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“Come on, Har, don’t tell me you’re taking off again.” Harry looked up from where he was rummaging for his cloak, shrugging unconcernedly at Ron’s overly anxious face.
“It’s Saturday. Do you really expect me to hang around the castle all day? There are only so many games of chess I can play.” Harry huffed, throwing the found invisibility cloak over his shoulder. “I’m going stir crazy—and so help me, if I run into that shit Malfoy again, with his stupid Dementor mimicry, I’m going to break something, preferably the little git’s head.”
Ron put his hands up to ward off the verbal attack. “Geez, I got it—you’re going nuts. Fine. Quit it before the room starts shaking.”
“Sorry,” Harry muttered, his brows still furrowed angrily. “Anyways, don’t mother me. I’ll be fine.”
Ron sighed, ruffling his red hair awkwardly. “Just watch your back out there.”
“I’ve got the cloak and it’s broad daylight. Nothing nasty is going to catch me.” Harry tucked the Marauders’ Map into his back pocket, opposite his wand, moving around Ron to get to the door. “And don’t go squealing to Hermione this time. You know how she gets.”
“She’s top of our class for a reason, Harry.”
“Bloody whatever.” Harry rolled his eyes, quickly shutting off any response Ron may have made by throwing the hood of his sweatshirt over his head and walking out the door. He was so sick of everyone looking out for him, or as Harry saw it, running his life.
He was bored, he was agitated, and he needed something to do besides all the stupid shit everyone seemed content to do every damn day. The forest seemed a perfect haven, full of the unknown and wild. A place Harry could find some damn fun, maybe even some danger, as long as he was careful enough.
Ron didn’t like the forest, and Hermione, hell Hermione was about ready to start telling McGonagall. Like the little witch had any right to decide what Harry needed in his life. Harry was tired of being bossed around by people that just seemed so sure to know better than him.
The Forbidden Forest was green, warm and welcoming, and Harry was quick to discard his sweatshirt and put it in the pack he had grabbed before leaving. He stayed to the main path, keeping an eye out for anything that might tear him to pieces while he looked around for a nice place to make camp and eat lunch. He was already feeling better, away from the constant hum of children among the cold stone of Hogwarts. He felt alive outside, something he hadn’t really understood until realizing he hadn’t been feeling very alive most days.
There was a huge tree up ahead, large branches creating a comfortable clearing of grass clumps and roots beneath in the dust. Harry sat against the trunk, back pressed to the bark as he pulled out a sandwich to eat. He tilted his head, hearing a rustle behind him, but couldn’t see around the large tree trunk. Shrugging, he brushed it aside, having another bite of his peanut butter and jelly.
“Have you lost your mind, boy?” Harry jumped to his feet, eyes wide in surprise at the low, harsh voice.
“Siri?” He guessed, brows furrowed as he looked around for the man. Another rustle, and Harry looked up, trying not to gasp. Sirius was in the branches, face grim and wild expression in his startling blue eyes.
Sirius glared down, hands wrapped firmly around strong tree limbs as he leaned his weight to peer closer. “What are you doing out here, you little fool? Don’t you know Voldemort would dream of a chance to get you alone in the Forbidden Forest?”
Harry flinched from the angry glare, scowling back. “I brought my wand—I’m not an idiot, Sirius. I have the cloak and everything…” Harry gulped, eyes widening as Sirius jumped from the impossible height and landed in a crouch in front of him. The man was long legs and tight muscle dressed in black, rough stubble on his face and dark hair a dangerous whip in its ponytail. Harry tried to suppress the shiver that ran through him as his godfather lengthened and towered over him.
He knew he shouldn’t be afraid of Sirius, but sometimes he just seemed a crazed brute, ferocious energy crackling right beneath the surface. He wondered if Sirius had been like that during his school years, or if Azkaban had changed something in him, drawing up dark power to combat the darker creatures that guarded there. The man was intimidating in his hot energy, full of fire running unchecked in his eyes.
Sirius ran a hand through his hair, then took his palm and bit it absentmindedly as he continued to glare at his godson. “I don’t know why you can’t seem to understand this, Harry. Its dangerous out here. There are beasts that would see a thing like you, and tear you asunder. I want you to go back to the castle, right now.”
Harry’s scowl grew, hands fisting at his side. “Sirius, I’m fine! Why does everyone treat me like a damn child! My dad and you guys went out to the Forbidden Forest all the time when my age.”
Sirius growled, and Harry took a step back, his stomach twisting uncomfortably. The man was angry, mania glinting in his eyes, jaw tight with restrained force. “Harry, mate, we never went out alone. We didn’t have Voldemort looking to kill us. And, quite frankly, we were a different breed of animal than you.”
Harry narrowed his eyes at that. “What the hell does that mean? Are you saying I’m not strong enough to be out here?”
Sirius reached out quickly and grabbed the boy by his shirt, twisting the fabric and pulling Harry in close to his face and right up to the wild blue eyes.
“What I’m saying, little boy, is that you are not an animal like I am. And the other animals in the forest can sense it, and they are drawn to you.” He breathed deep, smelling down Harry’s neck and shoulders, and fanning hot breath on the flinching boy. “Someone is going to gobble you up if you don’t leave here now.”
Harry gave a shattered moan, trying to pull away from the death grip on his t-shirt. “I’m fine!” He insisted, glaring while trying to slow his racing heart. He didn’t understand why Sirius was so angry at him, but it made him feel strange, achingly so. “Siri—Let me go!”
Sirius just stared at him, smirking cruelly as the boy struggled in his grasp. “If you can’t fucking get away from me, how are you going to fight off the other beasts in this forest? How are you going to stop Voldemort? I only need one hand to catch you, you little scrap of a thing.”
Harry growled, and with vicious intent bit Sirius’s arm. He was expecting the man to rear back, let him go, but instead all he got was deafening silence, Sirius smiling wider at the pain.
“Is that the best you’ve got? Moony’s given me worse in his sleep,” Sirius murmured, pulling Harry closer and burying his face in the boy’s neck. The man smelled him again, breathing up the side of Harry’s throat and hair, a mild, confused look crossing his face. “Harry… you smell different since last… musky…”
Harry whimpered, Sirius so much stronger than him and currently licking his neck in long swipes, as if cleaning him. “Siri, please… just let me go.”
“Promise me you won’t come back here.” Growling, Sirius slowly moved his head back, Harry grasping at the arm holding him to keep from tipping. “Promise me, Harry.”
Harry bit his lip, refusing.
“Harry…” Sirius was near threatening, and now his other hand was on Harry’s shoulder, biting in to the tender flesh. “Promise.”
“No!” Harry snapped. “Stop telling me what to do. If I want to come out here, I will, and there’s nothing you can bloody well do about it!” He realized his mistake before the words were fully out, Sirius’s eyes turning black with rage.
“Really?” Sirius’s voice was so soft, Harry had to strain to hear. The hands holding him suddenly let him go, and Harry bent, panting for air. Why Sirius had let up the second he was the angriest, Harry didn’t know, but he was glad for it. “Are you going to leave?” Sirius asked, and Harry heard the warning then, the dark promise of punishment if he disobeyed. Harry blatantly ignored it.
“No. I’m just as tough as anything else here, Siri. Stop being an ass.” He swallowed hard, taking a step back as Sirius took one large stalking step towards him. “Sirius… come on… you’re overreacting…”
Sirius grabbed Harry’s shoulders and turned him, pinning the boy up against the hard bark of the tree, face scraping, glasses falling to the ground. Harry squirmed, mouth gasping for air as he tried to understand how everything had suddenly changed from light and green, to dark with the sudden smell of bark and sharp sting of pain.
Sirius breathed over Harry’s ear, his tongue and teeth tasting as the boy’s heartbeat escalated. “Harry, love, I am going to teach you a hard lesson here. You’re not going to like it, but better I teach you it, than the creatures walking this forest.” He tightened his grip, pushing the boy harder against the tree. “When I am done, you are going to go back to the castle and never return to these woods again. Do I make myself clear?”
“Siri…” Harry whined, pushing fruitlessly into the hands holding him down.
“Harry.” Sirius’s rough fingers grabbed a fistful of Harry’s thick hair and pulled back hard, until Harry cried out. “Answer me.”
“Fine.” Harry whispered angrily, tears stinging at the back of his eyes.
Sirius growled at the surrender, dipping his head and biting Harry’s shoulder hard. Harry yelped, jerking from the feel, head smacking into the tree trunk as Sirius knocked him forward. His shirt was pushed up, Sirius tearing it from Harry’s narrow form, ignoring the gasps Harry made from his bare chest being pressed into the tree, nipples roughly ground in until he cried out.
Sirius placed his knee to the center of Harry’s lower back, pinning him firmly in place. The boy squirmed from the uncomfortable pain, groaning loudly, jeans slipping down his hips. Running wide callused hands up the boy’s narrow sides, Sirius suddenly gripped hard, digging fingers in until Harry gave a soft whimper.
Sirius nuzzled into Harry’s throat, biting the soft flesh harshly as he pushed his hips into the rebellious boy. “The monsters aren’t going to fucking stop, Harry. You should have listened when I gave you a chance.” Harry gave a pathetic groan, his fists thumping into the tree when Sirius thrust harder against him, grinding his erection in anticipation.
“This is going to hurt… So you don’t forget, Harry.” Sirius’ voice was husky as he breathed Harry’s scent in again, his body more than eager to teach the beautiful boy a lesson. He slid his hands quickly down into the band of Harry’s over-sized jeans, fingers finding and cupping his ass. Shifting, he slid his leg between the boy’s, resting Harry on his thigh and lifting him higher.
