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The Dawning of Three	By : Persephone Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 13952 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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“Just breathe. In and out, slowly. Think of nothing but the way you’re breathing.”

Harry sat crossed legged on the bear fur in the living room. His eyes closed, his hands resting on his knees. He could feel the heat of the fire flickering over his face, warming his skin and easing his muscles. He tried to do what Sirius was asking of him but he couldn’t help but think about Remus, sitting alone up in his room as he struggled. The full moon was tomorrow and he knew the werewolf was feeling it, mainly by the way he had locked himself away and refused to let either Sirius or himself near him.

“Stop it Harry, Remus is fine. Concentrate on your breathing.”

Harry opened one eye and looked at the man who was sitting in the chair opposite him. “How’d you know?” he asked.

Sirius shrugged, “I can read you easily. I can tell when you are happy, sad, nervous. Remus and I more in tuned to you than anyone else.”

“Is Remus going to be okay?” Harry closed his eye again, wiggling his shoulders as he tried to relax.

“Of course he is. I’ll send you up to him later with some chocolate and he’ll be over the moon.”

“He will?”

“Yes. Now shut up and get back to breathing right. You want to become an animagus don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Do it.”

Harry’s lips curved before he could stop them. He pressed them together, trying to stop his smile from spreading too much. He took a deep breath in, filling his lungs before letting it slip passed his lips again on the way out. He repeated it until it was all he was focussing on and the rest of his mind was empty. He shuddered. With nothing else to capture his thoughts, his power was so freely accessible that it seemed as if there was nothing else inside of him. It swallowed him, overpowered him...caressed him. In it he saw light and darkness, saw strength and weakness. It hummed with need, wanting him to use it just as much as he wanted too. This was his core, what he truly was; stripped of his personality, his flesh, his thoughts, this power was what would be left of him.

“Now search your soul.” Sirius’ voice seemed so far away that Harry strained to hear it. “Find that part of you that seems more wild than the rest. The part that is driven by instinct alone.”

Harry tried but he didn't understand what he was really looking for. There was nothing, only darkness. His power shifted when he demanded it too but how was he supposed to find his soul? He couldn’t determine one part from another. Not yet. His frustration rose and he pushed himself harder trying to figure out what it was he was looking for. Some kind of animal inside of him? Some other part of his soul?

“Relax Harry, don’t get worked up. It will take some time to find it.”

Find what? What was he looking for? All he had was power and that wasn’t what he was searching for. He didn't even have to look for that. It came so easy these days, since he defeated Voldemort he hadn’t had to worry about using his wand. He radiated magic. It sizzled and thrummed beneath his skin. It was alive within him but it was distracting, it wouldn’t allow him to see through its mass, wouldn’t allow him to uncover what it was he needed to find in order to become an animagus.

“Harry.”

His body shook as he thrust the power aside, trying to pick at pieces that could help him and coming away empty handed. It was slipping through his fingers, every time he thought he might be onto something it eluded him. He was travelling deeper and deeper inside of himself on his quest for this thing that he didn't understand and it felt as if it was two years earlier and he was back fighting the war.

“Harry, stop!” hands gripped his arms and squeezed painfully, dragging him back to the surface. His mind suddenly flooded with thoughts; what was going on? What the hell was that? Why was he shaking? What now? Sirius was crouched in front of him, his fingers still digging into Harry’s flesh. He frowned at the younger wizard, searching his face for signs of distress. “You okay?”

Harry gasped for air and forced his body to stop trembling. “I’m fine.” He said, “What was that?”

“Your magic.” Sirius sighed, letting him go and sitting on the floor in front of him, their knees touching. Somehow that made it a little better. “You are so powerful Harry that giving your magic free reign isn’t the best idea a lot of the time. Now we know that’ll happen I can prepare you more next time.”

“But why was it so out of control?” Harry asked, staring down at his hands.

Sirius reached over and took them in his, curling his fingers around them. “Remember that there is no such thing as dark magic, just dark people?” Harry nodded, “Well magic is something that needs guidance, it can be both good or bad depending on intention. Without the person to control it, it seems that magic takes on its most powerful side in order to...for lack of a better word, survive.”

“So my most powerful side is evil?” Harry’s face crumpled but Sirius shook his head.

“That does not mean that you are evil Harry. There is a part of your power that came from what you’ve been through with Voldemort, a part that will recognise fighting, surviving and doing whatever needed to make it happen. It cannot recognise good and evil, just strength and weakness. So it will overpower you to make sure you aren’t a threat.”

“But it’s my magic, how would I be a threat?”

