Of Wolf and Man

Harry snuggled closer to his godfather, rubbing his cheek against Sirius\' shoulder while he felt Sirius\' arm tighten around him just a bit. It had become a custom over these last three weeks to snuggle in front of the fire together during the evenings. Just like many other things had become a custom for Harry. Like having real sex with Moony.

Every night before they went to sleep, Harry and Moony had sex. Harry let Moony fuck him. Harry needed Moony to fuck him. They had experimented with positions, since Moony mounting him so often gave Harry a very sore back, and Harry had discovered that preparing himself with a bit of hand lotion made sure Moony didn\'t hurt him when he drove his stiff prick in and out of his body.

And whenever they woke up earlier than Sirius, they sucked and licked each other off in the morning. It was brilliant. And perfect. And very close to ending since Dumbledore\'s latest status report had indicated that the counter-hex would be ready any day now.

Sirius was engrossed in a book and Harry paged through a Quidditch magazine, feeling a strong urge to go upstairs and mate with Moony, but also not wanting to leave his comfortable spot on the couch, buried in Sirius\' warmth. For a moment, Harry allowed himself to contemplate how things would be when Remus would return.

While he dreamed about Moony every night, running and panting and smelling and howling, Harry had started to wonder what it would be like to be so intimate with Remus. It was a ridiculous notion, of course, since Remus wasn\'t his like Moony was.

But Harry couldn\'t help wondering.

What would it be like to wrap his mouth around a human cock? Harry had seen Sirius\' cock a number of times, thick and masculine, and he imagined that Remus\' cock would look exactly like that. And what would it be like to feel such a cock inside of him? It started to itch, soft needle pricks inside his mind, his chest, his sac. A familiar itch that had bugged him for the last three weeks, but Harry tried to ignore it, because he didn\'t want to leave Sirius\' side or be forced to stop imagining what it would be like with Remus.

What would it be like to kiss a man? A real kiss, instead of just stroking his tongue against another one while trying to watch out for very large and very sharp teeth. The itch became more persistent, and Harry wanted to scratch, but didn\'t know how other than by doing all those things he wanted so badly.

Closing his eyes, Harry shifted his face and nuzzled Sirius\' throat, feeling long hair tickle his eyelids. Harry tried to imagine it was Remus, but couldn\'t, because Sirius didn\'t smell like Remus, but like himself; strong and wild, like autumn air and fallen leaves. Harry liked that smell, loved that smell, because it was Sirius, and just like Moony\'s distinctive scent, it made Harry feel safe and appreciated and loved.

\"Sirius?\" he asked, not sure what he was asking for, but needing something.

\"Hmm?\" Sirius turned his face towards him, but kept his eyes on the book in his lap.

\"Would you...\" Harry pursed his lips for a second, wanting to feel what it would be like with Remus, but Sirius wasn\'t Remus, but Remus was Sirius\'. \"Would you kiss me?\"

\"What?\" Sirius pulled back a little, frowning down at him. \"Harry, I don\'t think --\"

\"Please... just a kiss.\" Harry scooted closer, the magazine on his lap falling discarded to the floor.

\"Really, I don\'t think that\'s --\"

Not wanting to hear any arguments why Sirius didn\'t want to kiss him, Harry cupped the back of Sirius\' neck and kissed him.

For a moment, neither of them moved, lips just pressed together, and Harry could feel Sirius take a couple of deep breaths through his nose, the air he exhaled warm against Harry\'s face. Then a hand crept up the back of Harry\'s neck and tightened in his hair, and Sirius tilted his head just a bit, opening his mouth. Inhaling shakily, Harry opened his mouth as well, and sighed when he felt Sirius\' tongue lick his bottom lip before sneaking inside.

Weaving his fingers in Sirius\' long hair, Harry closed his eyes and pushed his tongue against Sirius\', stroking it, tasting it. It was warm and wet and a bit rough and very intimate and so different than kissing Cho or Moony. Sirius moved his lips across Harry\'s in a rhythm Harry found easily, and he opened his mouth wider, hungry for more of Sirius\' tongue.

Their kiss became more urgent, Harry pressing his body against Sirius as much as the odd angle would allow, and Sirius shifted his face, their noses bumping before Sirius devoured his mouth. Harry felt himself hardening against Sirius\' hip, and he was sure he felt something equally hard pressing against his thigh. Harry moaned, and suddenly Sirius pulled back, breathing heavily on Harry\'s moist lips.

They didn\'t speak, just breathed and stared into each other\'s eyes. Harry swallowed, and couldn\'t think of anything other than wanting to kiss Sirius again. But before he could press his lips to Sirius\' once more, a familiar, agile tongue licked his mouth, and then Sirius\', and for the briefest of moments Harry allowed himself to hope that perhaps he could have sex with both Moony and Sirius, and that idea sent a jolt of arousal straight to his cock.

\"Moony, no!\" Sirius pushed the wolf away, and Moony whined but sat down obediently at their feet anyway.

Harry swallowed and tried to pull back when Sirius ran his palm across Harry\'s lips, wiping them.

\"He\'s a werewolf, Harry. Don\'t let him lick your mouth.\" Sirius\' gaze was stern and concerned, and Harry nodded even though he had no idea why Moony shouldn\'t lick his mouth. Didn\'t dogs lick their owners on their faces and mouths all the time? It might not be a very hygienic thing to do, but Harry didn\'t really care about that. He\'d sucked Moony\'s cock more times than he could remember. It was a bit too late to start worrying about hygiene now.

Clearing his throat, Sirius reached for the book that had fallen shut between them. \"So, was that what you wanted?\"

\"Yes,\" Harry said, while he really wanted so much more to scratch his itch. He was feeling desperate for release. The urge to just reach inside his robes and stroke himself to climax almost too powerful to ignore. He wanted to have sex, needed to be fucked, and he shifted on the couch uncomfortably.

\"Okay.\" Sirius opened his book, skimming through it to find the page he\'d left off.

It ached inside of Harry, as if a thousand nifflers were burrowing in his mind, trying to dig their way out. It hurt, and Harry clenched his jaw, feeling cold sweat on his forehead, and jolts of stinging pain in his sac. He needed it. Needed Moony. Needed Moony to fuck him. Now.

\"Another headache?\" Sirius gave him a worried glance, brushing Harry\'s hair off his forehead with the tips of his fingers.

\"Yeah,\" Harry said. It was another headache, but stronger now, much stronger than the ones he\'d had during the past three weeks. They\'d fire-called Madam Pomfrey about the headaches and the sudden bolts of nausea that hit occasionally, but she\'d said that it was probably just the concussion Harry had suffered, and that he needed more rest.

\"Are you all right? You look as pale as a ghost.\"

Harry snorted, and then smiled at Sirius. \"It\'s not as if I\'m getting a lot of sun in here, now is it?\"

Sirius returned his smile, sliding his arm across Harry\'s shoulder again, giving him a comforting squeeze. \"Get some rest.\" Sirius brushed his lips across Harry\'s temple, and Harry thought he could feel them linger there for a second, and he was so tempted to grab the sides of Sirius\' face and pull him down in a fierce kiss. It ached. It ached so badly.

But Sirius pulled back, and Harry got up, swallowing back bile while dizziness rose in his mind. \"Good night,\" he mumbled as he tried to walk to the door as normally as he could.

\"Sleep well.\" Sirius gave him one last worried glance before turning his attention back to his book.

