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Cave Canem
by Maeglin Yedi

Pairing: HP/SB
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: all the characters from Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros. I just play with them once in a while.
Warning: Slash (male-male relationship), a hint of incest
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Summary: Harry has to profess his sexual attraction to his current Transfiguration Professor during a game of Truth or Dare.

A/N: This fic is part of the Canis Major Harry/Sirius Fuh-Q-Fest (http://www.geocities.com/canismajorarchive/). Challenge: # 49. While playing truth or dare with his dorm mates, Harry is dared to go profess his sexual attraction to Transfiguration teacher Sirius -- everyone knows Sirius is a good sport when it comes to pranks. The dare backfires however, when Sirius confesses his own feelings for Harry. (Nimori)

Cave Canem = Beware of the Dog.

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"He’s coming. Get ready, Neville!"

"George, get off my foot!"

"I’m not George, I’m Fred."

"Get off my foot anyway.”

"Shut up you two. Professor Lupin is almost here. Neville, drop your pants."

"I don’t know...."

"Oh no! You’re not going to back down from this one. You wanted a dare!"

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Professor Lupin, known to his friends as Remus, Remy or even Moony, walked through the deserted corridor of Hogwarts. He was on his way back to his chambers after he had spent the afternoon in the dungeons with his colleague Professor Snape, going through their class schedules for the coming week.
Well, they had told others that they would go through their class schedules together that afternoon. It really didn’t concern anyone that Remus had instead tied Severus to his bed, and had fucked him raw and senseless. He was sure Professor Snape was applying one of his own healing potions on certain parts of his anatomy right now.

With a slight smirk plastered on his face, Remus continued his walk, quite oblivious to his surroundings. Until he heard something. He slowed his pace, and tried to determine where that strange noise was coming from.

Muffled giggles and whispers.

He spotted a narrow and dimly lit corridor to his left. Those noises were coming from there and Remus had a feeling that it was a bunch of Gryffindors with too much time on their hands who were producing the snickers and gasps. He walked towards the corridor, and was just about to address the students hiding there when he saw something chubby and pale flash before his eyes.

An ass.

More noises, this time loud chuckles, giggles and outright laughs.

Remus blinked a few times, and looked at the corridor again. It was definitely an ass that had been exposed before him. He bit his lip to hide a grin, and took a few deep breaths to prevent he would snicker out loud. It would not do for a Hogwarts Professor to actually laugh at a prank one of the students was playing. But Remus had to hand it to those students, this was funny.

Mooning Moony.

"Gentlemen," he said in his most serious Professor tone, while he inwardly grinned.

A very flushed Neville Longbottom, a grinning Harry Potter, a giggling Seamus Finnegan, a snickering Dean Thomas, a laughing Ron Weasley, and a pair of stern and serious looking Weasley Twins emerged from the shadows.

"We tried to warn them, Professor Lupin," George, or was it Fred, said.

"Yes, we told them that it would be highly inappropriate to drop one’s trousers in front of a Professor," Fred, or was it George, continued.

Remus raised his hand, and shook his head slowly.

"Spare me *your* explanation," he told the twins. "Since you two are no longer my students, I’m not going to deal with you."

He turned his head to the five seventh year Gryffindors who had been looking at him expectantly.

"However, you still are my students, so I would like to hear an explanation from you."

The five young men exchanged a few glances, and finally Harry spoke up.

"It’s a Muggle game."

"Called Truth or Dare," Ron offered.

"And Neville got a dare," Seamus explained.

"He had to....er....moon you," Dean admitted.

"I’m very sorry, Professor Lupin," Neville whispered, and Remus shook his head again.

"Let me guess. You have been playing this game the whole afternoon?" he asked patiently, and all seven Gryffindors nodded their heads.

"Ah. That explains why I saw Mr. Weasley on his knees in the middle of the Quidditch Pitch earlier, quoting Shakespeare to Madam Hooch."

Ron blushed. The rest giggled softly.