“It’s such a complicated thing, magic, and it wants to take you to where you need to be. If you don’t let it then it’s as if you’re a threat to your own destiny. But you don’t need to worry about that, Harry. All it means is that once you’re on the right path, you will be able to do what you just did without it overwhelming you.”

Harry sighed, “Honestly all of what you just said went over my head.”

Sirius barked a laugh and yanked Harry against him, folding his arms around him. “Yeah, I gathered it had.”

When they pulled apart, Harry cocked his head and said, “What do you reckon is holding me back from being fully connected with it?”

Sirius cleared his throat, shrugging, “I dunno, babe. Maybe there’s been something that your mind has been telling you and you’re choosing to ignore it. You have to follow your heart because more often than not it’s just pushing you in the direction you are supposed to go.”

Harry stared at his godfather, wondering whether he would be saying the same thing if he knew just what Harry’s heart had been telling him to do. Then again, he didn't seem to be shy in his affections with the younger male.

“But what if your heart is telling you to do something that might have bad consequences?” he asked quietly.

“Sometimes you just have to risk it.” Sirius breathed.

Harry’s eyes casted over Sirius’ face, pausing briefly on the man’s lips before he shook himself out of his thoughts. “When do you think I will get it? This animagus thing I mean.”

“Shouldn’t be too long. We’ll just keep practicing but let’s not push it too much today. Just keep practicing clearing your mind and searching for the animal inside of you.” Sirius flopped down on the fur beside of him, resting his arms behind his head. Harry quickly joined him and the two of them stared up at the ceiling.

Harry thought about what it would mean to follow the odd little quirks his mind was having these days and decided that it probably wouldn’t be the best bet. He chuckled to himself, thinking about how the public would react if they found out what he thought about when his wrist was suddenly caught in an iron grasp and he was being yanked over on his side and pulled up against his godfather.

“Come ’ere you.” Sirius muttered as he held on to him.

Harry snuggled into his side, resting a hand on the man’s stomach. He realised how weird it was about fifteen seconds after and went to move, only to find he was being held tight enough that he couldn’t.

“What are we doing?” he asked, speaking quietly.

“Hugging. What do you think we’re doing?” Sirius pulled him in tighter and placed a chaste kiss on his head. Harry relaxed into the hold, tapping his fingers against Sirius’ chest. He could fall asleep like this; in the warmth that his godfather’s body and the fire brought him. Sirius was stroking his fingers through Harry’s hair and the boy’s eyes started drooping.

“Stop that.” He whined, wiggling. He felt Sirius’ chest rise and fall with his laughter.

“You can sleep if you want.”

“I don’t want too.” Harry said, “I thought you were going to get me to go and see Remus.”

Those fingers skipped down to trail up and down his back, “I will but I’m keeping you for myself for a little bit. Remus gets all the attention.” Sirius teased.

“Does not. You demand it more.”

“And yet no one gives me what I want...”

“Oh woe is Sirius.” Harry muttered sarcastically, regretting it a little when the older man’s hands curled at his hips and starting tickling him mercilessly. A rather feminine squeak escaped his mouth and he clamped his lips shut as he tried to free himself from Sirius’ grasp. “Le’go!” he demanded as the hands tortured him. He rolled away but Sirius went with him, settling his body on top of the struggling boy as he laughed, continuing to elicit bursts of hysteria from the usually uptight boy beneath him. He hadn’t heard Harry laugh like this in a long time and the sound was music to his ears.

Harry gasped and giggled and bucked, trying to dislodge Sirius but not getting very far. When the man’s hands finally stopped, he sucked in much needed air, squeezing his eyes shut as his heart thumped behind his chest. His hands were pinned beside his head now and when he let his eyes slip open, Sirius’ face was poised over his, his hot breath falling on Harry’s mouth. It intoxicated him somehow, made his brain fuzzy and his body hot. Sirius’ gaze was intent, holding Harry’s in a way that refused to let the boy look away.

Panic stirred in Harry’s chest as he stared at the man pinning him to the floor. It wasn’t because he thought Sirius would hurt him but rather because he knew that he wouldn’t. He knew that the only thing Sirius was going to do in this situation was close the gap between them and make Harry question himself even more. He could see it in the way Sirius’ breathing had sped up and his eyes kept flickering down to Harry’s mouth. He wanted to stop him, wanted to escape and not let this happen. He couldn’t do it to Remus and couldn’t do it to himself. But he found himself frozen, his body paralyzed with something that wasn’t fear. Swallowing thickly Harry opened his mouth to speak just as Sirius started lowering his head. It was a slow descend with an obvious intent but Harry still couldn’t believe that it was going to happen. Sirius was going to kiss him and he was letting him, allowing the man to come closer and closer. He was a hairs breadth away when Harry’s mind and body synced up again and he turned his head to the side, to stare into the fire.

