It has been forever since I last posted here. I suck, and I'm sorry. But at least I finally finished this fic.

Many thanks for all the reviews. I really appreciated them.

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"Are you sure I can't tempt you into showering with me?" Harry teased as they reached their bedroom doors without incident.

Sirius pulled a face, "Here I am trying to behave, and now here you are trying to corrupt me at every turn, I had no idea that you were such a practiced and utterly ruthless seducer."

Harry grinned as suavely as he could, reluctantly relinquished his hold on Sirius, and backed slowly towards his bedroom door. "I'm incorrigible I'm afraid, an utterly hopeless case. At least, I am when it comes to you."

"Just me, I hope." Sirius growled as he stalked after Harry and leaned in for another deep kiss.

"Just you." Harry confirmed breathlessly as let himself collapse limply back against the door. Sirius shot him a sinfully attractive grin before he disappeared into his bedroom with a wink, closing the door behind him.

Harry was just about to reel into his own bedroom with a silly smirk on his face when he spotted Hermione hurrying down the hallway towards him with a determined look on her face.

The temptation to pretend he hadn't seen her and to slam the door in her face was great, but he managed to restrain himself and turned his goofy grin on her.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" She breathed, without preamble.

Harry blinked dramatically, "Why yes actually, I'm standing in the doorway of my bedroom, having a decidedly odd moment with one of my best friends."

Hermione chose to ignore his sarcasm. "Don't you think things are going a little fast? It was only a few hours ago that you didn't even know Sirius was interested in you in that way, and now…"

Harry raised an amused eyebrow as she trailed off uncertainly, "And now what?"

"Well I don't think you two were taking items of clothing off in the lounge just for fun."

Harry leered. "But my dear Hermione. If you don't know how fun that can be I really must have words with Ron."

"Oh, you know what I mean!" Hermione exploded in frustration.

"I know."

"So?" She pushed.

Harry sighed heavily and turned away from her, "Please don't be my voice of reason just now Hermione."

The intense look on Hermione's face softened slightly, "I want you to be happy. I really hope Sirius will give you that happiness, but it all just seems to have happened very fast and I would hate for you to get hurt. I just think you might be better off thinking things through a bit before you two completely change your relationship forever."

"A bit late for that Hermione, we kissed, that changed things. Anyway, this is Sirius remember? He really cares about me."

"That doesn't mean he won't hurt you."

Harry spun back to face her and glared, "Sirius would never hurt me."

"Not intentionally of course," Hermione rushed to clarify before Harry bit her head off, "but he might anyway, people do make mistakes even with people they love and really rushing into this new relationship before you have even laid any ground rules or talked things through might make things worse. Do you see my point?"

Harry was silent.

"I'm not trying to say don't love Sirius, or don't be with him, because I do think that you two would be right together. I'm just saying you are both hot-tempered passionate people who often feel rather than think, and sometimes you both tend to make rash decisions. Chances are, yes, it will all work out nicely and you'll both get what you want, but it wouldn't hurt to discuss what you actually do want from each other would it?

Harry frowned, "But we know what we want from each other. I love him and want him, and he feels the same."

"Does he really? Are you in love or just in lust? Do you want to get married someday? Does he? Do you want to live together when we finish school? What plans do you both have for the future? Might you want children in the future? This is the sort of thing you should try to establish before you get really serious."

Harry shook his head, "I don't know all the answers to that just yet, but what couple does start off knowing that stuff?"

Hermione shook her head, "You don't need all the answers on day one, but these are things you shouldn't be afraid to consider and ask about, preferably before you do anything that will really irrevocably change things between you in a way that a few kisses couldn't. Because if what you really want is exclusivity, togetherness and a happily-ever-after someday, you should make sure that it is something Sirius could conceivably want as well before you hand yourself over to him body, mind and soul."

Harry smiled blissfully. "I've got the answer to that one. It's a good answer."

Hermione stared at him uncertainly, "Well that is good anyway," she said slowly, "but please at least try to gain a vague understanding of whether what Sirius wants meshes with what you want and don't just pounce on him the minute you see him again."

