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Sleeping Dogs	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 69093 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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CH9—Making It Feel Right

It was around noon when Harry roused, using the small connecting bathroom and having a glass of water to take the fuzz out of his head. He gave the pretty white wolf a pet, and then went to the bed where Remus and Sirius were sleeping, staring contemplatively at the two men. They were much softer in sleep, although Sirius had gotten better since being around them, and Remus was always calmer after the moon when the werewolf had the weakest influence.
A blue eye peeked out at him, and Sirius's gruff voice followed as he beckoned with his hand. “Come on, pup. Tell me what happened.”
Crawling up the bed between the two, Harry settled, sighing from the warmth, familiar scents and press of flesh. He turned so he could face Sirius, biting his lip as he tried to explain the feelings he was still having difficulty fully understanding himself.
Sirius waited patiently, running fingers through Harry's hair while carefully setting the boy's glasses aside on the small nightstand so they wouldn't get mangled. “Remi told me you didn't like the collar anymore.”
Harry nodded slowly, trying to read the man's face to see if he was angry. His wild blue eyes were much less wild lately, now just stunning and currently concerned. “I... Every time, I've been afraid that you were going to hurt me. The collar... the collar made it so I didn't have to wonder anymore.”
Sirius sighed, a long exhalation of breath through his nose that ruffled Harry's hair while the man thought. “Part of why we like to hurt you, Harry, is because we thought you really, actually enjoyed it. Except for the first times—That was something I shouldn't have done. The prison twisted me and Paddy, and I hurt you, and I'm very sorry. Erasing your memory didn't mean it was okay to do that. You smelling the way you did, didn't mean it was okay either. I'm not like that anymore, so you don't have to be afraid, love.”
“I know...” Harry bit his lip harder, feeling stupid and confused that Sirius had thought it had been about how he had first woken up.
“Siri, it wasn't just your and Remi's fault that I had so much fear... I had the fear for so long whenever I even thought of sex. It was my uncle and my aunt, and everyone that ever made it as if not being like them meant I was nothing...” Harry sighed, eyes blinking down at the sheets. “So, the collar helped me feel like something... Like... as long as someone was forcing me to feel those feelings—punishing me for them—instead of me admitting they were from inside, I was still an okay person for being the way I was.
“I had liked boys for a while... and had thought about... thought about dogs... and thought there was something very wrong with me,” Harry mumbled lowly.
“But pup, there is nothing wrong with you. You're a wonderful, brilliant person, and those idiot muggles didn't know a god damn thing about anything so wonderful as you.” Voice full of rough compassion, Sirius wrapped his hand around the back of Harry's neck, letting his fingers curl comfortingly.
Harry just shrugged at the thought of him being anything wonderful. “Draco showed me that... that it was okay to feel those feelings when I was wearing the collar. That it was okay to like those things... He showed me that I wanted someone to care about me when touching me... And... it was really sad, Siri.” Harry whispered, eyes welling with tears.
“Because I realized I had kept putting the collar on when you and Remus were being nice to me. That I had kept trying to block out just how much the two of you cared and thought I was okay. That was why I had tried to do the same with Draco. Because it was just easier to be scared and think I was a freak...
“And... and even now, I'm scared that anyone cares about me, and that I might not just be nothing. I'm scared to be something. It's really fucked up.”
Sirius sighed, bowing his forehead to Harry's, letting the boy cry silently. “It's okay, pup... I promise... it's gonna be okay...”
Remus stirred behind him, having been listening quietly, running his hand over Harry's back and shoulders comfortingly. “We're all a little fucked up, pup. And we care about you greatly, even if we don't always show it proper. As long as you're willing to share these things, we can help you.”
Remus rested his chin on Harry's shoulder, meeting Sirius's eyes. “Granted, I blame myself for not having figured it out... You kept wearing the thing, more and more. Even when alone.”
Harry nodded, eyes downcast. “It uh... I needed to remember just how bad it was... I was... for liking it... I was forgetting, enjoying myself, and I needed to be able to remember it was wrong.”
