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Title: Taken
Author: Skye
Pairing: SB/RL/HP
Rating: NC-17
Catagory: Romance/ PWP
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Warnings: Multiple partners, Read at your own risk. It's not very good.
Summary: Sequel to Surrender
This isn't a response to a challenge, for which I apologize. I hope that doesn't bother anyone.
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Harry was spending the summer with Remus and Sirius. It had proven awkward at best, and Harry had taken to going out with Seamus Finnegan on a regular basis. Primarily to keep himself out of the house and away from Remus. He had fallen for his Godfather's mate and fallen hard. It had been hard enough having him as a professor at Hogwarts, his grades had fallen as a result of his preoccupation. McGonagall had given him more than one lecture about his grades, but there wasn't a lot she could do about it. Even with the decline they were still perfectly acceptable.

Living with the two of them in the two bedroom cottage in Hogsmeade, however, was proving damn near impossible. Seeing Remus coming out of the shower, still damp, and wearing nothing but a towel was distracting enough, but *hearing* him with Sirius at night was just incredibly frustrating; arousing lust and jealousy in equal measures.

The worst part, hands down, was that Remus knew, and Harry knew that he knew. It was incredibly embarrassing. Remus' response was typically to raise an eyebrow at him and smirk. Sirius even knew something was up. He hadn't said anything, but Harry saw the speculative glances he shot the two of them.

So, Harry went out frequently and stayed out late. This particular night it was nearly three a.m when he made his way up the front walk. He had been hoping the two of them would be in bed, sleeping, by the time he got home, but the kitchen light was on. With a sigh he opened the door and made his way to the kitchen, knowing he should check in and let them know he was ok.

He found them sitting around the kitchen table, drinking and playing exploding snap. Figured. The two of them had all the maturity, at times, of a couple of first years. He would never, honestly, understand what the two of them saw in one another. They were, at least superficially, polar opposites. Remus was quiet and gentle and, in spite of his lycanthropy, mild. Sirius was rash, abrasive, and impulsive. Even their appearances were strikingly different, Remus being golden; his hair, his skin tone, even his eyes. Sirius was taller, broader, and heavier, with dark hair and eyes, all offset by an almost unnatural pallor. Of course, over a decade in Azkaban played a part in both his temperament and paleness.
"Hullo," Remus said glancing up from his cards with a smile, "Have a nice time?"

"Eh," Harry said noncommittally, pulling out a chair and seating himself at the head of the table.

"Hey, wanna join us?" Sirius asked with a broad grin and mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"Sure," Harry said, and was surprised when he was not only dealt into gam game, but also given a glass of whiskey.

Harry made it through two whole hands before he stopped playing and just rested his chin on his folded arms and watched the other two. He wasn't accustomed to anything stronger than wine and the whiskey went straight to his head, making him feel sleepy and warm. He let his thoughts wander freely, wondering if Sirius and Remus' differences carried into the bedroom. He knew what Remus was like, but Sirius was a mystery. He had to admit he found the thought more than a little daunting. Sirius was so...intense.

It wasn't long before the hour and alcohol really got to him and he drifted off, still sitting at the table. When he felt hands urging him upright and then warm, familiar, lips on his own he responded drowsily, leaning into the touch, mouth opening slightly. It was nice. Hands on his waist keeping him upright, hands resting on his shoulders, the mouth on his mouth, the soft brush of hair against his neck, followed closely by a warm set of lips....

That wasn't right, and Harry woke up abruptly, eyes flying open. He realized there was no way, no matter how talented Remus was, or what it felt like when they were together several months ago, that he had two sets of hands and two mouths. Remus grabbed him firmly when he startled and Harry immediately but his forehead against the older man's chest, breathing hard, heart racing.

The presence behind him disappeared abruptly. It had to be Sirius. There was no other option. Even knowing that he couldn't turn around and look. The very prospect was strange and embarrassing and scary all at once. Sirius was attractive, but ... he was his *Godfather*.

