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Harry walked through the castle halls towards the History of Magic classroom where Professor Lupin had been giving him his private Anti-Dementor lessons.
The walk was quiet, only a few people around as he made his way towards the classroom, but Harry didn’t mind. He liked the quiet and solitude of the castle when the night was growing on. He might stay later than curfew, but he was sure that Lupin would walk him back to the Common Room after so he didn’t mind.
It didn’t take long to make his way to the currently abandoned classroom, and when he walked into the room he made sure to close the door behind him and lock it with a charm so no one would just walk in.
He expected to find Professor Lupin standing near Binn’s desk with the packing trunk with the Boggart inside, but instead there was no one there.
Harry was pretty sure that Professor Lupin had told him that they were going to have a lesson tonight. At least he thought he did. He had been admiring the way Professor Lupin’s eyes would sparkle in the light when he was teaching Harry and hadn’t quite been paying full attention. It wasn’t like Professor Lupin would be late. He was always here before Harry was.
He looked around, but found that he wasn’t in the classroom at all.
Perhaps he had simply forgotten?
That wasn’t like him, but Harry did notice that sometimes Professor Lupin got a little absent-minded and forgetful, so perhaps that was what was happening now.
He unlocked the door and decided to go check in on him at his office, perhaps that’s where he was right now, grading essays.
It didn’t take him that long to get to the Defense classroom, though he did notice that the door was locked, but a little Alohomora worked wonders. He was glad Hermione had taught him that spell in first year, and he hoped none of the teachers knew that the spell was in circulation. They’d probably change the charms to exclude it and he’d have to have Hermione teach him a new unlocking spell.
He slipped inside, and locked the door once more with his wand, making sure to make it impervious to Alohomora before looking around.
He didn’t come to the Defense classroom often after class, but there was something ominous about the room when it wasn’t occupied by students. Perhaps it was the things they discussed in this classroom? They made Harry’s imagination run wild imagining meeting them in person. Would his training be enough?
For a second he could swear he saw something move in the corner, a darkness inside the shadows, but as soon as he cast a Lumos , it was gone and Harry just chalked it up to his overactive imagination.
He made his way through the classroom and up the stairs leading to Professor Lupin’s office.
Before he could knock on the door Harry was sure he had heard something from the other side of the wood.
It sounded like groans, and sharp breathing, and then the sound of something crashing to the ground.
Harry’s first thought was that Professor Lupin was in danger! Had Sirius Black somehow gotten into the school again? Was he attacking Professor Lupin?!
He grabbed his wand firmly and took a deep breath, steeling himself for combat until he heard another loud groan from inside the office and Harry knew he had to act or Professor Lupin might not survive Sirius Black’s attack!
He slammed through the door, wand at the ready and multiple spells on his lips only to find that there was no struggle, and Sirius Black wasn’t in the room, instead there was just Professor Lupin, in his chair, legs on the desk, jerking off.
Harry’s eyes grew wide as Professor Lupin immediately reacted, jumping to his feet in fright, knocking over books which made Harry realize the noise he had heard had simply been him knocking some books over. The movement of his teacher only made Harry’s eyes drop to his hard cock as it bounced as he stood. It was far larger than the boys in the Quidditch changing room, or the showers, and it was so dark and engorged with blood, a reddish purple, that it looked painful.
Lupin looked from Harry back down his cock, and then back up to Harry and Harry saw it twitch obscenely, drooling a long line of clear fluid steadily before and now spurts of it were coming out, landing on the stone floor with a faint splatter.
“Professor! I didn’t mean to- I thought you were- I thought you were being attacked!” Harry managed, unable to take his eyes off of Professor Lupin, shifting quickly between his face which Harry could tell was mortified, was far paler than normal with dark circles under his eyes that made Harry worried he was sick, and then down to his cock which was twitching obscenely.
“Harry! I-” Lupin groaned as his dick let out more of the clear liquid and his knees buckled slightly.
Harry instinctively ran to help him stand, shoving his wand into his robes.
As soon as Lupin seemed to realize what Harry had done, he pulled from Harry as if he had been burned by Harry’s touch as Quirrell had.
“Harry, you need to leave!” Professor Lupin nearly shouted, trying to reach down to tug his trousers over himself, unintentionally showing Harry his ass.
Harry knew about sex. He knew about masturbation.
It wasn’t like Hogwarts covered sexual health, but he was a 13 year old boy, he knew far more than a lot of adults would want to know, or like to accept that he knew. There were books on the subject hidden in the library, and the few times Harry had sneaked into some of those adult bookstores before getting kicked out had given him a lot of information, both in his fantasies and for ‘health’ purposes.
And Harry had already known that he wasn’t as attracted to girls as he was to men.
Not boys– Men.
Sometimes when he was at Little Whinging, he’d notice some of the neighborhood dads and fantasize about them, there was a few of his teachers from Primary School, and a lot of men when he was walking through King’s Cross– the businessmen, the tradies, the bikers, or the way some of the Wizards in Diagon Alley looked that excited Harry. And sometimes some of the men would catch him staring and wink at him which always caused Harry to get so aroused he’d be distracted the rest of the day.
He knew his attraction to older men wasn’t ‘normal’ but he couldn’t help what he was attracted to, could he? He’d tried to like girls. He tried to force himself to try and like some of the girls he knew. There was Cho; yeah, she was pretty, but he couldn’t imagine anything more than simply appreciating her prettiness. There was Hermione, she was beautiful in her own way and always there for him. Ginny– well Harry was not stupid enough to not notice her massive crush on him.
But he just couldn’t bring himself to even want to hold their hands or kiss them, he just wasn’t attracted to their… softness .
Men on the other hand were hard, and sharp, and rough, and hairy, and dangerous. Those were the things that turned Harry on, even when they really really shouldn’t.
When those were in a man, Harry couldn’t help but let his fantasies consume him, like that really twisted one about Black from the wanted posters, even after he knew what he had done.
And Harry was only partially embarrassed to admit that he had a fair amount of those thoughts about his Defense teacher. Seeing his pale and hairy ass as he tried to pull his trousers up was definitely hot , and on top of seeing Lupin’s cock? Well that was going to be used as fantasy fuel for…well who knows how long?
When Professor Lupin tried to tuck himself into the trousers, his dick seemed to fight him, refusing to soften or even bend, and as he tried to drag the fabric over the tip he nearly crumbled as he moaned so raggedly that Harry felt his breath torn from his lungs as he swallowed heavily, feeling the emptiness that arousal caused hollowing his chest and abdomen.
Harry was almost unaware that he was slowly moving closer, as Remus struggled almost desperately to make himself appear presentable, almost unable to comprehend that the more he tried the worse the situation became until Harry was only a few inches from him.
His Gryffindor bravery was showing when he reached out and took hold of Professor Lupin’s dick, causing his Professor’s eyes to snap to him, somewhere between feral and terrified. Harry made eye contact with him as his hand wrapped around the wet and warm flesh and he tightened his grip ever so slightly, breathing slowly as Lupin nearly sobbed, knees finally buckling as his body spasmed as the feeling of Harry’s hand traveled through his nerves, and Harry helped guide his fall into the chair once more.
Remus moved to cover his face, but Harry grabbed his arm, not wanting to lose that connection that was forming from their eye contact.
Remus whimpered, and Harry let go of his hand, “Don’t, Professor, please look at me.” He whispered, lowering himself to his knees in front of his teacher who looked almost terrified just as much as he was aroused by the sight.
Harry could smell him so strongly now, a strong musk that combined with the smell of sex and Lupin’s sweat, with a faint hint of dog that Harry couldn’t help but suddenly find attractive, that made Harry light headed, as all the blood in his body moved to his own groin.
“H-Harry, please, Harry, p-p-please-” Lupin stammered, reaching up to bite the meat of his hand, showing his teeth which only made Harry more aroused and determined to make him feel good.
He couldn’t let this pass him up, not when the opportunity of his lifetime was right in front of him, twitching and pulsing in his hand, slowly coating his hand in more precum than Harry himself had ever produced.
Lupin wasn’t pushing him away, in fact as Harry moved closer while his hand was slowly stroking his Professor, Lupin reached a hand up into his hair, gently tightening his fingers as if to ground himself to Harry, and the gesture empowered Harry like he had never been before.
This made him feel more powerful than fighting Voldemort ever had, more in control than he had ever in his life felt.
He was instantly addicted to that feeling of pure power he had over Lupin.
Harry looked up at his teacher as he leaned in and gently swiped his tongue across the tip of Professor Lupin’s cock, causing it to spurt out multiple jets of precum which Harry gladly licked out to taste.
This was his first time ever actually acting on his desires, and the more he breathed in Professor Lupin’s scent the more intoxicating it became. It was making it harder to think about why he probably shouldn’t be doing this, or if it was wrong or not. All Harry could think about was how good it was.
He licked along his length once more, gently stroking it like he would his own, causing Lupin to release ragged gasps and broken moans as he looked down at Harry, and Harry made sure to maintain eye contact, as that seemed to cause Lupin’s cock to twitch more.
Harry knew about sex, but he was still completely inexperienced in actually participating beyond his own masturbation.
He reached up with his other hand and gently, so gently, took a hold of his Professor’s balls, feeling the rough hair rub against his palm which made him groan softly as he looked up at Lupin. He carefully began to massage them in his hand, feeling the size of those large testicles in his hand, as they pulsed in his hand.
Professor Lupin was biting his hand so hard that Harry was worried that he might break the skin. Harry removed his hand from Lupin’s cock, which caused Professor Lupin to actually whimper, staring at Harry like he was scared to let himself make noise.
Harry reached up, wanting to hear those beautiful noises his teacher was making and tugged on the hand in his mouth, “Please Professor, I want to hear you.” He said, his voice breathy as his mind grew more and more caught in his arousal.
He could see Lupin swallow so hard that his Adam’s apple stood out on his neck, rivulets of sweat running down his scruffy neck and Harry wanted to lick the sweat off his Adam’s apple and down his throat.
Remus hesitantly removed his hand from his mouth, as he whimpered some more, uncertainty moving his other hand so that it was running through Harry’s hair as well, and Harry preened and pressed into Lupin as his Professor dragged his nails gently across Harry’s scalp.
Remus’ eyes were focused on Harry with such an intensity, between scared and starving and it made Harry gasp as the sight went directly to his cock, moving closer so that he was closer to his Professor’s leg.
Remus seemed to become aware of how hard Harry was, as he tentatively placed his shoe against Harry’s groin, which made Harry hiss sharply and moan loudly as the pressure against him made him buck against his teacher’s shoe, and suddenly something changed in Remus’ eyes- fear gone and replaced with something much darker, something much more dangerous which caused Harry to press himself against his teacher more firmly, grinding against his shoe.
“Oh, Harry.” He managed between groans, looking down at his student between his legs, “You look so fucking beautiful there at my feet.” He growled out, and Harry’s eyes rolled back in his head as his arousal was becoming painfully delightful. “I should have done this so much sooner, you would have loved it, huh?”
Harry nodded, as he resumed stroking Lupin’s dick.
“Oh, Harry, I shouldn’t do this, but I want to.” He paused, and the fingers in Harry’s hair tightened painfully for a second before they loosened, “I shouldn’t but I’m going to. ”
His tone was aggressive, but so reverential that Harry couldn’t help but feel something like joy but more physical, looking up at his teacher like it all made sense now, he liked where he was right now.
“Kiss it, Harry.” Lupin whispered, gently moving Harry’s head closer to his dick again and Harry leaned in the rest of the way, kissing the tip, feeling the precum dribbling against his lips, and his tongue flicked out to taste it and Professor Lupin hissed. “Yes, gods, like that. Do it again.” He commanded, and Harry obeyed, leaning in to kiss it again. Instead of a quick kiss, Harry grew braver and wrapped his lips around the angry red tip as he pulled Lupin’s foreskin down and Lupin’s hands fluttered between tight and nearly letting go.
“Yessssss!” His word was drawn out, like his mind was being undone by Harry’s lips, and Lupin’s voice burned like basilisk venom through Harry’s veins in the best way possible, but instead of hurting it made him feel more powerful than Voldemort himself.
Professor Lupin wanted him , and Harry was bringing him apart with such ease.
How did he ever live without the sense of power this gave him?
There was no room to be scared or hesitant with the way Professor Lupin was looking at him, like Harry was something holy and pure instead of just a broken lonely boy struggling to survive his fate.
Professor Lupin’s flesh tasted salty, and warm, and there was an earthy unclean taste that Harry couldn’t place, but it didn’t turn him off. It was something dirty, like sweat and– well, dirt, and Harry liked it. It wasn’t something dramatic like he had read in some books, but it was so Professor Lupin that Harry realized he’d love to taste it time and time again.
It turned him on even more, now grinding against his Professor’s foot as he continued to lick and kiss at the tip of his cock while stroking it.
He pulled off from the tip as he pressed his face against the hot flesh letting the smell envelope him more, and the precum began to flow against Harry’s cheek as he looked up at Lupin, who groaned at the sight, moving one of his hands to take a hold of his cock and softly slapping Harry’s cheek with it while Harry’s tongue would flick out to lick it when it was close and suddenly a small burst of precum was all over his glasses, causing his teacher to laugh huskily before moving his cock back to Harry’s lips once more, “Suck me, Harry.”
“Of course, Professor.” He managed back.
“Call me Remus, Harry. As erotic as hearing you call me Professor while you’re sucking on my cock is, I want to hear my name from those lips.” He said, his voice low and deep, and there was a gravely almost vicious timber to his voice that made Harry shiver in fear a bit.
Remus. Harry had wanted to call his teacher by his name, but being given permission to do so made a floodgate within Harry’s chest spill out. “Remus.” He whispered, licking up at the length, drawing his tongue against the large vein running from the base to the tip of his cock.
The hand in his hair tightened, and suddenly Remus was pulling Harry up as he leaned down and pulled Harry’s mouth into a hungry kiss, his tongue and teeth nipping and sucking at Harry’s lips and Harry couldn’t help but open them under the assault as he gasped in pleasure.
The second that his lips were open, Remus’ tongue was inside his mouth, and Harry melted like wax in his teacher’s hands. He slowly stood, so that the position was more comfortable, doing everything he could to not interrupt the wonderful new feelings his teacher was showing him.