"Or why I witnessed Mr. Finnegan tell Mr. Malfoy what a ‘Sexy Slytherin Slut’ he is during lunch. Did you see Madam Pomfrey about that split lip of yours, Seamus?"

Seamus nodded and grinned. The rest giggled again.

"Well, as your Professor I should reprimand you for your inappropriate behavior," he said sternly, and he could see poor Neville’s eyes widen and his face become pale.

"However, since it is the last weekend before the Christmas Holidays I won’t spoil your fun. Do mind that other Professors will probably not be as forgiving as I am. I should warn you not to go near Professor Snape right now since he seems to be suffering from some minor physical injuries and won’t be in a very good mood for the rest of the day."

"Thanks, Professor." Ron piped out and the rest of the students gave him grateful smiles. Remus returned their smiles, and continued his walk back to his chambers. He wondered what else those Gryffindors would come up with to embarrass each other, and he smiled fondly as he remembered his own time as a Hogwarts Student and the many pranks he and his friends had played.

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"It’s your turn, Neville," Ron said after they had all returned to the Gryffindor Common Room. George handed out glasses of Butterbeer while Fred patted Neville on his back and looked at him proudly.

"You, Mr. Longbottom, did extremely well," the redhead said with a big grin, and Neville blushed at the compliment.

"And as a reward for your excellent services to our beloved Gryffindor House, you may pick any of these fine boys and bestow a dare upon them."

Fred looked extremely pleased with himself, and Neville’s confidence seemed to have grown profoundly during Fred’s little speech.

"Come on, Neville," Dean said impatiently. "Who do you pick?"

Neville sat up, and with a big grin on his round face he pointed at Harry. All eyes followed Neville’s finger, and landed on Harry, who’s face wore a slightly worried expression.

"Truth," Harry immediately yelped but both Fred and George shook their heads vigorously.

"No, Mr. Potter. You have been taking Truths over Dares the whole day and we must step in," Fred said while George nodded his agreement.

"Yeah!" Seamus piped out. "Everyone’s done a dare except for you, Harry. Now it’s your turn."

Harry swallowed.

Of course his friends were right. Each and every one of them had accepted a Dare. It had been a blast watching Ron quote Shakespeare to Madam Hooch while she was teaching a Quidditch beginners course to a bunch of second year Ravenclaws and Huffelpuffs.

Seamus’ confrontation with Draco Malfoy in the Great Hall had been hilarious and even Seamus had agreed that the expression that had graced the Slytherin’s face after being called a ‘Sexy Slytherin Slut’ was well worth the split lip Malfoy had given him.

Watching Dean ask Hagrid if he could take Fang out on a date and treat him to a romantic candlelight dinner had left them all with tears streaming down their faces from laughing for at least fifteen minutes without interruption.

Fred’s dare had left them all rather shocked. The red-head’s dare was to go up to Dumbledore, and ask him if he wanted to buy naked pictures of Mad Eye Moody. That part had been funny to watch. However, when Dumbledore had answered Fred that he already had such pictures in his possession, the lot of them, Fred included, had practically screamed in pure horror, and had rushed back to the safety of the Gryffindor Common Room. It had taken many glasses of butter beer and some serious studying of both Wicked Wizards Wanking Wildly’s and Witches Wanting Wangers’s latest issues to rid their minds of the mental images of Moody in the buff.

After that disturbing event, George’s dare had seemed rather innocent and uneventful. Going over to Madam Pinch and asking her if she could provide some practical assistance with one of the Library’s books on Sexual Education had proven two things. One: Madam Pinch did *not* have a sense of humor. And two: George could actually outrun a well-aimed hex from the Librarian.

So yes, Harry realized that it would only be fair to the rest of his friends if he would pick a dare as well. Even Neville had given in and had done what Harry had ordered him to do. Moon Moony. It had been one of his more brilliant ideas, Harry thought. Because, thanks to Sirius and his big mouth, Harry was one of the few people who knew the origin of Remus’ nickname. And that nickname had nothing to do with him being a werewolf. It had everything to do with a similar game Remus, Sirius and his dad had played in their Hogwarts years and concerned a little prank that involved dropping one’s trousers in front of a certain black haired Slytherin.

