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Sleeping Dogs	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 69092 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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: Sleeping Dogs
Author: VoxFuriae
Pairing: Sirius/Harry, Remus/Harry, Draco/Harry, Remus/Sirius, Padfoot/Harry, Multi
Genre: Slash, AU
Rating: NC 17
Warnings: Rape, Minor/Shouta, Bestiality
Summary: Harry keeps looking for someone to help him feel dirty for liking boys and dogs, Sirius, Remus and Draco more than willing to lend a hand and sometimes paw.
Author Notes: This is one of those unapologetic nasty pieces of fiction I've been kicking around, refusing to write. It contains rape, graphic bestiality of the specific nature of Padfoot and a wolf fucking Harry, and ideology concerning turning Harry into a pack bitch (alas, a pack of two.) Not too much violence, but graphic sex, degrading language and self destructive behavior abounds, as well as emo, emo-ness.
You have been warned.
So this was originally only going to be three chapters plus a quick wrap up, leaving a taste of terribleness to it all. Course, once I got to writing it, it became something else entirely. My writing goes through as many moods as I do. I had no kindness in me, and then the white wolf showed up to fix that, and it just got... redeemed, I guess. It's a fucking weird fic, I'm happy to say, and given my first time writing something with actual animals screwing people, not too terribly done. It gets a little cutesy near the end, but whatever. I'm a sucker for a happy ending.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
CH1—Sirius Teaches A Hard Lesson

“Come on, Har, don’t tell me you’re taking off again.” Harry looked up from where he was rummaging for his cloak, shrugging unconcernedly at Ron’s overly anxious face.
“It’s Saturday. Do you really expect me to hang around the castle all day? There are only so many games of chess I can play.” Harry huffed, throwing the found invisibility cloak over his shoulder. “I’m going stir crazy—and so help me, if I run into that shit Malfoy again, with his stupid Dementor mimicry, I’m going to break something, preferably the little git’s head.”
Ron put his hands up to ward off the verbal attack. “Geez, I got it—you’re going nuts. Fine. Quit it before the room starts shaking.”
“Sorry,” Harry muttered, his brows still furrowed angrily. “Anyways, don’t mother me. I'll be fine.”
Ron sighed, ruffling his red hair awkwardly. “Just watch your back out there.”
“I’ve got the cloak, and it’s broad daylight. Nothing nasty is going to catch me.” Harry tucked the Marauders’ Map into his back pocket, opposite his wand, moving around Ron to get to the door. “And don’t go squealing to Hermione this time. You know how she gets.”
“She’s top of our class for a reason, Harry.”
“Bloody whatever.” Harry rolled his eyes, quickly shutting off any response Ron may have made by throwing the hood of his sweatshirt over his head and walking out the door. He was so sick of everyone looking out for him, or as Harry saw it, running his life.
He was bored, he was agitated, and he needed something to do besides all the stupid shit everyone seemed content to do every damn day. The forest seemed a perfect haven, full of the unknown and wild. A place Harry could find some damn fun, maybe even some danger, as long as he was careful enough.
Ron didn't like the forest, and Hermione, hell Hermione was about ready to start telling McGonagall. Like the little witch had any right to decide what Harry needed in his life. Harry was tired of being bossed around by people that just seemed so sure to know better than him.
The Forbidden Forest was green, warm and welcoming, and Harry was quick to discard his sweatshirt and put it in the pack he had grabbed before leaving. He stayed to the main path, keeping an eye out for anything that might tear him to pieces while he looked around for a nice place to make camp and eat lunch. He was already feeling better, away from the constant hum of children among the cold stone of Hogwarts. He felt alive outside, something he hadn't really understood until realizing he hadn't been feeling very alive most days.
There was a huge tree up ahead, large branches creating a comfortable clearing of grass clumps and roots beneath in the dust. Harry sat against the trunk, back pressed to the bark as he pulled out a sandwich to eat. He tilted his head, hearing a rustle behind him, but couldn't see around the large tree trunk. Shrugging, he brushed it aside, having another bite of his peanut butter and jelly.
