Authors Note: Hmm... dunno I actually kinda liked this chapter (though a majority of it was written while half asleep). I've kinda been throwing myself into my writing lately because my family is basically becoming a war zone. Long story involving dying great grandparents and greedy relatives who only showed up after said great-grandparents where given x amount of time to live. So yeah my coping skill is writing, hopefully it won't get too dark... I apologize. I'll probably go and vent all my anger into an angsty one shot... but yeah... new chapter... gonna stop rambling about my own life...
Disclaimer: Seriously I do not own them... I just play with them (ohhh kinky)
Remus stood in the doorway to his and Sirius's room, his arms folded over his chest. He knew Sirius was purposely avoiding talking to Harry and Remus couldn't see why. Harry would be all right with it, if he even cared at all, in his opinion. But Sirius seemed to be afraid of losing another person he held dear. Remus walked forward, closing the door to activate the silencing spell around their room. He was going to bring it up and he'd rather Harry not hear them rowing. But this needed to be talked about; there was no avoiding it. Two days had passed and Sirius was being standoffish and wouldn't even let him play with his hair in the morning when Harry was around.
"You haven't told him yet?" Remus said, though it was more of a statement than a question.
Sirius let out a sigh before shaking his head. "No, not yet," he answered, hoping Remus would just drop it. He knew better though.
Sirius wanted to tell Harry. He also knew that Harry hated things being kept from him and the longer it took Sirius telling him, the madder Harry would be. He didn't want to make Harry mad; that was part of the reason he was so nervous about telling him in the first place. Sirius really couldn't stand getting the looks from Harry that he had gotten from a fair few other people when they had found out. Harry was like his last link to being normal. Sure, he had Remus, but being in love with a werewolf didn't exactly scream normal at the top of its lungs. Sure, Harry wasn't exactly normal, but he was closer than Remus a majority of the time.
"When?" Remus asked, sitting on the foot of the bed, looking to Sirius with a set gaze.
"I… don't know," Sirius sighed, looking down at his lap--he hated being under that gaze.
"Sirius, he's not going to hate you," Remus said, placing a hand on his lover's leg, trying to convince him.
"How do you know that, hmm? Unless you've taken up Occlumency while I was gone, you don't know," Sirius snapped at Remus, yanking his leg away.
"You're right; I don't know for sure, but Harry's a good kid… he's understanding and he's been through enough that nothing would seem to phase him," Remus said trying to explain his reasoning to Sirius.
"How do you know that this is the only thing from the Dursleys that rubbed off on Harry?" Sirius asked, pulling his arm up to his chest. He could almost smell homophobe on Petunia and Vernon Dursley.
"Sirius, Harry is a lot like you. Don't you see that?" Remus asked, finally understanding the root of Sirius's fear.
"What do you mean?" Sirius asked, looking a little more than confused.
"You push him one way, he goes the other. Sirius, the Dursleys tried jamming so much shit down Harry's throat and none of it--that we know of--has rubbed off. Chances are, that if they told Harry that being gay was bad, Harry now doesn't even give a shit about anyone's sexuality," Remus said. He had noticed that Harry did in fact have the "push one way, go the other" gene.
"You think so?" Sirius asked, realizing Remus was right. Otherwise, Harry wouldn't have tried to find and kill him in his third year or go through with the Triwizard Tournament in his fourth year.
"Yeah, I think so," Remus answered, crawling up towards Sirius.
"Alright," Sirius said in a defeated tone.
"Alright?" Remus questioned, wondering what this meant.
"Yeah, I'll talk to him tomorrow," Sirius nodded before slumping down in the bed against Remus.
Meanwhile across the hall, the unknowing subject of Remus and Sirius's discussion sat at the desk in the corner of his room. trying to do his homework. He was almost done, except for the damn potions essay, which he could not comprehend. Of course, a lot of it could be the fact that every time he tried to do it, his mind drifted off elsewhere: Quidditch, the rest of summer, Voldemort, you name it, chances are, it crossed Harry's mind as he tried to do the potions essay. Right now though, Harry was going back to what Sirius had said about he and Remus being across the hall. He never actually stayed up late enough to figure out if Sirius had meant in the same room together, as in with each other.