Remus clearly liked Harry’s movement as he moved his hand from his hair and began to unfasten Harry’s robe, as he pressed his knee into Harry’s groin as much as he could in the position they were standing in. It wasn’t the most comfortable, especially with Remus trying to remove the robe. He pulled back from the kiss with a frustrated hiss as he almost tore the offending fabric from Harry’s body, “Take it off, now!” He said, eyes gleaming dangerously which made Harry nearly weak in the knees.
“Yes, Remus, Professor.” He said shuddering, pulling back from his teacher as fast as he could, pulling the robe off and tossing it somewhere behind him without a care, as Remus’ hands were instantly grabbing and squeezing along Harry’s chest which was still inside a shirt.
“Gods, Harry, you taste better than firewhiskey.” Remus muttered, pulling Harry back and kissing him aggressively once more.
Harry felt pride at the words. He was better than Firewhiskey! That meant he was as intoxicating as Remus was for him, right? He liked that thought. If he was better than Firewhiskey, then he wanted Professor Remus Lupin to become addicted to him, unable to quit him so he could feel this pleasure over and over again.
He felt like his bones were made of jelly as Remus held him up kissing him– more devouring him than anything.
His Professor’s fingers were digging into Harry’s torso through his shirt, and then they were tugging at the buttons, trying to undo them without looking until, much like his robe, it seemed his teacher lost all his patience, and actually tore the shirt from Harry’s body as Harry heard the distinct sound of fabric tearing and suddenly Remus’ hands were nearly clawing at his exposed flesh, digging into his skin and pulling along it like he just needed to touch every inch of him.
In a moment their second kiss was over, and before Harry could even protest as Remus’ mouth was on his neck.
“Oh gods!” Harry cried out, collapsing into Remus’ arms, which held him tightly, grabbing onto Harry’s ass firmly as he placed a knee between Harry’s legs, grinding it up against Harry’s hard dick which caused him to weakly buck into it, unable to move much due to the entrapping hold that Remus had on him.
He could feel Remus grinning wickedly into his neck, and there was a soft nip that made Harry let out a broken keening, “Oh, Remus, Professor Lupin, oh gods. Please don’t stop.” Harry was babbling now as the sensations across his body were too much. It was one thing to jerk off, but with the aggression and hunger that Remus was lavishing upon Harry was more than his 13 year old mind could handle, causing his brain to fizzle out as he saw white, “Remus!” He cried, clinging onto the older man tightly as he sobbed, feeling an orgasm like he had never felt before tearing from him.
He hadn’t even touched himself, only grinding against his teacher’s knee but jerking off had never felt nearly as good as what he just felt, and he knew he’d never be able to go back to just masturbating now.
He felt tears prickling at the corners of his eyes in shame and closed them so Remus wouldn’t see how absolutely humiliated he felt. It was so mortifying to come that fast! Come so fast without being touch, in his pants! Remus probably was either going to laugh at him or be angry.
“Oh Harry, precious Harry.” Harry opened his eyes when he felt a hand gently take hold of his chin and forced him to look at Remus, who was looking at Harry like a child looking at his presents on Christmas morning, “Please tell me that you just did what I thought you did.”
Harry felt his face turn as red as the Gryffindor banners but he forced himself to nod.
“Oh god, Harry, that’s so fucking filthy, you perfect perfect boy. If only you knew the things you do to me.” He moaned, and pulled Harry back into another kiss, this time even more aggressively, and Harry had no room in his mind for shame, instead it was replaced by waves of pleasure as Remus’ hand pressed against Harry’s groin, rubbing through his jeans as he felt the cum soaking through and Remus pulled back from the kiss to look at Harry reverentially, “Merlin, Harry, you really are perfect . Oh, he would love this.” He muttered, but before Harry could question what he meant Remus was undoing his belt and reaching into his pants, and wrapping a hand around Harry’s softening dick before he pulled it out, and brought his cum-covered hand up to his mouth and began to lick it, his eyes rolling back as his tongue wrapped around his fingers and tasted Harry.
For his part, Harry had never once thought that seeing someone lick his cum off their hands could be so utterly vulgar and yet erotic but it made Harry’s dick twitch in his half open jeans and he began to get hard again with a shiver.
“Oh, is my favorite student getting excited again?” Remus asked, reaching out to grab a hold of Harry’s chin and making him look at him, though Harry’s eyes were unfocused as his mind was torn between so many different sensations.
“Open up, Harry, darling.” Remus whispered into Harry’s ear and Harry did as he was told as he shivered at the sound of Remus’ voice so softly in his ear, and suddenly Remus' fingers were in his mouth and Harry could taste his own cum mixed with Remus’ saliva and he began to eagerly lick it up, loving the way the flavors mixed.
It wasn’t like it tasted spectacular or different from when he had tasted his own cum when jerking off, but he couldn’t help but think of it as delicious now. It made his blood feel hotter, as if it were running through his veins like fire.
“Yes, just like that, Harry.” Remus whispered, pulling back to watch Harry through lidded eyes, as Harry went to town on his fingers, making sure that every inch of them were cleaned. “Such a good boy, aren’t you? You listen to me so well.” Remus praised him, his other hand cupping Harry’s face as he looked at him so adoringly.
It made Harry want to come undone even more, as he continued to lick and suck at the fingers even though there was no more cum remaining until Remus pulled his fingers out reluctantly.
“So beautiful, Harry.”
He reached into Harry’s pants again, and wrapped his hand around Harry’s cock once more, causing Harry to sob slightly at the sensitivity.
“Shh, Harry, let me make you feel good.” Remus whispered as he slowly but steadily stroked Harry back to full hardness, leaving Harry whimpering at the man’s touch.
“Such perfect lips.” He said, distracting Harry slightly as he drew his thumb across Harry’s lower lip, “They looked so utterly depraved wrapped around my cock. Wanton.” Remus said with a low chuckle, as he drew his thumb across Harry’s glans, causing Harry to gasp, staring hazily at the teacher.
“Come undone for me, Harry Potter.” He said, stroking faster as he stared into Harry’s eyes, “Come for me.”
Harry shuddered and cried out once more as he spilled into Remus’ hands, orgasming a second time in such a short time causing him to sob out in overly sensitive pleasure.
“Remus!” His voice was broken and keening, and suddenly Harry was overwhelmed by the far too intense feelings. He thought he heard a loud noise like something being knocked to the ground as he faded into a pleasant place where there was no pain or worry, just bliss.
He felt Remus kiss him softly, and held him close, but Harry felt like his mind was made of cotton, and he could barely hear or see, instead everything was so bright it wrapped around into dark. Or perhaps it was so dark that it wrapped around into bright. Harry couldn’t tell.
He thought he heard Remus talking with someone, but he was too far away mentally to pay any attention. He thought he heard shouting, but it didn’t feel like he had been moved, so whatever it was it apparently wasn’t too much to worry about.
Eventually, how long it took Harry wasn’t sure, the cloudy fuzziness of his mind began to recede and he was able to focus on the present. He felt Remus’ hand petting his hair as he was being held in his lap.
“Harry…” He whispered, pressing kisses to his temple, “There’s someone here that I think you should meet. He’s very eager to show you how much he loves you.”
Harry blinked a few times and was met by a very different face than Remus, close to his.
He immediately recognized it, but before he could react, Remus was pressing a kiss to the back of Harry’s neck, and Harry felt himself grow weak as Sirius Black was in front of him, leaving Harry watching those storm grey eyes widen and flicker across Harry’s face and body as if he couldn’t believe that Harry was real.
His face was gaunt– haunted, but underneath it all Harry could see the man he had fantasized about so guiltily at night. The handsomeness of his features shining through the pain and mania that Azkaban had placed into him. Remus had let him close to Harry, after telling him how dangerous Sirius was. If Remus let him, and wanted him to see him, then there must be more going on than Harry understood. He was sure in his right mind he would have wanted to attack the man for what he had done, but Harry couldn’t bring his mind as it was to feel anything more than unrepentant lust for the handsome man in front of him, hidden away by the darkness haunting him.
“Moony…can I really?” Sirius Black asked, his voice small and scared, so unlike the violent maniac the posters made him out to be, as if he was worried that he might wake up from a dream if he touched Harry. It only deepened Harry’s belief that there was something more to Sirius Black than he had been led to believe.
“ Please , Padfoot, he needs you, you don’t want to disappoint Harry would you? He needs his godfather, don’t you think?” Remus said, pulling Sirius Black closer to Harry and then moving his arms back to Harry.
Sirius Black was nodding, eyes glazed over with lust but staring dead set on Harry, in a way that made Harry feel pinned to the spot. “Of course, Moony. I could never deny Harry what he needs .”
He had to be dreaming now, as there was no way that Sirius Black was here and not attempting to murder him, but Remus felt so real, and when the wild looking man in front of him reached out and cupped Harry’s face and looked at him so adoringly that Harry suddenly felt something intense surge through his chest. He knew at that moment that it was real, Sirius Black was looking at him with love and not hatred and that that caused a small moan to slip through his lips.
Remus was running his hands along Harry’s exposed arms, groping and massaging his muscles, lingering on his biceps and kneading out tension.
In a moment, having been given permission, Sirius Black was upon him, latching his lips upon Harry’s and Harry gasped at the sudden kiss. Much like Remus had done to him, as soon as his lips were open Sirius Black was inside them, licking him and sucking on him like he needed to taste him more than breathing, like Harry was the only thing that kept him alive, the only thing real in a world of fantasy.
Remus’ fingers slid down from his arms along his chest as Remus handed Sirius a wand, and suddenly his ragged clothes vanished to the floor.
Sirius Black kissed and tasted far more intense than Remus had, dirty where Remus was clean, but in some ways Harry thought it was more intoxicating in a different way. Whereas kissing Remus was like he was being wrapped in affection–adoring and playful…Paternal in a way that made Harry want to prove himself. Kissing Sirius Black on the other hand was like he had forgotten how to be real and the only thing keeping him from vanishing on the spot was Sirius Black’s hunger, the raw unrefined and brutal worship he was heaping upon him like a blessing. If Remus was a gentle paternal figure that inspired Harry to prove himself with gentle love, then Sirius Black was an all-consuming obsessive paternal figure that Harry needed to feel alive, craving his overwhelming love.
“Give into him, Harry, darling, give Padfoot what you’ve given me. After all, we share everything .” He whispered, nipping at Harry’s ear.
“If I don’t know better Moony, I’d believe that you’d been training Harry for months for this, coaching him and grooming him to be so perfect for us. Not the measly hour he’s been playing with you. Must be a natural. Of course he is though, our Harry is so gifted, so perfect .” Sirius pulled back from Harry’s mouth to say, thick strands of saliva connecting the two obscenely before he dove back in, causing Harry to reach up with weak arms that he was still regaining control over to pull Sirius Black closer to him, wanting to lose himself into that wonderful pleasure as he kissed him.
Wanted him to call him ‘perfect’ again just as Remus did.
And it seemed that’s exactly what Sirius Black wanted from Harry as well.
Sirius Black dove back into Harry’s mouth like it was inevitable, a fate he was unwilling to even attempt to resist, and Harry moaned as he felt Remus’ dick pressing against his ass through his jeans.
Before he had been overwhelmed by Remus’ attentions, but now there were two sources of attention pouring their affections onto him. The musky scent of Remus Lupin was now layered with an overwhelming scent of wet dog and an even stronger musk as the two men’s scents mixed together, going straight to Harry’s head like he was being drugged, and Harry wanted to roll around in that scent until it was everything around him.
“Oh, Merlin, Sirius. Yes, kiss him like that, use your tongue just like that. ” Remus’ voice was so filled with lust, quiet and breathy between needy moans as he ground up against Harry.
Sirius seemed to like the encouragement, as he pressed up against Harry, hands holding his face as he continued to kiss him like he was trying to devour him, and Harry wanted to be devoured, wanting these two men to consume him until there was nothing left but the bliss that was Harry.
“Yes, the two most important men in my world, so handsome together, fuck .” Remus hissed, reaching between Sirius and Harry, and reaching up to pinch Harry’s nipple, as well as Sirius, causing them both to hiss and writhe into their kiss.
The pain however seemed to propel them further, as Sirius suddenly swooped back in and was kissing Harry, who was now holding onto his dearly as Sirius moved his hands from Harry’s face to holding his back as Remus ground up against him.
Harry was pressed between the two men, feeling Sirius’ sweaty and hairy body rubbing against his own, and bemoaning that he couldn’t feel Remus’ own body pressed against his bare skin. Where Remus was bare, Harry was not, and where Harry was bare, Remus was not.
It wasn’t fair!
He let out a whimper as Remus rolled his fingers across his nipple once again.
Seemingly as if Sirius knew what Harry was thinking, he pulled away from the kiss once more, leaving Harry to move with him trying to stay with it, as Sirius reached down and lifted Harry’s legs a bit as he yanked down his pants and underwear, tossing them to the side along with the rest of their clothes, along with his shoes and socks.
“Moony, take off those goddamn clothes already, Harry needs you too, look at him.”
Sirius gestured to the boy who was grinding up against Remus’ lap now that there were no clothes separating them.
Remus whined loudly as he felt his cock slid along Harry’s ass, never getting close enough to even threaten entering him.
Remus nodded at Sirius, who reached around Harry and was now removing Remus’ shirt and tossing it aside.
“Much better, Moony, look at our little Harry, oh god, he’s so absolutely perfect. I can’t believe I missed out on this. I’m never giving this up, ever .” He said leaning forward to latch his mouth onto Harry’s nipple, the one that Remus hadn’t been pinching.
Harry cried out, a long drawn out sound as he threaded his fingers through Sirius’ hair in an attempt to control some of the overwhelming sensations once more.
He’d never really thought of his nipples as sexual before, but the way Remus’ fingers had pinched at them caused his body to jerk, and now that Sirius Black was kissing, licking, and sucking at the other, Harry could barely think, his eyes unable to focus on anything and instead left frantically bouncing around trying to make sense of his surroundings.
“Remus, Sirius!” He cried out, his voice whimpering and whining, and it made both Remus and Sirius painfully aroused to hear their Harry say their names in such a needy and erotic way.