“Have you lost your mind, boy?” Harry jumped to his feet, eyes wide in surprise at the low, harsh voice.
“...Siri?” Harry guessed, brows furrowed as he looked around for the man. Another rustle, and Harry looked up, trying not to gasp. Sirius was in the branches, face grim and wild expression in his startling blue eyes.
Sirius glared down, hands wrapped firmly around strong tree limbs as he leaned his weight to peer closer. “What are you doing out here, you little fool? Don't you know Voldemort would dream of a chance to get you alone in the Forbidden Forest?”
Harry flinched from the angry glare, scowling back. “I brought my wand—I'm not an idiot, Sirius. I have the cloak and everything...” Harry gulped, eyes widening as Sirius jumped from the impossible height and landed in a crouch in front of him. The man was long legs and tight muscle dressed in black, rough stubble on his face and dark hair a dangerous whip in its ponytail. Harry tried to suppress the shiver that ran through him as his godfather lengthened and towered over him.
He knew he shouldn't be afraid of Sirius, but sometimes he just seemed a crazed brute, ferocious energy crackling right beneath the surface. He wondered if Sirius had been like that during his school years, or if Azkaban had changed something in him, drawing up dark power to combat the darker creatures that guarded there. The man was intimidating in his hot energy, full of fire running unchecked in his eyes.
Sirius ran a hand through his hair, then took his palm and bit it absentmindedly as he continued to glare at his godson. “I don't know why you can't seem to understand this, Harry. Its dangerous out here. There are beasts that would see a thing like you and tear you asunder. I want you to go back to the castle, right now.”
Harry's scowl grew, hands fisting at his side. “Sirius, I'm fine! Why does everyone treat me like a damn child! My dad and you guys went out to the Forbidden Forest all the time when my age.”
Sirius growled, and Harry took a step back, his stomach twisting uncomfortably. The man was angry, mania glinting in his eyes, jaw tight with restrained force. “Harry, mate, we never went out alone. We didn't have Voldemort looking to kill us. And, quite frankly, we were a different breed of animal than you.”
Harry narrowed his eyes at that. “What the hell does that mean? Are you saying I'm not strong enough to be out here?”
Sirius reached out quickly and grabbed the boy by his shirt, twisting the fabric and pulling Harry in close to his face and right up to the wild blue eyes.
“What I'm saying, little boy, is that you are not an animal like I am. And the other animals in the forest can sense it, and they are drawn to you.” He breathed deep, smelling down Harry's neck and shoulders and fanning hot breath on the flinching boy. “Someone is going to gobble you up if you don't leave here now.”
Harry gave a shattered moan, trying to pull away from the death grip on his t-shirt. “I'm fine!” He insisted, glaring while trying to slow his racing heart. He didn't understand why Sirius was so angry at him, but it made him feel strange, achingly so. “Siri—Let me go!”
Sirius just stared at him, smirking cruelly as the boy struggled in his grasp. “If you can't fucking get away from me, how are you going to fight off the other beasts in this forest? How are you going to stop Voldemort? I only need one hand to catch you, you little scrap of a thing.”
Harry growled, and with vicious intent bit Sirius's arm. He was expecting the man to rear back, let him go, but instead all he got was deafening silence, Sirius smiling wider at the pain.
“Is that the best you've got? Moony's given me worse in his sleep,” Sirius murmured, pulling Harry closer and burying his face in Harry's neck. The man smelled him again, breathing up the side of Harry's throat and hair, a mild, confused look crossing his face. “Harry... you smell different since last... musky...”
Harry whimpered, Sirius so much stronger than him and currently licking his neck in long swipes, as if cleaning him. “Siri, please... just let me go.”
“Promise me you won't come back here.” Growling, Sirius slowly moved his head back, Harry grasping at the arm holding him to keep from tipping. “Promise me, Harry.”
Harry bit his lip, refusing.