“I really should go and check on Remus.” He said, clearing his throat nervously. He could feel Sirius’ breath on his cheek, could practically feel the touch of lips on his flesh.

“Yeah I guess you should.” Sirius said quietly, “There’s a large bar of chocolate in the fridge downstairs, take that up to him will you.”

Sirius rolled off of him and Harry got up, waking swiftly from the room and heading down to the kitchen. Once down there, he rested his hands on the tabletop and hung his head, trying to breathe. What was he thinking? How could he let it get to this? Sirius was actually going to kiss him; their lips would have touched had Harry not turned away. He tried not to think about what it would feel like to kiss Sirius. Imagining those lips against his, thinking about what Sirius would taste like...

Letting out a long groan, Harry shook his head and grabbed a large bar of chocolate from the fridge. He was not going to torture himself with those kind of thoughts, it wouldn’t serve to help anybody, least of all him. Bounding up the stairs, he tried to push the knowledge that his godfather wanted to kiss him away before he faced Remus. He didn't want the werewolf to think something was up.

Knocking on the door, he waited until he heard Remus’ dry voice calling for him to come in and pushed it open. The room was dark, almost pitch black, and Harry had to squint to even make out the bed. Frowning, he switched the light on, wincing in the suddenly brightness and saw that Remus was balled up on the bed completely hidden beneath the duvet. A flash of pain speared his gut and he sighed at the sight of it. He hadn’t thought it would be this bad for Remus, maybe after the transformation with his bruised body but not before. Tip-toeing over to the bed, he sat down and rested a hand on the human shaped lump, touching what he hoped was Remus’ arm.

“Hey.” He said softly.

Remus moved slowly, crawling out from beneath the covers and sitting up. He looked terrible with dark circles under his eyes and slightly clammy looking skin. He smiled at Harry and the boy was surprised to see that it didn't seem that forced. “Hello you.” Remus said, reaching out and grabbing Harry’s hand, squeezing hard.

“You okay?” Harry asked, shifting closer. He wanted to provide Remus some comfort but wasn’t sure how to go about it.

“I’m fine, the full moon just plays havoc with me at the moment.”

Harry waved the chocolate bar, “I have chocolate.”

“Well come on in.” Remus grinned, extending an arm and inviting Harry scoot up next to him. Harry went with it, positioning himself in the crook of Remus’ arm and letting the warmth of the other man seep into him. Guilt flooded him suddenly and he felt as though he wanted to blurt out the fact that Sirius had tried to kiss him, just to clear his conscious. He didn't dare though. He didn't want to cause problems.

“Is there anything I can do to make it better?” Harry asked as he opened the packet, focussing more on the chocolate then the man next to him. There was silence, as if Remus was contemplating the question before the man let out a huff of air.

“You’re doing it already.” Was the answer and it made Harry relax a little bit. He snapped off a few dark squares and handed them to Remus before breaking off a bit for himself. “How’d the training go?”

“Not great...I didn't get too far. My magic took over and I couldn’t find what I needed to find.” His annoyance on the matter came through in his voice and he sent Remus a slightly embarrassed look, placing some chocolate on his tongue and letting it melt in the heat of his mouth.

“It’s not an easy thing to do, Harry. It took Sirius and your father a long time to figure it out. Don’t forget that you have magic that is incredibly strong and it is going to be a little unpredictable sometimes.” Remus ended his sentence by biting into his chocolate and flashing Harry another grin.

“I just hope I can get it before the next full moon.”

“If anyone can, it’s you.”

“You think it will take longer.” Harry muttered, knowing this to be true.

Remus shrugged, “I just don’t want you to get disappointed if it does.”

Breaking off some more chocolate, Harry handed Remus some and nibbled at his own. He slumped a little bit, fitting more snugly against the man. He had hoped that he would have been strong enough to learn how to be an animagus as soon as possible but he should have known that it would take time. It was silly to think that everything would be easy now that he was more powerful. He just really wanted to be able to be with Remus during the full moon, to make sure that he was okay. He wasn’t looking forward to spending tomorrow night alone while Remus and Sirius went to the forbidden forest for a night of playing. They had originally thought that they would stay in the garden, but with Moony so worked up Sirius had suggested that they go to the forest instead, that way he’d have more room to run about.

Remus’ hand in his hair stirred him from his thoughts. “I would say that you could come with us, but you will get cold and it’ll be safer for you here.”

“I’ll be bored without you two.” Harry pouted rather childishly.