Harry’s head fell back against Sirius’s shirt, feeling the man’s breath heaving in restraint. He didn’t know why Sirius was doing this, just that everything felt very hot, and it was difficult to breath. His body was stinging, covered in scrapes from the tree bark. Sirius’s hands were rough on his flesh, and he could smell the man completely, warm dirt, peppermint, and the faint scent of dog.
Harry whimpered, his body arching, mouth gaping in shock. Sirius had touched somewhere wrong… very fucking wrong, a thick finger pressing into him between his cheeks, slick with something wet.
“Siri… why… oh, ohhh…” Harry breathed out shakily, eyes closing, feeling very dizzy and suddenly nauseas with the realization that the man was touching his asshole. Why was he…? It was so dirty—so wrong… The finger was persistent, pushing against the sides of his tight hole, pulling and stretching, then breaching deep.
Harry tried to breathe, fire and sick consuming his senses as his hole was pulled, up and then down, side to side with the crook of the thick finger, Sirius grunting and panting in his ear. He noticed blearily a burning hardness pressing into his lower back where Sirius kept rubbing against him, and Harry furrowed his brows, fairly certain it must be the man’s dick.
The finger left, leaving Harry feeling strangely empty, only to return with another, this time the two much thicker trying to push into his hole. “Stop… no!” He gasped, but Sirius only growled and slammed him back up against the tree, his cheek and shoulder stinging from the rough bark. “Oh god… stop… stop… why are you…” He whimpered mindlessly, the fingers relentless in his tight channel, moving faster in him than before, stretching and thrusting in a rhythm that Sirius repeated with his hips, trapping Harry in place.
Harry was emptied, gasping, trying to understand what Sirius was going to do next. He was let down, swaying on his feet, but those big hands were tearing at the front of his jeans, undoing Harry’s fly and letting his pants fall around his ankles. Harry looked down blindly, surprised to see he was hard and straining against his underwear.
“Siri… I feel strange…” He gasped, feeling a terrible ache inside him, making him want to bend over… fall down, and bend before the man.
“Quiet, and take your punishment, Harry,” Sirius murmured lowly, pulling the boy’s underwear down, and pushing him back against the tree, this time Harry’s face trapped against Sirius’s hot body while his bare ass stung against the bark.
Harry was lifted up, legs pulled and positioned to cling to Sirius’s sharp hips. Hands were on his ass again, fingers pressing in, roughly thrusting in and out and burying deep inside. Harry cried out, throwing his arms around Sirius’s neck and holding tight as the hot sensations consumed him.
Dimly, he felt Sirius shift, the sound of a zipper faint in his ears. The hands were grabbing his ass cheeks, pulling them apart as something… something large, and hot pushed up against his hole.
“No… Siri, no…” Harry choked, pain lancing up as the impossibly thick rod slowly pushed against him, and then into him. He could feel his body clenching, trying to push it out, the intrusion far too big as it forced its way in. Nothing was supposed to be up there—Especially not that. It was too dirty and wrong…
“I warned you, Harry,” Sirius growled in his ear, biting the boy’s cheek firmly. “I warned you to go home… and… fuck… fuck yes… you’re so tight…” He thrust into the yielding heat, pulling a broken sob from the boy. “The forest… isn’t… safe…” Sirius grunted, thrusting with each word until he was fully impaled into the quivering flesh.
Harry was lost, head rocking side to side, saliva soaking the shirt in front of him. He clung to Sirius, smelling his flesh and sweat, and encased in his heat. “Please… please take it out… god… I’ll be good… I’ll be… noo—Oh stop… stop…”
“Take it,” Sirius insisted heatedly, hands changing their grip to hold Harry’s hips in place. “Take your punishment.” He ground into the boy, pulling his tight, slender body down on his length, burying himself deep, throbbing within as Harry shuddered around him, begging for him to stop.
Delirious, Harry whimpered and thrashed, his body aching, the flesh impaling him too large for understanding, and so full… so full inside. And now, it was moving, sliding out, but before Harry could feel any relief, it was thrust back in again, somehow even deeper. “Nooo…” Harry groaned, his body arching up. Sirius gave no sign that he heard, and the thickness receded and thrust in again, and again.
“You’ll listen next time… won’t you, Harry?” Sirius demanded, his thrusts growing in need and power as he fucked the sobbing boy. “Fucking listen for a change…” He dropped his head, trying to make sense of what Harry was babbling. Sirius slammed in again as he caught the whimpered yes. “Fuck, that’s it… Good boy.”
Unable to hold back any longer, the man shoved the boy back on the tree, hands keeping Harry down as Sirius pounded into him with unrestrained passion, taking what he needed from the boy with long, hard thrusts. And giving, giving the lesson that clearly Harry was in need of.
Sirius came with a groan, grinding deep and hard, imprinting his seed and shape on the inside of the boy as his own. It wouldn’t keep the other monsters away, but Harry would fucking know who he belonged to.
“Shit… that’s it…” Sirius pressed a hard kiss to the boy’s sweaty face, waiting for the moans to slow as he remained buried in Harry’s clenching flesh. God, but the boy was fucking tight… And smelled like a rutting bitch, like he was just begging for it… Looking down the scrawny limbs and bruised skin, Sirius caught sight of Harry’s erection, achingly hard even after all he had been through.
“Look at that, you sweet little slut… Did you like that, Harry?” He asked, Harry whimpering against his neck in response. Sirius wrapped strong fingers around the boy’s dripping dick, pumping slowly until Harry tensed and cried out, spurting his first cum on Sirius’s palm.
Harry moaned as Sirius finally withdrew, his stretched hole sore, thick, warm fluid dripping out, and feeling unbearably empty inside. He couldn’t speak, could only gasp for air. Blearily he felt Sirius lay him down, tree roots digging into his back as he looked up at the flushed man. He had a wand in his hand, and was whispering a spell Harry didn’t recognize.
Harry thought Sirius’s eyes were almost regretful right before everything went dark.
Harry awoke in bed, the windows black from the settled night. He lay there, trying to remember just when he had gone to bed… trying to remember what day it was, and what he had done only hours before.
He sat up, and flinched. His body hurt from head to toe. And… he closed his eyes, taking a shaky breath as his thighs moved, revealing an unbearably sore ache between his cheeks, followed quickly by a sick feeling of being dirty. Had he been in an accident?
He reached for his glasses, not only feeling sore, but sticky. The smell of dirt was strong, as if he had breathed in a dust cloud… and peppermint. Shaking his head, Harry decided a shower was in order.
The bathroom mirror revealed bruises and cuts not only on Harry’s face and hands, but on his neck, hips, thighs and ass. His hips and ass especially, small round bruises littering like spots. When he touched them his body rocked, as if remembering some motion associated with how they came to be.
He couldn’t understand why his mind was so desperately blank whenever he tried to think back to the last day. He had eaten breakfast, Ron had told him off for planning to go to the Forbidden Forest, and… nothing.
Stripping off his underwear, Harry stepped into the shower, and then stopped. He swallowed with difficulty, catching the remains of a once thick, nasty goop on his knee. He followed it up with his hand, the streaks of dried liquid flowing over his inner thighs and… Harry closed his eyes, his finger pushing hesitantly against the aching flesh of his entrance.
He moaned softly, his once tired body springing to life at the simple touch. It was wrong… so dirty inside him… but he had to know. Pressing further in, he could feel the remains of fluid inside. He shuddered, crying out, his body tightening around his fingers. His prick was hard and he grabbed it, pushing into his hand with slow thrusts.
Whimpering, he let the pressure build, tensing his muscles and feeling the agony of the sore flesh. “Oh god…” he gasped, his orgasm tearing through him with surprise as he pushed down desperately on his fingers, trying to bury them deeper than they could go.
He blinked down at the fluid now running down his stomach and on his hand in front of him. He brought his hand up, staring at the stringy mess, knowing what it was, and that it was supposed to be wrong to do what he had just done. It was dirty and bad…
Weakly, he pulled his fingers out of his sore hole, mouth gaping at the feel, eyes fluttering shut for long moments. He brought that hand up as well, staring woefully at the dirty fingers, fluid and black under his fingernail. If the first one had been wrong, this one was far worse, far more bad to do, never mind to want.
That it felt good—God, there was something wrong with him. He was sick, just like the Dursleys had said. He had to be some sort of freak to like something like that.
Harry moaned, quickly washing his hands in the spray, bending his body as his hole ached behind him. God… he wanted to touch it again… wanted to feel something inside him… even though it was so wrong. Gasping under the shower spray, Harry took deep breaths, trying to get himself under control. He tried to convince himself that as long as no one knew just how good he thought it felt, they wouldn’t find out just what a terrible freak he really was.
Harry didn’t return to the Forbidden Forest for weeks. Not that he didn’t think about it constantly. The majority of his thoughts were consumed on the dark place and what had happened the day he couldn’t remember. And when he wasn’t thinking of that, he was thinking of the night he awoke, his body aching for something he was certain was very wrong.
Harry hadn’t gone into the forest, a part of him very much afraid of what he was beginning to understand must have happened. Someone… or something… had put itself in his dirty hole… had cum inside him the same way he was now squirting every morning, waking up hard and tenting his sheets… and he had liked it. His hole twitched every time he thought of it, reminding him that he must have liked it, because even though his hole hurt, it also made his prick hard. He would walk the edge of the forest sometimes, feeling eyes boring into him, forcing him to think of the ache that night and how his body wanted more.
Harry was restless again, bored with no one to talk to. Ron and Hermione had started getting real lovey-dovey, and Harry hated being around the two like that. It only reminded him of how alone he felt, how fucked up he was for wanting these strange, abnormal things, while everyone else was content with being average.
