Alphas

A/N; important note. One of my reviewers, Priss, pointed out something important to me that I need to make clear.

Harry and Lucius’ relationship has been building since his very first year, so it’s not all that sudden, his mum will enter the story later - just so you know - and I have my own plans for Lucius and his lover(s). * wink *

And to Lemo; while Harry is playing saviour, his love is at home nursing his baby, nestled in his belly. Sounds domestic right, but hey, just because I made him bottom, does not mean I made him, any less ‘fenrir’. He is a nasty piece of work, I just put a sweeter spin to it.

And to juniperaven, yes, that’s true, but magic is magic, anyone who is born by magical parents are considered pure. Then of course there is the degree of pureness…..

But don’t worry, I’ve got everything under control, I think, but keep asking if you have any questions like that, it would be horrible if you missed something and then got confused later on.


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Sirius woke up to gentle feather like caresses on his lower arm- the one that was draped around his love. Puzzled, he sat up and studied Draco’s abs. The caresses had come from his skin, not an exterior touch. A flicker of hope flared is Sirius’ chest as he carefully rolled Draco over on his back, still using his other arm as a pillow. Draco held his hand in his sleep and was reluctant to let go.

Silently he found his wand and relit the fire that had been reduced to a mere glow. Draco moaned at the pleasant heat coming from the fire and held on tighter to Sirius’ hand.

Now that he could see, Sirius waved his wand in circular motion over were the baby was supposed to be. His breath caught in his throat when a warm wave of magic pulsed rhythmically. The baby was still alive and strong.

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Draco was woken by loud woops of joy bouncing off the solid stonewalls of the castle. Groggily he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and turned to the source of the racket, but before he could react Sirius was upon him scattering wet sloppy kisses on every inch of skin he could uncover.

“The baby-“ Sirius breathed “is alive.” Draco’s eye widened in shock, then in a brilliant smile. Sirius swooped down and caught the grinning lips with his own. Even as he kissed his lover the older man’s mind was shouting at him how bloody lucky he was.

Everything about Sirius was darker than the younger man beneath him. His eyes were dark grey, and Draco’ were a fairer shade, not like silver, lighter, like white gold. Everywhere Draco’ youth would make him soft, Sirius would be hard. Sirius’s hair was a bold black, while the others was a sunny platinum blond. Draco was young carefree and playful while Sirius was grown up, intense and dark.


“Siri…” Draco whined between the small spurs of pure pleasure flying through his system. “I’m going to loose my mind if you don’t hurry!”

“Can’t have that, can we” Sirius smiled warmly at the teen. Draco felt his teeth nipping at his nipples and his nails were gently scarping the thigh resting on his hip.

Sirius smirked as he gazed his fingers over his hips.

“God you’re sexy?” Sirius breathed. Draco blushed dolly-pink at Sirius’ words. Sirius gazed Draco’ skin with his nose as he breathed in his scent, memorizing it again. Draco tensed and his breath hitched.

“Please.. I..”

“Patience love.”


He wordlessly lubed his fingers and circled his before he inserted the digit in the tight hole. His tongue circled his slit while his fingers wiggled and stretched him. Draco clamped his legs around his shoulders and moaned loudly.

Sirius could not wait any longer. Had to have him. A rumbling growl had emitted from deep inside his chest as he laid himself between Draco’ thighs and teased his entrance with the head of his cock while his tongue traced his lips, both asking for an approval. Draco pushed his hips against him. His teasing was driving Draco mad. He grabbed his neck and pulled him down for a searing kiss. The touch sent fire through them both.

Sirius settled his weight on top of his young lover and thrust in slowly. Draco mewled and twisted beneath him. He grabbed a hold of the furry bear skin they were on, and in an act of desperate need he crossed his legs behind his back and forced him down and sheltered him deep inside him.

It hurt, but the way he stretched him felt so good. It always felt good. In that moment he realised that he would always belong to Sirius. He was being claimed for keeping, again, and Draco accepted heartily, again.

When Sirius pulled out he could see Draco’ eyes. He gasped, both in intense pleasure and surprise. With a fierce and husky growl he pushed himself back in. He lashed onto his neck and bit down gently, his sharp teeth drawing a bit of blood. He thrust into his again to the hilt, much harder this time.