Harry finally ran out of patience with his well-meaning friend. He smiled at her affectionately, "Look, with everything terrible going on in the world at the moment I just want to be able to seize every moment I can to be happy, that isn't wrong is it?"

"No, but it doesn't mean you two should be instantly ripping your clothes off and doing… doing um… whatever it is you would do when you're both men."

Harry groaned and staggered away to let his head rest against his bathroom door with a loud thud. "Much the same as what you'd do even if you were straight, and Hermione, before you detonate your brain attempting to work out which bit goes where, I'm not necessarily thinking about going all the way with Sirius right at this precise moment, or even in the very immediate future, maybe just something rather more than kissing."

Hermione was silent, but her flushed cheeks spoke volumes.

"I mean; you must know what I mean, because you and Ron must have…"

"Done nothing of the sort." Hermione interrupted quickly.

"Uh huh, well I don't want to know even if you have. That is between you and Ron, like this is between Sirius and me, so thanks for the concern, but even if I want to go across the hall right now to be buggered senseless by him, I think that would still be my choice."

Hermione's mouth formed a perfect 'o' and then she nodded slowly, her eyes impossibly wide, "Okay."

"Good." Harry said cheerfully, "Then you won't mind going to find Ron to do something that isn't more than kissing, while I shower and then go and find my lovable stray, who is badly in need of some down-and-dirty loving."

Hermione couldn't contain a rueful smile as Harry steered her gently but firmly towards the door, "You are absolutely awful. I think Sirius is rubbing off on you."

Harry grinned as lewdly as he was able, "Not yet, but maybe later."

"Harry!"

xx

Sirius was shampooing yet more glitter from his hair, while singing lustily at the top of his lungs and wriggling his hips in time to his tune when a blast of cooler air swept into the bathroom and made him shiver slightly. He couldn't restrain a smile though as he stopped mid note, "Oi! Shut the door you horny little devil. If you're planning to join me then just do it, don't lurk in the doorway."

There was a brief silence before Remus sniggered, "As flattered as I am to be deemed a horny little devil and to be invited to shower with you while you so charmingly butcher ABBA songs, I daresay Harry would have a few things to say about it. Not least of all your dreadful caterwauled version of Dancing Queen."

Sirius groaned and began hastily rinsing his hair, "I thought you were Harry you bloody berk. What I want to know is why you're trying to ambush me in the shower?"

"I am not ambushing you, I knocked and you didn't answer, and anyway, why on earth would Harry be joining you in the shower?"

"Because he is a horny seventeen year old, and I am his lucky boyfriend, hopefully the potential recipient of his horny teenaged behaviour."

Remus wrinkled his nose and backed out of the bathroom until he was only holding the door open the merest crack, "I don't think I want to know about anything you and Harry might get up to, although I was unfortunate enough to get treated to a visual earlier."

"Stop making a draft and just bug off!"

"I want to talk to you about Harry though."

Sirius heaved out a long suffering sigh and leaned our from behind the shower curtain to snag a towel, "I will be out in a moment, and then I'll give you five minutes in which to aggravate me, okay?"

"Fine." The door mercifully snapped shut and Sirius quickly towelled off, whistling tunelessly to himself.

Remus was perched on the edge of Sirius' bed staring blankly at his hands when Sirius re-emerged from the bathroom clad in just a loosely draped crimson towel around his lean hips.

Sirius bounded closer with a big grin on his face and abruptly waggled his fingers in right front of Remus' abstracted gaze. "Yoo hoo Moony, anyone at home? Your five minutes in which to pour cold water over my happiness, hopes and dreams begin now."

Remus blinked and glared at his friend. "Very amusing. I'm not trying to upset you, I'm just trying to ensure you aren't about to go off half-cocked or do anything mind-numbingly stupid with Harry."

Sirius grinned saucily and leaned back against the wall, "Well, I suppose I wouldn't be much use to Harry if I go off only half-cocked would I?"

Remus mentally cursed himself for giving Sirius such an ideal entry into flippancy, and tried another more serious tack. "Look, just listen up for a moment you big oaf. I like you both, and I'm concerned that you'll end up hurting each other. I'm simply saying, consider the implications of what you two are getting into before you do anything drastic to your relationship. Alright?"

Sirius nodded, "Concern duly noted my friend."