Remus winced while Sirius growled at him. “Yes, well... complexes like that can be cleaned up after a bit, Harry. We'll just all have to work on it. What you are, and what you like is perfectly fine. It might not be 'normal,' but hell, you're a god damn wizard, pup. You were never going to be normal anyways. Always, always you had to be spectacular on some level,” Remus murmured into Harry's shoulder.
Spectacular also seemed like too good of a word to Harry. Sighing, he wiggled back into Remus's embrace, pulling at his t-shirt until the man removed it and held him tight while the three of them rested long moments.
Sirius plucked at the boy's fringe, Harry's eyes finally dry, face less pulled down in its frown. He rubbed at the boy's cheek with his thumb until finally a small smile began to appear, tugging at the corner of Harry's red mouth.
Harry had never shared something so personal before with them. Small things, yes, like some of the things the Dursleys had done to the boy, locking him away when he wasn't 'right,' making him feel like his existence had been a burden on them—that to clothe and feed him was just too much of an expense that they had barely bothered the attempt. If the boy owned a thing of his own, it was magical, because the Dursleys hardly thought a moment of him for muggle things.
Who had Harry gone to before Sirius and Remus to talk about such things? There had been no one. No one to listen, and certainly no one to accept him how he was. When Sirius was young, there had been James, and Remus, and even Peter. Harry hadn't even opened up to his friends, his problems somehow seeming too big for children to handle.
Which brought him to the Malfoy boy... and the annoying realization that the little prat had been good for Harry.
Somehow the pale boy and his wolf had been able to behave human while dealing with the damn powerful heat that Harry created in anything remotely canine. Maybe it was because Remus and Sirius had been used to giving in to the base urges concerning sex, and had ignored how young Harry still was emotionally. Or maybe the damn Slytherin was more objective because of the other feelings Remus had mentioned the boy having for Harry.
“So, the white thing really helped you with all this?” Sirius asked, fighting the frown twisting the corners of his lips down.
“Yeah...” Harry smiled secretively, then met Sirius's gaze. “I really like him, Siri. And... and I think he might really like me.”
Sirius's frown deepened, and the man sighed heavily. “It's always going to be your choice, love. He's less annoying all furry, anyways.”
“Oh he is... very good furry...” Harry agreed, flush rising up his face at the memory.
Breathing in sharply, Sirius peeked over Remus's shoulder, meeting his mate's golden gaze. “As a wolf?”
Remus licked his lips, and then licked the back of Harry's neck. “He wouldn't shut up about it for days after. Right Harry? He was big, and—”
“Slow with me... really slow, and gentle, and big.” Harry said, lips parting to pant. “It was so good, Siri. So fucking good inside me... He got me so wet, and full...”
“You like that, don't you?” Sirius whispered hoarsely, leaning forward to kiss Harry's lips, tongue dipping in and tasting as the boy groaned and opened for him. “You like furry cock, all silky and swelling the way it does.”
“Yes... I really do...” Harry admitted hesitantly, eyes bright and full of want. “Especially when I'm human, and I can feel how the fur is against me... and how big it gets inside... oh fuck... how long... how long he fucks me... over and over again... won't let me go until he's had all he wants from me...”
Remus growled behind him, large hands suddenly pulling at Harry's jeans, tearing at his fly and pushing pants and underwear down the boy's thighs. “Harry... I want to fill you...” He bit Harry's ear, hands moving up the boy's sides and pulling him back against him even more.
“Please... please do...” Harry moaned, pushing back. “Need to feel it again... to feel good...”
Sirius stopped him, hands over Remus's. “Is it going to be good, Harry? After everything we've been talking about?”
Harry nodded, leaning forward to kiss the man. “It's going to finally be good, Siri.”
“Even though we're not slow, love?' Sirius insisted, trying not to give in to the teeth nipping at his jaw. “We can't be gentle, pup... just don't have it in us...”
“I don't want you to be gentle. I want him to be gentle, because that's the way he is... And you two, you need to be the way you are with me, so that I can be the many ways I am, and learn to feel okay about it.” Harry finished barely above a whisper, biting Sirius's lower lip, until the man relented and let go of Remus's hands, quickly helping to get Harry's pants all the way off.
Sirius kissed down Harry's throat and chest while Remus stretched the boy, Harry whimpering in absolute bliss from the feel of teeth on his nipples and his hole being roughly loosened with thick fingers.
