to the main page on what they were talking about then slid it in front of the two while sitting down. “That gives the most basic information on the whole subject of telepathy, including some of the different forms of it. What you have so far are two of them. I'm going to bet, because you already have two, more are coming. With what I've read I would bet my wand that one of them is psychometry and the other is precognition.” Reaching over, he pointed to a paragraph towards the bottom of the page. “That describes the small handful of people in history that displayed more than one of these in the form you just described. In each and every one, they had the same thing. A couple pages back, they go through the order they got the so-called 'gifts' as well. It's matching yours exactly.”

Reading through what was there, Harry's brow furrowed. Part of this was describing that divination crap. That he knew he had no talent or aptitude for. He had proven that repeatedly in the stupid class. Waiting for Sirius to finish, he then flipped back to the part Remus had talked about and looked at it. Reading through, he did see what Remus explained, including how to block it, and all of them had the same kinds of gifts, coming in the order he was getting them. Included in that was clairvoyance, something he didn’t understand. Shaking his head, he said, “It's saying clairvoyance. I show no signs of that, the reason I did crappy in the class.”

“I don't think this relates, Harry,” Remus said softly. “I think this comes from another area; whatever happened when you went through the veil. It's something that was probably there and waiting for the trigger to bring it out.”

Nodding, taking that in, Harry kept reading but was soon lost and shoved the book away, shaking his head. “I don't want any more than this! It's enough to make me barmy to start with! More? No! I'll go completely 'round the twist.”

“We'll work with it, Harry,” Sirius told him softly, giving his leg a squeeze. “Eventually we'll figure it out.”

“We will,” Remus assured him, nodding. “Right now, we're just swimming in circles in murky water is all. I'll keep looking and see what I can find to tie this all up then put it together. If nothing else, we'll working to dimming it so it doesn't affect you as much. The longer this goes on, the more you'll be able to put up some kind of natural defense to it I think.”

“I hope so because it's going to become really apparent to everyone that there is something off here if it keeps up,” Harry told them looking around. “I mean, even the last few days at school I was pulling back from everyone because it was so overwhelming. As it keeps getting stronger, it's going to be worse. This is going to be noticeable to everyone! And the closer I am to someone, the worse it is. It's going to be strange when I can't be around them. Honestly? I don't want to know about this stuff either! I don't. It's personal and I feel like I'm, I don't know-- invading their privacy doing it.”

“You're not,” Remus told him softly but tone firm. “You're not doing that because you're not trying. It's coming at you because of whatever's happening, not because you're doing something to find it. You don't have any control over any of it.”

“I know,” Harry told him wearily. “I do. What I'm getting is so personal it feels that way. And with me not being able to stop it, it feels like I’m invading someone. I want it to stop.”

“We're going to work on ensuring it does, Harry,” Sirius told him with a nod. “It's just going to take time. With it just being us for a while, we'll get on that and see what we can do. At the very least, we'll come up with something to dim it enough that you can shove it aside. It's one of the big priorities for us.”

“It is,” Remus nodded. Leaning back, he said, “Now, how about we find something to eat then get you both settled in.”

“Works for me,” Sirius grinned. “Shopping makes you hungry!”

Grinning, Harry nodded and tried to push everything else aside but it wasn't going to go. It was there and bothering him, especially when Sirius quit touching him and he could pick up snippets of thoughts from Remus. However, as his stomach started to growl, he was more than willing to focus on food.

About eleven, when Remus was tired and headed to his room on the second floor, Sirius finally led Harry up to where his new room was. Sirius was in what used to be his father's room. As was the case the year before, Buckbeak was still in his mother's. Harry was going to be in the small room right next to Sirius'. What Harry found out when he got in the room was it was actually an extension of Sirius'. What Sirius and Remus had done was divide part off with a sort of wall, something that was like a muggle partition that vanished when touched with his wand. His bed was actually like a futon that laid out. As the two would probably be sharing a bed for the most part, this was just to look good for everyone else rather than be used for Harry to sleep in.

After putting up all his new clothes and other items, Harry went in and took a quick shower. That he liked because it was huge with water that came out from jets all over the walls as well as above. It was something like standing under a waterfall. Once he finished, he slipped into a pair of pajama bottoms and came out, finger combing his hair. Flopping on the bed, he waited for Sirius to do the same thing.

