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Unrequited Love	By : Kitkatislovely95 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Sirius Views: 18406 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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And here comes the sex! Yes! Finally happy. :) Hope I did alright with the sex scene. Also, there is an explanation for Sirius' behavior... The jerk. :p

Harry moaned at the feeling of lubricated fingers at his hole, sliding first one, than two inside his willing body. He fucked himself down on them, not caring that he probably looked like a wanton whore; just caring about Sirius getting on with fucking him into the mattress.

"Please Sirius. I'm ready, please take me now."

That seemed to be all that needed to be said because the fingers were removed and his legs were pushed up to his chest. He looked down his body, watching as Sirius lined his cock up with Harry's hole, watching as the firm piece of flesh slowly slide into his body, moaning at the feeling of being stretched by the one he loved. His cock was soon seated to the hilt and Sirius stayed there until Harry gave him the go ahead to move.

He never moved his eyes way from where their bodies were joined, watching Sirius fuck into him. He let his eyes trail up his lover's body, seeing his chest heave with his panted breaths, the pulse in his neck pumping quickly, his mouth open in a silent moan and his eyes closed in ecstasy. It was the most erotic thing Harry had ever laid his eyes on.

Between the pounding of his arse and the sight of Sirius’ pleasure, this was officially the best sex Harry had ever had. Sirius leaned down to seal their lips together, swallowing Harry's moan at a particularly hard thrust into his prostate.

Harry came suddenly with absolutely no warning, just from Sirius fucking him. He came so hard that he blacked out just as Sirius moan his name and his come shot into Harry’s arse.

~HPSB~HPSB~HPSB~HPSB~HPSB~

When Harry awoke, light was streaming in through the window. He quickly closed his eyes, warding off the light, all the while wondering what time it was.

The next thing he noticed was that he wasn't alone.

He opened his eyes again and from his place on the man's chest, looked up to meet those deep blue eyes he loved so damn much.

"So last night wasn't a dream then." He had said it more to himself, but Sirius heard him.

"No, love. Last night was very much real." Sirius let his hand stroke through Harry's hair, fingers combing it, trying to gently work out the knots.

Harry was bewildered. He thought that Sirius would be gone by now, but obviously he was wrong. Maybe...maybe Sirius realized he loved him too?

Harry shook his head. No, last night had to have been a onetime thing. Harry sighed sadly. He really never should have let it happen.

But, hadn't Harry stopped making assumptions a long time ago? He would get answers before he did anything he might regret. Or maybe, he was just still hoping Sirius loved him.

Harry took a deep breath and looked into the older man's eyes, "Sirius...what was last night?"

Sirius watched as Harry composed himself before looking up at him with guarded eyes. He hated himself, because he knew it was his fault that that look was there at all. Harry was afraid of being hurt again. Sirius vowed to do whatever he had to make Harry trust him again.

He pulled Harry to sit next to him against the headboard, pushing himself up onto his knees. He knelt in front of his lover, sighed and looked up to meet his eyes. He could drown in those orbs of green color.

"This is a long story Harry. But I need you to hear me out." Sirius watched Harry nod his confirmation. He took a deep breath and began.

"Harry, the summer before your 6th year, that night we spent together was the best night of my life. I had been thinking about you in a way that I felt I shouldn't have for a long time before that and that night… I had lost all sense of reason. It had been wonderful and perfect and when it was over, I just convinced myself to feel guilty and ashamed of it. You're my deceased best friend's son, you're my godson, you're so much younger than me; I was sure it was wrong. When you said you loved me, I hadn't even realized how much I wanted it. I just kept telling myself that you would get over it, that you just thought you were in love with. I guess I was afraid of getting hurt if that had been true. You left the next day, but I couldn't really blame you after what I had said.

“I spent the next two months," he swallowed and took a deep breath, bracing himself. "I spent the next two months...sleeping with guy after guy, hoping to get the feelings that you had given me that night. But no matter who I slept with, it was never the same. In fact, it left me feeling emptier than before.