“Siri—oh... oh!” Harry gasped, the man biting him sharply at the thin skin at the base of his throat, and then again, finding the muscle connecting to his shoulder and clamping teeth. Remus joined, biting Harry's other shoulder, firmly dragging teeth in and massaging the muscle with their strong jaws while Harry wailed and shook.
There was a concerned whine, and Harry managed to pry his eyes open, waving in a reassuring manner as the white wolf peeked up over the bed at him, silver eyes regarding him heatedly. Harry gaped, Sirius readjusting to bite him again, and Remus shoving another finger into him, three filling his clenching hole thickly. Right now, Harry was pretty sure nothing had ever felt so good than to have two strong, hot and loving bodies pressing to him and doing such terrible, wonderful things. Not to mention, the sweet white wolf watching, seeing Harry so thoroughly debauched.
“Need you, Harry...” Remus growled, reaching up beneath the boy's thighs to pull his thin leg up, raising his knee as he pushed the head of his cock to Harry's ass. “Was so worried... and now... now I need to show it...”
Harry murmured something agreeable, Sirius currently licking down his chest again, heavy hands roughly helping to push Harry back into Remus's hips. “Oh... oh god, Remus...” Head thrown back, Harry moaned loudly, the large man pushing into him in short, hard thrusts until fully buried inside, Harry's channel clenching possessively around his cock.
“That's it, Harry... take him in,” Sirius murmured hoarsely, moving down Harry's body to lick the boy's sweaty naval with his wide tongue, and press hands over his spread thighs. He brushed fingers closer, teasing at where Remus was stretching Harry wide, Remus grunting from the feel as Harry moaned again.
“Siri, quiet the boy up, hmm?” Remus muttered, waiting for Sirius to withdraw and kiss Harry bruisingly. Harry sufficiently gagged, Remus began to pump into the small boy, the angle forcing him to be slower than normal, but still allowing him to reach deep, pulling Harry's hips back with each long push.
Sirius swallowed most of the gasping cries, the man very much in love with Harry's sweet tasting mouth and all the many things it could do. Currently it was dripping, saliva streaming down while Sirius twisted the boy's tongue with his own. He bit Harry's lip, pulling firmly, letting it pop from his teeth just to nip it again until it was sore and swollen. “Fucking tasty, little slut...” Sirius groaned, pulling away to give Remus enough room to roll, and pin Harry into the mattress
Head lost in the pillows, Harry turned his face best he could against the softness, until Sirius grabbed the damn thing so the boy could breathe. He then shoved it under Harry's hips, giving the boy a bit more leverage and something yielding for his aching cock to rub into while Remus rode him hard and demandingly.
“Oh god... oh fuck... oh—” Harry was cut off, Sirius's thick fingers clamping over his mouth, keeping him from the very loud cries the boy was well known for at this point. It wasn't a problem in a properly warded room, but Remus didn't usually fuck the boy in his quarters, saving that for the Shrieking Shack, and sometimes his classroom, where they were less likely to have teachers stopping by to talk.
Harry didn't mind, tongue pressing into the taste of Sirius's fingers and the texture of the rough hand, letting his cries loose inside, and having his hot breath bounce back across his face. He listened instead to Remus's loud grunts in his ear, and the way their flesh was slapping each time he slammed in. And then Harry didn't hear anything at all, fire rushing through his entire body as Remus reached the right angle and began hitting his prostate with each blow.
Remus came with a strangled cry, Harry clenching so tight around him when he orgasmed that he had no choice but to slam in and stay in while the boy bucked and writhed. Body heaving and sweat soaked, he rolled off, collapsing on the bed to pant while Sirius took his spot behind Harry.
Biting up the boy's neck while he positioned himself, Sirius removed his hand from Harry's mouth, seeing if he was in a less loud state. Harry groaned softly, pushing back against him, trying to get Sirius to continue as the boy rose to his hands and knees. “Come on, Siri... fucking need you in me...” he whimpered, loving the way Remus's cum was dripping out of him and down his thighs.