Shaking his head as he realized he had written the same line over twice, Harry put down his quill. He was going to get a glass of water and try to clear his mind. As he passed the room directly across from his, Harry paused trying to hear anything, snores… talking, anything. But nothing. He was a bit confused until he remembered the silencing charm Mrs. Weasley had put around the kitchen in Grimmauld Place. He figured that had to be it, but he also wondered if there was an Imperturbable charm on the door. So he knew eavesdropping was wrong, he just wanted to know what was going on.
Forgetting about his glass of water, Harry went back into his room before grabbing a rolled up piece of parchment. Then, he walked out. He threw it against the door, knowing it wouldn't make much noise if it hit, and sure enough it did. Grabbing the paper Harry ran back into his room silently thanking Fred and George for the invention of the Extendable Ears. He slid one just underneath the door before putting it in his ear.
"What do you think?" He heard Remus's voice ask.
Sirius smirked and looked to Remus. "You know what I think," he answered, running his hand along Remus's chest.
"You're insatiable." Remus laughed looking to Sirius. Indeed, he did know exactly what Sirius was thinking.
After just agreeing Sirius would talk to Harry, things were a little less tense. Sirius was surely being more flirtatious. Remus hadn't even realized it, but even in the private of their bedroom Sirius had been faraway and very careful about flirting with him. Remus enjoyed the relaxed Sirius a lot better.
"Maybe, but you wouldn't have me any other way," Sirius teased.
"Oh, I can think of plenty of ways to have you." Remus smirked back, falling into the rhythm they were so used to.
"I think not," Sirius said before moving so he was on top of Remus. "It's my turn," he said with a smirk.
"Oh really?" Remus asked, running his hand along Sirius's bare chest.
"Really," came Sirius's muffled answer, muffled because his lips were now pressing against Remus's chest.
Ever since Sirius had been given a steady address to stay in, he and Remus seemed to have been attempting to make up for twelve years devoid of touches and love. Of course, it was only getting more frenzied seeing as Sirius was able to spend time outside and they had been exploring the more lovely aspects of the earth.
Sirius smirked down at Remus before leaning down, kissing and kissing his lips deeply. His hands roamed to undo the top Remus wore to bed for some reason that Sirius didn't understand. Once he had opened the shirt, he left it on Remus's arms before moving down in favor of getting Remus's pajama bottoms off. He growled, frustrated as a drawstring came into view; this earned him a chuckle by Remus.
"If you really want it, you have to work for it," Remus said with a lazy smile before lying back.
Sirius was tempted to hit Remus, but felt sex was more important at the moment. Growling as he looked at the offending drawstring, Sirius went to work trying to open it. It took him several tries before he ended up leaning down and ripping the string in half.
"Sirius!" Remus gasped, not having expected him to destroy his clothing.
"Yes?" Sirius responded, giving Remus a rather coy smile, before pulling down and off his lover's pants.
"Nothing…" Remus said, figuring he could always get new pants.
Sirius nodded as if to say "that's what I thought" before climbing back up to Remus, kissing the tip of his nose. He then began to shed his own clothing, pausing to kiss various parts of Remus's face after removing items of clothing. He then started back down so he could sit between Remus's legs. As he slid down Remus's body, he nipped playfully leaving several marks down his torso.
Sirius looked up at Remus before continuing to nip at Remus's flesh. Except this time the love bites where appearing on Remus's thigh, making him squirm all the more. Sirius pushed Remus's legs further apart before gently lapping his tongue at the underside of Remus's cock. Remus moans and let out a sting of semi incoherent words, which only made Sirius repeat the motion.
Remus felt he was going to die slowly, but die nonetheless, after five minutes of Sirius lazily lapping at his cock. Each time he felt the truly skillful tongue run across it, he lost all state of coherency for a good few seconds and Sirius seemed to know just how long to wait to bring him back to the land of the living before repeating it yet another time.
"Sirius," Remus groaned in frustration. From his heavily lidded eyes, he barely managed to see Sirius give him a cocky grin. Remus wasn't sure if he should be delighted or upset when Sirius slid back up him. But when he saw Sirius lick his fingers his body gave a shudder in anticipation.