“Yes, darling, I’m right here.” Remus whispered.
“Don’t worry pup, I got you, my love.” Sirius replied at the same time, each into Harry’s other ear.
Harry smiled completely on cloud nine with the way they were touching him, and talking to him, and the way it all smelled.
“I think our little Harry is all love-drunk on our musk, Moony. You– we definitely fucked him up sooo good, so flawlessly. I wonder if he’ll ever recover.”
“I hope not, he’s so perfect like this.” Remus replied longingly, one of his hands reaching up to cup Harry’s face, though it was an awkward angle, and he leaned down and pressed an almost chaste kiss to his lips, leaving Harry wanting more.
“P-please, Sirius, Remus, please more.” Harry managed to get out, his breath feeling like it was being pulled from his lungs every time he tried to breath.
“More what, Harry, darling? Tell us what you want.” Remus said, leaning down and pressing his face into Harry’s hair as he ground his dick along Harry’s crack.
“Yes, love,” Sirius whispered, leaning down to kiss at Harry’s jaw. “Tell us what you need .”
Harry loved the attention, more than he had ever thought possible during any of his fantasies before, but more than that he loved the way they talked to him , the words they used. He felt so utterly loved right now, as they called him ‘love’ and ‘darling’-- things no one called him, things no one ever meant, and Harry, in his lust-delirious mind knew they meant them, that it didn’t even occur to Harry that barely an hour ago he had been coming to the classroom for a lesson.
“I need you . Both of you.” He forced out, choking the words out through sobs of pleasure.
“Need us to what , pup? Just say the words and I’ll give it to you. I’ll give my Harry anything he desires.” Sirius said, licking along Harry’s jawline and pressing his nose into the crease along his throat, sniffing and breathing Harry in so deeply he could feel it.
“Need- Need– god, need!” He babbled, breaking off into a broken moan as Sirius gently bit at his neck before sucking on it and kissing it.
“Now now, Padfoot, don’t tease our boy too much, he’s too wonderful for that, our good boy, our perfect boy.” He reached up and petted Harry’s head and pressed a kiss to his hair, which made Harry let out a small keening whine as he leaned into the gesture of affection. “Why don’t you give him what he needs first, Padfoot? You know how much I enjoy cleaning up after you. And I think Harry here could use a little of… Padfoot’s unique love…”
Sirius whined himself now, nodding vigorously, before resuming his tasting, “Absolutely! Can do, Moony, you know exactly what I love. I’ll open him up so good for you. You’ll be so proud of us.”
“I’m going to love watching you both. Make him ready for me, Padfoot.” Remus said grinning wickedly. He leaned down to Harry who was still near silently babbling as Sirius continued biting him and kissing away the pain.
“Harry, we’re going to give you more, alright?” He asked, so softly that Harry began to pant, trying to focus on Remus and giving a short nod, “Good, now as much as I don’t want you to go, I’m going to need you to get on the floor. Padfoot– Sirius is going to make you feel so good you’ll never want him to stop, believe me.”
Harry nodded, forcing himself to stand though his legs were weak and he was only partially able to register that he was completely naked, the only thing on him that wasn’t his skin or hair was his glasses, which already had dried on precum from when Remus had been gently slapping him with his dick.
His knees were weak as he tried to kneel, but his legs gave out and Sirius Black was there, holding him and gently bringing him down to the floor so that Harry was being cradled in his arms and legs, as Sirius was peppering him in kisses and licks along all the skin that was closest to Sirius’ mouth, mostly Harry’s face, Harry was laughing gently, trying to catch his breath as Sirius continued his onslaught.
He managed to glance up at Remus who was watching them adoringly, lazily stroking himself, which made Harry feel so good. He was causing that. Harry. Harry Potter. The boy nobody wanted. But these two wanted him, needed him possibly as much as Harry was beginning to need them.
This is what Harry craved, what he needed . To be loved like they were loving him, in ways Harry couldn’t scarcely dream of letting himself have.
Sirius Black held onto Harry for a few moments, pressing a few more kisses onto his skin, “Let’s get you into position, pup, just like how Moony likes it. Let me make it comfortable for you though, you deserve that, love, and so much more, but at least that.” Sirius reached for the wand that Remus had given him, and with a silent flourish cast a charm that Harry saw no effect of.
Sirius Black then moved Harry so that he was on all fours where he had cast the spell and Harry immediately knew what it was. It was a lot like his broom, an invisible cushion protecting him from being in pain as his knees would have been digging into the stone floor. The thought of his comfort meaning so much to them made his eyes teary with pleasure and happiness.
He felt like his emotions had been all mixed together, pressed and kneaded until it all became one confusing ball of sensation and feeling, but the feeling of joy and bliss and most importantly lust was overwhelming any of the negative feelings he might have been harboring.
“That’s a good boy, Harry, such a good boy for me–for us .” Sirius whispered, kissing down his back as Harry knelt in place. Harry nodded as the praise was lavished upon him. “Such a good boy for your daddies, baby.” Harry shivered in perverse delight at the words as Sirius’ kisses went lower and lower, leaving Harry nodding furiously as tears formed at his eyes from the sublime feeling those words sent through him, looking behind at Remus who was still lazily stroking himself as he watched Harry obviously pleased with the words and the reaction they caused, and at Sirius who was nearly completely behind him.
Harry blushed deeply under the praise, but also revered it. He needed more of it. Needed the men to keep heaping it upon him. Craved it more than air. Their attention, their affection, their adoration. Harry couldn’t get enough, wanting it to hollow him out and fill him up again so that there was nothing left but the boy they saw when they looked at him, no longer any insecurities, nor pains, nor sorrows, just someone as deserving of this rapture as the Harry they saw . He wanted–no, needed to become that Harry.
Then he felt Sirius’ rough hands pulling his cheeks apart and he felt a warm breath tickle the hairs back there.
Harry knew how men had sex, but the thought of Sirius Black’s mouth back there made Harry very much insecure, very much hesitant, as he didn’t feel like it was something Sirius could have wanted to do. It felt dirty and wrong, and he couldn’t understand why Sirius would want that from him, couldn’t understand how he could enjoy it as much as it seemed like he already was simply at the thought of it.
But the insecurity was banished instantly as he felt a sharp drag of wet heat across his hole and Harry nearly lost it at the sudden mind-blowing rush of pure pleasure that shot through him, nearly causing him to pull forward without thinking.
“Don’t move, Harry.” Remus commanded, causing Harry to look over his shoulder so that he could see Remus and nodded, panting rapidly trying to catch his breath.
The first few swipes of Sirius’ tongue were random, leaving Harry unable to predict when they’d come, as if Sirius was playing a game with him, keeping him on his toes.
Each time Harry would be unable to do anything besides throw his head back, moaning, and then nearly dropping it to the floor with a thud.
Then suddenly it wasn’t just tongue that was pressing against his hole, he felt Sirius’ lips as well, felt the scratchy beard hairs scraping against his sensitive skin and Harry felt his body spasm as a lightning bolt of lust shot through his spine, causing his hole to wink which made Sirius and Remus both groan in frustrated lust.
Unable to support his body through his arms he faltered and Harry’s face was pressed into the cushioned floor, panting and breathless.
Soon the licks and kisses to his asshole were coming quicker and quicker, leaving Harry nearly hysterical as he cried out Sirius’ name over and over again, with a few Remuses mixed in.
“Let Padfoot make you feel so good, Harry, you can do that for us right?” Remus asked, and Harry nodded, absently noticing only then that they kept calling each other Moony and Padfoot, like two of the Marauders who made the Map. A part of his brain, the one that never stopped thinking immediately wondered if that meant what he thought it meant. It would explain so much.
That train of thought was interrupted however by Sirius’ tongue on his hole again, but this time it was different. Longer, rougher. And Harry nearly cried as he curled his toes in delight.
“Ahhhh!” He couldn’t make words form properly when that tongue was scraping across his sensitive hole, almost screaming as it washed over him.
“Gods, yes, Harry! Oh you sound so good , I want to sink my teeth into you.” Remus hissed, and Harry could hear Remus’ stroking grow faster, the sound of skin slapping skin as he continued to masturbate at the sight of young Harry on the ground, being eaten out by Remus’ best friend. Harry thought he heard a chuff that sounded different than the way that Sirius had sounded.
Harry wanted to turn and look at him, to see what he was doing, but another broad lick across his hole sent Harry quivering as he sweated even more than he had been before. It felt like his skin was on fire, like every nerve in his body was burning up, lighting up like a Christmas tree. And when that tongue suddenly decided that licking across his asshole wasn’t enough, and it curled against the hole and pushed inside.
Harry cried out silently, arching his back as that hot pleasure sensation he had been feeling across his skin was suddenly sent back into overdrive and his fingers uselessly grasped and clutched at nothing, finding no purchase on the stone floor. It was too fast, too much, and Harry instinctually tried to scramble forward, just to save his mind from being broken by the mind-blowing pleasure, but he felt Sirius nip at his ass and let out a growl that brought Harry back into the moment. He couldn’t see him, unable to turn his head to see behind himself, but it didn’t sound human, and Harry was instantly struck by the image in his head of the Grim watching him at every turn this year and Harry began crying, somewhere between fear and mind-breaking lust washing him away.
“Oh, Harry, sweetie, are you crying?” Remus’ voice was so soft and kind, and Harry wanted to be held by it, “Padfoot, did you break him? Look what you’ve done, you bad boy! Make it up to him now! Clean those up.” He said, his voice firm and chastising and Harry wondered what he meant as the tongue at his hole had stopped lapping.
He realized that his eyes had been closed when he felt something long scrape across his cheeks and he snapped his eyes open, meeting wide, gleaming eyes that looked heartbroken licking away his tears. It took Harry at least three seconds to realize that the eyes and tongue didn’t belong to a human and before Harry could pull away more tears were running down his face, though saliva was drooling out of his mouth.
Remus had moved and was laying next to on the cushioned floor, his dick pressed against Harry’s thigh.
“Don’t be frightened, Harry, Padfoot’s here to make you feel better. You look like someone who could love a dog so much, Harry. You’ve wanted a dog before, right?” He spoke, as Harry forced his muscles to work properly and turned so that he could see Remus, but still could see…Padfoot.
He tried nodding, but he wasn’t sure how effective it was in his addled state.
Remus gently ran a hand across Harry’s cheek, wiping away a tear before offering it to the dog who gladly lapped it up and then was licking Harry’s face again.
“I knew you did. You would have loved having Padfoot as a dog growing up Harry, he would have treated you so right. You see, Padfoot's a special dog, Harry.” He was talking to Harry like he was a child, like he needed things explained in simple terms, but even in this state Harry knew it wasn’t patronizing, it was sympathetic. Remus wanted him to understand, to feel comfortable, and this seemed to work best.
Harry dragged his eyes back to the dog who stopped his licking to regard him, head tilted slightly to the side, as if asking Harry something. What he was asking, Harry was not sure.
“Padfoot is your godfather.” He said, leaning in and kissing Harry’s eyebrow, Harry tried to emote, to express some of the questions that began bubbling up inside of him behind the lust, but Remus shushed him, “It’s alright, Harry, we’ll explain everything.”
Harry shook his head finally able to find his words, “But-but where’s Sirius? Did he…” He felt more tears flow and suddenly Harry felt like he couldn’t think properly, nothing was making sense anymore, questions and fears began to spill out of him like a cup overflowing, “Did he not like me? Does he not want me anymore? Did I do something wrong?”
Remus looked heartbroken as he pulled Harry close, “Oh, sweetheart, you did nothing wrong, not at all. Sirius isn’t gone, he’s never going to leave you again.” Remus whispered as Padfoot nuzzled against Harry’s face, licking at him softly. “He’s right there.”
Harry turned to face Padfoot, and his brain was so confused. He’d never felt this much of anything, not even pain before. The pleasure was so intense that it made his mind feel blank, and the smell in the room was making it so much harder to think of anything beyond giving in to the lust, but Sirius was gone and the thought ached.
Why was he gone?
He must not have liked Harry after all.
Why wasn’t he here?
Had Harry done something to upset him?
He tried to think of what it could have been, but his mind was filled with so many conflicting feelings and thoughts all jumbled up.
In such a short span of time, Harry went from thinking Sirius had wanted to kill him, to thinking Sirius had loved him, but he was gone now. How could it have not been his fault?
He began to cry more, which only caused Padfoot to lick him more, and then the dog’s tongue dragged along Harry’s lips and flicked into it and Harry felt his nerves alight once more, like electricity had just coursed through his veins, crackling along his skin.
“Don’t you see, Harry? Sirius is Padfoot, Harry, he’s our lovely Padfoot. Isn’t he so handsome?” Remus asked, gently running a hand through Harry’s hair, as he turned Harry’s head to look at Padfoot again, and now Harry could see the intelligent gleam in Padfoot’s eyes, the same color as Sirius Black’s was, the way they regarded him knowingly, and then the way Padfoot was nodding his head in a distinctly un-doglike way that let Harry know Remus was telling the truth. He felt the fear of abandonment fade away like smoke and Harry began to cry more, but not in sadness and fear.
Sirius didn’t leave him.
He would never leave him.
Remus and Sirius wouldn’t leave him.
Sirius still wanted him.
The thoughts made Harry euphoric as he regarded the dog near him, the one who had just licked his lips.
“Both are so handsome…” Harry managed weakly, his voice rough and raw from all the noise he’d been making, nodding as much as he could, which came across a bit more like a weak flopping of his head, but he heard Remus chuckle and Padfoot released a bark that sounded suspiciously like laughter as Harry was able to feel the pride and arrogance in the dog’s presence.
“Please…don’t leave me.” He managed, looking between the two of them as quickly as he could.
Suddenly Padfoot’s tongue once more ran along Harry’s lips and Harry couldn’t stop the moan as he opened them, knowing what was going to happen when he did.
It was so wrong! So filthy ! So degrading! But in that single moment, the thought made Harry painfully hard once more, and Harry wasn’t sure how much more his body could take before he was back in that blank space once more.
