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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Other
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Sirius_Black/Remus_Lupin/Harry_Potter, Harry_Potter/Moony
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Sirius_Black, Remus_Lupin
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time, Threesome_-_M/M/M, Bestiality, Werewolf_Sex, Underage_Sex
  Series:
      Part 1 of The_Wolf_Series
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-10-17 Chapters: 4/4 Words: 41923
****** Of Wolf and Man ******
by Maeglin_Yedi
Summary
     Remus is stuck as a wolf, Harry is stuck with a very unusual and
     persistent lover, and Sirius is stuck somewhere in the middle.
     Not compliant with HBP and DH (written and first published in 2003)
Notes
     Pairings: Harry/Moony, Harry/Remus/Sirius, others implied
     Rating: NC-17
     Warnings: Slash, bestiality, AU (The Thing That Did Not Happen in
     OotP)
     Disclaimer: Not mine. Never were. Never will be. JK Rowling gets to
     take them all home after I'm done playing with them.
     Summary: Remus is stuck as a wolf, Harry is stuck with a very unusual
     and persistent lover, and Sirius is stuck somewhere in the middle.
     A/N: Written for the Mortal Moon Harry/Remus Fuh-Q-Fest and answers
     to challenge #112: After a particularly nasty hex, Remus is stuck in
     his wolf form, tame, of course. Harry is the only one that can help
     him. (Possible Harry/Moony?) (Orion)
     Thanks to Gina and Nimori for their support, suggestions and
     comments, and extra great big thanks to Gina for the wonderful (and
     very fast) Beta job.
     Word count: 41984
     First published: December 2003
***** Chapter 1 *****
"Harry, get down!"
Before Harry knew what was happening, a strong hand pushed him to the side, and
he lost his balance. Arms waving, hands clawing fruitlessly, he fell back, and
landed on the stones of Hogsmeade's main street, his head colliding against the
hard surface with a dull thud.
Multi-colored sparks invaded his vision while an acidic pain burned through his
mind and leaked into his spine. He blinked against both the overwhelming light
and the threatening darkness, and rolled over on his side to see Lupin try to
hex three cloaked men. But as his former professor managed to hit one figure in
his chest with a flash of red, he did not notice another figure pointing his
wand at Harry until a silver-blue hex was already on its way.
Harry wanted to warn Lupin while he tried to crawl away, but both his throat
and his limbs refused to cooperate, and he watched the bright flash of light
advance on him as if the world around him was suddenly played in slow-motion.
And then there was a blur of brown in front of him, followed by an inhuman cry.
"No!" Harry shouted, but it was too late.
Lupin sank to his knees, his head thrown back, mouth opened wide, sounds of
fury and pain forcing their way to the surface while his body trembled and
spasmed. It was a sight Harry had seen before, once, at the end of his third
year, and he felt bile rising up from his stomach. Trying to swallow it back,
Harry watched in silence as Lupin morphed into the large gray wolf that was his
form once every month.
But it didn't make any sense, because it was broad daylight and the moon
wouldn't be full for another week. The two men who were still standing backed
away slowly when the wolf turned his massive head towards them. Without any
warning, the beast leaped and knocked both men down, growling and snarling and
tearing and clawing.
Looking away quickly, Harry told himself over and over again that these men
were most certainly Death Eaters and deserved whatever the werewolf was giving
to them. But that didn't stop a soft voice from whispering in the back of his
mind that perhaps no one deserved to be mauled by a violent beast. Swallowing
and glancing up, Harry ignored that voice as he purposefully remembered Cedric,
and how his schoolmate's lifeless body had felt when he had dragged it back
with him to Hogwarts.
Harry fumbled for his wand, not necessarily to stop the wolf from ripping their
assailants apart, but to protect himself and any innocent bystanders from the
beast.
And sure enough, when the two men were nothing more than lifeless bodies torn
to shreds, the wolf turned around, muzzle covered with blood, vibrant red
against the light and dark gray pattern around his nose, and looked at Harry
for a moment before walking towards him.
Sitting up, his head spinning, Harry pointed his wand at the wolf, hand
trembling, and desperately tried to remember if a werewolf could be taken out
with a simple Stunning Spell or if he needed something much stronger than that
to prevent the beast from tearing him apart. But the wolf didn't growl or
pounce, just approached Harry slowly, head lowered, ears flat against his neck,
tail low and wagging gently.
"P-professor Lupin?" Harry asked. Could it be that whatever hex had hit his
former professor had allowed him to keep his human mind? But the wolf did not
respond, and lowered himself to the ground. "Moony?"
Perking his ears up briefly, the wolf rolled onto his back, long legs askew and
pointing in every direction.
"Moony," Harry said again, lowering his wand but not tucking it away just yet.
The wolf got up again and covered the final few steps between Harry and himself
quickly, pressing his cold, wet, bloody nose against Harry's cheek.
Harry grinned and tried to get up, but the moment he did so, the world around
him rocked violently, and he sat back down, letting out a defeated sigh.
"Can you get help, Moony?" he asked, hardly noticing the muttered words around
him from his fellow students who had also made the walk to the wizarding town
on this Hogsmeade weekend. "I don't think I can walk back to Hogwarts just
now."
Moony seemed to consider Harry's question for a moment, looking around the
gathering crowd with his amber, almond-shaped eyes, taking in the students who
where whispering and pointing at the three bodies, two dead and one alive but
stunned. Then he nudged his big head under Harry's chin and pushed his back
against Harry's chest, urging him to do something.
Also giving the crowd a short glance, Harry tried to figure out what Moony
wanted of him, and he pushed against the wolf with gentle hands because Moony
was now almost smothering him with his large, furry body pressing up against
his own scrawny one. When Harry grabbed his rough neck, Moony gave him an
encouraging nudge with his muzzle, and finally Harry understood what Moony was
offering him.
It seemed odd, to haul himself onto the back of a werewolf, or any wolf for
that matter. But Moony was huge, much bigger than any canine Harry had ever
seen, bigger even than Padfoot, and it would be easy for the beast to transport
a sixteen-year-old who was still quite small for his age. So Harry pulled
himself onto Moony's broad back, legs dangling on either side of the wolf, and
wrapped his arms firmly around the wide neck, pressing his face against the
back of Moony's head.
And then they were off, and Moony ran across the streets of Hogsmeade until
they reached the open fields around the small wizarding town, and Harry felt
like he was flying because Moony moved fast and smooth through the summer
breeze.
No, it felt better than flying, because it was warm and safe, and since a very
long time, Harry felt careless and free, the weight of the wizarding world no
longer on his shoulders but left behind somewhere along their way to Hogwarts.
Lupin had always made him feel safe; as a matter of fact, his safety was the
reason Lupin had accompanied him to Hogsmeade in the first place. Harry had
protested, like he protested against every decision the adults made for him,
and had insisted that he wanted to go to Hogsmeade with just Ron and Hermione
and without a bodyguard from the Order.
But looking back at things now, Harry was grateful Lupin had been there and Ron
and Hermione had not, because he didn't want to think what would have happened
if his best friends had been caught in the crossfire of hexes and curses. It
was bad enough that Lupin had been hit with a hex that had been meant for him,
and had been forced to transform. But Harry was sure that Dumbledore would be
able to help Lupin, and he decided just to enjoy being so close to such a
mighty beast for as long as he could.
The grassy fields through which Moony carried him became a green blur around
them as the wolf increased speed even more. Harry wrapped his arms around
Moony's neck tighter and buried his nose in the wolf's coarse fur. It felt
oddly intimate to lie on the wolf's back like that, because Harry couldn't stop
thinking about the fact that this was no ordinary animal, but Professor Lupin.
That didn't mean that the closeness and the warmth didn't feel good, because it
did. And that surprised Harry, because he had never really been physically
intimate with anyone, save for the odd pat on his back from Ron, the rough hugs
from Sirius, and the few kisses he'd shared with Cho. But this felt different,
much better, and Harry closed his eyes, only feeling the muscled body move
beneath him and the summer wind blowing through his hair.
Far too soon for Harry's liking, Moony slowed down, and Harry looked up to see
they were approaching the castle. He tried to sit up just a bit, embarrassed at
the idea of anyone seeing him wrapped around the wolf, or rather, Professor
Lupin.
The day's warmth had drawn many students and professors out of the castle and
into the vicinity of the lake or under the tall trees in the courtyard. Harry
and Moony were met by gasps and pointed fingers, and Harry tried to look as if
it was the most normal thing in the world to catch a ride to the castle on the
back of a werewolf. The last thing he needed was more rumors about him among
the students.
"Mr Potter!" McGonagall screeched, and whipped out her wand with practiced
ease. "Get away from that beast!"
"No!" Harry protested, holding one hand up while the other stayed tightened in
Moony's fur. "This is Professor Lupin. He brought me back. There was an attack-
"
"Potter, you're bleeding. To the infirmary at once!" McGonagall eyed the wolf
warily, but Moony ignored her glances and trotted straight to the open doors of
the castle.
"You might want to send some people to Hogsmeade," Harry called over his
shoulder, meanwhile thinking that perhaps going to the infirmary wasn't such a
bad plan at all, since his mind was still spinning and the back of his head
hurt as if someone was banging a hammer against it at the beat of his heart.
The entrance hall was dark and cool. As if he'd understood McGonagall's order
or was reading Harry's mind, Moony carried Harry straight to the infirmary, for
which Harry was eternally grateful, because now his stomach started protesting
any movement as well.
Moony pushed through the infirmary doors, and Madam Pomfrey, who was sorting
potion bottles, gasped audibly at the sight of the odd pair.
"Mr Potter," she started, but then shut her mouth again, looking at the wolf
with narrowed eyes. "Is that-"
"It's Professor Lupin, yes," Harry interrupted her, impatient now, just wanting
to lie down and sleep until all of the day's events were nothing more than
another bad memory. "There was an attack in Hogsmeade. He got hit with a hex. I
fell and hit my head on the pavement."
Pomfrey seemed to push her anxiety aside in favor of helping her charge, and
stepped up to them, grabbing Harry around his shoulders and helping him towards
one of the beds.
Harry lay down the moment he felt the mattress press against the back of his
knees, and Pomfrey grabbed her wand to perform the necessary diagnosing spells.
Moony stepped up to the other side of the bed, resting his chin on the edge of
the mattress, his keen eyes following Pomfrey's every move.
"A minor concussion. Nothing a few potions and a couple days of bed rest can't
fix." Pomfrey bustled off, and Harry turned his head to look at the wolf beside
his bed.
"Thank you," he whispered, and Moony pushed his nose against Harry's hand.
Smiling, Harry ran his fingers through the wolf's fur, noting that it was
incredibly soft around his ears and coarser down his neck. He kept his eyes
locked with Moony's, amazed at the amount of humanity he saw in them, but also
that definite animalistic gleam that made it very hard to keep reminding
himself that this was in fact Lupin, a man trapped in the body of a wolf.
Harry realized he must have dozed off when a low rumbling sound woke him with a
start. Glancing to his side, he saw Moony glaring at something, sniffing the
air while growling softly. Harry turned his head slowly, still feeling dizzy,
and noticed the headmaster and Snape stepping through the infirmary doors.
"Harry, my boy," Dumbledore greeted as he approached Harry's bed. "How are you
feeling?"
"I'm fine," Harry muttered, clearing his throat, and looking up at Snape, who
had stopped and was glaring at the wolf beside his bed.
"Professor McGonagall told me there'd been an attack. Can you tell me what
happened?" Dumbledore pulled up a chair and sat down next to Harry's bed,
folding his hands in his lap. Moony cast him a quick glance, but was more
interested in keeping his narrowed gaze on Snape.
"Lu --, Professor Lupin and I were attacked by three cloaked men. I fell and
hit my head. Professor Lupin was hit with a hex and transformed into his wolf
form. And, well," Harry looked pointedly at the wolf, "he hasn't been able to
change back, I guess."
Dumbledore ran a hand down his long beard, his lips pursed. "So it was a hex
that forced Remus to transform? As it seems, he has been able to keep at least
some part of his human mind, which is a positive thing, of course. Can you tell
me about the hex that hit him, Harry?"
Harry shrugged. "I didn't hear it, but it was silvery blue. And... um... the
man was trying to hex me. Professor Lupin jumped in front of me at the last
moment."
Snape snorted, and Moony let out a loud growl directed at the Potions master.
Dumbledore ignored both and nodded at Harry. "I will have to look into the type
of hexes that can force a werewolf to transform spontaneously. I'm sure we'll
find a way for Remus to return to his normal self. And for the meantime, I see
no reason to detain him, as he isn't posing a threat to anyone." Dumbledore
looked at Harry over the top of his half-moon spectacles. "Please do keep an
eye on his behavior, and tell me immediately if it changes."
"Headmaster, Iif I may," Snape said with a certain amount of malice in his
voice. "I believe you are forgetting the two bodies in Hogsmeade. Obviously,
this beast does pose a threat to his surroundings, and I suggest we-"
"Ah, Severus," Dumbledore interrupted, smiling up at Snape. "But Remus was
merely protecting Harry. Hardly something we should punish him for, don't you
agree?"
Snape nodded sourly at the headmaster, and the moment Dumbledore looked away,
he sneered down at Harry. Moony let out another growl, scooting closer to the
bed and pushing his nose against Harry's hand. Mindlessly, Harry started
petting him.
"Albus," Pomfrey said as she stepped up to Harry's bed and handed him three
vials. "Drink these, Mr Potter." She turned to the headmaster. "While Remus has
indeed behaved courteously, I cannot allow him to stay in my infirmary. It's
not hygienic, and he will scare any other patients out of their-"
The infirmary doors burst open, and a large dog ran in. When he was halfway to
Harry's bed, the dog transformed, and Sirius brushed past Snape.
Harry!" Sirius briefly looked at Dumbledore, and ran a hand down the side of
Harry's face. "What in Merlin's name happened? I thought you-" Sirius fell
silent as he spotted the wolf. "Moony?"
"Sirius." Dumbledore nodded, his expression grave. Harry listened to the
headmaster's re-telling of what had happened to him and Lupin, meanwhile
unscrewing the vials, sniffing their contents before swallowing them down. As
usual, the potions tasted vile, and Harry was sure that for a moment there, he
spotted a rather satisfied smirk on Snape's face.
"But you will be able to reverse the consequences of that hex, won't you?"
Sirius asked, his voice uncharacteristically tight and constricted.
"I'm sure I will be," Dumbledore assured him. "But it might take a few weeks,
since the hex that hit Remus had to have been complicated and powerful Dark
Magic to invoke such a strong reaction."
Sirius ran both his hands over his face and let out a tired sigh. Harry was a
bit surprised to see such an intense response from his godfather, but then he
realized that it wasn't that odd at all. Sirius had, after all, lost so many
people in his life, one way or another, and he was probably worried that he
might lose Lupin, as well. Harry glanced at the wolf again. Truth be told,
Harry didn't want to lose Lupin either, since Lupin was one of the few
constants in his turbulent life.
"It was unwise to come here, Sirius," Dumbledore said, and Harry knew exactly
what the headmaster was implying with those words. Sirius had, after all,
almost got himself killed the last time he'd rushed off to be with Harry at the
end of Harry's fifth year. "However, you will be able to help us by taking
Remus home with you."
Sirius nodded and stepped around the bed. Moony let him, but kept his eyes
fixed on Harry.
"Come on, Moony. Let's go home."
Moony stayed right where he was, as if he hadn't even heard Sirius' suggestion.
Narrowing his eyes, Sirius reached for the wolf and wanted to grab his neck,
but Moony shot him a murderous glare, raising his lips and flashing his sharp
teeth. Sirius quickly withdrew his hand.
"Well, this isn't working," Sirius sighed, and transformed into Padfoot. The
moment the large dog appeared, Moony finally looked away from Harry and started
wagging his raised tail fervently. Padfoot pushed his shoulder against Moony's
as both an invitation to play and a plea to come with him, and Moony seemed
tempted. But then the wolf let out a soft whine, lowered his tail, and went
back to staring at Harry.
Padfoot transformed back to Sirius, who gave Dumbledore a hopeless look. The
headmaster smiled one of those smiles that told all the other occupants of the
room that he knew something they didn't, and looked from Sirius to Harry.
"It seems Moony wishes to stay with Harry."
When Pomfrey started to protest, Dumbledore raised his withered hand. "I agree
that an infirmary is no place for a werewolf, however tame he might be. So it
seems that Harry will be leaving school a few days early this year."
This time Snape started to protest, and Dumbledore raised his hand again. "I
know it is not customary to let students off early, Severus, but I believe this
specific case requires we make an exception. Harry, you'll be leaving for
twelve Grimmauld Place with your godfather and Professor Lupin."
Harry couldn't hold back a very wide grin. He'd already known for the entire
year that he would be spending his summer holiday with Sirius, since things had
gone rather bad at the Dursleys during the previous summer. Uncle Vernon had
been more interested in the money an anonymous Death Eater had offered him for
luring Harry out of the house than in his nephew's safety. Luckily, Harry had
suspected something was wrong, because his uncle was being awfully nice all of
a sudden, and that went against every law of nature Harry knew. So he'd escaped
the Death Eater attack unscathed and had spent the last two weeks of his
holiday at twelve Grimmauld Place.
And now he would be returning there early, which meant he would have a few days
to spend with Sirius alone, without half the Weasley family interfering with
their lives. Harry was very fond of the Weasleys, and he did think of them as a
surrogate family, but Sirius was his real family. The only real family he had
left.
Sirius returned his grin, and Moony let out an approving yip. Harry petted the
wolf again, running his fingers up and down the soft ears.
"I'm sure Mr Weasley won't mind packing your things for you, Harry. I'll create
a portkey, so you three can leave at once."
"But isn't it impossible to portkey from Hogwarts directly?" Harry asked,
wondering if it was a good thing or not that he could practically hear Hermione
tell him she had read that in Hogwarts, A History.
"You are correct, my boy. People can't portkey from or to Hogwarts. Unless I
allow them to do so." Dumbledore reached for a discarded copy of The Daily
Prophet, and pointed his wand at it, muttering a string of spells.
While keeping a careful eye on Moony, Sirius reached for Harry and lifted him
in his arms. Harry wanted to protest, because even though it did feel kind of
nice being lifted and carried like that, Harry really felt quite embarrassed
about it. But Sirius gave him one of those looks that said: 'You can protest
all you want, but I'm much more stubborn than you are, so this is going to
happen anyway, like it or not.'
Dumbledore handed Sirius the newspaper, and Harry put his hand on it. Moony
didn't need any instructions, and put his paw on the portkey as well, which did
convince Harry that Lupin really had been able to keep at least part of his
human mind.
"I'll start researching right away, and I'll fire-call when I find something
useful," Dumbledore said as he got up and stood beside Snape. "I'm sure Severus
won't mind assisting me."
Snape rolled his eyes. "Of course not. I'd be delighted to spend my free time
researching Dark Magic for a Gryffindor who was foolish enough to step in front
of an unknown hex."
Harry felt Sirius' arms tighten around him while Moony growled, and then he
felt the familiar pull of the portkey, and his mind swayed and rocked until he
found himself in the kitchen of twelve Grimmauld Place with Sirius and Moony by
his side.
"Let's get you to bed," Sirius said, and walked Harry up the stairs. Harry
again wanted to protest, but an urgent yawn interfered with his attempt, and he
resigned himself to his fate, telling himself that he really wasn't that tired
but that it must have been something in those potions he took.
When they entered the bedroom – his bedroom – Harry was pleasantly surprised.
Sirius had obviously put some work in making it his bedroom. There were
Quidditch posters on the walls, a small desk in the corner with a chess set on
it, shelves filled with books he might like to read, and a Gryffindor quilt
draped across the large bed.
"You like it?" Sirius asked as he sat Harry down on the bed and pulled the
covers back.
Harry looked around and smiled. "Yeah. It's brilliant." He shed his robes and
peeled off his socks, and slipped under the covers, trying not to blush or roll
his eyes when Sirius tucked him in.
Sirius pulled his glasses off gently and put them on the nightstand. "Get some
sleep. I'm going to check on Buckbeak, and then I'll be downstairs. If you need
something, just give a yell."
"Okay. Thanks."
Moony, who had followed them upstairs, stood in the middle of the room and made
no attempt to leave it.
"Come on, Moony," Sirius said from the doorway. "I bet you'll want to raise
your leg in the garden. And I've got bacon in the kitchen."
Looking from Harry to Sirius, Moony whined, but followed Sirius out of the room
anyway.
When the door closed, Harry let out a sigh and snuggled deeper under the
covers. He didn't think he'd ever felt quite so at home before, despite the
house's gloomy atmosphere. Staying at the Burrow came close, but staying here
for a whole summer with Sirius and Moony – well, Moony for the time being –
made him feel welcome and appreciated and safe. Those were unfamiliar feelings
and Harry cherished them, smiling as he felt his insides warm.
As he relaxed, Harry knew he had to clear his mind as well. The link between
Voldemort and himself was still there, and Harry had picked up his Occlumency
lessons again at the start of this year. Both Snape and Dumbledore had spent
many hours teaching him, and Harry had become quite good at it. And it had been
Snape who had given him the idea of how he could clear his mind before going to
sleep.
That had been one of the most embarrassing moments of his life, when he had
complained to Snape that he didn't know how he could relax enough to clear his
mind completely. Snape had raised his eyebrow and said: "You're sixteen years
old, Potter. Surely you can think of a thing or two to do with your hands that
will relax you before going to sleep."
Harry had, of course, blushed furiously, but had taken the advice anyway. So
ever since then, he stroked himself to orgasm in his bed before going to sleep.
And his prick was already half-hard, anticipating the evening routine.
Slipping his hands under the covers, Harry pushed his Y-fronts down just far
enough to expose his cock. Closing his eyes, he curled his fingers around the
hardening flesh and started fisting it slowly, building the pleasure so he
could concentrate on that and only that, so that by the time he reached his
climax, his mind would be empty and he'd fall into a dreamless sleep.
He ran his thumb across the head of his prick, teasing the slick slit, and
fisted a bit harder, his other hand cupping his sac and kneading it softly. He
felt the tension growing in his testicles, and bit his lip to stiffen a moan
while he-
A loud, sharp sound interrupted Harry's private moment, and he quickly let go
of his cock while he glanced at the door. Harry knew Sirius wouldn't just barge
into his room, since he'd already done that once last year while Harry'd been
wanking, and Sirius had promised him that he'd knock from that moment on. And
his godfather hadn't broken his promise since then, nor did Harry think he ever
would.
The sound continued, and Harry realized that something or someone was
scratching against his bedroom door. And Harry had a pretty good idea who
wanted to enter.
The scratching continued and Harry sighed in frustration, his cock still hard
and throbbing. But there was no way he could continue while a werewolf was
trying to get inside in such a loud manner.
Finally, the scratching stopped, and Harry figured Moony had give up at last,
until a deep howl penetrated the silence.
Harry pulled the covers over his head, and almost didn't hear Sirius' telltale
knock, a soft drum like a couple of heartbeats. Then the door swung open, and
Moony dashed inside, followed by Sirius who was carrying several blankets.
"Bloody wolf wouldn't stop pestering me," he complained in mock annoyance while
he created a makeshift bed on the floor near Harry's bed. "So I guess you'll
have to bunk with Moony."
"Um... okay." Harry watched in amusement as Moony settled down on his new bed,
resting his head on his front paws.
"Sleep well." Sirius pulled the bedroom door closed behind him, and Harry was
left alone with his new roommate.
Moony seemed content with just lying on his pile of blankets, and Harry
wondered if he should wank with the werewolf in the room. This was Professor
Lupin after all. Not some random pet who wouldn't have a clue what he was doing
under the covers.
But Harry really wanted to pleasure himself, since it was the only way he could
clear his mind enough not to be plagued by nightmares or give Voldemort a
chance to invade his mind.
While the minutes ticked by, Harry noticed Moony's eyes fall shut and his
breathing even until the werewolf seemed fast asleep. As quietly as possible,
Harry wrapped his fingers around his cock again and continued with his evening
ritual. He was used to being silent, since he usually pleasured himself in a
room he shared with four other boys, so he didn't think Moony would even
notice.
Closing his eyes again, Harry concentrated on the feeling of his hand around
his cock and the pleasure building in his sac. He held back his moans,
breathing heavily through his nose, and bucked his hips up when his orgasm drew
near. Then his legs jerked and he bit his lip as he spurted his release across
his hand onto his belly.
Harry gave his sensitive prick a few last strokes, and dropped his arms beside
his body, enjoying the tingling feeling of an orgasm that had just been
completed. But as he waited for sleep to claim his relaxed mind, Harry got the
odd feeling that someone was watching him.
Cracking one eye open, Harry gasped. Beside his bed stood Moony, head tilted to
the side, amber eyes fixed on him, tail high and wagging furiously.
"Um..." said Harry, not sure if he should say anything at all or just pretend
he didn't just wank while his former professor in disguise had obviously been
watching him.
But before Harry could make a decision about how to act, Moony pushed his head
under the covers, and then there was something warm and wet stroking across his
softening prick.
"Oh god," Harry gasped, because while he knew this wasn't right, it didn't feel
at all wrong. Moony swept his tongue across Harry's belly, lapping up Harry's
release, cold nose tickling the soft skin between his thighs and sac.
Harry spasmed, hands reaching down to push Moony's head away, but only managing
to curl around the soft ears. "Moo -- Professor Lu -- holy... I don't... gods."
Moony continued his ministrations at a leisurely pace, his slick, agile tongue
running across Harry's balls and prick, until the latter gave an interested
twitch. And then Moony pulled back, licking his lips as if he'd just tasted a
five-star meal, and Harry didn't know if he should feel relieved or
disappointed that the rather nice feeling of a tongue on his privates had
stopped.
