in dreams

both these characters are the creation of the fabulous jk rowling, i have merely taken them for my puppets. i am not profiting from this story.

I wake suddenly, the images from my dream still displayed in vivid colour behind my eyelids. If I were to look in the mirror would I see the memories reflected, small and indistinct, in my eyes? Not real memories of course. I have few true memories of him. But in my dreams he whispers other truths to me, truths that blaze through my body to places he never touched when he was alive. I lay in bed alone, nude, tensed in anticipation of the pleasure to come, trying to relax enough to at least nap.
I thought they were nightmares once, at first. Who wouldn’t? The man I had come to love as the closest thing I had to a father was touching me in ways I had never imagined possible between two men.
It was late, I dozed, and I fell asleep. Did I hope the dreams would come? Yes, almost as much as I once dreaded their coming.

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The door opens and I see his silhouette against the hall light.
“Are you awake?”
His voice is soft, as if he supposes I am asleep and does not wish to wake me.
“Yes.”
“May I come in?”
“Yes,” what else can I say to him?
“Are you ok? I… I just mean… can I come in?”
He hesitates in the entrance despite having permission to enter.
I see him hover on the threshold and I know I must do nothing to encourage him. This man before me must not be frightened off.
I look at him outlined against the harsh glow. I know that when better lit he is undeniably attractive. He lies in my bed, his dark hair spread across my pillow, splayed over the pale covers.
“Hold me,” he says.
So I do.
As he lies next to me I spoon up against the back of his body. I feel the muscles across his shoulders undulate as I lean into him, strong cords writhing under the silk of his skin. I touch his chest, wrapping my arms about him from behind, my fingers brush his nipples, oh so soft, and so swiftly hard. He trys not to squirm against me as I touch him but his firm arse against my cock makes me think wicked thoughts, do wicked things. My hands move lower than his nipples, shadowing the thin line of hair on his belly leading to his cock, he gasps as my fingers trail down to the sensitive skin just above where his shaft joins him. He squirms again against me. I wriggle back against him, I am hard from the demonstration of his arousal, I think this shocks him. He trys to pull away, however I merely pull him closer to me.
“We can’t,” he whispers almost inaudibly
“We can. We are.”
“No! I promised I’d take care of you”
“Sirius,” I say his name for the first time and he tenses even more,
“You are going to do just that, I need taking care of tonight.”
I let the heat I feel touch the edge of my voice and he shivers.
The boy I was when he was alive would never have dared go this far, but years of experience have turned me into a man; now I know what I want and I will not stop until I get it.
My hand closes over his cock and I feel it throb gently as, again, he tenses.
“Relax.”
I breathe hot into his ear. I slowly move my hand up his shaft to the swollen head of him, already slippery from his pre-cum, my hand slides over and around and he moans. I know now I have him.
“Fuck Harry, please, I, I,” he cannot articulate and moans again. The sound of him makes my own dick jump, the pit of my stomach tightens, I love that I make him feel like this. I love that he cannot hold in the desperate sounds, I love that he doesn’t want to hold them in.
My hand continues its movements on his cock, slow and tortuous. I start to whisper to him and I feel him get even harder, who would have guessed that was possible?
“I’m going to keep touching you like this, you’ll like that wont you?”
Another incoherent groan,
“I’m going to keep my hand on your cock and you’ll love it, you love it now, I can tell by the way you’re squirming next to me. You love that I’m in charge, don’t you? You love that I am in control.”
He tries to say something,
“No Sirius, I am in charge. I’m going to turn you over soon. I’m going to lay you on your front with that throbbing ache under you. I’m going to fuck you Sirius. I’m going to tongue your arse until you open for me and I’m going to fuck you ‘til I cum up you, ‘til you make me scream as I fuck you. I’m hard for you, I want to do this, I’m going to do this and you can’t stop me can you? You love this too much, you love how I’m going to use you, you want me to do it all don’t you, to use you like the filthy dirty man you are.”
Whispering my fantasies into his ear I continue stroking up and down the length of him, my own cock trembles in the open air desperate to fulfil my promises. I turn him over, now he lays face down, that sensitive skin rubbing on the sheets beneath us.
“If you want me to I’ll stop,” my voice is husky as I give him his chance to deny everything I believe about his wants.
“If you stop I’ll turn you over and fuck you instead Harry, please, please, please, please…”
His voice dies away as he pleads with me to carry on.
I part his legs roughly exposing my final goal. I lick up from his perineum, the barest of touches. He shudders and groans again.
“Shut up!” I know he can’t, but I don’t care, this once I want to see him try to stay silent. He quietens and I lick again, this time barely a whimper escapes him. I keep my murmured promise and move up the crack of his arse until I reach his anus, I blow gently across the skin, he shudders but stays silent even as I move closer and taste him for the first time. My tongue slowly breaches him, ever so slightly penetrating him. I do this for a while, licking, tasting, feeling him writhe. Then I pull back, I place the head of my cock against his hole, lubed up with my spit to allow me to enter, but not too easily, I want him to feel violated by me, I want him to ache tomorrow and know that I topped him and he liked it.
“Now scream for me Sirius,”
I thrust forward, impaling myself deep in him in one forceful shove. He struggles under me and I know it hurts him, it almost hurts me, he‘s tight and dry. I pull out and force my way back in again.
He screams, partly from the hot pain, but partly in pleasure. As I enter him over and over he starts to move against me,
“Fuck Harry, fuck me, fuck me, keep doing that, but deeper, please Harry.”
I start to lose control, my thrusts turn into fast wild jerks as my pleasure overtakes me.
“I’m going to cum, I’m gonna cum right up your arse Sirius.”

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I wake, drenched in sweat, as I cum.
“Sirius,” I sigh his name as tears stream down my face, how can I miss something I’ve only had in dreams?


well thanks for reading my very first fanfic attempt. hope you enjoyed it?any comments good/bad about plot/style/spellingwhatever would really be appreciated