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Birthday Present	By : viva Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 8692 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Birthday Present

Pairing: SB/HP/RL (OT3!!)

Rating: NC-17 Adult

Warning: AU, PWP, AU, and did I mention PWP? extreme pornish

Beta: Thank you, annephoenix, who had suffered my first draft, my sweet darling punkheid, and my ever wonderful bleed_sincerely *huggles around* All the remaining mistakes are MINE. *possessive*

AN: Let's pretend that anything in fifth and sixth book never happened, because I'm too lazy to think up reasons and methods to bring Sirius back. I wrote this before my first coffee, so be very afraid!

PS: Thank for you too, scramasaxx, you�re really cute when you�re drunk. I was trying to write a drunk!Harry when you posted that adorable incoherent message. *lmao*

Word count: ~1,500

Harry stumbled awkwardly out of the Floo in the house he shared with Sirius and Remus. He was more than a little tipsy after the amount of alcohol the Weasley twins fed him in his birthday party at the Burrow. A crashing noise and a string of curses from behind him made Harry smile a little and turn to look at his godfather and former professor. Sirius was clutching his forehead while Remus chuckled and picked up the hearth decoration that had fallen on Sirius and put it back in its place.
Sirius' face screwed up as he gingerly rubbed his bruise and glowered when he heard his godson giggled uncontrollably, as if Sirius' misfortune was the funniest thing in the world.
�Stop messing with it, Sirius, or it�ll be worse in the morning.� Remus reprimanded, but he only got a cheeky grin from Sirius in return.
Harry looked at them and had to sigh longingly. He had been fantasising about Sirius and Remus since his sixth year, when they had both applied for the position of Defence Against the Dark Arts Instructor at Hogwarts. Harry thought the two of them were gorgeous; each in his own special way. Remus had this Tormented Hero look about him, whereas Sirius was charming, always enthusiastic and playful. Not to mention their physical looks, which were beyond attractive. Harry was sure everyone thought so, or at least Seamus thought so. Seamus couldn't seem to stop talking about the way Remus smiled or how fit Sirius was, and that annoyed Harry to no end.
Sirius was talking quietly with Remus, glancing at Harry so often that Harry was starting to get suspicious. He sank down on one of the couch and sighed, then giggled again when he felt the world span. Even the couch he was sitting on was rocking left and right to an obscure furniture song.
"Why don't you go and clean yourself up, Harry?" Remus said. He looked strangely resigned, as though Sirius had just talked him into doing something embarrassing.
Harry grinned for no particular reason, �I�m comfy. Not moving.�
"You stink," Sirius said, waving his hand in front of his nose as if trying to remove the bad smell.
Harry blew raspberries at his godfather for that comment then got up, obeyed Remus� urging. He knew his body smelt disgustingly like Firewhiskey anyway. Somewhat blindly, Harry stumbled on his way to his room, which was unfortunately on the second floor. It was a hard task, because the stairs refused to cooperate, and more times than not, they simply moved away to avoid his feet. That made Harry dissolved into another giggling fit. He sternly chided them and moved on, albeit with difficulty. He was half way up the stairs when he heard Sirius hollered, "We'll wait for you."
That reminded Harry, they had told him that they had other 'real' presents for him too. Harry was curious. What more could they give him? Sirius gave him a new racing broom, again. Harry liked his new broom, but he would keep the old Firebolt as it was the first present he had ever received from Sirius. Remus' present was a Pensieve, full of his memories of James and Lily. Harry treasured both gifts, but Remus' was the best present ever been given to him. Remus' memories of his parents were not tarnished or broken like those of Sirius, who had spent too much time in Azkaban to keep all the happy memories safe.
Harry stripped off his clothes, not without fumbling with the buttons on his shirt and jeans. The sound of his jeans zipper made him snigger again and he had to wonder why the world determined to make him laugh so much. Harry shook his head and put the clothes in the laundry basket outside the bathroom.