While Harry tried to catch his breath, Moony walked back to his bed of
blankets, turned around a few times, and lay down.
Harry blinked. He wasn't sure what to think or how to react now that Professor
Lupin, or Moony, had touched him there with his tongue. And had licked up his
come. And had spent an awful lot of time cleaning his cock and sac. Harry
stared up at the ceiling for a long time until sleep finally claimed him.
                                   *~*~*~*~*
Sirius woke him the next day with breakfast in bed, and kept him company
throughout the morning. They played chess, and Harry even managed to beat
Sirius. Once. Sirius won the other four rounds. Harry filled Sirius in on
everything that had happened during the last school year. He talked about his
friends mostly; how Ron had hooked up with Luna, how Hermione had become even
more engrossed in her studies, how Ginny was developing into quite a
heartthrob, and how he had got closer to Neville, who had become a very good
friend to both Ron and himself.
In his turn, Sirius told him about some of the things the Order had been doing;
how Kingsley still had the Ministry convinced that he was hiding somewhere in
Tibet, how Remus had been studying ancient spells to see if they perhaps could
break the link between Voldemort and Harry without endangering the latter, and
how Sirius had made himself useful by assisting Remus in his research.
All the while, Moony watched them from his bed, perking his ears up
occasionally. Harry started to believe that their odd encounter the previous
night had only been a dream. He had just fallen asleep right after he'd come,
and then his concussion had caused him to have that very weird dream.
Sirius fixed the three of them lunch, and after they finished it, Harry felt
tired again, and he didn't even think about protesting when Sirius tucked him
in.
"I'll wake you for supper," Sirius said, giving him a warm smile before closing
the door.
The moment Sirius was gone, Moony got up and stepped up to Harry's bed, giving
him an expectant look. Harry looked back at the wolf, frowning, and gave him an
insecure smile.
"What is it you want, Moony?"
Moony answered by pushing his nose under the covers and shoving them aside just
a bit.
Harry felt his heartbeat in his throat, because surely Moony couldn't be
referring to his dream which might not have been a dream after all. The idea
that Moony wanted to do more of whatever they had done the previous night was
ridiculous and very wrong and so bloody arousing that Harry's prick hardened
instantly.
Harry knew he shouldn't be doing it, since this was Professor Lupin. But
really, would it be so bad to do these kind of things with Professor Lupin?
Harry had fantasized about boys and men before, so that wasn't the problem.
What might be the problem was that Professor Lupin wasn't exactly himself at
that moment.
But that knowledge didn't stop Harry from pushing the covers down, curious and
horny and ashamed all at once. He watched Moony look pointedly at his stretched
Y-fronts, and ever so slowly, Harry hooked his thumbs behind the elastic
waistband and pulled them down. His mouth open, Harry breathed heavily and
reached for his hard prick, giving it an experimental stroke, anxious to see if
this was what Moony meant.
Letting out a growl, which made Harry want to cover himself up because he had
seen those teeth when Moony had flashed them at Sirius the previous day, Moony
jumped up on the bed. But Harry's cock gave an enthusiastic twitch, and Harry
bit his lip, almost afraid to see what that incredible beast was going to do to
him.
And then that brilliant tongue, hot and slick and just a little rough, was
swiping across his cock, and Harry dropped his hands to his sides, his hips
bucking up involuntarily. Moony licked his cock ruthlessly, from the root to
the shining head and back, curling around the base and pushing against the
slit, until Harry thought he was going to explode. And it was nothing short of
an explosion when he came, his hands clenching in Moony's fur, his hips moving
upwards, desperate for more contact with Moony's magic tongue.
"Oh god... yes... yes... Moony," Harry moaned, eyes rolled back, nostrils
flaring, his entire body shivering and jerking, and Moony just wouldn't stop
licking his cock which only prolonged his orgasm until Harry was sure he would
melt into the mattress. Groaning contently, Moony lapped up Harry's seed,
cleaning his cock and balls and the entire area of curly hairs and soft skin
around it.
Letting out a strangled groan, Harry blinked against the multi-colored flashes
that teased his vision, and gave Moony a half-smile. "That was... fucking
brilliant."
Moony lay down beside him, and Harry ran his fingers through Moony's fur,
trying to see something of the man he knew was stuck inside the wolf. "I know
you're in there, Professor," he whispered. "And I... um... know that this maybe
wasn't the correct thing to do. But I did really like it."
Harry kept stroking the wolf, and for a while Moony seemed content, until he
let out a frustrated whine. Harry pulled his hand back quickly and sat up.
Moony whined again and was rubbing his body against the mattress. Frowning,
Harry carefully touched Moony's back, which resulted in an even louder whine.
"What's wrong? Are you in pain?"
Growling, Moony rolled over on his back, and Harry immediately spotted the
problem. "Ah. That kind of pain."
Harry had never seen a canine's erection before, and he hadn't really known
what it would look like. But there was no doubt about it. Moony was aroused.
Very aroused. The furry base of the wolf's cock looked rock-hard, and the long
end was slick and shining and angry dark pink. It looked vibrant against the
light hairs of Moony's belly. The tip was pointed and leaked little clear
drops.
"So, you want to... um... I guess that would only be fair, wouldn't it?" Harry
had no idea what he was saying, because all he could do was stare at Moony's
erection. There was an invisible line between him and the wolf's cock, one
Harry hadn't crossed before, or so he told himself, because everything that had
happened up until now could easily be explained as innocent play that had got a
little out of hand.
But doing this would mean that it went beyond innocent play, and became
straight out sex. Harry was about to have sex. With his former professor. Who
was a wolf. It wasn't exactly how he had pictured his first sexual encounter,
but then again, did anything ever happen normally for him? His whole life had
been filled with abnormalities, so he supposed this wasn't as unexpected or
wrong as some might think.
Harry reached for Moony's cock, his hand trembling, and he ran his fingers up
and down the length, from the furry base to the slick tip. Moony groaned, and
his hind legs fell to the side while the wolf bared his throat and buried his
nose in the pillow. Licking his lips, Harry took hold of Moony's prick and
started stroking the hard flesh. It felt weird, since Harry had only ever
stroked himself, and this particular cock was shaped very differently than his
own. But Moony's low, throaty moans told Harry that he was doing okay, so he
tightened his fingers a bit more and stroked faster.
Moony was panting now, his mouth opened, long tongue lolling to the side,
white, sharp teeth glistening. Harry kept his eyes on the wolf's cock and
watched in fascination as his own hand worked it. He was wanking someone else,
and that idea hardened his own prick again. Shifting on the bed and spreading
his legs, Harry glanced at the door briefly. But he heard no sounds coming from
the hallway and assumed Sirius was downstairs. Somehow Harry thought that if
Sirius caught him now, he wouldn't be let off with a short 'Don't worry, Harry,
it's perfectly normal and we all do it' speech.
Slowing his ministrations on Moony's prick just a bit, Harry curled his other
hand around his own cock, and started stroking both simultaneously. Moony was
watching him with narrowed amber eyes, and Harry looked back, half-opened mouth
curling up in a grin, inhaling sharply when he increased the pace on his still
sensitive prick. Harry spread his legs more and looked down, watching one hand
fisting his own hard, throbbing cock, and the other one stroking Moony's eager
prick, and it had to be the most arousing thing he'd ever seen.
Biting back his moans and hoping to gods Moony wouldn't burst out in some sort
of orgasmic howling, Harry concentrated on the tingling feeling in his balls
which increased with every hard stroke until it erupted through his cock and he
shot his seed all over the mattress. Moony was licking his calf, and it
tickled, but not unpleasantly so, and Harry fondled his sac while he started
stroking Moony's prick faster, his wrist aching and his fingers feeling stiff.
And then Moony groaned, his hind legs kicking in the air, and the wolf came,
covering Harry's hand and his own belly in spurts of dark, creamy release, much
more than Harry thought someone could ever produce.
Catching his breath, Harry had the odd urge to rub their softening cocks
against each other, mixing his own seed with the wolf's, but that would be a
very wrong thing to do, he realized. He let go of Moony's prick and watched it
soften while Moony took a few deep breaths. Then the wolf curled his body and
tucked his head between his legs and cleaned himself expertly, before lapping
up Harry's release from the mattress and licking Harry's cock clean.
Harry let him and leaned back on his hands, watching through hooded eyes as the
wolf's tongue touched his cock over and over again. And then it was over, and
Moony pushed his cold nose against Harry's cheek once, and jumped off the bed
to lie on his own pile of blankets.
Watching him go with a hint of disappointment, Harry lay back down and pulled
the covers over himself. He didn't think he'd ever felt this sated before, but
he couldn't help thinking that it might feel even better if he had someone to
snuggle up to in the afterglow of his first real shared sexual experience. But
he wasn't complaining because it had been brilliant, and they probably
shouldn't do it again, even though Harry hoped with all his heart that they
would.
                                   *~*~*~*~*
Harry woke up to the smell of fish and chips, and while that scent reminded him
of the Dursleys -- it had been one of Dudley's favorite dishes -- Harry didn't
feel any of the loneliness or neglect he normally associated with his muggle
family, because he knew he never had to return there again. Stretching, he
smiled up at Sirius, who stepped inside his room, holding a large tray with
three plates on it, filled with greasy chips and even greasier fish. Harry
could feel his stomach rumble in appreciation.
While Sirius sat the tray down on the nightstand, Moony got up and trotted
towards Sirius, rubbing his large head against Sirius' hip, licking his lips
and whining softly.
"Patience, Moony," Sirius scolded, trying to push the wolf away playfully. He
handed Harry a plate, put a plate down on the floor for Moony, and flopped down
on the bed beside Harry, stretching his long legs, rubbing his bare feet
against the Gryffindor quilt.
Leaning back against the headboard, Harry and Sirius ate their meal in
companionable silence, occasionally interrupted by the rather uncivil sounds
Moony was making while he chomped down his food. Harry couldn't really explain
it, but it was brilliant just sitting there with Sirius, eating greasy food
with their fingers. It wasn't until Moony had finished his plate and came
begging for more at Harry's side of the bed, that Harry remembered what they
had done earlier that day.
It seemed so surreal now, that he had let Moony lick his prick, and had wanked
the both of them. Harry knew he probably shouldn't have done it, shouldn't have
allowed himself to be carried away by his body's favorable responses, shouldn't
have given into an urge he knew so many other people could control without any
problems. But it had felt so bloody good. So unlike anything Harry had ever
felt before.
So he didn't exactly regret it. But the whole situation did confuse him. Why
did sex have to be so confusing? While he hadn't had any experience himself
before his time with Moony earlier, Harry had heard his roommates complain
about it often enough. It seemed that it had been the only thing on his
roommates' minds. Even Neville had whined that the fifth-year Gryffindor girl
he was dating didn't want to do anything other than kiss him.
And Harry had wanted to do all those things his friends were doing with their
girlfriends. But he hadn't, even though he'd had plenty of opportunities; girls
from most houses had asked him out on dates, but he had always politely
refused.
But why?
He couldn't really answer that question. Was he perhaps more interested in
boys? The idea of touching someone else's cock had been very arousing, even if
it had been the prick of a werewolf.
Harry looked at Sirius, who had set his empty plate aside and was doing the
crossword in The Daily Prophet, his long, black hair obscuring his face. When
Sirius had walked in on him masturbating last year, his godfather had told him
that if he ever wanted to talk about things like that, Harry could always come
to him.
And Harry realized he did want to talk about it. Very much so.
Taking a deep breath, Harry pushed the typical teenage feelings of
embarrassment and shame aside, and cleared his throat.
"Sirius?"
"Hmm?"
"Can I talk to you for a moment? About... um... stuff."
Lowering his newspaper, Sirius swept his hair out of his face and gave Harry an
amused smile. "Stuff?"
Harry felt his cheeks flush, and inwardly cursed himself for it. "Yeah, you
know." He made a vague gesture with his hand. "Stuff."
Turning to look at Harry, Sirius was obviously trying not to laugh. "Stuff as
in sex, perhaps?"
"Um... yeah."
"Ah. Okay." Sirius took a deep breath and licked his lips, clasping his hands
almost solemnly in his lap. "Did you have sex?"
Harry shot his gaze up and widened his eyes. "Oh, no. It's just that... I think
about it."
"You think about it."
"Yeah. Quite a bit actually."
Sirius chuckled, and pushed his shoulder against Harry's gently. "And do you
think about anyone in particular when thinking about sex?"
Harry frowned, running his fingers up and down the quilt's hem. Did he think
about anyone in particular? He wasn't really sure. He'd fantasized about
Seamus' prick a few times, since Seamus was well-endowed and had no problems
with walking around their bedroom starkers. And he had thought about all the
naked women he'd seen in that magazine Dean had showed them a couple of months
ago.
So it was more like he thought about certain body parts, rather than certain
people. He looked up at Sirius, and shook his head. "No, not really."
Sirius raised his eyebrows. "What? There isn't a certain witch you fancy?"
Wrinkling his nose, Harry shrugged and avoided looking at Moony, even though
the wolf was still standing at his side of the bed, patiently waiting for Harry
to give him attention.
"So, is there perhaps a certain wizard that you like?"
Harry stilled his fingers, which had been fidgeting with the quilt constantly,
and gave Sirius a searching look. Should he tell his godfather about what he
had done with Moony? Because technically, Moony was a wizard by the name of
Remus Lupin, and Harry had done more with him than just think about certain
parts of his body whilst masturbating. But even though he was loath to admit
it, Harry was scared. What if Sirius got angry with him? What if Sirius told
him he was a freak? What if Sirius kicked him out?
No. As far as Harry was concerned, whatever happened between him and Moony
would be their secret. So he shrugged again, and continued fumbling with the
fabric in his hands.
"I haven't thought about a wizard," he whispered. "But I have thought about...
um... certain parts." He waved a hand over his own crotch, and Sirius burst out
in laughter, which both humiliated and amused Harry, and he felt the need to
explain himself further. "I mean, I like tits and all. It's just that... I like
those parts as well, you know?"
Clearing his throat, Sirius hiccuped while catching his breath. "Yeah, I know."
And then Sirius gave his godson a smile that told Harry that he *did* know, and
it warmed Harry's insides and it tingled all the way to his groin. Harry found
himself enthralled with that smile, because it was gentle and so unlike the
Sirius he knew, who was never really gentle. Kind and friendly, sure, but
gentle, no. And he noticed the slightly cracked bottom lip, and the dark
stubble casting a shadow just above the upper lip, and Harry wondered if those
tiny hairs would tickle the tips of his fingers if he would touch it.
It occurred to Harry that he didn't know Sirius at all when it came to private
things like that. He didn't know if Sirius had been seeing anyone when he was
younger. He didn't know if Sirius had been involved with someone at the time he
was shipped off to Azkaban. And he didn't know if Sirius liked men or women or
both. Well, not until now. Because Sirius had just more or less confessed that
he at least knew about men that way. And Harry couldn't help but wonder what
Sirius might have done with other men. And what Sirius would look like without
his clothes on. And what sounds Sirius would make if someone --
"It's okay to like both flavors, Harry," Sirius said, and Harry inwardly shook
himself. What was he thinking? He didn't want to think about Sirius in any of
those ways, since Sirius was his family. He might not be the perfect father
figure, but he was some sort of family Harry had never had. A brother, perhaps,
or an uncle. Whatever he was, Harry knew he shouldn't cross that invisible line
between them. It was already bad enough he had done so with Lupin. Or Moony.
Harry nodded and bit his lip. He felt hot, as if someone had turned the heat on
at a tropical temperature, and he felt nervous, even though he knew he could
trust Sirius, and that Sirius would never hurt him.
"So you haven't done anything yet? Why not?" Sirius looked him up and down.
"Surely one or two of your classmates would be willing to share a bit of
private time with you in the Astronomy Tower."
Harry snorted. "They would only want to do that so they can brag about having
done that with Harry Potter later. They wouldn't want to do it because of who I
really am."
Sirius blinked, and Harry blinked as well, feeling as surprised about his
statement as Sirius was. But that was it, wasn't it? That was why he had
rejected all those girls this past year, even though he didn't realize it at
the time. Harry looked at Moony, still standing faithfully beside his bed. And
that was also why he had given into Moony so easily. Because he trusted Lupin.
Always had since his third year, when Lupin had helped him with his Patronus,
and had talked to him like he was his own person, not the savior of the
wizarding world.
And Moony had saved him that previous day. Had made him feel safe. So it now
made perfect sense to Harry that he hadn't been able to resist whatever Moony
had offered him.
"You know, Harry," Sirius said, his voice soft and just a bit hoarse. "It's
normal to want to have sex at your age. Well, to be honest, that urge never
really goes away." Sirius grinned, and Harry giggled. "And I understand it must
be hard in your case, with people just seeing your scar and not looking beyond
that. But just a bit of advice. Try to save that moment until you can share it
with someone who truly means something to you."
Harry had the sudden urge to hug Sirius tight and not let him go for a long
time, but he resisted, and instead drew his knees up to his body, wrapping his
arms around his legs.
"How... how old were you when you... um... did it for the first time?" He
glanced up at Sirius, not really wanting to look in his eyes, but not able to
look away either.
"I was fifteen."
"Oh. And was it... special? I mean, did you do it with someone special?"
Sirius smiled, but it wasn't gentle and warm like before. It was sad and filled
with pain and regret. "Oh yeah. It was special. It was Remus."
Harry gasped, and didn't know if he should run from the room or hide under the
blankets or confess everything to Sirius now or ask someone to obliviate him or
beg Sirius to tell him every detail of how Lupin looked and sounded while he
had sex.
Sirius was looking at him oddly, and put his hand on Harry's shoulder. Harry
tried very hard not to flinch.
"We meant to tell you this summer. But things didn't go quite as we expected."
Sirius nodded in Moony's direction.
"You and Professor Lupin? You're together? You've been together since you were
fifteen?" Harry's throat felt too dry to continue talking so he just stared at
Sirius with wide eyes.
"Call him Remus. He's not your professor anymore. Hasn't been for a while."
Harry nodded, and couldn't help but saying that name to himself in the privacy
of his own mind. Remus. Oh Merlin, he had done things with his godfather's
lover. Breathing was suddenly very hard, and Harry felt grateful that Sirius
didn't need any further encouragement to explain things because Harry was sure
he couldn't get his vocal chords to work right now.
"Remus and I became good mates right from our start at Hogwarts, and as we got
older, we started frolicking around with each other. And it did become more
serious at one point, until I bollixed it all up."
Running his hands across his face, Sirius took a shaky breath. "The bloody
Shack incident. I was lucky Remus ever forgave me for that, but we never got
back together. After we finished school, we were too busy with other things to
try to make something work between us. Those were dark times, Harry. Voldemort
was becoming more powerful each day, and we knew there was a traitor among us,
and I started suspecting Remus, and Remus started suspecting me, and then the
whole bloody thing blew up, and I went to Azkaban, and Remus was left behind."
Without even noticing it, Harry had scooted closer to Sirius, and was resting
his cheek on his godfather's shoulder, listening to everything with his mouth
slightly opened.
"And when I escaped, we weren't the same men that we used to be. Remus grew up.
I survived. It was awkward, to say the least. But we became friends again. And
then last year, just a bit after the summer, we became more than that."
Harry wished Sirius would keep talking, but his godfather fell silent and
stared down at his lap, not really acknowledging Harry's face pressed to his
shoulder. Licking his lips, Harry tried to say something, anything to break the
silence that allowed his own mind to break down slowly now that he knew that
Sirius and Remus were lovers and that whatever he and Moony had done was wrong
for that reason alone. But he couldn't get his vocal chords to vibrate long
enough to produce a single sound, so he swallowed instead, and glanced at
Moony.
Why in Merlin's name had Remus or Moony done those things to him when he was in
a relationship with Sirius? Harry hadn't known, but Remus had, and still the
wolf had initiated what had happened between them.
"I'm sorry," Harry croaked at last, not sure if he was apologizing for what he
had done with Moony, or if he just wanted Sirius to know he felt sorry for what
had happened to him. "It must be hard for you to see Prof -- Remus like that."
Sirius sighed and rested his head against the headboard, looking up at the dark
ceiling. "I suppose it is what Remus must have felt when he first saw me again
after I escaped from Azkaban. Someone who looks familiar, but who is nothing
like you remember him."
"Huh?" Harry uttered, not at all sure what Sirius was trying to tell him.
Glancing at Harry, Sirius put his hand on Harry's knee and gave it a soft
squeeze. "That's not Remus. That's Moony. Remus is in there, but Moony is more
animal than man."
Harry dared not wonder if that should make him feel better or worse about what
had happened. It might mean he had not done anything with his godfather's lover
after all. It might also mean that he had done things with a real animal of
sorts.
"I'm sure Dumbledore will find the counter-spell soon," he whispered, even
though part of his mind was hoping the headmaster wouldn't, so he still had
time to be with Moony before he would transform back into his godfather's
lover. Harry knew he shouldn't want to spend that kind of time with the wolf.
But his body disagreed.
"Yeah. I'm sure he will." Sirius finally managed a heartfelt smile again. "It's
just... I wanted things to be perfect when you got here."
"I think it's perfect," Harry said, and meant it. He looked from Sirius' blue
eyes to the hand still resting on his knee and it all just seemed to fit.
"Get some rest. I don't want Pomfrey after me for keeping you up too long."
Sirius ran his hand down Harry's shin and got up, collecting the empty plates
and piling them onto the tray. "I'll check up on you when I go to bed."
And before Harry had a chance to say anything, Sirius left, closing the door
softly behind him.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Harry stared at the closed door for a long time, not quite able to look at
Moony yet and wanting to make sure Sirius was really gone. But he could hear
the wolf breathe beside him, could feel that amber gaze on him, and it tickled
his skin and hardened his cock, because he knew now what it felt like to do
those things, and as much as he tried not to want it, he did want to do it
again.
Swallowing away the tiny bit of hesitance he still felt, Harry looked at Moony
at last. "We need to talk."
But Moony didn't seem in the mood for talking. He jumped on the bed, burying
his head under the covers and pushing them aside so he could press his nose
against Harry's crotch.
"Wait, wait," Harry gasped, and reached for the wolf's head, pulling it towards
him so he could look Moony in his eyes. "I want to do this. But, I want to do
this with you, Moony. Prof -- Remus, I know you are in there. I don't want to
hurt Sirius or you, so I'm not doing this with you. Just Moony. I know it must
sound- "
Moony shut him up by licking his mouth, and Harry took that as consent, and
clung to it so he wouldn't have to think about Sirius and Remus and that he was
betraying them both. Harry let go of Moony and wriggled out of his Y-fronts,
kicking them off so he was completely naked. Moony licked his mouth again, and
then used his tongue to trace a damp path down Harry's body straight to his
pulsing erection.
Panting in anticipation, Harry lay down on the bed, his legs spread to give
Moony all the access he wanted, and he pushed his hips up, eager for more
contact with that agile tongue. But Moony didn't stroke his tongue down Harry's
cock brutally as he had done before. Instead he pushed the tip against Harry's
slick slit over and over again, as if he wanted to lap any drop of pre-come
that leaked from Harry's prick up immediately, and then wriggled the tip under
Harry's foreskin, sliding it across the soft skin just below the head of
Harry's cock.
Clawing at the sheets, Harry couldn't hold back a deep groan or stop his hips
from bucking up. His cock was still a bit sensitive from their earlier
exploits, and that made Moony's precise ministrations almost painful. Almost,
but not quite, because Harry didn't think he'd ever felt anything this intense
before. All that focus on such receptive parts of his cock made him want to
scream and beg and curse, and he tried so hard to stay silent, biting his lips
and tongue and clenching his jaw.
"Please," he whimpered, but Moony kept circling the head of his prick, pushing
against the slit every so often, and Harry was sure his heart would stop and
his balls would implode if Moony wouldn't give him more anytime soon. "Please,
Moony. Gods... feels so good... too good... more... give me more."
And then finally, Moony's nimble tongue licked down the entire length of
Harry's receptive cock and swirled around his tight sac once. Harry spread his
legs further and drew his knees up, exposing his cock and his balls as best as
he could. "More," he panted, even though he didn't know exactly what he wanted
Moony to do besides keep licking his prick until he came harder than he ever
had.
His lips pursed, Harry took deep breaths through his nose, his eyes falling
shut when he felt Moony's tongue slide up and down his balls, from the teasing
spot just beneath his sac all the way to the base of his cock.
"Oh, yes, so good, more," Harry moaned, as soft as he possibly could while his
sac was being tortured in the most pleasurable way imaginable. He didn't even
notice that Moony had moved until he felt the angle of Moony's tongue on his
balls shift. Harry opened his eyes and groaned at the sight of Moony's shiny
erection right above his face.
Moony was standing over him, hind legs beside Harry's head, and was obviously
trying to give Harry a certain message. And Harry had a pretty good idea what
Moony wanted from him.
Trembling from both arousal and nervousness, Harry reached up and ran his
fingers across Moony's prick. Instantly, Moony lapped across Harry's cock once,
and Harry grinned, because it was now quite obvious that Moony was playing a
game and wouldn't pleasure Harry unless Harry pleasured him.
Harry tightened his fingers around the furry base of Moony's erection and
dragged his fist up the whole length, squeezing slightly around the pointed tip
before stroking down again. He was rewarded with a harsh lick over the head of
his cock, which made him buck his hips up involuntarily.
Biting his lip, Harry started to fist Moony's prick, hoping, praying, that
Moony would start licking his own cock for real now. But the wolf just kept
lapping at Harry's sac, only giving his cock occasional teasing licks.
"Moony, please," Harry whined. "What do you want?"