Remembering that his godfather was hiding in the forest, Harry thought maybe he could talk to him. Not so much about the strange ache—he didn’t want to talk to anyone about that, knowing very well he was terrible for it—but just to have someone to talk to that wouldn’t care that Harry wasn’t just like everyone else. Sirius never seemed to like Ron and Hermione, had thought they were too soft and childish, so he probably wouldn’t mind that Harry didn’t seem to fit in with the two of them anymore.
Sirius was waiting for him, it seemed, sitting in a clearing next to a large tree with branches that spread out forever.
“Hey, Siri,” Harry waved, running up to meet the man. He held out a bag of food, not sure why Sirius wasn’t saying anything. “Sirius, hey, you okay?” Harry asked, sitting next to the strong man and leaning up against him.
Sirius took a controlled breath, trying to keep himself still. Harry was a spitfire of energy, bright and bouncing, and currently trying to hug him. He could feel the presence of at least two creatures, both having followed Harry to his godfather. They had run at the smell of Sirius, but who knew what would have happen if he hadn’t been there?
“Harry… its dangerous for you to be here,” Sirius said gruffly, even as he opened his arms and embraced the boy. Harry held on tight, breathing in to Sirius’s neck for long moments, not wanting to let go.
“Oh, Siri, you’re always worried over something. I brought food, good food.” Harry let go and turned to open up the bag, revealing sweets, as well as smuggled lunch from the Great Hall.
Sirius looked Harry over, eye lighting on his proud, beaming smile, and then down to his long, slender limbs and overly large clothes. There was a strange scent to his godson… something Sirius couldn’t put his finger on, but made him keep smelling, keep looking. What he did know for certain was that the boy was free of fear, not only of Sirius but of the forest. Clearly his lesson had not stuck.
Grumbling over how the little fool would have thought it was a smart idea to walk around the forest with food in a pack, Sirius grabbed for something sweet and chocolate. Moony would be very upset with him for punishing Harry. His honey eyed mate was always so stern when it came to teaching lessons, much more reserved and dull, especially when with children.
Although, when Moony was near Harry’s age he had taught quite the toothsome lesson to James, right before the full moon. James had not been one to complain… well, not by the end of it, anyways. Moony had always been very compelling when the moon was on him.
“Harry, love, what happened the last time you came into the forest?” Sirius asked softly, curious to see what Harry remembered after his memory charm. He must have taken too much if the boy felt safe to walk there alone. Sirius had hoped the pain would have stayed with Harry, but then again, pain did eventually fade.
Harry stilled at the question, fiddling with the grass on the ground. “Dunno.” He had a sinking suspicion, not really needing to remember to be really certain that something—something male at that—had coupled with him. But he wasn’t going to tell Sirius that, didn’t want the man to know just how wrong he was inside.
Sirius pressed, studying Harry’s face. “It was only two weeks or so ago. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten so soon?” The boy was worrying at his lip in a fascinating fashion. Not like James at all, really. Much softer and sweet, but still with a familiar steel in those green eyes when facing down danger.
“Siri, were you there?” Harry asked, picking up on the man’s words. “I can’t remember the day, but that something must have… hurt me…” Harry trailed off, not willing to talk more about it as he remembered the wicked, dirty ache.
Sirius stretched his long legs out, giving the boy a side glance as Harry squirmed where he sat, more of that new scent wafting to him. Bitch… it was definitely a bitch scent, or so Padfoot seemed to think as the dog whined persistent in Sirius’s head.
Sirius had been spending a lot of his time as Padfoot while in the forest, and before while in the prison. Most times he felt he had become more dog than man, and unfortunately, Padfoot had not been dealing well with the circumstances, having gone nearly feral. Apparently so was Sirius, because even though Harry might smell like a damn dog bitch, he was clearly a small boy, and Sirius shouldn’t be having such a hard time distinguishing the difference.
Sirius tried to focus on talking, a very human thing to do. “Harry, I was very clear with you last time. It is too dangerous in this forest. Voldemort is looking for any chance he can get to capture and kill you.”
Harry looked up, scowling. “I’m not some sort of weakling, Siri.”
Sirius took a long, deep breath, counting to ten. He wanted to control himself this time. He didn’t want to hurt the scrap of a boy.
“Really? Did you feel particularly strong when you finally woke up?”
Harry shivered. Sirius’s voice was barely restrained of the wild anger underneath. Sometimes Siri was frightening, his jaw tense as if waiting to snap. Harry thought of that night but he could not remember if he felt strong. He had felt… sore… and hot…
Sirius watched a change come over Harry, the boy’s clear eyes clouding, and a flush rising to his cheeks. The scent was suddenly overpowering, damn near irresistible, and Sirius was beginning to feel that strange red from last time when he had lost all control. It was time to get the boy the fuck back to the castle and to safety, and far away from monsters like himself.
“Harry, I think its time you went back.”
Harry shook his head, glaring. “Why are you trying to get rid of me, Siri? Am I so much of a bother to be around?”
Sirius barked in angry laughter. “Harry, if you could remember properly, I believe you’d be running for the hills right now. Now go!” he snarled.
“You’re a prat,” Harry muttered, reluctantly getting to his feet. Sirius was staring, glaring holes into him while the man ran his wild eyes over him. “I’m already here. What’s it matter if I stay a while? Its not like you’d let anything get me,” he whined, still refusing to actually pick up his things and leave.
“Harry.” Sirius’s voice was hoarse and full of warning.
Harry scuffed his sneaker in the dirt, digging a small hole. “What?”
The boy was biting his red, wet lip again, looking crestfallen at the idea of leaving. Sirius really needed to remind him that he should not want to be around him, and Padfoot was agreeing, having many suggestions on how to do that. “Come here.”
Sirius had that manic look in his blue eyes that left little choice to the order. Harry walked over to the man, eyes widening when he was grabbed around the waist and pulled in tight. Sirius’s face burrowed into Harry’s flat stomach, the man’s sharp, white teeth biting into his t-shirt as large hands held him in place.
Heat flooded Harry. Sirius’s face was very close to his groin, the bristle of the man’s jaw prickling where it brushed through his shirt. “Siri, what are you—Hey!” Sirius’s teeth nipped his flesh, pinching between the fabric.
“You’re not being very smart, Harry. Unless you’re looking for trouble… Which… I’m getting the suspicion you are.” He bit Harry again, the boy yelping in reply. The scent was even stronger here, musk, and sex, and fucking need. It took everything in him not to throw the boy down and mount him.
“Now, I am going to let you go.” He groaned, fighting the dog howling in him to continue. “You are going to walk out of this forest. And you are not to return again. Do you understand me?”
Harry shook his head, trying to clear his mind. Sirius looked so odd, biting at his stomach, eyes bright with something intense. “Siri… I don’t want to leave.”
Sirius grabbed Harry’s wrists painfully at the answer, the red rising again at his disobedience. “I won’t warn you again.”
Harry shuddered, Sirius having lifted his shirt up with his face to growl heat into his exposed flesh and making him feel dizzy from the touch. Then Sirius was biting again, nipping painfully at his flesh, pulling yelps and cries from him as he turned his stomach red and bruised. “Stop—Shit! Siri! It hurts…”
His protest only made Sirius bite him harder, pulling on his wrists until Harry was tumbling down to his knees. Sirius pushed him back on the dusty ground, pinning Harry’s hands to his side while continuing his bizarre assault. Now Sirius was licking him between bites, his large, flat tongue trailing hot liquid on Harry’s stomach, making his teeth slip every time he nipped.
He was running out of room, every spot of Harry’s thin stomach having been bit painfully, which forced Sirius to bite over blossoming bruises, lick over burning flesh while Harry quivered, small quiet gasps replacing his yelps as he got used to the maddening sensation.
Noticing the change, Sirius pulled his face up, looking up Harry’s heaving form to find the boy staring back, glasses awry, eyes glaring green, lips parted red as he gasped. Sirius almost stopped then, seeing just how young he was, rebellious and naïve even then. But then Harry licked his tongue out, tracing over a raw spot on his lower lip where he had bit himself to keep from crying out, and Sirius could not stop.
The boy’s flesh filled his senses, scent and sight as he grabbed both of Harry’s wrists in his one hand, tore through his shirt with the other, and pulled the scraps off his narrow frame. Harry gaped at him, eyes wide in shock, and Sirius imagined maybe he was starting to understand what he was in for.
“Siri… it’s wrong…” Harry whimpered, eyes fixed on where Sirius was undoing his fly, long fingers pushing against the surprising hardness hidden beneath Harry’s oversized jeans. Sirius didn’t seem to hear, pulling the zipper apart, one handedly pushing Harry’s jeans down, over his narrow hips, down his thighs and knees, and then off once free of his shoes. Harry was almost nude now, just sneakers, socks, and underwear clinging sweatily while dust filled his senses. Dust, and Sirius’s wild blue eyes, daring him to fight back.
Harry didn’t, breathing heavily and watching dazed as Sirius pressed his palm into the tent in his white briefs, then followed down, cheek and rough bristle prickling against his cloth covered erection, making him gasp and squirm. “Stop… it’s not right…”
Sirius growled, moving up and biting Harry’s waistband and pulling, lifting Harry’s briefs and then hips up with his teeth. Then with his free hand, pushed the fabric down, over the boy’s hips and trembling thighs, tearing it down and off the rest of the way with a jerking motion.
“What makes you the fucking authority on right and wrong, Harry?” Sirius growled darkly, moving back up the boy’s body. “You can’t even figure out enough to keep the fuck out of one forest, even after I left you torn and ruined. You’re hardly someone to take advice from, seeing as you just came back for more of what I gave you last time.”
“No—I c-couldn’t remember!” Harry yelped out, Sirius biting him again, lower on the taut flesh of his hips.
“You fucking knew,” Sirius taunted. “I left you full of seed and covered in bruises. What the fuck did you think had happened to you?” He bit the other side of Harry’s bony hip, running hot breath over the boy’s straining dick as he moved, laughing cruelly when it twitched in want.
