Oh gods, I can't look away!
Chapter one: Oh, damn.
A/n: -insert disclaimers and slash warnings here- I wrote this at 2 in the morning, if it totally blows, I apologize.
Harry's' emerald eyes glinted in the low light as he ran his fingers across the dusty vanity containing his Godfathers few belongings. Somehow the dated Quidditch magazines and disgustingly alluring pornography clashed perfectly with the gorgeous mahogany and embellished filigree carved into the ancient and authoritative piece that previously belonged to Sirius' mother.
He had woken up late, and it appeared that everyone had gone shopping. Why Molly hadn't rushed in to get him up with the rest of her boys was beyond him, but he wasn't complaining. This gave him an excuse to explore the house without being scolded or whisked away because of meetings and whatnot.
He hummed lightly as his tongue met the back of his teeth. Flipping open one of the compromising booklets before him, a blush rose upon his high cheeks. A vivacious, blond woman lay strewn across the floor of what appeared to be a motorcycle shop. An impressive bike stood off behind her, glimmering in the camera light. It took Harry a moment to realize that this wasn't a muggle magazine. The woman winked at him, and started gyrating against various tools that surrounded her.
His eyes widened, and he felt a great deal of blood rushing to the bulge that was now growing in the front of his jeans. Snaking a hand gingerly down his front, he was torn from the allure of the woman by steady footsteps making their way up the stairs, right outside his Godfathers room. Panicking, he shoved the pages shut and turned in hesitation.
What to do, what to do..?
The voices outside the door were muffled, and before Harry could discern who they belonged to, he heard the knob of the door squeaking and dove into the already open Armour.
"When do you think they'll be back?" It was the voice of his old defense against the dark arts educator, Remus Lupin, and in tow- His godfather, Sirius Black.
"I don't know Remy, I'd say a few hours. With the new release at Flourish and Blotts, I can imagine Molly will stay there as long as possible." Sirius chuckled lightly, chucking his dress shirt to the floor.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief, only to be followed by a strange twinge in his stomach at the dark haired man referring to his past teacher by the boyish nickname. He grasped the edge of the door, preparing to jump out the startle the two adults who unknowingly accompanied him in the room, that was until Lupin did something quite peculiar.
The honey tressed man took a step towards the aged ex-con, slinging his fingers through the loops of Sirius' muggle jeans, and leaning in alarmingly close. "Then I s'pose we'll just have to figure out how to pass the time."
Harry gasped lightly as he witnessed Lupins' lips brushing the shell of Sirius' ear, causing the other man to shudder and grin wickedly.
"Oh, I can think of a few things I'd like to do." His arms circled the lithe shoulders of the ex-professor, as his hips swayed lightly to music Harry guessed only the oblivious men could hear.
"Like...?" Never had the younger boy imagined his mentor using such a coy tone. Intellectual, warm-hearted, misfit Remus? The boy encased in the closet shook his head, trying to piece together what was happening without jumping to ridiculous conclusions. He knew they were close, but he couldn't imagine talking to Ron like that. Had they had this same demeanor with his father? That thought made Harry's' stomach lurch unpleasantly.
"You." The word was below a whisper, but it broke the teen from his far off thoughts and sent his mind crashing back to the realism of the scenario about to play out before him.
Without further dialogue from the men, Harry watched as they lept hungrily into each others' embrace, their lips crushing together in a frenzy.
A deeper blush dusted across his features, and the sweltering heat of the cramped wardrobe was almost too much to bare. Panic set in. That was until he turned his gaze back to the two men, both of which were now thrown atop the lush bedclothes, writhing against one another, a destination clear in sight.
Viridian irises widened with shock at how quickly their clothes hit the floor. The natural state of both men brought about a coil of arousal within the pit of the voyeurs stomach. Prison had left Sirius in quite the haggard state, but since being out his skin has regained it's natural gold hue, and his muscled frame, though not as chiseled as it had been in the past, held taut and strong. His obsidian hair fanned the pillow, melded with the honey strands of the man above him. Remus had a very slender build, his skin milky and smooth with the various interruption of nearly transparent, or almost blisteringly purple scars. They decorated his back, the pattern leading Harry's eyes straight down the line of narrow hips to the delicate curve of his former teachers backside.
He could feel himself breathing heavier, his glasses fogging in the process. The bespectacled boy had never given a thought to another man before, but there was something about watching these two men carefully lay chaste kisses upon aging skin that excited him in a way he couldn't explain.
"Remus, I need you.." The wanton tone in Sirius' voice made the boys blood run hot, and he couldn't help but brush his hand down the front of his pants. A faint pant left his dry lips as he saw feeble Remus take complete control. Grasping the inky haired mans hips, and lifting them high, Remus positioned a pillow sternly under the joint of his lovers back.
The werewolf tucked a strange of onyx hair behind Sirius' ear, then unforgiving shoving two of his fingers harshly down against the other mans tongue. Sirius nipped the tips of the fingers, and growled lightly. "No time. Now."
Amber ablaze in the other mans eyes as he positioned himself at the animagi's entrance and thrust in without a moment of hesitation. Filling him to the hilt, he rocked his hips impatiently, awaiting the other mans go ahead.
A frantic pace ensued. The friction from Harry's hand meeting the fabric encasing his member was moving at the same furious measure.
The emerald eyed boy could no longer control the rapidness in which his heart was beating, his palm was shifting and his lungs were fighting. The delicious sensation he was waiting for was fast approaching, as it appeared as well with the momentum building between the men making love.
Sirius' cries were echoing in harsh baritone. Inaudible words resting on the tip of his tongue, as with every thrust from the man above him, he clenched the sheets tighter, and his voice struck a cord lower.
Remus' growling and barking filthy profanity. Harry's colour deepened.
"You fuck like such a slut." The professor hissed as he lifted the other man a smidgen higher, in an attempt to advance deeper into finding that little bundle of nerves that drove the other man crazy. He knew he was close, and time was of the essence. He always made sure Sirius got off first, then he was free to release.
"F-fu-ckkk." Harsh tempo, fast heave, the dark haired man was nearly folded in half. The man in charge bucked his hips a little further every time until-
"Shit, fuck- Rem, you fuck!" Sirius urged his hips forward in an attempt to match the pattern of his mate. A sadistic smile crept upon the dangerous mans' face as he thrust in, impaled the knot and held his stance. The noises that left the other man weren't words, only shrieks of wonder.
It wasn't long before white strands of seed spilled across the animagis' level stomach. His hips twitching sporadically as Remus took one more plunge, only to release himself into the man below him with what was nearly a howl to announce it.
Harry was temporarily blinded with a wash of white as the euphoria erupted through him. He swayed incautiously, slamming his forehead against the swinging door of the small room that he resided in, only to spill out onto the floor.
A large crash brought the others out of their love stupor, and attentive to the intruder. A teenage boy with brilliant green eyes, and humiliatingly semen soaked pants.