Sirius-Padfoot’s tongue was longer than either Sirius in his human form, or Remus’, but it wasn’t as thick. But it reached parts of Harry’s mouth that Harry didn’t know could feel that good. Suddenly Padfoot’s mouth was stretching around Harry’s face as he drove his tongue deeper, and Harry was sure he felt it in the back of his throat.
He choked out a moan, which Padfoot seemingly took as encouragement and continued his assault.
“So fucking beautiful.” Remus whispered, and Harry could vaguely see him out of the corner of his eyes watching the two of them as if this were a religious experience, something so utterly heavenly that it made Harry’s blood thrum with euphoria and he couldn’t keep his eyes open as they fluttered shut as the myriad feelings were running through his young mind and body.
Harry felt like he was being devoured and yet worshiped at the same time by these two older men.
Harry knew what they were doing was wrong by everyone else’s standards, and if anyone found out they would be punished, but Harry would protect them. He would defend them from anyone who tried to take these men from him.
He had wanted this.
Wanted it for a long time, and finally it was being given to him, and really, didn’t Harry deserve to be adored?
Didn’t he deserve to have people who loved him so completely like these two were doing?
Harry had tasted the forbidden fruit, and now he was changed. He’d never be the same teenager he was before he came to the Defense classroom to check in about his lessons. And Harry never wanted to return to who he was before this.
The thought emboldened him, sparking a newfound determination inside of him that reinvigorated him.
He began to return Padfoot’s licking and exploring with his own eagerly, causing Sirius to twine his tongue around Harry’s and making the boy whimper as he felt Remus begin to explore his skin once more.
“Oh Sirius, Harry. So wonderful for me. Both of you. All mine.” Remus whispered to himself, as if lost in his own cloud of lust, just as Harry was.
Remus slowly moved, until he was no longer right next to Harry, but was instead at his hole like Sirius had been and was licking him as well, moaning like it was something delicious instead of just Harry’s asshole.
Whereas Sirius had been relentless with his tongue, Remus was more gentle, more relaxed, as if he believed he’d have all the time in the world to eat Harry out.
Harry reached up a hand shakily and placed it into Sirius’ fur, tightening it in his hands and Harry moaned around Padfoot’s tongue. His fur was so soft , so perfect in his hands, and he wanted to curl up with Padfoot, kissing him like this as he felt his fur on his body, while Remus’ tongue persistently was pressing into him.
He couldn’t help but press his hips back as Remus was licking him, feeling the tongue begin to go deeper as Padfoot’s had before.
No longer did Harry feel any insecurities about it.
It felt absolutely amazing, and they both were clearly enjoying it, so why should Harry feel insecure about it?
The confident thought brought even more energy to Harry’s body, causing him to press back into Remus’ tongue more and more as he reciprocated Sirius’ canine tongue in his mouth, more aggressively licking at what he could of Padfoot’s maw causing the dog to release something between a whine, bark, and whimper.
Harry could only imagine how he looked, covered in tears and drooling as he made out with a dog while his teacher was licking and kissing his hole, digging his tongue into his thirteen year old ass.
The thought hit him like a bullet and he shuddered in delight.
The scent of the three of them was like the best perfume, something so downright perfect that Harry couldn’t help but fall into it fully. There was nothing else in the world except the three of them, and Harry felt so complete right then that he knew this was what life was supposed to be.
The hand in Sirius’ fur began to pet him, moving down further and further each stroke until Sirius flopped down next to him on his side while still kissing him, and Harry moved his hand to where he knew Padfoot’s dick would be.
Harry had seen dogs mating before, so he understood the basics of it, and so when he felt Padfoot’s dick he took a hold of it without hesitation.
It felt different than a human dick, more pointed and physically hotter, like he was running a fever. At the base was a protrusion of hard flesh, pulsing and hotter than the dick itself.
Like how Remus’ had been spurting out precum, so did Sirius’ as a dog, leaving a puddle beneath him as Harry stroke it, causing Sirius to falter in his kiss, his maw tightening around Harry’s face for a second, causing those teeth to prick into the sides of Harry’s face. Harry wasn’t sure if they drew blood, but there was a faint stinging that he registered, but he didn’t care– it felt so good.
Like he had with Remus earlier, he felt powerful , like he was the most powerful wizard alive if this was how he could make these grown men– dangerous men act. He had so much power here, and it made his magic swell and surge like a wave, until it was touching everything in the room, heightening Harry’s awareness. He could feel both Sirius and Remus’ magic mixing with his own.
Sirius Black’s magic was wild; brutal, vicious, like a hunter in the darkness, seeking to rip Harry apart and devour him, it was possessive and malicious but yet begging and pleading, and it made Harry dive into making out with the canine with more vigor, while Remus’ was more solid: firm and heavy, but it had an anger deep inside of it, a hunger very much like Sirius’ but far more untamed. It was savage and frenzied, and when the two magics mixed, and washed over Harry, Harry knew they could kill him so easily, and the thought turned him on.
This was dangerous .
They were dangerous. And Harry loved them for it.
Remus pulled back and Harry felt his ass feel empty, which was such an odd feeling, and one Harry wanted to remedy. He wanted Remus’ tongue back in him, filling the dripping wet and stretched out hole and he groaned, pressing his hips back more to try and convince Professor Lupin to return.
Remus lightly smacked Harry’s ass, causing him to gasp into Padfoot who huffed amusement at the sound.
“He’s ready for you to break him in, Padfoot.” Remus said, leaning down to press kisses to Harry’s lower back and top of his ass crack, digging his fingers into Harry’s firm thighs.
Padfoot pulled from Harry’s mouth with a whimper as Harry removed his hand from the warm and pulsing cock he was holding, causing Harry to drool as he whimpered from the loss.
He felt so utterly empty right now, no longer were both of their tongues filling him up on both ends, making him feel like he was something to devour.
He wanted to cry out for them, but Remus seemed to sense Harry’s frustration and after shimmying so that he was near Harry’s face he patted him gently, “Don’t worry, baby,” He whispered, making Harry arch his back at the name, “Padfoot’s gonna make sure you’re all filled up soon enough. He’s going to break you, Harry, darling, and you’re going to beg for more. You want that right? Want your godfather to break you in for me, take your virginity? That’s what godfathers are for after all. Make you feel good and teach you how to please others, please me . Don’t you want that? To let him ruin you for anyone but us? ” Remus’ soft and gentle voice was laced with a vicious cruelty that Harry hadn’t heard from him before, like he wanted to hurt Harry, but Harry knew it was in a way that Harry was going to adore. His eyes burning with something so dark and scary that it made Harry’s heart race in that heady mix of fear and lust, unable to speak under that monstrous gaze.
So he nodded vigorously, tongue lolling out as he continued to nod at Remus through lidded eyes. He wanted that so bad he felt like he would die if they didn’t give it to him.
Hell, if he died tonight, he would die in complete bliss, not another care in the world.
He wasn’t sure when his glasses had been removed, but there were no long on his face, but Harry didn’t care, he could see Remus and Sirius fine surprisingly, could feel them around him.
He watched Padfoot plod up behind him, but Remus pulled his attention back to him.
Remus patted him softly on the head, the other hand cupping his face, “That’s what I thought. Such a good boy for us, Harry. Our little slut , our little whore, our son .” He said the words with such fondness and love that Harry couldn’t help but press further into Remus’ hand, whining, nodding, as he let the emotions take him away again. “Isn’t he Padfoot?”
Padfoot let out a whining chuff that Harry was quickly realizing was a ‘Yes.’
Remus smiled so proudly at Harry, that Harry began to cry once more with a smile on his face.
“Oh Harry, honey, you look so beautiful when you cry. I bet everyone tells you you look so much like your father-” He started and Harry instantly felt a weird sense of disappointment at the words, but Remus continued, “But you don’t . James could never look as handsome, as incredible as you are right now. He could never look so utterly innocent . Could never look so pure like you can with Padfoot at your hole. Oh, Harry!” He said and the disappointment was gone, instead it was filled with such utter pride and accomplishment.
They were looking at him, not his father.
They wanted him not James.
He was better than James was at something!
That had never happened before.
He was nuzzling into Remus’ hand enthusiastically now as Sirius began to lick him once more. His tongue curled into Harry’s hole which he realized was open more than he had ever felt it open before, loosened by Remus’ attention, and he felt Padfoot’s long canine tongue stretch deeply inside of him. It made Harry arch his back even further, which only made Sirius’ tongue hit at angles it hadn’t before, and he could feel the dog’s drool dripping out of his hole.
Soon enough Harry was panting and moaning once more, unable to stop himself from drooling onto the stone beneath him, saliva dripping steadily as he felt Sirius Black taste him so deeply and make him so wet.
After a few moments, Sirius seemed content and Harry was suddenly pinned under a heavy and warm weight, but he didn’t feel fur. He tried to turn back and look at Sirius, see him back in human form, and Remus held him so he could turn enough to see.
He could see the wild looking man kneeling behind him, reaching to brush his untamed hair behind him so he could look at Harry better.
He grinned down at Harry, reaching down to run his hands up his back, pressing against all of Harry’s firm muscles from Quidditch.
“Merlin, Moony, he’s so strong! Have you felt these muscles? I thought he would be softer, but he’s better .” Sirius leaned down and began kissing Harry’s shoulder adoringly, licking occasionally and nipping every once and a while.
“Isn’t he?” Remus asked Sirius adoringly, rubbing Harry’s face gently as he held him, “Wait until his hands are around your cock, Padfoot. He’s perfect at that, these years of broom practice have given him such good hand strength. Isn’t that right, Harry, honey?”
Harry didn’t know what to say so he just nodded, knowing that’s what Remus wanted from him.
“Look at him, so loving, so eager to please us.” Sirius said, moving closer so that Harry could feel his dick slid against his crack and it made Harry shudder.
“Look at that, he’s so ready and eager for you, Padfoot. I want you to utterly break him, got it, dear? Harry wants that too, don’t you, baby?”
Harry looked from Remus’ dark grin to Sirius who was smirking like Remus had just promised him the one thing he had wanted most of all and nodded so hard that he was worried he might pull something.
“Yes!” He nearly shouted, and they both leaned down to kiss his face where they could, and Harry blushed at his own eagerness.
“So adorable, pup.” Sirius whispered, “I’ll make your first time so wonderful, you’ll always remember it.”
Harry nodded again as he felt Sirius slide his hips back and then forward again, causing his dick to slip a little further between his asscheeks, and for a split second Harry felt it catch on his stretched out, dripping hole and he whimpered again.
“Oh gods, Padfoot, listen to him. You make him make such beautiful sounds. Do it again.” He commanded, and instantly Sirius complied, his dick catching for a moment longer than before, before it slid up once more, and Harry couldn’t help but let out a small hiccupping whine.
“Oh Moony, you’re right, he sounds so perfect. I wish I could hear that every day.” He looked from Harry to Remus with a dreamy look in his eyes.
“We’re going to.” Remus said firmly, and both Harry and Sirius looked at him, “He’s ours now. He belongs to us.” Remus said, his eyes clouded by a dark lust, “You’re not gonna let them take him from you, are you, Padfoot? Harry Potter belongs to Sirius Black and Remus Lupin now, he’s ours. We’re going to drive him out of his mind every day like this. And in so many different ways as well, aren’t we, Harry?”
Harry reached out and touched Remus’ leg, looking up at him hopefully. “Please?”
Sirius let out a choked laugh, something sadder than it should have been, “Harry, I want you to live with me. Like you should.” He continued to slide his dick along Harry’s hole, as both of them turned to look at Sirius, “I’m your godfather. If you want to come live with me…Well, who’s going to stop me from giving that to him? Right, Remus? I want you two all to myself.”
Harry was nodding, the idea of being able to be with the two men every day from now on made his heart soar, and he looked to Remus, who was looking between the two of them and then sighed as if the idea was bringing him back down to earth instead of up in the clouds where Harry wanted them all to stay, “I want that too, but Padfoot…where will you–?”
“Grimmauld Place!” Sirius said firmly, “It’s mine. Mother may have blasted me off the tapestry, but Father never actually disowned me. It’s mine by blood.” He reached down and ran both of his hands down around Harry’s neck and moved down to hug him close. “He’s ours , I’m not letting him go again.”
Remus sighed and for a moment Harry was worried that the mood had been ruined, but suddenly his lips twitched upwards and soon a wicked smirk was tugging at them, the dark gleam in his eyes returning as his dick twitched obscenely. “You’re right, Padfoot, that sounds perfect . Now stop making our Harry have to wait, he wants his godfather to ravish him, rape him.”
Harry felt his breath get knocked out of his lungs at the words. They were so aggressive, so vile but that just made Harry feel more aroused. He was talking about him like he wasn’t there, but the way Remus glanced down at him with that dark grin let Harry know he was fully aware of Harry, and gave him an out. Harry gave a tiny shake of his head, he was going to do this, and he knew he’d love it. Remus smiled so lovingly at Harry even with that savage gleam in his eyes.
Sirius grinned against Harry’s neck and growled, “You don’t have to tell me twice, Moony. Are you ready, Harry? I’ll be gentle at first, I promise.” He nipped at Harry's neck and ear, and Harry nodded.
“Please, Sirius. Please…” He paused,
“So eager.” He whispered and he pulled his hips back and carefully aimed himself so that as he pressed forward, his large cock was pressing against Harry’s loosened and slick hole and it began to enter him.
Harry nearly wailed, and both Remus and Sirius held him close, kissing him and shushing him in kind, promising him that the pain would fade, but Harry wasn’t wailing from the pain, though it was there, but the raw sensation of being filled .
He’d never even used his fingers before, always self-conscious about it, even with magic, but Sirius’ cock was burning hot inside of him now, and slowly dragging and pressing on nerves that Harry didn’t even know he had.
“S-S-S-Sirius!” He sobbed, as Sirius pressed into him more, and accidently pressed back into his godfather which made Sirius almost howl, arms holding him tighter.
“Moony, he just pushed himself back onto me!” He hissed, his voice pained as he tried to stay still, “He’s so tight still, gods! It hurts, but it's so good.”
Remus’ moan was ragged and it filled Harry up in a different way than Sirius was.
