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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 8

Sprawled naked on Sirius' bed, Harry had his legs drawn up, feet planted flat on the bed, fingers dug into the mass of Sirius' hair, shaking madly. For the first time in his life, he was getting his cock sucked and the feeling of it was mind blowing! Gasping out Sirius' name over and over, he tried to keep from thrusting his hips upwards as his godfather sucked on him. On, Merlin, was it good!

It had been a couple days since Dumbledore had shown up with the news that the Malfoy's were coming to stay. Since then, Remus had done a basic bonding spell on them to seal what happened. That had improved things for him when it came to the visions and telepathy. No, it didn't kill it completely, but it helped. So far, the only two that were making it really bad were Snape and Dumbledore. No one was sure why it was those two.

At first, they thought it was the power level when it came to Dumbledore. That wasn’t the case with Snape though. While the man was nothing to sneeze at when it came to power, he was nowhere close to Dumbledore so that threw that theory out. And, by sheer dumb blind accident, they had learned something else that did help, well, he and Sirius had anyway. If they did something sexual before they had to deal with people, it dimmed it even more. The visions were still there, especially if touched, as had been proven with Molly Weasley the day before when she popped over to drop something off and had hugged him, but it seemed to take them down in power making it to where he didn't get the massive, throbbing headache he did before. So, since Dumbledore, Snape and a couple others were due over shortly, with them probably going to come up to the top floor where Harry planned to hide out until they were gone, using the excuse of a nap, he and Sirius were going to do what they could to dim everything as much as possible. Hence the bout of sex.

Letting out a loud moan as Sirius sucked harder, the older man's tongue rubbing against the underside of the head of his cock where it met the shaft, Harry started shaking even harder. Oh, bloody hell, this felt good! Arching up when his godfather began to hum on him, he let out a loud whimper, fingers tangling tightly in Sirius' hair.

Giving an internal grin at Harry's reaction, Sirius sucked harder, bobbing his head faster. Yeah, his godson was loving this! Over his life, he hadn't ever thought about doing this to another man nor did he get why some women seemed to love performing the act. Now he did though. The reaction from Harry was very arousing! Shite, his cock was throbbing madly from hearing Harry, not to mention other reactions. Yeah, this was good! However, he was going to press on. One thing he wanted to prove to Harry was this was a two-way street when it came to things. So far, the only acts they had done were basically with Harry bottoming. He could understand why Harry wanted to do it that way.

From a couple talks, he got that his godson was worried he would end up hurt if Harry tried to top since he had no experience at all and didn't know how to go about anything. That would be expected. Sirius, though, knew a way to go about this where he could easily show Harry and give him the basics while letting him experience what it felt like to do it the other way. Besides, that would stave off the whole load of codswallop about there being a set bottom or top in a relationship that so many that were younger had. Eventually they learned that wasn't the case, but it was a myth that seemed to hang on for some time, especially when it came to two men. Nope, this was a partnership and would be treated that way, even with whoever the third was in the whole mess.

After pulling his mouth up to where just the head of Harry's cock was left in, he sucked on it, hard, then let his tongue wiggle in the slit, eliciting a moaning wail from his godson. That's when he pulled his mouth off and sat up, looking at Harry. Grabbing his wand, he quickly conjured a mirror that was on the foot board of the bed. Tossing his wand onto the bedside table, he snatched up the small vial of lube that was there. Then, sliding up, he straddled Harry's crotch, resting on his knees. Putting a hand on the back of Harry's head, he kissed him passionately, letting his tongue slip into his mouth as he did.

When he broke it off, he leaned back then grinned at the dazed, panting Harry. “Now you get why most guys like having that done,” he chuckled.

“Bloody brilliant, that was,” Harry panted, chest heaving, body bathed in sweat.

“Good way to describe it, yeah,” Sirius grinned. Reaching out, he stroked down the side of Harry's face with one finger. “I want you to watch what I'm going to do in the mirror. You don't have to do anything but sit here. Don't worry about a thing and let me do the work, alright?”

Nodding, still panting, Harry said nothing. He figured if Sirius was going to do something that felt as good as what he just did, he was all for this!