"So, what will it be? Will you take the dare or will we have to force you?" Fred asked, and Harry sighed deeply.

"I’ll take a dare," he finally said, and the rest of the young Wizards erupted in victorious yells and enthusiastic applause. Both Fred and George motioned Neville over, and started whispering into his ears. After a minute Neville pulled back, and looked at Harry.

"Your dare is..." Neville said while Harry nervously bit his lip and fervently hoped that it would not involve Snape in any way because he wanted to live to see another day.

"To go to your Transfigurations Professor and declare your sexual attraction to him."

Harry blinked.

The rest laughed and snickered at Harry’s dumbfounded look.

"Wait a minute," Harry said after he had regained his ability to speak. "I can’t do that. Sirius is my godfather. I can’t say something like that to him."

"That’s the dare, you twit." Ron grinned wickedly.

Harry briefly considered asking if he could change the dare to declare his sexual attraction to Snape. At least that would be easier to do, even if the Unforgivables that would surely follow would be a little uncomfortable to say the least.

Because the problem wasn’t that Sirius was his godfather. Sirius was a man with a mischievous nature who could appreciate a good prank. But the problem was that Harry *did* feel sexually attracted to his godfather. Very attracted. As in huge crush since his fifth year and deeper feelings of devotion and love since his sixth. Harry had always kept those feeling safely tucked away because he knew that Sirius would never see him in such a way, even if his godfather was attracted to both men and women. No, Sirius would never see him as anything else than his godson and a dear friend.

And the thought of going to Sirius and having to confess his attraction to the man frightened Harry beyond belief. He knew his friends thought it was a good joke. And if Harry wouldn’t have had any real feelings for his godfather he would have agreed to that. But the knot in his stomach and the slightly nauseated feeling he was experiencing was enough evidence that he did not think of this dare as funny.

He thought about asking his housemates if they could possibly resurrect Voldemort so he could defeat him again. That would also be a lot easier than go to his godfather and do what his friends wanted him to do.

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"As soon as you’re inside his chambers, Harry, we will cast an eavesdropping spell so we will be certain that you will say what you have to say."

Harry looked up at Fred, and nodded briefly. They were standing just around the corner of the corridor where Sirius’ chambers were, and the twins were giving Harry some last minute instructions. Or at least Harry thought that was what they were doing because he didn’t really hear a word they were saying. All he could think of was Sirius. And what he was supposed to tell him.

"Now, go." George gave him a gentle push in the direction of Sirius’ chambers. Harry legs started walking while his mind tried to make them stop. But his Gryffindor courage somehow took over and motioned him towards his godfather’s chambers. All too soon he was standing in front of the dark wooden door.

Harry sighed deeply, and raised his hand to knock. Perhaps if McGonagall had still been there this wouldn’t have happened. He would much rather profess any fake attraction to his former Transfiguration Professor than any real attraction to his godfather. But alas, after the final battle McGonagall had retired since she had been seriously injured and needed time to heal. And thus his beloved godfather had accepted the job when Dumbledore had offered it to him. At first, Harry had been thrilled of course. But later on he had to admit that seeing Sirius on such a regular basis also proved to be difficult. Because it only made his feelings for the black haired man deeper and more intense. And now he was standing outside his doors, ready to make a complete ass out of himself.

He moved his fist, and softly knocked on the door, almost hoping that Sirius wouldn’t hear him so he could pretend that his godfather wasn’t there, and get the hell out of there.

"Who is it?"

Harry closed his eyes briefly, and took a deep breath when he heard his godfather’s deed rid rich voice call out.

"It’s me. Harry." he answered, and wondered when his voice had started to sound like that of a six-year-old girl instead of a seventeen-year-old wizard.

The door flung open, and Harry involuntarily took a step backwards. There, in the doorway of his chambers, stood Sirius Black.