“I know you do, Harry... I know what you need, when you need it...” Sirius assured him roughly, holding the boy still so he couldn't push onto him just yet. He slid his fingers down Harry's thighs, scooping up the white slick and bringing it to Harry's mouth. The boy moaned, opening to the fingers to taste Remus and his insides and feel filthy in an amazingly good way.
Then Sirius wiped it on the boy's face, over his cheeks and chin, scooping more to get Harry's neck and leaving spots on his nipples while Harry jerked from each touch. “Almost ready, little slut... almost dirty enough for me to fill you...”
“Oh god... fuck, Siri, just do me...” Harry gasped, but Sirius wasn't done, fingers digging into Harry's hole to get more of Remus's cum, just to rub it over his pert ass and tight cheeks. Harry shuddered, another loud moan just starting to break free when Sirius clamped his hand over his mouth again.
“That's it... that's the right noise, bitch... Now spread those legs wide and let's see how you feel, hmm?”
Harry did as he asked, knees sliding on the mattress while Sirius curved over his back, the large man holding Harry steady with a hand on his hip. Sirius pushed in slowly, nipping at Harry's neck, urging the boy to clench around him, his channel tightening for him. “Good boy... god little slut... Make it nice and tight for me...”
Harry whimpered in the constricting hand, feeling maddened at this point, trying to push back into Sirius's body but to no avail. He needed fucking, moving—needed it moving inside him, and Sirius was deliberately being resistant, teasing him like he always did, drawing it out for Remus to watch, and now the pretty white wolf who had yet to stop its intent gaze.
Oh, Harry hoped the wolf would have him too. Hoped Draco would want to join in after his pack was tired of him, which the men usually were for at least a good hour after the first round, leaving Harry in agonizing need during that time.
Sighing in his ear, Sirius pulled out and then thrust hard into Harry, Harry crying out into the hand around his mouth. Sirius liked to make sure Harry felt it sometimes, liked to ream in hard between moments of quiet, just to make sure Harry didn't miss any movement of the hard dick inside him. It was delicious agony, and Harry gave in to it, eyes closing while sweat dripped down his face, each thrust wonderful torment.
“So fucking tight, pup... how the fuck do you do that?” Sirius muttered, hips slamming forward faster, unable to hold back as he built up speed.
“He sure fucking is,” Remus agreed, having caught his breath enough to turn over and watch, his hand cupping Sirius's ass, and then slapping hard.
“Fuck, Remi!” Sirius gasped, eyes closing from the pain, hips jolting forward.
“You know you like it, Black,” Remus growled, moving to grab the man's strong hips and lick a line up his ass crack.
“Didn't... say... I didn't...” Sirius moaned, his motions slowing to accommodate what Remus was doing with his tongue, much to Harry's distress. Then Remus was pushing fingers into him, unrelenting, Sirius jolting forward with each thrust, trying to figure out if it would be better to gag Harry or himself right now as he groaned loudly.
“Come for me baby, I know you want to. Fucking fill that tight, slutty hole with your hot cum and show me who you belong to,” Remus growled, mounting Sirius with his half hard erection and pushing in, Sirius bending forward over Harry, grabbing the mattress with both hands, and releasing Harry's and his moans at the same time.
“Fuck Remi... my god... yes...”
“Hurry Siri... fucking listen to your alpha,” Remus taunted, smacking the man again on his ass, and damn him, Sirius fucking did as he was told, body tensing as he came in Harry's clenching hole, grinding the boy forward while they both yelled in release.
Grinning wickedly, Remus extracted himself from his beautiful mate, giving a farewell lick to his hole. Stretching his arms over his head, he walked nude around the fluffy white beast watching hungrily, and went to make breakfast while Harry and Sirius collapsed on the bed.
“Siri... you're heavy...” Harry complained, wiggling beneath the man's sweaty, hard body.
“I know pup, and you're going to have to deal with it,” Sirius said gruffly, unable to move just yet. “My god... that man of mine...”
Harry sighed, not the first time he had been stuck underneath one of the two men. Once, under both of them, but they had been kind to move quick enough, the combined weight unbearable. “Siri... I'm not done...”
“Mmm... fine, fine, you inexhaustible slut. Go ride the wolf,” Sirius grumbled, rolling slowly and laying out spent as he caught his breath.