Harry rushed up the stairs, Moony running past him straight into his bedroom. Harry closed the door behind him, almost slamming it but remembering Sirius at the last moment, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Kicking off his shoes and shedding his robes and pushing down his Y-fronts, Harry reached for the jar of lotion on his nightstand, breathing irregularly, which only made him dizzier. It ached, and Harry had learned over these past three weeks that only Moony\'s cock could make it feel better. Moony\'s cock buried deep inside him while Harry stroked himself to climax.

Harry lay down, raised his knees to his chest, his arse exposed, and Moony tried to mount him, but Harry pushed him away.

\"Just... a... sec,\" he panted, scooping up a large amount of lotion from the jar, not caring that it fell to the floor, and driving two slick fingers inside his hole. Moony was panting as well, nudging his nose against Harry\'s hand in a silent plea to hurry, and Harry could see the wolf thrust his hips, humping dry air.

\"Now,\" Harry groaned, pulling his fingers out of his arse, not caring if he\'d prepared himself properly, because it ached and only Moony\'s cock would make it stop. He pushed his arse over the edge of the bed a bit more, giving Moony enough room to enter him as the wolf raised his front legs onto the bed on either side of Harry\'s shoulders.

Harry bit down on his fist to stifle a cry when he felt Moony\'s prick slide inside him. He bucked his hips back against the wolf, his free hand curling around his own pulsing cock, stroking it fast and rough.

\"Fuck me hard, Moony... please, I need it hard.\"

Moony complied, his massive head lowered, and growled softly into Harry\'s ear. The wolf thrust his hips wildly and without holding any of his inhuman strength back, and Harry bit his lips and his tongue to silence the cries of near release that wanted to escape his mouth.

The pain inside him transformed into something that was more than pleasure, more intense and more satisfying. Harry was himself now, his mind as clear as the sky the day Moony had rescued him. He trembled beneath Moony\'s strength and the force with which the wolf drove his cock in and out of his sore hole.

But Harry didn\'t feel any of that pain, because the ache was gone, finally, and he wrapped his legs around Moony\'s hips, pulling the wolf even closer, urging him in even deeper. It was brutal, it was unnaturally brutal, and it was just what Harry needed.

\"Moony, Moony, Moony,\" he chanted over and over again, wanting to crawl inside the wolf, wanting the wolf to fuck his way inside him, because they were one, and only when Moony fucked him without mercy were they whole.

Harry didn\'t know how long it lasted, had lost all sense of time under the onslaught of Moony\'s cock, but even if it lasted an eternity, it would still end too soon. His sac drew up, sending what felt like liquid fire up his cock, and Harry bit down on Moony\'s furry throat when he spurted hot and wet over his belly.

Scraping his teeth across Harry\'s shoulder, Moony growled low and soft, and thrust so hard into Harry that his body slid further up the bed. Then the wolf stiffened, and filled Harry with his release, his hips convulsing and his cock pulsing inside Harry\'s arse.

Moony stayed buried inside of Harry for a long time after they\'d both stopped panting and trembling. Harry didn\'t want him to pull out, wanted to feel Moony\'s cock throb softly inside his arse for the rest of the day and week and month and --

Footsteps.

Hurried footsteps on the stairs.

Gasping, Harry pushed Moony off, and the wolf slipped out of him, his cock still so engorged it tore at the tight ring of muscles, but Harry didn\'t care, because there were footsteps coming closer. He barely had time to roll onto the bed completely and cover his privates before the door burst open and Sirius hurried inside, waving a piece of parchment.

\"Dumbledore called! They managed --\"

Sirius stopped dead in his tracks and looked from the spilled jar of lotion on the floor and Harry\'s come-covered belly to Harry\'s face. And blushed.

\"Oh, fuck. Did I interrupt you?\" Sirius shook his head while he ran his fingers across his pursed lips.

Harry glanced down at the strings of come on his body. \"\'S okay. I was just finished.\" Distractedly, he reached for the tissues he kept on his nightstand, still not quite understanding why Sirius was there or what he was trying to say.

\"Great!\" Sirius stepped up to the bed and flapped the sheet of parchment above Harry\'s face. \"We\'ve got the counter-hex!\" He turned to Moony, who was lying on his pile of blankets, head tucked between his legs as he was cleaning his prick. Sirius didn\'t seem to find the sight of that odd at all, and gave the wolf a wide grin. \"Come on, you great big mutt. Time to make you a man.\"

Wiping at the mess on his belly, Harry still wasn\'t sure what Sirius wanted of him. There was something about Moony. Sirius wanted to take Moony away from him. He couldn\'t take Moony away from him. Moony and he were together, weren\'t they? And why was Moony getting up, stretching his long legs and walking to Sirius? Moony wasn\'t supposed to go away. It was supposed to last forever, wasn\'t it?

\"Come on, Harry, I need your help. Get your wand.\" Sirius threw the discarded robes at Harry and stood impatiently in the doorway. Harry pulled his robes on, his body responding to Sirius\' wishes while his mind was still reeling from his recent fuck.

It ached, and only Moony could make it go away.

Moony was gone, Harry noted, as he looked around his bedroom, standing up on unsteady legs, checking if his wand was still tucked away in the pocket of his robes.

It didn\'t ache now, since Moony had just taken it away, but Harry knee pae pain would return, an unbearable itch only Moony could scratch.

Why did Sirius want to take Moony away from him?

Moony was his. And he was Moony\'s. They\'d mated. They fucked. Moony took the ache away.

\"Let\'s go. I\'m sure Remus can\'t wait to be himself again.\"

Who was Remus?

Harry let Sirius lead him down the hallway, down the stairs, into the drawing room. Harry was sure he\'d heard of Remus. He just didn\'t understand what it had to do with Moony. Why did Remus matter? All that mattered was Moony and Harry and the full moon and wet grass beneath their paws and the scent of prey thick in the night\'s air and running and howling and mating --

\"Harry?\" Sirius shook his shoulder. \"You\'re not sleepwalking, are you?\"

\"Huh?\"

\"Harry, snap out of it!\" Sirius shook him roughly and Harry blinked, the tranquility in his mind suddenly replaced by bitter reality, and he realized where he was and why he was there. He slapped Sirius\' hand away irritably.

\"I\'m okay. I was just... sleeping or something,\" he muttered, glaring down at the floor. He knew he was lying. He knew he hadn\'t been sleeping. But he didn\'t know what it had been other than him and Moony and whole and complete.

Sirius eyed him warily, but then nodded. \"All right. Let\'s do this.\" He stepped closer to Harry again, showing him the piece of parchment. Harry recognized Sirius\' handwriting, but the words themselves had little meaning to him.

\"I\'ll cast the counter-hex, but I need you to stand by in case something goes wrong. Dumbledore assured me nothing will, but you never know. So, if Moony responds... unfavorably, I need you to stun him. Can you do that?\"

\"Yes,\" Harry whispered, meanwhile wondering how angry Sirius would get with him if he grabbed the sheet of parchment and threw it in the fire.

Harry looked around the room, but nothing seemed familiar. The large, soft couch didn\'t look inviting, the fire in teartearth didn\'t feel warm at all, and the heavy, blue drapes that shielded the windows no longer made him feel safe. Harry wondered how he\'d ever been able to think of this place as home.

It wouldn\'t be home without Moony.

Even if they got Remus back in return.