Wearing nothing more than a pair of faded blue jeans.

"Hi Harry, come on in," Sirius said cheerfully, and ushered Harry into his rooms. Harry tried not to notice that Sirius’ shoulder length black hair was damp and caused little drops of water to run down his naked back and chest. His well formed, lean yet muscled and nicely tanned, naked back and chest.

He quickly walked inside the room, and heard his godfather close the door behind him.

Sirius ran a hand through his damp hair, and noticed his godson watching him with big eyes.

"Sorry about that, I’ve just stepped out of the shower," he said, and Harry nodded dumbly.

"So, what can I do for you?" Sirius took a seat on the dark burgundy couch that was placed in the center of his small living quarters.

Bend me over that couch and shove your cock up my ass, Harry briefly thought. He quickly pushed those thoughts away, and tried not to blush.

"Er...I wanted to talk to you about something," he said, and Sirius smiled and patted the empty space on the couch next to him.

"Sure, have a seat."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Stand back, this is a powerful spell." Fred furrowed his brow, and the five other Gryffindors quickly stepped back. Fred pointed his wand at the solid door, and muttered something.

"Oh dear," the redhead said after nothing happened.

"What?" Seamus asked, and Ron looked worried.

"It seems that our favorite Professor had guarded his chambers well," Fred said dramatically, and George briefly ran his own wand across the door.

"You’re right, Fred. He has a Cave Canem ward on his door. There will be no way we will be able to breach that one." George shook his head briefly.

"Cave Canem?" Dean asked, and Neville’s eyes widened.

"What do you mean, we can’t breach it?" Ron wanted to know, and Fred placed his hand on his younger brother’s shoulder.

"Dear Ronniekins, have you really learned nothing during these six and a half years of fine education?" he asked, and Ron gave his brother a venomous glare.

"Cave Canem means Beware of the Dog," George explained patiently. "It is a very strong ward and we will not be able to cast any spell through it. So there will be no eavesdropping."

Both Seamus and Dean looked very disappointed. Neville seemed oddly relieved, and Ron was still staring daggers at his older brother.

"Well, I guess we will just have to trust the Savior of the Wizarding World and hear his story when he returns. Let’s go back to the common room, shall we?" Fred said, and George nodded his agreement.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"So, what did you want to talk about?" Sirius sat back, and looked at his godson. Harry fumbled with the buttons on his blouse and tried to think of something to say.

"How have you been, Sirius?" he blurted out, and his godfather raised an eyebrow slowly. When Harry didn’t say anything else he decided to answer the question anyway.

"I’m fine. Busy with the classes. Who knew teaching would take up so much of your free time," he said, and Harry smiled at him. But said nothing so Sirius continued.

"It’s nice to see you again, Harry. It’s been a while since we spent some time together. Moony has been asking about you as well. We were wondering if you were spending all your free time sneaking off to some secret girlfriend instead of visiting your old friends." Sirius grinned, and Harry blushed.

"I’m not seeing anyone," he said quickly. "It’s just, you know, busy with classes and homework and stuff."

"I see." Sirius looked at his godson intently. Harry seemed awfully interested in the buttons on his blouse and didn’t look very comfortable. Sirius wondered what was bothering his godson but knew better than to push him for answers. So he decided to keep the conversation going and hope that Harry would tell him eventually.

"I haven’t seen a lot of Moony lately either," Sirius said, and Harry looked up, surprised. "I know what is going on even though Remus is sure I haven’t got a clue."

Harry seemed interested in that subject so Sirius decided to tell more about his best friend’s private life.

"Moony has been spending a lot of time with that greasy git in the dungeons. To go over class schedules, he told me. Yeah right. I know exactly what Moony is doing with that Slytherin and it’s got nothing to do with class schedules."

Harry was staring at Sirius with his mouth hanging open.

"Remus and Snape?" he asked, and Sirius solemnly nodded his head.

"Really?" Harry wanted to know, and again Sirius nodded.