By way of answering, Moony started licking the head of Harry's cock furiously,
and Harry widened his eyes while he let go of the wolf's erection. He was
pretty sure what Moony was trying to tell him, but he wasn't so sure if he
could actually do that. It was one thing to touch a werewolf's cock, but it was
an entirely different thing to put it in his mouth.
Still, his body was screaming for release at the same time that Harry was
hoping all these glorious feelings would never end. They tingled and teased and
tortured and it was even more brilliant than before.
Taking a deep breath, Harry pushed himself up, leaning back on his elbows, and
stared at Moony's cock for a moment before he darted his tongue out and gave
the tip an experimental lick. Moony growled and licked Harry's cock in return,
hard and forcefully now, which drew a deep moan from Harry.
Licking his lips, Harry arched his head back just a bit and licked the pointed
tip again before sucking it into his mouth. It felt hard and warm and slick,
and tasted faintly of salt. Not so bad at all, and Harry sucked more of Moony's
prick into his mouth, his nose buried in the soft fur surrounding the wolf's
erection.
He inhaled deeply through his nose, and shivered when he was suddenly consumed
by Moony's distinct scent; earthy like stirred forest soil, natural like a pine
tree in the rain, and animalistic like heady musk. He wasn't sure what he
should do to Moony's cock, other than suck it softly while running the tip of
his tongue along the underside. But Moony decided to show him, and started
pumping his hips, fucking Harry's mouth without mercy.
He's fucking my mouth, Harry thought, and that realization was so arousing that
for a moment, Harry thought he would come. But then he was lost in the
onslaught of Moony's tongue rampaging across his cock and he closed his eyes,
letting the wolf do to him whatever Moony wanted, and finding that specific
submission to be arousing as well.
Now that Moony was finally giving his cock the attention Harry wanted, he could
feel the telltale tingles of his impending orgasm swirl through his balls and
flutter up his prick, and Harry let go of some internal spring which was always
tightened inside of him, and felt a sense of freedom that was entirely new for
him. Here he was, trembling under a werewolf who was fucking his mouth and
licking him to orgasm, and he felt more like himself than ever before, because
he was just Harry, just a teenage boy who was having sex, and even though it
might not be normal sex like other teenagers had it, it was still sex and it
still made him just Harry, who wasn't the target of a homicidal Dark Lord or
the savior of an entire world, if only for a moment.
And with that feeling of total and utter freedom so clear in his mind Harry was
sure it was burning into his flesh, he climaxed, grateful for the cock in his
mouth which muffled his screams. Moony kept licking his pulsing prick until
Harry had shot every last bit of seed over his stomach, and then suddenly his
mouth was filled with something wet and hot and bitter and salty, and Harry
tried to swallow it all while his body was still convulsing as his climax came
to a slow end.
He let go of Moony's cock and fell back against the bed, the wolf's seed
dripping from the sides of his mouth down his chin and cheeks.
"Oh, fuck," he panted, his mind spinning. He jerked when he felt Moony lap up
the drops of come from this belly, his skin hypersensitive after his mind-
blowing orgasm.
"God, Moony, that was just...wow." Harry couldn't do much more than just lie
there while Moony cleaned his belly and cock and balls and shifted on the bed
to lick away the traces of his own come on Harry's face.
The wolf's tongue swept over Harry's lips while the harsh whiskers tickled his
nose, and Harry grinned. But Moony didn't stop his task, and licked Harry's
bared teeth before pushing his tongue between them and laving it across Harry's
tongue. Harry swallowed and kept still, looking into Moony's gleaming eyes, and
then he pushed his tongue against Moony's, darting it out and sucking Moony's
tongue back into his mouth.
It dawned on Harry that he was kissing a werewolf, and while the things they
had done just a few minutes ago were a lot less innocent than licking each
other's mouths and tongues, this did feel far more intimate, and Harry let out
a shaky sigh. Moony tasted of fish and chips and semen, and Harry sucked harder
on the wolf's tongue until he could taste himself mingled with the traces of
Moony's sperm.
Moony withdrew, and Harry gasped for air while the large wolf lay down beside
him. Rolling onto his side, Harry slung an arm over Moony's neck and buried his
nose in the thick fur while he pressed his naked body against the wolf. He
didn't say anything and just enjoyed the feeling of such a powerful and usually
untamable creature against his own meager form.
Closing his eyes, Harry tried very hard not to think about Sirius and Remus,
but instead focused on what he had just done with Moony. Who was more animal
than man. And was thus not his godfather's lover, but a creature who wanted to
have sex with him. Incredible, mind-blowing sex. The kind Harry had been
fantasizing about for the better part of the last two years, even though he had
never thought he would one day have sex with a werewolf. But Moony wasn't an
ordinary werewolf, because Moony made him feel safe, and Moony didn't care
about his scar and only wanted to lick his prick while Harry sucked his cock.
It couldn't possibly be wrong, Harry concluded, and cracked his eyes open to
look at Moony, who glanced back at him with half-hooded eyes. Harry wanted
nothing more than to fall asleep like this, but he knew that was out of the
question. He didn't even want to think about what Sirius would say or do if he
found Harry naked, wrapped around a werewolf, smelling of sweat and semen and
sex.
"I need a shower," Harry whispered, and gave Moony an apologetic smile as he
released the wolf and sat up, stretching his arms and legs lazily. His mind
spun while the back of his head ached, and Harry took a few deep breaths to
steady himself before he got up from the bed.
His mind protested furiously, and Harry swayed on his feet, until he felt a
soft head press against his hip. Moony looked up at him, and Harry leaned his
hand on the wolf's neck, and allowed Moony to support him as he made his way to
the bathroom just across the hallway.
The bathroom looked a bit gloomy, just as the rest of the house did, gray tiles
and small gas lamps on the walls, and held a large shower stall in one corner
and a marble sink in the other. Harry shuffled towards the shower and opened
the taps, letting out a grateful sigh when the warm water washed down on him.
He pressed his hands against the slick tiles, supporting himself, and lowered
his head, letting the water run down his neck and back.
Moony kept a careful eye on him, standing just outside the shower stall, and
Harry gave him a warm smile before he bent down to pick up the shampoo. But
then the world around him shook violently and threatened to be consumed by
darkness. Harry reached for something, anything, and found a furry body to hang
onto while he heard Moony howl somewhere in the distance.
The next thing he knew were two strong arms around him, which pulled him up,
and Harry blinked, suddenly aware that Sirius was standing in the shower with
him, fully clothed and soaked.
"Harry, what are you... you've got a bloody concussion." Sirius frowned down at
him, wet hair plastered against his face. "You should have called me."
"I wanted a shower," Harry muttered, not at all happy that Sirius apparently
felt he couldn't take care of himself. "I got a bit dizzy, is all."
Shaking his head, Sirius picked up the shampoo and poured a large amount on top
of Harry's head. "Still should have called me. Good thing you brought your
watchdog along."
Moony let out a loud huff, glaring at the couple in the shower, and Sirius gave
him a cheeky grin in return while he massaged the shampoo into Harry's hair.
Feeling too tired to protest, Harry rested a hand against the soaked shirt that
covered Sirius' chest, and tried to enjoy the odd feeling of someone else's
fingers on his scalp. Harry couldn't remember someone else washing his hair.
Surely Aunt Petunia must have done it when he was a toddler, but as far as
Harry could recall, he had always bathed himself. But even though it was
unfamiliar, Sirius' strong fingers running through his wet hair didn't feel at
all unpleasant, until Sirius dragged them across the back of his head.
Harry flinched, and Sirius withdrew quickly, whistling under his breath.
"That's an impressive bump you've got there, mate."
Snorting, Harry glared up at Sirius, who chuckled before dipping Harry's head
back and rinsing his soapy hair. Then his godfather pressed a bar of soap in
his hand, and Harry got the idea and ran it across his chest and under his
arms. But when he bent down to wash the rest of himself, he swayed again as his
mind rocked. Sirius yanked the bar from his hand and crouched down.
And it was then that Harry realized that he was naked, and that his godfather
was staring at his naked privates, and was also touching them as he ran the bar
of soap across his limp prick and sensitive sac. Harry couldn't express how
grateful he felt that he'd already climaxed a few times that day, because
Sirius' ministrations would have otherwise drawn a very inappropriate response
from his cock.
Telling himself over and over again that this was Sirius, his godfather, his
family, and not some random good-looking bloke he could fantasize about in the
late hours of the evening, Harry underwent Sirius' slow strokes across his legs
and arse and back as dispassionately as he could, staring up at the ceiling
with pursed lips.
"All clean," Sirius stated as he got up, put the bar of soap away, and grabbed
Harry's elbow to help him out of the stall. Sirius turned to grab a towel, and
Moony used that moment to press his nose against Harry's cock, sniffing
audibly.
Harry yelped and swatted Moony away, not quite able to meet his godfather's
eyes when Sirius turned again and gave him a questioning look. Feeling his
cheeks flush, Harry didn't complain when Sirius hung the towel over his head
and started drying his hair.
Sirius dried him off expertly, and again Harry enjoyed the unfamiliar feeling
of someone else tending to him, even though he knew he should feel embarrassed
about it. He wasn't a child anymore, after all. He was almost seventeen. But
that knowledge didn't stop him from letting out a quiet, disappointed sigh when
Sirius hung the damp towel over the rack.
"I think I've got a spare toothbrush you can use." Sirius rummaged around in
the drawer of the small cupboard beside the sink, and handed Harry a bright
purple toothbrush.
"Thanks," Harry whispered, and as he stepped up to the sink he noticed the blue
ceramic mug with two toothbrushes in it, and he was once again reminded that
his godfather had a lover, and that lover was now a wolf whom he had sucked
off. Harry was so busy telling himself over and over again that what he had
done wasn't wrong, he didn't notice Sirius slipping out of his soaked clothes
until his godfather stepped up to the sink, completely naked.
Glancing to his side, Harry stuck his toothbrush in his mouth, but forgot to
start brushing as he noticed Sirius' damp, naked body. It looked so much
different than his own. Harry had grown some, but still looked like a gangly
teenager; a bit too scrawny with a hairless chest. Sirius on the other hand
looked mature and filled-out. His broad chest was covered in short, black hairs
that trailed down around his navel and led to a thick patch of curly hairs that
surrounded his cock and sac.
Sirius cleared his throat, and Harry snapped his gaze up, suddenly very aware
that he'd been staring at his godfather's cock. His godfather's nicely shaped,
thick cock. Gulping, Harry looked away and started brushing his teeth, and then
he spotted Sirius grinning at him in the mirror, and he gave his godfather a
small smile in return, grateful that Sirius hadn't minded him taking a peek.
Their shoulders bumped occasionally while they both brushed their teeth, and
Harry's small smile grew bigger, because again he was overwhelmed by the
feeling of how brilliant this was. Just sharing the bathroom with his godfather
after Sirius had washed and dried him made Harry feel as if he could conquer
the world. He was sure that if Voldemort stepped through the door right now, he
could kill him in an instant, wandlessly, if need be.
"Come on, time for bed," Sirius said, and grabbed Harry's shoulder to lead him
through the hallway. Moony followed them closely, and Harry wondered if Sirius
was one of those people who, like Seamus, had no problems walking around naked.
That was a very interesting thought, which got even more interesting when Harry
imagined both Sirius and Remus walking around the house naked, as if it were
the most normal thing in the world.
It was again one of those things Harry wasn't used to, since the Dursleys were
definitely not the kind of people who liked to parade around starkers. And when
he'd arrived at Hogwarts, Harry had felt no need to be naked around others save
for those occasions it couldn't be helped, like in the showers after Quidditch
training. Those moments had always made him feel uncomfortable, and it
surprised him that he didn't feel that uncomfortable at all, now that his naked
godfather was leading his naked self to his bed. It felt a bit thrilling, as if
he was suddenly in on some big secret only adults knew of.
"Do you need a nightshirt?" Sirius asked as Harry sat down on the bed. He
quickly shook his head no and lay down. For some reason, he wanted to sleep
naked, if only because it would make remembering all those pleasant things with
Moony a lot easier, and thus make it easier for him to empty his mind before
falling asleep.
Sirius pulled the covers over Harry while Moony gave him one last glance before
lying down in his own make-shift bed. Yawning faintly, Harry smiled up at
Sirius, who brushed his hair out of his eyes.
"If you need anything, Harry, call me. Send Moony if you have to. I know you've
got that pesky Gryffindor obstinacy working for you, but just ignore that for a
few days. Okay?"
Harry nodded obediently. While he liked to believe he was very good at taking
care of himself -- he had been doing that for the better part of his life after
all -- he did realize that his injured mind was working against him at that
moment. And he also had to admit that it felt rather good to have Sirius look
after him. Harry thought that between Sirius taking care of him one way, and
Moony taking care of him in a completely different way, he would have no
problems staying in bed for the next few days.
"Thanks," he whispered, and much to his own surprise, leaned up and pressed a
kiss to Sirius' cheek.
Sirius seemed slightly taken aback, and cleared his throat. "You're welcome,"
he said as he got up. "Good night, Harry."
"Good night, Sirius." Harry watched his godfather leave, smiling as he could
still feel Sirius' stubble tickle his lips. "Good night, Moony," he whispered
as soon as the door was closed. Moony let out a soft, contented sigh, and Harry
closed his eyes, concentrating on the feeling of a wet tongue on his cock and a
slick erection in his mouth, and before his body had time to react to all those
arousing memories, he was already fast asleep.
                                   *~*~*~*~*
As he had expected, Harry enjoyed the next few days in bed. Sirius brought him
food, helped him in the shower, and kept him company. They played chess and a
couple of wizarding card games that Sirius taught Harry, talked about anything
and everything, or just enjoyed each other's company while they were both
engrossed in one book or another.
And the moment Sirius left him to get some rest, Moony jumped up on the bed,
and Harry found himself beneath the werewolf with Moony's cock in his mouth
while they brought each other off several times a day. Harry learned how to use
his lips and tongue around the wolf's erection, and how to swallow everything
that Moony gave him.
It was the best few days of his life, and they ended far too quickly for
Harry's liking. But on the sixth morning, Harry had to admit that he was
feeling a lot better, and while he thought about faking it and staying in bed a
while longer, he really didn't want to take advantage of Sirius' expert care.
He was immensely grateful for everything Sirius had done for him so far, and he
knew he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he lied to his godfather about
his physical condition just to be pampered a few days longer.
So, after he and Moony were done with their morning ritual of sucking and
licking and coming so hard it was nearly painful, Harry strolled to the shower,
Moony on his heels, and washed up before he got dressed in one of Sirius'
robes, since his own clothes were still at Hogwarts.
The sleeves were a bit too long, so Harry rolled them up, and he had to be
careful not to trip on the hem while he walked, but other than that, Sirius'
robes felt comfortable, and Harry made his way downstairs, Moony still on his
heels.
As he approached the kitchen, Harry heard familiar voices talking in a heated
conversation. He hesitated for a moment, not sure if he should interrupt them,
but then he figured that he lived there and had every right to be in the
kitchen, as well. Besides, he was curious as hell to find out what exactly they
were discussing.
He knocked on the kitchen door once and pushed it open, stepping inside and not
showing any of the hesitance he still felt.
Dumbledore looked up at him from his seat at the table, a cup of steaming tea
in front of him, and Snape scowled from his spot near the sink where he stood
with his arms crossed. Sirius was seated opposite the headmaster, and turned in
his chair to look at him.
"Ah, Harry. It's good to see you up again," Dumbledore said with a warm smile
while Sirius gestured him over. "I assume you're feeling all better again?"
"Yes, sir," Harry answered, and sat down next to Sirius, avoiding Snape's dark
gaze, and trying very hard not to think about the fact that he'd been having
sex with a werewolf the whole week. Somehow, that idea seemed very disturbing
now that he was faced with someone other than Sirius or Moony.
A soft, familiar hoot distracted him, and Harry turned in his seat to see
Hedwig sitting in her cage on top of his trunk in the corner of the kitchen.
"Hedwig!" he piped, and got up quickly to greet his owl. Hedwig nipped his
fingers affectionately when Harry stroked her head through the slim bars of her
cage.
Dumbledore cleared his throat, and Harry looked over his shoulder at the old
headmaster.
"Harry, please join us. We have much to discuss, and not all of it is good
news, I'm afraid."
Harry felt his heart miss a few beats, and unconsciously he glanced at Moony
who sat next to Sirius, keeping a watchful eye on Snape. Dumbledore caught his
gaze, and gave him an assuring smile. "Don't worry, my boy. The bad news has
nothing to do with Remus' condition." Dumbledore shifted in his seat and looked
at Snape. "Severus, why don't you tell them what Mr Lestrange revealed to us."
"Very well," Snape sighed with a scowl, as if it were beneath his standards to
explain anything to those three Gryffindors. "Professor McGonagall and I went
down to Hogsmeade after your unfortunate... accident."
Harry narrowed his eyes while he sat down next to Sirius again, and Snape gave
him a challenging glare, but Harry remained silent.
"We brought the bodies back with us to the castle, and were able to identify
the two mauled corpses," Snape continued, giving Moony an accusing glare. Moony
ignored him and stared at a fly which crawled across the table, acting as if
that was far more interesting than anything Snape had to say.
"Their names were Rookwood and Mulciber. Both known Death Eaters and part of
the Dark Lord's inner circle." Snape paused, and both Sirius and Harry nodded
impatiently at him to continue. "We revived the third perpetrator, Rabastan
Lestrange, also a Death Eater and part of the Dark Lord's clique. Of course the
headmaster immediately notified the Ministry, but before they arrived, as I was
sorting my potions supplies, I tripped and accidentally spilled three drops of
Veritaserum into Mr Lestrange's mouth. How unfortunate, indeed."
Harry snickered, and he thought he could even see a faint grin on Sirius' face
before his godfather continued to glare at Snape. Harry had got to know Snape a
bit better over the past year, and while he still didn't like the Potions
master much, he had learned to appreciate Snape's sarcastic sense of humor. So
he grinned at his professor, even though Snape was looking entirely too pleased
with himself.
"Mr Lestrange then proceeded to tell us a few interesting details. Entirely out
of his own free will, of course. The Dark Lord had created a hex that was meant
for you, Mr Potter, as you no doubt had guessed. A hex meant to strengthen the
connection you and the Dark Lord share, so he would gain full control over your
mind and your free will, and thus could have you jump off the Astronomy Tower
at any convenient time."
Harry shuddered, and felt Sirius' hand on his thigh, giving him a soft squeeze.
"Thank you, Severus." Dumbledore looked at Harry and Sirius over his half-moon
glasses and slowly nodded his head. "So, we know which hex they used. Somehow
it opened a connection to the werewolf inside of Remus and brought him out, and
it prevents his human mind from gaining enough control to change back. The
problem is, however, that Voldemort created this hex himself. He took ancient
Dark Magic, used bits and pieces of several hexes, and mixed it all into a
custom-made hex meant for you, Harry."
"But you can create a counter-hex, right?" Sirius asked, and Harry noticed his
godfather's hand tightening in Moony's fur as he was petting the wolf. Would it
be awfully selfish if Harry hoped it would take a while before Dumbledore
discovered a cure for Moony? Harry thought it would, but part of him couldn't
help hoping that he wouldn't have to say goodbye to his friend -- or lover,
even -- anytime soon.
"Don't worry, Sirius. It is like a puzzle. We have all the pieces, but it will
just take a bit of time to put them together and make it all fit. A couple of
weeks of your patience is all it will take." The headmaster gave Sirius a smile
before he turned his gaze to Harry. "And now for the more unpleasant news.
There's been another attack."
Harry tried to swallow past the odd lump that suddenly constricted his throat,
and all he could think was: 'Please, don't let it be Ron or Hermione.'
"A number of Death Eaters attacked a small wizarding family," Dumbledore
continued, his expression grave, which worried Harry even more. "The
Longbottoms."
"Oh, god, Neville," Harry gasped, and he hardly noticed Sirius stroking his
back in an attempt to comfort him.
"Neville is fine. His grandmother, however, is not. She saved her grandson by
stepping in front of a curse. The Killing Curse."
Closing his eyes, Harry was suddenly overwhelmed by a thousand thoughts and
memories swirling through his mind. He heard his mother screaming, begging
right before Voldemort killed her. He remembered feeling angry with Neville
right after Dumbledore had told him about the prophecy. He also remembered how
he and Neville had talked about what it was like to lose your parents, and that
had helped Harry to see how strong Neville really was and he had learned to
understand him. And he imagined what it must be like for Neville to lose his
only family to the very people who had also taken his parents away from him.
Slowly opening his eyes, Harry turned to Sirius. "He can stay here, can't he?"
Sirius blinked, and said hurriedly: "Yes, of course he can."
"That's very kind of you to offer, but that won't be necessary," Dumbledore
said. "Molly and Arthur have agreed to take Neville in for the rest of the
summer, and if need be, for a long time after that."
Nodding, Harry wondered if he'd be allowed to spend some time at the Burrow
later on in the summer. It would be a lot of fun to hang out with Ron, Neville,
Ginny and the twins, and maybe even Bill if he was around.
As if Dumbledore had read his mind – and Harry was sure he had, since the
headmaster was a skilled Legilimens – the headmaster shook his head. "I'm
afraid that it will not be possible to visit your friends, Harry, nor can they
come here this summer. We have decided it will be safest for all if you stay
here with Sirius and Remus to look out for you."
Harry wanted to protest the fact that people were again making decisions for
him, and that he was old enough to decide what was best for himself; he would
become of age that summer, after all. But he had to admit that Dumbledore might
have a point, and that it was perhaps safest to stay here. And, of course,
Harry didn't mind spending a whole summer with Sirius and Remus, who would be
Moony for a while longer. He'd just looked forward to spending some time with
his friends, as well.
So he stayed silent and nodded at the headmaster while he ran his hands over
his face tiredly, wishing he were back in his bed with Moony where things were
safe and uncomplicated and as normal as things would ever get for him.
"And then there is the matter of the full moon," Dumbledore said, and Harry
snapped his gaze up, looking from Sirius to the headmaster and back. But Sirius
didn't seem at all surprised by Dumbledore's statement.
"Yeah, I figured it would be best to lock him up tonight," Sirius whispered.
"Indeed," Snape said, for once not sneering or scowling but just looking
serious. "There is no telling how the Wolfsbane potion would react to the hex,
so it is not an option for Lupin at the moment. We do suspect, however, that
the full moon will bring out the...vicious part of him."
Harry half expected Sirius to snarl at Snape for that comment, but much to his
surprise, his godfather did no such thing and merely continued to pet Moony,
who was looking at Snape suspiciously.
Dumbledore got up and straightened his aquamarine robes. "That is all for now.
We will stop by again soon, and of course we will contact you immediately when
we find the counter-hex."
"Headmaster?" Harry asked. "Can I write to Neville? And to the rest of my
friends?"
Frowning, Dumbledore glanced at Hedwig for a moment. "You may, Harry, but I
think it would be best not to send those letters by owl. Just hand them to me
on my next visit and I'll make sure your friends receive them."
And with a final nod, Dumbledore stepped out of the kitchen, closely followed
by Snape.
Harry and Sirius looked at each other for a moment, and then Sirius cleared his
throat. "Breakfast?"
Moony answered for Harry with a high-pitched yip.
                                   *~*~*~*~*
Harry kept himself busy during the morning by writing letters to his friends.
He told them what had happened in Hogsmeade and that he had fully recovered.
Besides that, he wrote about everyday stuff; Quidditch, and that he was sorry
he had missed the end-of-term feast, and that life at twelve Grimmauld place
was good. Of course, he didn't go into detail about why it was so good. And to
Neville, he also wrote that he was sorry to hear about what had happened, and
that if Neville ever wanted to talk, he knew where to find him.
After a big lunch, Sirius helped him unpack his trunk and put away his clothes
and books. They lounged in front of the fireplace in the drawing room for the
rest of the afternoon, making small talk and generally avoiding the subject of
Moony, but Harry knew Sirius was just as anxious about that night as he was.
They ate their supper in silence, and after they'd cleaned up, Sirius nodded at
Harry while he stepped out of the kitchen.
"It's time."
Harry followed him into the hallway where Sirius stopped in front of a slightly
worn panel on the wall. He banged his fist against it once, and the panel slid
open, revealing a staircase leading down.
"This house is full of surprises," Sirius said, obviously meant as a joke, but
without any humor in his voice. While Sirius lit the numerous gas lamps on the
wall with a flick of his wand, Harry followed him down the stairs, Moony on his
heels as usual.
The stairs led to a dank basement room, and Harry swallowed when he saw the
large, iron cage that occupied half of the bare space.
"Come on, Moony," Sirius said as he reached for the cage's door, pulling it
open while the rusty hinges creaked. "In you go."
Moony looked at Harry for a moment, and Harry gave him a hesitant nod. With
stiff legs, hackles raised just a bit, Moony walked into the cage, and turned
to glare at the both of them when Sirius closed the door and turned the lock.
"What do we do now?" Harry whispered.
"We wait." Sirius leaned back against the wall, arms crossed. After a moment,
Harry joined him there, and they both kept silent as they waited for the full
moon to rise over their house.
Long minutes ticked by and nothing happened, and Harry allowed himself to hope
that maybe the full moon wouldn't have an effect on Moony, that perhaps the hex
was overruling whatever hold the moon usually had over the wolf.
But then, in less than a second, everything about Moony changed. Well, he still
looked like Moony, but Harry could swear they had replaced the Moony he knew
with an unfamiliar werewolf.
Moony's eyes almost glowed in the dim light, and every hair on his massive body
stood on end. The werewolf raised his lips, baring his large, saliva-covered
teeth, foaming around the corners of his mouth. And then Moony let out a loud,
vicious snarl and started growling at them while he threw his body against the
bars.