“I didn’t—Stop! I-I didn’t know… it was you!” Harry choked out, Sirius’s hand grabbing his left knee and pushing his leg up, forcing him to hook over the man’s shoulder.
“So… what?” Sirius asked silkily, rage glinting in his blue eyes. “You just came back in here, hoping to find what fucked you broken, and feed it a bloody lunch?”
“No, oh god.. stop it, Siri—Fucking stop!” Sirius pushed fingers into his hole undeterred, and Harry threw his head back, shoulders crashing into the ground painfully as he was roughly breeched. “You ass!”
“Did you think I was fucking nice about it the first time? Though I was some sweet lover that was waiting to take you away? Maybe some upperclassman that had an eye on you… stole some kisses behind the bushes…?” Glaring, he watched as Harry writhed, arms trying to jerk free, untrapped leg digging his shoe into the ground to attempt to push off the two fingers Sirius had buried into his hole.
“Siri… oh god… it feels… it feels so full…” Harry groaned, body arching as Sirius thrust his fingers in and out of his clenching channel. “Sore… and full…”
“Oh Harry, it is going to get a lot worse, don’t you worry. I’m going to make you fucking raw, so this time you won’t forget. I’m going to fucking bruise the lesson in, so your body will remember… Is that what you came back for, Harry? To remember what I did to you?”
“No… no…” Harry gasped between cries, head heavy against the ground, rolling back and forth fitfully. Harry could not fully remember why he had come back, something about being bored with his life, and needing to fill the emptiness inside. He had not remembered what exactly had happened in the forest, but his body seemed to, his hips bucking into Sirius’s fingers, impaling him deeper even though his mind knew just how wrong it was to do that.
He was hot all over, body tingling, stomach burning from the bruises Sirius had bitten into him. And hard, he was so achingly hard. He squeezed his eyes shut to block out Sirius’s dark smile, the man hovering over his prick and breathing as he shoved his long, dirt stained fingers into him.
Suddenly Harry’s wrists were free. Shakily, he slammed his fists down on Sirius’s wide shoulders, the man snorting in laughter. Then the fingers were out of him, leaving Harry feeling cold and empty inside, his hole clenching around nothing. He squirmed at the loss, grabbing at Sirius’s hair, the long mane loose today and dusty feeling. He pulled, trying to get the man away from his current position, cruel lips pressing a mean kiss to the top of Harry’s bobbing cock.
“Stop, you bastard!” Harry growled, cuffing Sirius off the side of the head, and then freezing as the man went deathly still. Slowly Sirius met his gaze, large hands grabbing Harry’s hips and pulling him down the abrasive ground, scraping his bare back against rocks and twigs.
“Can you make me?” Sirius asked lowly, mouth resting on Harry’s cheek as his body was folded, knee still trapped on Sirius’s shoulder. “How are you going to defend yourself against Voldemort, if you can’t even stop me?” There was rustling beneath his words, a zipper so familiar in Harry’s ears tearing open, hands pushing at his thighs, spreading him wide.
“Every creature in this fucking forest can have you, Harry, on your back, spread like a whore. You can’t stop them. So stop coming back here.” Then Sirius was pulling him down, his thick, hard length splitting into him, and all Harry could do was sob at the feeling of fullness.
“Look how fucking easy it is, Harry… You’re so fucking easy… How many times will you come back, just so I’ll remind you of that?”
“God …It’s too much—please stop…”
“No… and you can’t… fucking… make me…” Sirius licked at Harry’s gasping face, tasting sweat and tears as he drove into the boy’s tight hole. He hooked his forearm under Harry’s other leg, pulling it up, bending the boy tighter until he could barely move, and then pushed all his weight into his thrusts.
Harry clawed dull nails at his back, struggling to keep his head up so he could breathe. It was too big… too thick and long… and Sirius was snapping into him, making sure it hurt.
But it didn’t just hurt, it burned, his channel clenching tight from the friction, something inside being hit sharply, wonderfully, pulling cry after desperate cry as Sirius moved in him. He could feel a tension building inside him, each jerking thrust bringing Harry closer to something… so fucking close…
Sirius gave a shout, slamming into Harry as the boy bucked and came between them with a great sob. “You fucking slut… you did come back for this… My god… what your father would say…” He continued to slam into the clutching boy, taking his pleasure as the body around him trembled and shook, his small form likely feeling every ache and pain as Harry’s orgasm left him.
“That’s it… that’s it… cry about it, love… Remember that this is what you’re going to get every time you trespass into my domain,” Sirius whispered huskily into Harry’s ear as the boy cried breathless tears. “You’ll remember now, won’t you? Will fucking listen this time… right?” He slowed his thrusts, drawing them out in long, hard movements as he listened to Harry sob.
“Oh fuck… look at you… fucking tight, Potter. I know what kind of animal you are, and so does everything in this forest that smells it on you. The kind begging for cock… my cock, shoved deep inside. I thought I was punishing you… but no, this is what you wanted all along, you little slut… What you need… Yes… fucking mine…” Sirius slammed in a final time, holding Harry’s hips until his knuckles were white, pulling the boy down to meet him, and fill him with his searing seed.
Harry just gasped on the ground, fighting to breathe around the cloying wetness in his mouth and nose. And then around Sirius’s tongue, the man kissing him ferociously, biting his lips sore, tasting his saliva and teeth and tongue with demanding force, until all Harry could do was let him, opening wider, pulling in air when he could.
“What do I take away… this time, Harry?” Sirius asked, now lapping up Harry’s face, tasting him like a dog while his dick was still buried deep inside. “Too much, and we’ll have to do this… all over again. Not enough… and you’ll have to know… just how much of a filthy slut you are…”
Harry jerked at the question, his whole body responding achingly and clutching around the hardness still inside him. “Oh god… Sirius, don’t do this… don’t do this again…”
“Don’t come back here, little boy,” Sirius murmured, tongue curling around Harry’s ear, teeth nipping lightly. “And I won’t have to… Now choose… You can remember… or you can repeat…”
“I can’t… I can’t, Siri!” Harry wailed, Sirius moving in him again, thrusting slow, burning pumps into him. “I don’t want either…”
“Choose… it’s the kindest thing I can offer right now…” Sirius said, fingers probing between them, around Harry’s sore hole where his length was still stretching him.
“I don’t… I don’t want to remember…” Harry moaned, knowing what that meant, knowing he would be back again, folded under Sirius’s weight. Knowing that he had already been, had maybe even made the very same choice and could not remember it.
“That’s it… just like a good slut…” Still slowly pumping into him, Sirius drew his wand, placing it to Harry’s head. “I’ll see you next time, Harry. It’ll be tight, I promise…”
Harry woke dazed, the world spinning around him. Slowly, he realized he was on the ground, his pack strewn before him, cuts on the back of his hands resting in front of his eyes.
Oh god… it was that feeling again. Inside him, something hot and wet dripping inside him. He groaned, stretching slowly, feeling his body and every new sore bruise, every muscle he had forgotten he had, aching and tight as if he had just been through a marathon and left collapsed and broken on the ground.
Harry fumbled for his glasses, slipping them on to confirm that he was indeed in the Forbidden Forest. He wasn’t sure how he had gotten there, but he had remembered intending to go, extremely tired of Ron and Hermione being gushy with each other. Sick of feeling alone and numb.
Hell, he wasn’t feeling numb now, though. He hurt, everywhere. Ached, burned, bled. He was anything but numb.
Groaning again, Harry pushed himself to his knees, his body making noises of complaint. Oh hell, he could feel it inside him, slipping out his battered hole and dripping down, catching on his thighs, slick collecting where his underwear pinched his legs. Gaping, he reached with one arm, pressing his palm into his growing erection, wishing he didn’t like how good it felt inside when he knew, fucking knew it was so very wrong.
His body and mind were in disagreement, and his body again was winning. He had stopped trying to get up, instead spreading his legs wide and lying back on the ground, rubbing into the dirt and grass, gasping as he imagined the feel of what had to have been inside him, stretching him wide, pushing him down. Harry’s hand had just made it inside his jeans and around his aching prick when he came suddenly, eyes closing, mouth gaping a wordless cry.
He lay panting in the dirt, face buried in the warm soil. There was something really fucking wrong with him. God, so fucking wrong… Wrong for liking it… wrong for wanting it again… wrong for knowing it had to be Sirius.
He had left his paw prints, familiar collections of toes and pads pressing up from the dirt. They circled around Harry, as if Padfoot had not left until making sure he was all in one piece. The invisibility cloak was there, next to his torn shirt, his jeans and underwear safely on his person. But Harry knew that was a lie, because it was dripping down, inside and out, and he was not intact.
Harry got to his feet unsteadily, his thin limbs shaking under the weight of his body. He felt light headed and groggy, and wondered how he was going to make it back to the castle safely like this. He had his wand. He had the cloak. He was stiff and sore, but he could walk. Wrapping the smooth material around his body, Harry tried not to gasp at the sensation, his flesh seemingly extra sensitive to everything.
Grabbing his things, Harry made his way back, determined not to think of what must have happened, and why part of him liked it so much.
Harry spent the next weeks feeling unimaginably dirty. His body ached every time he moved, reminding him of what had to have happened in the Forbidden Forest. And his hole, god, it was so sore, raw, for so long, every time he noticed just how much it hurt, he would get hard. Eventually it stopped hurting, and Harry found he needed to find new ways to make it hurt.
He had tried fingers, pushing his own in, too thin and wiry, too short to give him the relief he needed for the constant ache inside him. Harry ached so much, this strange, numb, empty feeling that just needed filling. He had felt that way for a long time, but hadn’t realized what would fix it. Not until having stumbled across his godfather during a day he still could not remember, and woken up in bed, dripping inside and feeling as if he had once been full and complete.