Bouncing up and down on it a little, he couldn't help but grin. It was soft and thick, very comfortable. Not only that, it was huge. It looked like a king-sized when he wasn't on it but once he was it appeared to be even bigger. Oh, it was great. Shifting around, he tossed a couple pillows up against the headboard and leaned back. All along, he thought his bed in the tower was the most comfortable thing in the world. Now, well, he realized he was wrong. This was. It felt like he was lying on a cloud of some kind.

Coming back in, Sirius, dressed in just sleep shorts, snickered at his godson when he saw him sprawled out on the bed. “Comfortable, Harry?”

Giving Sirius a big grin, “Oh, this is great! The bed is brilliant!”

“Hey, if I’m going to be stuck in this hellhole, I want something decent to sleep on. That's all there is to it.” After putting his things up, he came over and flopped down by Harry and sprawled out. “Remus and I managed to put an expansion charm on it so there is plenty of room for the two of us. That way we're both nice and comfy.” Grabbing his wand off the bedside table, he extinguished all the lights but a couple dim candles then sighed. “I have to say, this is much better than that room of yours at the Dursley's.”

“Oh, no argument from me,” Harry laughed.

Rolling onto his side so he was facing Harry, Sirius propped himself up on his elbow and looked at the young man. “Other than the strangeness, you're doing alright, Harry? I mean with everything? Including last night.”

Nodding slowly, Harry slid over closer to his godfather, feeling that pull then nodded as he pressed against him. “I'm good I think. At little-- you know with last night, but it's nothing to worry about.”

Remembering teen-speak, Sirius chuckled and nodded getting there was probably some embarrassment over it still. Putting his hand on Harry's bare stomach, he patted it gently, “It's nothing to worry about. We do whatever you want and if you don't want to do something, just say so.”

“I know,” Harry mumbled, rolling onto his side and pressing tighter to Sirius, one arm draping over him. Resting his head on the front of one of Sirius' shoulders, he gave a contented sigh as it felt good. As was the case now, feeling Sirius' bare skin against his, his dick had risen to full mast and was throbbing slightly. There was also a rush of heat through his body as he remembered the night before and wanted more of it, or something like it.

Draping an arm over Harry's side, Sirius pulled him closer then leaned down and kissed him. He, too, was already fully erect and wanted more. Yeah, it was the bond, he got that, but it didn't make the need diminish though.

Pressing tighter to his godfather, Harry kissed him back, moaning softly into his mouth as he felt Sirius' cock press against him and a slight throb from it. Shivering softly, he ground himself against his godfather, wanting some relief from the pressure that was building.

Sliding his hand up, Sirius tangled his fingers in Harry's still wet hair and kissed him more passionately. Grinding himself against him a little, he groaned in the young man's mouth. Oh hell yes, he wanted this. However, despite the want and need, he kept a rein on it. Harry was, after all, still very inexperienced and he didn't want to hurt or unnerve him. Pulling back, panting, he said, “I want you, Harry.”

Nodding, panting himself, Harry just looked at Sirius.

“Look, I’m going to be honest here, I want more than last night but it's up to you,” Sirius told him, looking at the younger man intently.

Licking his lips nervously, Harry nodded, trying not to lower his eyes as he did. He wanted more too. Last night was great, he would admit that, but he wanted something else. In fact, what he wanted was to push on to going all the way. Then, softly, he finally said in a voice that shook slightly, “So do I.”

“Alright, more it is,” Sirius said, somewhat relieved. “Again, going to be honest here-- I know you haven't done this before, or probably much of anything, so I'm going to bottom. I'll walk you through it but I think it's better this way unless you object.”

Now, like most he knew, Harry had seen dirty pictures before and ones of people having sex. He also knew the mechanics of the basic act. However, what Sirius was proposing started a slight panic. In all honesty, he wouldn't even know where to start with something like that. Yeah, he knew what anal sex was, having heard it talked about before, and things two guys did together, but he was clueless beyond that basic information. All he did know was if it was done wrong it hurt like hell. At least that's what he heard someone talking about. Since he didn't have the first clue where to even start, he didn't want to try that. Shaking his head, he said, tone quivering slightly, “I'd rather not go about it that way, alright? You know what you're doing so I'd rather do that.”

“You sure, Harry? I can walk you through this and it won't be a problem,” Sirius told him gently, rubbing his head.

“Have you done this before?” Harry asked somewhat sheepishly, looking up at Sirius.

“Well, yeah,” Sirius grinned then added. “With women, not men.”

