Chapter One: Harry's Ever present Groaning

Sirius Black sighed contentedly as he lounged on the couch listening to the relaxing trance emanating from the wizarding radio. Ordinarily Sirius preferred listening to heavier music but for his present mood the trance music provided the perfect soundtrack. The last year of his life had been fantastic. In fact, the happy freedom he had enjoyed for the last twelve months stood in direct contrast to the miserable twelve years he had spent wallowing in Azkaban. With Harry's help he had finally stopped blaming himself for the tragic murder of Lilly and James Potter. Harry vehemently demanded that Sirius recognise that the responsibility for the murder of Lilly and James (Harry's parents) lay at Voldemort and Peter Wormtail Pettigrew's door. His godson constantly encourages him to look to the future and to enjoy his freedom rather than drowning in the past. While Sirius could never forget the occurrences that happened so long ago, or the possibility that he could have prevented it, he had managing to enjoy his life and his freedom.

Voldemort was still a powerful threat to the wizarding world and to his godson Harry in particular, he had unleashed a series of vicious and bloody attacks since his rebirth but he was also not as strong as he had been during his previous reign. Wormtail however, was presently rotting in Azkaban after the Aurors captured him just over a year ago leading to Sirius' freedom. With the use of Veritaserum, a truth potion, Wormtail had confessed to all his crimes. Sirius was declared innocent of the murders he had spent twelve years in Azkaban for and he was finally free. Sirius sighed, he hated thinking about Azkaban and he refused to do it anymore. He just wanted to enjoy his life.

Sirius quickly rolled himself a joint. He enjoyed the calming effect smoking had on him - it wasn't just the substance itself that was calming but also the steady inhalation and exhalation one does when smoking. Ever since his name had been cleared, Sirius had been free to offer Harry a home away from the hideous and abusive muggle's he had been forced to live with since the death of his parents. Sirius had also been able to take care of Harry as his parents had intended, and he couldn't help but think how proud they would be of their son. Harry was a remarkable kid, well he was getting to be a man now, and he was exceptionally like his father in looks, temperament and with his extraordinary ability to cause mischief. Judging by the near constant stream of owls he received from his friends and the frequent visitors Sirius supposed that Harry was extremely popular.

At first Sirius had found it rather surprising that Ron and Hermione weren't constantly over visiting Harry or he them. In fact they had only visited him a few times throughout the holidays. Sirius supposed that the young couple wanted to spend time alone together to explore their new relationship and as understandable as that was he just hoped that they didn't make Harry feel like a third wheel when they got back to Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft for their seventh and final year. Harry was a sensitive boy whom had experienced far too much heartbreak for someone so young. His godson was easily hurt and any careless disregard by those he cared for could have dire consequences for Harry's stability. It was times like these Sirius really wanted to do something terrible to the Dursley's.

Thankfully, Harry also appeared to have a number of other seventh year friends who visited and owled him frequently, namely, Dean, Semus and Neville. Hopefully they could make up for any loneliness Harry might feel at the expense of Ron and Hermione's relationship.

And there was also Fred, Sirius smiled. He didn't go to school with Harry anymore having graduated two years earlier but he had spent a lot of time with Harry over the summer. Initially Sirius had found it quite surprising that Fred and Harry spent such an inordinate amount of time together, both at Harry's house and at Fred's apartment. Sirius knew that Fred was one of Ron's brothers and that he had been on the Quidditch team with Harry but he had never known that they were so close. Sirius had begun to wonder if they were best friends because of the sheer amount of them they had spent together over the summer. The mystery was solved when Harry revealed that he was gay and that Fred was more or less his boyfriend (Sirius didn't question this ambiguous comment, he just translated it to mean that they were shagging and were friends). At first Sirius had been quite stunned by Harry's revelation not because he didn't approve or was homophobic but because he had just never suspected. However, his shock had quickly dissipated much to Harry's obvious relief. Sirius was glad that Harry felt he could talk to him about things that were important to him and was relieved that Harry was accepting such a fundamental and natural part of himself more or less openly. He was also eternally grateful that Harry had found someone like Fred to explore his sexuality and boundaries with - the mischievous twin was an honest and immensely likeable young man whom Sirius was certain would never intentionally hurt Harry. And Sirius never wanted Harry to be unhappy again.