“Harry...” Sirius was near threatening, and now his other hand was on Harry's shoulder, biting in to the tender flesh. “Promise.”
“No!” Harry snapped. “Stop telling me what to do. If I want to come out here, I will, and there's nothing you can bloody well do about it!” He realized his mistake before the words were fully out, Sirius's eyes turning black with rage.
“Really?” Sirius's voice was so soft, Harry had to strain to hear. The hands holding him suddenly let him go, and Harry bent, panting for air. Why Sirius had let up the second he was the angriest, Harry didn't know, but he was glad for it.
“Are you going to leave?” Sirius asked, and Harry heard the warning then, the dark promise of punishment if he disobeyed. Harry blatantly ignored it.
“No. I'm just as tough as anything else here, Siri. Stop being an ass.” He swallowed hard, taking a step back as Sirius took one large stalking step towards him. “Sirius... come on... you're overreacting...”
Sirius grabbed Harry's shoulders and turned him, pinning the boy up against the hard bark of the tree, face scraping, glasses falling to the ground. Harry squirmed, mouth gasping for air as he tried to understand how everything had suddenly changed from light and green, to dark with the sudden smell of bark and sharp sting of pain.
Sirius breathed over Harry's ear, his tongue and teeth tasting as the boy's heartbeat escalated. “Harry, love, I am going to teach you a hard lesson here. You're not going to like it, but better I teach you it, than the creatures walking this forest.” He tightened his grip, pushing the boy harder against the tree. “When I am done, you are going to go back to the castle and never return to these woods again. Do I make myself clear?”
“Siri...” Harry whined, pushing fruitlessly into the hands holding him down.
“Harry...” Sirius's rough fingers grabbed a fistful of Harry's thick hair and pulled back hard, until Harry cried out. “Answer me.”
“...Fine.” Harry whispered angrily, tears stinging at the back of his eyes.
Sirius growled at the surrender, dipping his head and biting Harry's shoulder hard. Harry yelped, jerking from the feel, head smacking into the tree trunk as Sirius knocked him forward. His shirt was pushed up, Sirius tearing it from Harry's narrow form, ignoring the gasps Harry made from his bare chest being pressed into the tree, nipples roughly ground in until he cried out.
Sirius placed his knee to the center of Harry's lower back, pinning him firmly in place. The boy squirmed from the uncomfortable pain, groaning loudly, jeans slipping down his hips. Running wide callused hands up Harry's narrow side, Sirius suddenly gripped hard, digging fingers in until Harry gave a soft whimper.
“Siri... s-stop...”
Sirius nuzzled into Harry's throat, biting the soft flesh harshly as he pushed his hips into the rebellious boy. “The monsters aren't going to fucking stop, Harry. You should have listened when I gave you a chance.” Harry gave a pathetic groan, his fists thumping into the tree when Sirius thrust harder against him, grinding his erection in anticipation.
“This is going to hurt... So you don't forget, Harry.” Sirius' voice was husky as he breathed Harry's scent in again, his body more than eager to teach the beautiful boy a lesson. He slid his hands quickly down into the band of Harry's over-sized jeans, fingers finding and cupping his ass. Shifting, he slid his leg between the boy's, resting Harry on his thigh and lifting him higher.
Harry's head fell back against Sirius's shirt, feeling the man's breath heaving in restraint. He didn't know why Sirius was doing this, just that everything felt very hot, and it was difficult to breath. His body was stinging, covered in scrapes from the tree bark. Sirius's hands were rough on his flesh, and he could smell the man completely, warm dirt, peppermint, and the faint scent of dog.
Harry whimpered, his body arching, mouth gaping in shock. Sirius had touched somewhere wrong... very fucking wrong, a thick finger pressing into him between his cheeks, slick with something wet.
“Siri... why... oh, ohhh...” Harry breathed out shakily, eyes closing, feeling very dizzy and suddenly nauseas with the realization that the man was touching his asshole. Why was he...? it was so fucking dirty—so wrong... The finger was persistent, pushing against the sides of his tight hole, pulling and stretching, then breaching deep.