\"Ready?\" Sirius asked, taking out his wand and pointing it at Moony, who was sitting beside the couch, watching them curiously.

No, he wasn\'t ready. Even if he\'d known that his time with Moony wouldn\'t last, Harry wasn\'t ready. He thought about begging Sirius not to do it. Give them one more night, or a week, or just until he had to return to Hogwarts. He wanted to yell at Sirius that he couldn\'t do it, shouldn\'t do it, that he had no right to take Moony away from him. But Sirius had every right to get his lover back. And Remus had every right to be himself again.

So Harry nodded, grabbing his wand, fingers clenched around it so tightly it hurt. He glanced at Moony, and the wolf looked back at him, looking for all the world as if nothing was about to change, his long tail wagging over the floor, his mouth opened just a bit so the tip of his tongue was visible.

Swallowing back the frustrated scream he really wanted to let out, Harry looked away and stared at the floor, forcing himself to focus on the cracks between the wooden boards so he wouldn\'t have to see his Moony disappear.

It already started to itch again, slow, tiny stabs behind his eyes, inside his chest, around his sac. It itched, and it would ache, and Moony would never be there again to make it go away.

Sirius chanted, and Harry heard it, but didn\'t, his thoughts and desires somehow disconnected from his body that just stood there in the drawing room, empty and useless. Not his. Not without Moony. There were sounds all around him, torturous cries, bones breaking, flesh tearing, but Harry didn\'t hear it, tried very hard not to hear it, squeezing his wand so tightly he wondered if it would snap.

Silence, save for ragged breathing.

Moony was gone.

Harry didn\'t have to look up to know it, because he felt it. There was something missing from him, as if someone had stripped the flesh off his bones, and he felt alone, so very alone, as if he were the last living person in this world.

Sirius moved. Harry saw it from the corner of his eyes, how his godfather stepped to the couch and crouched down. He didn\'t want to look, really didn\'t want to see that Moony wasn\'t there anymore, but somng mng made him turn his head, something strong and indescribable that pulled on his neck like a leash.

Remus.

His skin looked so pale and scarred, countless welts standing out against smooth, muscled flesh, covered with soft brown hairs on his chest and crotch.

Harry couldn\'t not look as Sirius ran his hand through Remus\' silver-streaked brown hair, Remus leaning against Sirius\' chest with his eyes closed, still gasping for breath.

The fire in the hearth started to feel a bit warmer again, until Remus snapped his eyes open, staring straight at Harry. He knew those eyes. They were Moony\'s eyes, the same shade of warm amber, and Harry wondered why he\'d never noticed before how beautiful Remus\' eyes were.

Perhaps he wasn\'t so alone after all, and Harry took a tentative step towards his godfather and his lover.

\"How could you, Harry?\" Remus croaked, pale fingers tightening around Sirius\' arm. \"How could you let Moony do that to you?\"

It ached, and it would never go away again. Harry felt anger rising, bitter and poisonous, and he gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes against the itch and the pain and the fury that possessed every cell of his empty body. \"I didn\'t do anything. You started it!\"

Sirius looked startled by Harry\'s words, and he stopped stroking Remus\' hair, looking down at his lover in utter confusion. \"What is he --\"

\"That wasn\'t me!\" Remus tried to pull himself up, but was obviously still too weak to support himself. So he leaned on Sirius\' shoulder, gleaming eyes fixed on Harry. \"As if I would ever touch you like that.\"

The hot fury was gone now, replaced by something so cold, Harry was sure he stood frozen on the spot. He couldn\'t speak, couldn\'t breathe, couldn\'t even feel the icy feeling of rejection burrow itself deep inside his chest.

\"Wait... what... touch him? Remus?\" Sirius pulled back from his lover, and Remus was forced to grab the armrest of the couch to hold himself upright.

Alone. He wanted to be all alone, so Harry turned to run from the room, but Sirius was quicker and grabbed his wrist, pulling him back none too gently.

\"Mind telling me what\'s going on, Harry?\" Sirius whispered, his voice thick and urgent. Harry stared at the floor, because maybe if he didn\'t answer, Sirius might let go of him. But Sirius\' fingers tightened around his wrist, and Harry could feel his godfather\'s impatient breaths on his face.

\"Moony infected him.\"

Remus\' voice had been nothing more than a whisper, but it sounded through the room as if it had been magnified by a thousand Sonorus spells. Still, Harry had trouble hearing what Remus had just said, and he looked up, seeing rather than feeling that Sirius had let go of him and was standing between him and Remus, looking as alone as Harry felt.

\"But...\" Sirius looked up, and Harry could see the desperation in his eyes. \"Why didn\'t you tell me Moony bit you, Harry?\"

\"Because Moony didn\'t bite him,\" Remus answered for him while Harry worried his bottom lip. Leaning his forehead against the couch, Remus took a few deep breaths. \"A werewolf\'s saliva and semen are infectiond -nd --\"

\"But how --\"

\"Merlin, how dense can you be, Sirius?\" Remus snapped, glaring up at his lover. \"His rectum! Harry got infected through his rectum because he\'s spent the last three weeks letting Moony fuck him!\"

Now it was silence that rang through the room and echoed in Harry\'s ears. He still felt empty inside, save for the insistent itch spreading through his skin and a thin layer of ice that was forming inside his chest. He didn\'t understand what Remus was saying, because he didn\'t want to understand it, because if he did understand it, it might be true. And it couldn\'t be true.

\"Go to your room.\"

Harry blinked up at Sirius, who looked murderous, much like he had done in the Shrieking Shack all those years ago. It triggered something inside Harry, something that felt an awfully lot like fear, but could just as well be rejection because Harry had never seen Sirius look at him with so much disappointment clear in his eyes.

\"I\'m sorry. I didn\'t know,\" he whispered, diverting his gaze, feeling small and meaningless and very much like the freak the Dursleys had always said he was.

\"GO TO YOUR ROOM. NOW!\"

Without looking back, Harry fled the room. He couldn\'t stand seeing Remus lying broken on the floor because of something he had done. Couldn\'t stand hearing Sirius scream at him because of something he had done. Knowing he\'d disappointed his godfather was enough to make Harry want to curl up in a dark corner and hope the world would forget about him. And somehow he\'d hurt Remus too, and that knowledge was unbearable, because Harry had seen Moony in Remus\' eyes.

With every step he took up the stairs, Harry became more and more convinced that he didn\'t belong there anymore. Moony was gone, and Remus had made it very clear that he didn\'t want to touch Harry and Sirius was angry with him and disappointed in him and had told him to go away.

The icy feelings melted under hot swirls of anger and rage and hate and jealousy. Harry stomped into his bedroom, slamming the door shut, not caring that the picture of his parents Sirius had put up on his wall fell to the floor, the frame shattering into a thousand pieces.

They didn\'t want him, and Harry sure as hell didn\'t want them, because they were together and he was alone and he hoped they would choke on their love and Remus was a lying bastard anyway because Moony wouldn\'t have infected him. He kicked his trunk open, and started throwing his meager possession into it.

He would leave and never come back and everyone could just go fuck themselves because he didn\'t owe anyone a goddamn thing. He\'d risked his life for this stupid wizarding world more times than he could remember, and all they did for him was lock him up and make decisions for him he could very well make on his own and he wasn\'t infected because Moony would never, ever do that to him.