"Those two have been drooling all over each other since our school days. And now they have finally given in and started seeing each other. Or maybe they just shag each other senseless now and then, I wouldn’t really know...."

"Sirius, I’m sexually attracted to you." Harry quickly closed his eyes. He patiently waited for the inevitable to happen. Sirius would burst out in laughter and tell him that it was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard. He would then compliment Harry on the prank and make sure to tell him subtly that Harry should choose someone else to feel attracted to.

But Sirius didn’t laugh.

Since Harry still had his eyes closed, he had no idea what his godfather was doing so he slowly opened his eyes.

Sirius was staring at him with an unreadable expression on his face.

"I’m sorry," Harry whispered because he really didn’t know what else to say and he wanted to end the very uncomfortable silence that was hanging between them.

Sirius swallowed, and licked his lips. He then moved closer to Harry, and looked him straight in his eyes.

"Just sexually, Harry?" he asked softly, and Harry found himself without words. This was not what he had expected to happen.

"Because I have to say that I’m attracted to you as well, but in more than just a sexual way," Sirius admitted, and Harry blinked dumbly.

Had his godfather, the man that had haunted his every single dream for the past two years, just confessed that he was attracted to him as well?

Harry shook his head, and stared into the bright blue eyes of his godfather, who was now sitting so close to him that their thighs were touching.

"Could you perhaps be attracted to me in the same way as I am attracted to you?" Sirius asked softly, and Harry nodded silently.

Some part of his mind was telling Harry that Sirius was joking and that this ‘confession’ was all just part of his godfather getting back at him. Any moment now Sirius would sit back and laugh and share stories of how he, Moony and Prongs had played all those pranks on each other and on the Slytherins when they had been in school.

But another part of Harry’s mind was actually registering Sirius moving closer to him. His godfather didn’t laugh. He didn’t even smile. He just stared at him with eyes that held devotion, insecurity and.....love?

"I know I shouldn’t be doing this, Harry," Sirius whispered while he moved his face closer to Harry’s. "I’m your godfather. Your parents trusted me to take care of you, to look after you. I’m your Professor. You’re still a student..."

"I don’t care," Harry blurted out, and was as surprised by his own statement as Sirius was. The older man tentatively put his trembling hand on Harry’s thigh.

"Are you sure?" he wanted to know, and Harry again nodded because he knew he wouldn’t be able to speak at that moment. His heart was racing in his chest and his breathing was ragged. Slowly he began to accept that Sirius wasn’t kidding or playing a prank. His godfather looked dead serious, and the trembling hand on his thigh told Harry that Sirius was as nervous as he was.

They stayed silent for a while, both looking in each other's eyes, still recovering from the shock of their mutual confession. Sirius kept his hand on Harry’s thigh, and their shoulders were touching but they stayed completely still while they tried to decide what step they wanted to take next.

Harry decided that he wanted to know how and why and how long Sirius had been feeling like this.

"Since when have you felt this way?" he asked softly, and was surprised when he saw Sirius’ cheeks flush.

"A long time, Harry. A lot longer than would have been appropriate," he whispered, and Harry had to smile at that confession.

"Really?" he asked, and Sirius gave him a shy grin.

"Yeah. When I watched you during that Quidditch game in your third year I realized that I was feeling a lot more for you than just the parental feelings of a godfather. How about you?"

Now it was Harry’s turn to give his godfather a shy grin.

"Since fifth year."

"That long?" Sirius asked surprised, and Harry giggled. That broke the tension, which had been building between them, and Sirius snickered when he heard Harry giggle.

They looked at each other again, and Sirius licked his lips nervously. Harry stared at his godfather, and felt overwhelmed with feelings of want and need and love. He wanted Sirius right now, needed him and had always loved him.

"Kiss me?" he whispered almost too soft to be heard but Sirius understood what Harry wanted. He lowered his face slowly, and brushed his lips against Harry’s.