Remus suddenly scrambled around, staying in the position that allowed Harry to relax on his thighs until he found his wand, and muttered something under his breath with a small quick gesture, and Harry felt something warm, heavy and tight wrap around the base of his dick. “There we go!” He exclaimed, “That way you can’t cum until the end!” Remus sounded so utterly pleased with himself for having thought of it.
Sirius laughed heartily, interrupted by a groan as it caused him to move inside of Harry. “You think of everything, Moony.” He said through gritted teeth as he restrained himself from truly hurting Harry.
Harry felt the stretch of his muscles like a fire, but the more he was breathing in Remus’ scent from the dick that was just out of reach of his tongue, the more he was able to relax, until the stretch was quickly blooming into something arousing.
If this is how sex was normally, he could easily see why people wanted to do it all the time.
Sirius was staying as still as he could, only pressing in a tiny bit every minute or so, but Harry was getting impatient. The pain was still there, but something inside of it was quickly tying it to pleasure, much like how his brain tied fear and arousal together, and suddenly he wanted more .
He wanted more of Sirius inside of him, he wanted more of the burning stretch, he wanted more of Sirius pressing deeper into him than anything had ever been in him.
He could feel Sirius’ cock, a bit longer than Remuss. It wasn’t as wide, but that wasn’t saying much as Remus’ cock was thick.
Harry decided to take the initiative, and in a moment of recklessness, he pushed his hips back until he was pressed flush against Sirius’ abdomen feeling the rough hair of his crotch scratching against his ass, and Sirius actually howled at the sensation.
“Harry!” He cried out, causing Remus to quickly wave his wand to put up some privacy charms, as if it had just occurred to him that they might be heard.
“Oh god, oh gods, Harry. Moony. Remus. Harry!” Sirius was holding onto Harry as if Harry held his life in his hands, panting and gasping for breath just as much as Harry was now, babbling Remus and Harry’s names and Harry turned just enough to see that Sirius’ eyes had rolled back into his head and his tongue was hanging out, and Harry turned and tried to kiss him as much as he could at that angle.
Sirius eagerly reciprocated, but Harry could tell that Sirius was out of it now, his arms and hands clutching Harry tight, his chest pressed against Harry’s back so that the sweat pooling between them was causing them to slide every time either of them shifted.
“My men, so hot together.” Remus moaned, “Don’t hog him all to yourself, Padfoot, let me have that mouth now.”
Sirius nodded, pulling back from Harry like he was in a trance as multiple strands of saliva connected them and then broke as Remus reached up and put one hand in Harry’s hair and moved a bit closer so that Harry was right next to his cock once more.
The scent was even stronger again, and Harry breathed it in like it was the only air in the room, rubbing his face against the wet and hard flesh, causing both of the adults to groan, with Remus’ being far more high-pitched.
Like it had in the beginning, Harry felt wonderfully empowered by Remus’ reactions. Sirius was more wild, but Remus kept switching between being dark and demanding, and being needy and under Harry’s control.
Something in Remus changed though as soon as Harry’s tongue touched his cock, going from that vicious dark gleam to an imploring and more deferential disposition.
He licked it once more, savoring the taste of Remus’ precum.
It still was astonishing how much precum he was producing, it was something he expected more on a dog like Padfoot than a man, but it was deliciously Remus and whenever he licked it Remus whined loudly and threw his head back, so Harry did just that.
“Suck him, Harry.” Sirius whispered into his ear, probably too quiet for Remus to hear, seemingly more in control of himself, “He’ll love it. Can you get one hand around the base?” He asked, his voice low as he began to shift a bit in Harry’s ass.
Harry nodded slightly, loving the way Sirius’ voice tickled his ear, rough and breathy as he recovered from what Harry had done earlier, and he adjusted himself so that he had a free hand.
“Yes, Harry,“ Sirius continued, “Wrap it right against the bottom of ol’Moony’s dick. Tightly, okay? He really will love this, I promise.”
Harry did as he was told, and as he took a hold of his teacher’s penis, it was suddenly as hard as a rock beneath that slick smooth skin. A spurt of precum shot up and landed in Remus’ pubes, and in the hair on his chest and abdomen. Remus whined, hands covering his face as if he couldn’t stand it.
Sirius suddenly reached past Harry, causing him to somehow press even further into Harry’s ass with a groan as he grabbed the wand from next to Remus and did the same gesture that Remus had done, and Harry watched a thick leather band encircle the base of Remus’ dick, right below Harry’s hand. Remus threw his head back and gasped, snapping his gaze back down to the two of them, eyes wide.
“Now,” He pulled back and Harry felt him cast the spell again on himself, “I want you to suck your teacher off, Harry. You know how to do that don’t you?”
Harry nodded, and moved closer to Remus’ dick, while Remus was watching him intently, eyes wide through his splayed fingers as he panted heavily, tongue dropping out of his mouth. He made sure to keep looking into those eyes as he placed his mouth around the tip of Remus’ dick like he had earlier. It had not been that long ago, but it felt like a lifetime ago now.
Harry felt Sirius groan as much as he heard him, felt that chest deep vibration resonate through his body as Harry bobbed his head clumsily up and down, as he kept his hand tight around the base of Remus’ dick causing Remus to sob. This was the Remus that he had first seen when he had come into the room, the more meek one who couldn’t understand how Harry could be doing this. It was almost like he was seeing two different versions of Remus tonight, this gentler and more timid one who was completely under Harry and Sirius’ control, and the demanding and vicious one that commanded them both. Harry liked both sides of Remus.
“Just like that Harry, Remus always loved when I did that.”
Harry nodded, causing him to bob more on Remus.
“Now, slowly stroke him while you go a bit deeper next time. Make sure you keep your grip firm though, that’s the key.” He told him, and Harry did as he was told, loving that Sirius was teaching him from personal experience. He wanted to see them together, the idea of the two of them, so handsome, together made Harry feel lighter. It would have been so sexy to watch.
He slowly began to stroke up while Harry fit more of Remus’ dick into his mouth.
He looked up at Remus who was trying to watch him, but was biting the side of his thumb to control himself, the other hand fisted into his own brown hair as if to prevent himself from reaching down and hurting Harry.
Harry loved that vulnerable look in his eyes just as much as the darker one.
With a sharp inhale through his nose, Harry went down further and Remus nearly wept at the sensation.
“Oh fuck Harry, that’s so perfect, yeah, keep doing that. Remus is big, but I know you can do it. You can take him all, just like you’re taking me.” As if to punctuate his words, Sirius pulled out a tiny bit and thrust back in, pushing Harry a bit further down Remus’ dick.
Harry moaned around Remus, which caused him to moan, which seemed to cause Sirius to moan.
Harry began to stroke a little faster, bobbing his head to the same point as he let his mouth get used to the feeling.
“I’m gonna start fucking you, okay Harry?” He whispered, licking along Harry’s ear.
Harry pulled back up off Remus and nodded pleadingly before putting his mouth back onto his teacher’s cock.
Sirius let out a groan and then began to pull out slowly.
In an instant Harry hated the feeling. It felt like all of Harry was being pulled out with Sirius, like Sirius’ dick had emptied him of all else but him and Remus, and as he pulled out, Harry couldn’t help but protest, though the noise was muffled around the Professor.
And then once the emptiness of Sirius pulling out became almost too much to bear, Sirius snapped his hips forward, causing Harry’s eyes to roll back and him to push forward, taking Remus in more than he could handle yet, causing him to gag and sputter, which seemed to drive Remus insane with arousal.
His eyes were wide, and the hand that he had been biting on was in Harry’s hair tightly.
Harry pulled back a bit, trying to breathe, but he didn’t pull off. He was going to succeed, Sirius had faith in him, and he wanted to prove that he could to Remus.
He continued stroking, and some of the saliva that had bubbled up when he gagged was making it easier for him to slide his fist along Remus.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god.” Remus kept chanting, as if he’d lost the ability to form any other words.
Harry slid his hand down as he went further down in his mouth, but was startled to find that the base of Remus’ cock was thicker than it had been just a bit earlier. The flesh was swollen, and the same dark red purple as Remus’ tip was. It was just as hard as the rest of Remus’ cock if not harder.
Remus was babbling still as Harry ran his hand over the harder flesh, causing the man to nearly thrash in pleasure.
“There it is!” Sirius said, letting himself stay inside Harry fully as he leaned back down to speak to him, “It’s…Remus’ time of the month Harry.” He chuckled as if he was telling a joke, “It’s nothing bad. I promise…” He stopped as if to think he next words through as much as he could considering the circumstances, “Remus has a condition , one night of the month he’s really sick, but sometimes the day before it happens he gets like this,” He angled his head at Remus who couldn’t even focus on them as Harry’s hand shifted on his cock. “He can’t help himself. He’s so horny that he wasn’t able to resist you one bit when you came in. Isn’t that hot?”
Harry groaned, nodding smally as he licked Remus.
“Now, part of his condition causes his cock to do that. It’s incredibly sensitive, and won’t go down until he’s cum from it. It’s his knot.” He breathed dreamily as he looked at it. “Do you know what a knot is?”
Harry faintly shook his head.
“I figured as much. You ever seen dogs fucking?”
Harry nodded now, sucking on the tip as he gripped the knot in his hands tightly causing Remus’ hand in his hair to pull tightly while drooling over himself.
“A knot is what keeps the male dog inside the bitch. Ensures he knocks her up.” He said, the words vulgar and crass, and hearing them come from Sirius’ mouth was gorgeous. Harry nodded, understanding. “So as hot as it would be to watch, you don’t want to get that caught in your mouth tonight. You’ll need a lot more experience before you can handle that, got it my boy?”
Harry nodded, “Good boy.” He rewarded Harry with a kiss against his temple and another thrust causing Harry to press himself against Sirius feeling their skin slip and slide against each other from the sweat. “Now get back to treating Moony, Harry, pup. He deserves some extra love for all the pain he’s gone through.”
Harry didn’t understand what he had meant but he was determined to fulfill Sirius’ command. Remus did deserve this, deserved release and Harry was going to give it to him.
Sirius began to fucking him now, pulling almost completely out before thrusting back in as Harry grew more confident with his mouth and was going deeper, stroking Remus and occasionally squeezing the knot in his hand, marveling at the way it seemed to drive Remus insane.
There were moments where Remus would look down at him, lips around his cock and his eyes would rapidly shift between that dark hunger and the fearful pleasure and Harry couldn’t help but want to see more of it.
Sirius was growing more and more aggressive, and Harry loved it.
Having Remus in his mouth, while Sirius was pounding away at his ass was like heaven. It made him more and more reckless and brave, and he began to take more and more of Remus in his mouth until the tip of Remus’ cock was beginning to gag him every time he went down. Remus never pushed him down, never held him still, just had his hand in Harry’s hair as if he needed the anchor and Harry gave it to him.
Soon, while rolling his hips back to meet Sirius’ thrusts Harry was nearly touching the knot with his lips.
“Moony.” Sirius finally spoke to the teacher who’s eyes snapped open and he looked around before settling on Sirius and Harry. “Moony, I’m gonna need you to take control again, I’m getting close and I want to give you a treat.”
Remus nodded, swallowing heavily as Sirius grinned, peppering Harry’s face with kisses as his thrusts grew a bit more erratic. He grabbed the wand and flicked it and then tossed it next to him again.
“H-Harry, honey, look at me.” Remus managed to get out, his voice rough and broken, “Oh sweetheart this is going to feel soo good, I promise you. It used to drive me crazy when he’d do it to me, I promise it’ll be okay, alright?”
Harry nodded, a little worried, but then Sirius changed his angle and hit something inside Harry that made his eyes shoot open and a whimpering scream rolled out from inside of him.
It was like every piece of Harry had been energized, set on fire, and electrified all at once and he couldn’t keep the tears from his eyes as Sirius grinned at the noise and angled himself so that he was hitting that spot inside Harry again and again, ripping those choked screams and cries from inside of him, muffled as Remus reached down and held Harry’s face which was still around his dick. “It’ll be okay, Harry, it feels good right?”
Harry nodded jerkily, as his own dick began to pulse and he felt like he was going to orgasm again, but instead of release he just felt pressure building up and it made him sob.
“I know it’s so much that it hurts, but when it’s finished you’ll never want to do anything else.” Remus whispered so gently, and Harry looked up at those gentle amber eyes as Sirius continued to pound away at his ass, causing him to bounce between the two of them with every thrust, and nodded as Remus’ thumb wiped away some of his tears, “Now there’s a good boy. Our handsome boy. Now, are you ready for something even better feeling?”
Even better? Harry didn’t understand how it could get any better than this, but he saw Remus look at Sirius and nod once, eyes set and then he looked back down at Harry.
Harry felt the change deep inside of him as Sirius shifted into Padfoot while still trusting inside of Harry and Harry nearly screamed in pleasure. He felt the sweat slick skin shift into fur that grazed across his skin and made him sob from the raw sensation. Padfoot was huge, and his weight was heavy and he was hot but that made Harry all the more aroused as he sob and cried as the dog began to thrust into him even faster, more brutally and uncontrollably that Sirius had and Remus held Harry’s face in his hands, pulling his cock out of Harry’s mouth as Harry continued to cry and moan.
He was sure he was babbling their names, and swears, and praises, and Harry felt that blissful blankness start to creep in at the edge as the pleasure was becoming so much more than Harry could have imagined possible.
Remus looked at him like Harry was absolutely beautiful, covered in sweat, tears, spit, and precum and Harry nearly cried at the way Remus looked at him like Harry was something so wonderful. He leaned his head up as Remus leaned forward and suddenly Harry saw Padfoot’s head next to him, tongue lolling out as he fucked Harry’s ass.
And then Remus was kissing Padfoot, just as Harry had been earlier and Harry was going mad. The sight was so fucking hot , the way that Padfoot’s tongue would curl into Remus’ open and willing mouth, watching Remus’ tongue reach out and meet it. The breathless way that Remus moved one of his hands so that one was cradling Harry’s face while the other was cradling Padfoot’s.
Harry felt Remus’ cock slap against his cheek and he shifted so that he was able to take it in his mouth once more, wanting to have Remus inside of him while the two of them were kissing.