Harry flinched, his body tense and rigid, and he wanted to flee the room
because this wasn't Moony, couldn't be Moony, but a strong hand around his
wrist stopped him.
"I want you to see this, Harry," Sirius said, his voice oddly hoarse and
pained. He pulled Harry towards him and grabbed the back of his neck, forcing
him to look at Moony.
"You've been getting all chummy with Moony this week, and that's all and well,
but I want you to know that that wasn't the real Moony." Sirius panted in his
ear and it made Harry shiver while he looked at the beast, at the thing he had
allowed to be so close to him these past days.
"This is Moony. This is what being a werewolf is all about. I want you to take
a good look at him, Harry, and never forget that. No matter how tame he might
appear to be, Moony is not a dog, or a pet, or even a regular wolf."
Harry jerked himself free, and again he wanted to run away, but didn't. He
understood what Sirius was trying to tell him. Even though he didn't want to,
but he did understand that werewolves weren't tame pets, but in fact monsters
who would kill if given the opportunity.
He glanced at Moony again, who kept throwing his body against the bars, claws
scraping across the floor and jaws snapping shut as he hurled himself towards
them, and then Harry lowered his eyes.
Sirius put his hand on Harry's shoulder. "I'm going to stay here. I think
Padfoot will calm him down a bit. Will you be all right?"
"Yes," Harry lied, and when Sirius let go of him, Harry walked out of the room
without glancing back at either Sirius or Moony.
Harry ran up the stairs and all the way back to his room. When he got there,
his chest heaving and his mind spinning, he slammed the door shut behind him
and stood in the middle of his room for a moment, feeling angry and completely
lost. He wanted to hurt something and destroy something, and he picked up the
first thing he could find with the intention of throwing it against the wall.
But then he recognized the object in his hand. It was the Remembrall Neville
had given him last Christmas. Harry sank to the floor, clutching the Remembrall
against his chest, and he started kicking his feet, shoving the pile of
blankets that was Moony's bed away and out of his sight.
It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that they had killed Neville's grandmother. It
wasn't fair that he wasn't able to spend time with his friends. It wasn't fair
that Moony was a real werewolf. It wasn't fair that whatever he and Moony were
doing was on borrowed time. It wasn't fair that Moony would become Remus again
sometime soon. And it wasn't bloody fucking fair that Sirius and Remus were
lovers and had something together that Harry didn't have.
Harry lay on the floor for a long time, just staring up at the ceiling at
nothing in particular, pretending he didn't hear the howls coming from
somewhere under the house. But his back started to ache, so eventually he
pulled himself up and lay down on his bed.
The sheets smelled of Moony, and Harry clutched the Remembrall tighter against
his chest. What if the werewolf downstairs didn't change back into Moony the
next morning? What if the full moon had somehow influenced the werewolf and
Moony was stuck like that forever? What if Harry never saw Moony again? Never
felt that cold, wet nose against his cheek, or that warm tongue licking his
cock again? Never again have those piercing amber eyes following his every
move?
What if Remus hated him after Dumbledore changed him back?
                                   *~*~*~*~*
For the first time in many months, Harry was plagued by nightmares. While his
body lay restless between sweat-soaked sheets, his mind was trapped in a world
that wasn't real but somehow felt more intense than reality had ever done.
Voldemort was there, and he pointed his wand at Neville, who was lying on the
floor, looking beaten and broken. Harry wanted to do something, stop Voldemort
from killing his friend, but the air was as thick as clay and as sticky as
glue, and Harry couldn't move, couldn't breathe, and all Voldemort did was
stare at him with gleaming red eyes, whispering: "You are next."
And then Harry heard the familiar sound of nails clicking against a wooden
floor in a pace he'd come to associate with warm licks and fierce climaxes.
Moony was there, and would help him and save Neville, but Moony wasn't Moony,
and Harry couldn't take his eyes off the monster that circled him, his gaze
fixed on bared teeth and narrowed amber eyes, and all Voldemort did was
whisper: "You are next."
Gasping for the air that he hadn't been able to breathe in his dreams, Harry
sat up, his gaze flicking across his room until he finally realized that it had
all just been a nightmare and that he was back in the safety of his own bed.
Harry glanced at the clock. Six-thirty. The moon had set by now, and Harry
didn't dare listen if he could still hear howls echoing through the house. He
drew his knees up to his body and buried his face in his arms, desperate to
know if Moony, his Moony, was back, but too worried that he might not be to go
see for himself.
But as the minutes ticked by, Voldemort's whispers became quieter in his mind
until all that was left was a deafening silence which Harry knew could only be
filled with the answer to the question that held him paralyzed.
So he kicked his body into action, not bothering with slippers or a dressing
gown, and made his way downstairs, the chilling morning air that was always
present in this house a welcome distraction from his fevered dreams. He crept
down the stairs into the basement, his bare feet soundless on the worn wooden
boards, and taking a deep, shaky breath, he rounded the corner.
Moony was looking at him, standing behind the bars, tail high and wagging
happily, and Harry let out a breath he'd been holding ever since reality had
allowed him to breathe again.
Harry crouched down in front of the cage, his chest no longer constricted with
worries and fear, and he stroked Moony's nose when the werewolf poked it
between the bars to sniff his face. A warm hand on his bare shoulder startled
him, but only for a moment, because then he recognized the hoarse voice that
was whispering into his ear.
"You look like you've been run over by a herd of hippogriffs. Bad night?"
Giving Sirius a sideways glance, Harry nodded, not wanting to talk, not wanting
to have to explain what it was like to be trapped in an unreal dimension with
Voldemort. Sirius said nothing, but slipped his arm around Harry's shoulder,
pulling him close as he kneeled beside him. Harry wanted to pull away, didn't
want pity, didn't want to have comfort remind him of discomfort, but Sirius
insisted, and Harry gave in, burying his face in the crook of Sirius' neck,
pressing his shivering skin against his godfather's warmth. He heard a lock
turn, and then a familiar and welcome tongue licked his ear and his throat and
his cheek, and Harry smiled for the first time since he'd left Moony there the
previous night.
Neither Harry nor Sirius moved for a long time, content with the intimacy of
their half-hug while they both ran their fingers through Moony's fur as the
wolf gave them puppy kisses which awakened Harry's cock. But he tried not to
give into those desires right know, knowing that he'd have to stand up sometime
soon, and his thin pyjama bottoms wouldn't do a thing to hide his arousal.
"I'll fix us some bacon and eggs." Sirius pressed a kiss to Harry's temple, and
his dry lips and rough stubble tickled Harry's skin in almost the same way
Moony's tongue did, even though Harry tried very hard not to feel it.
Moony darted up the stairs, obviously a lot hungrier than Harry was at that
moment. He didn't care much for his empty stomach now that other voids inside
of him had been filled once again.
But when Sirius started breakfast and the strips of bacon sizzled in the frying
pan, Harry inhaled the thick, salty scent and decided that he could do with a
bit of breakfast after all.
They resumed their usual chitchat over breakfast now that they didn't have to
worry about Moony again for another month, and Harry hoped Sirius would give
him some private time with Moony in his bedroom when they were done. But Sirius
joined them upstairs, ushering Harry into the shower while he took his time
shaving himself. Harry noted that Sirius seemed as happy as he was to have
their odd family complete again, and while he really wanted to take Moony to
his bed, Harry was happy enough to spend time with the both of them.
And that is what they did. They played chess in front of the drawing room fire,
Moony curled up at their feet, and Sirius was even forced to admit that Harry
was getting better at it, even though Sirius still won most of their games.
Harry helped Sirius prepare lunch and supper while Moony whined and begged for
scraps.
And even though Harry felt home again, he couldn't help counting the minutes
until he could go to bed. Finally, early in the evening, Sirius commented that
perhaps Harry needed to rest after Harry had forced himself to yawn at least a
dozen times in a row.
So he bid his godfather goodnight and walked up the stairs to his bedroom as
casually as he could, his cock already hardening at the prospect of Moony's
tongue licking him to orgasm. Moony followed him, seemingly just as eager as
Harry to get away from Sirius.
Harry closed his door and flopped down on his bed, hurriedly kicking off his
shoes and shedding his robes, and then Moony was licking his face, but it was
nothing like the polite puppy kisses from that morning. Moony forced his tongue
in Harry's mouth, and while he curled one hand in Moony's fur and tried to worm
off his Y-fronts with the other, Harry met the wolf's tongue with his own,
meeting it halfway between their mouths for teasing licks. Harry opened his
mouth wider, shivering when Moony laved his tongue across his palate and his
teeth and the back of his mouth.
Panting and aching, Harry lay down when Moony turned around and put his tongue
to use on his cock, expecting the wolf to offer his own erection to Harry as
he'd always done before. But Moony didn't, and instead started licking Harry's
sac, short, swift strokes which drove Harry mad with want, and further down,
the spot just below his sac which made Harry groan so loudly he had to bite
down on his pillow to stifle the sounds.
But Moony didn't stop there, and slid his agile tongue down further, touching
places no one had ever touched before, and even though Harry thought it might
be inappropriate he spread his legs wider, since it felt incredible to feel
warm, slick flesh caress that very private spot.
An insistent nose nudged against his thigh and hip, and a bit reluctantly,
Harry turned on his side, not sure what Moony wanted of him. More nudges, and
Harry rolled onto his stomach, peeking over his shoulder at the wolf. Moony
looked back at him, black pupils dilated, darkening the usually almost yellow
irises to deep bronze, and pushed his nose between Harry's arse cheeks, leaving
Harry without any doubt what Moony wanted from him.
The tip of Moony's tongue found his puckered entrance, pushing against it,
penetrating it, and Harry convulsed, arms and legs jerking, breath caught
somewhere in the back of his throat.
"Moo --" The rest came out as a slow, tortured moan, and without realizing what
he was doing, Harry spread his legs, drew them under his body, and offered
himself to Moony completely.
Slow, wet, calculated strokes from his tailbone all the way down to his sac,
and Harry realized that Moony was deliberately not pushing against his
entrance. With a frustrated sigh, Harry looked over his shoulder again.
"Please, Moony... there... touch me there." Emphasizing his words, Harry raised
his arse further in the air, pushing back against Moony's mouth. It was odd, to
want to feel a tongue there, since it was the last place Harry thought anyone
would ever want to stick their tongue. Of course Harry knew that when men had
sex, they enjoyed having things done there. But, he decided, licking an arse
had to be a canine thing for sure. Not that he was complaining, because Moony
continued laving his arse, pressing his tongue against his pucker a little
harder with every stroke.
"Yes... 's good... more..."
Moony's tongue was inside him now, slipping past the tight ring of muscles with
determined stabs, feeling warmer than ever and obscenely good. One hand clawing
at the pillow, Harry wrapped his other hand around his prick, unable to resist
the urge to stroke himself while he felt something smooth and slick slide in
and out of a place he'd never thought could make him feel so aroused.
Breathing through his nose in loud snorts, Harry closed his eyes and pressed
his face further into the pillow while he felt tiny drops of sweat drip down
his spine to the base of his neck where they dampened his hair and tickled down
to his throat. His hand sped up around his cock, squeezing the pulsing flesh
because Harry didn't want to end it, and stroking brutally because Harry wanted
to come so badly his sac started to hurt.
Deeper now, still so warm and slick, and Harry could feel Moony's panted
breaths around his entrance, and the tips of the wolf's fangs scraping against
the curves of his arse. The pressure in his sac became unbearable, and Harry
stopped squeezing and only stroked, hurried and determined, concentrating on
Moony's tongue sliding in and out of his channel, unfamiliar and new and
exciting and so, so good.
His orgasm hit him out of the blue, and Harry wailed into the pillow because it
was too soon and too short. His cock spurted and Harry trembled and Moony
withdrew his tongue.
Before Harry had a chance to come back from the height of his climax, his body
was crushed and something warm and slick and very, very hard nudged against his
entrance.
"Moony, no," he moaned, barely able to lift his face from the pillow with 300
pounds of werewolf pushing him to the bed. Claws scraped across his shoulder
blades and suddenly Moony was panting in his ear while strong legs squeezed
around his ribcage.
"No... wait... no." Something was driving inside him now, hard and smooth and
big, and Harry tensed, his eyes widening and his mind reeling at the idea that
Moony was pushing his prick inside his body. "Moony... oooh... just... easy...
no... yes... yessss."
Gasping for breath, Harry went still as Moony filled him, driving his pulsing
prick as deep inside Harry's body as he could, the coarse fur of his belly and
chest tickling Harry's arse and back while Harry felt something give way in a
way it shouldn't. And then Moony stilled, and licked Harry's ear, and Harry
relaxed despite the feeling that something too big was buried inside a part of
his body he'd never before considered filling in that way.
Harry wondered why Moony wasn't moving, but then he realized that Moony wanted
to make sure he was all right. Harry wasn't sure if he was. This was something
he hadn't expected to happen anytime soon, since he'd been more than happy with
their oral fun. But it didn't exactly feel bad. A bit sore, a bit full, a bit
odd, a bit heavy. Not bad.
Moony pulled his hips back, and Harry felt the wolf's prick slide out almost
completely before Moony drove it back in, not exactly rough, but not really
gentle either. Something exploded inside of him, sending fluttering tingles to
his softening cock.
Not bad at all.
Trying to concentrate on his breathing, trying to take deep breaths despite the
wolf weighing down on him, Harry darted out his tongue when he felt Moony lick
his mouth. Moony pulled his prick back again, and this time Harry met the
wolf's thrust, pushing back against the hard cock, albeit a bit reluctantly.
He was being fucked. Oh god. He was being fucked. By Moony. By Remus. By a
werewolf. He was being fucked.
Moony started thrusting in earnest now, short and sharp and fast, and Harry's
cock stayed limp but the pleasant tingles exploding inside of him more than
made up for that. Harry felt Moony groan, the sound rumbling in the wolf's
chest and vibrating straight into his back. The wolf's cock filled him again
and again, and it felt as if Moony's prick was getting even bigger the more it
thrust inside of him, stretching the tight ring further, the furry base of
Moony's cock making it feel sore whenever it pushed against the sensitive
pucker.
Panting hotly in Harry's ear, Moony tightened his legs around Harry's chest
while he drove his cock in and out of Harry's channel mercilessly. Harry
realized that even if he wanted to, he wouldn't be able to stop Moony now. Not
that he wanted to. He was having real sex. He was being fucked. It was exciting
and thrilling and arousing and just a tad painful, but it was real sex. A cock
inside his arse. That idea alone made Harry moan helplessly.
Then Moony tensed on top of him, his cock buried deep inside Harry while he
pressed his hips against Harry's arse, and Harry felt hot, wet spurts fill him,
and he licked his lips because he could almost taste Moony's heady release.
Releasing a shaky breath, Harry relaxed as best as he could under the wolf's
weight, but Moony didn't move, didn't slip out of him. Harry could feel Moony's
prick pulse inside of him, and it was an oddly comforting feeling, to be
connected that intimately.
Moony licked Harry's face, soft, caring strokes, and Harry smiled, feeling
tired and satisfied, because he'd had real sex. He'd lost his virginity. To
Moony. To Remus. To someone he trusted and cared for. Harry had a sudden urge
to tell Sirius that he'd taken his advice, but that was obviously out of the
question.
Maybe some day he could share this with Sirius. If Remus wouldn't hate him for
--
No.
Harry refused to think about that. Refused to consider any consequences just
yet. This was their time. Moony's and his. And it would end, that Harry knew,
but as long as he didn't think about it, it might not happen. It might be like
this forever. Moony's cock inside of him, both spent and tired and pleasured
and happy. It might, if only Harry made sure never to consider any of the other
possible scenarios.
So he concentrated on the feeling of Moony's prick inside him and the wolf's
chest heaving against his back while Moony licked is face. Harry kissed him
back, stroking his own tongue across Moony's, nuzzling the wolf's soft lips. It
would be like this forever, even though Moony slowly started to move and pulled
his prick out. Harry tried not to wince when something stung just past the ring
of muscles, and took a deep breath when Moony pushed himself off Harry's body.
He wanted to lie down, sink into the mattress, but Moony pushed his nose
between Harry's arse cheeks once again, and lapped across Harry's entrance,
slipping his tongue inside Harry's body and treating the sore flesh to soft,
slow strokes.
It felt good. It felt better than good, even if it did hurt a bit, and Harry
rubbed his face against the pillow, content and warm and relaxed. His body
tingled, tiny sparks floating through his veins, touching every cell in his
body, inflaming every nerve. He felt dizzy, like he'd just dived down on his
broomstick, and he closed his eyes to stop the room around him from swaying. So
this was what real sex felt like. Harry'd never thought it would feel this
intense.
Letting out a soft sigh, Harry relaxed his body when Moony withdrew his tongue
and lay down next to him. Rubbing his body against the sheets, Harry rolled
onto his side to look at Moony, who was staring at him with hooded eyes,
obviously quite tired and spent himself. Harry scooted closer, running his
fingers through the soft fur around Moony's ears and placing small kisses on
Moony's muzzle.
He loved Moony, Harry realized. And while he supposed it was nothing new to
love someone – Harry did love his friends and his godfather, after all – he had
never before realized it so clearly. He loved Moony. It was a feeling that was
intense and overwhelming and warmed his entire body while his heart suddenly
seemed too large for his chest.
"I love you," he whispered, amazed at how easy it was to say those words to
someone for the very first time. "I really do." Harry kissed Moony's muzzle
again, trailing his mouth across the tiny hairs on Moony's lips.
Moony let out a contented sigh and pressed his cold nose against Harry's
flushed cheeks. Then the wolf started to get up, but Harry tightened his arm
around Moony's neck. He couldn't bear to have Moony leave him now, even if it
was to lie down on his bed on the other side of the room. Harry didn't know
why, but it was suddenly very important that Moony stayed with him.
"Please. Just until I fall asleep."
Without hesitation, Moony lay down again, and Harry pressed his naked body
against the wolf's, his skin feeling fevered and his mind still dizzy.
"Thank you," Harry whispered, closing his eyes and falling into a deep sleep
before he even had a chance to empty his mind.
He didn't have any nightmares that night. Instead, he dreamed about Moony and a
forest and moist soil beneath his bare feet and a full moon shining down on
him.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Harry snuggled closer to his godfather, rubbing his cheek against Sirius'
shoulder while he felt Sirius' arm tighten around him just a bit. It had become
a custom over these last three weeks to snuggle in front of the fire together
during the evenings. Just like many other things had become a custom for Harry.
Like having real sex with Moony.
Every night before they went to sleep, Harry and Moony had sex. Harry let Moony
fuck him. Harry needed Moony to fuck him. They had experimented with positions,
since Moony mounting him so often gave Harry a very sore back, and Harry had
discovered that preparing himself with a bit of hand lotion made sure Moony
didn't hurt him when he drove his stiff prick in and out of his body.
And whenever they woke up earlier than Sirius, they sucked and licked each
other off in the morning. It was brilliant. And perfect. And very close to
ending since Dumbledore's latest status report had indicated that the counter-
hex would be ready any day now.
Sirius was engrossed in a book and Harry paged through a Quidditch magazine,
feeling a strong urge to go upstairs and mate with Moony, but also not wanting
to leave his comfortable spot on the couch, buried in Sirius' warmth. For a
moment, Harry allowed himself to contemplate how things would be when Remus
would return.
While he dreamed about Moony every night, running and panting and smelling and
howling, Harry had started to wonder what it would be like to be so intimate
with Remus. It was a ridiculous notion, of course, since Remus wasn't his like
Moony was.
But Harry couldn't help wondering.
What would it be like to wrap his mouth around a human cock? Harry had seen
Sirius' cock a number of times, thick and masculine, and he imagined that
Remus' cock would look exactly like that. And what would it be like to feel
such a cock inside of him? It started to itch, soft needle pricks inside his
mind, his chest, his sac. A familiar itch that had bugged him for the last
three weeks, but Harry tried to ignore it, because he didn't want to leave
Sirius' side or be forced to stop imagining what it would be like with Remus.
What would it be like to kiss a man? A real kiss, instead of just stroking his
tongue against another one while trying to watch out for very large and very
sharp teeth. The itch became more persistent, and Harry wanted to scratch, but
didn't know how other than by doing all those things he wanted so badly.
Closing his eyes, Harry shifted his face and nuzzled Sirius' throat, feeling
long hair tickle his eyelids. Harry tried to imagine it was Remus, but
couldn't, because Sirius didn't smell like Remus, but like himself; strong and
wild, like autumn air and fallen leaves. Harry liked that smell, loved that
smell, because it was Sirius, and just like Moony's distinctive scent, it made
Harry feel safe and appreciated and loved.
"Sirius?" he asked, not sure what he was asking for, but needing something.
"Hmm?" Sirius turned his face towards him, but kept his eyes on the book in his
lap.
"Would you..." Harry pursed his lips for a second, wanting to feel what it
would be like with Remus, but Sirius wasn't Remus, but Remus was Sirius'.
"Would you kiss me?"
"What?" Sirius pulled back a little, frowning down at him. "Harry, I don't
think --"
"Please... just a kiss." Harry scooted closer, the magazine on his lap falling
discarded to the floor.
"Really, I don't think that's --"
Not wanting to hear any arguments why Sirius didn't want to kiss him, Harry
cupped the back of Sirius' neck and kissed him.
For a moment, neither of them moved, lips just pressed together, and Harry
could feel Sirius take a couple of deep breaths through his nose, the air he
exhaled warm against Harry's face. Then a hand crept up the back of Harry's
neck and tightened in his hair, and Sirius tilted his head just a bit, opening
his mouth. Inhaling shakily, Harry opened his mouth as well, and sighed when he
felt Sirius' tongue lick his bottom lip before sneaking inside.
Weaving his fingers in Sirius' long hair, Harry closed his eyes and pushed his
tongue against Sirius', stroking it, tasting it. It was warm and wet and a bit
rough and very intimate and so different than kissing Cho or Moony. Sirius
moved his lips across Harry's in a rhythm Harry found easily, and he opened his
mouth wider, hungry for more of Sirius' tongue.
Their kiss became more urgent, Harry pressing his body against Sirius as much
as the odd angle would allow, and Sirius shifted his face, their noses bumping
before Sirius devoured his mouth. Harry felt himself hardening against Sirius'
hip, and he was sure he felt something equally hard pressing against his thigh.
Harry moaned, and suddenly Sirius pulled back, breathing heavily on Harry's
moist lips.
They didn't speak, just breathed and stared into each other's eyes. Harry
swallowed, and couldn't think of anything other than wanting to kiss Sirius
again. But before he could press his lips to Sirius' once more, a familiar,
agile tongue licked his mouth, and then Sirius', and for the briefest of
moments Harry allowed himself to hope that perhaps he could have sex with both
Moony and Sirius, and that idea sent a jolt of arousal straight to his cock.
"Moony, no!" Sirius pushed the wolf away, and Moony whined but sat down
obediently at their feet anyway.
Harry swallowed and tried to pull back when Sirius ran his palm across Harry's
lips, wiping them.
"He's a werewolf, Harry. Don't let him lick your mouth." Sirius' gaze was stern
and concerned, and Harry nodded even though he had no idea why Moony shouldn't
lick his mouth. Didn't dogs lick their owners on their faces and mouths all the
time? It might not be a very hygienic thing to do, but Harry didn't really care
about that. He'd sucked Moony's cock more times than he could remember. It was
a bit too late to start worrying about hygiene now.
Clearing his throat, Sirius reached for the book that had fallen shut between
them. "So, was that what you wanted?"
"Yes," Harry said, while he really wanted so much more to scratch his itch. He
was feeling desperate for release. The urge to just reach inside his robes and
stroke himself to climax almost too powerful to ignore. He wanted to have sex,
needed to be fucked, and he shifted on the couch uncomfortably.
"Okay." Sirius opened his book, skimming through it to find the page he'd left
off.
It ached inside of Harry, as if a thousand nifflers were burrowing in his mind,
trying to dig their way out. It hurt, and Harry clenched his jaw, feeling cold
sweat on his forehead, and jolts of stinging pain in his sac. He needed it.
Needed Moony. Needed Moony to fuck him. Now.
"Another headache?" Sirius gave him a worried glance, brushing Harry's hair off
his forehead with the tips of his fingers.
"Yeah," Harry said. It was another headache, but stronger now, much stronger
than the ones he'd had during the past three weeks. They'd fire-called Madam
Pomfrey about the headaches and the sudden bolts of nausea that hit
occasionally, but she'd said that it was probably just the concussion Harry had
suffered, and that he needed more rest.
"Are you all right? You look as pale as a ghost."
Harry snorted, and then smiled at Sirius. "It's not as if I'm getting a lot of
sun in here, now is it?"
Sirius returned his smile, sliding his arm across Harry's shoulder again,
giving him a comforting squeeze. "Get some rest." Sirius brushed his lips
across Harry's temple, and Harry thought he could feel them linger there for a
second, and he was so tempted to grab the sides of Sirius' face and pull him
down in a fierce kiss. It ached. It ached so badly.
But Sirius pulled back, and Harry got up, swallowing back bile while dizziness
rose in his mind. "Good night," he mumbled as he tried to walk to the door as
normally as he could.
"Sleep well." Sirius gave him one last worried glance before turning his
attention back to his book.
Harry rushed up the stairs, Moony running past him straight into his bedroom.
Harry closed the door behind him, almost slamming it but remembering Sirius at
the last moment, and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Kicking off his shoes and shedding his robes and pushing down his Y-fronts,
Harry reached for the jar of lotion on his nightstand, breathing irregularly,
which only made him dizzier. It ached, and Harry had learned over these past
three weeks that only Moony's cock could make it feel better. Moony's cock
buried deep inside him while Harry stroked himself to climax.