Both men drew back as if to determine if they indeed both wanted this. The need that shone in their eyes was proof enough so Sirius lowered his face again, and this time crushed his lips on Harry’s.

A soft moan escaped Harry’s throat, and he opened his mouth slightly. Sirius teased him with the tip of his tongue, and Harry met that delicious tongue with his own. Their kiss deepened, and drew moans form the both of them. Harry placed his hands on Sirius naked chest, and let them wander across the hot flesh towards his godfather’s shoulders. He wrapped his arms around Sirius’ neck, and pulled the older man closer, so that Sirius was pushing him back against the couch.

The moment their bodies touched they both gasped loudly. Harry could feel his godfather’s erection through his jeans on his thigh, and Sirius let his own hand wander down Harry’s body. He cupped his godson’s erection through his trousers, and squeezed teasingly. Harry bucked his hips up, and almost cried out. Sirius broke their kiss, and looked at Harry intently.

"I want you so much," he whispered hoarsely, and Harry could feel his erection twitch at that statement.

"You have me, Sirius," he whispered back, and shivered when he saw the raw, animalistic need in his godfather’s eyes.

Sirius ripped Harry’s blouse open, not caring to unbutton it and thus sending all the buttons flying across the room. Sirius’ lips and tongue immediately attacked the rather pale chest that appeared. Harry buried his hands in Sirius’ thick yet soft black hair, and threw his head back. He closed his eyes, and tried to comprehend what exactly was happening. But the feelings of pleasure and need clouded his mind, and he dismissed all the questions that were roaming through his mind. He had wanted this for so long. And finally it was happening.

Sirius had reached the waistband of Harry’s jeans, and quickly unbuttoned it. Harry opened his eyes again, and stared down at Sirius with his mouth slightly opened while his breaths were deep and fast. The sight of his godfather licking his belly while his hands opened his trousers was almost enough to make Harry come, and he felt his body shiver slightly.

Sirius had opened his godson’s trousers quickly, and pulled them down, taking Harry’s boxer shorts with them. He didn’t waist any time admiring the young Wizard’s hard cock but attacked it with his mouth immediately. He swirled his tongue around the leaking head, and sucked it into his mouth. Harry bucked his hips up again when he felt his cock being buried in that hot, wet mouth, and he let out a loud moan.

"Siri...don’t...I’ll come..."

Sirius paid not attention to his godson’s pleads, and instead sucked Harry’s cock harder and faster while Harry clenched his fists around strays of Sirius’ hair.

"I want to come while you fuck me..." Harry moaned, and Sirius briefly pulled back from Harry’s erection, and looked up at his godson with a seductive smile.

"You will, Harry. But right now I just have to taste you."

He returned his attention back to Harry’s dripping cock, and sucked it with all that he had. He used his tongue to tease, coax and pleasure, and Harry groaned loudly while he threw his head back again.

He was so close, and he didn’t want to end it so soon. The feeling of Sirius mouth and tongue on his erection was incredible, and he wanted it to last. But the moment Sirius raised one hand, and started teasing Harry’s testicles, Harry knew that it was a futile fight. He gave in, and felt his climax rage through him while he shot his seed down Sirius’ willing throat.

Harry panted, and stared at at his godfather again. Sirius was licking his now softening shaft clean, and looked up at Harry with an evil grin. Harry gave him a very satisfied smile in return. Sirius sat up, and gently took Harry’s face in his hands.

"You taste delicious," he whispered before he kissed his godson deeply. Harry let out a soft moan, and returned the kiss greedily. It had been incredible but he wanted more. He wanted to feel Sirius inside of him.

"Sirius, I want you to take me,” he whispered the moment Sirius broke their kiss. His godfather looked thoughtful for a moment, and stared deep in Harry’s eyes.

"Are you sure?"

Harry nodded quickly.

"Have you ever done that before?"

Harry shook his head.

"I’ve done some things but I’m still a virgin if that is what you are asking," he whispered, and Sirius let out a low growl, filled with both lust and jealousy.