Harry tried to breathe, fire and sick consuming his senses as his hole was pulled, up and then down, side to side with the crook of the thick finger, Sirius grunting and panting in his ear. He noticed blearily a burning hardness pressing into his lower back where Sirius kept rubbing against him, and Harry furrowed his brows, fairly certain it must be the man's dick.
The finger left, leaving Harry feeling strangely empty, only to return with another, this time the two much thicker trying to push into his hole. “Stop... no!” He gasped, but Sirius only growled and slammed him back up against the tree, his cheek and shoulder stinging from the rough bark. “Oh god... stop... stop... why are you...” He whimpered mindlessly, the fingers relentless in his tight channel, moving faster in him than before, stretching and thrusting in a rhythm that Sirius repeated with his hips, trapping Harry in place.
Harry was emptied, gasping, trying to understand what Sirius was going to do next. He was let down, swaying on his feet, but those big hands were tearing at the front of his jeans, undoing his fly and letting his pants fall around Harry's ankles. Harry looked down blindly, surprised to see he was hard and straining against his underwear.
“...Siri... I feel strange...” He gasped, feeling a terrible ache inside him, making him want to bend over... fall down, and bend before the man.
“Quiet, and take your punishment, Harry,” Sirius murmured lowly, pulling the boy's underwear down, and pushing him back against the tree, this time Harry's face trapped against Sirius's hot body while his bare ass stung against the bark of the tree.
Harry was lifted up, legs pulled and positioned to cling to Sirius's sharp hips. Hands were on his ass again, fingers pressing in, roughly thrusting in and out and burying deep inside. Harry cried out, throwing his arms around Sirius's neck and holding tight as the hot sensations consumed him.
Dimly, he felt Sirius shift, the sound of a zipper faint in his ears. The hands were grabbing his ass cheeks, pulling them apart as something... something large, and hot pushed up against his hole.
“No... Siri, no...” Harry choked, pain lancing up as the impossibly thick rod slowly pushed against him, and then into him. He could feel his body clenching, trying to push it out, the intrusion far too big as it forced its way in. Nothing was supposed to be up there—Especially not that. It was too dirty and wrong...
“I warned you, Harry,” Sirius growled in his ear, biting the boy's cheek firmly. “I warned you to go home... and... fuck... fuck yes... you're so tight...” He thrust into the yielding heat, pulling a broken sob from the boy. “The forest... isn't... safe...” Sirius grunted, thrusting with each word until he was fully impaled into the quivering flesh.
Harry was lost, head rocking side to side, saliva soaking the shirt in front of him. He clung to Sirius, smelling his flesh and sweat, and encased in his heat. “Please... please take it out... god... I'll be good... I'll be... noo—oh stop... stop...”
“Take it,” Sirius insisted heatedly, hands changing their grip to hold Harry's hips in place. “Take your punishment.” He ground into the boy, pulling his tight, slender body down on his length, burying himself deep, throbbing within as Harry shuddered around him, begging for him to stop.
Delirious, Harry whimpered and thrashed, his body aching, the flesh impaling him too large for understanding, and so full... so full inside. And now, it was moving, sliding out, but before Harry could feel any relief, it was thrust back in again, somehow even deeper. “Nooo...” Harry groaned, his body arching up. Sirius gave no sign that he heard, and the thickness receded and thrust in again, and again.
“You'll listen next time... won't you, Harry?” Sirius demanded, his thrusts growing in need and power as he fucked the sobbing boy. “Fucking listen for a change...” He dropped his head, trying to make sense of what Harry was babbling. Sirius slammed in again as he caught the whimpered yes. “Fuck, that's it... Good boy.”
Unable to hold back any longer, the man shoved the boy back on the tree, hands keeping Harry down as Sirius pounded into him with unrestrained passion, taking what he needed from the boy with long, hard thrusts. And giving, giving the lesson that clearly Harry was in need of.