He yanked his wardrobe open and pulled his robes out, stuffing them on top of his books. He\'d just leave and empty his vault and disappear and be alone without people locking him up and making decisions for him. He\'d been alone all his life, because even his friends had their own families and people they loved and his godfather didn\'t want him anymore, anyway.

\"What the hell do you think you\'re doing?\"

Harry didn\'t turn around, didn\'t want to see Sirius standing in the doorway, didn\'t want to see all that anger and disappointment even though he could hear it in Sirius\' voice all the same.

\"I\'m leaving,\" he said with determination while he threw his socks and Y-fronts in his trunk.

\"Like hell you are.\" Sirius stood next to him in an instant, grabbed an armful of robes from his trunk, and threw them back inside the wardrobe.

\"You can\'t stop me. I\'ll be of age in less than a week!\" Harry glared up at Sirius, and grabbed a robe to stuff it back in his trunk, but Sirius grabbed the other end and tried to pull it from his hands.

\"You want to try me?\" Sirius snarled. \"Because there is no way in hell I\'m letting you leave in this condition.\"

\"There is no condition!\" Harry yelled, pulling on the robe viciously, hearing the fabric tear. \"Moony would never... Remus was just... Remus is just lying!\"

\"No, I\'m not,\" came a quiet voice from the doorway.

\"But...\" Harry started, feeling all the strength and energy drain from him, the robe falling from his weak fingers. \"But Moony would never... you have to be.\"

Remus stepped inside the bedroom, giving Harry a grave smile. Harry looked at him, noting the patched robes and the calculated steps and Moony\'s eyes, and he couldn\'t muster the strength to battle Sirius who was unloading his trunk, face set in a determined mask.

\"I wish I could say I was lying about this, Harry.\" Remus sat down on the edge of the bed, and ran a hand across the sheets, his gaze darting across the room and landing on Harry. \"Come sit with me. I think I owe you a couple of explanations.\"

Feeling lost, because there wasn\'t any hot fury or icy rejection swirling inside him anymore, only bitter reality catching up with him, Harry nodded and stepped up to the bed reluctantly. He sat down next to Remus, a safe distance between them, and tried not to think that Moony was once again there on his bed with him, even if it wasn\'t exactly Moony. Still, Remus\' proximity caused the itch inside Harry\'s mind and belly and sac to play up, and he shifted on the bed, staring down at his folded hands resting on his knees.

\"Sirius, if you could...\" Remus gestured towards the bed and Sirius scowled, but dumped the pile of books he\'d just picked up from the trunk on the small desk, and sat down on Harry\'s other side, arms crossed firmly over his chest.

\"Very well.\" Remus shifted a bit so he could look at Harry. Not that Harry was looking at him, because he still had his gaze fixed on his lap.

\"As I said, a werewolf\'s saliva and semen are infectious. Normally, someone gets infected because a werewolf\'s saliva enters his bloodstream when he is bitten.\"

\"But Moony didn\'t bite me,\" Harry objected weakly, glancing up at Remus.

\"No, he didn\'t. But both his saliva and semen managed to infect you in another way. Through your rectum, which absorbs certain things like viruses. And when Moony... took you the first time, you were bleeding inside your anus. Just a couple of small wounds, but the virus had every chance to infect you --\"

\"Bloody hell, Harry,\" Sirius interrupted, throwing his hands up. \"If you wanted to have sex so desperately, why didn\'t you come to me?\"

Harry looked up at his godfather with wide , an, and swallowed audibly.

Sirius shrugged. \"It would have been a better idea than shagging a bloody werewolf.\"

\"I\'ve never heard you complaining about shagging a bloody werewolf before, Sirius,\" Remus said calmly, and Sirius snorted.

\"Shagging a... an animal. You know what I mean.\" Sirius scowled at his lover, who gave him an amused smile in return, expression mild and teasing.

\"I\'ve never heard you complain about sex with animals before, either. As a matter of fact, I can recall a few nights in the Shack when you had no problems at all shagging me as Padfoot --\"

\"That was your idea,\" Sirius muttered.

\"It was my idea, yes, but you didn\'t seem to have any problems with it.\"

Harry looked back and forth between Sirius and Remus, and tried to grasp what they were saying. The image of Remus being fucked by Padfoot was a very arousing one for some reason, and Harry quickly crossed his legs to hide his growing erection. While Sirius muttered something unintelligible under his breath, Harry couldn\'t stop staring at Remus. \"Did you... have... um... sex with Padfoot?\"

Remus blushed and was obviously trying not to grin. \"Well, if you change into a large canine once a month, you get curious about certain things.\"

\"So you don\'t... hate me for doing those things with Moony... um... you?\" Harry whispered, and Remus put his hand on Harry\'s thigh, giving it a comforting squeeze.

\"Of course I don\'t hate you. About what I said downstairs, I didn\'t mean that I wouldn\'t want to touch you, Harry. I just meant that I wouldn\'t touch you because it would be inappropriate. I\'m twice your age, your godfather\'s lover, your former professor --\"

\"I get it,\" Harry sighed, not sure if he did, because Remus was Moony, and Moony had touched him all right. \"But why didn\'t you...\" Harry couldn\'t finish his sentence, couldn\'t find the words he needed to ask all the questions that haunted his mind.

\"Why didn\'t I stop Moony?\" Remus offered, and Harry nodded. \"I wish I could have stopped him. I wish I could have influenced that part of Moony\'s mind.\" Remus buried his face in his hands, his elbows resting on his knees, and Harry had the urge to stroke his back, but didn\'t, not sure if contact like that was welcome or not.

\"You have to understand, Harry, that even though I was there, in Moony\'s mind, I didn\'t have full control over him. I could keep his violent side back, yes. But there was nothing I could do about his instincts, his natural urges. Like the urge to mate and reproduce.\"

Remus looked up at Harry, his tousled brown hair hanging in front of his eyes. Moony\'s eyes, Harry noticed once again.

\"Moony saw you as one of his pack. He had the urge to protect you and to mate with you and to infect you. That first time, Harry, he was rough on purpose. He wanted you to become a werewolf. And those instincts were so strong that I could do nothing about it but watch. And feel.\"

\"Merlin, Remus, if this comes out, they\'ll throw your arse into Azkaban,\" Sirius said, most of the anger drained from his expression, now only looking concerned and a tad desperate.

\"If I\'m lucky, they\'ll throw me in Azkaban,\" said Remus bitterly. \"If I\'m not, I\'ll get to meet the sharp end of Walden Macnair\'s ax. There\'s a death penalty for infecting a human being.\"

\"No,\" Harry gasped. He still wasn\'t really grasping the fact that he\'d been infected or what that meant for him, but the idea of losing Remus, either to Azkaban or to death, was very clear and very unwelcome. \"They can\'t do that. You did nothing wrong. It was my fault!\"

\"Hush, Harry.\" Sirius put his hand on Harry\'s shoulder. \"If it\'s anyone\'s fault, it\'s mine. I should have explained things better. I thought I did, but maybe I just figured you\'d know. And bloody hell, I should have seen the signs. Your headaches, and the way you behaved these last few weeks. I should have --\"

\"It\'s no one\'s fault, Padfoot.\" Remus put his hand on Harry\'s other shoulder. \"Besides, it\'s too late now to point fingers. We\'ll have to deal with it in the best way we can.\"

\"We\'ll have to tell Dumbledore,\" Sirius stated.