He was surprised to find that the tub was already full with water. Sirius must have ordered the house elf to prepare it, he thought, smiling at his godfather's considerate gesture. The water was at the temperature he liked, so Harry blissfully sank down into the tub and relaxed. He bathed slowly, savouring the fragrance and heat of the water. He must have dozed off at some point, because there were suddenly noises from outside the bathroom, calling his name.
"Harry? Harry? Are you still in there?" Sirius bellowed, knocking at the door none too gently.
"I'm up, I'm up! Sorry, must have dozed off." Harry mumbled, lifting himself out of the tub. The water was cooling down fast, and Harry shivered. He reached for the towel the house-elf always laid out for him on the rack, but came up empty handed.
"What the--," Harry blinked, staring at the empty rack in confusion.
"Are you looking for something, Harry?" Sirius asked, his voice barely concealed his amusement and Harry was sure he knew why.
"This is not funny, Sirius!" Harry shouted, blushing furiously and looking around for something he could use as an impromptu towel. Nothing.
"Come on, Harry," said Sirius in a sing-song voice. "You have nothing that I don't have myself!"
"Right," Harry gritted his teeth and stormed out, intending to glare his godfather to death, but then he stopped dead in his track. His eyes wide with wonder, Harry stared at the sight in front of him and almost drooled.
Remus was lying on his back in the middle of Harry's bed; legs spread invitingly, both hands reached behind his back to balance himself. He looked delicious, but what caught Harry's eyes was between Remus' thighs. Remus' cock was fully erect, its head pulsing, letting pre-come leak onto -- Harry couldn't believe it -- a donut. The donut ifself was bigger than normal. It had to be or Remus wouldn't have been able to fit his cock inside its ring. On the icing of the donut was a 'Happy Birthday!' completed with tiny candles. Remus was so tense, still, his eyes betrayed his lust. On the floor beside him was Sirius, naked except for a ribbon tied elaborately around his cock and a golden nipple ring. Harry did a double take when he noticed the tattoo over said nipple ring, which said 'For Harry'.
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Sirius was grinning like a loon, his breathing ragged; he seemed so excited by the prospect of exposing himself to Harry and his cock twitched, leaking a few drops of pre-come.
Harry couldn't decide whom to stare at; he was standing there with his jaw hanging, so Sirius decided for him and moved from his crouching position to stand behind Harry.
"Why don't you blow out Remus' candles, Harry?" Sirius said huskily, so close to his ear, making Harry shivered delicately and he nearly faint when he felt a warm naked chest pressed against his bare back. "After that, you can open your present from me."
Having silk ribbon caressed his arse, especially when said ribbon was wrapping around a cock, could made anyone's mind jumbled. Harry could only nod in agreement.
"Come, Harry," Remus beckoned with his head, then hissed when drops of candle wax dripped down on his thighs. Harry swallowed thickly and nodded. He had to be dreaming, Harry decided, surly nothing could go wrong if he played along with this particular dream? He would surely wake up later with a hard-on, but who cared?
Sirius guided his godson to stand near Remus, Harry's cock almost touching Remus'. One rough hand rubbed up and down Harry's slender length, tightened and loosened in a rhythm only Sirius knew of, and it was driving Harry crazy. Another hand parted his cheeks and inserted a thumb to toy mercilessly with his entrance, making Harry nervous and horny as hell.
"Do you think your cake has enough icing?" Sirius asked, smirking openly. Harry looked down at his 'cake' and whimpered. He was supposed to eat that at some point, right?
"Why don't you add some more icing yourself?" Sirius said again, pumping Harry's cock even more urgently. Harry groaned out loud and reached for his godfather for support, only to be kissed so hard that his lips felt bruised. The wet sounds of kissing turned him on even more. It took only a few more squeezes and Harry came hard, his come covering his cake and putting out a few candles. Remus was looking at Sirius' hand on Harry's cock and licking his lips hungrily, so Sirius hovered his come-covered hand before Remus, who licked it clean with enthusiasm. Harry moaned helplessly at that display. His cock was starting to get interested again.
"Now, your real birthday party has begun," Sirius whispered, his eyes dilated with lust. He helped Harry crouch down when his knees buckled and gestured to the candles that were getting dangerously low, "Make a wish and blow the candles, Harry."
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