Ignorance Isn't Bliss

A/N
I just can't get enough of Siri/Har. MMmmmmm.
This starts a bit angsty but trust me, it's a happy ending... and by happy I mean perverted and just lovely. LOL.
So this is my first fic, I had to make it a smutty one, sorry... Go easy :P
If this isn't your cup of tea please turn back, you don't have to read it, remember... I did warn you in the summary.
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Harry Potter had far too much time on his hands.
He stood at his window, picking at a flake of white paint on the wooden frame, staring absently out into the black night... not looking for anything in particular, he was simply amazed at how this empty scene before him seemed so reminiscent of how he was currently feeling.
For Harry, there was no light. For Harry, there was no hope or happiness. Not right now, not now that more people were being taken away from him.
How much pain can one boy take? How much weight can one young man hold on his shoulders?
'I am young,' he thought. It was not the first time he had contemplated this. For all the times he had frowned in his life, there had been thousands of other boys and girls his age laughing and giggling and having fun. For all his scars which he could recollect, he felt certain there would be at least ten thousand other boys and girls who didn't feel that pain, who were not injured, who did not have to live with the reminder every time they looked in a mirror, but instead were tickled or hugged.
The long days and nights at Grimmauld Place were wearing him down. It was dark and gloomy, the décor so harsh and to-the-point. Even the moonlight, filtering through the drab net curtains, was painfully bright in comparison.
Harry felt abandoned and disregarded.
This was the second meeting the Order had indulged in that day. Although Harry thought this may be the wrong word to use, seeing as Sirius would return, he was sure, drained and ill-tempered, as he was so much nowadays.
Since the death of Remus, he had changed. Just as Harry had begun to think he was perhaps improving and becoming healthy once more, Sirius retreated into the same bland state he had been in all those years ago.
He certainly looked better, there was no denying that. His jaw was still stubbly, his skin still pale but radiant. His hair was still black and worn in that same old style... Harry used to tease Sirius all the time about how he would go to the barber's and come back, it looking just as scruffy as when he left... just a little shorter. And oh, his eyes. His eyes could still melt the hardest of hearts, intimidate the strongest of people and express emotions which Harry was not sure even existed... Oh yes, his eyes were still perfectly formed pools of dark grey and silver.
Sometimes they were the only thing which let Harry know he still had hope. You can take the man out of the fight, but... that glint, Harry recalled. That glint.
Harry snapped himself out of it, realising that he had shifted position and his cheek was resting on the net curtain against the window. It was pulling a bit on the rail and it had become a bit bent but Harry was past caring at this point. He didn't know what time it was, or when Sirius would be back, but he decided to get some sleep. His eyes were dry and shutting of their own accord, so he concluded it would be the best course of action right now.
Sleep was the best relief he could accomplish. Not even the strongest morphine would cure the sort of pain he was feeling right now.

* * *

Harry awoke with an intense thirst at about three in the morning. Tried as he may to ignore it, he couldn't, and silently cursed himself for the three swigs of firewhisky he knocked back yesterday evening. Trying his best not to worry about Sirius who surely wasn't home from the Order meeting yet, he plodded down the empty hallway, his clammy feet sticking to the floor.
The noise of it seemed deafening.
It was when he had reached the bathroom and attained some much needed water when he heard a deep sigh.
Harry's heart leapt. Sirius was home!... Which meant he was no longer alone in the house.
Harry peered round the bathroom door to see that Sirius's door was slightly ajar, and he smiled, glad to have his Godfather back home.
He was going to ignore the noise, and return to his room simply grateful that he could feel safe, knowing Sirius was just down the hallway. He really did intend to. Really.
Harry heard the sigh again. It was obvious that Sirius was awake. Harry would see him in the morning- he really just wanted to go back to bed. Really.
As he continued down the corridor, his feet were moving painfully slow. Harry didn't think he was moving particularly slower than normal, but his brain was definitely functioning slower. It was as though he was moving in slow motion, like some muggle kid somewhere had their grubby little finger on the “step” button on the remote control.
He determinedly carried on, fighting the seemingly magnetic force which was drawing him back toward the end of the corridor from where he had just come, stopping him from progressing at a reasonable speed. It was not working and Harry gave up.
He knew he didn't really want to go back to his own room, he wanted to talk to Sirius, just about the meeting and have a catch-up of what he had been up to whilst Sirius was away. Which was nothing, really...
Was it so wrong for a boy to miss his Godfather whilst he was away?
Harry turned on his heel, a loose floorboard squeaking beneath his right foot. He cautiously doubled back on himself, feet making the same clammy suction noises on the varnished floor, right hand trailing along the purple flocked wallpaper as he went. As he approached his Godfather's door, his head peered forward slightly, and when he was level he could see that his suspicions were correct. Sirius was sat up on his large bed (which was flush in the corner of his humble room), leaning against the wall with his knees up to his chest... slender arms wrapped around them. There was no light in the room except the white moonlight leaking through the window opposite him. Harry mused at how perfect the scene was.
