Reflections

A/N: Well, smurff said that I committed a crime by not writing more Harry/Sirius stuff. So, here you are! Necromancer10 wanted me to write a fic with a dominant Harry, which I will probably write next.

-Oh, and I know the mirror was broken, but through the magic of fandom once again, it’s fixed! (I love fandom so much!)

Warning: Solo, kinky use of mirrors

Setting: Well…let’s say Harry’s eighteen.

Pairing: Harry/Sirius

“Reflections”

It was official, Auror training was hell and Harry was finding that out the hard way. The psychological tests were tough, but the physical training sessions were an absolute nightmare. Today, Ron looked as though he were going to pass out and one girl had to be carried away by medi witches. Needless to say, she most likely wouldn’t be coming back.

Harry traipsed into the locker room next to Ron, who was so red in the face that he rivaled a tomato. Ron dropped his belongings to the floor and headed to the showers while Harry slowly began to put his things away in his locker. On one of the top shelves Harry eyed one of his most prized possessions that Harry took with him whenever Sirius was not there: the two way mirror. Thankfully Hermione, being the brilliant which that she was, found a spell to repair the shattered mirror.

Whenever Harry need reassuring after an intense day of training he would channel Sirius, who was always there to make Harry feel on top of the world. Sirius rarely traveled anywhere with Harry, even though he had recently been cleared of all charges and was given a hefty sum from Gringotts for all his suffering. Unfortunately, many people where still weary of him and made strange faces at him when he appeared in public.

Harry heard the water in the shower room shut off, and a few moments later Ron appeared looking much better than when he entered.

“I swear, Harry,” said Ron. “Every time I come home from these things, I have both mum and Hermione fussy over me. It’s ruddy annoying sometimes.”

Harry laughed, “It’s ok, Sirius does it too. Though I’m sure not to the extent that your mum and Hermione do.”

It was Ron’s turn to laugh, “I can’t picture Sirius fussing over anything. But, it must be nice for you two to have your own place. How many girls has Sirius brought home?”

“Just a few,” Harry lied, trying his hardest not to blush thinking of all the things Sirius liked to do to him at night. “People are still suspicious of him.”

“That’s a shame,” Ron said as he finished dressing. “I wish Hermione and I could find a place together, but you know…money is kind of an issue. But, once I finish training I’ll be making all sorts of money.”

After a few moments, Ron apparated out of the locker room back to the burrow. Harry was a little thankful that Ron was gone. He quickly ran back to his locker and took out the two way mirror. In an instant, Sirius’ handsome face was in front of his, spreading a smile across his face.

“Rough day, love?” said Sirius’ smooth voice, practically making Harry melt.

Harry sighed, “You have no idea. Sometimes I wonder why I got myself into this mess.”

“Don’t be silly, Harry. You’re doing so well. Just think, in two more months you’ll be a full fledged Auror!”

Harry smiled at his god father’s confidence in him. Sirius continued to talk, but Harry only half listened. Even through the small mirror, Harry admired his god father’s features. It was hard to believe that only five years ago Sirius had been in Azkaban. To Harry, you couldn’t even tell. Those five years had been very kind to Sirius. His body had now completely filled out and looked toned and healthy. His face no longer bore the marks of imprisonment. For being thirty-eight, Sirius looked incredibly handsome. Harry often found himself checking out Sirius at every possible chance.

“Why don’t you come home now, Harry?” said Sirius.

“I need to shower first,” said Harry dejectedly. “I don’t want to come home all dirty and sweaty.”

Sirius grinned, “But I’ll just make you dirty and sweaty again, love.”

Harry’s cock twitched within the confines of his pants. His mind began swirling with images of Sirius bending him over the kitchen counter or slamming him against the wall, having his way with him over and over. Harry became so aroused by his thoughts that he reached down and rubbed his straining erection through the material of his pants.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” said Sirius in a lustful voice, noticing immediately how aroused Harry was.

“Yes,” Harry breathed.

Sirius gazed at Harry’s blushing face, “You wish I were there right now, don’t you?”
Harry squeezed his cock even harder, “Sirius!”

Harry was so turned on that a wicked idea popped into his head. Placing the mirror on the floor against the wall, Harry muttered ‘engorio’. Instantly, it went from being the size of a paperback book to a full length mirror. Sirius quickly did the same, and now their whole bodies were visible through the mirrors. In his mind, Harry was thanking Hermione a millions times over for fixing the mirror.