Harry sat up dizzily, crawling down the bed to where the pretty white wolf was staring at him. Draco gave a soft whine, and Harry smiled, leaning down to let him lick his face. And then he gasped, remembering just what was on his face as the slippery tongue began cleaning him intently.
Harry moved down to the floor, not wanting to deal with the wolf's legs and the soft mattress. He giggled, Draco licking everywhere he could reach, cleaning intently all the hard work the two men had left to dirty Harry with. “Oh... oh that's nice, Draco... oh yeah...” Harry murmured, eyes half closed, Draco licking up his stomach where Harry had left his own release to sit and cool.
Harry wrapped his arms around the wolf's neck, kissing him on the nose, opening to the persistent tongue and licking back. If Remus tasted like chocolate, and Sirius like peppermint, Draco definitely tasted like honey, warm and sweet and very addictive. And still, very intent on cleaning Harry, moving to the bruises on his shoulder, swiping down his chest and nipples, stomach and cock and then between his dripping thighs and balls.
Moaning shakily, Harry spread his legs and raised his knees, helping the nosing wolf get closer and deeper with its pink tongue. Harry bent forward, petting the lovely face, tangling fingers into its fur and holding Draco there as he licked around his hole with short swipes. It was a ritual Harry was definitely enjoying, but he wasn't sure if he was going to be able to handle much more of it.
Gently pushing the wolf away, tongue again swiping over Harry's face a moment, Harry turned, trying to get to his knees while leaning on the bed. The wolf started licking up his back and Harry whimpered, falling heavily to sit while Draco continued cleaning him, his skin feeling very hot all over with each swipe. “Draco... hell... I can barely move...” Harry groaned, feeling very dizzy as soft fur pressed to his skin and Draco licked down his throat.
“Juice, pup.” Sirius appeared beside him, pressing the cool glass against his sweating face until Harry drank it down. “Don't wear yourself out too much. You've been upset, remember.”
Harry nodded gratefully, the pumpkin juice doing much to restore some energy too him. Sirius took the glass back, returning to his soft conversation with Remus across the room. Harry turned his face over his shoulder, catching silver eyes and smiling, kissing Draco's nose again. The slippery tongue was instantly on his mouth, stealing away the taste of pumpkin and replacing with Draco's honey flavor. “Oh... okay... yeah...” Harry moaned, sinking against the bed and giving in to the determined tongue once again.
Harry started to stretch, pushing up the side of the bed, tensing his thighs and enjoying how good it felt. Draco moved down his back again, tongue following his spine, licking over Harry's ass cheeks and nipping one lightly. At his yelp, Harry heard Remus mutter a silencing spell in the background, and then he didn't notice much of anything, besides Draco's tongue deep in his hole, hot and slippery and so damn determined to clean him.
“Draco... please... please...” Harry moaned, grasping the sheets in front of him and pushing back into the scalding breath moving over and in him. “God, it aches—fucking aching for you...” The wolf gave a soft whine, and just continued his licking, tormenting Harry with each slippery swipe of tongue, and hard nudge of nose.
“I need you... oh god... please, wolfie... please, give it to me...” Harry begged, rocking his hips back and forth in invitation.
Draco gave a particularly loud grunt, swiping goodbye to Harry's thighs and slowly climbing up the boy's back. Harry whimpered in anticipation, soft fur encompassing his body and flesh, the smell of wolf, and sex, and Draco so strong in the air until Harry felt completely lost in the wolf.
Harry began to gasp softly, feeling just how ready Draco was for him, shots of fluid already splattering where ever the wolf's dick pointed as it tried to line itself to Harry's entrance. “Oh god... oh my god...” And then it was pressing at his hole, rocking just at the entrance, pushing in somehow slow as Draco managed to hold back even now, even while splattering him with little jolts of hot precum. Harry couldn't remember having felt so much suspense for anything in his life, his hips twitching as he waited, fucking waited for the wolf to do what wolves did, and fuck him senseless.
The white wolf licked Harry once, around his throat and shoulder, and then surged forward, Harry howling in surprise and relief as finally Draco began to thrust into him, wild, jerking thrusts that shook his entire body. Panting, mouth hanging open as loud moans escaped him, Harry grabbed tighter to the sheets, pushing back, trying to get the already swollen knot to fit into him and fill him like he so desperately craved.