Sirius, sat on his modest, grey cotton bedding, which was mildly creased under where he was sat, was clothed in just some dark pyjama bottoms, his hair in desperate need of a good trim.
Harry was amazed that Sirius could look any paler than he normally did... But somehow the moonlight achieved that feat.
He looked so heavenly and tranquil that Harry hesitated. He wasn't so sure he wanted to disturb such a beautiful scene and wanted, instead, to simply remember it forever.
He decided to do so, and made to leave, when...
“Harry.” He jumped. “Harry, I know you're there.” said Sirius, his gaze at the opposite wall not faltering in the slightest.
Caught out, Harry opened the door and slipped in the room.
“Sorry,” he apologised, “I was getting water and noticed you were home.”
“It's okay Harry. Shut the door?” It was a question, not a command. Harry obliged and went to sit with Sirius.
After a few more moments of silence, Harry took it upon himself to break it.
“You're quiet.”
His remark was met by more silence. Sirius wasn't being ignorant, Harry could tell. The clues to this were etched in his brow. Sirius was thinking. Harry didn't expect a reply for a few minutes, but then again Sirius was always full of surprises. He was, after all, the same plucky, feisty man who, just 3 years previous, broke out of Azkaban in an apparent murderous rage, in hot pursuit of his estranged Godson... Yes, always full of surprises.
“Harry?”
“Yes, Sirius?”
A pause.
“Have I failed you?”
Harry was dumbfounded, but didn't act shocked- the question was too calm, as if it was the most obvious question in the world. To act shocked would really have been acting.
“Sirius...” Harry replied, sympathetically.
“No, Harry- you don't understand. I am meant to protect you.. I can't help but feel I have failed. That night, Harry, when I thought I'd lost you...”
“Sirius...” Harry interjected again.
“Life wouldn't be worth living for me if I had lost you that night Harry.” He finally turned to face Harry, eyes (God those eyes) staring straight into his. “And it would have been my own fault, my own fucking weakness.” Even though there was an obscenity, his voice remained calm, but full of emotion. Always full of emotion.
“Sirius, I didn't have to follow you, you didn't ask me to... I had to go. Imagine if it had been you... I couldn't bear having you away from me, Sirius- the thought of you, out there, fighting, at their disposal. God, that killed me. That really killed me, Sirius, and the thought still does. I can't lose you. I will die if I lose you.”
Sirius was silent. His gaze had shifted to his knees.
Harry moved his hand to the other side of Sirius's face, turning it to face his.
Those eyes.
Harry's gaze traced Sirius's face, as if searching for something, hand still resting on the older man's left cheek. His eyes roamed from Sirius's forehead, to that perfect nose, to that angular jaw, to those beautiful, beautiful lips, which were frowning. Frowning at Harry. Harry's eyes narrowed in a puzzled manner.
Would it be wrong to?
No.
Of course not.
He closed the gap between their lips, and just for a moment there, he thought Sirius would comply.
Just as Harry's eyes began to close, Sirius obviously came to his senses and Harry felt him pull away.
“No, Harry,” As Harry opened his eyes, he saw Sirius turning his head. His voice was tired, resigned, and not at all surprised. Which was surprising. “What would James say, come on...”
Harry had had a taste. A taste was all it took. Repeating his actions from before, he turned Sirius's face towards his, after a brief struggle, and closed the gap once more. This time, it was needy but still soft. Sirius's arms made as if to push Harry back, at first, but obviously thought better of it, finding their way, instead, to the hair at the nape of Harry's neck. His eyes flickered shut.
'This is wrong,' he thought, 'This is Harry'....
All doubtful thoughts he had were erased when Harry suddenly deepened the kiss. No- nothing which felt this right could possibly be wrong.
Sirius gladly obliged and tongues were touching, tasting, exploring. He was ashamed to feel himself warming up- his dick was rock hard, and, when given an opportunity when Harry started attacking his neck, he saw that Harry's was too. This wasn't wrong.
Harry was driving him crazy... nipping, sucking at that sensitive spot on his neck. Sirius was gasping for breath already. Who knew that under such a shy, beautiful and innocent exterior lay this perfect.. sexual being? He was grasping Harry's messy jet black hair which so perfectly matched his own, moaning his name already.
“Harry, Harryyy...” He had such an effect on him. Harry was moaning against his neck, the vibrations exciting him even further, but it was nothing compared to what was on the way.
Harry's hand moved itself from Sirius's face... It slid down to his shoulder. Down to his chest, where it circled, enjoying the sensation of Sirius's hair, before it came to rest, rubbing at his nipple.
It was like torture, Sirius wanted so much to reciprocate these heavenly... beautiful... gorgeous... sexy acts which were already nearly sending him over the edge, but he was still too stunned to move... Too shocked that this was happening to him. Too shocked that Harry Potter, the object of every sane teen girl's affections, was gay. And not only gay, but was attracted to him, a man so senior to Harry that he didn't even want to think about it.