Harry lay down, raised his knees to his chest, his arse exposed, and Moony
tried to mount him, but Harry pushed him away.
"Just... a... sec," he panted, scooping up a large amount of lotion from the
jar, not caring that it fell to the floor, and driving two slick fingers inside
his hole. Moony was panting as well, nudging his nose against Harry's hand in a
silent plea to hurry, and Harry could see the wolf thrust his hips, humping dry
air.
"Now," Harry groaned, pulling his fingers out of his arse, not caring if he'd
prepared himself properly, because it ached and only Moony's cock would make it
stop. He pushed his arse over the edge of the bed a bit more, giving Moony
enough room to enter him as the wolf raised his front legs onto the bed on
either side of Harry's shoulders.
Harry bit down on his fist to stifle a cry when he felt Moony's prick slide
inside him. He bucked his hips back against the wolf, his free hand curling
around his own pulsing cock, stroking it fast and rough.
"Fuck me hard, Moony... please, I need it hard."
Moony complied, his massive head lowered, and growled softly into Harry's ear.
The wolf thrust his hips wildly and without holding any of his inhuman strength
back, and Harry bit his lips and his tongue to silence the cries of near
release that wanted to escape his mouth.
The pain inside him transformed into something that was more than pleasure,
more intense and more satisfying. Harry was himself now, his mind as clear as
the sky the day Moony had rescued him. He trembled beneath Moony's strength and
the force with which the wolf drove his cock in and out of his sore hole.
But Harry didn't feel any of that pain, because the ache was gone, finally, and
he wrapped his legs around Moony's hips, pulling the wolf even closer, urging
him in even deeper. It was brutal, it was unnaturally brutal, and it was just
what Harry needed.
"Moony, Moony, Moony," he chanted over and over again, wanting to crawl inside
the wolf, wanting the wolf to fuck his way inside him, because they were one,
and only when Moony fucked him without mercy were they whole.
Harry didn't know how long it lasted, had lost all sense of time under the
onslaught of Moony's cock, but even if it lasted an eternity, it would still
end too soon. His sac drew up, sending what felt like liquid fire up his cock,
and Harry bit down on Moony's furry throat when he spurted hot and wet over his
belly.
Scraping his teeth across Harry's shoulder, Moony growled low and soft, and
thrust so hard into Harry that his body slid further up the bed. Then the wolf
stiffened, and filled Harry with his release, his hips convulsing and his cock
pulsing inside Harry's arse.
Moony stayed buried inside of Harry for a long time after they'd both stopped
panting and trembling. Harry didn't want him to pull out, wanted to feel
Moony's cock throb softly inside his arse for the rest of the day and week and
month and --
Footsteps.
Hurried footsteps on the stairs.
Gasping, Harry pushed Moony off, and the wolf slipped out of him, his cock
still so engorged it tore at the tight ring of muscles, but Harry didn't care,
because there were footsteps coming closer. He barely had time to roll onto the
bed completely and cover his privates before the door burst open and Sirius
hurried inside, waving a piece of parchment.
"Dumbledore called! They managed --"
Sirius stopped dead in his tracks and looked from the spilled jar of lotion on
the floor and Harry's come-covered belly to Harry's face. And blushed.
"Oh, fuck. Did I interrupt you?" Sirius shook his head while he ran his fingers
across his pursed lips.
Harry glanced down at the strings of come on his body. "'S okay. I was just
finished." Distractedly, he reached for the tissues he kept on his nightstand,
still not quite understanding why Sirius was there or what he was trying to
say.
"Great!" Sirius stepped up to the bed and flapped the sheet of parchment above
Harry's face. "We've got the counter-hex!" He turned to Moony, who was lying on
his pile of blankets, head tucked between his legs as he was cleaning his
prick. Sirius didn't seem to find the sight of that odd at all, and gave the
wolf a wide grin. "Come on, you great big mutt. Time to make you a man."
Wiping at the mess on his belly, Harry still wasn't sure what Sirius wanted of
him. There was something about Moony. Sirius wanted to take Moony away from
him. He couldn't take Moony away from him. Moony and he were together, weren't
they? And why was Moony getting up, stretching his long legs and walking to
Sirius? Moony wasn't supposed to go away. It was supposed to last forever,
wasn't it?
"Come on, Harry, I need your help. Get your wand." Sirius threw the discarded
robes at Harry and stood impatiently in the doorway. Harry pulled his robes on,
his body responding to Sirius' wishes while his mind was still reeling from his
recent fuck.
It ached, and only Moony could make it go away.
Moony was gone, Harry noted, as he looked around his bedroom, standing up on
unsteady legs, checking if his wand was still tucked away in the pocket of his
robes.
It didn't ache now, since Moony had just taken it away, but Harry knew the pain
would return, an unbearable itch only Moony could scratch.
Why did Sirius want to take Moony away from him?
Moony was his. And he was Moony's. They'd mated. They fucked. Moony took the
ache away.
"Let's go. I'm sure Remus can't wait to be himself again."
Who was Remus?
Harry let Sirius lead him down the hallway, down the stairs, into the drawing
room. Harry was sure he'd heard of Remus. He just didn't understand what it had
to do with Moony. Why did Remus matter? All that mattered was Moony and Harry
and the full moon and wet grass beneath their paws and the scent of prey thick
in the night's air and running and howling and mating --
"Harry?" Sirius shook his shoulder. "You're not sleepwalking, are you?"
"Huh?"
"Harry, snap out of it!" Sirius shook him roughly and Harry blinked, the
tranquility in his mind suddenly replaced by bitter reality, and he realized
where he was and why he was there. He slapped Sirius' hand away irritably.
"I'm okay. I was just... sleeping or something," he muttered, glaring down at
the floor. He knew he was lying. He knew he hadn't been sleeping. But he didn't
know what it had been other than him and Moony and whole and complete.
Sirius eyed him warily, but then nodded. "All right. Let's do this." He stepped
closer to Harry again, showing him the piece of parchment. Harry recognized
Sirius' handwriting, but the words themselves had little meaning to him.
"I'll cast the counter-hex, but I need you to stand by in case something goes
wrong. Dumbledore assured me nothing will, but you never know. So, if Moony
responds... unfavorably, I need you to stun him. Can you do that?"
"Yes," Harry whispered, meanwhile wondering how angry Sirius would get with him
if he grabbed the sheet of parchment and threw it in the fire.
Harry looked around the room, but nothing seemed familiar. The large, soft
couch didn't look inviting, the fire in the hearth didn't feel warm at all, and
the heavy, blue drapes that shielded the windows no longer made him feel safe.
Harry wondered how he'd ever been able to think of this place as home.
It wouldn't be home without Moony.
Even if they got Remus back in return.
"Ready?" Sirius asked, taking out his wand and pointing it at Moony, who was
sitting beside the couch, watching them curiously.
No, he wasn't ready. Even if he'd known that his time with Moony wouldn't last,
Harry wasn't ready. He thought about begging Sirius not to do it. Give them one
more night, or a week, or just until he had to return to Hogwarts. He wanted to
yell at Sirius that he couldn't do it, shouldn't do it, that he had no right to
take Moony away from him. But Sirius had every right to get his lover back. And
Remus had every right to be himself again.
So Harry nodded, grabbing his wand, fingers clenched around it so tightly it
hurt. He glanced at Moony, and the wolf looked back at him, looking for all the
world as if nothing was about to change, his long tail wagging over the floor,
his mouth opened just a bit so the tip of his tongue was visible.
Swallowing back the frustrated scream he really wanted to let out, Harry looked
away and stared at the floor, forcing himself to focus on the cracks between
the wooden boards so he wouldn't have to see his Moony disappear.
It already started to itch again, slow, tiny stabs behind his eyes, inside his
chest, around his sac. It itched, and it would ache, and Moony would never be
there again to make it go away.
Sirius chanted, and Harry heard it, but didn't, his thoughts and desires
somehow disconnected from his body that just stood there in the drawing room,
empty and useless. Not his. Not without Moony. There were sounds all around
him, torturous cries, bones breaking, flesh tearing, but Harry didn't hear it,
tried very hard not to hear it, squeezing his wand so tightly he wondered if it
would snap.
Silence, save for ragged breathing.
Moony was gone.
Harry didn't have to look up to know it, because he felt it. There was
something missing from him, as if someone had stripped the flesh off his bones,
and he felt alone, so very alone, as if he were the last living person in this
world.
Sirius moved. Harry saw it from the corner of his eyes, how his godfather
stepped to the couch and crouched down. He didn't want to look, really didn't
want to see that Moony wasn't there anymore, but something made him turn his
head, something strong and indescribable that pulled on his neck like a leash.
Remus.
His skin looked so pale and scarred, countless welts standing out against
smooth, muscled flesh, covered with soft brown hairs on his chest and crotch.
Harry couldn't not look as Sirius ran his hand through Remus' silver-streaked
brown hair, Remus leaning against Sirius' chest with his eyes closed, still
gasping for breath.
The fire in the hearth started to feel a bit warmer again, until Remus snapped
his eyes open, staring straight at Harry. He knew those eyes. They were Moony's
eyes, the same shade of warm amber, and Harry wondered why he'd never noticed
before how beautiful Remus' eyes were.
Perhaps he wasn't so alone after all, and Harry took a tentative step towards
his godfather and his lover.
"How could you, Harry?" Remus croaked, pale fingers tightening around Sirius'
arm. "How could you let Moony do that to you?"
It ached, and it would never go away again. Harry felt anger rising, bitter and
poisonous, and he gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes against the itch and
the pain and the fury that possessed every cell of his empty body. "I didn't do
anything. You started it!"
Sirius looked startled by Harry's words, and he stopped stroking Remus' hair,
looking down at his lover in utter confusion. "What is he --"
"That wasn't me!" Remus tried to pull himself up, but was obviously still too
weak to support himself. So he leaned on Sirius' shoulder, gleaming eyes fixed
on Harry. "As if I would ever touch you like that."
The hot fury was gone now, replaced by something so cold, Harry was sure he
stood frozen on the spot. He couldn't speak, couldn't breathe, couldn't even
feel the icy feeling of rejection burrow itself deep inside his chest.
"Wait... what... touch him? Remus?" Sirius pulled back from his lover, and
Remus was forced to grab the armrest of the couch to hold himself upright.
Alone. He wanted to be all alone, so Harry turned to run from the room, but
Sirius was quicker and grabbed his wrist, pulling him back none too gently.
"Mind telling me what's going on, Harry?" Sirius whispered, his voice thick and
urgent. Harry stared at the floor, because maybe if he didn't answer, Sirius
might let go of him. But Sirius' fingers tightened around his wrist, and Harry
could feel his godfather's impatient breaths on his face.
"Moony infected him."
Remus' voice had been nothing more than a whisper, but it sounded through the
room as if it had been magnified by a thousand Sonorus spells. Still, Harry had
trouble hearing what Remus had just said, and he looked up, seeing rather than
feeling that Sirius had let go of him and was standing between him and Remus,
looking as alone as Harry felt.
"But..." Sirius looked up, and Harry could see the desperation in his eyes.
"Why didn't you tell me Moony bit you, Harry?"
"Because Moony didn't bite him," Remus answered for him while Harry worried his
bottom lip. Leaning his forehead against the couch, Remus took a few deep
breaths. "A werewolf's saliva and semen are infectious and --"
"But how --"
"Merlin, how dense can you be, Sirius?" Remus snapped, glaring up at his lover.
"His rectum! Harry got infected through his rectum because he's spent the last
three weeks letting Moony fuck him!"
Now it was silence that rang through the room and echoed in Harry's ears. He
still felt empty inside, save for the insistent itch spreading through his skin
and a thin layer of ice that was forming inside his chest. He didn't understand
what Remus was saying, because he didn't want to understand it, because if he
did understand it, it might be true. And it couldn't be true.
"Go to your room."
Harry blinked up at Sirius, who looked murderous, much like he had done in the
Shrieking Shack all those years ago. It triggered something inside Harry,
something that felt an awfully lot like fear, but could just as well be
rejection because Harry had never seen Sirius look at him with so much
disappointment clear in his eyes.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know," he whispered, diverting his gaze, feeling small and
meaningless and very much like the freak the Dursleys had always said he was.
"GO TO YOUR ROOM. NOW!"
Without looking back, Harry fled the room. He couldn't stand seeing Remus lying
broken on the floor because of something he had done. Couldn't stand hearing
Sirius scream at him because of something he had done. Knowing he'd
disappointed his godfather was enough to make Harry want to curl up in a dark
corner and hope the world would forget about him. And somehow he'd hurt Remus
too, and that knowledge was unbearable, because Harry had seen Moony in Remus'
eyes.
With every step he took up the stairs, Harry became more and more convinced
that he didn't belong there anymore. Moony was gone, and Remus had made it very
clear that he didn't want to touch Harry and Sirius was angry with him and
disappointed in him and had told him to go away.
The icy feelings melted under hot swirls of anger and rage and hate and
jealousy. Harry stomped into his bedroom, slamming the door shut, not caring
that the picture of his parents Sirius had put up on his wall fell to the
floor, the frame shattering into a thousand pieces.
They didn't want him, and Harry sure as hell didn't want them, because they
were together and he was alone and he hoped they would choke on their love and
Remus was a lying bastard anyway because Moony wouldn't have infected him. He
kicked his trunk open, and started throwing his meager possession into it.
He would leave and never come back and everyone could just go fuck themselves
because he didn't owe anyone a goddamn thing. He'd risked his life for this
stupid wizarding world more times than he could remember, and all they did for
him was lock him up and make decisions for him he could very well make on his
own and he wasn't infected because Moony would never, ever do that to him.
He yanked his wardrobe open and pulled his robes out, stuffing them on top of
his books. He'd just leave and empty his vault and disappear and be alone
without people locking him up and making decisions for him. He'd been alone all
his life, because even his friends had their own families and people they loved
and his godfather didn't want him anymore, anyway.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Harry didn't turn around, didn't want to see Sirius standing in the doorway,
didn't want to see all that anger and disappointment even though he could hear
it in Sirius' voice all the same.
"I'm leaving," he said with determination while he threw his socks and Y-fronts
in his trunk.
"Like hell you are." Sirius stood next to him in an instant, grabbed an armful
of robes from his trunk, and threw them back inside the wardrobe.
"You can't stop me. I'll be of age in less than a week!" Harry glared up at
Sirius, and grabbed a robe to stuff it back in his trunk, but Sirius grabbed
the other end and tried to pull it from his hands.
"You want to try me?" Sirius snarled. "Because there is no way in hell I'm
letting you leave in this condition."
"There is no condition!" Harry yelled, pulling on the robe viciously, hearing
the fabric tear. "Moony would never... Remus was just... Remus is just lying!"
"No, I'm not," came a quiet voice from the doorway.
"But..." Harry started, feeling all the strength and energy drain from him, the
robe falling from his weak fingers. "But Moony would never... you have to be."
Remus stepped inside the bedroom, giving Harry a grave smile. Harry looked at
him, noting the patched robes and the calculated steps and Moony's eyes, and he
couldn't muster the strength to battle Sirius who was unloading his trunk, face
set in a determined mask.
"I wish I could say I was lying about this, Harry." Remus sat down on the edge
of the bed, and ran a hand across the sheets, his gaze darting across the room
and landing on Harry. "Come sit with me. I think I owe you a couple of
explanations."
Feeling lost, because there wasn't any hot fury or icy rejection swirling
inside him anymore, only bitter reality catching up with him, Harry nodded and
stepped up to the bed reluctantly. He sat down next to Remus, a safe distance
between them, and tried not to think that Moony was once again there on his bed
with him, even if it wasn't exactly Moony. Still, Remus' proximity caused the
itch inside Harry's mind and belly and sac to play up, and he shifted on the
bed, staring down at his folded hands resting on his knees.
"Sirius, if you could..." Remus gestured towards the bed and Sirius scowled,
but dumped the pile of books he'd just picked up from the trunk on the small
desk, and sat down on Harry's other side, arms crossed firmly over his chest.
"Very well." Remus shifted a bit so he could look at Harry. Not that Harry was
looking at him, because he still had his gaze fixed on his lap.
"As I said, a werewolf's saliva and semen are infectious. Normally, someone
gets infected because a werewolf's saliva enters his bloodstream when he is
bitten."
"But Moony didn't bite me," Harry objected weakly, glancing up at Remus.
"No, he didn't. But both his saliva and semen managed to infect you in another
way. Through your rectum, which absorbs certain things like viruses. And when
Moony... took you the first time, you were bleeding inside your anus. Just a
couple of small wounds, but the virus had every chance to infect you --"
"Bloody hell, Harry," Sirius interrupted, throwing his hands up. "If you wanted
to have sex so desperately, why didn't you come to me?"
Harry looked up at his godfather with wide eyes, and swallowed audibly.
Sirius shrugged. "It would have been a better idea than shagging a bloody
werewolf."
"I've never heard you complaining about shagging a bloody werewolf before,
Sirius," Remus said calmly, and Sirius snorted.
"Shagging a... an animal. You know what I mean." Sirius scowled at his lover,
who gave him an amused smile in return, expression mild and teasing.
"I've never heard you complain about sex with animals before, either. As a
matter of fact, I can recall a few nights in the Shack when you had no problems
at all shagging me as Padfoot --"
"That was your idea," Sirius muttered.
"It was my idea, yes, but you didn't seem to have any problems with it."
Harry looked back and forth between Sirius and Remus, and tried to grasp what
they were saying. The image of Remus being fucked by Padfoot was a very
arousing one for some reason, and Harry quickly crossed his legs to hide his
growing erection. While Sirius muttered something unintelligible under his
breath, Harry couldn't stop staring at Remus. "Did you... have... um... sex
with Padfoot?"
Remus blushed and was obviously trying not to grin. "Well, if you change into a
large canine once a month, you get curious about certain things."
"So you don't... hate me for doing those things with Moony... um... you?" Harry
whispered, and Remus put his hand on Harry's thigh, giving it a comforting
squeeze.
"Of course I don't hate you. About what I said downstairs, I didn't mean that I
wouldn't want to touch you, Harry. I just meant that I wouldn't touch you
because it would be inappropriate. I'm twice your age, your godfather's lover,
your former professor --"
"I get it," Harry sighed, not sure if he did, because Remus was Moony, and
Moony had touched him all right. "But why didn't you..." Harry couldn't finish
his sentence, couldn't find the words he needed to ask all the questions that
haunted his mind.
"Why didn't I stop Moony?" Remus offered, and Harry nodded. "I wish I could
have stopped him. I wish I could have influenced that part of Moony's mind."
Remus buried his face in his hands, his elbows resting on his knees, and Harry
had the urge to stroke his back, but didn't, not sure if contact like that was
welcome or not.
"You have to understand, Harry, that even though I was there, in Moony's mind,
I didn't have full control over him. I could keep his violent side back, yes.
But there was nothing I could do about his instincts, his natural urges. Like
the urge to mate and reproduce."
Remus looked up at Harry, his tousled brown hair hanging in front of his eyes.
Moony's eyes, Harry noticed once again.
"Moony saw you as one of his pack. He had the urge to protect you and to mate
with you and to infect you. That first time, Harry, he was rough on purpose. He
wanted you to become a werewolf. And those instincts were so strong that I
could do nothing about it but watch. And feel."
"Merlin, Remus, if this comes out, they'll throw your arse into Azkaban,"
Sirius said, most of the anger drained from his expression, now only looking
concerned and a tad desperate.
"If I'm lucky, they'll throw me in Azkaban," said Remus bitterly. "If I'm not,
I'll get to meet the sharp end of Walden Macnair's ax. There's a death penalty
for infecting a human being."
"No," Harry gasped. He still wasn't really grasping the fact that he'd been
infected or what that meant for him, but the idea of losing Remus, either to
Azkaban or to death, was very clear and very unwelcome. "They can't do that.
You did nothing wrong. It was my fault!"
"Hush, Harry." Sirius put his hand on Harry's shoulder. "If it's anyone's
fault, it's mine. I should have explained things better. I thought I did, but
maybe I just figured you'd know. And bloody hell, I should have seen the signs.
Your headaches, and the way you behaved these last few weeks. I should have --"
"It's no one's fault, Padfoot." Remus put his hand on Harry's other shoulder.
"Besides, it's too late now to point fingers. We'll have to deal with it in the
best way we can."
"We'll have to tell Dumbledore," Sirius stated.
"No!" Harry didn't want Dumbledore to know that he'd got himself infected. He
didn't want to have to explain how and why he'd got himself infected. And he
surely didn't want to risk having Remus taken away from them.
"Dumbledore has to know, Harry. He's always known about me and was very helpful
when I was still at school. Besides, we need the Wolfsbane Potion for you."
"I could brew that," Sirius offered, but Remus frowned at him.
"Sirius, I know you were good in Potions, but you haven't touched a cauldron in
over fifteen years. And the Wolfsbane Potion is a very complicated potion to
brew. We'll need Snape's expertise for that, especially since Harry got
infected in the way he did."
"What do you mean, infected in the way I did?" Harry asked.
"I've read all there is to read on werewolves, but I've never heard of a case
before where someone got infected because he mated with a wolf. And from what I
could see, you're responding much differently than I do to the infection. Sure,
I get horny as hell during the days around the full moon, but it seems so much
more intense for you." Remus gave Harry a worried glance. "What do you feel,
Harry?"
"It hurts," Harry mumbled, suddenly very aware that both Remus and Sirius were
staring at him intently. "It aches and it only goes away when Moony... um...
fucks me. But the pain always comes back again."
"Does it ache now?" Remus asked softly, leaning closer so Harry could feel his
warm breath on his ear.
"No, but it itches. It always starts as an itch, and then it aches, and then I
need it."
"Hmm. I've never heard of that before," Remus mused. "I usually feel weak and
tired and very horny before the full moon, but it never aches. It must have
something to do with how you got infected, although I don't think it will
influence your transformation."
Transformation.
That word hit Harry in the head with the force of ten bludgers, and it suddenly
all became clear.
"I'm a werewolf, aren't I?" he whispered as the world seemed to disappear from
under him, and he was falling through darkness since there was nothing left.
But then there were arms, strong arms catching him.
Harry tightened his fingers in Remus' robes, pressing himself against a warm,
firm body while he felt an equally warm, firm body embrace him from behind.
Sirius and Remus had their arms wrapped around him, and secured him to the bed,
to the present, to reality. Harry buried his face in the nape of Remus' neck,
feeling Sirius' face leaning on his shoulder.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered against rough skin, his breath hitching. He didn't
deserve them. Didn't deserve to have Sirius and Remus hold him and stroke his
back and his arms and his head. It was all his own stupid fault, fucking up his
own life and endangering Remus' and betraying Sirius' trust. He didn't deserve
them.
"You're not alone in this, Harry," Sirius whispered against his ear.
But he was so very grateful that he had them nonetheless.
"There's nothing to be sorry about. It happened. There's nothing we can change
about that now." Remus pulled back a little and cupped Harry's chin, looking
him in his eyes. "We'll get you through this, don't worry. Yes, it's painful,
and yes, you'll be leading a double life from now on, but it is not the end of
the world. Trust me."
Harry nodded and rubbed his cheek against Remus' shoulder. He did trust Remus.
And Sirius. And he believed them when they said he wasn't alone.
"And don't forget that you're dealing with Marauders here. We managed to keep
Moony's secret for all those years. I'm sure we can keep this one as well."
Sirius' voice was tainted with pride and a certain smugness that Harry had come
to associate with his godfather whenever he spoke about their days at school.
Sirius nuzzled the short hairs just above his neck and rubbed his back. Harry
curled into those touches, letting out a satisfied sigh until the itch
returned, persistent and almost aching.
Squeezing his eyes shut, Harry tensed between the two bodies that had felt so
wonderful and warm and safe just moments before, but which were now a cause of
discomfort, because they were so close and yet not close enough.
"Is it aching again?" Remus asked, stroking Harry's cheek with gentle care.
"It's starting to, yes," Harry said, dropping his hands to tighten them in the
sheets beneath them.
"Well, we know what helped you before. Perhaps we should try that again." Remus
glanced over Harry's shoulder at Sirius with a questioning look. Harry couldn't
see his godfather's response, but then Remus smiled and looked at him.
"If you want us to, that is."
"Um..." Harry blinked and licked his lips. "You mean...both of you?"
Remus nodded. "If you don't want that, perhaps there's --"
"Oh, no. It's... um... fine." Harry fidgeted with the sheets, feeling his
cheeks flush and his throat constrict. It was better than fine. It was like an
erotic dream come true. A very erotic dream, and the itch in his sac
intensified while his cock throbbed for attention.
"All right. Let's just see how this goes, shall we?" Remus cupped Harry's face,
running his thumbs over Harry's cheeks, and then lowered his face to press his
lips to Harry's.
Despite his anxiety and even a little embarrassment, Harry opened his mouth and
bravely met Remus' tongue with his own. It was almost familiar to kiss Remus,
because Remus smelled like Moony and even tasted a bit like Moony, but it was
so much better to kiss Remus than Moony, because their mouths fit and Remus'
tongue was soft and slick and swiped around his own tongue in practiced
strokes. Harry released the sheets and curled his hands in Remus' hair, pulling
him closer, opening his mouth wider, eager to taste all he could of Remus.
Then a warm hand slid under his robes and strong fingers grabbed his cock,
stroking the engorged flesh in a teasing rhythm. Harry gasped as he pulled back
from Remus and looked over his shoulder to see Sirius give him a very cheeky
grin.
"I've wanted to do this since the start of this summer." Sirius gave Harry's
prick a gentle squeeze. "No, strike that. I've wanted to do this ever since I
walked in on you last year, playing with yourself."