Chuckling, flushing slightly, “Yeah, definitely better that way than me trying since I've not done anything with anyone.”

Seeing Harry's point, Sirius nodded. It was going to hurt a little, no matter what, but it was probably best for him to top since he knew what he was doing. “Alright, I get it. We'll switch it around and I'll top. Just-- fair warning; it's going to hurt a little at first no matter how I go about this. After that, it won't and you'll love it.” Sirius explained, grabbing his wand again and tucking it under his pillow. There was something he could do to minimize the pain and he fully planned on doing so.

Holding onto Harry with one arm, he kissed him again, more passionately this time, letting his tongue slide into his mouth. While doing that, he pushed the younger man onto his back gently then, while their mouths were still locked, eased his pajama bottoms off. After tossing them aside, he reached down and grabbed Harry's cock, stroking it. Hearing and feeling Harry moan into his mouth then begin to shake, he stroked him a couple more times then let go. Pulling back, he gave him a heated look then divested himself of his sleep shorts, tossing them aside. Shifting around, he managed to get himself between Harry's legs and propped the young man's thighs on his own. Leaning over the body beneath him, he kissed Harry passionately again, letting his tongue dance with Harry's. Propping himself on his forearm, he grabbed his wand from under the pillow then guided down between their legs. Positioning it at Harry's entrance, he gave the non-verbal lubricating spell.

Gasping and arching up as the cool wetness seemed to fill him, Harry's eyes were wide. Looking at Sirius, he waited to see what was going on.

Leaning over, Sirius nibbled on Harry's neck then whispered, “Don't worry, it's just lube. I know it feels strange the first time. What's coming next is going to feel just as strange. It won't hurt, just feel weird.” Normally, with women, he liked to do this the old fashioned way with his fingers but as this was Harry's first time, he wasn't going to try that. He would use a couple spells he knew to loosen him up then go about it that way. Giving the two non-verbal spells to dilate him and desensitize slightly, hearing Harry gasp again, he kissed the young man passionately once more. Letting his tongue dance with Harry's, he slid the wand back under the pillow then slipped his hand down and toyed with Harry's now loosened entrance, rubbing a finger over it.

Shuddering at the sensations, unable to come up with anything to describe how odd, but strange it felt, all Harry could do was moan and shiver. Just the light touch against his opening was enough to send something like short shocking bursts of pleasure through his body. Letting out an inarticulate sound that was somewhat gasping in nature, Harry shook violently, pressing himself down against the digit touching him.

Liking the reaction he was getting, Sirius let one finger slip inside the younger man then began to thrust it. Feeling that he was loosened up right from the spell, he slipped another in then a third. The only reaction from Harry at that was that he was grinding down on his hand, gasping. Looking up at Harry's face, he could see how flushed it was, those green eyes having slid halfway shut. Body slick with beading sweat, Harry was clutching onto the covers beneath him. Figuring that was good enough, Sirius then shifted around, removing his fingers, then leaned over the young man. Capturing Harry's mouth with his, he kissed him passionately while grabbing hold of his own throbbing cock. Leading it to Harry's loosened pucker, he pressed against it, rubbing it around to get the head wet. Once he felt it was enough, he began to press forward slowly, moaning into Harry's mouth as the still somewhat tight ass of the younger man began to close around his already throbbing cock. Quickly, the head slipped in then the rest followed until he was buried balls deep in Harry. Stopping, he moaned more, shuddering at the sensations of the tight ass surrounding his already overly sensitive flesh.

Arching up against Sirius as the older man's cock filled him, Harry broke off the kiss and let out a loud moan. Oh, yes, there was a burning involved when Sirius slid into his ass, but the other feelings that came with it were almost mind-blowing! Never in his life had he felt anything like it before and he wanted more. “Oh, Merlin,” was all he was able to stammer out in a shaky voice.

Feeling Harry's ass clench around him, Sirius threw his head back and moaned. Fuck it felt good! Unable to stop himself, he began to thrust slightly, grinding his teeth, trying to maintain his self control. Like in the past with women he had been with, he wanted to fuck the young man below him into the mattress but kept a grip on it, forcing himself to remember that this was Harry's first time. Thrusting slowly, he moaned Harry's name, fingers tightly clenched in the bedding below him.