“You can be such a clever boy sometimes,” said Sirius.

Sirius was sitting in the living room on one of his favorite arm chairs. His black button up shirt was completely unbuttoned, revealing his lean chest to Harry’s feasting eyes. His black hair was tied in a loose ponytail, a few errant strands falling in front of his face. His dark eyes were so full of passion that Harry swore they would burn a whole right through. All Harry could do was stare at his handsome god father.

Harry smiled evilly, leaning back toward the lockers behind him, “What exactly would you do if I were there with you, Sirius?”

“First off,” said Sirius slowly. “I would kiss that sweet mouth of yours.”

Harry traced his lips with his finger tips, “Then what?”

“Then I would slowly peel your clothes away and gaze at your perfect body. You have no idea what your body does to me, Harry.”

Harry then began to lift his shirt over his head and dropped it at his feet. He could feel Sirius’ gaze on him as he continued to undress himself. Soon, his pants were pooled around his ankles, and he was left completely exposed. It didn’t really occur to him until that moment that someone could walk or apparate right in. That only seemed to heighten Harry’s sense even more.

Sirius could not tear his eyes away from the sight before him. Harry had never looked more wanton than he did right now. His cheeks were stained red and his chest heaved from his heavy breathing. He could see Harry’s legs quivering from the mixture of nervousness and desire. Part of him wanted to apparate to Harry and show him exactly what he wanted to do. But, Harry was calling the shots and he was enjoying the little game they were playing.

Sirius smirked, “And, what would you do to me Harry if you were here with me right now?”

“I’d go on my knees in front of you and start licking and sucking that big, hard cock of yours,” Harry groaned.

“Gods, Harry! Keep talking,” said Sirius, who had taken his cock out of his pants and was stroking it slowly, pretending it was Harry.

“I’d take your whole cock and my mouth and suck it nice and fast the way you like it,” moaned Harry, who was fisting his cock in time with Sirius’ own hand. “Then I’d make you cum so hard you wouldn’t be able to stand.”

“Harry, you’re so good at this,” gasped Sirius, who was becoming even more aroused at the sight of Harry touching himself in front of him.

“Tell me more, Sirius,” Harry begged.

“If you were here, Harry,” Sirius gasped. “I’d throw you onto our bed and turn you over. Then I spread you open before me, and run my tongue all over your tight hole. I know how much you love that.”

Harry cried out, wishing that Sirius were really there to perform what he’d described. He reached behind himself desperately, spread his own cheeks, and ran a cool finger over his aching entrance. He pretended that it was his older lover’s tongue and traced the tight ring of muscle with the tip of his finger.

Sirius was now completely ensnared, “Merlin, Harry…”

“Please, Sirius! Don’t stop!” Harry moaned deeply.

“Afterwards, I take my middle finger and stick it deep inside you. I’d watch you writhe, Harry. Then I’d make you scream so loudly that everyone could hear you…so that everyone would know that you’re mine.”

Harry quickly took his middle finger into his mouth. He thoroughly wet the appendage, noticing Sirius’ intent gaze upon him. Then, reaching behind himself once more, he slowly began sliding his slicked up middle finger inside himself. Sirius could hardly contain himself as Harry cried out.

“Turn around,” Sirius ordered darkly. “I want to see what you do to yourself when I’m not there.”

Harry obediently turned around and sheathed his finger completely inside himself. He leaned forward against the lockers, stabled himself with his other hand, and turned his head so he could still see Sirius. He could see his older lover stroking his thick cock, now covered with copious amounts of pre cum.

“You want to be inside me, don’t you Sirius?” said Harry seductively as he began to thrust the digit in and out slowly. “How badly do you want to fuck me?”

“Slide it in deeper,” Sirius growled. “Pretend it’s me and show me exactly what you want.”

Harry did as Sirius requested and had to hold back a loud cry as his finger tip reached his prostate. His whole body felt as though it were filled with liquid fire. Warning bells went off inside Sirius’ head as he watched his sexy, toned lover finger fuck himself without abandon . It took all the will power and stamina to keep himself from cumming right there. The sight of Harry, bent over with his legs spread sliding his finger in and out his taut body was almost too much to bare.