"With whom have you done what things?" he asked with slightly narrowed eyes, and Harry had to grin at Sirius’ possessive behavior.

"Nothing much. Just some kisses and a couple of hand jobs, that’s all. And it’s none of your concern with whom I did those things." he said and giggled when Sirius looked at him defiantly. Sirius silenced his godson with another deep kiss, and pulled off Harry’s blouse completely. He broke the kiss and bent down to take off Harry’s sneakers and his jeans, which were gathered around his ankles. Within moments Harry was sitting on the couch completely naked, and Sirius let his eyes wander across that delicious body. Harry was pale and lean, with just the right amount of firm muscles from playing Quidditch.

"I’m going to fuck you, Harry," he said huskily, and Harry’s eyes widened while his cheeks flushed.

"But to do so, I’ll need lube. Hang on."

And with that Sirius jumped up from the couch, and practically ran into his bedroom, only to return moments later, softly cursing. He walked towards the small kitchen area, and returned to the couch with a bottle filled with a greenish substance.

"What’s that?" Harry asked softly, and Sirius gave him a big grin.

"Olive oil. It will work, don’t worry. I’m afraid I wasn’t expecting my godson tonight, ready to be buggered into the couch. And I don’t think now is the time to ask Moony for some of his supply, undoubtedly provided by that greasy git. I don’t want to explain to him who I’m about to shag senseless."

Harry giggled, and Sirius gave him another big grin. He put the bottle of Olive oil on the floor, and leaned against his godson.

"Turn around, Harry. I’m going to make you feel things you have never felt before,"� he whispered, and Harry felt his cock grow hard again.

"God, Sirius, I love it when you talk like that." He turned around obediently. Sirius let his hands wander across Harry’s naked back, and buried his nose in Harry’s unruly hair.

"Really?" he whispered while he let his lips trail down Harry’s neck and back. "So you won’t mind if I tell you that I’m going to spread your ass and lick that virgin entrance of yours."

"Oh god..." Harry moaned, and Sirius grinned while he trailed his tongue between Harry’s pale cheeks. He spread them with his hands, and swirled his tongue around the tight hole.

"You taste delicious. Every part of you tastes delicious." Sirius muttered while he teased his godson with his tongue. Harry had his eyes shut, and was panting heavily. Never before had he imagined that one day he would feel Sirius’ skilled tongue touch him there, and the feeling was more intense than anything he had ever felt.

While Sirius continued to prepare his godson he opened his own jeans, and slid them down quickly, moaning at the slight feeling of relief when his own hard cock sprung free.

"I’m going to push my finger into you right now, Harry and I’m going to open you up nice and easy so that I’ll be able to bury my hard cock into your arse." Sirius opened the bottle of Olive oil, and coated his right hand with it. Harry was trembling by now, and spread his legs as wide as he could.

Sirius slipped one finger into Harry’s body, and swirled it around skillfully, opening his godson up just as he had said that he would. Harry moaned, as he pushed his hips back. Suddenly a feeling of intense pleasure surged through him, and Harry cried out.

"That is your prostate. I’m just teasing it with my finger. Imagine what it will feel like when I grind my hard cock against it," Sirius said hoarsely while he continued to open Harry up. He added another finger, and was rewarded with a loud groan. Harry was thrusting his hips back violently by now, and moaned incoherent words of lust and need.

Sirius pulled his fingers out, and smiled at Harry’s disappointed moan.

"Don’t worry. I’m just going to slick my cock up and then I’ll burry it deep in your virgin hole, Harry. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to sit down for a week." Sirius spread a generous amount of Olive oil on his cock. Harry, who was half leaning over the couch, was grinding his own hips against the soft fabric. He wanted to be fucked, he wanted to come, and most of all, he never ever wanted Sirius to stop talking like that.

Sirius positioned his erection against Harry’s entrance, and soothingly stroked Harry’s back with his hands.

"Relax, Harry. You have to let me in. I don’t want to hurt you, I just want to fuck you," Sirius whispered, and Harry tried to relax as best as he could. Which was hard because the mere thought of his godfather’s cock inside of him made him shiver with anticipation.