"But you aren't going to heed it at all are you?" Remus said with a wry smile as he got up to leave.

Sirius hesitated, and then offered Remus a slightly sad smile, "Look, if anyone gets hurt it will most likely be me, and I'm a big boy, I can deal with it. I've certainly dealt with worse."

"And how exactly did you figure that?"

"Harry is young, and I'm probably just his first big romance. I won't hurt him, I swear. In fact, I'll be sure I give him good memories of his first real love affair, even if it is with an old crock from the dark depths of Azkaban."

"And now you are being melodramatic," Remus said, a little relieved that Sirius wasn't as blasé as he seemed, "Did it occur to you that Harry is a very mature young man, and more than ready to enter into an adult relationship? That therefore, he might be as invested in this as you are?"

"Weren't you talking me out of this a moment ago?" Sirius asked in confusion.

Remus threw his arms up in exasperation, "I'm wasting my breath with this aren't I? I'm not saying don't, I'm just saying try to think with your brain as well as with your dick! Alright?"

Sirius smiled lopsidedly at his exasperated friend. "This is where I just shut up and nod isn't it?"

"If you would be so excessively kind, yes." Remus replied wryly, as he got up and headed for the door.

xx

Remus and Hermione collided in the hallway as they exited two separate bedrooms. They exchanged measuring glances and then shrugged their shoulders in identical expressions of resignation at the pig-headed stubbornness of their closest friends, and then strolled companionably down the hall together in search of lunch.

xx

Lunch was something of an ordeal for Sirius when he had finally got himself dressed, shaken off the kindly warnings from his well-meaning friend and dragged himself warily down the stairs.

Remus was watching him beadily, as if waiting for him to make a wrong move.

Ron looked hugely uncomfortable, presumably at the prospect of his best mate foolishly deciding to date an aging escaped convict who was unable to leave the house for fear of apprehension.

Tonks was inclined to smirk and wink indiscreetly from time to time.

Molly, Ginny, Bill, Fleur and Neville looked vaguely puzzled by the atmosphere in the kitchen, but Ginny was a sharp girl Sirius knew. He didn't doubt that she'd tumble to the reality of the situation quite rapidly; though he could only hope she would have the kindness not to immediately share the truth with her family.

Hermione was looking very earnestly interested in every word that issued from his mouth, so no doubt she was marking him down points on some sort of mental checklist to test how appropriate he was to date Harry. He found his usual conversational brilliance withering under this hard scrutiny, and then actually went as far as to temporarily lose all ability to string a sensible sentence together. Pointing excitedly at the platter of cold ham and making a strange 'Aarrrrr' sound did not make him look sane or suitable to be loved by Harry. But Harry smiled lovingly and passed him more ham anyway. But he could visualise Hermione mentally jotting notes: 'utterly imbecilic, unable to make suitable use of language'

Sirius made a mental note of his own to keep his mouth firmly shut for a bit.

Then promptly squealed loudly and threw his fork up in the air.

"Was that more potatoes you wanted this time Sirius?" Remus asked with an innocent grin.

Sirius recovered himself and glared. "Salad actually. If you would be so kind as to pass the tomatoes?"

Remus did so with a wicked twinkle in his eye.

Sirius helped himself to the unwanted tomatoes and stole a glance at Harry, who was doubtless by now re-thinking his dating decisions. Sirius huffed. It was quite one thing to wish his godson would touch him like a lover, but quite another to have him wearing an angelic expression as he unexpectedly squeezed his upper thigh during lunch with the Weasley clan and a sadistic werewolf.

Then Harry smiled a little apologetically and squeezed again.

Sirius was proud that he didn't jump, but when the hand travelled higher it took all his concentration not to squeak pathetically. Harry was going to be the death of him.

After lunch was finished, and Ginny and Neville had begun clearing away Harry excused himself to go to his room with a meaningful look at Sirius.

Sirius ignored the knowing looks on the faces of Remus and Hermione and picked up his cue with almost indecent haste. He babbled out an excuse about he and Harry having a lot of catching up to do and dashed out of the kitchen dragging Harry in his wake.

Harry laughed all the way upstairs.