Leaning forward, Sirius kissed his godson passionately again, letting his tongue slip into his mouth as he did. While doing that, he uncorked the vial and poured the lube in his hand. Smearing it around to where it coated his fingers, he then broke off the kiss. Looking at Harry, he said, “Watch.” Slipping his hand behind him, making sure he leaned forward enough to where the view in the mirror was good, bracing his free hand on the headboard of the bed, he started to tickle his asshole with one slick finger.

Watching the mirror, Harry's eyes widened at what he saw. Sure, Sirius had done this to him, more than once by now, but he hadn't ever, you know, actually seen it done before. Eyes locked on the mirror, Harry reached down and began to stroke his still rock hard cock, panting.

Eyes sliding shut at the sensations, Sirius moaned softly as he slipped one finger into his ass. Albeit he hadn't done this before to himself, but had with women, he was getting why some raved over the sensation of it! It was unlike anything he had felt before. Fucking himself with it, he panted heavily before inserting another finger. Alright, this was bloody fucking amazing! If his fingers felt this good, he couldn't wait to feel what Harry's cock was like. Yeah, they were going to be trading off more often!

Eyes glued to the mirror, Harry stroked his cock faster, making groaning noises. He wasn't sure about watching something like this, honestly, because, well, this was Sirius, but damn was it hot! Glancing at Sirius' face, he could tell that his godfather liked it as well.

By the time Sirius had the third finger in his ass and was fucking himself with it, he was ready to press on. His own cock was rock hard and throbbing from what he was doing. Looking at Harry, he could see that flushed, aroused expression on his face, something that was telling him his godson liked the show as well. Leaning forward and kissing Harry passionately, he let his fingers slip out of his ass. Shifting around while their lips were still locked, he grasped hold of Harry's cock then moved around until he was straddling it right. Lowering himself, holding Harry's cock to where it touched his now relaxed asshole, he lowered himself down on it, moaning into Harry's mouth as he did. Bloody amazing, that was! The feeling was even better than his fingers.

Mouth locked with Sirius', Harry moaned into it as his godfather lowered himself down on his cock. The sensations from that were almost mind blowing! Grasping onto Sirius' hips to hold on, he fought the urge to thrust up and bury himself all the way into his godfather. Bloody hell, this was so good!

Lowering himself down until he was seated on Harry's lap, Sirius groaned in Harry's mouth at the hot sparks of pleasure it was setting off in him. Without a second thought, he began to move up and down, grinding his ass on Harry's cock on the down stroke. Gripping the headboard tightly, he began to move faster. Breaking off the kiss, he looked at Harry, panting. “Come on, Harry, thrust. You're not going to hurt me,” he managed to get out, between groans.

Not even thinking about it, Harry began to thrust upwards in rhythm with what Sirius was doing. Panting himself, moaning Sirius' name loudly, Harry had a death grip on Sirius' hips. Already his whole body was throbbing from the sensations, skin prickled and sweat pouring off him.

Reaching down and taking hold of his own cock, Sirius began stroking it quickly. Grinding down on Harry as he thrust up, he threw his head back and moaned Harry's name. Body slick with sweat, he felt like his blood was on fire, a hot throbbing knot in his belly sending out sparks of pure heat. Biting his bottom lip, he moaned louder.

Unable to stop himself, Harry began thrusting up faster. Panting, he pulled one hand off Sirius' hip and put it over his godfather's to help him stroke his cock. Letting out grunts as he kept thrusting, he panted, “Gonna cum!”

Stroking faster on his own cock, Sirius ground his teeth, adoring the feeling of Harry's hand on his. Slamming down on Harry's cock, grinding on it, he let out a growling moan then came, splattering not only his chest but Harry's as well.

Arching up as Sirius' ass seemed to clamp down tight on his cock, Harry yelled his godfather's name then came, hips continuing to thrust upwards on their own.

Body seized up tight, Sirius moaned as the waves of pleasure continued to course through him. Panting out Harry's name, he just held on tight to the headboard, eyes shut. Finally, after a couple minutes, he slumped when the feeling passed. Easing off his godson, he flopped onto his side, panting heavily, drenched with sweat. “Bloody hell, that was good.”

Collapsing, Harry panted heavily, eyes drooped half shut. “Yeah, I agree,” he managed to garble out while trying to catch his breath. Now he got why so many liked doing that. It sure felt different than what they had been doing. No, it wasn’t any better, just different. It was mind blowing!