Sirius pushed forward slowly, and let out a groan when he buried the head of his cock inside Harry’s tight body.

"That’s it, Harry. Merlin, you’re so tight. You feel so good," Sirius moaned, and Harry carefully pushed his hips back, signaling that he wanted more. Sirius complied, and pushed forward further.

"God...yes!" Harry cried out when Sirius’ cock filled him completely. His godfather started moving slowly to give Harry time to adjust.

"I have wanted to do this for so long. Take you like this. Fuck you and pleasure you," Sirius groaned, and Harry moaned in response while he let Sirius guide his hips so that their bodies moved together.

"You’re so fucking tight, Harry. I can’t wait to fill you and to make you come again. And I want to keep doing this. Fuck you and love you...for as long as you will have Sir Sirius threw his head back, and started pounding into Harry with some force.

"Yes....forever, Sirius. I want this forever," Harry groaned in response, and cried out when he felt one of Sirius’ hands slip around him, and grab his hard, leaking cock.

Sirius started stroking his godson’s cock in time with his thrusts, and both moaned at the feeling of intense pleasure that attacked them.

"Sirius,...I’m gonna come..." Harry cried out, and Sirius stroked Harry’s cock faster in response.

"Come, Harry. I want to feel you come while I’ve got my cock up your arse, and I’m fucking you."

Harry cried out again when his climax hit him and he shot his seed all over his godfather’s hand and onto the couch.

Sirius let go of Harry’s cock, and positioned both his hands on Harry’s hips, holding on to them tightly while he sped up his thrusts yet again.

"Fuck...Harry!" Sirius cried out while he came harder than he ever had. He buried his cock deep inside Harry while he filled his godson’s body with his release.

They collapsed onto the couch, and Sirius slowly pulled his softening cock out of Harry. He took his godson in his arms, and held him close while he placed soft kisses on Harry’s sweat covered face.

"I meant it, when I said that I want to do this again and again," he whispered.

"I meant it too, Sirius. I want you forever. I love you so much." Harry pressed his lips against his godfather’s. They shared a gentle kiss that told them that they would be sharing many moments like this in the future. Moments filled with lust and love.

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Meanwhile, somewhere in Hogsmeade.....

"Home, sweet home!" Fred piped out while he dropped himself on the couch that was centered in the living room of the small apartment he and George shared. His brother joined him, and put his arm around Fred, pulling him close.

"It was a good day," he stated, and Fred looked up at him with a grin.

"Yeah. I’m glad we finally found an excuse to get those two together. If I would have had to watch any more of their longing gazes towards each other, I think I might have hexed them," Fred said, and now George grinned.

"Everything worked out just fine, thanks to us of course." George gently stroked his brother’s shoulder.

"Indeed it did. But really, George...Cave Canem...how the hell did you come up with that?" Fred asked, and George grinned at him wickedly.

"It seemed a fitting name for a imaginary spell, since our beloved Professor has some canine traits." He pressed his nose against Fred’s cheek. "Imagine all the things Harry will do with Sirius.....Merlin...he can even have Sirius shag him like a...."

"George!" Fred scolded his brother playfully. "I don’t want to think about Harry being shagged by a big black dog."

"Why not? It sounds sexy.....want to give it a try?" George asked with a wicked smile, and Fred grinned at him in return. "You can be poor, innocent Harry and I’ll be strong and experienced Padfoot....."

Fred pushed his brother away but George immediately recovered, and pinned his brother against the couch. He pressed his lips on Fred’s, and grinned when he heard his brother moan.

When he pulled back Fred looked at him with dazed eyes.

"Okay...no Padfoot and Harry role-playing this evening." George placed a couple of soft kisses of Fred’s face. "There is something that I’ve been wondering though."

Fred looked up at him, and George narrowed his eyes mischievously.

"Do you think Dumbledore would want to sell those pictures of Moody?"

~~Fin~~
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