Remus beamed, “You can invite someone over or go out.” He face dropped then, “On second thoughts, maybe you should come with us.”

“Please!” Harry begged, “I’ll dress warmly and Hermione showed me how to put a warming charm on my clothes that works really well.”

The werewolf didn't really look too pleased but there was something in his eyes that told Harry that he would be getting his way. “You better bring a bag with you, that way you can have an extra blanket and some food. We might be on the move a lot and I know you don’t use your wand often now but bring it, just in case. We won’t be the only ones in the forest tomorrow night.”

Shifting onto his knees and turning towards Remus, Harry let a smile split his face, “Thanks Remus, I can’t wait.” A hand grabbed his top and he was yanked forward sharply until his nose was pressed against Remus’.

“Just be careful and you will have to follow Moony’s lead if there is trouble.”

“Promise.” Harry breathed, his muscles twitching with his excitement. He couldn’t wait to get out there now but he would have to calm himself down. He had to go to Ron and Hermione’s place later and help them finish up unpacking before they got a takeaway and finally got some time just the three of them.

“If something happens to you I’m going to get pissed off. That includes minor things so don’t fall over and scrape your knee.”

Harry scoffed, “Now I can’t promise that, but it’ll be worth the telling off.”

He let Remus finish off the chocolate, as if it was his own way of saying thank you and watched him as he sucked on it happily. He was looking much better now, less sickly but the smell of sweat still hung in the air, subtle but present. Harry cocked his head.

“I’m going to run you a bath, I’m sure it’ll help you relax.” He said before jumping from the bed and walking into the bathroom.

“Harry, stop...you don’t have─”

“Remus shut up, I’m doing this.”

Turning the taps on, he chucked in bubble bath that had incredible soothing properties that they no doubt used this time of the month. He made sure the bath was pretty hot and filled just over halfway before turning the taps off and turning back to the bedroom, spotting Remus making the bed.

“You ready?” he asked, wiping his hands on his jeans and moving towards the other man.

“Yeah, thanks.” Remus muttered as he started loosening the drawstring of his thin pyjama bottoms, his chest was bare again and Harry wondered whether he would stop having to fight to keep his eyes off of it. A lump formed in his throat that took a few hard swallows to dissipate. Remus came to a stop right next to him, their shoulders almost touching, the man looked him over with a slight frown. “You okay?” he asked.

Harry nodded a little faster than normal, “Yes.” Remus lifted a hand and set it on Harry’s cheek, his thumb brushing the boy’s cheekbone. Harry pressed his lips together, trying to keep the words that wanted to escape imprisoned.

“Good.” Remus smiled and leant in to press a kiss to Harry’s temple. “I’ll take that bath now.”

Harry didn't move until the bathroom door was closed, he didn't really know what to do now. He wasn’t sure he would be able to go back downstairs and face Sirius and he still had a while before he had to be at Ron and Hermione’s place. Giving himself a swift smack to the cheek, he forced himself back downstairs. He couldn’t hide away from his godfather, that would only make the man bring the subject up again.

The image of Sirius’ face coming closer and closer popped into his mind again as he headed down the stairs. He wondered what the consequences of not turning away would have been. Would he have enjoyed the kiss? Or would it have been just one big mistake; nothing but a catalyst for a bonding breakup. What would Remus have said had he known what had almost happened?

Sirius was sitting in the living room still, feet curled up underneath him on the armchair, just staring into space. Harry didn't know what was going on in his mind but he didn't want to ask either. The animagus looked up at him when he entered.

“Harry...look, I─”

Waving a dismissive hand, Harry said, “Sirius forget about it.” The man frowned heavily but didn't say anything else. “I left Remus in the bath.”

“Huh?”

“I ran him a bath, he was looking kinda...worn out.”

Nodding, the older man shifted his legs out from under him and stood up, “Yeah, he gets like that the day before. He’ll be the worse on Saturday.”

“He said I can come with you tomorrow night...to the forest that is.” Harry mentioned, taking a step closer. His fingers twitched and his muscles tensed and he realised with some surprise that he wanted to be closer to Sirius, wanted the wizard to touch him again.

“He did?” Sirius burst, eyebrows raised. He took a step to match Harry’s and ran a hand through his hair. “That surprises me, though I can’t say I’m not pleased. We’ll have a good time and you should get used to being out with us, once we get you to animagus status you’ll never get out of it.”

“I wouldn’t want too. I had to beg him to let me go tomorrow.”

“Why did you want to come?”

Harry shrugged, rubbing his lips together before answering, “I want to make sure he’s alright. That he’s happy and safe.”