Moaning, Harry spread his thighs and bucked his hips up, driving his cock
further into Sirius' tight fist. "You have?" he asked in disbelief.
Sirius brushed his lips across Harry's cheek. "I'm only human," he whispered,
and tilted Harry's chin up with his free hand, crushing his lips to his
godson's. Harry's eyes fluttered shut as he leaned back against Sirius, his
hips still impatiently rocking against Sirius' hand, and his tongue seeking the
familiarity of Sirius' mouth. It felt different than kissing Remus, not better
or worse, just different. Remus was forceful but in a very gentle way, while
Sirius was rough and demanding.
Returning the kiss as well and as eagerly as he could, Harry sagged against
Sirius' warm body until he felt fingers pulling on the buttons of his robes.
Feeling high with arousal and the idea of having real sex with two real men,
Harry pulled away from the heated kiss, leaning the back of his head on Sirius'
shoulder to see Remus sitting beside him naked, slowly pulling Harry's robes
off his shoulders.
Sucking his bottom lip between his teeth, Harry glanced down and watched in
anxious fascination how his own pale skin was revealed as his robes fell open
to his sides. For the first time, Harry saw someone else's hand wrapped around
his stiff cock, and the sight of that was surreal and enchanting and hypnotic,
and he forgot to breathe as he watched Sirius' fingers tighten around his
prick, stroking it from root to tip.
Two hands slid up his bare thighs, fingers spread and kneading softly, and
Harry inhaled through clenched teeth. Remus ran the tips of his fingers across
Harry's sac, pushing against it, fondling Harry's testicles in the palm of his
hand.
"Oh fuck," Harry gasped, arching his back when he felt Sirius pinch one of his
sensitive nipples, and he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to Sirius' cheek,
breathing roughly against the stubble on his godfather's skin.
Sirius squeezed the base of his cock, hard this time, before releasing it.
"Take it easy, Harry. There's still a lot more to come." Pinching both his
nipples, Sirius kissed Harry, slow strokes of his tongue across Harry's lips,
and pulled back, reaching for his own robes.
Harry felt dizzy again, but not the kind of dizziness that had plagued him over
the past three weeks. This was the kind that came with the strong urge to rut
and stroke and lick and come, and Harry bucked his hips up helplessly, meeting
nothing but thin air. Remus held on to Harry's hips with both hands, gazing
down at Harry's cock with the same starving look Harry had seen on Moony so
many times. Harry opened his mouth to speak or groan, but nothing came out save
for ragged breaths.
Remus shifted and Harry saw a hard, pulsing cock poking up between Remus'
thighs. It looked just like he had imagined it would: masculine and thick and
with an angry, red head, small, clear drops glistening around the slit. Before
he knew what he was doing, Harry reached out his hand and curled his fingers
around Remus' cock, licking his lips and letting out a very wanton whine.
"Can I...?" Harry glanced up at Remus, who was looking at him with hungry eyes.
"I want to... taste it."
His lips curling up in a mischievous grin, Remus pushed himself back on the
bed, laying down and spreading his legs, and then he nodded at Harry. "You have
a very talented mouth, Harry, so don't hold anything back."
The tiny stab of disappointment he'd felt when he'd been forced to let go of
Remus' cock was quickly replaced with an overwhelming, electrifying feeling
that stirred his blood when Harry saw Remus lying there, spread out for him to
do with as he wanted. Harry didn't even know where to begin, because there was
so much of Remus that he wanted to touch and taste and lick and bite and suck.
Turning around and crawling up the bed until he kneeled between Remus' spread
legs, Harry yanked his glasses off and threw them in the direction of the
nightstand. He wouldn't need them when he devoured Remus whole. Harry didn't
know if it was the infection that made him feel his way or his rampant teenage
hormones, but he wanted to pin Remus to the bed and thrust against him and in
him and drown him in his come.
Remus gave him a sly smile, raising his arms above his head, spreading himself
out even further. "Tell me how you feel, Harry."
"I feel hungry," Harry moaned, without even realizing what he was saying. He
heard fabric moving and then felt the bed dip behind him. Peeking over his
shoulder, he saw Sirius, naked, sitting against the footboard with his knees
drawn up and his thighs spread, stroking himself leisurely while he watched
them through narrowed eyes.
"Tell me what you want to do," Remus whispered.
Harry snapped his gaze back to Remus, taking in his lean form, not as broad and
muscled as Sirius was, but pale, scarred skin that covered slender, tight
muscles on angular bones. "I want to lick you," he breathed.
"Then lick me."
With something that sounded very much like a growl, Harry threw himself at
Remus and attached his mouth to the first piece of flesh he could find: the
side of Remus' throat. He laved his tongue across the rough stubble and the
scarred skin, and felt Remus tangle one hand in his hair, urging his head
lower. Trailing a wet path across Remus' throat, Harry licked his Adam's apple
before mouthing his way further down. He raked his teeth across Remus'
collarbone and licked across his shoulder down to Remus' armpit.
"That's it, Harry. Don't hold it back. Just let it out," Remus groaned, and
Harry lapped across the soft hairs, taking in the familiar scent that was so
much like Moony's. He pulled his head up and stared at Remus, the tips of his
fingers digging into Remus' shoulders.
"I want to bite you," he growled, baring his teeth.
"Then bite me."
The uncomfortable itch had been replaced with a feral urge that inflamed his
nerves and gave him a sense of freedom he hadn't even felt when Moony had
fucked him. He crushed his lips against Remus' chest and found an erect nipple.
Drawing his teeth up and down the small nub, he bit down on the flesh that
surrounded it, making Remus arch his back up and inhale sharply.
Harry dragged his teeth down Remus' chest, feeling angular ribs just below
furry skin. Raking his fingers across Remus' body, Harry tweaked his nipples
while his mouth caressed every scar he found. Not quite realizing what he was
doing, Harry was drawn to a patch of thick, scarred skin on Remus' side, and he
tilted his head up just a bit to look at it. This was *the* scar, he realized.
The wound that had infected Remus, and Harry ran his fingertips across the welt
before darting his tongue out and laving it across that one thing that
connected them more strongly than any blood or family bond ever could.
Hissing, Remus tightened his fingers in Harry's hair, pressing his mouth down
on the marred flesh. Harry could taste blood though he hadn't draw any and
smell a rainy forest while he was indoors. He knew it was the infection, the
connection, that was playing with his mind, but he didn't care because it made
him feel powerful and savage and free.
Lapping at the scar, Harry pressed his hips down to the bed, rubbing his
swollen cock against the crumpled sheets, unable to resist the urgent need to
climax. But then a strong arm reached under his hips, pulling him up, and a
broad hand squeezed his cock.
"Not so fast, Harry," Sirius breathed against his skin while he pressed open-
mouthed kisses on Harry's shoulder.
Lifting his head, eyes closed, Harry could only feel that torturous grip on his
cock, and he bucked his hips in a silent plea for Sirius to stop squeezing and
start stroking, but Sirius was cruel and only squeezed harder.
"Do you want to fuck Remus?" Sirius whispered into his ear, his breath warm and
moist and promising against Harry's skin.
"Y-yes," Harry moaned, slowly opening his eyes to look down at Remus, who gave
him a half-smile in return.
"Do you want to fuck Remus while I fuck you?" Sirius licked the soft spot of
skin just below Harry's ear, making Harry jerk his hips helplessly.
"P-please," Harry whimpered, unable to take his eyes off Remus, who had
released Harry's head and had wrapped his hand around his own cock, holding it
up while running a single finger over the slick head. Harry licked his lips.
"Suck me," Remus ordered, and that firm tone of voice was Harry's undoing, and
he could do nothing but obey it. Gripping Remus' hips, Harry lowered his open
mouth around Remus' prick. Sucking and licking and raking his teeth up the hard
flesh, Harry faintly realized that this was much better than sucking Moony's
erection. It tasted less bitter and the skin was softer and the cock bigger,
and Harry tried to take as much of it into his mouth as he could without
choking. Remus wound his finger in Harry's hair again and urged his head down
further.
"I know you can take more, Harry," Remus breathed, and Harry took more, closing
his eyes against the invading length in his throat.
"Oh yes, that's it. Suck it. Hard."
Remus' tone held some sort of invisible control over Harry, and while he
swallowed around Remus' prick Harry wondered if it was the infection or if he
actually liked to be ordered around like that.
"Spread your legs," Sirius said, running a hand down Harry's back.
Harry began to suspect he just liked being ordered around, because he
immediately obeyed Sirius, eager for anything his godfather wanted to do with
him.
Sirius' long hair tickled his back as Sirius shifted on the bed and settled
between Harry's legs. Holding Harry's hips in place with one hand, Sirius ran
his thumb down between Harry's buttocks, stabbing it against his entrance.
Harry moaned around Remus' cock, pushing his arse back against his godfather's
hand.
"Oh, you're an eager little thing, aren't you?" Sirius breathed against his
lower back, licking his way down, and biting down on the round flesh of Harry's
arse cheek. Taking deep breaths through his nose, Harry worked the underside of
Remus' cock with his tongue, one of his hands trailing down to squeeze Remus'
sac.
"Hold still for a second, Harry," Sirius said, and Harry stiffened, choking
around Remus' cock when he suddenly felt a stream of magic tingle inside his
arse. Gasping for air, Remus' prick slipped from Harry's mouth as he rested his
cheek on Remus' hip, his fingers still playing with the soft skin of Remus'
sac. Remus stroked his hair and grabbed the base of his cock, rubbing the slick
head over Harry's moist lips.
"Just a cleaning spell," Sirius said as he grabbed Harry's arse and parted the
cheeks with his thumbs.
"Moony's saliva and sperm can't infect you orally," Remus said while he lifted
his head off the pillow and gave Sirius an amused smile.
"I know. But it's the principle. Moony's been getting some all this time while
I've been stuck wanking in my room. I have no desire to dab my tongue around in
Moony's spunk."
While Remus rolled his eyes and snorted, Harry wondered what the hell the other
two men were talking about. His ears were pounding and his vision was blurred
and he had a very hard time keeping up with reality while Remus was rubbing the
head of his cock over his face and Sirius was fondling his arse. There was
something about a tongue, and Harry looked up over his shoulder. Surely Sirius
wasn't going to stick his tongue there?
Apparently he was, because there was something warm and wet stabbing at his
entrance, and Harry shivered when it broke through the tight ring of muscles
and stroked the inside of his arse.
"Holy fuck," he gasped, and lowered his face to Remus' hip again, looking up at
Remus with wide eyes.
"You didn't think only Moony likes to lick a tight arse, did you?" Remus asked,
and Harry felt his face flush. Remus snickered, and pressed the head of his
cock against Harry's mouth.
"Just suck on it a bit, and enjoy the ride. Sirius is quite adept with his
tongue."
Sirius let out a grunt of agreement as he worked his lips around Harry's
entrance and slid his tongue in and out of Harry's hole. Sucking the head of
Remus' prick into his mouth, pushing his tongue against the leaking slit, Harry
relaxed and concentrated on the feeling of Sirius' mouth on his arse. It felt
different than Moony doing that to him, because Sirius seemed to know what he
was doing; he didn't just lick, but sucked as well, causing a teasing tension
that tingled all around Harry's lower back.
Too soon all those intense sensations became too much for Harry, and he
released Remus' cock with a soft pop. "Please," he moaned, pushing back against
Sirius' mouth, barely resisting the urge to reach down and stroke himself to
climax. "Please, I need more."
While Sirius pulled back with a final lick over his pucker, Remus pushed
himself up on his elbows and drew his knees up to his body, exposing himself to
Harry who sat back on his haunches, looking at Remus' entrance with wide eyes.
The feral urge was gone, replaced by the realization that he was having sex
with Sirius and Remus, and that notion was both thrilling and scary. Since he
didn't quite feel up to proceeding on his own, Harry felt very grateful when
Sirius reached for the spilled bottle of hand lotion and kneeled down beside
him.
"Now comes a very important part," Sirius whispered conspiratorially.
"Preparation." He scooped up a large amount of lotion from the jar and spread
it over his fingers. Grabbing Harry's left hand with his right, Sirius smeared
the lotion over Harry's fingers as he weaved them together, save for his index
finger, which he pushed against Harry's, holding it up.
Harry watched in amazement as Sirius guided their hands to Remus' pucker, and
pushed both their index fingers inside. Remus clenched his arse around the
intrusion before he relaxed and let out a soft moan. Leaning his chin on
Harry's shoulder, Sirius pushed Harry's finger around inside Remus, and Harry
was surprised at how hot and soft it felt.
"Okay, now we're going to tease his prostate a bit," Sirius whispered while he
nudged Harry's finger up until it pressed against a tiny nub.
"His prosta -- oh, the spot that tingles," Harry said while stroked the tip of
his finger over where he thought that spot was, and from the way Remus inhaled
and clenched his muscles around their fingers Harry figured he'd aimed pretty
well.
"Tingles? I always like to think of it as that amazing little gland that can
turn any grown man into a puddle of goo, but hey, tingles works as well."
Sirius chuckled, but before Harry had the chance to feel embarrassed about his
own statement, he felt something hard and slick press against his own entrance.
Without thinking, he raised his arse, and he felt Sirius push two fingers
inside of him.
Gasping, Harry rocked back against Sirius' hand and shivered at the full
sensation in his arse he'd come to like so much over these last few weeks.
Sirius slid his fingers in and out of Harry's channel with the same rhythm as
their fingers working Remus' hole, and Harry watched how his and his
godfather's digits opened Remus' puckered ring.
"He can take more," Sirius whispered, nudging his middle finger against Harry's
until he raised it. When they pushed their four fingers inside, Remus threw his
head back and bucked down hard, gritting his teeth and letting out a strangled
groan.
"Oh, he likes that, don't you, love?" Sirius teased, pressing a third finger
inside Harry and stroking over his prostate mercilessly.
"Quit teasing and start fucking," Remus growled, and Harry, who was slowly
turning into that puddle of goo Sirius had talked about earlier, whispered: "I
agree."
Biting down on Harry's shoulder and muttering something about impatient mutts,
Sirius pulled their fingers out of Remus, and shifted behind Harry again. Remus
reached for a pillow and pushed it under his hips while Harry gave him a
questioning look.
"It'll make it a bit easier," Remus said, and Sirius spread his three fingers
inside Harry's entrance, making Harry forget what Remus was referring to
anyway. Sirius pushed both of them forward as Harry felt his fingers slip from
his arse, quickly replaced by something big and blunt pressing against his
entrance.
"Just relax," Sirius whispered into his ear, his hair stroking pleasantly over
Harry's shoulder and neck. Taking deep breaths, Harry tried his best to relax
as Sirius pushed his cock forward and breached the tight pucker. Spreading
Harry's legs wider with his knees, Sirius slung his arm around Harry's hips,
and pulled him back, impaling him on his prick. Clawing at the sheets, Harry
trembled under the sudden invasion, opening him up in a way Moony's erection
had never been able to. Sirius' prick was so much bigger than Moony's, and so
much thicker as well, filling Harry in a way he could only describe to himself
as complete.
When he'd sheathed himself inside Harry completely, Sirius stilled, giving
Harry a moment to catch his breath and relax around his cock. Moving both of
them forward a bit more, Sirius wrapped his still slick fingers around Harry's
cock, and stroked it a few times before he grabbed the base and pressed the
shining head against Remus' entrance.
Harry could do nothing else but watch open-mouthed, still reeling that Sirius'
cock was actually buried inside his arse, as his own prick pressed against
Remus' pucker. Letting out a deep breath, Remus grabbed the back of his knees
and pulled his legs up more while Sirius slid Harry's cock inside Remus' body.
"Yesss," Remus hissed, and Harry forgot to breathe as his prick was suddenly
enveloped by Remus' tight, warm hole. He shifted forward, placing his hands on
top of Remus' chest, but still a bit anxious to actually move his cock inside
of Remus' arse.
"And now," Sirius whispered as he leaned down over Harry's back, one arm firmly
wrapped around Harry's waist and the other one pressing down on Harry's hip,
"we fuck."
"Oh, wow," Harry moaned when Sirius pulled both of them back and thrust
forward. It was the most amazing feeling Harry had ever felt, something hard
and hot sliding inside his body while his own cock stabbed inside a tight hole.
The itch was gone and the feral urge was gone and what was left was sheer
pleasure and feeling hot and safe and loved and it was better than Harry had
ever thought sex could be.
He was flying and he was falling and he was living and he didn't even notice
when Sirius stopped moving and he was fucking himself on Sirius' prick while
thrusting forward hard inside Remus because he was too wrapped up in the
brilliance of it all to notice anything but good and great and bloody hot and
hoping he would never come so he would be stuck with Sirius' cock inside his
arse and his prick inside Remus' hole for the rest of his life.
He could hear strangled moans and grunted groans around him, some of which were
probably his own, and he looked at Remus' face, eyes narrowed and mouth opened
and panting, without really seeing it, and he felt Remus stroke his own prick
fast without really feeling it, because he was fucking and he was being fucked
and his cock was throbbing as his sac tightened.
Someone let out a sharp cry, and it took Harry a moment before he realized that
he had been to one to voice his climax so loudly. His cock spurting and his
body convulsing in Sirius' arms, Harry thought he'd pass out as Sirius thrust
inside him savagely. When Sirius stiffened and came and let go of him, Harry
slumped on top of Remus, feeling Remus' warm release slick against his sweaty
skin.
He was soaring so high, Harry thought he might never come down again, and all
he could do was breathe against Remus' chest while his cock softened inside
Remus' arse and Sirius pulled out of him gently.
He breathed and stared at nothing and was happy and there was no ache and no
itch and he was safe and even though he'd fucked up his life, things would be
okay because there were hands stroking his sweat-slicked back and his tousled
hair.
"Do you think we broke him?" he heard Sirius say somewhere in the distance, and
with great effort Harry managed to lift his head and look at his two lovers.
Remus looked back at him with one raised eyebrow and Sirius was lying next to
Remus, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"'M fine," Harry mumbled, and dropped his head to Remus' chest again.
"Come on, Harry. Better to pass out on the bed than on Remus."
He felt hands grab his shoulders and pull him off that wonderful warm body, and
then he was lying on soft sheets and two warm bodies pressed against him from
either side. Shifting on his back, Harry forced his eyes open and stared up at
the ceiling, his mind slowly descending back into his body.
"How are you feeling?" Remus asked, shifting on his side so he could look at
Harry.
"Brilliant," Harry whispered, before grinning so widely his cheeks hurt. He'd
had real sex with real men, and not just any men, but Sirius and Remus,
something he wouldn't have dared hoped for even in his wildest dreams. He
turned his head, and looked from Remus to Sirius and back. "Can we... um... do
this more often?"
"As often as you like," Remus said with a smile, before Sirius cleared his
throat.
"May I remind Mr Potter that his two lovers are not teenagers anymore and thus
need a few hours to recover after a sublime shag like this?"
"Speak for yourself," Remus said with a teasing snort.
"Werewolf stamina doesn't count," Sirius objected, pointing an accusing finger
at Remus. Shifting on his side, Sirius leaned up on his elbow, and pressed a
kiss on Harry's forehead. "It helped you with your itches and aches, didn't it?
Well, it helped me with certain itches as well, so I see no reason not to do it
again."
Harry smiled, leaned up to kiss Sirius' lips, and turned his face to kiss
Remus. While he missed Moony in a way, he had to admit to himself that this was
a much better deal. There they were, all spent and come-covered and sweaty, and
Harry couldn't remember ever feeling this relaxed and sated.
"He'll need a nickname," Remus said, running his fingers through Harry's hair.
"How about imbecile," Sirius suggested, and Harry looked up at his godfather in
mock annoyance.
"I was thinking of dunderhead." Remus gave Harry a very innocent look. Harry
frowned at him in return.
"No, let's not do Snape any favors, shall we?" Sirius ran his hand over Harry's
chest, his brow furrowed, appearing to be deep in thought. "He's a bit of a
Blue Moony, isn't he?"
Remus burst out in laughter, and it was deep and rich and it enveloped Harry
like a warm blanket. He felt Sirius chuckle against him, but he had no idea why
they were laughing.
"What's so funny about that?" he asked in confusion.
"When there are two full moons in one month, the second full moon is known as a
Blue Moon," Remus explained, and Harry snickered.
"It's not so bad," he said, thinking that it would be kind of cool if he were
named after Moony in some way.
"We'll see," said Sirius, mindlessly swirling the tip of his finger around one
of Harry's nipples. "You can't give yourself a nickname. We get to come up with
one for you. I named Remus Moony, and James came up with Padfoot."
At the mention of his father, Harry tensed, feeling a bit anxious all of a
sudden and not sure why. Both Remus and Sirius stayed silent, appearing to be
lost in their own thoughts.
"What would my parents think of this?" Harry asked, and then added as an
afterthought: "Of me?"
Sirius flopped down on his back, running both his hands over his face.
"Honestly, Harry, I haven't a bloody clue what your parents would think of
this, besides that James would have my bollocks for having sex with you, and
Remus' for infecting you."
"Oh," said Harry, blinking up at the ceiling.
"I think your parents would want you to be happy." Remus gave Harry a
reassuring smile. "They wouldn't have wished for this to happen, just as all of
us wish for a lot of things not to happen, but they happen anyway. And all we
can do is deal with them the best we can and move on."
"Yeah," Sirius agreed. "What Remus said."
"Well, I want this," Harry said, his tone determined and his brow furrowed.
"Because it... um... makes me happy. So I hope you want this too."
"We do, Harry. We do." Sirius shifted closer to him and leaned his head against
Harry's, their bodies pressing against each other comfortably. "While I don't
think we'll have any problems rutting away the rest of the summer, we do need a
plan for when you get back to Hogwarts."
Suddenly, Harry didn't look forward anymore to going back to Hogwarts. While he
did want to see his friends again, things would be different. He'd be stuck in
a similar situation as Remus had been all those years ago: having to hide a
side of himself and being forced to lie about that to people. Things would be
so much simpler if he could just stay here, lying snug between Remus and
Sirius, where things were safe and comfortable.
"I think there are plenty of ways to see Harry at Hogwarts, especially around
the days of the full moon, when he'll need us the most to help with certain...
urges." Remus grinned at Harry, who nodded silently. "We could ask Dumbledore
to set up a warded floo connection between this house and the Shrieking Shack.
There are countless possibilities to deal with this."
"It's just one more year," Sirius whispered and nuzzled Harry's ear. "We'll
find a safe way. You won't be alone, don't you worry."
"Thanks," Harry said, feeling so grateful he could feel himself choke up, but
he swallowed it back immediately.
"I could sleep for a week," Remus said as he pressed a kiss to Harry's shoulder
before burying his nose in Harry's hair and closing his eyes.
"Hmm," Sirius agreed, and Harry closed his eyes as well, snuggling between two
warm bodies. He didn't even have to clear his mind, because for some odd
reason, his mind had never been as clear as this before.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Buckbeak tilted his head to the side and gave Harry a curious look when he
stepped inside the hippogriff's room.
"I've got some bacon left over from breakfast," Harry said while he put the
plate down in front of Buckbeak. Sniffing the bacon carefully, Buckbeak took a
bite and started chomping down the food.
Harry sat down on the bed, watching the hippogriff eat, letting his thoughts
drift off to all that had happened these past twenty-four hours.
When they'd awakened late that morning, Harry had felt awkward. It had been the
first time he'd ever woken up next to someone else after all, and it hadn't
been just anyone, but Sirius and Remus. But both men hadn't shown any signs of
being uncomfortable about what had happened, and after a few good morning hugs
and kisses they'd all moved to the bathroom to shower and shave and get
dressed.
Sirius had cooked breakfast and they'd eaten it in the kitchen, making small
talk. Neither Sirius nor Remus brought up the events of the previous night, and
while Harry did want to talk about it, he didn't feel confident enough with the
whole situation to bring it up.
So he'd excused himself, needing a bit of time alone to let everything sink in.
He was a werewolf.
That idea seemed too surreal and abstract to comprehend. He was going to change
into a violent beast once a month, which could only be contained by a potion
Snape had to brew for him.
It had been his own stupidity that got him infected. Harry couldn't blame
Moony, because the wolf had only acted out of instinct. And he couldn't blame
Remus either, since he'd not had any control over that part of himself. He
could only blame himself for not realizing that werewolves could infect people
in other ways than the often-fatal bite. All he had thought was that as long as
Moony didn't bite him, things would be okay.
Saliva. Semen. How could he have not realized that it was infectious?
Harry shook his head, rubbing his palms over his thighs. It still seemed hard
to believe that he was a werewolf, since he'd not transformed yet. Up until now
it had only manifested itself in odd physical discomforts like his headaches,
and those strange urges that itched and ached and had made him feel so savage
for a moment that previous night when Remus had offered himself to him.
So he was a werewolf. Harry supposed there were worse things in the world that
could have happened to him. He remembered Neville, and that his friend had lost
his only remaining family. In Harry's eyes, that was a far worse thing to
happen than to become a werewolf. At least he still had Sirius. And now he had
Remus, as well. He had the both of them in a way he'd never thought he'd ever
have them.
But that was part of what caused Harry to feel so insecure about things. Why
did Sirius and Remus want him? Harry was sure they just felt guilty about what
had happened. They probably just pitied him. Because why else would two men
like Sirius and Remus want him -- scrawny, four-eyed, inexperienced, stupid
Harry Potter -- when they could just be happy together?
Harry sighed and leaned his chin on his hands, elbows digging into his knees.
A soft knock on the door startled him, and he looked up to see it open. Remus
peered inside, giving Harry a small smile.
"Mind if I join you?"
Harry sat up, looking down at his shoes. "No, not at all."
