Truth Imprisoned

Sirius woke early from an incredibly vivid dream. Harry submitting to him wasn’t a new image, but this dream had seemed more real than anything he’d previously experienced. He decided on a cold shower and was surprised that icicles didn’t start to form given the temperature he had it at.

He dressed and went down for breakfast, hoping to keep himself under control when he saw Harry. For some reason, an image of Harry’s ass tinted from a spanking kept creeping into his mind. Even in the process of walking down the stairs, the picture returned and he found himself desperately trying not to get hard.

Harry was already sitting at the dining room table. A bowl of porridge looked extremely cold given the amount still in the bowl. Harry was poking it with a spoon without apparently any intention of eating it.

“Morning,” Sirius said, trying his best to sound cheerful. His greeting had no effect on Harry, who just kept staring at his porridge. Something was bothering him and Sirius would have to be blind not to see it.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

There was a long pause. Harry prodded at his porridge some more, almost as though he hadn’t heard the question. Then, at last, he spoke.

“I did a spell last night,” he admitted. “I needed to know how you felt about me.” Sirius felt himself go pale, the blood draining completely from his face. The dream that had been so vivid. Had Harry seen? Had he seen how Sirius had wanted to own him? Did he now hate Sirius? Did he fear him?

“I’m sorry,” Harry whispered.

“No, I’m sorry,” Sirius told him. “I understand if you don’t want to stay with me, but you don’t have to worry. I won’t do anything to you that you don’t want.”

“I know,” Harry looked up then, his eyes meeting Sirius’. Eyes full of trust and love. “I saw enough to know I can trust you completely. You wanted me to submit willingly, because I love you.” There was a pause. “And I do.”

Sirius was still dreaming. Either that or he needed to go to St Mungo’s and have his ears completely checked out, because there was no way Harry could have just said what it sounded like he just said. Sirius just stared open mouthed, his brain trying to process what he’d just heard. Finally, he managed to open his mouth and say something.

“You. . . wha. . . you?”

“I love you,” Harry said. Sirius mouthed opened and closed a few times but no sound came out. He tried to get himself under some semblance of control. As he struggled with this, Harry started to speak again.

“I needed to know how you felt because I didn’t want to push you into a relationship you didn’t want. I want to be with you. You’re not my father and you never will be. You’re my friend, probably the closest friend I’ve ever had. I wasn’t going to risk losing that unless I was sure this was something we both wanted.”

“You want to be with me?” Sirius managed to ask. Harry nodded. “You want to belong to me?” There was a moment’s hesitation, then Harry nodded again.

“You’re sure?” Sirius didn’t want this to be a mistake. He didn’t think he could survive that.

“I’m not sure,” Harry answered honestly, “I don’t think I can be sure until we try it. And I want to try.” Sirius stared at Harry for a long while, looking into his eyes. He felt as though he might need a year or so to completely come to terms with Harry’s statement. Harry had looked inside his mind, seen what he wanted to do, and still wanted to be with him.

Sirius leapt from his chair with suddenness that startled Harry, and met his lips in a passionate, loving kiss.

Whichever previous occupant of this house had decided on putting a bedroom on the ground floor probably hadn’t considered that it might be used by two people too desperate to take the time to go upstairs. As it was, clothing littered the floor on the short route from the dining room to the spare bedroom, Harry and Sirius kissing and stripping as they hurried to get there. They’d wasted too much time already.

Harry was completely naked and already hard when he collapsed down onto the bed. Sirius, equally naked, was astride him, peppering Harry’s chest and shoulders with kisses and sucks. Harry’s back arched and he threw his head back as Sirius sucked hard on a nipple.

“Are you sure you want this?” Sirius asked one last time. Harry just nodded, his breathing too ragged for him to attempt speech. Sirius reached beside the bed for his wand, dropped in his haste to get undressed.

“Accio lube,” he said, and, moments later, a little tube came flying to his hand.

“Is this your first time?” he asked Harry, who nodded again. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” Sirius told him, then helped him roll onto his front, “it’ll be easier this way.” Sirius thoroughly lubed up one finger then smeared some more on Harry’s ass, pushing it gently around and inside his anus. Harry hissed as the first finger pushed in, and Sirius moved slowly, sliding the slick digit in between the taut muscle.

