who is phantom?

A/N: heya peoples, thanks to my reviewer’s… mucho aprecio, especially since reviews seem to be plot bunny pheromones, honestly they come flocking to them! In normal people speak…. BRING ON THE REVIEWS!
Anywho…

Last time: …the most erotic kiss of his life, and he had kissed lot.

The stranger pulled away and whispered one word.

“Mine”

Chapter 2:
Harry woke up completely naked in a strange apartment.

And he wasn’t shocked in the slightest; after all, he was a bit of a slut.

He turned toward his lover only to see an empty bed. So, sighing, he got up and, after borrowing a pair of jeans that were several sizes too large for him, he wandered shirtless downstairs toward the smell of the heavenly ambrosia that was coffee.

“Morning sexy” his lover from last night, phantom said as Harry entered the kitchen.

Harry grunted in reply and stole the still masked phantoms cup of coffee, which was ridiculously strong, black and sweet, just the way Harry liked it.

Once Harry had sufficiently woken up he began to chat

“Soooo, I don’t suppose you’re going to take off that mask anytime soon?” he asked, referring to the taller mans mask, which today was reminiscent of Zorro.

“Nope”

“Ah, well. T’was worth a try” he sighed, walking over to where the phantom was standing and wrapping his arms around him. Phantom smiled and captured Harry’s lips in what was no doubt meant to be a brief, good morning kiss, but turned into a ‘holy fuck that’s the hottest kiss I’ve ever seen’ sort of kiss at very little urging from Harry.

When they finally broke apart they both sat down at the table, and the older of the two (phantom) pulled out the morning paper, which the other promptly vanished.

“Talk to me, I do not like being ignored, especially not after I’ve fucked a person till they screamed the night before”

Phantom grinned at him, and said

“Alright, what do you want to talk about?” the older man guessed either quidditch, what a great fuck he was, or some sort of club

“Politics”

“I- did you just say politics?”

“You asked what I wanted to talk about, well… I want to talk about the corrupt state of our current ministry for magic. Or the awful treatment of magical ‘beasts’ like werewolves and vampires, they deserve ‘being’ status and they don’t get it… did you know that a werewolf is not allowed to own more then fifty-five thousand galleons? That includes property, family heirlooms and material possessions, as well as actual cash. Its ridiculous”

“Yes, I did know that actually, I have a very good friend who is a werewolf. Did you know that it is perfectly legal to chain up a vampire till they are crazed with bloodlust just so you have an excuse to kill them when they attack someone?”

Harry snorted and retorted with an impressive knowledge of house elf rights. They continued to speak thus for the next few hours, each trying to outdo the other, before Harry finally decided to break off the conversation by apparating over to phantom, reappearing straddling the older mans waist.

“So-” he said “I think I know you from somewhere else. Some other time”

“You might” phantom asked with a mysterious smile, shifting slightly in his chair in order to get more comfortable, which also served to create a delightful friction against a certain part of Harry’s body, who moaned his appreciation.

The Phantom, quickly realizing what his apparently insatiable young lover wanted began to slowly lick and nip his way down Harry’s neck, pausing at the collarbones, which apparently ‘viper’ liked, from the sounds he was making.

Harry moaned and threaded his fingers through phantoms long, black hair, whimpering at the loss as his lover pulled away, only to sweep him up and carry him over to the couch, where he deposited him, quickly working to rid Harry of his jeans.

The phantom chuckled softly as his now naked lover squirmed beneath him, and held his mouth tantalizingly above Harry’s erection, breathing a hot puff of air around it as Harry writhed, whimpering at the lack of contact, arching his back in a desperate attempt to get the older man to touch him. Chuckling again, phantom pressed his hips back down onto the couch before finally taking the head of Harry’s now aching cock into his mouth.

Harry gasped as phantom finally began sucking him, and instinctively tried to thrust upward in to that wet warmth, but was held down by phantoms hands, which pinned his hips to the couch. Realizing that ‘viper’ was about to come phantom released him, earning him a growl of disapproval, until he flipped the younger man over and, using a quick spell of lubrication, slid one finger into Harry’s entrance, then two, scissoring gently in order to stretch him out,

“S’good,” Harry moaned breathlessly

“are you sure vi-” phantom began, but Harry cut him off

“S’good! Now hurry up and shag me already!” the last assertion was meant to be commanding, but came out as needy, and phantom, deciding that he really wanted nothing more then to fuck the younger man into the couch positioned himself and slid in.

Despite having been prepared Harry still whimpered as he was entered, a single tear sliding down his cheek. Phantom turned his face slightly and licked the tear away, before thrusting into his young lover, causing him to whimper again, although this time for entirely different reasons. Phantom had, just like last night, managed to hit his sweet spot almost instantly.

Harry, having been brought almost to completion already by the amazing skills of his lover’s mouth climaxed quickly, and loudly, his sex-cry pulling phantom to the brink as well, who moaned long and low as he pumped his seed deep into Harry’s arse.

Harry smiled sexily at his sated lover after pulling his jeans back on and, before the other man could do anything, he pulled his mask off.

Phantoms gorgeous black hair tumbled free, and wide storm-gray eyes stared at Harry in shock

“The Harry Potter I knew wouldn’t have done that” he said nervously “then again, the Harry I knew wouldn’t have had one night stands either…”

Harry’s jaw dropped, and he scrambled away from ‘phantom’.

“You’re dead” he finally managed to say in a strangled voice. This brought back dark memories, so many had died in the war, and it was his fault for not killing that arsehole fast enough… Cedric, Colin, Blaise, Dean, Seamus, Neville, professor Flitwick, Draco, Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle, Hermione and her parents, George, Charlie, and of course, Harry’s beloved Severus… who he had only been with to lessen the pain of losing his first love, who he hadn’t even kissed, who he hadn’t even told…who was now sitting in front of him. Who he had spent the whole night shagging! Harry growled angrily, before blanking his features to the person in front of him, whoever it was because it wasn’t his--- it wasn’t his…

“I’m sorry Harry, I didn’t mean for you to find out this way…” phantom said, trailing off at Harry’s look of absolute nothingness

“Keep talking,” he said blankly

“You remember after you- you killed him?? I was coming to get you, but you had already disappeared by the time I got there, I’m so sorry, cub, I never meant to-”

“SHUT UP! Stop telling me how FUCKING sorry you are and tell me how the FUCK it is that you are still alive!” Harry snarled, finally losing his temper, unable to believe that this was anyone other then the person it looked like.

Because he didn’t want it to be someone else, he wanted his beloved back, the man that could always make him feel better, the man who he had gotten over the abuse at the Dursleys’s for, the man he had lived for, refused to die for and killed for.

He wanted so badly for this to be him, and not a cruel joke.

He wanted his Sirius back…


A/N: heeheehee, phantom is none other then Sirius black! Cuz lets face it he is just yummy! Mmmm, Sirius soufflé… And paired with a sexy, slightly emo-ish Harry…please excuse me while I drool… emo-boys are just hot …and I don’t want any shit from you about that statement rasberitwist!

Now, my lovelies, review for me? I’ll send you videos of Harry/Sirius love!