Then I got that letter from Ron and Hermione, asking me to come and visit you. It said that you had been really depressed lately and they thought I could help. I don't remember ever feeling as happy as I was when I thought you had wanted to see me. I should have known that you would be depressed for an entirely different reason, but I was still telling myself that you didn't really love me. I got there, expecting you to run into my arms, when you really didn't even want me there. That weekend was horrible because all I could think about was wanting my godson back.

“That night in the Astronomy Tower, I just wanted to die when I saw the tears in your eyes; you shouldn't have been crying for something that was my fault. I deluded myself into thinking you fancied yourself in love with me because we had been intimate. You said that one day the truth would reveal itself and I would realize that I had been wrong. I just didn't get what you meant until recently.

“But after that, I started up again. Guy after guy, night after night. I never slept with the same person for too long; I was on a quest to find someone who could make me feel the way you did. For a year, it worked. The sleeping around kept me distracted enough not to notice just how much I missed you.” Sirius stopped and looked away, a far off look in his eyes.

He sighed before continuing. “Then I met John. He reminded me a lot of you, though I thought that there were enough physical differences for people not to notice the resemblance. We were happy, well as happy as I could be with a substitute. I think he could tell I wasn't fully in it, but he never said anything.

“Then I saw you going towards the Weasley twins' store and I just had to stop you. I hadn't known if you would have seen me with John but I had missed you so much that I couldn't help it. You had realized my replacement of you, hadn't you? I could see it in your eyes that you had. When I asked you to be my best man at the wedding, I hadn't known that I had really wished you would say no, that you loved me too much to do it. But I had hugged you anyways, wanting to hold on and never let go. You were so warm and you fit perfectly in my arms. I let you go and watched you go stand between Draco and Blaise. I was jealous that I couldn't keep my arms around you, but I could see you looked almost...dead. I thought that my asking you to be at my wedding in general could have done it.

“Two weeks later, John tells me he can't marry me. He told me that it was because you loved me and he couldn't hurt you that way; he didn’t even know you and yet he couldn’t hurt you. You were my godson and I was the one responsible for so much of your pain.” Sirius stopped again and snorted in self-hatred.

“I told him you didn't love me, you just thought you did. He basically told me I was clueless before giving me back my ring and walking out of my life. I went to your house, angry; not at you, but at myself. I just decided to take it out on you. I regret that day Harry. I regret coming there and the entire fight in general. I still find it hard to believe that I almost hit you. I would never lay a hand on you to hurt you Harry. I just wasn't in my right mind. I guess I was finally realizing just how much I loved you."

Sirius watched the tears roll down Harry's cheeks and wiped them away with his thumbs. Sirius's voice stayed just as soft as it had been the entire conversation as he continued.

"This past year I've been trying to sort out my emotions. Trying to decipher what I feel for you, how exactly to get you forgive me. I will admit to trying to forget you for a while, but it didn't work for long. Not when I had nothing else to keep my mind off of you. So when I got the letter that said Draco and Blaise were bonding, I wondered if maybe you would be there. I thought that I would at least come and tell them congratulations, but it was really just an excuse to see if you had come. When I saw you, I knew that I loved you more than anything or anyone else. I know I've made some mistakes these last few years. I know I can't take away the pain I've caused you. I don't know how to apologize for everything that has happened to this point. All I know is that, if you let me, I will spend the rest of my life making you happy. I'll understand if you want me to leave you alone and if makes you happy I will. I just need you to know that I love you."

When Sirius was done, he looked into Harry's eyes, expecting to see rejection in those endless seas of emerald, but to his surprise, he saw nothing but happiness.

"Do you have any idea how long I've waited to hear you say that you love me? Do you honestly think I'm going to tell you to go away?" Harry smiled lovingly at the older man kneeling in front of him, before launching himself at Sirius; catching him off guard. Harry planted his lips over his lover's and twined his fingers with Sirius's own, pinning his hands above his head.