So far only Sirius, Fred and presumably George (Fred's identical twin) knew about Harry's sexual orientation. Unsure as to how they would react Harry had decided against revealing his secret to Ron and Hermione for the time being. Harry was terrified of jeopardising the friendship. Though he was sure that Ron and Hermione would accept Harry unconditionally Sirius didn't want to push Harry into confiding in his best friends, this was something that Harry had to deal with at his own pace and as he was ready. Harry had to deal with these issues at his own pace and when he felt emotionally ready to not only part with the information but to accept whatever response Ron and Hermione might give.

Sirius smiled happily as he put out his joint and glanced around his lounge room. He loved this house. He loved having a house, rather then a cave or a cell but he didn't want to think about that. He had sold his old family home in favour of a bright townhouse in the centre of wizarding London. Situated on a small, leafy alley extending off Diagon Alley their house was large, bright and cheerful. Both Harry and Sirius were extremely relived and happy to have a home and a family life even if it did resemble more of a bachelor pad at times. The first floor constituted the main living areas there was: a large spacious kitchen; a comfortable dining room; a study; a washroom and a laundry. The most important room in the house was the large, comfortable lounge room complete where Harry and Sirius spent most of their time at home just relaxing. Upstairs comprised of two enormous bedrooms each complete with an ensuite, both rooms tended to be quite messy, as neither occupant was particularly known for their neatness. There was a small sitting room where Harry kept the muggle television, stereo and computer Sirius had bought for him to make up for the years the Dursley's had denied him these sorts of muggle contraptions as Sirius was prone to call them.

A loud moaning snapped Sirius out of his reflections. "Ohhhhhhhhhh…"

Sirius chuckled when he heard Harry's moans drifting down the stairs. Harry was obviously engaged in another one of his over enthusiastic dreams. Sirius didn't have the heart to tell Harry to put up a silencing spell before he went to bed, the Boy Who Lived would die of embarrassment. Sirius presumed that Fred must put up silencing spells when he visited because Sirius had never heard a peep from Harry's room when he came to visit. Sirius rolled another joint and turned the radio up to drown out Harry's moans and groans. Harry's dreams could go on for hours; Sirius briefly considered whether it had actually been a wise move to sell his manor. He wouldn't have been able to hear Harry if his godson was located in another wing of the manor.

Chuckling, Sirius continued to enjoy his joint while Harry's groans occasionally rose up to override the music. "OHHH MY GOD."

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"Ohhh fuck," Harry panted. He shuddered sitting on the end of his bed, as his blonde lover knelt between his legs licking and sucking his sensitive arousal. The combined effect of his lover's sensuous hands on his thighs, the soft sleek hair falling lightly over his penis and balls and the attention his tongue and mouth were giving to Harry's member were explosive.

"Ohhh my God…. Harder… Suck it harder, and deeper," Harry grunted throwing his head back in frustration as his lover maintained his slow and torturous pace.

Harry groaned loudly, unable to stand his torture any longer he grabbed the man's head forcefully with both hands and proceed to pull it back and forth roughly as he bucked his hips driving his cock deep into his lover's mouth. As Harry fucked his mouth, his blonde lover squeezed and massaged Harry's balls. His tongue continued to torment Harry's cock indicating his enjoyment at Harry's complete loss of control. With a final forceful thrust Harry spilled his seed deep in his lover's mouth before collapsing onto the bed legs still slug over the edge of the bed as he panted heavily.

Harry groaned as he felt his lover licking him clean and sucking every last drop out of his cock. Looking down Harry watched as the blonde head bobbed slightly around his sensitive member, he breathed deeply as he felt that wicked tongue gently cleaning every trace of seamen off his head and shaft. Harry desperately wanted to see his lovers face. He wanted to know who had made him come so hard. Almost as if Harry had voiced his wish, the blonde head snapped up, Harry noticed he had a terrifyingly familiar smirk.

"Arrrrrgghhhhhhhhhh." A terrified guttural screamed erupted from Harry.