He stopped laughing when they arrived outside his bedroom door and he found himself crushed against the wall by Sirius. Between gasps they kissed, hands clutching at each other. Trying to get closer than could ever be possible, and grinding every inch of their flesh into each other.

"Bloody tease." Sirius mumbled once as he caught his breath. "Grabbing me like that over lunch."

"Who said I was just teasing?" Harry responded before nipping at Sirius' lower lip.

"The fact that there were many, many witnesses to prevent anything from happening said it for you." Sirius grumbled as he tried to get his lip to look sufficiently pouty for Harry to nip again.

Harry obliged, and simultaneously ran greedy hands over Sirius' back and arse, "Only prevented anything from happening just then … so try to think of it as a taster for later."

Sirius smiled and pressed another kiss to Harry's mouth, "I think I like the sound of that."

"Good."

Then Sirius remembered Moony's lecture and back-peddled, "But I only want that if you want that of course, and I don't expect anything, and maybe we should slow down."

Harry pulled back as much as he could manage while being crushed against a wall by an enthusiastic Sirius and fixed his love with a considering look. "Did Hermione try to tell you I wasn't ready for this sort of thing?"

Sirius looked surprised.

"Remus then?"

"Umm."

Harry growled slightly, "We do what we like Sirius. Okay? If we want to kiss chastely and hold hands we do. If we want to make mad passionate love all night then we do. If we want anything in between then we do it. It is you and me in this relationship remember?"

"So to hell with interfering well-meaning friends?"

"Something like that," Harry agreed as he reached for Sirius again.

Their lips had just met when suddenly there was a small, sharp gasp from nearby.

Harry froze and then reluctantly disengaged from Sirius and turned his head to look at his audience.

Neville stood with his jaw hanging open and a look of supreme shock gracing his features.

Ginny was staring in a manner that looked almost… lustful?

"Argh! Not my day!" Sirius exclaimed in dismay as he realised he was completely caught. Again.

Harry grinned and tried not to let his embarrassment show, "What? You're snogging me and trying to imply it isn't a good day!"

Sirius mustered a smile at the poor joke and opened Harry's bedroom door, "So, um, we really need to stop doing this in public areas of the house don't you think Harry?"

Harry grinned evilly, "Yeah, sorry guys. Just got a little carried away for a public place. We're going into my bedroom now."

He pushed past Sirius and entered his room.

"Don't tell your mum?" Sirius begged a grinning Ginny before Harry deliberately gave him a lustful look, dramatically hauled him inside by his shirtfront and firmly closed the door.

"She won't." Harry said confidently as he tugged at Sirius' shirt buttons.

Sirius had vivid ideas about what Molly might do to him if he was discovered in a compromising situation with Harry, and was somewhat less comfortable about entrusting his safety to Neville and Ginny. So he pulled away for long enough to cast multiple locking spells on the door, and then turned back to an amused Harry who was now sitting on the edge of his bed and peeling off his socks.

"Um, Harry?"

Sirius wasn't sure if he was relieved or disappointed when Harry stretched out on his bed still wearing his jeans and grinned at Sirius. "You aren't going to come here and kiss me?"

Sirius promptly forgot to think any more and hastily obliged.

Harry and Sirius spent the next hour very pleasurably.

Kissing and touching and talking, in a way both had longed to for so many months.

They were wrapped so tightly in each other's arms, and Harry was starting to feel that maybe making love to Sirius didn't need to be something he waited to enjoy. So he deliberately began to push an unspoken boundary between them by tugging down the zipper on Sirius jeans. Sirius froze for a moment, and then continued to kiss him as before, before his own hands wandered down between their bodies and he began unbuckling Harry's belt.

They were both trying to wriggle their way out of the last of their restrictive clothing when someone hammered very loudly and very urgently upon Harry's door.

They both responded by cursing loudly, falling off the bed, and tripping over the tangled denim around their knees as they tried to stand up.

Sirius hastily undid his locking charms, smoothed his hair, righted his clothing and swung open the door.

Bill stood in the doorway. "Need to talk to you in the kitchen Sirius. Now." He ordered before turning away and hastening down the stairs.

Harry sighed heavily as he too made himself presentable again. "Just had to be something didn't there?" He groused.