“You want to look after him.” Sirius stated, shaking his head a little. “You don’t have to do that, babe...we’re here to look out for you, not the other way around.”

“I can’t help it.” Harry muttered, “I want to make sure he’s okay.”

“Because you love him.” Sirius said, something in his voice that made the sentence seem a lot more serious then Harry had anticipated.

“Yeah, of course I do.”

“He loves you too, y’know...so do I.”

The words effected him more then he thought they would but he couldn’t tell whether it was in a good or a bad way. Seeing the depth of emotion in Sirius’ grey eyes was so unusual and in some way, so needed, that it shocked Harry into silence. He wanted to let Sirius know that he loved him too, but the words stuck in his throat for some reason. All he could do was nod stiffly.

“I know.” He said, clearing his throat.

Sirius passed him on the way out, patting Harry on the shoulder. “I’ll see you later.” He said before wandering out, leaving Harry standing there, wondering just what the hell was going on with his life.

ooOOoOOoOOoo

Sirius let out a long suffering sigh and swore at himself. He should never had pushed it like that, trying to kiss Harry had been stupid at this stage, now the boy was no doubt worrying about a hundred different things. He had pushed their success back a step, but he had seen the desire in Harry’s eyes, he had known that some part of him had wanted that kiss, only to be shoved back by the boy’s conscious. Remus needed to make that move, he thought, that way Harry would know that they both wanted him and that he wasn’t going behind Remus’ back.

Traipsing up to the bedroom, he pushed through the door and closed it behind him. He was worked up, his body thrumming with the need for release. Spending all this time around Harry, touching him and smelling him, made it worse. He was a sexual person and not being able to touch Harry the way he wanted to drove him crazy.

The bathroom door was still closed and probably would be for a while now, Remus always spent a long time in the bath when he needed to relax. Stripping off, he left his clothes in a pile on the floor and got on the bed, lying back against the pillows. His skin was hot and tight and his cock lay against his stomach, hard and aching. His abs twitched in anticipation as he ran his fingers over his chest, a whisper of a touch that had him shaking. He closed his eyes and emerged himself in one of his favourite fantasies.

The house was quiet when Sirius came in from cleaning his bike. He swiped at the sweat on the back of his neck with his hand; the sun was high today and had heated his skin, turning it a flushed pink. He pulled his vest off and left it on the floor as he walked towards the living room, the air in the house was cool and his skin rose in goosebumps as the sweat dried. The living room door was near shut and he pushed it open quietly, smiling when his eyes came to rest on the sleeping form in front of the fire place. Harry lay curled up on the fur rug, dressed only in a pair of boxers and yet a thin sheen of sweat glistened on chest.

Sirius padded silently across the floor and sunk down beside the younger male, reaching out to run his fingers down the slightly damp flesh. He touched Harry softly, a whisper that skirted along the edges of the boys consciousness, threatening to make him stir and yet not being quite enough. Sirius’ body tightened and hardened and he crawled over Harry, poising himself above him, before leaning down and pressing his tongue just above Harry’s bellybutton. He licked a long, wet line up the boy’s torso, tasting the saltiness of sweat and the sweetness that was Harry.

A small groan came from below him and Harry twisted, his back arching. Sirius lifted his head and watched as Harry blinked his eyes open, a small smile curling his mouth. Not being able to help himself, Sirius bent his head to capture those lush, sensuous lips with his. He kissed his Harry with a fevered urgency, pressing their lips together with more than enough pressure. He wanted it rough today and he knew Harry loved their urgent, hard fucking as much as he did their slow, intense love making.

Harry’s hands thrust into his hair and his legs wrapped around Sirius’ hips, squeezing as he pressed their groins together. He kissed the older man back but let Sirius take control. The animagus kept the kiss going until more air became a necessity and then he pulled back and smirked down at his lover.

“Hey babe.” He said as Harry stared up at him with lust darkened eyes. That usually bright emerald having deepened, his pupils blown wide with arousal.

“Hey.” Harry whispered, his hands drifting from Sirius’ hair down his back, fingertips pressing into the flesh. “Nice wake up call.”

“It gets better.” Sirius purred, lowering his head to trail kisses along Harry’s jaw and down his throat.

“Apparently.” Harry groaned, lifting his chin so that Sirius could lick along his neck, sliding his tongue along the hollow beneath his chin before kissing his lips again. The older man undulated his hips, pushing into Harry and feeling the proof of the other wizard’s arousal digging into his own hard-on.

He gripped Harry’s arms and pinned them above the boy’s head, “I’m going to fuck you hard.” He growled, punctuating his sentence with a forceful thrust. “I want to hear you scream my name. I want to hear you beg for my cock.”