Panting heavily, reaching down between them to stroke his own demanding cock, Harry arched up again, pressing down on the cock in his ass. Oh bloody hell, it felt amazing! Far better than just a wank did. Feeling his hair stand on end at the sensations he couldn't even begin to describe, his blood then seemed to have turned into a version of liquid fire. Reaching up with a shaking hand, he put it on the back of Sirius' head and pulled him down, lifting his own head to meet him half way. Kissing him passionately, he started trusting onto his cock a little, wanting him to move faster and, maybe, a little harder.

Taking that as a hint, Sirius began to thrust faster, adding some more oomph to them as he did. Breaking off the kiss, he pushed Harry back down flat on the bed then leaned over him, propping himself up on his forearm. Capturing his mouth again, he began to devour it while he thrust, slipping his free hand under the younger man's back, holding him like that. Grinding into Harry's ass, he groaned softly in his mouth as his hips picked up a bit more speed.

Breaking off the kiss, Harry panted heavily then managed to get out the word 'harder' as his hand was a blur on his own cock. Whole body throbbing by this point, feeling like he was on fire, all he wanted was more of the amazing sensations Sirius' cock was producing.

Looking down at Harry, Sirius panted heavily, body bathed in sweat. Though leery of doing it, knowing he could hurt him, he picked up speed once more, thrusting harder. Eyes locked on Harry's face, he adored what he was seeing there, the flushed lustful look of someone that had completely lost himself in the sensations of the act. Groaning and grunting, he kept thrusting, teeth clenched tightly as his own body rippled and danced with sensations. Feeling that hot knot deep in his belly spasm then throb, he knew he couldn't hold out much longer. Hissing between tightly clenched teeth, he managed to get out, “Come on, Harry, cum for me!”

Arching up at hearing that, Harry let out a loud wail then came, coating both his own chest and part of Sirius' with his cum. The words—hearing someone say them the first time aloud had been enough to trigger it for him. Body spasming, his hand still moving on his cock, his wail turned into a loud keening noise as his whole body was rocked with sensations. Oh hell yes, this was definitely better than any wank he ever had!

Feeling Harry's tight ass ripple then clench around his cock, Sirius threw his head back and all but yelled “fuck yes,” then began to cum himself, bathing the inside of Harry's ass with it. Hips still thrusting as he rode out the waves of his orgasm, he just grunted, eyes tightly closed. Once he was finished, he collapsed over the younger man. Still propped up on his forearm slightly, his chest was touching Harry's but his full weight was off him.

Panting, gasping for air as his whole body tingled, Harry muttered, “Bloody hell!”

Chuckling unevenly, Sirius said, “Yeah, good description, Harry. Though I would have gone for fucking amazing myself.”

Panting, Harry just grinned, eyes sliding shut. As he did that, though, he felt something odd. When he moved slightly, Sirius' chest brushing against his own, it felt like another orgasm was building. Then, suddenly, it washed over him. Arching up, he let out a loud wail and came again, hips thrusting upwards as he did.

Just as the sensation washed over Harry, it hit Sirius as well. Gasping at the familiar sensation, he let out a shout that would probably have woken both Remus and his mother's portrait downstairs if the room didn't have soundproofing spells on it. Sensations dancing up and down his spine, he rode out the second orgasm then collapsed in a heap over Harry, trying to catch his breath.

Lying there, feeling like he couldn't move because his body had turned to jelly, all Harry could do was try to breathe as he felt everything throb. Eyes slightly rolled back, he just whimpered and shook.

After a minute or so, Sirius was able to lift himself up on a shaky arm and look down at his godson, eyes overly wide. He was well aware what his refraction time for the act was and it sure as hell wasn't within minutes. Nor was he even fully hard when it hit but it had. Looking at Harry, he asked, voice shaky, “You alright?”

“Oh yeah,” Harry said, giving him a goofy grin. “Bloody amazing, that was!”

Snorting, Sirius said, “That it was! Something took hold, I think. And whatever it was wore me the fuck out.” Pushing himself off the young man, he rolled onto his back then reached under the pillow to grab his wand. Casting a spell to clean both of them, he just laid there panting. Then, after a couple moments, reached out and grabbed Harry's arm then pulled him next to him. When the younger man curled up to his side, his arm slipped around him and he held him close. “If Remus expects me to be up and moving before noon tomorrow, he has another think coming.”

Curling up to Sirius, arm draped over his chest, Harry's eyes slid shut and he chuckled, “Makes two of us.”

Fingers starting to run through Harry's hair, Sirius muttered, “Sleep, Harry.”

“Alright,” Harry replied, yawning, feeling exhaustion overtake him.

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