As debauched as being fucked by Padfoot was, watching his teacher making out with Padfoot while Padfoot was fucking him was so utterly depraved that Harry felt like if hell existed, he just bought a one way ticket to it from the way that it was the hottest thing that he had ever seen in his life. But if such beautiful pleasure was a sin, then Harry didn’t want to be virtuous. He’d drag every saint down from a heaven that denied him this until Hell itself was full.
This was Heaven now. Them .
Each of Sirius’ thrusts ground against that spot inside of him from before, and Harry was crying just as much as he was moaning from how good it felt.
Padfoot’s thrusts started to grow faster and Harry felt something harder begin to press at his asshole, and he remembered that Padfoot was a dog, and Sirius had just told him about dogs.
Sirius as Padfoot had a knot as well.
The knot wasn’t too large yet, but when Sirius would thrust he could begin to feel it catch his hole and stretch it as it entered or pulled out, growing bigger with each thrust.
Harry’s own cock felt like it was going to explode, but the spell that Remus had conjured around the base made it impossible and it was driving Harry crazy. His balls felt like they would burst with each time that Sirius hit that spot inside of him.
Sirius’ thrusts into him were getting harder as the knot was growing too big, it was beginning to hurt each time it pushed through and then Sirius pushed in one last time and the knot was too big. Harry gasped as his muscles closed behind the knot and it was trapped inside of him, he couldn’t breathe enough to fill his lungs, instead it just made him feel like Sirius’ cock and knot was filling him completely, he kept thrusting but they were shallow sharp thrusts deeper into Harry that Harry couldn’t do anything but simply let happen.
He looked up and saw that Remus was watching him, enthralled, as Sirius seemed to lose himself in the animal feelings. “Padfoot, come inside of him, for me. Please .” He whispered to the dog as Padfoot clamped his teeth around Harry’s neck not tearing the skin but putting enough pressure to possibly draw a few pinpricks of blood and Harry felt the last thrust inside of him. Suddenly his insides were flooding with heat. It was so hot, like it was on fire, and it made Harry throw his head back as Padfoot’s teeth dug in a little tighter.
“Oh god yes, Harry!” Remus hissed, and then Remus’ hand in his hair got tighter tugging him off Remus’ dick as he leaned down and pulled Harry into a kiss.
He wondered if Remus could taste his cock and precum on his tongue when he kissed him as Padfoot’s huge head was panting next to his ear, licking at the side of his head lovingly now.
Every second, Padfoot’s knot would pulse deep inside of Harry, and he could feel more cum being pumped inside of him, the hot liquid warming him from the inside out like fire hotter than Harry’s own temperature, and with each pulse, it would press against that spot until Harry was driven out of his mind by the combination of that and Remus’ expert kissing.
Remus pulled away, and looked at Padfoot, “My turn. Change now.” Harry could hear that dark side surface in Remus once more and he felt Sirius return, felt the pressure loosen from his ass and it made him feel so empty.
He could feel Sirius’ cum leak out from his stretched hole as he pulled out and crawled over to where Remus was, who reached down and pet Sirius’ head along with Harry’s who was trying to catch his breath, “Good boys. My wonderful boys. Turn around Harry, show me how Padfoot used you.”
Harry immediately complied, turning around as fast as his sore muscles could and Remus smiled so sweetly at Harry as he did so that it made him feel happy. “Good.” He leaned in, holding Harry’s cheeks apart, “Look at that, Padfoot, you did so great. Look at how ruined he is.” He ran a finger along Harry’s hole causing him to moan as he tried to tighten, causing the hole to flutter. Both Remus and Sirius groaned as they watched.
Harry’s head dropped to the floor with a thud as he felt Remus’ tongue run along his asshole, curling slightly into Harry’s ass.
Oh god, Harry didn’t even think that someone could do that, but he loved it.
“You taste so good in him, Padfoot.”
“Give me a taste, Moony!”
Harry watched over his shoulder as Remus and Sirius kissed again, it was messy and lazy and Harry could see the semen move from Remus’ tongue onto Sirius as they’re tongues lazily entwined.
He could watch them all day, as gorgeous as they were together.
“Padfoot, I don’t want Harry to only be on the receiving end tonight.”
Padfoot nodded eagerly, “Can I do it?!”
“I knew you would want to, Padfoot, dear.”
“How do you want me to do it, Moony?”
“It’s your job to teach him, Padfoot, I trust you’ll think of something adequate as his godfather.”
Sirius prowled over in front of Harry, leaning down so that his face was on the floor with Harry, as if that was just normal, “Hear that, pup? Remus loves you so much and is concerned about making you happy that he wants you to fuck me!” Sirius seemed so excited by the idea that Harry simply smiled lazily up at him. His brain felt like mush. Like someone had thrown him into a mortar and ground him up, leaving just a paste that had been Harry in its place.
Harry really looked at Sirius now that he was slightly coming off his high though the scent of their sex in the air was still flowing through his veins.
The man was thinner than seemed healthy, with dark tattoos across his body that Harry wanted to trace his fingers across.
He didn’t appear like someone who had escaped prison and was hiding out trying to hunt him down, though Harry was obviously sure now that Sirius didn’t intend on hurting him. But he was clean which confused Harry as he stared at the man, his godfather apparently. Remus wouldn’t lie about something like that, so Harry accepted it.
He was just confused as to how he was so clean and handsome if he was on the run.
“Magic.” Sirius said, smiling a bit too widely, too amused, at Harry who just stared at him.
“Remus used magic to clean me up while you were out of it earlier, didn’t want me scaring you when you saw me.”
Harry didn’t understand how he had known what he was thinking, was Sirius able to read minds?
Then Sirius grinned widely again, “Yes.”
“Sirius, don't confuse your poor godson.”
Sirius turned to Remus, smiling in a way that seemed so soft and sincere, then turned to Harry with the same smile, “You said it out loud.” He reached over and ruffled Harry’s hair, who blushed heavily at the realization, “Now come on, Harry, love, don’t you want to fuck me? Please?” Sirius pleaded, pouting at Harry who blinked a few times and then tried to hold himself up, nodding.
“Padfoot, please hurry up, I don’t know how long I can restrain myself.” Remus said, speaking up from behind Harry.
Sirius rolled his eyes, “ Fine .” He turned to Harry again, smiling sadly, “Sorry, buddy, looks like I’ll have to do the ‘proper’ training later, Moony’s getting grumpy waiting. You do want to fuck me, right?”
Harry nodded as much as he could, his dick was still rock hard and he had wanted to cum for a while now, and the thought of being buried inside Sirius Black was something that brought him right back into painful arousal, causing his dick to twitch aggressively and begin to leak his own precum, though not nearly as much as Remus was.
“Aw, look at that! You really do! Did you see that Moony?”
“I did, Padfoot, now please get on with it.”
“Fine, fine.” Sirius pouted and then grinned, and Harry was quickly learning that Sirius was actually very earnest with his emotions, “Doggy or missionary?” He asked Remus, who rolled his eyes,
“Doggy, it’ll be easier for me as well.”
Sirius grinned, “Of course doggy would be easier for you.”
Remus stared at him, and Sirius reached for the wand he had placed to the side. “You know Harry, that was the first time I’ve had sex in 12 years. It was amazing, and I can’t wait to feel you inside of me. You’re gonna make me so proud!” He moved so he was on his elbows and knees in front of Harry, and he reached back to tap his ass with the wand, and Harry could see clear fluid begin to drip from his hole which twitched eagerly as the magic spread through it. Sirius groaned, a bit uncomfortable. “I hate the way that spell feels. I prefer doing it the physical way, far more enjoyable.”
“You don’t have the time for that Sirius, I’ll make Harry do it properly for you later, okay?” Remus said, and Harry was beginning to realize that Remus was getting rather irritable due to his horniness. There was something kind of erotic about the bit of anger in his voice, the growl and the way he was clenching his teeth, the way his eyes kept staring at Harry with hunger.
Sirius shrugged, “Sounds good to me. Now Harry, I'm all prepared now, and I can take a lot, so don’t worry about being gentle, but I’m gonna warn you, Moony is going to lose control when he gets inside of you.”
Before Remus could protest, Sirius continued, “He’s going to fuck you harder than I did, he’ll feel really bad about it after, but just try to stay relaxed for him, and let yourself feel good inside of me.”
Harry nodded, “Okay, I can do that.” His voice was rough, and his throat was sore, but he was okay with that. He really really wanted to fuck Sirius while getting fucked by Remus, sandwiched between the two of them.
Sirius reached back and held his cheeks apart, “Come on Harry, show me how much of a man you’ve become.”
Harry turned and looked at Remus who nodded, grinning, as Harry crawled closer until he was on his knees behind Sirius.
“There we go.” Remus said, moving after Harry. “Make Padfoot feel as good as he made you feel, Harry, sweetheart.” He ran his hands along Harry’s sides and then reached around and took a hold of Harry’s dick, aiming it at Sirius’ hole as he continued to hold himself apart for Harry. “There we go Harry. You’re so big for your age. I want you to make him beg for you, make him beg for your cum…Put it in him.” Remus crooned in his ear, as he guided Harry up to Sirius’ asshole, while the other hand was caressing his neck and face adoringly.
It was so warm, and Harry could feel the slick oil of the liquid smear across the tip of his cock. The sensation made him moan roughly, as Remus pressed himself snug against Harry’s back.
“Oh god Harry, I love the way that looks, it feels so good doesn’t it? Wait till you’re inside, you’ll never want to leave him. He feels so good, Harry, Padfoot– Sirius, he is so perfect, isn’t he? So loving, so excitable.”
Harry nodded, as Remus’ fingers pressed against Sirius’ hole, gathering some of the lube and rubbing it along Harry’s shaft deftly, causing all three of them to moan in sync.
“Are you two ready?” Remus asked, causing both men to nod vigorously, “Good, now Harry, push into Sirius.”
“God yes, Harry, please!” Sirius begged.
Harry nodded and began to gently push into his godfather’s ass, wanting to be kind like Sirius has been to him.
He nearly collapsed as the wet heat surrounded his cock, the way he could feel Sirius’ heartbeat through their connection, the way his balls clenched up and might have cum on the spot if it weren’t for the spelled leather around the base of his cock.
His hips stuttered a bit, and he went in a bit deeper and faster than he intended to, causing Sirius to let out a long pleased whine.
“Oh god, Harry, love, pup, gods so perfect , don’t stop! Please! .” Sirius let out a stream of praise, so pleased, so satisfied that Harry couldn’t help but puff up in pride. He was causing that! Him! It made him so happy that he reached down and ran his hands across Sirius’ back, fingers twining with the hair and pressing along the dark markings that were tattooed into his skin.
He couldn’t wait to feel his chest pressed up against Sirius’ back, with Remus’ pressed up against his back. He was going to love the way it felt, he could feel it.
“That’s our boy.” Remus whispered, “Gods, Sirius the way your ass is just taking him in, amazing. Isn’t it, Harry?” Harry nodded, looking down and seeing himself vanishing slowly into Sirius’ ass. “You can go a little faster, Sirius can take it. Can’t you, baby?”
“Please! Please Harry! Gods, please!”
“Doesn’t he sound so good begging, Harry? Begging for you .” Remus whispered in his ear and Harry felt his self control crack, he pushed the rest of the way into his godfather who threw his head back and letting out a whine so perfect that Harry couldn’t help but break from Remus and lean down so he could wrap his arms around Sirius like Sirius had done for him before.
“Sirius, god you feel so good.” Harry mumbled licking Sirius’ neck and tasting the sweat there. It was so good, and Harry wondered how could sweat taste so utterly like someone, so incredible.
He tried to copy what his godfather had done for him, and pulled his hips back slightly, though the feeling of Sirius’ hot and wet hole clinging to his dick as he pulled himself out slowly caused him to falter and accidently thrust back in, causing both of them to whimper.
“Look at you, Harry.” Remus whispered, “Such a natural.”
Harry could barely hear Remus though, his mind drowning in burning pleasure. When he was buried deep inside his godfather Harry felt like the line between the two of them was blurring. He couldn’t tell where he ended, and the pleasure that joined him to Sirius began.
He tried to pull out again, and with great effort did so without accidently thrusting back in, but as he attempted to pull out so that only the tip of him remained in, he accidently pulled out fully and he nearly cried at the lost sensation, but Remus was there, taking a hold of Harry and guiding him back into Sirius where he thrust back in.
Sirius was making such beautiful sounds as Harry began to thrust into him more steadily that it made Harry feel powerful again. He was causing those sounds! He was making him feel so good!
“You like that, huh?” Remus whispered, leaning down so that he was laying across Harry’s back, and Harry nodded mindlessly.
“He feels so good, Professor.” Harry whimpered, “So tight. So wet.” He nearly cried from how good it did feel.
“If you like that, wait until you feel what comes next.” Remus said, and Harry could hear that aggression return to his voice, “I’ll try to be gentle, but Sirius was right, I’m not going to hold back.” Remus warned him, but Harry couldn’t even imagine denying him this if this was how good it felt to fuck.
Harry wanted to know what it felt like to fuck and be fucked at the same time, “Please Professor, please fuck me!” He begged.
“Such a good and eager boy, aren’t you Harry? Such a natural.” Remus kissed his temple, “Don’t worry, you’ll be filled soon enough.”
Harry nodded, unable to keep his eyes open as he thrusted into Sirius, who was releasing a stream of swears, pleas, and whimpers.
Harry felt when Remus’ hand pressed at his entrance, fingers pressing in slightly, and testing how loose he was. Harry couldn’t help but try to tighten around the fingers, but it was hard to do so.
Apparently that was what Remus was looking for though, and he added another finger into him and began to gently stroke inside Harry, leaving him gasping and panting as he fucked his godfather. Each stroke of Remus’ fingers, and each time Sirius’ ass clung to him as he fucked him made Harry’s heart race, then Remus’ fingers were going deeper and they grazed that place in him that Sirius had found that drove him insane and Harry cried out, unable to figure out whether to push back or thrust in.
“There it is.” Remus whispered, and dragged his finger over that spot firmly, and it made Harry almost come undone on the spot. If it weren’t for the spelled leather band, Harry was sure he would have came right then and there, but instead it just made his balls feel fuller and his dick harder and so he continued to let himself be used, fucking his godfather while his teacher was fingering him intently.