"They never consult me." Sirius grumbled as he dragged himself away from Harry. "Why are they asking me stuff now?"

"Maybe it won't take too long." Harry said hopefully. "Come back up when you're done, yeah?"

Sirius nodded and stole a quick kiss before sprinting for the stairs.

Harry spent the next hour of the afternoon lying on his bed staring at the singularly uninteresting ceiling.

Apparently when the order did need Sirius, then they really needed Sirius.

He then abstractedly flipped through some of his schoolbooks, but that only served to remind him of the physical age gap between himself and Sirius and the way most people would react to it.

In disgust he turned to his mirror and began examining himself. He wasn't entirely sure what Sirius saw in his too-lean body and permanently mussed hair, but he wasn't going to argue about finding himself on the receiving end of Sirius' affections.

Then he paced about and glared at the walls.

He could join his friends and play chess or do homework he supposed, but he didn't even want to expose himself to his friend's reactions to his new relationship with Sirius. No matter how understanding and supportive his friends were, they were going to treat him differently and look at him differently.

He'd already decided that he wanted to be every inch Sirius' lover before he spent any more quality time with his friends.

At least that way nobody would be able to irritatingly suggest caution or taking it slow.

Besides, he wanted to be Sirius' lover.

xx

It was twilight and Harry was half-dozing, half-brooding on his bed when the door finally swung open again.

To his disappointment it was only Hermione framed in the doorway.

She carried a tray of food though, and Ron was hovering uncertainly behind her.

Harry mustered a smile for them both and zeroed in on the food tray.

He had missed dinner he realised, but as there was apparently still a meeting going on in the kitchen, then he supposed that everyone had technically missed dinner.

"Thought you might be hungry too mate." Ron told him as Hermione put the tray down.

Harry grinned at his friends, they were apparently not here to lecture after all. "Yeah, I could eat." He told them happily as he lunged for the largest sandwich in the heap.

It was like old times for the three of them, as they munched their way through the picnic-like tray of food. Harry's changing relationship with Sirius wasn't mentioned once, and the awkward moments were few and far between - much to his relief.

It was a few minutes before midnight that Hermione finally decided that it really was time for bed.

Sirius had still not returned, much to Harry's disappointment.

"Night mate," Ron mumbled as he stumbled out of Harry's room still clutching a pork pie and bottle of butterbeer.

"Yeah. Night Ron."

Hermione leaned in close and with a nervous giggle whispered, "Go for it."

"Huh?"

"You and Sirius. I was wrong Harry. If you really won't regret it in the morning, then do it."

"Are you drunk Hermione?"

Hermione glared and then shook back her hair and attempted to look coolly dignified. Harry was only reminded of Hedwig smoothing ruffled feathers and had to stifle a smirk.

"Of course not! I was just thinking, that you really do know Sirius well, and you are sure of things, so then maybe you really shouldn't hesitate."

"Because Voldie could kill me next week?" Harry finished gloomily.

Hermione looked infuriated. "Of course not!" She screeched, causing Ron to look around and wander back towards the conversation.

"Because maybe you shouldn't ignore love." Hermione whispered crossly as Ron lumbered up to them.

"I thought we were going to bed." Ron mumbled as he stuffed the last bite of pie into his mouth.

"We are." Hermione told him.

"Together." Harry said, unable to resist.

"Yes." Hermione said firmly.

Ron choked on pie and then just looked scared.

Harry laughed evilly and simply shut his door on them.

Then he made his decision.

In the time it took for Ron and Hermione to sort out their sleeping arrangements and disappear, Harry had grabbed clothes and a toothbrush, and was sneaking across the hall to Sirius' room.

A few minutes later, and his toothbrush was leaning companionably against Sirius' and he was comfortably curled up in soft sheets that smelled like his would-be lover.

xx

The meeting was boring.

The order was merely interested in Sirius' opinions on the transfiguration of important magical objects that had been taken during the gathering of some sort of intelligence. Sirius really couldn't see the significance.

Sirius also wanted to scream, because really, even though Remus had never been quite as proficient at transfiguration as he had been, he could still have handled the questions being put to Sirius all afternoon, when he could have been very comfortably snuggled up with Harry.