\"No!\" Harry didn\'t want Dumbledore to know that he\'d got himself infected. He didn\'t want to have to explain how and why he\'d got himself infected. And he surely didn\'t want to risk having Remus taken away from them.

\"Dumbledore has to know, Harry. He\'s always known about me and was very helpful when I was still at school. Besides, we need the Wolfsbane Potion for you.\"

\"I could brew that,\" Sirius offered, but Remus frowned at him.

\"Sirius, I know you were good in Potions, but you haven\'t touched a cauldron in over fifteen years. And the Wolfsbane Potion is a very complicated potion to brew. We\'ll need Snape\'s expertise for that, especially since Harry got infected in the way he did.\"

\"What do you mean, infected in the way I did?\" Harry asked.

\"I\'ve read all there is to read on werewolves, but I\'ve never heard of a case before where someone got infected because he mated with a wolf. And from what I could see, you\'re responding much differently than I do to the infection. Sure, I get horny as hell during the days around the full moon, but it seems so much more intense for you.\" Remus gave Harry a worried glance. \"What do you feel, Harry?\"

\"It hurts,\" Harry mumbled, suddenly very aware that both Remus and Sirius were staring at him intently. \"It aches and it only goes away when Moony... um... fucks me. But the pain always comes back again.\"

\"Does it ache now?\" Remus asked softly, leaning closer so Harry could feel his warm breath on his ear.

\"No, but it itches. It always starts as an itch, and then it aches, and then I need it.\"

\"Hmm. I\'ve never heard of that before,\" Remus mused. \"I usually feel weak and tired and very horny before the full moon, but it never aches. It must have something to do with how you got infected, although I don\'t think it will influence your transformation.\"

Transformation.

That word hit Harry in the head with the force of ten bludgers, and it suddenly all became clear.

\"I\'m a werewolf, aren\'t I?\" he whispered as the world seemed to disappear from under him, and he was falling through darkness since there was nothing left. But then there were arms, strong arms catching him.

Harry tightened his fingers in Remus\' robes, pressing himself against a warm, firm body while he felt an equally warm, firm body embrace him from behind. Sirius and Remus had their arms wrapped around him, and secured him to the bed, to the present, to reality. Harry buried his face in the nape of Remus\' neck, feeling Sirius\' face leaning on his shoulder.

\"I\'m so sorry,\" he whispered against rough skin, his breath hitching. He didn\'t deserve them. Didn\'t deserve to have Sirius and Remus hold him and stroke his back and his arms and his head. It was all his own stupid fault, fucking up his own life and endangering Remus\' and betraying Sirius\' trust. He didn\'t deserve them.

\"You\'re not alone in this, Harry,\" Sirius whispered against his ear.

But he was so very grateful that he had them nonetheless.

\"There\'s nothing to be sorry about. It happened. There\'s nothing we can change about that now.\" Remus pulled back a little and cupped Harry\'s chin, looking him in his eyes. \"We\'ll get you through this, don\'t worry. Yes, it\'s painful, and yes, you\'ll be leading a double life from now on, but it is not the end of the world. Trust me.\"

Harry nodded and rubbed his cheek against Remus\' shoulder. He did trust Remus. And Sirius. And he believed them when they said he wasn\'t alone.

\"And don\'t forget that you\'re dealing with Marauders here. We managed to keep Moony\'s secret for all those years. I\'m sure we can keep this one as well.\" Sirius\' voice was tainted with pride and a certain smugness that Harry had come to associate with his godfather whenever he spoke about their days at school. Sirius nuzzled the short hairst ast above his neck and rubbed his back. Harry curled into those touches, letting out a satisfied sigh until the itch returned, persistent and almost aching.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Harry tensed between the two bodies that had felt so wonderful and warm and safe just moments before, but which were now a cause of discomfort, because they were so close and yet not close enough.

\"Is it aching again?\" Remus asked, stroking Harry\'s cheek with gentle care.

\"It\'s starting to, yes,\" Harry said, dropping his hands to tighten them in the sheets beneath them.

\"Well, we know what helped you before. Perhaps we should try that again.\" Remus glanced over Harry\'s shoulder at Sirius with a questioning look. Harry couldn\'t see his godfather\'s response, but then Remus smiled and looked at him.

\"If you want us to, that is.\"

\"Um...\" Harry blinked and licked his lips. \"You mean...both of you?\"

Remus nodded. \"If you don\'t want that, perhaps there\'s --\"

\"Oh, no. It\'s... um... fine.\" Harry fidgeted with the sheets, feeling his cheeks flush and his throat constrict. It was better than fine. It was like an erotic dream come true. A very erotic dream, and the itch in his sac intensified while his cock throbbed for attention.

\"All right. Let\'s just see how this goes, shall we?\" Remus cupped Harry\'s face, running his thumbs over Harry\'s cheeks, and then lowered his face to press his lips to Harry\'s.

Despite his anxiety and even a little embarrassment, Harry opened his mouth and bravely met Remus\' tongue with his own. It was almost familiar to kiss Remus, because Remus smelled like Moony and even tasted a bit like Moony, but it was so much better to kiss Remus than Moony, because their mouths fit and Remus\' tongue was soft and slick and swiped around his own tongue in practiced strokes. Harry released the sheets and curled his hands in Remus\' hair, pulling him closer, opening his mouth wider, eager to taste all he could of Remus.

Then a warm hand slid under his robes and strong fingers grabbed his cock, stroking the engorged flesh in a teasing rhythm. Harry gasped as he pulled back from Remus and looked over his shoulder to see Sirius give him a very cheeky grin.

\"I\'ve wanted to do this since the start of this summer.\" Sirius gave Harry\'s prick a gentle squeeze. \"No, strike that. I\'ve wanted to do this ever since I walked in on you last year, playing with yourself.\"

Moaning, Harry spread his thighs and bucked his hips up, driving his cock further into Sirius\' tight fist. \"You have?\" he asked in disbelief.

Sirius brushed his lips across Harry\'s cheek. \"I\'m only human,\" he whispered, and tilted Harry\'s chin up with his free hand, crushing his lips to his godson\'s. Harry\'s eyes fluttered shut as he leaned back against Sirius, his hips still impatiently rocking against Sirius\' hand, and his tongue seeking the familiarity of Sirius\' mouth. It felt different than kissing Remus, not better or worse, just different. Remus was forceful but in a very gentle way, while Sirius was rough and demanding.

Returning the kiss as well and as eagerly as he could, Harry sagged against Sirius\' warm body until he felt fingers pulling on the buttons of his robes. Feeling high with arousal and the idea of having real sex with two real men, Harry pulled away from the heated kiss, leaning the back of his head on Sirius\' shoulder to see Remus sitting beside him naked, slowly pulling Harry\'s robes off his shoulders.

Sucking his bottom lip between his teeth, Harry glanced down and watched in anxious fascination how his own pale skin was revealed as his robes fell open to his sides. For the first time, Harry saw someone else\'s hand wrapped around his stiff cock, and the sight of that was surreal and enchanting and hypnotic, and he forgot to breathe as he watched Sirius\' fingers tighten around his prick, stroking it from root to tip.

Two hands slid up his bare thighs, fingers spread and kneading softly, and Harry inhaled through clenched teeth. Remus ran the tips of his fingers across Harry\'s sac, pushing against it, fondling Harry\'s testicles in the palm of his hand.

\"Oh fuck,\" Harry gasped, arching his back when he felt Sirius pinch one of his sensitive nipples, and he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to Sirius\' cheek, breathing roughly against the stubble on his godfather\'s skin.