Grinning as he caught his breath, Sirius chuckled. Rolling onto his side, he snatched his wand off the table by the bed and cast a cleaning charm on both himself and Harry. Tossing his wand aside, he pulled Harry to him and held him close. Stroking his sweaty head, he said, softly, “This is a two-way street, Harry. Works both ways. Shite, I liked that just as much as the other so we can go both ways.”

Curling up to Sirius, Harry nodded, eyes sliding shut.

Kissing Harry on top of the head, Sirius said, quietly, “Sleep.”

Nodding again, Harry yawned and pressed tightly to his godfather, draping one arm over his side, snuggling in. He was worn out and a nap was in the offing.

Sitting down in the kitchen a half an hour later, the only reason Sirius was awake and functional was the Pepper-Up Potion Remus had given him as well as the coffee he was sucking down as fast as he could. Really, he was wiped out and wanted to be asleep upstairs with Harry, but Albus was bringing the Malfoy's over shortly so he was going to have to be down here for that.

Holding out the arm with that odd tattoo-like thing on it, he and Remus were examining it more closely than before. Since sealing the bond, it had become more distinct. Now they could tell what was at the bottom that had appeared to be water wasn't. It was flames of some kind. The shape of what was rising out of it looked almost serpentine in nature but that couldn't be since whatever the thing was had wings. Neither of them could tell just what kind of creature it was supposed to be.

After casting the glamour back over it, Sirius tugged his sleeve down then finished off the cup of coffee. Shaking his head, he said, “It almost looks like a phoenix, but it's too slim for that. The flames, though-- it's like the pictures you see of the phoenix.”

Nodding, Remus sighed, “I know. I'm not finding anything that looks like that. Nor any reference, anywhere, to a bond that creates a symbol on you, other than ones intending to as part of a spell or ceremony. I'm-- well, honestly, I'm at a loss as to where else to look.” Stopping, he sighed then checked the time. Quietly, he asked, knowing Albus would be there any minute, “Is Harry asleep?”

“Out cold,” Sirius confirmed with a nod. Rubbing his own eyes, he said, “I want to be as well but that would look strange. I put up every protection I could think of around the room to stave off whatever the hell is going on. Hopefully, between the two, even if Albus and Snape go up there, he won't be bothered. We'll just tell everyone the truth; that Harry's tired. All we have to say is the two of us spent the morning out in the backyard goofing around. It's not a lie.”

Liking that, since that's exactly what the two had spent the morning doing, Remus said, “Albus will buy it. We'll even make it a point to leave the back door open for some fresh air so he can see that you two cleaned it up. The brooms are right by the door so he won't think anything is off.”

“We just need him and Snape out of here as fast as we can get them. The longer they're here, the worse it's going to affect Harry. And if they want to talk to him for whatever reason, we have a problem.” Sirius told his old friend pointedly.

“They shouldn't. You can tell Harry to stay in the room if he wakes. That should hold off problems. It'll work this time, but the longer this mess goes on, the worse it's going to be when it comes to making excuses,” Remus told him emphatically.

“I know,” Sirius sighed. “Even the lot coming today are going to get suspicious real fast. If Harry is picking up too much from them, he's going to have to stay away. We can make it seem like he's avoiding Draco and the problems there, but it's not going to be an excuse we can use for long. Nor am I going to force him or Draco to stay in their rooms. That's going to look real odd if I do. We've got things dimmed as much as we can get them, but if it keeps growing, it's going to get worse. And if it's how you say and more is coming, we have a real problem. There is going to be no hiding this! Let's just hope like hell that we don't have a full meeting anytime soon. I'm not sure how well Harry's going to handle that with all the bodies in the house.”

“I know,” Remus sighed, rubbing his eyes. “I just don't have an answer for this, Sirius. Nor do I know where to look for one. I've tried everything I can think of and am finding nothing that matches this. In fact, it seems to be contradicting everything I read on the topic, like how to block it.”

Shaking his head, Sirius said nothing, looking down. Finally, after a minute or so, “Maybe rather than looking for what is going on, we need to focus more on getting the hell out of here. That would get Harry out of the situation and we can get someplace to where he won't be bothered. Then we go back to working on the why behind it.”

“That might be a good idea,” Remus nodded slowly. “The problem comes in as to where that might be. I don't have any ideas on where we could go.”