It was almost one in the morning too, Sirius noted with disgust.

Harry wouldn't still be awake, and even if he was, the chances were that he wouldn't be in the mood for being woken up by a horn dog.

Sirius resignedly slouched through his own bedroom door and stopped in wonder at seeing Harry there so unexpectedly in his bed, innocently dozing, his mouth partly open, one arm carelessly draped above his head, his bared legs splayed. He had apparently removed all his clothing and was loosely draped with just a corner of the sheet.

He felt a flash of excitement rush through him almost instantly, raising the pace of his heartbeat. He didn't realize that his breathing had momentarily stopped.

His eyes were riveted to Harry's body, his beauty. He knew he should look away, gain some control, and maybe even leave the room. But he couldn't. He had never seen such a beautiful expanse of glossy pale golden skin. It would all be ever so soft to the touch, he knew. Harry looked so vulnerable and sweet lying there; yet at the same time so sensually delectable, and an irresistible temptation either way.

Sirius softly crossed the room and sat gingerly on the bed beside Harry and found himself gazing stupidly at his lips, which were slightly parted. Harry's mouth was small, but sensuous, and soft he knew. His breaths were quiet and even, barely audible even in the hush of the room. His black hair was mussed on the pillow in a tumble of spikes and awkward tufts.

Sirius stretched out a tentative hand and then paused an inch short of stroking his fingers over Harry's jaw.

His fingers hovered, and he hesitated. To judge by Harry's lack of clothing, he wasn't anticipating an innocent night.

But did that mean he should give Harry what he wanted?

Just then Harry's long lashes fluttered against his flushed cheeks and he opened his eyes, blinking at him. A gasp escaped him, a quick intake of breath before he instinctively drew back in startled reflex, eyes large in his face, full of shock, or did he, too, feel that sudden spark of passion so intense that it scared him? Sirius let his hand fall away from Harry's face.

Then Harry smiled. "Hey," he rasped in a sleep heavy voice. "I hope you don't mind, but I really wanted to be with you tonight."

Sirius blinked dazedly. "Uh, do I mind finding a gorgeous naked you in my bed?"

Harry nodded. He now wore a confident smile and his eyebrow was quirked inquiringly.

Sirius hastily stripped off his shirt and kicked off his shoes, "I'm going to brush my teeth and then I'll be right in beside you." He slid in socked feet across the polished wood floor, and then collided noisily with the bath in his haste to make himself ready to get into bed with Harry.

A low laugh followed his clumsy exit.

Sirius peered out of the doorway already brushing his teeth to shake a fist at an amused Harry.

"Now you just look rabid dear." Harry told him as he arranged himself comfortably against the pillows.

Sirius hopped in front of the bathroom mirror, and realised he'd squeezed out too much toothpaste in his excitement and now had white foam frothing down his chin.

Real smooth.

He good-naturedly came to the doorway and shook a fist again before peeling off his socks and hurling both in Harry's general direction. Then he vanished back into the bathroom to wash away the foam.

He then stared into the mirror, suddenly unaccountably nervous. He'd done this before, whatever 'this' would be. Admittedly it was a very long time since he'd last been involved with anyone, but you didn't forget how to ride a broom!

And if he didn't get moving pronto then Harry would probably just nod off again.

Harry was looking anything but sleepy, and the slow smile he shot at Sirius was enough to jellify his knees.

"Are you sure about this?" Sirius questioned as he moved slowly to the bed.

By way of invitation Harry pulled back the corner of the bedcovers, revealing naked hip and thigh in the process.

Sirius promptly sat down on the bared patch of bed and leaned in briefly for a soft kiss. "I guess I'll undress then." He said uncertainly.

"Well you can climb in still wearing jeans if you really must, but I'm more interested in touching the skin underneath, so I'd only tear them off." Harry told him outrageously. "So I'd advise undressing."

Sirius grinned appreciatively and stood up briefly to shimmy out of his jeans before sitting down again and quickly tucking himself in.

Harry was in his arms kissing him before he had time to draw another breath.

"I don't deserve this." Sirius said wonderingly as Harry gently pulled him down on top of him.

"Shh," Harry responded. "Life isn't about what you deserve Sirius. It's about living and making the most of every good moment."