When he realized the fingers weren’t going to be enough, he had searched for possible solutions around him. It had only made him feel much worse about himself and the empty ache demanding filling. He was looking at everyday things and considering shoving them inside him, dirtying them on his ass. His broom, his pens, hell, even his food as carrots became very interesting. It was horrible, and yet, he couldn’t stop thinking it. Couldn’t stop wanting something bigger, firmer inside him that could reach just as deep as he needed to feel full again.
Harry had avoided the Forbidden Forest since waking up there. It had been as obvious a warning as Sirius could have ever given him, leaving him cum soaked and bruised in the dirt, and forcing him to walk back. Harry wanted to go back, and hated himself for that as well. Hated the idea that he wanted his godfather to do what he had to have done, turning the man into nothing more than something that could fill him, instead of the few friendly connections Harry had in his life.
God, but he wanted to be filled, needed it so bad, ached, every morning, fingers twisting inside him, trying to imagine what it must have felt like. He was on his knees every night behind his bed curtains, head buried in his pillow, ass in the air as he rode his fingers. He hated that he couldn’t cum any other way, not unless he had fingers buried inside him, and Sirius’s wild eyes in his mind.
Harry tried to focus on class. He tried to give his attention to interesting things like DADA, where Professor Lupin was teaching more about werewolves, something Harry was extremely interested in since finding out Remus Lupin was one. The man never seemed it, always look so deceptively shabby and docile. But Harry had noticed once, when Remus had been forced to save a student from their own spell rebounding back, that the man was strong and fast, vicious in his immediate assessment of the threat and lacking hesitation on how to deal with it.
Harry wondered if Remus had been like that during his own years at school. He wondered how Sirius and Remus and his father had gotten on, two canines and a stag. He kept wondering if Sirius had ever filled anyone else’s ache, the way he had Harry’s.
Remus had seemed concerned with Harry lately, almost protective. He didn’t think the man knew about Sirius, because certainly the very proper Professor would have said or done something about it. Harry didn’t want Remus to know. He didn’t want the option to be taken away, when Harry couldn’t find something big enough to fill the ache, and went back into the forest to find Sirius to do it for him.
But for now, Harry tried to do it on his own. Because having to go to Sirius was wrong. It was wrong to drag the man into his fucked up perversion of needing… fucking needing something deep inside him. He was avoiding Ron and Hermione more, unable to deal with just how normal they seemed, while Harry was empty and aching and begging to be filled.
The world seemed mundane and boring, even more so once the bruises healed and the soreness faded.
It was a Thursday when Harry read the article in the Daily Prophet. Hermione had shown it to him, worry pinching her face as they read the paragraphs together. Sirius Black, the escaped prisoner, was on the loose and had been spotted near Hogsmeade. A search party was being sent out that weekend to hunt down the dangerous outlaw and capture and execute him once and for all.
Harry forgot to take the invisibility cloak with him, running through the twilight to find Sirius and warn him before it was too late. He had remembered his wand though, steady in his hand as he illuminated the brush around him, trying to feel his way back to where he had woken up under a large tree in a glade.
He did not find the glade, instead something large and predatory moving through the forest, making an alien cry as it attacked Harry. Harry managed to stun it, only to find that it was not alone, the strange, magical creatures hunting in a pack. They were more hesitant after he took out the first one, but eventually they must have realized their numbers outweighed his power, and they rushed him together, throwing him back into a bush of thorns, tearing his hands and face and catching his clothes as he tried to roll and fight back.
There was something else in the dark, something vicious and warm, snapping at the creatures as Harry righted himself. He listened, hearing flesh tearing under jaws, alien howls as the creatures were pushed back. And then, as the rustling faded, a growl, low, and dark, and very much directed at Harry.
Eyes wide, Harry watched the creature approach, wild blue eyes staring him down in the fast approaching dark, blood and saliva dripping from its heavy black maw. “Padfoot…” Harry gasped, swallowing when the dog growled in response, crouching at him menacingly.
Harry held his hands up, wand quickly slipped into his back pocket. “Paddy, it’s me… I have to warn you. The Ministry is sending men in to find you tomorrow night. Someone spotted you at Hogsmeade… Come on, Pads… stop growling at me…”
The dog didn’t, fur bristling as it slowly approached Harry. “I was worried, Siri… I didn’t want you dead…” Harry whispered hoarsely, not certain why Sirius was still menacing at him, but suddenly remembering the ache again, in desperate need of filling, and much stronger than the fear twisting in his stomach. Padfoot leaped up, jaws snapping at Harry’s neck but not connecting, paws on his shoulders, pushing him down until Harry gave in and knelt.
Harry knew what the dog wanted, or at least, knew what he thought it wanted, because it was all he could think of as Padfoot continued to snarl at him, snapping at his jeans waistband until Harry unbuttoned his fly and pushed his pants and underwear down his thighs. And then Padfoot was behind him, hot mouth snuffling, pushing into his crack, licking and growling angrily until Harry fell forward on his hands, head bowed down as he panted.
“Oh fuck… Pads that’s… that’s bad, Pads… you shouldn’t—Oh!” Harry gasped, eyes squeezed shut at the dog nipped his ass cheek and then continued to lick his hole and balls with its wide, warm tongue. “Oh god… help…” Harry spread his knees as wide as his jeans would allow to keep himself from falling forward, Padfoot nosing into him again, hard and throwing off his balance.
His face hit the dirt, bent arms failing him as Padfoot jumped on him, silky matted fur rubbing against Harry’s back. Claws tore carelessly at his shirt as the heavy creature braced itself on Harry’s narrow, sloping back and began to hump against his crack. Harry gaped, sweat pouring down his dirty, tear streaked face, the dog’s large cock finding his entrance and immediately plunging into him with fast, hard thrusts.
“Oh… oh stop… oh hell…” He managed to choke out as fire seared through him, Padfoot slick and long, stretching inside his tight hole.
There was something different to the feel of Padfoot’s hard rod, something thicker and sharp that kept bruising into Harry as the heavy dog dug claws in and persisted, fucking him on his knees into the dirt. Each quick, jabbing thrust brought it a little closer, a little deeper, pain searing in his hole as his flesh tried to stretch around the large knot. “Oh god… I can’t… c-can’t… no… god no…” But it was inside, tearing into him, filling his so deep, stretching so fucking wide as the thrusts changed from wild, fast and desperate, to rocking, hip shaking pounds as the dog’s dick tied to him.
Harry could feel his hole closing around and keeping the sharp knot in tight, holding the dog in deep, where it belonged, filling him, filling the ache that refused to be filled any other way. Fuck, he needed help… needed to know that this wasn’t as wrong as he knew it to be, because it felt so fucking good inside him. Especially when the wet started, seed filling him so deep, so hot inside him, making him feel fucking real as long as he was slick, and full, and dripping.
“Fuck Pads… fuck me… fuck…” Harry was whining, face dragging in the dirt, pushing back into the hard pumps trying to break his hips, feeling the silky fur and strong body rocking against him. “Need this… bad… so bad… its so fucking bad… and I need it…” The admission was too much, and Harry came with a cry, hands gripping in the dirt, mouth spilling soil as still, Padfoot reamed into him unrelenting, nails turning his back bloody, cock slicking his hole so wet.
Harry waited, gasping air, waiting for the dog to grow tired, first of fighting, and now of fucking. It was a long while, night fully formed around them, cold settling in. Harry ached, but didn’t dare move, not when Pads growled and snapped at him every time he did, demanding he stay still and open for him to receive all the wet seed he had.
Then he was gone, and it was Sirius, fully clothed and wrapping arms around Harry, pressing his entire weight down on him until he was pinned, flat on the ground with Sirius covering him and panting in his ear.
“You could have been fucking killed, you stupid fool. If I had been in the glade, you would have been. How many fucking times, Harry, until I find you dead?” Sirius growled in his ear, voice hoarse and rough with restrained emotion.
Harry didn’t say anything, just absorbing the heat of Sirius grinding against him, holding him close. Then he felt it, the slick inside him pouring out without anything to stop it, and he moaned wantonly, lips brushing dirt.
“Fuck, Harry. You fucking liked that, didn’t you?” Sirius whispered, biting at his ear while Harry squirmed from the feel of cum gushing out of his sore hole. “You are one nasty little bitch… Fuck… my god…”
Harry was pushing himself up against Sirius, trying to get back on his knees, trying to spread his legs wide as he felt the man hardening behind him. “Siri… need your help…” Harry moaned, pushing his hands into the ground and trying to get leverage. “Need to be filled… so bad…”
“I can see that,” Sirius panted in his ear, shifting and wrapping his arm around Harry’s waist and holding the boy against him as he knelt. “Spread your legs wider… yes… just like that… Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me…” Harry grunted out, pushing back, only to have Sirius hold him still. “Please Siri,” he whined, throwing his head back as the man started nipping his neck and shoulder. “God, I need it… fucking need it…”
“You do. You really fucking do, Harry… Because you just had a dog fucking you, and you still need more, don’t you?”
“Yes… More…” Harry begged, pushing back only to have Sirius again hold him still, biting harder on his shoulder. “So empty…”
Sirius groaned, free hand running down Harry’s side, pushing the boy’s shirt up and pulling it off. He let Harry go, shoving him forward so he could pull the boy’s jeans off, including shoes and socks and underwear, and then rolled him so he could look down at Harry’s tormented expression.
“Are you some sort of bitch, Potter? Some sort of canine bitch in heat?” Sirius asked, eyes raking over the thin, pale boy covered in sweat and scars.
Harry just blinked up at the man, green eyes so unbelievable wide, lips red and swollen with his face streaked in dirt and saliva, hair messy and feathery around his head. Harry opened his mouth to speak, but didn’t, instead a low moan falling free instead, the boy arching from the sensation of cold air over his hot skin.