“I know,” Sirius sighed, rubbing his eyes. “Only thing I can think of is going through my family's papers and seeing what I now own where. Harry will be getting some of his on his birthday. Maybe between the two we can come up with something, even if it's temporary. Nor would me going through either of the portfolios of deeds look odd to anyone. After all, it's figuring out what is where and assets.”

“It's a start,” Remus told him. “While you do that, I'll start researching into protected areas to see what's close. I know there is a couple places in Russia that are, but it's so far away nor would I know where to start when it comes to finding somewhere available there.”

“You find a place, I know I have the money to buy it. So, do that and I'll work on my end.” Stopping, Sirius sighed when he heard the front door open. Shaking his head, knowing who this was, he stood and went to meet them, sour look on his face.

Standing in the living room in front of the open door to the backyard, Sirius was staring hard at the bodies there, arms crossed over his chest. None of them were people he wanted in his house but he was playing nice. Looking at Narcissa, Lucius and Draco as Dumbledore went over some housekeeping bits with them, he observed the distasteful look on their face at what they were seeing. Quite frankly, he didn't give a shite. If they didn't like it, they could get the hell out. He really didn't care. Snape, as always, was standing there looking dour, but was saying nothing. Though some black looks were shot in his direction, they were something he ignored.

When Albus finished, he looked at Sirius and asked, “Anything you want to add?”

“Just what you've already told them,” Sirius said stiffly, glaring at the three. “This is my house, I say what goes. It's also Harry's home. I want no problems. One hint of an issue and you're gone. There are no second chances here.”

“I've made that clear,” Albus said with a nod. Looking around, he asked, “Where is Harry anyway?”

“Upstairs taking a nap,” Sirius told him. Cocking a thumb behind him at the open door, he fed the headmaster the story they had come up with.

Peering out the door, Albus made a delighted noise. “Oh, you have done a good job out there! I imagine it's nice to sit and relax at night or take a meal out there.”

“We like it,” Sirius said with a shrug.

“Alright, let's help them get settled in,” Albus said cheerfully. Waving for everyone to follow, he cautioned, “Just as I said; be quiet around the painting. We don't want to set it off.”

Giving Remus a pointed look, Sirius trailed behind, quietly pointing out where everything was. Though Narcissa had been in the house before, it was when she was far younger and things had been changed around since then.

Once on the second floor, Sirius showed Draco his brother's room. Opening the door, he said, “I think the color scheme will make you happy. Mine's more interesting, but I doubt you want to face the Gryffindor colors.”

Peering in, Draco made a face. “When's the last time it was cleaned? Doesn't your elf do anything?”

Giving a wicked grin, Sirius said, “You haven't met Kreacher, have you? He's not real diligent about cleaning anything. And he's going to have a fit that you're staying in the room.”

Looking at Sirius then at his parents, Draco wasn't sure what to say. He wanted to stay in this room, badly, but it was filthy.

“Let your parent's elves clean it up for you. Theirs are going to have to be done as well. Neither room has been cleaned other than the most basic of things being done. Molly and the rest didn't get to them last year, so some haven't been touched much. They are safe, we made sure of that, but that's about all.” Pointing to the last room down the hall, he said, “Remus is down there. So, if you need anything, you can find him.”

“Where is Potter staying?” Draco asked, trying to keep the vitriol out of his voice as he did. There was too much riding on this for him to take his normal tone.

“Harry's upstairs in the room next to mine, so he won't bother you,” Sirius told him flatly. Seeing the boy nod, he then said, “Come on, I'll show you the rest.” Turning, he made his way to the top floor.

Leading them down the hall past his room, which he pointed out, he opened the door to his mother's. Gesturing, he said, “It's going to need to be cleaned. Buckbeak was staying up here. So, there is a mess.”

Peering in, Narcissa looked slightly ill at the state the room was in, but said nothing, nodding. This was, for her and Lucius, a nightmare. The house was-- well, it was bad. She assumed it wasn't in the greatest of shape with it having been empty for so long, but it was worse than she imagined. No, her elves were going to be working hard and it would be tidy before the day was out.

Shaking her head, she asked, respectfully, “You don't mind if the elves take on the rest of the house, do you? It needs a good going over.”

“I don't care what they do or what you change,” Sirius shrugged. “Just leave my old room alone, same with my current one and Harry's. Beyond that, do what you want. And if you can find a way to get rid of that horrid painting, have at it!”

