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Here's our favourite new friend and here's a steamy birthday.

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CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX:

The One With the Birthday Orgasms

Harry forgot all about his nightmare the next morning. He had been happy to wake up in the bed between Sirius and Remus, the feel of them so close was reassuring to him in ways that he couldn't explain. The three of them ate breakfast together in Remus' brightly lit kitchen and then Sirius and Harry went home. Sirius took a shower and Harry got dressed for the day, brushing his teeth before going downstairs to wait for Remus to come over and teach him for school.

Sirius was glad that Harry didn't remember his dream and he was very thankful as well that Harry hadn't realized what it was that his nightmare was truly about. He didn't want Harry to have those kinds of memories of his parents. Only good memories would suffice in his opinion.

He said goodbye to Harry and Remus and hopped on his bike, driving into London. He stopped in to check on Kreacher and see his progress on the house, letting the elf know to leave all of the objects he found in the room with the family tapestry. Sirius wanted to inspect everything before he threw it out or donated it to anyone.

He had a few other errands to run and then headed back to the house. He wrote a quick letter to Augusta Longbottom inviting her grandson Neville to the house for the next Saturday afternoon. He had a feeling that Neville and Harry would hit it off quite well together and then he headed outside to dig up the disaster of a flower bed that he had attempted to plant at the beginning of the summer.

Until he knew what he was doing with his garden, everything must go.

By the time Harry and Remus were heading into the kitchen for lunch, he was ready for a much needed break himself and he smiled warmly as Harry told him all about his morning and what he had learned that day.

When Saturday came around, he finally got word back from Mrs Longbottom that she and Neville would be arriving just after one, and he told Harry that he had a new friend coming over for the day.

"A new friend?" Harry asked in interest as he threw the frisbee outside for Marauder.

Sirius nodded. "Yes. His name is Neville. His parents, Frank and Alice, your parents, Uncle Remus, and I, all knew them. They were friends of ours. His grandmother is going to bring him by after lunch. You remember his grandmother, we met her the other day at Flourish and Blotts, Mrs Longbottom?"

Harry wrinkled his nose. "The lady with the scary bird on her head?"

Sirius laughed. It was a pretty accurate description he thought. "Yes, her. She says Neville's a bit shy, but you can show him your treehouse and introduce him to Marauder."

Harry nodded, smiling. "Okay."

Three hours later when Augusta Longbottom arrived by Floo, scary bird hat perched on her head, Harry smiled warmly at the little boy with her. He had blondish brown hair and a round face with chubby cheeks. He was a little shorter than Harry and his blue eyes were wide as he looked around the room that he had landed in.

"Sirius," Mrs Longbottom said curtly as she pushed Neville towards Harry. "Neville, this is Harry Potter. You are going to stay here and play with him this afternoon. Mr Black will watch over you." She turned to Sirius. "I'll be by after tea time to pick him up."

Then she was gone and Neville was left standing there, his bottom lip trembling slightly.

Marauder licked his face and the boy smiled, and then laughed when Marauder licked him again.

"Marauder welcomes you to the house," Sirius said with a grin as he knelt down so that he was eye level with the little boy. "You can call me Sirius, Neville. This is Harry, and I see you've already met Marauder."

Neville nodded, scratching the dog's head now. "Hello."

Harry smiled at him. "I have a big treehouse out in the back, want to see?"

Neville shook his head. "I don't really like to be up high."

Harry frowned, but Sirius smiled. "Don't worry, Neville. You can take the stairs and there's a house up there and lots of railings. You'll see. I bet you'll love it."

Neville didn't look convinced.

Sirius took the boy's hand in his and led him out into the back and when they got outside and stood in front of the treehouse fort, his eyes were wide in amazement. "Wow."

Sirius grinned at him, squeezing his hand gently. "Go on and have fun. If you boys need anything you let me know."

Harry immediately made a beeline for the rock wall and started to climb up. Neville looked hesitant and instead moved around to the stairs, meeting Harry up at the top.

"Why don't you like to be up high?" Harry asked him as he climbed over the wall.

Neville shrugged, looking hesitantly over the side. "Aren't you afraid you're going to fall?"

Harry grinned widely. "Nah."

Neville looked completely dumbfounded by this. "You-you're not?"