Harry felt Sirius try to push up on his hands, but he held them down. He wasn't done yet. "You know, back in 6th year, I always told myself that I would wait for you. I would wait for however long it took. And I did. It doesn't matter to me that you have been with other people because so have I. All that matters now is that you're mine."

"I'm yours. Always." Sirius whispered to him.

"I love you Sirius."

"I love you too."

Those little words were music to Harry ears.

~HPSB~HPSB~HPSB~HPSB~HPSB~

Later that night, after many more rounds of lovemaking, they emerged from their room; realizing they were still in Malfoy manor, and while Sirius went to apparate home, Harry promised to meet him there in a minute. He had to talk to someone first.

Sirius wasn't happy about letting Harry go, but he consented nonetheless. As soon as he was gone, Harry went in search of Draco and Blaise.

He found them in Lucius's study, sitting with Severus and Lucius sipping firewhisky. Harry made sure he looked heartbroken. They were going to confess before he told them the good news.

"Harry?" Draco was the first to notice the Gryffindor. He looked into Harry's watery eyes and immediately hated himself.

"Why?" was all Harry asked.

"I thought that maybe he would come to his senses Harry. I was only trying to help. What happened love?"

Draco sounded sad as he and Blaise both wrapped their arms around Harry. Harry almost felt bad for lying to them. Almost.

"He told me..."

"What, what did he tell you, Harry?" Draco sounded desperate to know what the bastard had said to hurt his best friend. With this reaction coming from Harry, he might just have to commit murder.

"He told me...that he loves me too." This came out just as two big obviously fake tears came out of his eyes.

Draco was so frazzled that he hadn't grasped what had been said just yet, "He told you-" Recognition hit his face then and he narrowed his eyes dangerously. Severus, Lucius and Blaise let go of the laughter they had been holding in.

As Harry joined in with the laughing trio, Draco let go and sat back down, crossing his arms and pouting.

Harry collected himself first and went to Draco, plopping into his lap, "Don't pout, Dray. I just had to get a confession as to who it was that sent out that invitation."

"Well that wasn't nice. I was afraid I was going to have to hunt down the dog and fix him for hurting you again." He wrapped his arms around Harry's middle.

"Don't call him that and if you ever go anywhere near his balls, I'll have to kill you. And I really didn't want to do that, Draco. Besides, I wanted to thank you for inviting him. Last night had been perfect."

Blaise decided to speak up as he rested his hand dangerously high on Harry's leg, "Is he a better lover than us?"

He looked into Blaise’s playfully seductive eyes, "I don't know. That's a tough call. You were one excellent lover, dear." Harry batted his lashes at Blaise before they both laughed again.

Harry sighed and wiggled himself out of Draco's lap, "Well, I have to go. I have a man waiting for me."

Severus snorted, "Don't you mean dog?"

Harry looked contemplative for a moment, "Hmmm...That gives me an idea. I wonder if he'd fuck me as Padfoot." Four heads whipped around to stair wide eyed at the supposed Golden Boy. Harry smirked at them all before turning, adding a sway to his hips as he walked out the door. "I'll make sure to tell you how that feels, Severus. Because you seem so interested in what I go home to."

He retreat was followed by laughter again and Severus's 'Spoiled brat.' He walked out the front door, outside the gates and looked behind him at the manor once more. He sighed before smiling at the thought of who he got to go home to.

It might have taken him three years, but he had the man he loved with him now. He firmly believed in soul mates, and he knew Sirius was his. He would spend the rest of his life happy just because Sirius was with him.

It just goes to show that patience may really be a virtue. He sighed again, and, thinking of the inside of his lover's bedroom, disappeared with a soft pop.

So, how was it? This is the last chapter of this story, aside from the epilogue. Thank you all for reading my story, and I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. :)

Love,

Kitkat
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