“Fuck... fuck... too big... damn it... damn...” Harry gave a soft sob, the fucking knot already so large, and his hole again having done its tightening trick, not wanting to let it in. He kept pushing back, meeting each hard thrust, body sweating at the exertion, but to no avail. Draco whined in his ear, trying to reassure him, but Harry was aching so bad for more. “Please... please, I need it... fuck... please...”
Sirius was suddenly beside him, pulling Harry's face up while he groaned in desperation. “Calm down, love... You're only going to get tighter doing that.” He stroked the boy's face reassuringly, glancing at the wolf glaring at him. “Calm down, and give Malfoy a chance to transform. If he's good enough, he can slide home and be back to furry, all in a moment. I've had the problem myself, and it works.” Stepping away again, Sirius nodded his head at the wolf, showing he was done interrupting.
“Draco... can you?” Harry whimpered, trying to slow his desperate movements to some form of calm. And Draco was good enough, because Harry had barely gotten the words out when everything shifted, feeling like the world was spinning, and then Harry was full, so fucking full inside. All he could do was gape, small choked noises breaking free. And then moans, pushing his body back into the renewed thrusts, eyes closed as he shuddered around the delicious, hot cum streaming inside him.
Sirius exchanged glances with Remus, the dark man biting his lip until it bled. Remus grabbed him around the waist, letting Sirius watch while he touched his mate and watched as well. Harry was a fucking fine sight spreading for the wolf, and so god damn enjoying it, head thrown back, fingers clawing against the mattress, eyes shut and mouth wide as he moaned in agony, riding the huge cock tied inside him. And maybe they didn't dislike Malfoy just so much at that moment, because anyone that could make Harry look like that, and so clearly happy in it, couldn't be all that bad.
“Oh fuck... oh fuck... gonna... fuck...” A slippery tongue ran across Harry's mouth in sympathy, Harry gasping around it, his entire body tightening as he came hard. Harry clung desperately to the sheets, trying not to black out, the room spinning as his body shuddered again and again, quaking from the intensity of it all. “Don't stop...” he insisted to the worried nose nuzzling at him. “Don't you dare... fucking... stop...”
Huffing, Draco continued his thrusts, licking the boy in long swipes while he did, filling Harry as much as he demanded, and as long as he demanded. Even though the boy was spent, he was clenching around Draco, milking him for more, spurring him on as Harry rested and enjoyed the amazing feeling.
“They can go like that for hours,” Remus murmured into Sirius's ear, the taller man nodding dumbly. “Did, the last time he knotted. You know how tight the boy can get... probably never lets up the whole fucking time.”
“I remember... fuck...” Sirius whined a very Padfoot whine.
“Keeps him busy... keeps him tired, for a fucking change...”
Sirius nodded again, turning his face to kiss his mate, but didn't take his eyes from the sight. Harry had started pushing back again, started moaning agreeably and hungrily, and the wolf was nipping in anticipation. “We need to keep him, Remi... I know, he's a fucking pain, but we need to keep him... This needs to happen all. the fucking. time.”
Remus snorted, but didn't disagree. “He won't join a werewolf pack, Siri. He's a proper wolf.”
“Then we will convince him that being proper isn't all it's cracked up to be. Fuck, Remi... just fuck... look at them...” Harry was howling again, head turned back to let the wolf lick his mouth ravenously while Draco continued to pound into him.
“I don't know... The boy doesn't want to be chained. Well, except to the pup, clearly.”
And even that thought, the idea of Harry mating permanently with the annoying Slytherin prat, was suddenly not rage inducing to Sirius, having seen just how good the two were together physically and emotionally. “Well... we'll see. I'm sure they'll know what they want eventually.”
Remus nodded, biting Sirius's neck sharply and pushing him up against the kitchen table. “Think you can handle another round, Black?”
“With the pup, no,” Sirius said bluntly. “But with you, fuck yes.” Smirking wickedly, Remus pressed up against his lovely, crazy mate, not at all upset when Sirius chose to watch Harry being reamed by the white wolf while Remus reamed him.
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