Harry shook his head. "No. If you're always afraid to fall, how can you have any fun?" As Neville seemed to contemplate this, Harry hurried up the ladder to the pirate ship. "Wait until you see this!"

He let Neville steer the ship, grinning at his face when he realized that the top of the pirate ship actually moved from side to side as the charm Sirius had used on it made it really awesome.

"Uncle Sirius says our parents used to be friends," Harry told Neville, offering him some fruit punch when they went down into the treehouse an hour later.

"You live with that man downstairs?"

Harry nodded. "He's my godfather and he takes care of me. I used to live with Muggles."

"Muggles?" Neville asked in surprise, his eyes wide. "Really?"

"Yeah, but they were mean. Uncle Sirius came and took me away and now I'm not scared anymore."

Neville watched him for a moment. "What were you scared of?"

Harry shrugged as he pulled out his Gobstones kit to play and Neville nodded as he sorted out the stones. "The Muggles, they were really mean, and they told me I was a freak because sometimes I made stuff happen. But I didn't know about magic so I couldn't explain it."

Neville nodded. "Gran is always telling me that she thinks that I'm going to be a Squib and that I'll disappoint the family."

"What's a Squib?" Harry asked, taking a drink of his fruit punch.

"Someone who is born to two magical parents but can't do any magic at all," Neville told him, shooting a Gobstone across the floor.

Harry glanced at him quizzically. "Do you think that you're a Squib?"

Neville shrugged. "I don't know. I don't feel like a Squib, but Gran can be scary sometimes so, maybe she's right."

Harry smiled at him. "I'm sure that you'll be a wizard and we can go to Hogwarts together. But I don't want to go yet. I like living here with Uncle Sirius and Marauder and having Uncle Remus come over and teach me schooling. I can play with Marauder and play in my new treehouse or help Uncle Sirius work on his motorbike. I don't want to leave yet. I like having… dads…"

The last word came out so quietly, Neville almost didn't hear it, but then he smiled. He understood what his new friend meant. "My Great Uncle Algie takes me fishing all the time. It's fun, but kind of boring sometimes too because you're just waiting for the fish to bite."

"I've never been fishing," Harry told him, shooting a Gobstone in Neville's direction.

Neville grinned. "Maybe you can come with us some time."

Harry grinned widely. "Okay."

~ ASC ~

By Monday, Sirius was quite anxious to see Althea and to give her the birthday present that she had so wickedly asked for. He stood outside of St Mungo's near his motorbike and waited for her to come out. Despite her having asked him for no material gifts, he had bought her a bouquet of sunflowers and Peruvian lilies in bright colours. It was an interesting mix, bold and colourful, but he thought that she was much the same so she would appreciate it.

He'd also purchased a carton of her favourite gelato, which he had in his travel bag with freezing charm on the bag on his bike.

When she came out of the hospital, she smiled warmly at him, hurrying over and standing on her toes to kiss him softly.

"I thought that you were meeting me at my place?"

"Was. Thought I'd meet you here instead," he said hanging her the flowers. "Happy Birthday, Castellanos."

Althea smiled warmly, her eyes lighting up at the flowers. "Sirius, these are gorgeous! You didn't have to."

"I know," he said with a smile. "That's why I did."

Althea grinned at him and buried her face in the bouquet. "Would you hate me if I asked you to meet me in an hour? I have a few stops to make first."

Sirius smiled at her. "Not a bit. I'll see you at one, yeah?" His eyes travelled over her body greedily and he smirked at her, licking his lips. "See you."

He hopped on the bike and hurried off. He wanted to grab a bite to eat anyway. When he arrived at her flat an hour later and knocked on the door, she opened it up wearing a sexy black nightie and black lace knickers.

"Hi," she said smiling.

Sirius grinned at her, closing the door to the flat behind him. "Stops to make, eh?" he teased, leaning down to plant a small kiss on her naked shoulder.

Althea smirked at him. "Maybe I wanted to make myself sexy first."

"You're always sexy," he growled, kissing her neck. He pulled back and held the gelato out to her. "One more birthday present."

Her smile brightened. "Really?"

He laughed at how simple it was to please her. She hurried into the kitchen to put the gelato away and Sirius noticed that the flowers were on the kitchen table in a large blue vase.

When she came back into the living room, Sirius simply scooped her up and carried her into the bedroom as she laughed.

"What are you doing?" she asked, laughing when he dropped her on the bed.