“You are… you fucking are…”
Sirius stood, grabbing Harry’s clothes, and making sure the boy’s wand and glasses were safe in his pocket, and then hauled Harry to his feet. Harry swayed, blinking around, feet edging away from the thorns trying to prick him on the ground. Sirius held an arm out, and Harry moved to him, letting the man lift him up against his chest, arm secure around the bottom of Harry’s wet thighs as the boy held on to Sirius’s neck.
Sirius carried him to the glade, naked body pressed into his hard warmth, no animal bothering them as long as Harry was covered in Padfoot’s scent. And once in the safety of Sirius’s lair, the man placed Harry down at the foot of the tree, turned him, and shoved him into the bark, much to Harry’s despairing relief.
“Yes.. do it, Siri… need it…” Harry moaned as Sirius grabbed his hips roughly and pulled him closer.
“Hush, love… hush… I’m going to give you what you need,” Sirius promised, mouth pressing to Harry’s neck while his hands began to explore the boy’s back, running over the raw scratches Padfoot had left behind. “How long have you been like this, Harry? How long have you been begging for it?”
Harry groaned, realizing no filling was coming until he told Sirius what he wanted to know. “Long time… empty a long time… Just didn’t know what I needed until… about a month ago…”
“After you blacked out?”
Harry nodded, his nose brushing against the tree trunk and scratching his skin. “Yes… fuck yes…”
“Did you know you wanted men before then?”
Harry shook his head no, mouth opening and tongue pressing to the rough bark before him.
“Had you had sex at least? Some point of reference to know when it changed?”
“No… never even touched myself… It was too dirty…”
Sirius inhaled sharply, pressing up against Harry and licking down the boy’s throat. “Oh love, you were fucking born this way… fucking delicious bitch, begging for it slut…”
“No,” Harry groaned, even as he spread his legs wider, pushing back into the bulge behind him.
“Yes,” Sirius growled, pushing him forward harder, hands flying down to his pants and quickly tearing them open. “It happens sometimes… the inner animagus responds to its own… Fuck Harry, you are one of us. You’re a fucking dog.”
Harry just whimpered, Sirius’s hard, hot cock finally pressing against his hole. “Oh yess… do it… do it…”
“Fucking bitch dog.” Sirius grunted, thrusting in hard, Harry still wet, and slick, and wide from Padfoot. “I got what you need… Now fucking take it…”
“Yes… oh god…” Harry cried, arms wrapping around the wide tree trunk, legs spreading further as Sirius began to drive into him. “God… so big… so fucking big… just right…”
Sirius growled, pushing the boy’s face down into the tree while snapping his hips forward. He slammed in while Harry fucking thanked him for being thick enough, long enough, and hard enough to fill him just the way he needed it. It was just the way Sirius liked to give it to him, and it was all Harry had ever fucking wanted or needed.
Sirius could not draw it out, not with Harry begging and pleading so prettily, so clearly slut and easy, and all fucking his. How Harry had made it so long, not bending over to some rough fuck was beyond Sirius. Now awakened, the boy didn’t seem to know or want anything else.
“Fuck… that’s it… that’s it… so tight… Fucking mine… you’re fucking mine, Harry…”
“Y-Yes… make me yours, Siri…” Harry sobbed out, cheek crushed against the bark as Sirius continued to smash his head down, the hold on his hair uncompromising.
Sirius filled him with a snarl, slamming so hard that Harry lost his footing and nearly fell, only to have Sirius pin him into the trunk, bark scraping painfully against his erection until Harry came with a weak cry.
“Little longer… fuck yes… fuck…” Sirius ground him forward, smashing Harry’s hips into the tree, loving the feel of Harry clenching so demanding around him as the boy took his hot cum.
With a great groan, Sirius pulled out of Harry, grabbing the boy by the shoulders and pulling him away from the trunk that had left bits of bark clinging to Harry’s skin. He tugged the boy down to the ground with him, wrapping his larger body around Harry’s pale, nude form, and spooning him tight while the boy shook and gasped, trying to calm himself.
Sirius was not expecting Remus, but realized he should have, considering it was past midnight, Harry was still wrapped in his arms, and the Ministry was supposedly going to be hunting for the escaped convict tomorrow.
His werewolf mate came when the clouds moved over the moon, darkening everything so as to hide the golden glint of his eyes when he hauled Sirius up by his shirt and threw the man away from Harry’s sleeping form. They fought in the dark, quiet grunts, fists connecting flesh, dirt scraping under feet and kicking legs, until Remus had Sirius pinned, growling death in his ear.
“What the fuck have you done, Black?” Remus snarled, all hard muscle and deadly intent in the face of Harry’s condition. “He’s a fucking child!”
Sirius laughed harshly, earning him a brutal punch in the face from his handsome love, his nose snapping. “He wanted it… fucking still does…” Sirius panted out while trying to keep blood from pouring down his nose.
“You fucking waste—I knew I shouldn’t have let you stay here. That prison fucked you up, Black.” Remus punched Sirius again, the darker man putting his hand up to block the assault. “He’s not James! You can’t just do that to his son.”
“I fucking know! I’m not fucked in the head, Lupin—I fucking know!” Sirius snarled back, knocking Remus’s supporting arm and smashing the man’s face into the ground. “James didn’t fucking come back after you had him. He ran off and married Lily like a good little boy. Harry, fuck Remus… you don’t even understand what he is.”
Growling, Remus used his full strength, raising himself from the ground and Sirius’s restraining hand. He grabbed Sirius by the throat, breathing scalding heat in his face as he glowered. “Make me understand, Black. Make me understand how ruining that little boy is somehow going to give you more than what I do to you. Or do I need to remind you just how much you fucking need it?”
Sirius groaned, relaxing in the painful grip, eyes glazing over as Remus just looked at him. “Oh fuck… fucking remind me, Moony.”
“Padfoot, fucking tell me!” Remus looked ready to murder him, and Sirius felt the only way to remedy this situation was to show the werewolf firsthand what they were dealing with.
“Let me up, love. Let me show you, and I promise, you won’t be mad… promise…” Remus glared at him long moments, and then relented, releasing Sirius with an angry shove. Wiping his face into something less bloody, so as not to scare Harry, Sirius padded back to the glade, Remus close behind him.
Harry was awake, sitting up and blinking into the dark at their approach. “Siri…?” Harry called softly, brows furrowing when the man came into view. “Where were you?”
“It’s fine, Harry, just talking to Remi. You remember Remus, right love?” Sirius crouched next to Harry, fingers lightly brushing the side of the boy’s face.
Harry glanced over Sirius’s shoulder, finding his professor there, ruffled and vicious looking, all sweetness gone from his expression now out in the forest and in his element. Sirius’s hand was moving, touching Harry’s neck, and without realizing it, Harry was suddenly moaning, fire shooting through him from the simple touch, the ache returning so strong, it was like he had never been filled before.
Remus stepped forward, glaring down, watching Harry arch and then bite Sirius’s fingers, sucking them into his mouth, trying to get them in deep. “What have you done to him?”
“Nothing, not a god damn thing. Well, nothing to make him like this, anyways,” Sirius amended under Remus’s glare. “Smell him. Get close, Remi. See what happens to him… Fuck, it’ll be even better once he figures out what you are.”
Remus took in Sirius’s dazed eyes, and then crouched down beside the two. He carefully extracted the man’s long fingers from Harry’s mouth, grasping the boy’s chin, and forcing his heavy lidded green eyes to meet his. The boy reeked of sex… but not just covered in Sirius and Padfoot… no, the boy was fucking calling for sex, his scent so demanding it was like an assault.
Trying not to breathe too deep, Remus spoke softly to the boy. “Harry, how are you feeling right now?”
“Empty,” Harry murmured, eyes drifting with interest over Remus’s face. It was a very species specific answer, and Remus glanced at Sirius, who was grinning like a shit.
“He’s a bitch,” Sirius said smugly, running fingers through Harry’s hair.
“You’re a bitch, Pads,” Remus snapped, turning back to Harry’s questioning look.
“Only to my fucking alpha, love. You are the only one I will spread for, and fuck, I love to do it for you. Harry here… Harry will spread for anyone in the pack, right Harry?”
Harry turned his gaze to Sirius for a moment, and then back to Remus, eyes drawn to the sharp gold stare boring into him. “I… I’m not in a pack, Siri.”
Remus relaxed his grip on Harry’s chin, letting his fingers splay and trace under the boy’s jaw. Harry watched him, eyes growing darker, lips parting as he began to pant. Remus touched Harry’s throat, not fully surprised when the boy jerked forward, gaping, sweat beginning to trickle down his face. And then Harry was kneeling, spreading his thighs, resting on his hands and staring at Remus expectantly, lip caught between his teeth.
“You want me to fuck you, Harry?” Remus asked quietly, watching the boy’s eyes widen in want. “Want me to fill you, so you don’t feel so empty?”
“Y-Yes… please, Sir…” Harry whimpered, eyes fluttering shut at the wonderful thought.
Staring at Harry for a thoughtful moment, Remus stood back up, hauling Sirius with him in long strides away so they could watch over Harry while they talked. “He wasn’t like this before. I would have noticed.”
“No, he said he’d never touched himself. Some muggle bullshit about it being dirty,” Sirius confided, lowering his head and gazing at Remus through his lashes. “I might have—well, Padfoot likely, woke him up.”
Remus growled, stepping towards the man and grabbing him forcefully by the back of his neck. “What the fuck did I tell you about interacting with these children, you fucking sod? They are not playthings.”
Sirius rolled his eyes. “Everything is a fucking plaything. Just because you’re a halfblood doesn’t mean the rest of the world agrees with your backwards logic. I am strong and they are weak. Tell me Moony doesn’t agree with me.”
