Title: Dream Lover
Series: Magic of the Heart (1/?)
Author: Althea
Feedback: althea@alexandria.cc
Rating: R
Pairing: Harry/Sirius (dream slash)
Disclaimer: Not mine. Please don't sue.
Summary: Canis Major Drabble Challenge word "wanton"
Warning: AR. This is NOT a deathfic. Contains Suicide ATTEMPT. Mention of self-mutilation. Angst.
Author's Note: Will be continuing this. Won't be all drabbles.
Archive: Canis Major and my site, althea.dreamscrying.net once I get it posted there.
Word Count: 494
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Harry was unconscious when they took him to the Mediwitch. He was having a lovely dream about soft lips and strong hands. His delirious mind took no notice of the real world. He didn't hear the gasps of surprise or the looks fear as he appeared. He only heard soft sighs, moans of pleasure, and looks of passion. He would not find out what had happened for some time. He slept on as the Mediwitch healed his cuts and treated his blood loss. He never felt the sting as his flesh was mended and scars were removed.
He saw his love, Sirius. He knew he must have finally died since that is the only way he could be here with Sirius. Sirius kissed him gently and pulled back to look in his eyes. Harry wished he knew what Sirius was searching for, wished he would kiss him again. Instead, Sirius spoke.
"Harry, I never knew you felt this way too. I love you. You shouldn't have done this though."
Harry buried his head in the older man's neck. "I had to Siri. It was my fault. I couldn't live without you. Do you really love me too?"
Deciding actions would speak louder then words, Sirius dove in with lips and hands. Showing the beautiful creature before him how he felt. He brushed his tongue against Harry's mouth, begging for entrance to that warm cavern. It was granted almost instantly, and he moaned into the kiss as tongues met and stroked eagerly. Bodies leaned into one another seeking friction. Hands roamed under clothing. Finally, they both broke for air.
"Do you want this, Harry?" Sirius asked not knowing if he could stop but knowing he must if Harry asked.
Harry moaned, "Yes! I want this more than anything."
That was all Sirius needed to hear before he deftly stripped them both of there clothes and wasting no more time wrapped his hand around Harry's erection. As he stroked Harry, the younger man arched into the touch, wanton and wet. He whimpered as his lover prepared his entrance with tender care. He started begging with abandon.
Sirius slowly entered the smaller man and stroked Harry's cock to distract him from the discomfort. Once he was inside that velvet passage fully, he paused to allow Harry to adjust. When Harry rocked back, Sirius began to thrust. At first he was slow, but soon the pace picked up, brushing Harry's prostate on every other thrust. Harry was keening as he rapidly neared release. He screamed Sirius' name as he found it in the arms of his lover.
Those present were even more surprised when they heard him call out the name in the quiet ward. They wondered why the boy was calling out that name in what almost sounded like passion. The Mediwitch gave him some dreamless sleep potion and shooed everyone out. Stating that the boy needed rest and that they could come back once he awoke.
TBC
Series: Magic of the Heart (1/?)
Author: Althea
Feedback: althea@alexandria.cc
Rating: R
Pairing: Harry/Sirius (dream slash)
Disclaimer: Not mine. Please don't sue.
Summary: Canis Major Drabble Challenge word "wanton"
Warning: AR. This is NOT a deathfic. Contains Suicide ATTEMPT. Mention of self-mutilation. Angst.
Author's Note: Will be continuing this. Won't be all drabbles.
Archive: Canis Major and my site, althea.dreamscrying.net once I get it posted there.
Word Count: 494
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry was unconscious when they took him to the Mediwitch. He was having a lovely dream about soft lips and strong hands. His delirious mind took no notice of the real world. He didn't hear the gasps of surprise or the looks fear as he appeared. He only heard soft sighs, moans of pleasure, and looks of passion. He would not find out what had happened for some time. He slept on as the Mediwitch healed his cuts and treated his blood loss. He never felt the sting as his flesh was mended and scars were removed.
He saw his love, Sirius. He knew he must have finally died since that is the only way he could be here with Sirius. Sirius kissed him gently and pulled back to look in his eyes. Harry wished he knew what Sirius was searching for, wished he would kiss him again. Instead, Sirius spoke.
"Harry, I never knew you felt this way too. I love you. You shouldn't have done this though."
Harry buried his head in the older man's neck. "I had to Siri. It was my fault. I couldn't live without you. Do you really love me too?"
Deciding actions would speak louder then words, Sirius dove in with lips and hands. Showing the beautiful creature before him how he felt. He brushed his tongue against Harry's mouth, begging for entrance to that warm cavern. It was granted almost instantly, and he moaned into the kiss as tongues met and stroked eagerly. Bodies leaned into one another seeking friction. Hands roamed under clothing. Finally, they both broke for air.
"Do you want this, Harry?" Sirius asked not knowing if he could stop but knowing he must if Harry asked.
Harry moaned, "Yes! I want this more than anything."
That was all Sirius needed to hear before he deftly stripped them both of there clothes and wasting no more time wrapped his hand around Harry's erection. As he stroked Harry, the younger man arched into the touch, wanton and wet. He whimpered as his lover prepared his entrance with tender care. He started begging with abandon.
Sirius slowly entered the smaller man and stroked Harry's cock to distract him from the discomfort. Once he was inside that velvet passage fully, he paused to allow Harry to adjust. When Harry rocked back, Sirius began to thrust. At first he was slow, but soon the pace picked up, brushing Harry's prostate on every other thrust. Harry was keening as he rapidly neared release. He screamed Sirius' name as he found it in the arms of his lover.
Those present were even more surprised when they heard him call out the name in the quiet ward. They wondered why the boy was calling out that name in what almost sounded like passion. The Mediwitch gave him some dreamless sleep potion and shooed everyone out. Stating that the boy needed rest and that they could come back once he awoke.
TBC