Harry wanted nothing so much as the floor to open up and swallow him. That failing he wanted to run, and tried, but Remus held him easily. The man was *much* stronger than his frame suggested and he had Harry not only by the waist, but the scruff of his neck, like an unruly pup. He wasn't going anywhere.

"Calm *down*. Now," Remus said firmly, shaking him lightly by his neck.

Harry went still and looked at Remus quickly, afraid that he'd managed to anger the werewolf, but the amber eyes held nothing but concern.

Sirius' voice came from behind him, "Harry, no one is going to do anything you don't want to do but you need to *tell us* what you want."

Harry's mind was racing. Was this something he wanted? The thought of being in bed with his Godfather.... It was daunting at best, and scary as hell at worst. All that intensity focused on him, and he doubted, very seriously that Sirius would be as--careful as Remus had been.. Still... Sirius was attractive enough, and if it meant he got to be with Remus again...

"Do you want this?" Remus asked quietly, speaking directly into Harry's ear.

Harry nodded stiffly and shuddered hard. Sirius met Remus' eyes over Harry's head and then left silently.

"Harry, look at me, please," Remus said when Harry hid his face again.

Harry looked up cautiously and Remus kissed him softly. He was rewarded when Harry sighed and relaxed into him, "This isn't easy for me to admit, but I want you, and I don't just mean for sex," Remus said pulling back to look down into his face.

Harry was, to say the least, startled. He was 17 years old, and Remus *wanted* him? "What about...."

"Siri? He knows. I'm a werewolf Harry. That makes me a pack animal. No matter what happens here, you are my family and that means you are part of that pack."

When Harry didn't respond, Remus went on. "I'm not demanding anything of you. I just need you to understand that I am not going to let you be hurt by anyone, and that includes Sirius. I know you're afraid of him, at least in this situation, and I understand. I am with you, and I am staying with you. He is not going to harm you. Sirius loves you. He won't hurt you.. I promise."

"I trust you." Harry said simply.

"Good," Remus said and kissed him again. This time though the kiss was far from chaste, it was still tender and affectionate. The erection that had disappeared when Sirius had startled him reappeared almost painfully suddenly. "We need to talk, but later. Come on."

Harry followed him and they went up the stairs side by side, neither speaking. Knowing how unnerved Harry was Remus kept a hand resting slightly at the center of Harry's back in a silent show of support.

Finding Sirius waiting on them in the bedroom, naked, nearly sent Harry straight back out the door. Remus' solid presence behind him both reassuring and grounding him. Sirius looked at him blandly for a moment before stalking forward.

He stopped just in front of Harry and looked at him searchingly, tipping his face up to look into his eyes. Harry smiled at his Godfather, more than a little uncertainly, and Sirius pulled his glasses off, setting them aside, before turning back to him. Sirius cupped the side of his face in one hand, brushing his thumb over his lower lip in a surprisingly gentle gesture, "If you say 'stop', at any point, this ends."

Harry closed his eyes and nodded his understanding. Sirius lowered his head rather slowly, still holding his head and kissed him. His kiss was restrained, but everything Remus' wasn't: demanding and intense, almost fierce. It was overwhelming, scary, and incredibly arousing. With a low groan Harry opened to him and returned this kiss.

Remus just watched them for a moment as Harry stood with his hand resting lightly on Sirius' hip, Sirius' hand still resting on the side of Harry's face. In spite of the depth of the kiss there was still something tentative in their posture. The combination of innocence and experience was incredibly arousing.

Remus quickly shed his clothing and tossed them across a chair before approaching, moving to stand behind Harry. When Sirius heard his approach he broke off the kiss, and when Remus pulled the shirt off Harry, Sirius' hands bracketed Harry's torso and ran down his chest, lightly brushing his nipples, earning a startled gasp.

When he reached the waist band of Harry's shorts he paused briefly, giving Harry a chance to stop him before he flicked the snap open and dropped easily to his knees, pulling the pants and underwear with him. He urged Harry to step out of the denim and tossed them haphazardly to the side.