Closing the door softly behind him, Remus nodded at Buckbeak, and sat down next
to Harry. Still not looking up, Harry tensed when he felt the mattress dip
beside him, not sure why he felt uncomfortable with Remus' presence. A small,
insistent voice nagged in the back of his mind, telling him that Remus had
probably sought him out to tell him he regretted what had happened the previous
night and that he and Sirius didn't want to be with him again in that way.
"The full moon is in less than a week."
Harry looked up, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose with a
trembling finger. "Yeah, I know. It's on my birthday."
Nodding, Remus took a deep breath, taking his time to exhale, and turned to
look at Harry. "I wish I could have given you something other than this as a
birthday present. For what it's worth, Harry, I'm sorry."
"Don't," Harry said, raising his hand and furrowing his brow. "It's not your
fault. I should have known better. But like you said yesterday, it happened.
Can't change anything about that now."
"No, we can't. We can only deal with it." Remus pursed his lips and gave Harry
a questioning look. "How are you feeling?"
"Okay. A bit tired." Harry wasn't lying, technically, since he didn't feel an
itch or an ache at that moment. He just chose not to mention certain things
that worried him, even if Remus might be inquiring after those as well. "I miss
Moony, though," he whispered, not sure why he said that, other than that he did
miss his lupine friend.
"You'll see Moony again." Remus shifted closer to him, and Harry tried very
hard not to flinch or pull away when Remus put his hand on his thigh. "And
until you do I can offer myself as a meager replacement, and throw Sirius in as
an added bonus."
Remus smiled, his eyes gleaming just a bit, betraying his amusement, but it
unsettled Harry, who didn't find it amusing at all.
"But why?" he asked, his voice louder and harsher than he had meant it to be.
"Why do you and Sirius all of a sudden want to do... that with me?"
Much to Harry's surprise, Remus didn't pull away or get angry with him or tell
him to calm down. Remus' smile just grew bigger, even a little teasing.
"You're worried that what happened last night was just a pity fuck?"
Harry shrugged. "Well, yeah, because neither you nor Sirius have ever shown any
interest in me before. Not that I can blame you, I mean, look at me!"
Remus laughed, and Harry wanted to hurt him for it, because now Remus was
obviously making fun of him, and Harry wasn't in the least bit amused.
"Oh, Harry, if you only knew," Remus said, and squeezed Harry's thigh.
"I don't know," Harry muttered, glaring down at Remus' offending hand.
"If you only knew how long Sirius has been attracted to you," Remus continued,
and Harry snapped his gaze up, looking at Remus with wide eyes. "Oh yes, Harry.
Your godfather has been having inappropriate thoughts about you for a long
time."
"Since last summer," Harry whispered, remembering what Sirius had said last
night when his godfather had fisted his cock.
"That's what he told you, but in reality it's been much longer than that."
Remus licked his lips and ran his hand through Harry's hair. "He's just never
acted on it, because it wouldn't have been appropriate. You were far too young,
and he really didn't want to feel that way about you, since he's your
godfather, and he thought he'd be letting James and Lily down if he treated you
like anything other than a godson."
Harry kept looking at Remus with wide eyes, listening, and leaning into Remus'
touch without even realizing he was doing so.
"It was why he compared you to James for a while. Sirius hoped that if he could
think of you as another James, his feelings for you would pass. When I asked
him about his behavior, he confessed his feelings and we had a couple of long
talks about that subject. I managed to convince him that he shouldn't treat you
like that merely because he was having feelings for you."
"But," Harry sputtered, overwhelmed by the knowledge that Sirius had liked him
that way, had wanted him that way, ever since his fifth year at Hogwarts.
"Sirius loves you."
"Yes, he does," Remus said, now running his fingers over the back of Harry's
neck, which made Harry shiver in a rather pleasurable way. "But it's possible
to love more than one person that way. Sirius loves you very much, Harry. Never
doubt that."
"I won't," Harry whispered, feeling an odd warmth spread through his chest,
knowing that Sirius did love him that way. And Harry realized that during the
course of this summer, he'd come to love Sirius in that way as well. Sirius
wasn't his father or his uncle or his brother, but a man Harry felt attracted
to and trusted and loved.
"How about you?" he asked, worrying his bottom lip, unsure if such a question
was perhaps too straightforward.
"I've always been very fond of you. I've watched you grow up from a strong,
competent boy into a strong, competent young man. I just never allowed myself
to think anything else of you than that." Remus caressed Harry's cheek, leaning
his face closer so he could press his lips in Harry's tousled hair. "Until this
summer."
Closing his eyes, Harry held his breath, wanting to hear Remus say more and
wanting Remus to stay quiet, because it still wasn't clear to him if Remus
wanted him in that way or not. His hand slipped across his own leg between
Remus' thighs, seeking the warmth he so desperately wanted to feel burning in
his chest, just as it had done for Sirius. "What... happened this summer?" he
breathed, feeling Remus nuzzle his ear while an arm slid across his shoulders,
pulling him closer.
"Moony is what happened. I might not have controlled every part of Moony's
mind, but I was there, Harry. I felt everything, I heard everything, I tasted
everything. How could I not have fallen for you?"
The itch had returned, but it was a good itch, awakening his cock and taking
over the control of his hand, making it creep up Remus' thigh until it pressed
against the outline of Remus' hard prick.
Remus was hard for him.
That knowledge plus Remus' words were enough to ignite the burning heat in his
chest, spreading through his whole body when Remus cupped his groin, pressing
his palm against Harry's engorged cock. Tilting his head, Harry pressed his
mouth to Remus' and kissed him, his lips moving in slow sweeps over Remus', and
Harry didn't think he would ever doubt Remus again.
"I'm not Moony," Remus whispered against Harry's lips after he'd pulled back
from their kiss. Harry grinned, and darted his tongue out to give Remus' bottom
lip a teasing lick.
"I know. You're much better than Moony." Harry wanted to kiss Remus again, but
Remus pulled back, pressing his fingers to Harry's lips.
"Before this gets out of hand, I wanted to discuss a few things with you."
"Okay," Harry sighed, willing blood from his erection back to his brain so he
could concentrate on what Remus was going to say to him rather than on the idea
of having sex with the other man.
"About those urges you felt last night," Remus started, and Harry nodded his
head, clearly remembering those odd feelings of dominance and power that had
controlled him for a moment when he'd licked and nibbled his way down Remus'
body.
"Those urges come with being a werewolf. When I was your age, I had them all
the time, as well. Usually at very inappropriate moments. As I got older, I
learned to control them a bit more, but they will never go away."
"So it's just part of the infection then?"
"Yes. You can't stop them, so it's best to learn to recognize them and let them
out in a controlled way. And by that I mean with Sirius and me instead of an
unsuspecting classmate at Hogwarts."
Chuckling, Harry rolled his eyes. "I'm not planning on doing anything with any
classmates. Not now that I've got you and Sirius."
"I was hoping you'd say that," Remus whispered, pressing a soft kiss just below
Harry's ear. "As for the transformation, it will be painful, Harry. Very
painful."
"More painful than the Cruciatus curse?" Harry asked, figuring that he knew
real pain ever since Voldemort had treated him to that particular surprise.
"I think you can compare it to the Cruciatus curse, but it's different, since
your entire body will transform."
"But why is it so painful? I mean, when Sirius changes into Padfoot his whole
body transforms as well, and that's not painful."
"Oh, that's an excellent question," Remus said, his eyes gleaming in a way
Harry recognized from the time Remus had been his professor; eager to share
knowledge and happy when someone was genuinely interested in the things he had
to say. Harry couldn't help but smile, because it looked so familiar, and yet
not, since he saw Remus differently now, no longer his former professor, but
his lover.
"When an animagus transforms, his body doesn't fight the change, since the
wizard is using his own magic to take on another form. But with lycanthropy,
the body fights the transformation. You have to see the infection as a virus,
or as a parasite even. Your body will always fight it, because it recognizes it
as something that doesn't belong there. That is what makes the transformation
so painful."
"That makes sense," Harry said, trying not to shudder at the thought of having
some sort of parasite living inside of him.
"I also want you to understand what a werewolf is," Remus continued, now giving
Harry a very stern look. "With the Wolfsbane Potion, you will be able to keep
your human mind, and you will have a lot more control over yourself than I had
over Moony while I was stuck as him after that hex." Remus took a deep breath,
curling his fingers around the back of Harry's neck, and giving it a meaningful
squeeze.
"But without the Wolfsbane Potion, you will not have any control over the wolf.
You won't even remember much after you transform back to yourself. Without the
potion, Harry, you will be a killer during that night of the month."
"I know," Harry whispered, clearly remembering the way Moony had looked the
night of the last full moon. It was a bit hard to imagine himself like that,
but he did understand what a real werewolf looked like and was capable of.
"We'll provide you with the Wolfsbane Potion, but there might be times in the
future when it's not available." Remus cupped Harry's chin, staring straight
into his eyes. "I want you to promise me, Harry, that if you ever find yourself
alone and without the potion, you will lock yourself away on nights of the full
moon. Plain wood won't hold a werewolf captive. Charmed wood and iron bars
will. Promise me this, Harry."
"I promise," Harry said, and he meant it. While he didn't quite understand yet
what it was like to be a werewolf, he did understand the implications and the
consequences.
"Thank you," Remus whispered, his expression softening, and he gave Harry an
almost chaste kiss. But the light touch of Remus' mouth awakened Harry's cock
once again, and he retaliated by crushing his lips on Remus', driving his
tongue inside Remus' mouth and squeezing Remus' prick through his robes.
Grinning, Remus let himself fall back on the bed, but Harry didn't follow him
down. Instead, he shifted his legs onto the bed, leaned back on his hands, and
gave Remus mischievous smirk. Remus raised a curious eyebrow.
"Tell me, Mr Lupin, what you want to do with me?" Harry asked, opening his
mouth and dragging the tip of his tongue across his lips.
"I want to watch you masturbate," Remus replied unabashed, trailing his hand
down his body, running the tips of his fingers across the obvious bulge in his
robes. "I want to see you stroke yourself to climax. I want you to suck my cock
hard. And I want to come on your face."
For a moment, Harry thought he might actually cream his underwear, because
Remus' hoarse, teasing voice went straight to his balls and made his cock pulse
violently.
"Please," he moaned, wanting to do everything Remus had suggested and so much
more. Reaching for his robes, Harry started undoing his buttons, slipping his
hand inside to pull out his hard --
"Remus! Harry! We've got company."
"Fuck, no," Harry groaned as Sirius' voice echoed through the hallway. He
released his cock and gave Remus a very childish pout, his glasses slipping
down his nose.
Sitting up, Remus pulled Harry close and gave him a comforting kiss before
pushing his glasses back up his nose. "Don't worry. I'm sure we'll find a
moment later today to continue where we left off. And I'm sure Sirius wouldn't
mind watching you masturbate, either."
Harry groaned again, miserable and disappointed that they were forced to
abandon their fun. Still, the idea of actually stroking himself in front of
both Remus and Sirius was enough to lift his spirits, so he buttoned up his
robes without further complaints. "Who's visiting us, anyway?"
"Dumbledore. We fire-called him and asked him to stop by."
The mention of the headmaster's name tied Harry's stomach up in a knot, and he
swallowed against the sudden constriction in his throat.
"What are we going to tell him?" he asked, shifting closer to Remus, just
needing to feel his warmth and strength because he appeared to have lost his
own.
"The truth," Remus said, and when Harry looked at him in shock, he added with a
smile: "Of course we'll leave certain details out, but we'll have to tell him
the basic facts."
"I guess," Harry sighed, not at all looking forward to seeing the headmaster,
but pushing himself off the bed anyway, knowing there was no way he could
escape this particular doom.
Quietly, Harry followed Remus out of the room and down the stairs, unable to
stop his mind from coming up with ways Dumbledore was going to expel him for
his stupidity. But as he walked into the hallway, Harry spotted Sirius waiting
for them, and the warm feeling in his chest returned.
Grabbing Sirius' hand, Harry pulled him to the side and up against the wall
right under Kreacher's head – and there was no doubt who had put Kreacher up
there after Harry's fifth year, right before he'd torched his mother's portrait
off the wall.
"Harry?" Sirius looked down at him in surprise, but Harry kept quiet and tilted
his head up to give his godfather a firm kiss.
"What was that for?" Sirius asked after Harry pulled back.
Harry shrugged. "Because I love you," he mumbled, fumbling with the buttons on
his robes.
"Ah. That's good to know." Sirius pressed a warm kiss on the top of Harry's
head, and steered him in the direction of the drawing room.
Harry swallowed when he saw Dumbledore sitting in one of the leather chairs,
and gasped when he spotted Snape standing near the fireplace. He looked at
Remus, ready to protest Snape's presence, because Harry had no desire to
confess his own stupidity in front of that man, but Remus' narrowed gaze
clearly told him that protesting was out of the question.
So Harry flopped down on the couch beside Remus, pursing his lips, not quite
looking at Dumbledore and definitely not looking at Snape. He felt the couch
dip on his other side as Sirius sat down next to him.
"Was there a problem with the counter-hex?" Dumbledore asked, concern and
curiosity written all over his face.
"Oh, no," Remus said, smiling pleasantly. "It worked perfectly, and I'm feeling
as good as ever."
"So why did you insist we rushed down here?" Snape snarled, crossing his arms.
"I have better things to do with my time than to keep coming to your rescue,
Lupin."
"Harry got infected."
While the deafening impact of Remus' words resounded across the room, Harry
concluded that Remus had a definite talent for making whispered words sound
like a scream and make them feel like a punch in the gut.
No one said a word for what seemed like a very long time, and Harry started
when he felt Sirius put his hand on his knee, not squeezing but just resting it
there, a very protective gesture that put Harry's contracting stomach at ease.
"My, my, Black," Snape spat, and even though Harry was happy to hear something
other than thundering silence, he knew he wasn't going to like what Snape had
to say. "It seems you can't even keep your godson safe under your own roof.
This only shows what a pathetic wizard you truly are."
Snape's words cut through the room like a razor-sharp blade, but that didn't
stop Sirius from jumping to his feet instantly. Whipping out his wand, Sirius
pushed Snape back against the mantel, his eyes blazing and his teeth bared.
But Snape did nothing more than tilt his head back and sneer at Sirius.
"You listen to me, you greasy bastard," Sirius snarled, digging his wand into
Snape's throat. "If this comes out... if any of what is said in this room today
hurts Harry or Remus in any way, I will find you. And I will rip you apart."
"Oh, please, spare me your petty threats," Snape drawled, but Sirius pushed
against the Potions master harder.
"Not a threat, Snape. Just a promise. If Harry or Remus gets hurt, I won't even
care if it was your fault or not. I will kill you. Very slowly." Sirius' voice
was uncharacteristically soft, something that worried Harry to no end. He
didn't think he'd ever seen Sirius so pissed off that he'd actually whisper
instead of shout.
"This only shows what a maniacal murderer you really are, Black," Snape said in
an admirably steady voice. "It's not my fault Lupin is a vicious beast,
careless enough to infect that brainless brat."
"Stop it! Both of you!"
Harry shrank back at Dumbledore's harsh tone and infuriated glare. Even though
it wasn't directed at him, Harry couldn't help feeling as if it was, and it
made him want to hide behind Remus or Sirius or both.
Giving Snape one last glare, Sirius stepped away from him, and lowered himself
to the couch again, wand still in his hand.
Dumbledore adjusted his glasses, his expression as mild and friendly as it
usually was. "Are you sure, Remus?"
"One hundred percent, unfortunately," Remus said, and Dumbledore gave him a
short nod.
"This is a most unfortunate development, but I assume it was an accident. Why
don't you tell me what happened, Harry?"
Before looking up at the headmaster, Harry forced his feelings of shame and
guilt aside and focused on his Occlumency training. While he wasn't planning to
actually lie to Dumbledore, he sure as hell didn't want to tell him the whole
truth, either. So he cleared his mind, focusing only on those parts of the
truth he wanted to share, and met Dumbledore's curious gaze.
"It was an accident," Harry said, his voice so steady and monotone it almost
sounded mechanical. "I was playing with Moony and things got rougher than they
should have. Moony managed to create a few very small cuts on my skin, but his
saliva had enough time to infect me before I discovered what happened."
Harry kept his eyes locked with Dumbledore's while keeping his mind locked to
the headmaster's inquisitive gaze. For a moment they just stared at each other,
Harry's face set in a determined mask. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled and his lips
twitched up in a smile. Then the headmaster lowered his gaze, and Harry let out
a silent breath that had been stuck in the back of his throat.
"Very well," Dumbledore said, and looked up at Harry again. Harry was surprised
to see amusement in Dumbledore's light blue eyes, as well as something that
looked an awful lot like pride.
"I'm sorry to hear this has happened to you, Harry, but what's done is done. We
will now have to decide on ways to let you attend Hogwarts for your final
year." Dumbledore looked up at Snape, who had been looking at Harry
suspiciously, obviously aware Harry had just used Occlumency but unable to call
him on it, since the whole point of teaching Harry Occlumency was so he learned
to use it.
"Since Severus will provide you with the Wolfsbane Potion, things will not be
as risky as when Remus attended Hogwarts before that potion was available. Of
course, it still would be best if you spend those nights in the Shrieking
Shack, so as not to alarm any other students. I believe it would be best to
keep this a secret, Harry, even from your friends. At least as long as you're
in school."
Harry wanted to object, since he had no intention of keeping this from Ron and
Hermione. He knew his friends would support him and keep his secret for him,
but Remus quickly put his hand on Harry's arm and gave it a discreet squeeze.
"Albus, it seems that Harry has an unusual connection to Moony, perhaps because
the infection did not involve any violence or aggression, so I'd like to ask if
it's possible that Sirius and I spend the evenings around the full moon and the
night of the full moon with Harry at Hogwarts." Remus ignored Snape's snort and
waited patiently for the headmaster's response to his suggestion.
Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and ran his hand down his long beard, appearing to
be deep in thought. When Remus cleared his throat politely, Dumbledore looked
up at him and waved his hand dismissively. "Oh, yes, I'm sure we'll find a way
for you two to stay with Harry in the Shack. That won't be a problem at all."
That had been a lot easier than Harry had expected, and by the surprised
glances Sirius and Remus exchanged, Harry knew they shared his sentiment.
Dumbledore still appeared to be deep in thought, although Harry didn't have an
idea about what the old wizard was thinking. Even Snape seemed at a loss, since
he was looking at Dumbledore with a furrowed brow.
"Severus, my boy," Dumbledore said at last, startling the four of them, "I
believe it is time we started teaching Harry Legilimency as well. Harry, we
will continue your Occlumency lessons and start on Legilimency as soon as you
return to Hogwarts."
"Excuse me?" both Harry and Snape said, and then glared at each other in
offence.
"We will have to keep your condition a secret, Harry," Dumbledore said, rubbing
his hands contently in his lap, his expression cheerful and happy as if he'd
just received another Order of Merlin, First Class. "Voldemort will never see
this coming."
"Voldemort?" Harry asked.
"See what coming?" Remus inquired softly.
"What in Salazar's name are you talking about, Albus?" Snape glared at the old
headmaster, clenching his hands into fists, his whole body tense with obvious
irritation.
"The connection, of course!" Dumbledore looked at them as if he couldn't for
the life of him understand why they didn't get it. "The connection between
Voldemort and Harry. Although I'm not entirely sure yet, I believe there will
be a chance we can use Harry's unfortunate condition to our advantage. I don't
think Voldemort will ever expect to find a creature as strong as a werewolf
rummaging around in his mind."
Before anyone could respond, Dumbledore got up, suddenly looking at least fifty
years younger, and gave the three men on the couch a curt nod. "We will talk
later. Severus, come, we have much to research."
"Oh, jolly," Snape muttered, trying to put up his usual sarcastic and annoyed
front, but Harry could see the Potions master's dark eyes gleam and the corners
of his mouth twitch up just a bit. An expression that told Harry that Snape
didn't mind the research all that much, since it had piqued his interest.
"That went well," Sirius stated the moment Snape pulled the door closed behind
himself and the headmaster. Harry looked up at his godfather with a smile, and
relaxed between his two lovers.
His two lovers. Those words made Harry want to giggle like a second-year school
girl, but he restrained himself and instead grinned sheepishly.
"The connection," Remus muttered, not paying any attention to either Harry or
Sirius. "Why didn't I think of that?"
"Because you are not a hundred-and-fifty-year-old wizard who has no other
hobbies besides drinking tea and wanking to ancient spell books," Sirius
offered.
Harry snickered, but Remus turned to look at them, eyes wide and shining in
amazement. "It makes sense, doesn't it?"
"Sure it does," Sirius said, putting his arm around Harry's shoulders and
pulling him close. "So, can we move on to the wild sex now?"
But Remus didn't hear any of Sirius' teasing. He got up and walked to the desk
in the corner of the room, picking up one of the many books that were scattered
on top of it. "I know I read something about Dark Creatures and mind bonds."
Sirius turned to look at Harry. "How about you and me get dirty and sweaty,
eh?"
"Sounds good," Harry whispered, adjusting his growing erection. But then his
stomach spoiled the mood by making a loud, rumbling sound.
"Food first. Hot shagging later." Sirius got up and pulled Harry with him.
"Remus! Food!"
"Yes," Remus said, following them out of the room with his nose still buried
inside his book. "See, here it is. Oh, but it refers to a volume of Dangerous
Beasts. I have that here as well."
But as Remus wanted to turn around in search of yet another book, Sirius
grabbed his chin and forced Remus to look up at him.
"We eat first. Then we shag ourselves silly. And then you can do all the
research you want." Sirius gave Remus a soft kiss, and Remus nodded his head.
"All right. We can research later." Looking at the book in his hands wistfully,
Remus put it down on the table and followed Sirius out of the room, leaving
Harry with a moment of peace to collect his thoughts.
Dumbledore hadn't expelled him. In fact, Dumbledore wanted to teach him
Legilimency, and was sure Harry could use his new condition against Voldemort.
Sirius and Remus wanted him. Sirius and Remus wanted him right after lunch.
Harry grinned, and made his way down to the kitchen, thinking that things
hadn't turned out all that bad despite the stupid mistakes he'd made.
                                   *~*~*~*~*
Harry woke up to feel a naked, warm body pressed against his, a secure arm
holding him close, and soft lips placing light kisses on his eyes and nose and
mouth.
"Happy birthday, Harry."
Smiling, Harry stretched and blinked up at Remus. "Thanks."
It didn't feel awkward at all anymore, to wake up next to someone else. After
his initial discomfort the first morning, Harry had loved waking up to hugs and
kisses, which often resulted in mind-blowing sex even before the day had really
started. But something was off that morning. Giving Remus a kiss, Harry reached
for his other side, but didn't feel the warm body of Sirius that normally lay
there.
Remus grinned, running one hand up and down Harry's back. "Sirius wanted to
surprise you with breakfast in bed."
And as if on cue, the bedroom door swung open and Sirius stepped inside,
starkers, balancing two trays on his hands, a long trail of presents floating
behind him.
"Thank Merlin for aprons, or else I would have fried my bollocks off," Sirius
said as he put one of the trays down on Harry's lap. Harry felt his mouth water
when he looked down at the plates filled with scrambled eggs, sausages, fried
tomatoes and toast.
"And Snape sent a birthday present as well." Sirius handed the other tray that
held two steaming goblets to Remus, and slipped under the covers beside Harry.
The presents floated to the end of the bed, and fell to the blankets in a
disorganized heap.
"Look at our boy. All grown up." Sirius wiped an imaginary tear away from the
corner of his eye, and grabbed Harry's face in his hands, planting a firm kiss
on his lips. "Happy birthday, Harry."
"Thanks," Harry mumbled, grinning from ear to ear. This had to be the best
birthday he'd ever had.
"Seventeen! I can remember changing his diapers as if it were only yesterday!"
Harry buried his face in his hands, feeling his cheeks flush. He really didn't
want to think about the fact that Sirius had changed his diapers in the past.
"You do know that this only means that you are getting old, don't you?" Remus
teased, and Sirius gave him a smirk.
"It's called the prime of life, Moony."
"Actually, it's called middle-age, and what you are referring to is a midlife
crisis, which you are obviously suffering from since you insisted on taking a
teenage lover."
Harry couldn't take it any longer. He threw his head back and laughed, almost
flipping the tray off his lap.
"Oh, you think that's funny, do you?" Sirius gave him a mock glare. "I'll just
have you know that Moony and I got the better end of the deal. Because when
you're our age, we will be old and wrinkled and all shriveled up, and we'll
still have a bloody good-looking lover."
Howling with laughter, Harry leaned helplessly against Remus, gasping for
breath. If there was one thing he'd learned over this past week, it was that
Sirius and Remus both had a wicked sense of humor and liked nothing better than
to tease each other and him as often as they possibly could.
"Here," Remus said as he handed Harry, who'd finally been able to catch his
breath, one of the goblets. "Cheers."
Wrinkling his nose, Harry stared down at the cup in his hands. If the vile
scent was any indication, this was going to be the foulest potion he'd ever
drunk. He heard Remus swallow his Wolfsbane Potion down beside him, and with a
heavy sigh, Harry put the goblet to his lips, and started drinking.
It was the foulest thing he'd ever tasted. It was like a million lemons and yet
stronger, like pure acid, mixed with something that tasted of decomposition and
mold. Bracing himself, Harry forced his stomach to accept the repulsive potion
and not work it back up instantly. Handing the empty goblet to Remus, Harry
gagged, his eyes watering, and he was very grateful when Sirius offered him a
plate of warm, very nice-smelling breakfast.
"My god, that was awful," he said before taking a big bite out of a piece of
toast.
"Actually, Snape was able to improve the taste somewhat. It used to be far
worse." Remus shrugged as he impaled one of the sausages with his fork and took
a generous bite.