“AAhhh Sirius please…oh” he clenched tightly around him.

“Gods, Siri, I…ahhh” Sirius nearly collapsed on top of him by the sensations he brought forth in him. It took all his self-control to pull back when he was at the edge of coming. When he was no longer as close he hammered himself back into him, going deeper than he had before. Draco was meeting him thrust for thrust and just a few seconds later.

Draco screamed in his ecstasy and hadn’t Sirius caught his lips just then, the house-elves would have come running. While Draco was slowly coming out of his daze Sirius sat up on his knees and rested against the back of the couch. He pulled a still quacking Draco up to him and impaled him again. It had been so long that he was still hard. Draco gasped as the hard organ slid into him, caressing and rubbing his sore walls. He clung to his lover; his legs around his waist and his arms holding tightly. Sirius was holding his tightly around his waist and pushed him further down onto him. Draco bit down hard on his collarbone. Sirius gasped and held him tighter as he came deep in his your lover.

Sirius was content once more. It was one of those feelings only Draco could give him. Draco was all his and no one else could touch him. The small blond was still in his lap, and Sirius was still inside him. He laid his head on Sirius chest and was almost falling asleep when he felt himself being held tighter and apparated to bed.

Sirius cast a few cleaning spells and tucked them both into the soft bed. Sirius pulled the sleeping Draco to lie with his back against his chest and his head on his arm while the other was wrapped tightly around the youths slender waist. When Draco wiggled further into his chest he slipped his thigh between his legs. Draco was going to be very sore in the morning, the least he could do was making him comfortable. When Draco entwined their legs further, Sirius smiled to himself and kissed him behind his ear.


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It was a week since Draco and Sirius decided to hide from the world and about six days since their father had received a request for Draco’s hand in bonding by owl. Lucius had been pleased to hear of his son’s engagement and joyous beyond belief that their baby was healthy and very much alive.

Harry was sitting in the DADA classroom along with his classmates, waiting for Professor Lupin to arrive- he was late. Remus barged throught he door in true Snape style, but the impression didn’t last that long.

“Ladies and…Harry?” he said confused. Remus was looking a bit pale, which was not normal, because it was not anywhere near the full moon.

“Professor Lupin, are you alright?” Harry asked.

“Yes.” Remus answered. “Yes, I’m alright. I just forgot about your change of house, that’s all.” He took a deep breath of air and put his focus back on the class.

“Now today the ministry has provided us with a real treat.” He said with a satisfied grin. “We will all combat these creatures, under strict security of course, and I beg you all to be utmost cautious. Now if you’ll follow me to the grounds by the forbidden forest.” He said and led the way. As they walked down the edge of the forest Remus had begun to speak again.

“Three days ago the Order of the Phoenix attacked a known Death Eater Werewolf camp in the Black forest…” Harry’s breath caught in his throat and he began to sniff the air. His heart sank to his knees when he scented his mate.

“The Greyback pack is know as the most notorious mobile army the Dark Lord has at his disposal…” Harry had moved to the front of his group. He needed to stay calm until he could get to his mate, and figure out what to do about Remus.

“The wolves we have here have been hurt in combat and will not be able to do too much damage…”

‘but I will’ Harry thought. He was starting to sweat and he noticed that Remus could scent his dominance. If he was lucky the wolvesbane would have dulled his senses enough for it to take a while before he realised who it came from. Although he was surprised that the wolvesbane has sugar-coated his senses so much that he hadn’t felt the Moon’s pull; signalling the rise of the new Werewolf Lord.

“On the pack leader, Fenrir Greyback, several rounds of Crucio’s had to be used to weaken him…”

‘Right. Torture the pregnant mate of your Lord. Smart Moony.’ Harry snarked in his head. “Did you partake in this operation Moony?”

“Yes I did Harry.” He said with a little pride in his voice. “…and here we are. Harry, as you are the most experienced would you…yes.” he said and waived a hand at Harry as he headed straight for the caged wolves. He could see that most of them were young ones and females, quite a few of them were in the early stages of carrying. He ignored the yell from Remus for him to stop as he jumped the fence and walked to stand before the werewolf pack.

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