Unlike his lover, Sirius never took his time on anything unless his sole intent was to drive Remus mad. So again, unlike his lover, he wasted no time in preparation of Remus. After all, Remus was so willing for it, Sirius was certain he could have gotten away with none at all. Just before Sirius thrust into Remus, the other man's legs came up over his shoulders and hooked behind his neck. Sirius enjoyed seeing Remus at the only time the other man was uncontrolled. Again, unlike his lover, rhythm and gentleness did not apply even in the slightest. Sirius already had reached a frenzied, uneven pace before Remus took matters into his own hands, literally, and began to fist himself at an even pace. Sirius nearly growled at Remus and his damn control but instead he angled just a bit.
Remus moaned loudly as he came, Sirius still frantically pounding into him. Remus could feel Sirius near his own peak. Sirius moaned noisily before coming with one almost painful slam into him. Remus couldn't help but smile at the lack of control coming from Sirius. It had gotten worse since Azkaban but Remus never really minded, he just happened to notice this.
He heard the cleaning spell being muttered, the lips were not close to his ears. He opened his eyes a crack to see Sirius staring in the direction of the door. He too glanced at the door. He sat up upon seeing what had bothered Sirius.
"You didn't shut the door all the way," Sirius said, pointing towards the door that was still open just a crack.
"I could have sworn I did," Remus said, getting up and shutting the door quickly.
Sirius was either too tired to think of Harry hearing the noises they had just made, or didn't care. Remus, on the other hand, did. He found a pair of pajama pants before padding slowly to Harry's room. He knocked on it softly before opening the door. He gave a sigh of relief when he saw the boy fast asleep. He silently backed out of the room before back into his own. He paused at the door, seeing Sirius had fallen asleep. This man's body was in a mirrored position to the one Harry had been in across the hall. A soft smile fell on Remus's lips as he noticed this.
Across the hall, Harry let out a long breath he had been almost holding. He had learned to fake sleep long ago, steady his breathing and look completely relaxed. But honestly, his pulse was racing. How could it not after what he had just witnessed? He had gotten fed up about three seconds in at not being able to see so he had cracked the door just a bit. The bed in the room was perfectly visible, as were its occupants and their goings-on just from that tiny crack he had made. He had seen the whole thing. He honestly didn't care that Sirius and Remus were together. But what made things go from semi-amusing to bad was the fact that his body became interested in the scene as well. He had wanted to leave and give them their privacy, but he hadn't been able to convince his body to move. And now, he was only too aware of the fact he was hard.
Harry rolled onto his side, hoping he could go to sleep. He shouldn't have been interested in watching that. First of all, it was his godfather and a former professor of his. Second, Harry was into girls. He enjoyed their soft bodies as opposed to the harder, more rigid one of the male species. He had been interested in Cho Chang. She had made him grow hard once during a dinner with the looks she kept sending him. So, he was interested in girls. Then why the hell did that display leave him hard? Harry realized that there was no way he was going to get to sleep like this.
Finally giving in to his predicament, Harry slid his hand down into his pants. He slowly began to stroke himself, all the meanwhile trying to pick something to imagine, but all his thoughts kept going back to what he had witnessed moments before. Finally, he gave up fighting it and relived the memory in his mind. He bit his lip to suppress a loud moan, not having the luxury of a silencing spell around his room. As he replayed the memory, he bit his lip hard enough to cause it to bleed as he came, in time with the memory Sirius.
Harry sighed, relaxing back into his bed, his mind no longer cluttered with much of anything allowing him to get to sleep almost instantly.
A Thanks to:
California smells funny: Thank you! Aww well I'm almost done the first chapter to my soley puppies fic so you'll have that to cope with if this one gets scary! He is a bit naive isn't he... poor poor uncultured Harry.
Black's Crystal: Well I think he got the hint... okay so it was basically like spelling it out for him... in this one. -giggles-
Semus Bupin: Yay! I have such an ego problem when I get reviews.
Alice Hunt: Here's more... gotta love the smut...
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