Sirius squeezed the base of his cock, hard this time, before releasing it. \"Take it easy, Harry. There\'s still a lot more to come.\" Pinching both his nipples, Sirius kissed Harry, slow strokes of his tongue across Harry\'s lips, and pulled back, reaching for his own robes.

Harry felt dizzy again, but not the kind of dizziness that had plagued him over the past three weeks. This was the kind that came with the strong urge to rut and stroke and lick and come, and Harry bucked his hips up helplessly, meeting nothing but thin air. Remus held on to Harry\'s hips with both hands, gazing down at Harry\'s cock with the same starving look Harry had seen on Moony so many times. Harry opened his mouth to speak or groan, but nothing came out save for ragged breaths.

Remus shifted and Harry saw a hard, pulsing cock poking up between Remus\' thighs. It looked just like he had imagined it would: masculine and thick and with an angry, red head, small, clear drops glistening around the slit. Before he knew what he was doing, Harry reached out his hand and curled his fingers around Remus\' cock, licking his lips and letting out a very wanton whine.

\"Can I...?\" Harry glanced up at Remus, who was looking at him with hungry eyes. \"I want to... taste it.\"

His lips curling up in a mischievous grin, Remus pushed himself back on the bed, laying down and spreading his legs, and then he nodded at Harry. \"You have a very talented mouth, Harry, so don\'t hold anything back.\"

The tiny stab of disappointment he\'d felt when he\'d been forced to let go of Remus\' cock was quickly replaced with an overwhelming, electrifying feeling that stirred his blood when Harry saw Remus lying there, spread out for him to do with as he wanted. Harry didn\'t even know where to begin, because there was so much of Remus that he wanted to touch and taste and lick and bite and suck.

Turning around and crawling up the bed until he kneeled between Remus\' spread legs, Harry yanked his glasses off and threw them in the direction of the nightstand. He wouldn\'t need them when he devoured Remus whole. Harry didn\'t know if it was the infection that made him feel his way or his rampant teenage hormones, but he wanted to pin Remus to the bed and thrust against him and in him and drown him in his come.

Remus gave him a sly smile, raising his arms above his head, spreading himself out even further. \"Tell me how you feel, Harry.\"

\"I feel hungry,\" Harry moaned, without even realizing what he was saying. He heard fabric moving and then felt the bed dip behind him. Peeking over his shoulder, he saw Sirius, naked, sitting against the footboard with his knees drawn up and his thighs spread, stroking himself leisurely while he watched them through narrowed eyes.

\"Tell me what you want to do,\" Remus whispered.

Harry snapped his gaze back to Remus, taking in his lean form, not as broad and muscled as Sirius was, but pale, scarred skin that covered slender, tight muscles on angular bones. \"I want to lick you,\" he breathed.

\"Then lick me.\"

With something that sounded very much like a growl, Harry threw himself at Remus and attached his mouth to the first piece of flesh he could find: the side of Remus\' throat. He laved his tongue across the rough stubble and the scarred skin, and felt Remus tangle one hand in his hair, urging his head lower. Trailing a wet path across Remus\' throat, Harry licked his Adam\'s apple before mouthing his way further down. He raked his teeth across Remus\' collarbone and licked across his shoulder down to Remus\' armpit.

\"That\'s it, Harry. Don\'t hold it back. Just let it out,\" Remus groaned, and Harry lapped across the soft hairs, taking in the familiar scent that was so much like Moony\'s. He pulled his head up and stared at Remus, the tips of his fingers digging into Remus\' shoulders.

\"I want to bite you,\" he growled, baring his teeth.

\"Then bite me.\"

The uncomfortable itch had been replaced with a feral urge that inflamed his nerves and gave him a sense of freedom he hadn\'t even felt when Moony had fucked him. He crushed his lips against Remus\' chest and found an erect nipple. Drawing his teeth up and down the small nub, he bit down on the flesh that surrounded it, making Remus arch his back up and inhale sharply.

Harry dragged his teeth down Remus\' chest, feeling angular ribs just below furry skin. Raking his fingers across Remus\' body, Harry tweaked his nipples while his mouth caressed every scar he found. Not quite realizing what he was doing, Harry was drawn to a patch of thick, scarred skin on Remus\' side, and he tilted his head up just a bit to look at it. This was *the* scar, he realized. The wound that had infected Remus, and Harry ran his fingertips across the welt before darting his tongue out and laving it across that one thing that connected them more strongly than any blood or family bond ever could.

Hissing, Remus tightened his fingers in Harry\'s hair, pressing his mouth down on the marred flesh. Harry could taste blood though he hadn\'t draw any and smell a rainy forest while he was indoors. He knew it was the infection, the connection, that was playing with his mind, but he didn\'t care because it made him feel powerful and savage and free.

Lapping at the scar, Harry pressed his hips down to the bed, rubbing his swollen cock against the crumpled sheets, unable to resist the urgent need to climax. But then a strong arm reached under his hips, pulling him up, and a broad hand squeezed his cock.

\"Not so fast, Harry,\" Sirius breathed against his skin while he pressed open-mouthed kisses on Harry\'s shoulder.

Lifting his head, eyes closed, Harry could only feel that torturous grip on his cock, and he bucked his hips in a silent plea for Sirius to stop squeezing and start stroking, but Sirius was cruel and only squeezed harder.

\"Do you want to fuck Remus?\" Sirius whispered into his ear, his breath warm and moist and promising against Harry\'s skin.

\"Y-yes,\" Harry moaned, slowly opening his eyes to look down at Remus, who gave him a half-smile in return.

\"Do you want to fuck Remus while I fuck you?\" Sirius licked the soft spot of skin just below Harry\'s ear, making Harry jerk his hips helplessly.

\"P-please,\" Harry whimpered, unable to take his eyes off Remus, who had released Harry\'s head and had wrapped his hand around his own cock, holding it up while running a single finger over the slick head. Harry licked his lips.

\"Suck me,\" Remus ordered, and that firm tone of voice was Harry\'s undoing, and he could do nothing but obey it. Gripping Remus\' hips, Harry lowered his open mouth around Remus\' prick. Sucking and licking and raking his teeth up the hard flesh, Harry faintly realized that this was much better than sucking Moony\'s erection. It tasted less bitter and the skin was softer and the cock bigger, and Harry tried to take as much of it into his mouth as he could without choking. Remus wound his finger in Harry\'s hair again and urged his head down further.

\"I know you can take more, Harry,\" Remus breathed, and Harry took more, closing his eyes against the invading length in his throat.

\"Oh yes, that\'s it. Suck it. Hard.\"

Remus\' tone held some sort of invisible control over Harry, and while he swallowed around Remus\' prick Harry wondered if it was the infection or if he actually liked to be ordered around like that.

\"Spread your legs,\" Sirius said, running a hand down Harry\'s back.

Harry began to suspect he just liked being ordered around, because he immediately obeyed Sirius, eager for anything his godfather wanted to do with him.

Sirius\' long hair tickled his back as Sirius shifted on the bed and settled between Harry\'s legs. Holding Harry\'s hips in place with one hand, Sirius ran his thumb down between Harry\'s buttocks, stabbing it against his entrance. Harry moaned around Remus\' cock, pushing his arse back against his godfather\'s hand.