Remus wrapped his arms around Harry's torso, urging him to lean back against him as Sirius licked his cock, slowly before engulfing it. The only sound that escaped Harry was a low grunt as he collapsed into the werewolf, head falling back against his shoulder. Remus kissed his neck, sucking the skin softly, "He's good at that isn't he?" he murmured as he nipped Harry's ear lobe.

Harry wasn't capable of forming a thought, much less articulate speech. Remus had been good but... this was indescribable. Hot, wet, and fast and Sirius' tongue was everywhere. When Sirius swallowed around him, Harry's mouth fell open and he began to pant shallowly. He was so close...He didn't want this to end just yet, but between Sirius' mouth on his cock, and Remus' mouth on his neck, he didn't have a choice.

Remus and Sirius both knew he was close and trying to stay in control. Their eyes met and when Sirius hummed around the shaft filling his throat, Remus simultaneously pinched one of Harry's nipples and bit down on his neck with a fair amount of force, stopping just short of breaking skin. Harry's eyes rolled back in his head as he came and Remus found himself supporting all of Harry's weight as his muscles locked and he ejaculated down Sirius' throat.

Harry was so undone that he didn't know who took him to the bed and it didn't particularly matter. It took him awhile to be able to move, even to open his eyes. When he *did* get them open, it was to what was easily the most erotic sight in his life. Sirius and Remus were kissing, hands tangled in one another's hair, bodies sprawled along one another.

When Sirius began to roll, pulling Remus under him, the werewolf gave a low warning growl that made the hair on Harry's neck stand on end. He'd heard Remus growl before, of course, but always playfully or passionately. This sure as hell wasn't either. It sounded.... dangerous.

Unlike him Sirius didn't seem surprised, or alarmed, he just smacked the werewolf in the back of the head, and said, "He's ba-ack," looking over at Harry.

Harry blushed fiercely at being caught staring at them.

"I think you scared him, Remus. Go, ahem, apologize," Sirius said with a smirk, then lay back, with his arm folded his head, just watching them. For the moment, at least.

Remus crawled over to Harry and grasped his wrists, pulling him until Harry came to rest against his chest. Sliding one hand behind his neck, and resting the other on his hip he kissed him. Slow, soft, and easy at first, nibbling at his lower lip before sliding into his mouth.

Harry met him eagerly, tongue thrusting deep, seeking, and finding, comfort in the familiarity. They both moaned when Harry's shifting brought his renewed erection in contact with Remus' aching hard one. To Harry's surprise Remus rolled, pulling Harry down on top of him. He pulled back and blinked down at the werewolf, confused.

Remus gave him a lop sided smile and rolled his eyes, shaking his head with amusement. Clearly Harry hadn't spent much time working out the logistics of more than two people in a bed. That assumption was proven correct when Harry nearly jumped out of his skin at the touch of Sirius' hands on his back. "Shhh," Remus soothed, "Just Siri."

Harry's head dropped to Remus' neck when he felt his buttocks spread and cool gel slicked fingers at his entrance, spreading lubrication and the pushing inside. Remus put a hand on the back of Harry's neck and looked at Sirius intently, trying to convey that he needed to slow down. The boy was inexperienced and Harry was just not ready for his typical style.

Remus apparently failed to get the message across. In the space of 3 seconds Sirius was positioned and then buried. Harry cried out softly, shooting onto all fours. Only Sirius' hands on his hips kept him on the bed at all. Damn that hurt, Harry thought blearily, tears stinging his eyes.

Remus looked up at Sirius and saw that his jaw was clenched, eyes closed, hanging on to his control by a thread. It was taking everything he had to stay still. Harry needed to relax, and relax *now* or he was going to get hurt.

Remus shimmied out from under Harry until he was kneeling in front of him, back againhe hhe headboard. "Ha-arry," he said softly, drawing the word out.

"Hmm?" Harry responded, but his head was down, breathing erratically, and his eyes were screwed shut.

"Harry." Remus repeated sharply, and Harry looked up at him, "You're ok. Just relax. Sirius isn't going to hurt you but if you don't relax *you're* going to hurt you."