"I don't think I want to know," Harry whispered, loading his fork with
scrambled eggs and stuffing his mouth full, desperate to rid it of the potion's
horrible taste.
"Do you want to open your presents while we eat?" Sirius asked around a
mouthful of toast, and Harry nodded.
The first present was from Neville; a thick, Gryffindor scarf. Harry smiled,
happy that Neville had remembered that Harry had lost his old scarf last winter
when one of Hagrid's latest pets had found it rather edible. Harry had got
Remus to buy a charmed calendar – one that told you of your appointments –
which Harry had sent to Neville for his birthday.
The next present was from Ron. A stash of Quidditch magazines plus a bag filled
with the twins' latest products. Harry looked forward to trying them out on a
few selected Slytherins when he got back to school. Then he noticed another
present, with a small card attached. 'Open this when you're alone, Neville and
I got Fred and George to buy it for you.'
"Open it!" Sirius insisted, and was already clawing at the paper. Remus swatted
his hands away while Harry tore the wrapping off.
"I see you came out to your friends," Remus said while Harry stared down at the
magazine in his hands. And blushed.
'Wizards' Wangers' read the title, and Harry found himself enthralled with the
moving picture of a young, muscled wizard wanking on the cover.
"Um... yeah," he said, his voice hitching. "I wrote Ron and Neville that I was
feeling more interested in boys than in girls. I guess they don't mind."
"I guess not," Remus said, and yanked the magazine away from Sirius, who'd
already discovered the fold-out section.
Hermione sent him a book, Aurors Through The Ages, and Harry had to swallow
when he read the title. Since his friends didn't know of his new condition,
they also didn't know that there was no chance in hell Harry could become an
Auror, even though he still wanted to. While Remus kissed his temple, Harry put
the book aside, not wanting to let thoughts about his uncertain future ruin the
good mood. He quickly moved on to Hagrid's present, which turned out to be a
homemade chocolate birthday cake.
"Here." Remus smiled as he handed Harry his present. Feeling a bit shy, Harry
opened it carefully, and looked down at the book in his hands with his mouth
opened.
"It's the most complete work on werewolves," Remus explained, "My parents
bought it for me on my tenth birthday. Since I know it by heart, I thought you
might like to have it."
Running his fingers over the leather cover, Harry kissed Remus' cheek,
swallowing back the gratitude which threatened to choke up him. "Thank you."
"And last, but certainly not least," Sirius said, and offered Harry his
present.
It turned out to be another book: Animagi Uncovered. Harry blinked up at
Sirius, who gave him a big grin in return.
"It's the book we used to become animagi. I already thought about giving it to
you before I learned that you got infected. Now I just figure you might like to
show it to your friends." Sirius gave Harry a perfectly innocent look, and now
it was Harry who grinned.
"Thanks," Harry said, and gave Sirius a kiss. "Do you think I should tell Ron
and Hermione and maybe Neville?"
"That's up to you, really." Sirius put his empty plate aside and leaned back
against the headboard, hands clasped behind his head. "But I think you can
trust those three to keep your secret, if that's what you mean."
"Things were a lot easier for me when my friends knew," Remus said, clearing
the bed of all the torn wrapping paper and stashing Harry's presents on one of
the nightstands. "But your situation is different. You'll have the potion, and
it's only one year. So, like Sirius says, it's up to you."
Harry nodded, and put his empty plate aside. He trusted Ron, Hermione and
Neville, and he did think they had a right to know, since they were his best
friends. And it would make life easier, even if it only was one more year.
"So, what does our birthday boy want do for the rest of the day?" Sirius asked,
running his hands through his long hair and obviously trying to flaunt his body
a bit.
"I think I'll take that magazine Ron sent me, lock myself in the loo, and wank
myself silly," Harry deadpanned, and Sirius burst out in laughter.
Remus stayed quiet, though, and Harry recognized that look on Remus' face
instantly. It was hungry and horny, and Harry felt his cock hardening in
anticipation of what was to come next.
"I think I have a better idea," Remus said, pushing the covers down, exposing
the three of them. Harry realized he wasn't the only one getting aroused. Both
Sirius and Remus sported erections, and Harry mindlessly licked his lips.
"We've given you presents, so I think it's time you did something for us. Why
don't you sit back against the footboard, and give us a nice show." Remus gave
him a predatory grin, and Harry swallowed, eager to obey both his lovers, so he
shifted on the bed and scooted down until he felt the wooden board press
against his back.
Using the pillow Sirius threw him for extra comfort, Harry leaned back and drew
his knees up a bit, letting them fall to the side so Sirius and Remus had an
excellent view of his cock and sac.
They had played this game before, just as they'd played many other games during
the past week. Both Sirius and Remus had a thing for watching Harry touch
himself, and they'd often asked him to do so before moving on to sucking and
fucking each other through the mattress.
"Take it slowly, Harry. We don't want you to come yet," Remus ordered, shifting
closer to Sirius and wrapping his hand around Sirius' hard prick while Sirius
returned the favor.
Harry cupped his sac and squeezed it, because he knew he could come from
watching Sirius and Remus kiss and caress and stroke each other's cocks alone,
and he certainly didn't want the fun to finish too soon. He started with giving
his cock slow, teasing strokes, smiling when he saw Sirius match his rhythm on
Remus' prick. Remus was fisting Sirius' cock more brutally, licking and kissing
Sirius' cheek and jaw, his gaze never pulling away from Harry.
He'd learned a lot about himself in the course of the last week. Harry liked to
be watched when he touched himself. Harry liked to watch his two lovers touch
themselves and each other. Harry liked to have his cock sucked. Harry liked to
suck cock, and Harry loved it when either Remus or Sirius or both came on his
face. Harry liked rimming – my god, there was a word for that! – and had
enjoyed it very much when Sirius had taught him how to rim, Remus offering
himself as their willing guinea pig. Harry liked to be the top, the middle and
the bottom of their sandwiches. Harry liked it when one of them pounded into
his arse while the other fed him his cock. Harry liked to be told what to do
and when to come, and both Remus and Sirius liked to enforce that kind of
control over him.
And Harry couldn't wait to see what incredible position his two lovers would
come up with that morning.
Moving his fist up and down his eager cock at a leisurely pace, Harry watched
through hooded eyes as Sirius and Remus kissed, their mouths opened far enough
so Harry could see their tongues swirl around each other. Both men kept their
eyes on Harry as much as they could while they roamed their hands over each
other's bodies, Sirius teasing Remus' nipples relentlessly and Remus fondling
Sirius' heavy sac.
"Please," Harry moaned, the sight of his two lovers too good to simply sit
there touching himself. He wanted to be touched. Licked. Sucked. Fucked. It
ached, but Harry had learned to recognize that ache and not let it control him
completely anymore. Still, it ached, and he wanted and needed and thought his
heart would stop if either or both didn't fuck him anytime soon.
Remus whispered something in Sirius' ear, and while Harry couldn't hear him and
only saw his lips move, Sirius' narrowed eyes and feral grin told him that
there was a good chance he'd like whatever suggestion Remus had come up with
very much.
"Prepare yourself," Sirius ordered, grabbing the tube of lubricant from the
nightstand and throwing it in Harry's direction.
Inhaling shaky breaths, Harry squeezed a generous amount of the clear gel on
his fingers, and drew his knees up even more, exposing his pucker to those two
hungry canines. Harry never felt like a wolf when Sirius and Remus were looking
at him as if they both wanted to devour him whole. He felt like a lamb, young
and innocent, and loved it that two predators could not get enough of his
tender flesh.
"I never tire of watching this," Sirius groaned as Harry slid two slick fingers
inside his entrance, biting his bottom lip in concentration and to stifle all
the moans that threatened to escape his throat. He knew he didn't have to be
quiet, but after wanking for several years trying to be as quiet as possible,
it was hard to break with that custom.
"I want you to take four, Harry," Remus said, nuzzling and biting Sirius'
shoulder.
Harry's breathing hitched. Remus hadn't told him to prepare himself with four
fingers before. Three had always been sufficient. So while Harry didn't
understand why Remus told him to do so, he was very curious to see what his
lovers wanted of him. Exhaling slowly, Harry pushed a third finger inside
himself, worked it around quickly, and then added a fourth finger, willing his
body to relax while he pushed his fingers in as far as he could.
"Oh, fuck, yeah," Sirius moaned.
"Deeper," Remus instructed.
"I'm trying," Harry breathed, curling his back and fighting against the strain
in his arm as he tried to slide his fingers in deeper.
With a growl, Remus pushed himself onto his hands and knees and crawled towards
Harry, fixing him to the bed with a feral gaze. Leaning over Harry, Remus
grabbed Harry's hand and drove his fingers in deeper.
"It appears that you need a hand," Remus whispered, nipping at Harry's bottom
lip. Capturing Harry's lips in a kiss, Remus pulled Harry's fingers out, and
quickly replaced them with his own, three at first, but adding a fourth the
moment Harry relaxed around the intrusion.
"How does it feel?" Remus purred, and Harry pushed his arse down on Remus'
hand, eyes rolling back and mouth opening and closing around short gasps of
breath.
"G-good," he moaned, hands tightening around Remus' shoulders as the slick
fingers pushed inside even deeper before Remus widened them inside Harry's
tight channel.
Cupping the back of Harry's neck, his fingers still sliding in and out of
Harry's slick hole, Remus tilted Harry's head up and forced him to look at
Sirius, who was lying on his back, stroking his prick with a lube-covered hand.
"I want you to sit on Sirius' cock," Remus ordered, and Harry moaned something
that sounded like 'yes' when Remus let go of his head and pulled his fingers
out of Harry's body.
Licking his lips, body trembling with arousal and anticipation, Harry crawled
towards Sirius and straddled his lap. Pulling his arse cheeks open with both
hands, Harry locked his gaze with Sirius' and sank down on his godfather's hard
prick while Sirius held his cock upright and bucked his hips up.
"Yes... oh god, yesss," Harry hissed, putting his hands on Sirius' chest the
moment Sirius' cock was buried inside him completely. The feeling of having a
cock inside his arse was familiar now, but Harry didn't think he would ever get
bored with it, because there was something so arousing and so right and so
complete about being this intimate with Sirius and Remus. Harry also thought he
would never want to feel anyone's cock in there besides Sirius' or Remus'.
But just as Harry wanted to rock his hips, a strong hand on his back pushed him
forward. Leaning down on Sirius, taking that opportunity to crush his lips on
his godfather's, Harry stayed still, just clenching his arse around Sirius'
throbbing cock.
He could feel Remus shift behind him, and then he was being lifted. Glancing
over his shoulder, he saw Remus push two pillows under Sirius' hips as his
godfather arched his arse off the mattress.
"What are you --" he gasped, but couldn't finish his sentence because Sirius
pulled him down for a deep, forceful kiss, and Harry relaxed against his
godfather's body, until he felt Remus put both his hands on his arse, spreading
the cheeks.
"I think you can take more than one cock," Remus breathed against his back,
dragging his blunt teeth down Harry's spine as he pushed a slick finger inside
Harry's entrance, stretching him further than Sirius' thick cock alone could.
"Oh, god," Harry whimpered, one hand tightened around Sirius' shoulder, leaving
his knuckles white, and the other tangled in Sirius' long hair.
"Just relax." Sirius brushed his lips across Harry's, running a hand through
his hair, and mumbling soft words of comfort. Remus kept Harry's hips still
with a firm grip as he pushed a second finger inside, stroking both Sirius'
cock and the soft tissue of Harry's channel.
"You're going to take both our cocks, Harry," Remus whispered, adding a third
finger, softly pulling at the tight ring of muscles, opening Harry up wider
than Harry'd ever been stretched.
"Yes," Harry moaned, because even though the thought of having two cocks inside
of him at the same time sounded ludicrous, Harry wanted it. He was going to be
fucked by Sirius and Remus both, and that idea was enough to turn his insides
into warm jelly while he mindlessly rocked his arse back against Remus'
fingers, his own aching cock trapped between his body and Sirius' belly, the
short, coarse hairs on Sirius' skin causing an absolutely amazing friction.
"No," Remus said firmly, "You cannot come until I tell you to come,
understand?"
Whimpering, Harry stilled his body, breathing against Sirius' throat, his whole
body shining with perspiration. Remus pulled his fingers out, and Harry
groaned, squeezing his eyes shut, and then something hard and blunt and slick
was pushing against his already filled hole. Sirius wrapped his arms around
Harry, stroking his hair and back, and Harry relaxed against him, allowing
Remus to drive his prick into his body alongside Sirius'.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Harry chanted, because there were two cocks buried inside
his arse, and it was impossible, but it drove the ache away and replaced it
with something hot and needy like lust or desire and he wanted it, oh god, he
wanted it so much. "Please... fuck," he gasped, his muscles unable to comply
with his mental orders to move so he could feel those cocks sliding in and out
of him.
"Oh, we will fuck," Remus teased, and slipped an arm around Harry's waist,
pulling him up against his chest. Leaning the back of his head on Remus'
shoulder, Harry nuzzled Remus' cheek, and groaned when both Remus and Sirius
pulled their cocks out just a bit before driving them back in.
"Tell me, Harry, how do you want it?" Remus whispered, licking the shell of
Harry's ear before taking the lobe between his teeth and pulling at it.
"Hard... please, hard."
"Hard like this?" Remus pulled his hips back, his cock almost slipping from
Harry's arse, before propelling it back in up to the root, forcing deep groans
from both Harry's and Sirius' throats.
"Please... more," Harry moaned, his trembling hands clinging to the arm Remus
kept wrapped around his body. Both Sirius and Remus seemed to be taking pity on
him, and started thrusting into him simultaneously, a harsh rhythm Harry tried
to match with his own jerking hips.
Remus leaned his chin on Harry's shoulder, his sweat-slick chest rubbing
against Harry's back. "Look down, Harry. Look at your cock. Don't you want to
come?"
Blinking against the overwhelming arousal that wanted to blur his vision, Harry
stared down at his bobbing prick, moaning as he noticed the angry red head,
clear drops leaking from the slit. "Please, let me come."
Releasing Harry's chest, Remus grabbed both of Harry's wrists and pulled his
arms behind his back, holding them immobile between their bodies. "You'll need
to beg prettier than that, Harry," whispered Remus into Harry's ear. "You can't
touch yourself and Sirius isn't going to do it for you."
Harry glanced at Sirius, who had his arms stretched above his head, hands
tightened around the headboard, his spread legs drawn up and heels digging into
the mattress as he drove his cock in and out of Harry's body.
"Do you want me to touch you?" Remus breathed, and thrust his hips up
viciously, pulling Harry down on his and Sirius' cocks by his arms.
"Please, yes," Harry whimpered, body slack against Remus, cock throbbing so
hard it was painful. "Please, touch me, Remus... please, I love you, please,
let me come."
"You're so beautiful when you beg," Remus whispered, and released one of
Harry's wrist to wrap his fingers around Harry's prick. It only took two hard
strokes, and then Harry was coming, his cock spurting thick strings of come
across Sirius' chest, the white drops vibrant against the dark hair on Sirius'
skin.
He was flying again, but it was better than flying, because his whole body was
on fire and there were two cocks filling him and fucking him, and he hardly
noticed that Remus leaned them forward a bit so he could scoop up Harry's
release with the palm of his hand.
"Lick it up. All of it, Harry," Remus said, biting down on Harry's throat,
hovering his come-covered palm in front of Harry's face. Harry attached his
mouth to Remus' hand as if he was starving and his own come was the first food
he'd seen in weeks.
Laving his tongue across Remus' callused palm, Harry licked and swallowed and
tasted himself while his arse was being fucked apart.
Sirius gritted his teeth, baring his throat and jerking his whole body up
violently, and Harry felt hot spurts fill his arse, but Remus gave neither of
the time to come down from their climaxes, because he continued to thrust hard
and brutally, and Harry couldn't breathe, just gape, just let Remus fuck him,
his cock slick against Sirius'.
"Oh, yes, fuck, yes," Remus groaned, and tightened both his arms around Harry,
driving what little air was left out of his lungs, coming in long gushes deep
inside Harry's body. Remus allowed himself a moment to let Harry's contracting
arse milk the last of his release from his pulsing cock, and then he slid out
of Harry, pushing Harry against Sirius and kneeling between both their spread
legs while he lowered his head.
Sirius let out a soft moan, face buried in Harry's damp hair, when Remus pulled
Sirius' cock out of Harry as well, and immediately thrust his tongue inside,
lapping up the result of his and Sirius' climaxes. It was too much for Harry,
his body slack on top of Sirius, his mind reeling with his climax and the
feeling of Remus' tongue working his hole where only just before two cocks had
fucked him senseless.
There was darkness and howling and a glimpse of the full moon, shining like
silver in the night's sky, and Harry let it take him, let it control him, let
it lead him through a dense forest, running and running and running.
When he came to, he felt two familiar bodies press up against him on either
side of his sated body.
"You passed out," Sirius said, amusement tainting his voice.
"Holy hell," Harry whispered, blinking the darkness from his eyes, glancing up
at both Sirius and Remus.
"It's okay, don't worry," Remus said, running his hand through Harry's hair.
"Sirius used to pass out all the time as well."
"I did not," Sirius protested faintly. "Don't listen to him, Harry."
Smiling, Harry closed his eyes and bathed in the warmth inside his body and
around him.
"Maybe we should take a nap," Sirius suggested, snuggling up against Harry.
"Sounds like a plan." Remus yawned and nuzzled Harry's hair.
Harry didn't hear much of his lovers' conversation, because his mind had
already found its way back to the darkness of the night and the glow of the
full moon.
                                   *~*~*~*~*
Harry poked at his supper with his fork, unable to eat anything, despite
Sirius' insistent gaze. The day had passed quickly. After they'd woken up
sometime that afternoon, they'd showered and dressed, and had gone down to
lounge in the drawing room.
Remus had kept himself occupied with his research, and while nothing concrete
had come out of it, Remus was convinced they would find a way to use Harry's
condition against Voldemort. Maybe not that week or that month or even that
year, but with the help of both Dumbledore and Snape, Remus was sure they'd
come up with something sooner or later.
Trying not to spend every second worrying about that evening, Harry had
distracted himself by playing chess with Sirius. But Sirius seemed as anxious
as he was, so it hadn't helped Harry much to keep his thoughts from wandering
to his impending transformation.
"I'm really not hungry," Harry stated, pushing his full plate away from him.
Sirius wanted to protest, but Remus gave him a stern glare, shaking his head.
As it turned out, neither Remus or Sirius were able to finish their supper
either, so they cleaned up quietly, and much sooner than Harry had thought it
would happen, Remus whispered: "It's time."
They had agreed to use the cellar for their transformation, just in case
something went wrong and Harry or Remus or both wouldn't be able to keep their
human mind whilst in their wolf form.
So Harry followed his two lovers down the stairs into the dank room, reality
floating by, his foggy mind unable to make much sense of everything even though
Harry knew what was going to happen.
Harry undressed, as did Remus, and they handed their clothes to Sirius, who
took a ridiculous amount of care into folding them neatly before stashing them
in the corner of the room. Harry felt Remus' hand on his shoulder, but before
he could step inside the cage, Sirius reached for his glasses and pulled them
off gently.
"It will be all right. We'll be right here." Pressing a soft kiss on Harry's
lips, Sirius sighed and stepped back.
They sat down on the soft blanket Remus spread out on the bare floor while
Sirius closed the cell door and turned the lock.
"You'll feel it pulling at you in a minute," Remus whispered, holding Harry
close. Harry tried to keep his breathing even, but his lungs insisted that he
take shallow, hitching breaths. He wanted to yell that he couldn't do this,
that they'd made a mistake, that it wasn't true. He glanced at Sirius, who was
crouching down on the other side of the bars, worrying his bottom lip, and he
wanted to beg Sirius to let him out, because it wasn't true.
But it was pulling on him, pulling the beast out of him, his body jerking
softly against Remus' while his mind tried to resist the inevitable. He didn't
want it, he realized, didn't want to let it take control, but there was no
choice, and his skin shivered and his stomach was nothing more than a tight
knot.
Pain.
Everywhere.
His whole body broke, every bone inside of him breaking, shifting, healing, his
skull too small for his brain and his mouth too small for his teeth and his
skin too smooth for all the fur.
He squeezed his eyes shut, couldn't bear to see Remus convulse beside him, and
he felt himself jerk against the floor, screaming and snarling and sure to pass
out from the sheer force the beast used to get out.
Silence.
Darkness.
Odd blots of color around him. He could see colors everywhere even though he
had his eyes closed. He could see them as clearly as if someone had splattered
paint around the room. So many colors on the floor and the walls and the
ceiling.
Harry sniffed, and the colors intensified, pulsing inside his mind, and he
realized that he wasn't seeing but smelling and the colors were scents all
around him. Something nudged against his nose, his snout, and Harry blinked his
eyes open.
Moony was looking down at him, and Harry wanted to smile, but when he tried to
he felt something flopping behind him. Lifting his head, he glanced over his
body, his massive body, and saw his tail wagging.
There was a tail attached to his body!
Harry smiled, and watched in astonishment as the tail, his tail, wagged
furiously. Moony nudged his nose against Harry's head again, and Harry tried to
get up, but his arms and legs felt weird, different, and it took him some time
before he managed to crawl up, standing on four legs uneasily.
"Harry?"
Such a familiar voice, but so much louder than it ought to be, and Harry turned
his head to look at Sirius. But Sirius looked different. The whole room looked
different. So many bright colors splattered everywhere while everything else
looked as if someone had tuned the spectrum of colors to a whole new set. No
reds and yellows, but purples and blues and browns.
"Harry, come here."
That familiar voice again, and the screeching sound of rusty hinges that
penetrated the silence around him. Harry willed his body to move, and his long
limbs carried his heavy body across the cell to the opened door where Sirius
smiled at him and scratched his ears. Harry smiled and his tail wagged and he
gave Sirius a happy kiss, his long, very long tongue lapping across Sirius
cheek.
So many colors everywhere, and it kept distracting Harry because they were so
vibrant and tickled his nose and teased his mind.
"Hey, Blue," Sirius said, and Harry looked at him, smiling and wagging and
trying not to give into the urge to look at all the colorful splatters up
close.
But then Sirius was gone and Padfoot stood before him, smiling and wagging his
tail, and when Padfoot pushed against Harry's head with his paw, Harry was
surprised to learn that he could understand what Padfoot was telling him. It
was as clear as if Sirius had just said: 'Come play with me, Harry.'
He'd learned a whole new language in just a few minutes.
Moony stepped up to him and leaned his head on Harry's shoulders, and Harry
heard Remus tell him that he was in charge and that Harry'd best not get into
any trouble. But Harry was so happy to see Moony -- his Moony -- again, so he
lowered himself to the ground and licked Moony's snout and told Moony that he
loved him and that he was happy to see Moony and that he would do his best not
to get into trouble.
But Padfoot wanted him to play because he pushed his shoulder against Harry's
body, nudging his head under Harry's snout, and Harry wanted to play, wanted to
run, and he followed Padfoot up the stairs, and so many colors around him
everywhere.
There was a familiar sallow green trail in the hallway, and Harry lowered his
head, because if he held his nose close to the colors they became brighter.
Something bitter and acidic, potions fumes and dried nettles and asphodel and -
-
Harry sneezed.
Snape.
He'd smelled Snape.
Darting across the hallway, Harry smelled the faint yellow blots – himself -
- the light brown ones – Remus -- the bright red ones -- Sirius -- and then
lost himself in a light-blue trail that smelled sweet and old and tea and lemon
drops and a big bird --
Moony growled, and Harry stopped smelling Dumbledore and looked up. Moony
turned around, Padfoot on his heels, and walked away, and Harry knew he had to
follow because Moony had just told him so. He trotted across the wooden floor
boards, but saw something move out of the corner of his eye, so he stopped to
investigate.
Himself.
A wolf.
A massive werewolf was staring back at him in the man-sized mirror on the wall.
And Harry understood why Sirius had called him Blue. His coat was dark, not
light brown and gray like Moony's, but dark gray, almost black but not quite.
Blue. He blinked his eyes, not amber like Moony's, but hazel, dark brown with
specks of green.
Blue.
Another growl, and Harry knew he'd be in trouble if he didn't listen to Moony,
so he trotted towards his two lovers and followed them to the back door, which
Padfoot opened with one of his huge paws.
Air and colors and grass, and Harry dashed outside, trying to catch his wagging
tail and running around the closed yard, rubbing his body against the wet grass
as he rolled on his back.
The moon was so beautiful, the most beautiful thing Harry had ever seen, and he
got up to stare at it, not seeing Padfoot leaping towards him and he was
tackled to the ground and Padfoot told him that he loved him and that he wanted
to play and run, so they ran across the wet grass, between the tall trees and
through the hedges, and Moony was chasing them, and Harry was free and happy
and the moon was there as well.
He leaped at Moony, but Moony was bigger and faster and Harry was on his back,
long legs pointing in every direction, and Moony and Padfoot bit down on his
throat, telling him that they had won, and then sniffed his belly and licked
his prick and Harry got hard and they licked and licked and told him that they
loved him and that they wanted him and that they loved to see him come and
Harry came and convulsed and they licked up his release and teased his
sensitive cock and the moon, the full moon, like silver shining in darkness,
was there as well.
Shaking his body, Harry crawled up and looked at Padfoot and Moony and smiled
and wagged and had to know, had to ask them, had to be sure, so he pointed his
snout to the moon – because the moon was there as well – and he howled. And he
knew he wasn't alone and would never be alone, because two howls answered his
question, one hoarse and hitching, Padfoot, and one deep and voluminous, Moony,
and they told him that he wasn't alone, would never be alone again, and Harry
was happy and free and the full moon was there as well.
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