Harry panted beneath him, mewls of desire escaping his mouth as his cheeks flush with embarrassment. His eyes hazed over as Sirius released his hands with the strict demand for him to keep them there and nipped his way down the smooth, lean chest. Pausing to swirl his tongue around perked nipples. He teased them with his teeth, biting hard enough to make Harry squirm.

His fingers yanked Harry’s briefs down his legs and flung them across the room. He took in the boy lying naked against the fur, his golden flesh so mouth-wateringly supple, his cock rock hard and leaking, leaving pearly drops of pre-cum on those tight abs. Sprawled out on the rug, Harry looked like the greatest gift Sirius could receive and he was more than ready to play with his new toy. Unbuttoning his own jeans, he sent them on their way and wrapped his fingers around his erection, pumping it a few times as he watched Harry’s hips wiggling.

“You want this?” He asked, dropping his other hand to his balls and tugging them, shuddering when a strong wave of pleasure shot through him.

Harry moaned and went to touch himself when he remembered that he wasn’t supposed to move his hand. He put it back above his head somewhat reluctantly. “Yeah, I want you.” He thrust his hips up, his cock twitching. “Please, Siri...please, I need you to fuck me.”

Damn, Sirius thought. There was no way he could hold out now, he needed to be inside Harry so desperately. Needed to be one with him again. Moving forward, he gripped Harry’s thighs and pushed them up, pulling his cheeks apart in the process and revealing the boy’s entrance. He lined himself up, stroking the sensitive pink hole with the head of his cock before pressing forward, easing his way inside of his little mate. He kept his eyes on Harry’s, not letting them go as he shoved forward with a hard snap of his hips. He roared and Harry keened and then the frantic slap of flesh on flesh filled the room and─

Sirius’ orgasm tore from his body so unexpectedly that he had to bite down on his lip to stop the roar of release from shaking the entire house. He became aware of a warm, wetness around his cock and the fact that his arms were by his side; opening his eyes he smiled down at Remus as the man gave a few last licks to Sirius’ wilting erection. The werewolf winked at him, licked his lips and flopped down on his back beside him.

“Better?” he asked as Sirius rolled on top of him and pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Much.” He could taste himself on Remus’ mouth but didn't mind that much. He moulded their bodies together, pressing naked flesh against naked flesh. He could smell the bubble bath on Remus’ skin, a sweet aroma that made his own muscles melt calmly beneath its influence. “How do you feel?” he asked, rotating his hips, hoping that he could give Remus some pleasure too.

“A lot better now, I needed that bath and some time to relax. Moony is a worked up more this month than any other, what with Harry being so near.”

“How about a little release?” Sirius purred, his lips running up and down the column of Remus’ throat. “That might ease him a little bit.”

“It might ease me a little bit.”

“That too.” Sirius chuckled, nipping the flesh beneath his mouth sharply and gaining a gasp from his bonded. He shifted, straddling Remus’ hips, sliding his hands up the other man’s chest, feeling the hard muscle bunching under his touch. “Close your eyes and think of Harry.”

“But─”

“No buts, Remy. Just think of what you want to do to him, of what you wish he would do to you. Give this to yourself.”

Remus blinked at him, looking a little wary but obviously seeing the steel in Sirius’ eyes, he followed the instruction, letting his eyes flutter shut. Sirius took in the sudden calmness of his husbands face, the way the furrows eased out and his lips parted marginally. Long eyelashes cast shadows on high cheekbones and Sirius kissed them before he moved to pressed their mouth’s together.

He moved his lips tentatively, in the way he was sure Harry would when he finally came round to the idea of kissing them, tasting Remus as he slid his tongue along the seam of his mouth. The werewolf kissed him back with more force, holding the back of his head so that he was unable to pull away. Their lips brushed and their tongues stroked each other softly as Sirius’ hands wandered down Remus’ body. He gently wiggled his backside against the thickening erection he was perched on before adding more pressure that made Remus groan.

He licked and kissed and nipped his way down Remus’ body just as he had done to Harry in his fantasy, only this time he knew all the different places that made Remus arch and twitch and growl seductively. Placing a harsh nip to the jut of Remus’ hipbone, Sirius licked the line that led him to his prize. Remus’ cock lay against his stomach, jolting every now and then. It was thick and large and flushed red with need and Sirius’ mouth watered at the sight of it. He licked a line from base to tip and had to move back when Remus’ hips thrust up wildly, almost colliding with his face.