Harry bit his lip and with a look of intense concentration focused on consciously relaxing his muscles. Sirius nodded at Remus over Harry's back. It was working, he was loosening up. As Harry relaxed the pain quickly faded and he was able to truly relax.

Sirius pulled back slightly and pushed inward, closer to rocking than actually thrusting. The movement caused the thick shaft to nudge Harry's prostate and Harry pushed back into him with a loud groan.

"God you're responsive," Sirius gasped.

"And beautiful," Remus whispered, looking down into his face. Harry's eyes were glazed, his face flushed and glowing with a light sheen of sweat. His hair was tousled and clinging to his forehead, all his muscles rippling as he moved with Sirius, still slowly, but gradually, oh so gradually, the tempo and depth of the thrusts was increasing.

Harry eyed the werewolf's dripping cock speculatively. He doubted he'd be much good at this but...
He licked the tip tentatively and Remus' head fell back against the wall above the headboard with a hollow thud, his eyes shutting with a hiss.

Harry grinned and took as much as the hard length into his mouth as he could, and Remus' hands fisted in his hair. What he lacked in experience and style, Harry more than made up for with enthusiasm. Sirius slowed down, waiting for Harry to find his rhythm and then began to pick up the pace again.

Remus' cock in his mouth, Siri hitting his prostrate with every stroke.... Harry had never been so thoroughly possessed in his life, never ever imagined being so complete and *whole*. He loved it. Catching Sirius rhythm, pulling off Remus on the back stroke, letting Sirius push him back forward and onto Remus. A particularly hard thrust caught him off guard and he found his nose against the werewolf's soft fur and his throat contracting around Remus' shaft.

Remus knew that it was startling at best, and probably a little scary, but all he could do was snap his hips forward sharply and groan. He was surprised when Harry, after sputtering for a moment, trying to figure out how to breathe, held him there. Remus was completely unable to fend off his climax when Harry mimicked Sirius and hummed, low in his throat.

Harry swallowed, coughing and sputtering. Remus slid down, sitting on his heels, breathing hard, and letting his hair fall around his face as he caught his breath. A growl from Siri made him look up and he could tell his mate was frustrated beyond all reason, but still managing to hold back, something Harry seemed oblivious too. Harry was so aroused he couldn't see straight. The room was a veritable sea of pheromones.

Sirius met his eyes, looking at him intensely, almost pleading--or at least as close as Sirius Black would ever come to pleading. He wanted to let go, he needed to, but he wanted to do it safely. Remus nodded his understanding, and reached down and slowly pulled Harry's wrist. Harry resisted him briefly, not knowing what was going on, but not wanting his support pulled out from under him.

Finally he gave and Remus pulled him up slightly, encircling both of his forearms just below the elbow. Harry's hands closed around Remus' arms instinctively. The manoeuvre left him kneeling, leaning forward, being braced and held by Remus, with his head down, face buried in the side of the werewolf's neck. "Hold on love," Remus said quietly and then nodded at Sirius.

Harry thought he had died and gone to heaven, or possibly hell. Sirius was pulling back, nearly all the way and slamming into him, cock sliding across his prostate with every stroke. Remus' thumbs were rubbing slow circles on his forearms, long silky hair brushing softly against his bare shoulders.

Pleasure built steadily between them, as did the speed and force of Sirius' thrusts. Harry was pushing back to meet him, back arched, and then he was *gone*. Harry bit down on Remus' neck as he came; shuddering hard and his muscles spasming around Sirius, and Sirius followed him over the edge, with a low moan pushing itself through his gritted teeth.

Sirius collapsed, rolling onto his side and pulling Harry with him. Harry reached for Remus and protested when the werewolf stood and padded to the dresser. He was back quickly with a wand and dealt with all the sticky evidence of their early morning activities, and then crawled into the bed on the other side of Harry. They drifted off together, with Harry sleeping on his stomach, Remus and Sirius' hands clasped over him and resting on his back.
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