“Does that feel good, sweetheart?” Remus asked into Harry’s ear, and Harry couldn’t even nod as he pressed his fingers into it once more, instead releasing a tearful cry, a broken plea for Remus to please fuck him.
“What was that, Harry, darling?”
“Remus! Oh god, Remus! Professor Lupin! Please!” Harry could barely think as his hips were torn between each thrust in and out. When he pulled out Remus pressed that spot, and when he pressed in, Sirius was enveloping him so perfectly.
“What do you want, Harry?”
“Remus, please! Remus! Sirius! Please!” He tried to press back more into Remus’ hand.
“Use your words, Harry. Tell the class what you want.” Remus said viciously, and Harry couldn’t even think as he began to repeatedly stroke that spot in him.
“Don’t be so cruel, uhg, Remus.” Sirius managed between Harry’s thrusts, “Poor boy can barely think straight.”
“Silence, Padfoot.” Remus snapped, and the tone made both Harry and Sirius whimper in pleasure. Remus’ hand pulled out of Harry and he sobbed at the loss, “Tell me what you want, Harry.”
“Remus! I want you!” He begged, “Please I need you! Oh god, please! Please fuck me!”
Remus’ fingers were back at Harry’s hole and Harry wept in joy, “Good boys. So good for me. I’ll give you what you want, Harry, don’t you worry.”
Harry nodded, unable to process anything beyond the way the two men felt around him.
Remus pulled his fingers out again, but before Harry could complain he felt something hard at his hole and then it was slowly pressing in.
Sirius had been big, but Remus was thicker than his godfather and it burned as he pressed in, but Remus was draped over him, just as Sirius was pressing up into him, leaving Harry unable to move.
“God, Sirius, Padfoot, this must have been torture.” Remus managed, his voice tight and forced as he held himself still so he wouldn’t hurt Harry. “It’s still so tight! Even after you! I can feel your cum inside of him still, feels so good, honey!”
Sirius nodded against Harry’s neck, whining, and then Remus was pushing into Harry a bit more, causing him to howl in pain and just as much pleasure.
Harry was quickly realizing that pain and pleasure were hand in hand. For every bit of pain there was just as much pleasure, and when Remus was licking at the side of his face and neck while his hands were tight around both Harry and Sirius.
“Shh, sweetheart, I promise the pain will go away.” Remus said lovingly and Harry tried to nod, but the movement was tight as Remus and Sirius were so close to him.
Remus stayed where he was, letting Harry adjust until the burning stretch of his ass was less than the pleasure it was causing.
Then Harry needed more. Needed to feel Remus move. “Remus, Professor, please.” He whispered, “Please move. I need it.”
“There’s our boy.” Remus moved one hand and quickly messed Harry’s hair up, causing Harry to press up into the hand before it was back around him.
Remus then pressed more until Harry could feel his knot pressing against his ass and Harry was full . Sirius was a little longer plus his knot wasn’t in him yet, but Remus stretched him so much that Harry felt his ass would never be tight again.
“Move for us Harry. Fuck Sirius.”
Harry did as he was told, and he pressed into his godfather and as he did so he felt himself pull himself off Remus’ cock, then when he pulled back to thrust again, he could feel his ass press itself back onto Remus.
He was fucking himself on Remus’ dick while fucking Sirius Black, and Harry loved every second of it. When he pressed forward he was drowning in Sirius’ heat, and when he pulled back he was impaling himself on Remus.
He took back what he thought earlier. This was Heaven. There was no way that he could ever feel better than he was right now.
He continued this, getting more aggressive as the pressure in his dick grew and grew. He was mindless kissing at whatever skin he could get of Sirius, and Remus was doing the same.
He felt like he was a part of both of them, like Harry was just a piece of both Sirius and Remus, who washed him away in the waves of pleasure they were bringing him.
He wasn’t even sure how long they kept going like this, as Harry’s mind was unable to focus on anything but where they were touching him. Unable to feel anything beyond the rapture that he was trapped in.
Then something changed in Remus, his voice grew rougher and his breathing more shallow and suddenly Harry wasn’t fucking himself on his dick, Remus was fucking him– slamming into him.
The sound of his teacher’s flesh slapping into his was a beautiful sound that Harry knew he loved, with each crashing thrust causing him to slam into Sirius as well.
All three of them were panting and moaning as Remus was setting the pace now.
His nails were dragging along both Harry and Sirius and the pain it caused made Harry delirious, his kissing and licking turning into nipping and biting that made Harry bite his lip to not lose himself into it.
Every time Remus would thrust in, he could feel Remus’ knot press against his hole, too big to enter, and the pain of it was causing Harry’s blood to feel like fire.
“Fuck, Harry. Fuck! So tight! So hot!” Remus growled out, his voice sounding more animalistic by the second. “Padfoot can you imagine if James knew we were fucking his little boy? If he knew the things we were doing to him?”
The words seemed to send Sirius into a frenzy as he began to slam his hips against Harry “God, Moony, I’m gonna cum!” He sobbed, as Remus began to fuck Harry even harder.
He felt Remus reaching down and grabbing the wand from the floor near them, and then the next thrust Harry felt his hole stretch wider than it had before and he screamed as the knot forced itself into him, causing Remus to swear and then howl himself.
He felt the leather band on Remus vanish, as well as the one on Harry’s cock and Harry felt his eyes roll back into his skull as he couldn’t help but cum nearly instantly into Sirius.
His asshole tightened with each jet of cum he released into his godfather’s hole, and Harry took a hold of Sirius’ cock and stroked it as he felt Sirius’ dick pulse and he felt cum shoot out of it with such force that he could hear it hit the stone beneath them.
Remus continued to fuck him, though like when Padfoot had knotted him, his thrusts were shallow, but they were brutal as his knot began to grind against Harry spot again, causing Harry to cum instantly again, the wave of pleasure that came way too fast caused Harry’s mind to go blank as it tore through him.
He cried out, his voice a broken scream as Remus bit into Harry’s neck, and Harry was so out of it he wasn’t sure if Remus broke the skin or not, but as soon as his teeth were digging into his flesh he felt Remus coming into him.
Thick spurts of cum filling him up, as he did the same to Sirius.
Every time Remus’ knot would pulse against that spot Harry would come more into Sirius, whimpering and whining as the pleasure was just too much, he could barely take it.
Remus didn’t stop though, didn’t release his neck from his teeth as he thrust shallowly while he came.
The constant waves of raw electric feeling coursing through his veins every second caused Harry to instantly fall back into that blank place where all he could feel was Sirius and Remus, and he let himself fade away until he felt like he was a part of them.
He could still feel the pleasure, pressing against that spot incessantly, unrelentingly. And soon Harry felt like he couldn’t come any more, felt like he was drained, but each time Remus or Sirius would move more would be milked from him.
He wasn’t sure how long he spent in that place, each raw and almost painful wave of feeling wearing him away, but eventually Remus’ teeth detached from his neck and he felt Remus’ tongue lapping along the bite, and he began to pull out of Harry.
It took a while, the knot holding him inside, but when it finally tugged out with a pop, Harry felt the cum pouring from his stretched out hole, and he nearly collapsed then, his cock finally able to pull out of Sirius, causing all three of them to fall to the ground, unable to hold themselves up any longer.
Harry laid there for what felt like minutes and yet hours, as Remus held him tightly, and Sirius turned around and held him close as well.
Harry felt so sore, so drained, but the way they were holding him, their mouths pressing lazy kisses to whatever skin they could. The sweet nothings they’d mumble as they did so, the way their fingers trailed across Harry’s skin, sometimes tangling together before breaking apart to caress Harry adoringly.
For the first time in Harry’s life, Harry felt truly and utterly loved. Even more than he thought he had earlier.
The emotion ran through him until he was sobbing, unable to stop himself from crying as his mind tried to hold onto the feeling, not wanting to go back to feeling unwanted and lonely.
He couldn’t stand the idea of losing it. Of losing this love now that he had found it. His hands were like putty, but he kept clutching at the men, trying to hold them so close so they could never leave him.
He knew he was babbling, crying their names between hiccuping sobs, begging them not to leave him.
He felt their lips kissing him, shushing him as they held him, and Harry thought he felt tears on his skin when they would kiss him in attempts to ease his ache.
“Oh Harry, love, no one could take me from you now.” He thought he heard Sirius tell him when he kissed the corner of Harry’s lips.
“You’re ours now, Harry.” Remus whispered, kissing where he had bitten.
“I love you. Both of you.” Harry said as more tears began to pour out of him.
He felt like he was plummeting to earth, about to hit the ground at any moment, and he was so scared of losing this love. Scared of losing the only thing that has ever felt so good.
“Oh gods, Harry, I love you too.” Sirius instantly said, kissing him firmly.
“Harry, we both love you so much.” Remus told him, kissing him at the same time.
Harry gasped, trying to get more air, but they took it as permission and suddenly they were both kissing him, their tongue flicking into his mouth at the same time, and Harry was so happy.
They meant it. He knew it.
They loved him.
The two of them held him closer, and Harry couldn’t help but cling onto them tighter, but they held him as he sobbed, running their hands through his hair as they made out with him together.
They continued like that for a while longer. Soon though, the intense feelings inside of him began to calm down and Harry was able to think again as they pulled away reluctantly.
It was like he had been in a fog of lust, unable to properly process anything that was happening beyond lust, but now the fog was breaking.
He swallowed roughly, his throat was so dry and sore that it made him cough, and the two of them pulled back and suddenly they were helping him sit up and one of them had a glass of water that Harry could only assume was conjured via magic.
He eagerly took it and drank as much as he could. It burned at first, but he was so thirsty that he pushed past the burning until he had finished the glass.
They were both rubbing his back as he did so, “That better?”
Harry nodded, and when he handed the glass back one of them vanished it with ease.
He swallowed and his throat, still sore, wasn’t dry and scratchy anymore. “I’m sorry.”
“Harry, what are you sorry for?” Sirius asked, reaching out and pulling the boy into his chest.
“I don’t know.” Harry admitted, he just felt like he had to apologize.
Remus’ arms were around him again, “Oh, Harry, you did nothing wrong. If anything I’m sorry. I took advantage of you.” Remus' voice was heavy with guilt and that made Harry feel worse.
“Did you…not want to?” Harry managed to ask, his hands clutching his knees tightly.
“It’s not that Harry!” Remus said, kissing him on the temple again, pushing his hair back softly, and Harry was beginning to realize how much he really loved when they did that. “It’s just that…How do I say this?”
Sirius cut in, “He’s worried he raped you, Harry.”
Harry looked from Sirius to Remus who turned away, and Harry could see the fear in his eyes.
“The thing about Remus’ condition is that when he gets like this…His scent does things to people. It makes it hard for them to think, and makes them really horny. He thinks that he took advantage of you in that state.”
“But I was the one who started it?” Harry asked, one of his hands reaching towards Remus, who flinched slightly when Harry touched him, but instantly reached up to keep Harry’s hand where it was.
“I know that Harry,” Sirius said, reaching over to gently run a hand through Harry’s hair, “I was watching. But Remus is scared that you weren’t in your right mind. That he made you think you had to do that.”
Remus didn’t say anything, instead Harry could see how he was curling in on himself, and it made Harry hurt to see.
“No! I promise I wanted to!” He blushed deeply, trying to force himself to say it. “I’ve…” He paused, trying to work up the nerve to admit it, “I’ve fantasized about it before. Like after the train, Professor.” He admitted, “The way you sent off the Dementor and took care of me after…” He swallowed, “I touched myself imagining you that night. And then all the times in class when you’d show us spells, or you’d bend over to pick something up and your shirt would ride up and I’d see your scars. Or whenever you’d move me to cast a spell better I loved the way you smelled, and when we were having our private lessons, I’d always hope that you’d do that more.” Harry began to pour the fantasies out, “Sometimes during dinner I’d imagine being under the teacher’s table under my cloak and making you have to act like there was nothing wrong while I was touching you. Or sometimes I’d imagine you bending me over in the middle of class and fucking me in front of everyone as if nothing was going on. And you, Sirius. Even though I thought you were trying to kill me, I’d sometimes imagine you catching me at night when I was sneaking around.”
Harry swallowed heavily as he replayed the fantasies in his head, “I’d imagine you finding me and pinning me to the walls and…” He blushed and looked down as the guilt the fantasies inspired returned. He had sworn to himself that he’d never tell anyone the kinds of things he’d imagined, “I’d imagine you raping me and making me scream while calling me horrible things. And other times I’d imagine you kidnapping me and keeping me trapped somewhere and raping me until I begged for it.” Harry hated the fantasies because he knew how horrible they were, knew how bad and dark they were. “I know it’s not right, but I promise I wanted this, Professor! When I saw your ass when you were trying to fix your trousers, I told myself that I’d probably end up jerking off to the sight tonight.” He admitted, “But then the way you smelled was just so good, Professor! I couldn’t resist. I just couldn’t keep myself from touching you. I wanted it so bad. I’m sorry.” Harry felt so ashamed, even though after everything they did he probably shouldn’t be capable of feeling shame, but it radiated out of him.
They were holding him again, and Harry could feel their dicks twitch limply against his thighs as they were quietly moaning.
“Harry, you can’t say things like that. You don’t know what they do to me.” Sirius told him, his fingers tight on Harry’s arm, but judging by the way that he looked pained though his eyes had that gleam of lust again, Harry was beginning to realize that maybe his fantasies weren’t as bad as he thought.
“Gods, Harry, I’m not going to be able to eat dinner at the teacher’s table without imagining that now.” Remus groaned, his head falling against Harry’s shoulder.
Harry smiled softly. They weren’t hating him, or judging him for his fantasies. They seemed to like them. He didn’t think that was possible, but it made him happy.
“I know this is a little late, but so…Sirius Black isn’t trying to kill me?”
Sirius laughed so sharply and loudly that it sounded more like a bark than a laugh, “Goodness no!”
Remus laughed as well, the fear in his eyes fading as it was replaced with humor, “No, Harry, though I admit the story is very…complicated.”
Harry stared at him, waiting for him to begin.
He chuckled, “Fine, so remember a little while ago when you asked me about the Map? About…” He paused, looking at Sirius, “Peter?”