\"Oh, you\'re an eager little thing, aren\'t you?\" Sirius breathed against his lower back, licking his way down, and biting down on the round flesh of Harry\'s arse cheek. Taking deep breaths through his nose, Harry worked the underside of Remus\' cock with his tongue, one of his hands trailing down to squeeze Remus\' sac.

\"Hold still for a second, Harry,\" Sirius said, and Harry stiffened, choking around Remus\' cock when he suddenly felt a stream of magic tingle inside his arse. Gasping for air, Remus\' prick slipped from Harry\'s mouth as he rested his cheek on Remus\' hip, his fingers still playing with the soft skin of Remus\' sac. Remus stroked his hair and grabbed the base of his cock, rubbing the slick head over Harry\'s moist lips.

\"Just a cleaning spell,\" Sirius said as he grabbed Harry\'s arse and parted the cheeks with his thumbs.

\"Moony\'s saliva and sperm can\'t infect you orally,\" Remus said while he lifted his head off the pillow and gave Sirius an amused smile.

\"I know. But it\'s the principle. Moony\'s been getting some all this time while I\'ve been stuck wanking in my room. I have no desire to dab my tongue around in Moony\'s spunk.\"

While Remus rolled his eyes and snorted, Harry wondered what the hell the other two men were talking about. His ears were pounding and his vision was blurred and he had a very hard time keeping up with reality while Remus was rubbing the head of his cock over his face and Sirius was fondling his arse. There was something about a tongue, and Harry looked up over his shoulder. Surely Sirius wasn\'t going to stick his tongue there?

Apparently he was, because there was something warm and wet stabbing at his entrance, and Harry shivered when it broke through the tight ring of muscles and stroked the inside of his arse.

\"Holy fuck,\" he gasped, and lowered his face to Remus\' hip again, looking up at Remus with wide eyes.

\"You didn\'t think only Moony likes to lick a tight arse, did you?\" Remus asked, and Harry felt his face flush. Remus snickered, prespressed the head of his cock against Harry\'s mouth.

\"Just suck on it a bit, and enjoy the ride. Sirius is quite adept with his tongue.\"

Sirius let out a grunt of agreement as he worked his lips around Harry\'s entrance and slid his tongue in and out of Harry\'s hole. Sucking the head of Remus\' prick into his mouth, pushing his tongue against the leaking slit, Harry relaxed and concentrated on the feeling of Sirius\' mouth on his arse. It felt different than Moony doing that to him, because Sirius seemed to know what he was doing; he didn\'t just lick, but sucked as well, causing a teasing tension that tingled all around Harry\'s lower back.

Too soon all those intense sensations became too much for Harry, and he released Remus\' cock with a soft pop. \"Please,\" he moaned, pushing back against Sirius\' mouth, barely resisting the urge to reach down and stroke himself to climax. \"Please, I need more.\"

While Sirius pulled back with a final lick over his pucker, Remus pushed himself up on his elbows and drew his knees up to his body, exposing himself to Harry who sat back on his haunches, looking at Remus\' entrance with wide eyes. The feral urge was gone, replaced by the realization that he was having sex with Sirius and Remus, and that notion was both thrilling and scary. Since he didn\'t quite feel up to proceeding on his own, Harry felt very grateful when Sirius reached for the spilled bottle of hand lotion and kneeled down beside him.

\"Now comes a very important part,\" Sirius whispered conspiratorially. \"Preparation.\" He scooped up a large amount of lotion from the jar and spread it over his fingers. Grabbing Harry\'s left hand with his right, Sirius smeared the lotion over Harry\'s fingers as he weaved them together, save for his index finger, which he pushed against Harry\'s, holding it up.

Harry watched in amazement as Sirius guided their hands to Remus\' pucker, and pushed both their index fingers inside. Remus clenched his arse around the intrusion before he relaxed and let out a soft moan. Leaning his chin on Harry\'s shoulder, Sirius pushed Harry\'ngernger around inside Remus, and Harry was surprised at how hot and soft it felt.

\"Okay, now we\'re going to tease his prostate a bit,\" Sirius whispered while he nudged Harry\'s finger up until it pressed against a tiny nub.

\"His prosta -- oh, the spot that tingles,\" Harry said while stroked the tip of his finger over where he thought that spot was, and from the way Remus inhaled and clenched his muscles around their fingers Harry figured he\'d aimed pretty well.

\"Tingles? I always like to think of it as that amazing little gland that can turn any grown man into a puddle of goo, but hey, tingles works as well.\" Sirius chuckled, but before Harry had the chance to feel embarrassed about his own statement, he felt something hard and slick press against his own entrance. Without thinking, he raised his arse, and he felt Sirius push two fingers inside of him.

Gasping, Harry rocked back against Sirius\' hand and shivered at the full sensation in his arse he\'d come to like so much over these last few weeks. Sirius slid his fingers in and out of Harry\'s channel with the same rhythm as their fingers working Remus\' hole, and Harry watched how his and his godfather\'s digits opened Remus\' puckered ring.

\"He can take more,\" Sirius whispered, nudging his middle finger against Harry\'s until he raised it. When they pushed their four fingers inside, Remus threw his head back and bucked down hard, gritting his teeth and letting out a strangled groan.

\"Oh, he likes that, don\'t you, love?\" Sirius teased, pressing a third finger inside Harry and stroking over his prostate mercilessly.

\"Quit teasing and start fucking,\" Remus growled, and Harry, who was slowly turning into that puddle of goo Sirius had talked about earlier, whispered: \"I agree.\"

Biting down on Harry\'s shoulder and muttering something about impatient mutts, Sirius pulled their fingers out of Remus, and shifted behind Harry again. Remus reached for a pillow and pushed it under his hips while Harry gave him a questioning look.

\"It\'ll make it a bit easier,\" Remus said, and Sirius spread his three fingers inside Harry\'s entrance, making Harry forget what Remus was referring to anyway. Sirius pushed both of them forward as Harry felt his fingers slip from his arse, quickly replaced by something big and blunt pressing against his entrance.

\"Just relax,\" Sirius whispered into his ear, his hair stroking pleasantly over Harry\'s shoulder and neck. Taking deep breaths, Harry tried his best to relax as Sirius pushed his cock forward and breached the tight pucker. Spreading Harry\'s legs wider with his knees, Sirius slung his arm around Harry\'s hips, and pulled him back, impaling him on his prick. Clawing at the sheets, Harry trembled under the sudden invasion, opening him up in a way Moony\'s erection had never been able to. Sirius\' prick was so much bigger than Moony\'s, and so much thicker as well, filling Harry in a way he could only describe to himself as complete.

When he\'d sheathed himself inside Harry completely, Sirius stilled, giving Harry a moment to catch his breath and relax around his cock. Moving both of them forward a bit more, Sirius wrapped his still slick fingers around Harry\'s cock, and stroked it a few times before he grabbed the base and pressed the shining head against Remus\' entrance.

Harry could do nothing else but watch open-mouthed, still reeling that Sirius\' cock was actually buried inside his arse, as his own prick pressed against Remus\' pucker. Letting out a deep breath, Remus grabbed the back of his knees and pulled his legs up more while Sirius slid Harry\'s cock inside Remus\' body.

\"Yesss,\" Remus hissed, and Harry forgot to breathe as his prick was suddenly enveloped by Remus\' tight, warm hole. He shifted forward, placing his hands on top of Remus\' chest, but still a bit anxious to actually move his cock inside of Remus\' arse.