Sirius came with a groan, grinding deep and hard, imprinting his seed and shape on the inside of the boy as his own. It wouldn't keep the other monsters away, but Harry would fucking know who he belonged to.
“Shit... that's it...” Sirius pressed a hard kiss to the boy's sweaty face, waiting for the moans to slow as he remained buried in Harry's clenching flesh. God, but the boy was fucking tight... And smelled like a rutting bitch, like he was just begging for it... Looking down the scrawny limbs and bruised skin, Sirius caught sight of Harry's erection, achingly hard even after all he had been through.
“Look at that, you sweet little slut... Did you like that, Harry?” He asked, Harry whimpering against his neck in response. Sirius wrapped strong fingers around the boy's dripping dick, pumping slowly until Harry tensed and cried out, spurting his first cum on Sirius's palm.
Harry moaned as Sirius finally withdrew, his stretched hole sore, thick warm fluid dripping out, and feeling unbearably empty. He couldn't speak, could only gasp for air. Blearily he felt Sirius lay him down, tree roots digging into his back as he looked up at the flushed man. He had a wand in his hand, and was whispering a spell Harry didn't recognize.
Harry thought Sirius's eyes were almost regretful right before everything went dark.

Harry awoke in bed, the windows black from the settled night. He lay there, trying to remember just when he had gone to bed... trying to remember what day it was and what he had done only hours before.
He sat up, and flinched. His body hurt from head to toe. And... he closed his eyes, taking a shaky breath as his thighs moved, revealing an unbearably sore ache between his cheeks, followed quickly by a sick feeling of being dirty. Had he been in an accident?
He reached for his glasses, not only feeling sore, but sticky. The smell of dirt was strong, as if he had breathed in a dust cloud... and peppermint. Shaking his head, Harry decided a shower was in order.
The bathroom mirror revealed bruises and cuts not only on Harry's face and hands, but on his neck, hips, thighs and ass. His hips and ass especially, small round bruises littering like spots. When he touched them his body rocked, as if remembering some motion associated with how they came to be.
He couldn't understand why his mind was so desperately blank whenever he tried to think back to the last day. He had eaten breakfast, Ron had told him off for planning to go to the Forbidden Forest, and... nothing.
Stripping off his underwear, Harry stepped into the shower, and then stopped. He swallowed with difficulty, catching the remains of a once thick, nasty goop on his knee. He followed it up with his hand, the streaks of dried liquid flowing over his inner thighs and... Harry closed his eyes, his finger pushing hesitantly against the aching flesh of his entrance.
He moaned softly, his once tired body springing to life at the simple touch. It was wrong... so dirty inside him... but he had to know. Pressing further in, he could feel the remains of fluid inside. He shuddered, crying out, his body tightening around his fingers. His prick was hard, and he grabbed it, pushing into his hand with slow thrusts.
Whimpering, he let the pressure build, tensing his muscles and feeling the agony of the sore flesh. “Oh god...” he gasped, his orgasm tearing through him with surprise as he pushed down desperately on his fingers, trying to bury them deeper than they could go.
He blinked down at the fluid now running down his stomach and on his hand in front of him. He brought his hand up, staring at the stringy mess, knowing what it was and that it was supposed to be wrong to do what he had just done. It was dirty and bad...
Weakly, he pulled his fingers out of his sore hole, mouth gaping at the feel, eyes fluttering shut for long moments. He brought that hand up as well, staring woefully at the dirty fingers, fluid and black under his fingernail. If the first one had been wrong, this one was far worse, far more bad to do, never mind to want.
That it felt good—god, there was something wrong with him. He was sick, just like the Dursleys had said. He had to be some sort of freak to like something like that.
Harry moaned, quickly washing his hands in the spray, bending his body as his hole ached behind him. God... he wanted to touch it again... wanted to feel something inside him... even though it was so wrong. Gasping under the shower spray, Harry took deep breaths, trying to get himself under control. He tried to convince himself that as long as no one knew just how good he thought it felt, they wouldn't find out just what a fucking freak he really was.
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