Sirius' merely raised his eyebrow. "I believe you asked for my mouth and my fingers to be on you and in you as much as possible today, did you not?"

She flushed. "I-I might have been exaggerating a bit, I just meant that I wanted you to, you know, be here."

Sirius captured her lips in his. "Mmm, were you?" he murmured against her mouth. "I believe that I told you that I would make you come for me over and over and over again."

"Yes," she said arching up to meet his mouth. "But we were just teasing in our usual way."

"I wasn't," he said simply. "And after you come, I'm going to keep making you come, until you beg me to stop."

His lips moved down her throat as he tugged the nightie she wore up and over her head, his eyes taking in the black bra and matching knickers in appreciation. His fingers flicked open the front clasp of the strapless bra and it sprung open, her small breasts bouncing free and he bent his head to take one of the tantalizing peaks into his mouth. His hand slid down her smooth stomach, over the soft lace between her legs and rubbing. She moaned softly and his hand moved under them, one finger slipping inside and finding her already wet for him.

His other hand stroked her left breast as his mouth suckled the right one. His finger stroked her gently, up and down, a slow circular motion that left her panting and then up and down until a second finger found her. By the time the third finger started pumping into her, she cried out his name and the orgasm ripped through her.

Sirius smiled at her, her nipple leaving his mouth as he worked his way down her stomach, kissing her belly button, dipping his tongue in gently and kissing lower. He looped his thumbs into her knickers and tugged them down her hips, tossing them behind him.

"Shall we keep count, Castellanos?" he asked, placing his palm over her. "Score one so far."

Althea merely stared at him, her breathing heavy. "I want you inside of me, Sirius."

He smirked at her. "No, Castellanos; that's not what you asked for."

He bent his head and kissed her softly, spreading her thighs. His lips moved over the crease of her thigh and over to the other side doing the same and he kissed her all over, soft light kisses that tickled her. He trailed his tongue along her thigh muscles, teasing her and nuzzling her, planting small kisses along her folds, teasing his tongue in and out of her just enough to drive her mad with the torment of it.

"Sirius," she begged, spreading her thighs wider.

He slid his tongue into her, trailing it along her folds, dipping it in and out until he reached her nub. He twirled his tongue around it, under it, side to side and when he slid a finger into her, her hands fisted into the sheets around him.

"Yes," she panted. "Yes! Yes!"

When he drew her into his mouth, she literally shouted his name and he sucked harder, his fingers moving in and out of her with practiced ease.

"Don't stop," she screamed. "Don't stop!"

Sirius smirked against her, sucking harder, and he felt her let go. He licked his lips as his fingers kept working her, building her up all over again. "That's two, Castellanos."

When he ducked his head back between her legs once more she literally groaned aloud and when his tongue got to work all over again, she panted his name as the pleasure ripped through her.

By the time she finally begged him to stop, his face was flushed and he was so hard he was sure his cock had worn a hole through the denim. He unzipped his pants and slipped deeply into her, engulfing himself in the warm tightness and he groaned aloud, pumping in and out as she arched up to meet him. His finger pressing on her clit until she screamed his name as she came. He followed suit, collapsing against her, he licked his lips and kissed her, staying deeply inside of her.

"I should get a prize," he panted as she cuddled into his chest, her hair soaked with sweat.

"God," she murmured, "I couldn't possibly move for at least a week."

"I told you, love, my name isn't God, it's Sirius. But as I did make you come eight times, I'll take God."

Althea grinned at him. "I've never… fuck, I don't care if it does increase your ego, I've never had that many orgasms in my life."

Sirius smirked at her, his eyes alight in pleasure. "Want to go for round nine? I might just need a minute here."

"You need a minute!" she squeaked, her hand reaching down to where he was still inside of her. "You only came once!"

Sirius grinned cheekily at her. "Not all of us can come eight times in a… " He turned to look at the clock. "Fuck, I am a god — you came eight times in a three and half hour period! That darling is a happy fucking birthday."

"What?" she exclaimed, sitting up to glance at the clock. "It's only just after four thirty!"

Sirius nuzzled her neck, his mouth moving down to kiss her breast. "Best birthday ever or what?"

Althea smiled, her head falling back slightly when he started to move his cock in her. "I'll say."

"Mmm, please do," he murmured as he rode her. "Tell me."