\"And now,\" Sirius whispered as he leaned down over Harry\'s back, one arm firmly wrapped around Harry\'s waist and the other one pressing down on Harry\'s hip, \"we fuck.\"

\"Oh, wow,\" Harry moaned when Sirius pulled both of them back and thrust forward. It was the most amazing feeling Harry had ever felt, something hard and hot sliding inside his body while his own cock stabbed inside a tight hole. The itch was gone and the feral urge was gone and what was left was sheer pleasure and feeling hot and safe and loved and it was better than Harry had ever thought sex could be.

He was flying and he was falling and he was living and he didn\'t even notice when Sirius stopped moving and he was fucking himself on Sirius\' prick while thrusting forward hard inside Remus because he was too wrapped up in the brilliance of it all to notice anything but good and great and bloody hot and hoping he would never come so he would be stuck with Sirius\' cock inside his arse and his prick inside Remus\' hole for the rest of his life.

He could hear strangled moans and grunted groans around him, some of which were probably his own, and he looked at Remus\' face, eyes narrowed and mouth opened and panting, without really seeing it, and he felt Remus stroke his own prick fast without really feeling it, because he was fucking and he was being fucked and his cock was throbbing as his sac tightened.

Someone let out a sharp cry, and it took Harry a moment before he realized that he had been to one to voice his climax so loudly. His cock spurting and his body convulsing in Sirius\' arms, Harry thought he\'d pass out as Sirius thrust inside him savagely. When us sus stiffened and came and let go of him, Harry slumped on top of Remus, feeling Remus\' warm release slick against his sweaty skin.

He was soaring so high, Harry thought he might never come down again, and all he could do was breathe against Remus\' chest while his cock softened inside Remus\' arse and Sirius pulled out of him gently.

He breathed and stared at nothing and was happy and there was no ache and no itch and he was safe and even though he\'d fucked up his life, things would be okay because there were hands stroking his sweat-slicked back and his tousled hair.

\"Do you think we broke him?\" he heard Sirius say somewhere in the distance, and with great effort Harry managed to lift his head and look at his two lovers. Remus looked back at him with one raised eyebrow and Sirius was lying next to Remus, grinning like a Cheshiat. at.

\"\'M fine,\" Harry mumbled, and dropped his head to Remus\' chest again.

\"Come on, Harry. Better to pass out on the bed than on Remus.\"

He felt hands grab his shoulders and pull him off that wonderful warm body, and then he was lying on soft sheets and two warm bodies pressed against him from either side. Shifting on his back, Harry forced his eyes open and stared up at the ceiling, his mind slowly descending back into his body.

\"How are you feeling?\" Remus asked, shifting on his side so he could look at Harry.

\"Brilliant,\" Harry whispered, before grinning so widely his cheeks hurt. He\'d had real sex with real men, and not just any men, but Sirius and Remus, something he wouldn\'t have dared hoped for even in his wildest dreams. He turned his head, and looked from Remus to Sirius and back. \"Can we... um... do this more often?\"

\"As often as you like,\" Remus said with a smile, before Sirius cleared his throat.

\"May I remind Mr Potter that his two lovers are not teenagers anymore and thus need a few hours to recover after a sublime shag like this?\"

\"Speak for yourself,\" Remus said with a teasing snort.

\"Werewolf stamina doesn\'t count,\" Sirius objected, pointing an accusing finger at Remus. Shifting on his side, Sirius leaned up on his elbow, and pressed a kiss on Harry\'s forehead. \"It helped you with your itches and aches, didn\'t it? Well, it helped me with certain itches as well, so I see no reason not to do it again.\"

Harry smiled, leaned up to kiss Sirius\' lips, and turned his face to kiss Remus. While he missed Moony in a way, he had to admit to himself that this was a much better deal. There they were, all spent and come-covered and sweaty, and Harry couldn\'t remember ever feeling this relaxed and sated.

\"He\'ll need a nickname,\" Remus said, running his fingers through Harry\'s hair.

\"How about imbecile,\" Sirius suggested, and Harry looked up at his godfather in mock annoyance.

\"I was thinking of dunderhead.\" Remus gave Harry a very innocent look. Harry frowned at him in return.

\"No, let\'s not do Snape any favors, shall we?\" Sirius ran his hand over Harry\'s chest, his brow furrowed, appearing to be deep in thought. \"He\'s a bit of a Blue Moony, isn\'t he?\"

Remus burst out in laughtend ind it was deep and rich and it enveloped Harry like a warm blanket. He felt Sirius chuckle against him, but he had no idea why they were laughing.

\"What\'s so funny about that?\" he asked in confusion.

\"When there are two full moons in one month, the second full moon is known as a Blue Moon,\" Remus explained, and Harry snickered.

\"It\'s not so bad,\" he said, thinking that it would be kind of cool if he were named after Moony in some way.

\"We\'ll see,\" said Sirius, mindlessly swirling the tip of his finger around one of Harry\'s nipples. \"You can\'t give yourself a nickname. We get to come up with one for you. I named Remus Moony, and James came up with Padfoot.\"

At the mention of his father, Harry tensed, feeling a bit anxious all of a sudden and not sure why. Both Remus and Sirius stayed silent, appearing to be lost in their own thoughts.

\"What would my parents think of this?\" Harry asked, and then added as an afterthought: \"Of me?\"

Sirius flopped down on his back, running both his hands over his face. \"Honestly, Harry, I haven\'t a bloody clue what your parents would think of this, besides that James would have my bollocks for having sex with you, and Remus\' for infecting you.\"

\"Oh,\" said Harry, blinking up at the ceiling.

\"I think your parents would want you to be happy.\" Remus gave Harry a reassuring smile. \"They wouldn\'t have wished for this to happen, just as all of us wish for a lot of things not to happen, but they happen anyway. And all we can do is deal with them the best we can and move on.\"

\"Yeah,\" Sirius agreed. \"What Remus said.\"

\"Well, I want this,\" Harry said, his tone determined and his brow furrowed. \"Because it... um... makes me happy. So I hope you want this too.\"

\"We do, Harry. We do.\" Sirius shifted closer to him and leaned his head against Harry\'s, their bodies pressing against each other comfortably. \"While I don\'t think we\'ll have any problems rutting away the rest of the summer, we do need a plan for when you get back to Hogwarts.\"

Suddenly, Harry didn\'t look forward anymore to going back to Hogwarts. While he did want to see his friends again, things would be different. He\'d be stuck in a similar situation as Remus had been all those years ago: having to hide a side of himself and being forced to lie about that to people. Things would be so much simpler if he could just stay here, lying snug between Remus and Sirius, where things were safe and comfortable.

\"I think there are plenty of ways to see Harry at Hogwarts, especially around the days of the full moon, when he\'ll need us the most to help with certain... urges.\" Remus grinned at Harry, who nodded silently. \"We could ask Dumbledore to set up a warded floo connection between this house and the Shrieking Shack. There are countless possibilities to deal with this.\"

\"It\'s just one more year,\" Sirius whispered and nuzzled Harry\'s ear. \"We\'ll find a safe way. You won\'t be alone, don\'t you worry.\"

\"Thanks,\" Harry said, feeling so grateful he could feel himself choke up, but he swallowed it back immediately.

\"I could sleep for a week,\" Remus said as he pressed a kiss to Harry\'s shoulder before burying his nose in Harry\'s hair and closing his eyes.