“Sh,” Sirius murmured, “relax.” He felt Harry beginning to do just that as the finger moved gently. Then he added a finger, allowing Harry to adjust. It was just like the dream, only without the rosy colouring on Harry’s ass. He didn’t want to frighten Harry away, especially not since this was his first. He wanted this to be a memory Harry treasured forever.

As Sirius’ roving fingers found his sweet spot, Harry arched off the bed, crying out wordlessly in pleasure and need. Sirius smiled at the reaction, watching as Harry gasped around the desire such a simple touch could send through him.

“You like that?” Sirius asked.

“Yes! Oh God, yes!” Sirius obligingly rubbed his fingers over the prostate a few more times, feeling Harry relax completely, giving himself over to the sensations. As soon as Sirius thought Harry was stretched enough, he turned his attention to his aching erection, burning with need. Thoroughly lubed, he slid inside Harry’s entrance, pressing into the prepared hole. He hand was snaking underneath Harry to give friction on the erection straining there for release.

He moved slowly at first, then faster, his hand pumping with the same rhythm. It seemed the came at the exact same instant, Sirius spilling his seed in Harry as the cock in his hand shot against the bed sheets.

Sirius rolled bonelessly off Harry, scooping him into his arms. He brushed a strand of dark hair away from those green eyes, an expression of true bliss on Harry’s face.

“Was that what you wanted?” Sirius asked, though Harry’s expression said everything necessary.

“Yes,” Harry breathed. “I want this. I love you.”

***

Harry stood nervously outside the door to the playroom. Sirius had given him two days since the spell to think about whether or not he really wanted this. They had made love several times over those two days, since that was something they both were certain they wanted. Now Harry had made his decision and all it took was a few steps into that room.

He took a deep breath and opened the door.

Those first few paces into the playroom seemed like a vast desert, stretching away to an uncertain end. As he walked over the threshold, he took in the sights surrounding him. The dream from the spell had centred on the bed, meaning that he saw nothing else of the playroom. Now he could see secure cupboards and shelves of strange devices, tables and chairs fitted with restraints and heavy chains, an odd frame of metal and a bizarre object that looked like two steps going to nowhere.

“You can still change your mind,” Sirius told him. For half a moment Harry considered it, then he answered.

“I want this.”

“If you want me to stop, any time within the first month, you only need to tell me and I will. If, after that month, you still want to belong to me, that’ll be it.”

“I understand,” Harry said. Sirius gave him a brief smile and a soft kiss.

“I love you,” he murmured, then his whole demeanour shifted. He ceased to be the caring lover and became something else entirely, something cold and deadly.

“Strip,” he ordered, and Harry did. He didn’t hesitate or attempt to make it erotic, he simply removed his clothes and set them on an empty section of shelving Sirius indicated. Then he stood in front of Sirius again, feeling exposed and extremely vulnerable. Sirius had seen him naked before, but usually they had both been naked. Somehow it was different when Sirius was fully clothed in front of him.

“Kneel.” And Harry knelt, feeling every fibre of the carpet beneath his bare skin.

“If I tell you to come to this room, this is the position I expect you to take up. Understand?” Harry nodded. Sirius’ voice took on a sterner note, “If I ask you a question, I expect you to answer me and to address me as master. Understand?”

“Yes, master,” the second word should have seemed strange, but instead it flowed naturally over Harry’s tongue.

“I will allow you to make any mistake once,” Sirius told him, “but only once. If you repeat the mistake after I have corrected you, you will be punished. I expect my orders to be obeyed instantly and exactly. Understand?”

“Yes, master.”

Sirius smiled again, “Then go to the bed.” Harry stood and obeyed, a dizzying excitement blossoming inside him. If he’d had any doubts before, they were gone now. Seeing Sirius so calm and confident, taking charge so surely, was enough to convince Harry that this was what he wanted. To belong. Forever.

***

THE END

There will be a sequel, probably.