“Oooh, Sirius!” Harry cried as he added a second finger, believing for a fraction of a second that it really was Sirius touching his body in such an intimate way.

“Faster, Harry,” Sirius gasped, not taking his eyes off his adventurous lover.

Harry thrust the two digits in out of out his tight channel with vigor. He could hear Sirius moaning, which only further fueled his passion. Each time he thrust his fingers inside, he hit his prostate dead on, sending pure electric shock waves up and down his body. He could tell he was getting close, but he didn’t want the incredible feeling running through his body to end.

“That’s right Harry, pretend I’m fucking you,” Sirius growled possessively. “Pretend I’m pounding you with my big cock.”

Harry was now beside himself with so much pleasure that he couldn’t think straight. He closed his eyes tight, imaging Sirius behind him, gripping his hips and impaling his thick, hard cock into his willing body. His whole body shook and was becoming covered with a thick layer of sweat. It was becoming increasingly difficult to stand as his knees began to buckle beneath him.

“Oh god, Sirius!” Harry cried out, thrusting a third finger inside himself. “Fuck me!”

Sirius began stroking his flushed erection in time with Harry’s fingers, pretending he was pounding Harry with everything he had. He squeezed his shaft tightly, trying to duplicate the feeling of Harry’s anal walls crushing around him.

“Do you feel me inside you, Harry?” Sirius snarled.

“Yes!” Harry shrieked. “ Don’t stop! Please!”

Sirius was so close to edge. Harry’s begging was proving to be too much and he couldn’t keep his eyes off his gorgeous lover. Harry was thrusting his fingers in and out of his entrance at top speed and was moaning so loudly that he wondered whether or not people could hear him. But, Sirius hardly cared about that at the moment.

“I’m fucking you so hard, Harry. Say my name!” Sirius ordered brusquely.

“Sirius!” Harry cried, trying in vain to reach orgasm.

“Tell me you’re mine,” Sirius said with heavy lidded eyes. “Tell me who you belong to. Say it!”

“You!” Harry cried, feeling his orgasm beginning to erupt within him. “You! Only you!”

With a keening cry Harry came, splattering hot cum all over the lockers in front of him. He could feel his insides pulsing around his fingers as he came, now knowing what Sirius felt. Then, a scant seconds later, Sirius’ deep moans filled the room, signaling to Harry that his old lover had cum as well. Harry’s body was shaking so violently. Never before had he been so turned on. All he wanted to do was apparate back home and let Sirius do whatever he wanted with him.

“Harry,” Sirius said seriously (a/n: sorry I know that sounds weird. “Come home. Right now…I have to have you.”

Without another word, Harry returned the mirror to normal size, cleaned the locker room up a little bit and apparated back to the cottage he and Sirius shared. Just as he apparated, a little wizard with dark hair walked into the locker room and shrugged.

“I swore there was someone in here,” he said, now extremely puzzled.

0o0o0

Hours later, Harry and Sirius lay completely spent on their comfy bed. As soon as Harry apparated back to his home, Sirius tackled him to the floor and had his way with him right there. A few moments later, Harry was slammed against the wall, where he wrapped his legs around Sirius’ waist as he took him again. As if that weren’t enough, Sirius bent Harry over the stairs and took him again and again.

“I don’t think I can move,” Harry huffed.

“Neither do I,” replied Sirius, who was close to falling asleep.

Harry smiled impishly, “Maybe we should use the mirror more often. If I had know I’d have gotten that reaction out of you I would have used it ages ago.”

“You’ll have to thank Hermione for me,” said Sirius. “I fear I may be bed ridden of the next couple of days.”

Harry laughed and snuggled up next to Sirius, “Well, since you’re out of commission I guess I’ll just have to take charge then.”
When Harry heard no reply from Sirius, he looked over to find his god father had fallen asleep. His soft breathing filled the room, and soon Harry too found himself asleep.

~FIN~

A/N: Well, what did you think? Reviews are much appreciated!

-If you are in need of a good laugh, go to youtube.com and search for “The Mysterious Ticking Noise” and “Wizard Angst”. Both are made by the people who made “Potter Puppet Pals”. They’re so funny. I laughed so hard I cried when I watched them.

Until next time all.