Her arms wrapped around his neck as he pumped deeper into her. She was so sensitive that she came quickly as he finished.

"Nine," he said smugly.

Althea punched him lightly on the shoulder. "If you touch me again I might self combust."

Sirius' eyebrow rose. "Are you telling me there is such a thing as too many orgasms? Why, Thea, that just can't be true?" he said smugly.

She sat up slowly. She was sore, she realized, but as she knew exactly why she was sore, she wasn't exactly upset about it. "Yes, there damn well can be!" she told him, grinning widely. "I'm so sensitive down there that it's almost painful."

Sirius' brow furrowed. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked suddenly concerned. He hadn't realized that too much pleasure could result in pain.

Althea smiled warmly and kissed him softly. His lips still tasted of her and she found it erotic. "No, Black. You made me come nine times, you definitely did not hurt me." She kissed him again. "And Sirius?"

"Hmm?" he asked, kissing her neck and sucking on the skin here.

"It was the best birthday ever."

~ ASC ~

Sirius woke up in the dark, Althea's body cuddled into him. He looked over at the clock and saw that it was eleven thirty. He carefully extricated himself from her arms and got dressed, smiling as she rolled over on the bed and snuggled into the pillow.

She was leaving on Friday and he realized that he really was going to miss her. Not just the sex either, though Merlin knew that was always incredible, but he was going to miss talking to her. She really had become a good friend. He loved telling her about Harry and the things he did or said and she was a great sounding board about Harry's bad dreams and nightmares.

He pulled his tee shirt over his head and then he leaned down and kissed her cheek, her nose, her neck, and then her lips.

She sighed into him, her arms reaching up to wrap around his neck. "Are you going?"

He nodded. "Yeah, I missed Harry's bed time. He's going to be cross with me. I guess we tired each other out."

"What time is it?" she asked, her eyes sleepy.

"Eleven thirty," he said, kissing her softly. "Still your birthday, darling; we just needed a six hour nap to recuperate."

Althea chuckled, tugging him back down into the bed with her. "I should show you how thankful I am for the wonderful birthday you gave me," she murmured against his ear as her hand slid down to unzip his jeans.

"Thea," he moaned when her fingers wrapped around him. "I have to go."

Althea shook her head, opening his jeans up fully. "Have I told you how hot it is that you never wear underwear?" Then she bent her head and took him into her mouth and his head fell back in pleasure.

"Thea," he moaned, his hand clenching her hair as he held her head in place. When she started to suck on him like he was her favourite lolly, he fell back onto the bed.

This was all the motivation she needed, she tugged his jeans down his hips, licking and nibbling on his balls, under them and around them as her thumb rubbed his tip in a slow circular motion. She lifted his hips and her mouth slid beneath his testicles, her fingertip slipped into him just enough to tease and her mouth hummed gently along his sack.

Sirius was panting now, his breath ragged as she pumped his balls, rolling his sack in her hands as her tongue slid around him. When she finally wrapped her mouth around his cock again, taking him deep into her throat, she slid two fingertips into him and he choked out her name as he came.

She kissed his member softly as he slipped out of her mouth with a loud pop and she smiled up at him. "Is that a sufficient thank you, do you think?"

Sirius merely stared at her, his eyes slightly glazed over. "Fuck, Thea."

Althea simply grinned. "Do you like it when I put my fingers inside of you? When I suck behind, around, and on your cock?"

"Fuck," he moaned, kissing her hard. "You have such a dirty little mouth on you, Castellanos."

She merely licked her lips. "And you like it."

Sirius smiled at her. "Yeah, I do." He kissed her lips gently. "I really do have to go though."

Althea nodded as she watched him tug his jeans back up. "Are we still on for Thursday?"

Sirius zipped his jeans and grabbed his leather jacket from the chair by the door. He slid his black buckled boots back on as he spoke. "Definitely." He walked over to the bed and kissed her once more. "I'm taking you to dinner on Thursday."

"What?" she asked in surprise.

He nodded. "Dinner. Anywhere you'd like. Wear that dress that I had to peel you out of again."

Althea grinned up at him. "Deal."

"But then we're coming right back here," he said with a grin. "And we're staying in your bed where I am going to shag you until you have to be at the hospital for that portkey."

Althea's smile widened. "Okay."

Sirius left her grinning after him as he headed home.

He really was going to miss her.