Sirius stiffened against Harry, but Harry nodded, “Yes. I saw his name on Marauder’s Map. But it must have been mistaken, right? I mean, he’s dead. ”
Both Remus and Sirius looked a lot more angry now, but it wasn’t at Harry. “He’s…not is he?”
“No.” Remus managed.
“Little fucking rat framed me.” Sirius said, his voice cold and vicious, and Harry saw for the first time tonight that Sirius was still a dangerous man. It made Harry’s limp dick twitch against his will. “I’m going to find him, and I’m going to slaughter him.”
“What happened, Sirius?” Harry asked. He needed the whole story, needed to know that this Sirius, the one who had fucked him, and let him fuck him, and loved him wasn’t the man who got his parents killed. He knew that Remus wouldn’t have let him anywhere near Harry if he believed it, and he had before, so Harry knew that Sirius was telling the truth, but he needed to hear the whole story.
Sirius sighed heavily, running a hand roughly through his hair, “So how much do you know about what happened that night?”
“Just that you were my parent’s Secret Keeper, and that you killed Peter when he tried to turn you in. Which I know is a lie now.”
“I wasn’t their Secret Keeper. I was going to be, but me and your parents assumed that would be too obvious. Voldemort would come after me and try to torture the information out of me, so we went with the person we thought no one would suspect.”
Harry knew now where the story was leading.
Remus sighed, “No one would have ever thought they’d choose Peter. I never thought they would.”
“Why didn’t you tell Remus then? Wasn’t he your friend?”
Sirius looked down, face dark with guilt, “We knew there was a spy, Harry. And…”
Remus’ hand on Harry’s shoulder tightened, “I guess it’s important that I tell you something. You remember Sirius mentioning my ‘ condition’ ?”
Harry nodded, he assumed it must have been a curse or sickness or something.
“Well… I’m a werewolf.”
Oh. That made a lot of sense actually. Harry thought back to the times Remus was sick about every month. They must have coincided with the full moon. And that explained Remus’… unique physical trait while fucking him. Harry nodded, “But why would that matter?”
“Dumbledore was sending me to attempt to convince the werewolf packs to not side with Voldemort. And I was gone a lot.”
“I’m ashamed of it, but we thought that Remus was the spy. We thought that the packs had convinced him to join them. So we didn’t tell him. We changed the Secret Keeper to Peter at the last minute. We just never expected that he was the spy.”
“Merlin, we really should have, looking back.” Remus said, his own voice getting angry.
Harry tried not to let the fact that both of the men furious and dangerous on either side of him were incredibly hot show on his face. Their ruthlessness was as big a turn on as their physical attractiveness.
“Peter was always a coward. He loved sucking up to big and powerful friends. That’s why he latched onto me and James. We were powerful, smart, rich, Pureblood. And when Voldemort came around, he figured that Voldemort was the biggest bully on the playground and went right to him. He was probably feeding him information for years at that point. He probably was so smug when we made him the Secret Keeper. Probably went right to Voldemort and told him that he could give him the Potters.” Sirius spat out, “I went to check on him that night, but he wasn’t at home like he should have been, but there were no signs of struggle, so I immediately knew something was wrong. I went to your parents' home, but I was too late. So I went and hunted Peter down. I was so upset that I didn’t think. So stupid.” He muttered, and Harry and Remus both placed a hand on his leg at the same time.
Sirius smiled sadly, placing his on theirs, “Thank you. I went and hunted him down, and when I found him he started screaming about how I betrayed Lily and James, and then he threw that curse. He must have had a wand behind his back, and then he cut his finger off and transformed.”
“Wait, transformed?”
“Sorry, Peter’s an animagus like me and James were. A rat. ”
“My dad was an animagus?” Harry asked in awe.
Both Remus and Sirius smiled softly, “A stag. Prongs we called him.” Sirius spoke sadly.
“So I was right! You guys were the Marauders!” Harry was incredibly proud of himself for figuring it out. He felt it was a tad obvious considering how many times during sex they had called each other Padfoot and Moony, but having Harry’s theory confirmed made Harry feel very smart. He’d have to rub that in Hermione’s face next time he saw her. Without revealing exactly how he figured that out, obviously.
He puffed up in pride, which caused the two men to kiss him softly, while laughing. It had broken up some of the darkness of the conversation. Harry wasn’t sure which one did, possibly both, but they called him cute which made Harry blush heavily.
“But Peter transformed and ran with the rats, escaping. That left me in that street, twelve dead Muggles, and Peter seemingly killed on the spot after having accused me of betraying them. The Aurors and Hit Wizards showed up and took me down. Took twelve Hit Wizards though, and they barely were able to.” Sirius said, taking some pride in his strength, which turned Harry on, and possibly Remus as well considering Harry saw his dick twitch as well.
“They sent me to Azkaban. No one believed me, because as far as everyone else knew, I was the Secret Keeper, so it had to be me.”
“How’d you escape, Padfoot?” Remus asked, and Harry was wondering how much Remus knew as well.
“Dementors don’t see. They feel their way around. I knew I was innocent, which wasn’t a good memory so the Dementors couldn’t take it from me. Then Fudge came one day.”
“Minister of Magic.” Remus whispered into Harry’s ear, making sure he knew it.
Harry nodded remembering the man from earlier in the year, “He was there one day, probably to taunt me no doubt, and he had the newspaper on him. One that had a picture of the Weasleys on the cover in Egypt, with the youngest son holding someone who I very much recognized having dreamt of murdering him every night.
“Peter!” Remus gasped, and Harry was confused for a few moments before the story clicked.
“Oh god, Scabbers!”
“Is that what he goes by? Makes sense.” Sirius spat.
Harry felt disgusted. Scabbers had been there for the past three years, in their room, watching them. Ron had held him, talking to him.
Harry felt sick, but the two of them were rubbing his back.
“I had to get him before I lost the chance. I knew he’d be at Hogwarts with the Weasley.”
Harry remembered hearing them say that Sirius Black had been talking in his sleep, saying that ‘ he was at Hogwarts.’ He hadn’t been talking about Harry, he’d been talking about Peter Pettigrew.
“How did you escape though, Padfoot?”
Harry turned and looked at Sirius.
“Being Padfoot was actually how I got out. Dementors can’t feed on animals, they don’t have human emotions. So they simply didn’t notice me. They brought my food one day, and since they can’t see, I just…slipped right out. Swam north to the shore and then went on the hunt. I did make a stop though, to a town called ‘Little Whinging.’” He looked at Harry and smiled softly.
Suddenly Harry put it together, “It was you that night! Before the Knight Bus showed up!”
Sirius nodded, proud of Harry for putting it together, “I had to see you, Harry, just once. I hadn’t seen you since you were a baby. And I was so proud of you Harry.” Sirius reached out and ruffled his hair and went to press a kiss to Harry’s temple but Harry moved so that his lips ended up on his own, causing Sirius to chuckle softly as he kissed Harry chastely and pulled away.
“I’ve been trying to get a hold of Wormtail ever since. I’ve almost gotten him a bunch of times, but he’s cunning. He knew I was coming for him. That cat-”
“Crookshanks?”
“Is that his name? Well, he’s very smart, smarter than any cat I’ve ever met. He’s been helping me for months now. Stole a list of passwords off a boy’s nightstand so I could break into the common room. Damn fucking Wormtail’s just to slippery. I haven’t been able to get my hands on him yet.”
“I can get him.” Harry said suddenly.
“What?”
“I’ll just ask Ron if I can borrow Scabbers. Or just take him when he’s not paying attention.”
“Good, Harry, that’s perfect. You can bring him to me, to us- ” He looked at Remus who nodded severely, “And we’ll kill him.”
The thought of his two men murdering Peter made Harry shiver in delight, but he shook his head, “You can’t.”
“Harry, he’s a murderer! He got your parents killed!”
“I know you’re forgiving Harry, but-” They spoke at the same time, but Harry cut them off.
“It’s not that. We need him to prove you’re innocent, Sirius. Otherwise you’ll still be hunted down. We need him to admit his crimes.”
“But!”
“I have a plan, Sirius.” He leaned forward and kissed Sirius softly on the lips, and then turned to Remus, kissing him as well, “I’m going to need your help though.”
“Of course, darling.” Remus said, reaching up to pet Harry’s hair.
“Is there any way to trap an animagus so they can’t change?”
“Not really.” Harry was disappointed to hear that, “But, if they’re small enough there is a way!” Remus stated, a wicked grin on his face. “If there’s no room for them to change back they can’t. You just have to keep him in something that’s small enough and strong enough to not break if he tries.”
“A jar should be good.” Sirius grabbed Remus’ wand and suddenly there was a jar in his hands, “It should be able to withstand being thrown from the Astronomy Tower now.” He slammed it into the ground, and Harry instantly winced, expecting to hear the glass shatter, but instead there was just a loud thud as the glass met the stone but didn’t break. “See!” Sirius was obviously proud of his spellwork, and Harry was beginning to think he definitely deserved to be. “Just get him into this and he’ll be trapped, just as I was.” He handed the jar to Harry who took it and held it close. It was made of Sirius’ magic, and Harry really liked that.
“What do you need from me, Harry?”
“I need you to get Dumbledore and Fudge. Tell them you found the man who betrayed my parents. That should get Fudge here fast, right?”
They both nodded, “I’ll get Peter, and then we’ll bring him to them and make him tell the truth. I just don’t know how to make him transform into a human.”
“We know the spell.” They said in unison, grinning at each other.
“Before we bring him to them, I have another idea. I’ve heard that there’s something like a magic promise you can’t break, right?”
“Unbreakable Vow, yeah.”
“Hermione mentioned once there’s a potion that forces you to tell the truth. Can that make you break an Unbreakable Vow?”
“No, the Vow takes priority, like a Fidelus Charm.” Remus said without thinking.
“Well, I tell him that I’ll promise that I won’t give him to you two if he swears to never mention that Sirius is an animagus, and that you’re a werewolf. That way you’re both protected.” Harry said, trying to cut off any way that Sirius and Remus could be implicated.
Sirius looked disappointed, obviously he had really really wanted to kill Peter, which to Harry was fucking hot .
“Don’t worry. I’ll just promise that I’m not going to hand him to you two. Nothing about not telling you two where he is after I give him to Fudge and Dumbledore.”
Sirius’ grin was wild and vicious, and it made Harry feel so proud.
They both ruffled his hair at the same time.
“You would have made an excellent Slytherin, Harry.” Sirius said, and Harry could tell he was being honest.
“Really? I think he’d have been a great Ravenclaw.”
“You’re just playing favorites because the Hat was going to put you in Ravenclaw if it didn’t put you in Gryffindor.”
“Oh, like you have any room to stand on, Mister I-was-only-a-Gryffindor-because-I-was-pissed-at-my-Slytherin-mother-that-morning!”
“That’s far too long of a name, Moony, I win.”
Remus looked at him with a glare, before they both dissolved into giggles, leaning on Harry who simply basked in their presence.
“Only problem with that plan is I think we need to get dressed.” Remus said, looking down at the three of them, nude, covered in drying sweat and cum.
“Can I just stay like this for a bit longer? I want to get this done tonight, but I want to just have you two hold me for a few minutes, if that’s okay?”
They nodded and they pulled him back to the floor, and Harry cuddled into their arms. “Did you really mean it when you said I could live with you, Sirius?” Harry asked, looking at his godfather.
Sirius nodded, kissing Harry’s shoulder, “Of course, pup. You’ll have your own room and everything.”
“I’d rather just share one with you two…” He said, blushing.
Sirius laughed loudly, “That’s the plan, but you’ll have one so no one will suspect anything.”
Harry smiled brightly. This was the best night of his life so far, and to think it all happened because Remus had forgotten to call off their lesson.
“Professor, how come you didn’t call off the lesson?” Harry decided to ask, looking up at his teacher who was smiling at him, but his eyebrows were furled in confusion.
“What are you talking about, Harry? I told you yesterday that I wasn’t able to do the lesson tonight.”
“Oh.” Harry blushed, “I must not have been listening.”
“Please tell me it was because you were fantasizing about him, and you showed up to Moony’s office because you thought he was late!” Sirius said, and when Harry began to blush deeper, Sirius started roaring with laughter, causing Remus to begin to chuckle until he was laughing with Sirius.
Harry was blushing deeply, until the mood took him over as well and he realized how absurd it was and he began to laugh as well, till the three of them were cuddling on the floor laughing together and Harry was so perfectly happy.
Harry felt the happiness seep into his bones, and it pushed out 12 years of pain, and the thought hit him.
“Professor, where’s my robe?”
Remus looked around for his wand and summoned Harry’s robe to him, and Harry took out his wand.
“I want to try something, if that’s okay.” Harry said, nervously.
The two of them nodded, unsure of what Harry was going to do.
Harry closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, “ Expecto Patronum.” He whispered as he took the feeling inside of him and held onto it tightly. The feeling of being loved and loving these two with all his heart. The feeling of being promised a home with them. The way they were laughing with him. The way he didn’t feel lonely for the first time in his life.
He opened his eyes when he heard them gasp, and saw the silver light spill out of his wand, and coalesce into a form.
The form jumped and danced around as it settled, and Harry was overjoyed to see it was a dog, or possibly a wolf. He wasn’t sure, but it danced around the room, jumping and soaring across the space until it was standing next to the three of them, and Harry looked between the two of the men next to him.
He was caught off guard when he saw tears in their eyes, but they turned to him and began to kiss him again, and Harry realized that they weren’t sad tears.
They were tears of love.
“What was the memory, Harry?” Remus asked, as if he was scared to ask.
“Us. This. Tonight.” Harry got out as they continued to touch and kiss him and soon they were crying fully and Harry held onto them both, not willing to let them go. “I love you both. Sirius, Remus. I really do.”
“I love you Harry.” They both said in unison, and then they smiled at each other.
“You two love each other right?” Harry asked, smiling at the way they looked at each other, and smiling wider when they both nodded.
“Good. Now, we should probably get dressed, I need to go catch a rat, and I’m sure I won’t be walking normally for a week after the way you two fucked my ass.” Harry said, blushing as he swore, but liking the feeling of power it gave him.
The two men laughed and stood up, helping Harry up who looked around, “Anyone know where my glasses went?”