“Whoa there.” He teased, his hands settling on Remus’ hips and pinning them down. He rubbed his mouth against his mate’s arousal, stroking his lips along with length. Remus’ thighs shook either side of him and Sirius knew that he wouldn’t last long, just as he hadn’t. Not with images of Harry in his head.

Holding Remus’ cock, Sirius slid the broad head between his lips and suckled wetly, swirling his tongue over the sensitive skin with incessant movements that served to make the noises of ecstasy louder. He bobbed his head, filling his mouth with the hot flesh, trying to get it as deep as he could. He tightened his lips and moved faster, feeling the smooth skin and the ridges of veins against his tongue. He loved the taste of Remus, always had and always would. He was musky and heady and salty, all flavours that made Sirius shudder with delight. His own cock pulsed and throbbed between his thighs again and he reached one hand down to pump it.

“Fuck...yeah...”Remus thrust his hips, fucking Sirius’ mouth with abandon. The animagus stabilised himself and let Remus have at it.

The wolf growled, the sound vibrating through both of their bodies, as he plunged in and out of his mate’s mouth, giving himself up completely. Sirius relaxed, his own hand picking up speed to match Remus’, he could see the man’s thighs tightening and knew by the sounds he was making that he was almost there. His own balls were pulling up against his body, ready for his second climax, he twisted his hand, stroked his thumb over the wet tip and grunted when Remus suddenly stilled, his chest exploding with his growl, and flooded Sirius’ mouth with warm release. Sirius’ gut clenched and his cock spurted jets of cum onto Remus’ thighs and the bed cover. He swallowed, licking stray drops from his lips as he pulled back with a ‘pop’ and gave Remus a cheeky grin.

The younger man rolled his eyes but smiled at him, his eyes half closed and his chest rising and falling faster than normal. “I needed that.” He admitted.

“I know.” Sirius shrugged, crawling up his body to kiss him again before rolling off. “I tried to kiss Harry earlier.”

Remus shot up and stared down at him with wide eyes, “You what?” he burst.

“We were playing and I was on top of him and I saw it in his eyes, he wanted it and I thought...lets just go for it. So I leant in and just at that last minute he turned his head away. I feel stupid anyway so don’t be too hard on me.”

“That was silly Sirius, what if acts all distant now.”

“He wanted it, I’m telling you.”

“That doesn’t matter, not if he is fighting with himself. It just makes it harder on him.”

“I’m sorry, I tried to talk to him but he didn't want too. I think if you make a move, he might feel a bit better...he might realise that this is something we both want and then he might let himself just go with it.”

“Or he just might not want to be with us.” Remus huffed, looking away.

Sirius shook his head, “I don’t think so, I saw it in his eyes, Remy. I know that some part of him wanted it and that he just talked himself out of it.”

Remus didn't look so sure, he just shook his head and said, “Let’s hope so, Sirius.”

ooOOoOOoOOoo

Harry flooed to Ron and Hermione’s new place and stepped into a room of boxes. Brown, cardboard boxes, some taped shut but most left open, vomiting bubble wrap and looking a little sad. Harry looked around the bright room, noticing a brown leather sofa and glass side table that he hadn’t seen before. This place was open plan, just as Blaise’s penthouse is, however it is much smaller, with enough room for the sofa, a television and maybe a coffee table in the living area before the room opened onto the kitchen with its white cupboards and black surfaces. There were a few open draws, filled with shiny new cutlery and some wrapped up appliances on the countertops.

Hermione was yanking a kettle out of a box, dressed in jeans and a pink t-shirt with her hair falling wildly over her shoulders. She turned to him and grinned. “Hey Harry!” she said loudly. A shuffling from another room stopped and Ron plodded out of what must have been the bedroom, his orange hair sticking up at every angle.

“Hey mate.” he said in his usual manner.

Harry sighed with relief, thankful that Ron hadn’t been off with him from the start, “How are you two doing?” he asked, stepping into the room more and peering into the nearest open box, pulling out throw for the sofa. He folded it over the back of the chair and collapsed the box, trying to clear up some room.

“Not bad, it’s been a long day.” Hermione huffed, her hair blowing up with the rush of air and then floating back down again.

“I’m knackered.” Ron groaned, “Moving is so much work.”

“Worth it though I’m sure.”

“Well...”

“Hey!” Hermione glared at her boyfriend, half playful and half serious. Ron laughed, holding his hands up.

“I’m joking, calm down.”

Harry gathered the empty boxes and folded them, putting them all in a pile in the corner of the room. “A lot of this stuff is new then.” He said, seeing that most of it was still in the packaging they came in.

Ron walked over, pulling at his Gryffindor jumper, “Yeah, we don’t have anything so we had to buy most of it. Some of the stuff were gifts too and we got a lot of it with what you gave us.”