"When did you get so smart?" Sirius asked half seriously.

"When you got so dumb." Harry fired back with an affectionate smile. "Now shut up and kiss me."

Sirius wasn't foolish enough to argue and quickly obeyed the request.

When he lifted his head again Harry's eyes were still closed, his lips trembling, his face flushed.

"So beautiful," Sirius muttered. "Merlin, I want to make love to you so badly."

When Harry's eyes flashed open, wide-eyed and shocked again, he realized he'd spoken out loud. Unsure, he waited, watched.

Harry's eyes blinked closed again, his mouth parted and his breath became quicker, more ragged. Then his words whispered across Sirius' lips as he nuzzled closer again. "Please. I want you Sirius."

Just four words, yet with such a wealth of trust, hope, love and desire in them that it shook Sirius and he kissed him reverently until Harry deepened the kiss, and with a slow, teasing grind of his hips fully returned Sirius' mind to making love to him immediately.

With a muted groan, he covered Harry's mouth with his, urgently, hungrily, his tongue invading Harry's sweet mouth. Hot, wet, sweet. He couldn't get enough of the taste of Harry. He couldn't bear to stop kissing him, and his arms held him captive, his hands roaming over his body, taking possession of every part he could reach. "Mine." He managed to gasp between kisses.

Harry made a happy murmur of pleasure, and his hands crept up Sirius' broad, muscular shoulders, curved lovingly round his neck and twined softly into his hair. "Yours." He agreed as he peppered soft kisses across Sirius' jaw and neck.

For a brief moment their eyes met, silently questioning, and then Sirius was pressing kiss after kiss to Harry's chest, but skimming teasingly past his nipples, making him wait a little longer, rubbing them gently with roughened fingertips, finding out just how hard they can get before swiping his tongue over them. Harry whimpered and twined his fingers into Sirius' thick dark hair, and arched his chest helplessly towards Sirius' lips, his breathing quickening with every touch.

Sirius shifted lower, his tongue travelling on down Harry's chest, pausing to dip his tongue into his navel. Sirius couldn't stifle a smile as Harry bucked involuntarily against him, and pressed himself against him in return, groaning as Harry gently rubbed their bodies together. Then he lifted his body from Harry's and continued to trail his lips lower still, but cheekily bypassing the place Harry wanted his mouth most. Teasingly he ran his tongue up the soft skin of the inside of his thighs, making Harry shamelessly open his legs wide as Sirius lapped the sensitive skin there, swirled his tongue across twitching thigh muscles and gently grazed hot skin with his teeth.

Then Harry was reduced to whimpers for quite a few minutes.

"I need to touch you." He gasped suddenly, "I want us to make love together, not have you make love to me. However damn good it feels."

Sirius was quick to scramble back up Harry's body, and their mouths met urgently and tongues duelled as they thrust shallowly against each other.

"You want me, like this?" Sirius questioned urgently, as he reached to touch Harry in a way that made him only moan and squirm in response.

"Do you?"

A weak nod and a fierce kiss answered him - apparently Harry was too far-gone for words.

For the next hour nothing and no-body else existed for Harry and Sirius. They were too lost in the pleasure of each other.

Eventually Sirius collapsed on top of Harry. His shaking arms refused to hold his weight anymore, but luckily Harry had wrapped his arms tightly around Sirius and seemed to have no intention of letting him go anywhere.

"I can't remember ever feeling this good before." Sirius sighed happily.

"Good. Me either." Harry said sounding extraordinarily contented.

Finally Sirius found the energy to slide off Harry, grinning as Harry made a growling noise at the loss before almost purring as Sirius gathered him into his arms and they lay together in a sweaty, sticky tangle of limbs.

Harry sighed with contentment as he lay with his cheek pressed to Sirius' bare chest, listening to the steady thud of his heartbeat, then buried his face in his neck and cuddled against him with a little murmur of happiness.

"I love you." Sirius said suddenly.

"Love you to-." Harry mumbled sleepily, his declaration cut off by a yawn.

Sirius laughed softly, and settled down to sleep too. It had been an exhausting day.

Within minutes they were fast asleep, safely held in each other's arms.

xx

FIN