“I'll have them take care of it,” she said, smiling and giving Sirius a respectful nod. At least he didn't care, that was a plus.

Keeping a neutral expression, Lucius was horrified at the whole thing but said nothing as well. There was a plan that needed to be played out and he planned to ensure it was. Looking at Black, he asked, “Does your elf take care of meals?”

Hearing Remus chuckle at that, Sirius grinned again, “If you want him to cook for you, go for it! I'm not eating anything he cooks as it's probably poisoned or something, not to mention foul tasting. We take turns cooking. Either that or we order out. That's usually easiest.”

“I would suggest that you find another way to deal with meals,” Severus said, tone sneering. “Kreacher isn't one you wish to have do that for you.” So far, he'd kept quiet about almost everything. With Potter sleeping, there wasn't a chance to observe things he needed to so he would have to come over at some other point. Right now, he was just along for support of Albus and would be leaving soon so there was no sense in causing a problem.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Lucius sighed but that was the only reaction he had to what was said.

“I think, if you have no objection, one of our elves will take over that duty after tonight. They will be busy cleaning for a while so I think we'll have to come up with an alternative for eating tonight,” Narcissa said softly, looking at Sirius.

“We can order out,” Remus said, nodding. “There is a little place not far from here that is good. You'll like it.”

Nodding, giving a strained smile, Narcissa said, “That sounds fine.”

Looking around, Sirius asked, “Any more questions? Or something you want to see?” When he saw them shake their heads, he said, “Well, do what you want. Up to you lot.” Right now, he wanted the whole herd of them out of the hallway. Harry was awake, already making it clear that he knew Dumbledore and Snape were up there because his head was throbbing so he wanted everyone out before it got any worse. It also told him that what he had put up to protect his godson hadn't helped one damned bit. So, he was going to go in and touch him to see if it dimmed it.

Looking determined, Narcissa said, “Let's go downstairs and get the elves to work. They need to move things over from the manor.”

Seeing a pointed look given to him by Sirius, Remus said, “I'll give you all the assist I can.”

Pleased, Albus nodded then said, “Yes, let's see what you can do and we'll go from there.” Shooing everyone down the hallway, he followed along, talking about what Molly had managed to accomplish the year before.

When he was sure they were gone, Sirius slipped into his room with a sigh to see what he could do for Harry and, maybe, take a short nap.

It wasn't until dinner time that Harry finally made an appearance. The combination of Snape and Dumbledore being around, though he hadn't even been in the same room with them, brought on the worst headache he had to date when dealing with whatever this was. So, he had stayed in the room and slept it off with Sirius after taking something for it.

Following his godfather down the stairs, staying quiet so as not to set off the painting, he started joking around with Sirius as they entered the kitchen. Seeing the Malfoys, he nodded to them then brushed by, headed for the table. Joking with Sirius, grinning as his godfather ruffled his hair, he accidentally brushed against Lucius. As he did, his eyes widened and he stiffened up. Feeling his hair stand on end, in a good way, he glanced at the man to see a similar expression there. It was like sparks dancing across his skin, something pleasurable, then something in him seemed to click. Instantly, he knew. It was Lucius.

Looking at Potter as he brushed by, Lucius was stunned at the erotic, sensual feeling that washed over him when the boy touched him. Eyes widening, he stared at Potter, wondering what the hell that was. He felt it though; the connection that had been made and he wanted to keep touching him. He didn't, but the urge was there. This was-- well, he didn't know what it was, but it was something that Tom needed to know about. After they settled in for the night, he would talk with Narcissa and go from there. However, it was big, whatever it was. Hopefully, Tom had some answers for him about that.

Glancing at Lucius again, trying to keep his expression neutral, Harry headed for the table but relayed to Sirius what he had felt.

Stunned, Sirius acted normal and seated himself by Harry at the table when they got there, but asked his godson telepathically, “Are you sure?”

“It's him, I'm sure. It connected. No two ways about it,” Harry replied, shooting a glance at Remus that he hoped conveyed they needed to talk later.

Looking at Remus too, someone who had a slightly puzzled expression on his face, he mouthed the word 'later' then went back to concentrating on Harry. Bloody hell, this they didn't need! Anyone would be better than Lucius fucking Malfoy!

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