“Fuck what Moony thinks. Did you hurt him? Do I have to fucking worry about you being trucked off for hurting fucking children?” Remus was squeezing Sirius’s neck hard, forcing the man down until he was on his knees and looking up at him.
“He came out here reeking of sex, attracting every beast in the vicinity,” Sirius swiftly explained. “I wanted to protect him, but every time he fought me, the wild dog fucking needed to break him. I had to have him—the dog fucking had to have him. I didn’t even realize what was happening until tonight.” He met Remus’s eyes as the werewolf growled. “I wiped his memory of most of it. It was only ever him, Remus, I fucking swear on my life. I don’t give a fuck about anything else here. Just his safety, and you.”
Remus took a deep breath, relaxing his hold when he realized Sirius had at least not attacked anyone else. “And is he safe, Siri?”
Sirius scowled, glaring in Harry’s direction. “I think Padfoot is feeling more calm, having claimed him firsthand. But I can’t say for certain if the boy keeps being so argumentative. He keeps fighting me, keeps returning out here. Came running because he thought I couldn’t handle some fucking Aurors—the boy means well, but damn dim about the way of things. I can’t get him to listen.”
“He needs affection, you stupid prat,” Remus muttered, stepping in front of Sirius’s view and cupping the man’s face as he looked down at him. “Something you may have understood once, before Azkaban ruined your head so. He is lonely. I’ve been watching him, and he is isolated and unable to communicate.”
“All the more reason you should claim him. You can give him those things and make him obedient. I sure as fuck can’t.”
Remus shook his head. “He’s a damn child. He doesn’t even know how to transform.”
“Bullshit. We’re already protecting him, Lupin. Let us fucking have him, and he us at the same time. Stop letting that human muggle backwardness get in the way of things. Moony knows. Moony is fucking drooling over him, because fuck, Pads fucking loved him, Remus. And Harry fucking loved what Padfoot gave him.”
Remus groaned, pulling at Sirius’s hair until the man was back on his feet. “What the fuck am I going to do with a little bitch running around while I’m trying to work and teach these weak children?”
“Fuck him, that’s what he’s there for,” Sirius growled, stepping in and kissing Remus. Remus tightened his hold on the man’s silky black hair, wrenching his head back and deepening the kiss. He drove his tongue into Sirius’s mouth, feeling his mate surrender to him, even now after so many years of hell and pain he had been through while in captivity.
“Has he helped you, Siri?” Remus asked, pulling away to look his mate over, thumbs caressing the sides of his face as he stared into his wild eyes. “You seem almost closer to yourself tonight.”
Sirius gave an agitated shrug, eyes lowering. “He is a dim thing, nearly got himself killed… but… he really was worried. I could smell it on him… I’m not used to that. Not anymore.”
Remus nodded, studying his face and brushing fingers down his cheek. “Do you want to keep him, then? Not just for me… but for you?”
“Yes,” Sirius said quickly, and then winced, as if he had not wished to speak it so readily.
Remus quirked a dark smile, lightly shoving Sirius away. He turned, looking down at the boy that was waiting patiently, shivering in the cold without any clothes to protect him. “Come here, Harry. I’ve decided.”
Harry rose slowly, his knees stiff and body aching in general from all its recent activities. Once standing, he paused, mouth gaping as he felt the wetness in him still, shifting and drizzling down his bare thigh.
Remus noticed, nostrils flaring as the boy stumbled and fell to his knees from the feel of it. He held his hand up, walking to Harry instead, pushing the boy onto his hands and knees and kneeling behind him, hands moving up in the dry crust and now fresh cum sliding down his thighs. “Look at you, such a mess. Sirius was never good at caring for his things…”
“Oh… oh don’t…” Harry whispered, wrinkling his nose as he felt Remus press his tongue to his inner thigh, licking up the thick fluid with dirt and twigs stuck to him. “It’s… it’s dirty…”
“It’s okay… I very much like dirty things, Harry,” Remus assured him, tongue moving in hard, firm swipes, first one trembling thigh, and then the other. “You are a very filthy boy… and I like that a lot…”
Harry made a soft, aching noise, feeling a warm nose press against his hole and exhale as Remus continued to lick up him. “Oh god… oh… oh… I don’t want to be dirty…” he whimpered. “It’s bad…”
“Mmm… it is… very fucking bad…” Remus rumbled into his pink entrance, tongue pressing out and pushing in, seeking more of the cum from his mate, human and dog. “You are very fucking bad for being so dirty… And I want you to remember that every time it feels good. Can you do that for me, Harry?”
Sirius growled, crouching in front of Harry and running fingers through his sweaty hair. “Stop fucking with his head, Remus. You’re going to give him a complex.”
“Shut up, Black. He’s mine, and I’ll do as I please,” Remus snapped back, grabbing Harry’s cheeks and pressing his thumbs against his crack to spread him wide. More milky, hot fluid dripped out, and he lapped it, feeling Harry tremble. “Harry… is it bad to be so dirty?”
“Yes… god, yes…” Harry groaned, stretching forward and pressing into Sirius’s hands as the man ran fingertips over his lips.
“Do you feel good right now?” Remus asked, tongue driving in again, wiggling the thick muscle and making Harry gape breathless.
“I do… I do, Sir…” Harry cried out
“That makes you… a very bad boy, Harry… And do you know…. what we do to bad boys?”
Harry shook his head, whimpering.
“We fill them, love… Fill them so deep… so full… that they never feel empty again…”
Harry gave a wide gasp, crying out at the idea. Grinning, Sirius pressed two fingers to Harry’s tongue, the boy quickly curving his flesh to them.
“So… maybe you don’t want to be such a good boy… right Harry?” Remus asked, smiling as Harry shuddered from the heat of his words. He ran a hand up the boy’s cleaned thigh, rubbing his balls and brushing his hard length. “Good boys don’t get filled… but filthy… naughty… bad boys… they get more than they can handle…”
“Oh god… oh please… I wanna… I wanna be dirty…”
“Siri, you heard the boy,” Remus murmured, smirking at just how quickly Sirius was tearing down his fly as he stood. “Harry, Siri is very good at dirtying things…. not so much at cleaning, but I don’t hold it against him.”
Harry just nodded, eyes widening as they focused on Sirius’s hard dick, the man’s large hand doing nothing to disguise how big it was now that it was nearly level with Harry’s face. “I… I don’t know…”
“I’ll show you,” Sirius muttered gruffly, thick fingers pressing into Harry’s mouth, thumb on his chin urging his red lips wider. Harry opened obediently, eyes caught in the wild blue stare. The boy was fucking stunning, more so without all the defiance of before, Harry now just full of trust and want. And if Sirius ruined that trust, well, he could always wipe the boy’s mind and try all over again.
Harry’s tongue reached out to meet the man, running over the head of his cock, shivering against his flesh in hot, needy motions. Sirius breathed in sharply, watching the boy lick him as if it was the only way left to breathe, desperate and hungry, and very much wanting it. Hands tangling in the silky mess of Harry’s hair, Sirius pushed himself in, dipping towards the back of the boy’s hot throat and sinking until he found some resistance.
“That’s it…” Sirius grunted, Harry making a small choking noise, eyes watering up in response to the large intrusion. Sirius pulled back a little, pushing in deep again, firmly against the back of Harry’s throat. Hot saliva began to drip down around his cock, Harry’s mouth widening more to accommodate his length. Sirius stayed seated in him, feeling the boy tremble, tongue flickering against his length, small, desperate puffs of air from the boy’s nose as he struggled to breathe.
“Look at him, so well behaved…” Remus mussed, moving around Harry to watch the boy’s flushed lips stretch to Sirius’s dick. Green eyes slid towards him, the boy’s brows suddenly furrowing as Harry made another choking noise, Sirius holding him in place as he pressed again into his throat.
“Harry, do you remember where that big cock was, only hours ago? Right up your tight, hot hole… You are getting yourself absolutely filthy.”
Harry shuddered, his whole body arching, mouth widening to spill hot fluids down his chin. Sirius pulled out to let the boy choke on the spit that had clogged his throat, using the time to rub against Harry’s face with his dripping cock. He watched with interest at how the eyes fringed with black kept following the red head of his dick, as if just waiting for it to be close enough to lick again.
“Open wide,” Sirius said, pressing his tip to the ripe lips. Harry did slowly, tongue again reaching for him. But Sirius was rubbing against his bottom lip still, watching the red flesh indenting to the shape of his cock with each swipe. Remus made a growl of approval at the sight, and Sirius began to jerk his hand over his length while pressing it to Harry’s lips, moving his slick head around the gasping mouth and chin.
The boy began to pant in anticipation, eyes hooded, body stretching and legs spreading, as if Sirius was about to fuck his hole instead of his mouth. Smirking, Sirius reached into his back pocket, unfolding Harry’s glasses single handedly and slipping them onto the boy’s face.
“Fuck, Siri… fuck…” Remus groaned, running fingers over Harry’s wet chin and down his throat while Sirius’s hand made rapid, slick noises as he jerked himself faster, cock now pressed into the glass frames digging into the boy’s face. “Do it, Black… all over his face… He wants to be filthy.”
Harry moaned loudly, pressing forward into the hot length rubbing against his face, mouth and tongue reaching for Sirius’s sack, licking and kissing desperately, covering himself with his own saliva and Sirius’s heavy musk and sweat. “Oh god… please… please…”
Grunting, Sirius grabbed Harry’s hair and pulled the boy back, streaming hot cum onto his face, over his glasses and fringe, across his lips and cheeks. The boy gaped at him, looking for all the world as if he were going to cum right then and there. And then Harry moaned, air shakily escaping, harsh pants exploding out as he nearly fainted, Sirius’s grip on his hair the only thing keeping him upright.