Harry had gifted them some galleons just after the war ended, a lot of galleons in fact, but the money had come from an anonymous source who thought to thank Harry for killing Voldemort by sending it to him. He hadn’t wanted it of course, but he couldn’t send it back, so he gave it to his friends, knowing that it would help them start their life together. Obviously it had, he thought, as he looked around and took in the wide screen TV and boxes of new appliances. He was glad that they got to have this; stability was important and they knew exactly what they wanted from each other. They would get married and have children and go through years of love and laughter and even some hate, but they would make it in the end. They were born for each other. Harry was a little jealous about that.

When Ron was close enough, he smacked a hand down on Harry’s shoulder, “You been okay?” he asked, his eyes searching the other boy’s face. Harry knew what he was getting at and nodded.

“Yeah, I am...how is─” he stopped himself short, not sure whether he should be bringing it up.

Ron shrugged, “Dunno really, after she came home and went crazy I removed myself from the vicinity. She’s pissed off but she’ll get over it, it’s not like she’ll be alone forever.”

“Right.”

“Sorry mate, I guess it sucks for you too.”

“Well, maybe not as much since I was prepared for it, but it is a bit weird.” Harry said. He had had a few moments when his first instinct had been to look for where Ginny was or to not do something that might upset her before realising that he didn't have to worry about her anymore. His body missed her more than he did, the lack of sex, no matter how disappointing, was working him up and he often found himself hardening in the most awkward of situations, usually around his housemates. Although he wasn’t sure that it was as simple as a high libido and no output anymore, he had a horrid feeling that it was more than that.

“How are Sirius and Remus?” Hermione asked as they cleared up the excess rubbish lying around, stuffing it into black sacks. “Ron would you go and get a pizza or something?”

“Sure, the usual?”

“Of course.” Harry answered, chucking him some money before he flooed out. “They’re fine, Remus is struggling a bit today but other than that it’s all the same.”

“You know I’ve been doing some interesting reading lately on werewolves.”

“You have?”

“Yeah, after the war a couple of werewolves got together and wrote a few books on their history and behaviour and such. I picked a couple up the other day.”

“What for?”

“Just a bit of research.” Hermione shrugged, pulling out some white plates from the cupboard. Harry grabbed some knives and forks even though he knew they probably wouldn’t use them. They walked into the living room and placed the stuff down on the side table before falling onto the sofa. “Has there been more flirting?” she asked softly, as if broaching a touchy subject, which she kinda was.

“Sirius tried to kiss me today.” Just saying it made Harry frown. He thought back to that moment yet again, when Sirius descended on him, and his stomach jolted harshly.

“Wow, he did?” Hermione raised her eyebrows, “What did you do?”

“I turned away.”

“Oh...”

Harry looked at her, seeing the shock on her face and something else that seemed to be annoyance. He blinked hard, his hands tightening on his knees. “What do you mean, ‘oh’?”

“It’s just, I thought you might kiss him back.”

“What? Why would you think that?”

“Because I think you like them.” Hermione said nonchalantly, turning her body towards him and pressing her hands on top of his.

“I don’t...” Harry started, unsure of where to take the rest of the sentence.

“Okay, maybe it’s a little early to say for sure, but I think that you will like them, love them even, when you come to accept that you don’t have to fall for a woman or even someone your age. Love is funny, Harry, it ignores all logic and rules.”

Harry shook his head, “I...’Mione, I just don’t get it.”

Jumping up from the couch, Hermione jogged into the bedroom and came out with a small brown book. “How about you read this, it’s really interesting, and maybe it’ll give you time to think about your feelings. Just know that no matter what, we won’t judge you.”

Scoffing, Harry took the book and saw that it was one of the ones of werewolf behaviour. He figured that it might be something to look at, since he planned on spending more time with a wolf once a month. “I’m pretty sure Ron would have something to say about it.”

Hermione shrugged, “Nothing important.” She grinned.

“Look, I don’t know what’s going on with them, but I don’t have any plans to screw up their relationship.”

“What if you don’t screw it up? What if you are what they need to make it better?”

Raising an eyebrow, Harry opened his mouth to say something when the floo flared at Ron stepped in, two large and one small pizza box balancing on his hand. He was wet, his hair clinging to his face and his clothes damp.

“Apparently it’s raining out there.” He said, holding up the boxes, “Dinner’s ready though.”

Harry smirked, laughing and rolling his eyes. He put the thoughts of Sirius and Remus out of his mind and enjoyed a night with his two best friends, chatting and laughing just like they used too, before life got a heck of a lot more complicated.
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