Remus helped pull the shaking boy into his lap, wrapping his arms around him while Harry moaned long, aching breaths. “You are a fucking mess…” he murmured to the boy, watching Harry jerk at the words. “A fucking nasty, dirty mess. Do you like that all over your face? Covered in Siri’s foul cum? Do you, Harry?”
“Y-Yes… oh god…” Harry was squirming, trying to get needed friction on his aching prick. He crawled up Remus’s form, knees straddling the man’s muscular waist as Harry pressed his nude body into his shirt front. Remus deftly plucked the glasses from Harry’s face, holding them out in front until Harry understood and began to lick them clean.
“Good… good, Harry… You are going to be very fun to train…” Remus held his hand out once the glasses were to a proper cleanliness, Sirius taking them and placing them safely back in his pocket. “But first, pup, I’m going to have to claim you. Because there is no fucking way I can let you back into that castle without you knowing who you belong to. You’d be fucking spreading to anyone that had the nerve to growl at you. You wouldn’t want that, now would you?”
Harry tilted his head, lips parting at the thought, while Sirius snorted. “I… I don’t know…”
“Oh, you little slut, maybe you would,” Remus groaned, running his hands down the boy’s back and squeezing his ass. “Well, I wouldn’t want that. I am very possessive of my dogs, Harry. If you want to be in this little pack, you need to understand that no one else touches you, not without my say so.”
Harry swallowed, eyes straying back to where Sirius was sitting close by and watching. “But… if you say so?”
Remus followed, having mixed emotions of the intensity of Sirius’s stare as his mate looked over the small boy.
Remus knew Harry wasn’t James, and was fairly certain Sirius knew that as well. But James had nearly gotten between Remus and Sirius on many an occasion, until Remus had offered a compromise, one James just hadn’t had the fucking balls to follow through with. But Sirius had been through fucking shit years because of the pack traitor, Wormtail, and Remus just didn’t have it in him to get defensive over Sirius’s blatant interest in the boy.
“I would give Sirius the okay, Harry, if that’s what you want,” Remus finally answered, watching Sirius’s face as the man relaxed at the news.
Harry turned back, crooked smile twisting his swollen lips, face streaked with layers of his long evening. “How do I join your pack?”
“How indeed,” Remus mused, Harry squirming again against him. “You just stay obedient, and filthy, and I will show you what we do to such bad little boys.” Hands moving again, Remus pressed a finger into Harry’s entrance, raising an eyebrow as the boy clenched tight around him.
“Harry, I fucking tasted you. You had Padfoot and Sirius not too long ago. How are you so tight?”
Harry didn’t have an answer, eyes fluttering shut, hips pushing back into the hands holding him, his own arms wrapping around Remus’s neck. “Oh… that feels good…” He whispered wetly against Remus’s cheek, lips pressing into sharp stubble as soft hair brushed his face.
Remus was fairly certain Harry wasn’t too god damn picky about what ended up in his ass, just as long as something did. The boy was a fucking slattern for his hole being fucked, and apparently, was designed in a way to ensure that whoever was doing the fucking would be willing to come back for more. Pushing two fingers roughly into the boy, Remus began to work quickly at the tight muscles while Harry cried out and rocked on his hand.
Shit, but the boy liked it rough, made the loudest, neediest noises when Remus lost a bit of control and pushed too hard, wrenched too quickly. He glanced over Harry’s head at Sirius’s ever watching gaze, meeting the man’s smug grin. The fucking bastard had known, had thrown a god damn delicate looking, begging to be broken bitch into his lap, and was just waiting to see him try not to ruin him.
“Harry, turn around and get on your fucking knees,” Remus ordered lowly, watching the boy whimper and jerk at the harsh command. And then he was wiggling, trying to untangle his gangly legs from Remus’s waist, crawling over his lap to get to the ground and spread.
“Up, Harry, just your knees,” Remus added, watching him push up from his hands, swaying unsteadily while Remus pulled his shirt off and undid his trousers. He had not been expecting sex tonight, had not even thought Sirius, so cold and fucked in the head from Azkaban, would be in the mood. They had only been together their return meeting, when Remus had reclaimed his mate, reminding him what it meant to feel again. Sirius had not seemed to want to remember… not until this slutty little pup here. Maybe Harry was going to make things different… better, even…
If the boy could sit still long enough for it. “Patience, Harry, my god.” Remus quickly grabbed the boy’s hand that had been inching to his hole, small fingers just starting to breech. Harry glanced back and up at him, green eyes full of apology and desperate need. “I haven’t forgotten you.”
“Okay, professor… I just… I really, really need it…” Harry whispered, then gasped, turning more to see Remus’s heavily muscled chest and many brutal scars. “Oh… oh wow…” He went to reach out and touch, but Remus caught his other hand, pulling the boy against his chest so Harry was blinking back at him in surprise. “You’re strong…”
“I am,” Remus agreed, releasing Harry’s hands to touch the boy’s pale throat and chest. He looked particularly small and fragile in his arms, thin limbs and slender torso, slight toned muscle only starting to build on his frame. “I’m going to bite you, Harry. You need to understand what that means.”
Harry looked down, then dragged his eyes back, biting his lip pensively. “I, uh, don’t want to be a werewolf.”
“I don’t want you to be one either,” Remus said simply. “And I don’t want you to be my mate. Siri is my mate, and I am very happy with him. Biting you will make you part of our pack. It will let any animal know that you belong to me, the same way they know Siri belongs to me. You are still very weak, very young. It won’t fully protect you from bad creatures, but they will know who they are crossing if they do hurt you. We will protect you, and you must be loyal in return.”
Harry nodded, eyes straying to Sirius and then back to Remus. “How do I, uh, show that I’m loyal?”
“It doesn’t take much, little pup. Listen when we speak to you. Do your best to grow strong and powerful to help protect us, and so we won’t have to worry so much for you. Come to us and spread when you’re in need, and we’re in need.”
“Oh… I want to do that now… that last one right now,” Harry whimpered, pushing back into Remus’s body and rubbing.
“Yes, well I do believe you are going to be in need far more than myself and Siri are used to, Harry,” Remus said with a small growl, holding the boy still so that he could focus. He might have to find another packmate, just to keep the boy filled and quiet. Remus had spent a damn near celibate existence without Sirius, and vice versa with Sirius in such a life draining jail. This little horny pup was likely going to exhaust them quick… delectable as Harry was.
Oh, and he was fucking delicious. Somehow Harry managed to get his hips free, pushing back and finding Remus’s hard, large cock and trying to wedge it between his cheeks. “Shit—Fine, fine, fucking now. Just turn your head this way and let me see your throat.”
Harry did as he was told, eyes closing softly as Remus licked the side of his neck. Remus glanced up, meeting Sirius’s very intent look as the man slipped a little closer, as if not believing Remus was really going to claim the boy. Smiling at his fucking crazy mate, the werewolf rose up and Remus clamped his jaws hard around Harry’s throat, wrenching and digging teeth in while the boy howled in pain.
“Fuck—hurts… fucking hurts…” Harry cried, his body jerking fitfully under Remus’s teeth. Then the man was grabbing his hips brutally, pulling Harry’s ass back onto his cock. “Oh hell… oh god… can’t…” Remus was bigger… so much fucking bigger than what could possibly be normal. Pushing in so hard, not letting up, just pushing forward, and forward until Harry’s hole had not choice but to open up, stretch wide, and take it in.
Sobbing, Harry spread his legs wider, his body still jerking and spasming, now grounded by Remus’s teeth in his neck, and hard cock in his ass. He could feel magic rushing over him, feeling very much like the wolf Harry had sometimes sensed hidden in Remus, dark and angry and dominating.
Sirius, still crouched on the ground, inched another step forward, only to have Remus growl, warning him back as blood dripped down his chin and Harry’s bruised neck. Sirius had never seen Remus claim anyone besides himself, and fuck, it was a damn fine sight, gold eyes flashing, body taut with power, and hard with sex as he began pumping into the small boy. Sirius had forgotten just how fucking hot his mate was, not to mention was noticing how much sexier he had become as he aged, watching Remus bury himself savagely into Harry’s tight hole, holding the boy down, fingers biting in almost as tight as his jaws.
Harry was mumbling incoherent, small mouth wide and streaming liquid, body a quivering shake of waif limbs and heaving chest. Sirius tried to remember if it had been any better for him, so many years ago.
Remus had been younger, less bulked… hell, kind still. He had caressed Sirius first, lapped gentle kisses and then, in one shocking move, had nearly snapped his neck as he had bit into him. It had hurt, and Remus had fucked him for the first time, hard, vicious, until he remembered blacking out for lost moments, only to keep returning to the pain, the fullness, and belonging. It had hurt so good… so fucking good…
Harry’s hands had found their way to Remus’s head, thin fingers tearing at the man’s hair as he rocked into the thrusts filling him. The spell was nearly done, so close to completion, and Remus’s body was moving with it, hips snapping with its climax as Harry cried, again and again with each slamming thrust. Until Remus was still, buried so deep… so deep and hard… pushing into him, spurting long, hot shots of cum into his hole as he filled him with cock, and seed, and all the dirt and filth he could ever hope for.
Harry couldn’t bear it any longer, eyes rolling back, body going so tense with his orgasm, and then very slack, a limp rag in Remus’s arms.
Sirius didn’t approach until Remus had extracted his teeth from the boy’s neck, not wanting to look like he was challenging his mate for the little pup. Together they cleaned the boy while Harry slept, washing his limbs, healing his bruises, and mingling theirs and his scent. And although Sirius so wanted the boy to stay, to curl with him in the dust under his tree, he let Remus take him, knowing it would be better for Harry in the castle, protected by his mate.