'Pull yourself together!' thought Sirius. 'This is the wizarding world's most sexy, and evidently most seductive bachelor, throwing himself at you, and you're just sitting there like a vegetable!!'
He was too lost in his own thoughts to notice Harry's hand moving further south, toying with the waistband of his thin cotton pyjama bottoms. Sirius yet again groaned, and decided this time to do something about it. He yanked Harry's face back up to his own, and ravaged him, pulling him onto his lap.
He moved his lips to Harry's neck, mercilessly attacking every part with his perfect, moist lips and his perfect, stubbled jaw.
“God, Sirius, that feels good,” moaned Harry, breathlessly.
“Feels good, does it?” asked Sirius, in between kisses. “Do you like that, Harry?”
“Yes, yes,” whispered Harry huskily.
“How much?”
“God,” he replied, grinding his hips down into his Godfather's, erections rubbing together, “God, loads... I like it, I like it.”
Harry was panting, he had never been this turned on. Sirius's hips were pushing up towards him, Harry dared not look down in case the mere sight of the sexiest man alive sucking on his nipples sent him over the edge. But he risked it, and oh, god, how perfect a pleasure. The sight elicited a deep, raspy moan from Harry. He couldn't help it, seeing that flawlessly formed mouth sucking, and those perfect eyes clouded over with lust... and just past that, erections rubbing together at an unworldly pace... He just couldn't help it.
That was it, Harry needed to taste him.
He pushed Sirius onto his back, erections still grinding hopelessly, and kissed his way down his chest, following the soft curls to the area where they thickened just above his low-slung waistband. Sirius moaned at the loss of contact between their throbbing cocks, yearning for just a little bit more. He gasped as he felt the air hit his hot member, and risked a look down. Harry's green eyes were staring right at him, all innocent ('God, how can he look that way?!'), and his head slowly began to lower.
'Oh, my... He's going to...' Sirius's eyes widened, and sure enough, Harry's sweet mouth was enveloping his cock, sucking and licking ever so lightly at the top before then engulfing it completely.
“GOD! Harry!! I can't... You... Ahhh.... Jesus fucking Christ...”
Sirius cried out when Harry inserted a moist finger into his ass, tickling that spot... He kept going, mercilessly bobbing that innocent little head up and down on his Godfather's throbbing dick, Sirius couldn't take it.
“Ah.. H.. Harry? I'm going to...”
Harry quickly withdrew, much to Sirius's frustration... The little tease! He gasped in despair and arousal.
“Did you like that Sirius? Hmm?” His mouth went dry, this was the first time Harry had spoken, and he was moving up to attack Sirius's neck again. His hips were bucking up towards Harry's, desperately seeking his cock, “Did you like me sucking on your dick? Did you like me finger fucking you, Sirius?”
He could do nothing but moan, completely at Harry's mercy.
“You're going to love this, then Sirius...” The way he hissed his name like that...
Harry prepped him with nothing but his own saliva, scissoring his fingers and inserting another-
“Agh! God, Harry... Harry...”
Before finally pressing the moist tip of his erection at Sirius's entrance. He entered him fast and deep. They both cried with ecstasy.
“Does that feel good Sirius?”
“God, yes...”
“Does that feel good?!!” cried Harry, “Huh?!”
“YES! YES!”
“What do you WANT, Sirius? What do you WANT?!”
“You! Move inside me, please! I need you! Fuck me Harry!”
Harry obliged, pounding into him again and again, making sure his dick was fully out before slamming right back in again. Sirius was sliding up the bed, head nearing the headboard, face contorted into agonising pleasure.
“GOD! YES HARRY! YES!”
“You are so fucking tight, Sirius, JESUS!”
Harry's determined face only turned Sirius on more, and he almost couldn't cope when the teenager's confident hand moved towards his prick and started yanking violently in time to his thrusts.
It didn't take long.
“Sirius, I'm going to come. Come WITH ME Sirius! Come with me!”
After a couple more thrusts and tugs, Sirius felt hot satisfaction entering him and at the same time, ecstasy pulsed through his body, finding a release through his dick. Hot, stringy pearls of come coated both their chests and Harry's hand, which was then wiped on the sheets. Still idly thrusting in him, Harry collapsed on top of Sirius, limbs tangling.
Both out of breath, they took a few moments to calm down.
“God Harry,” breathed Sirius first, “That was damn near perfect.”
Harry was still gasping for air when he replied “Yeah, not so bad yourself...”
He finally pulled his limp dick out of Sirius, and rolled on his back next to him.
“God, I've wanted to do that a long time, Sirius, a long... long time.”
His eyes widened.
“What?! You've only been sixteen for 3 days...!!”
Harry smiled disbelievingly at the ceiling, shaking his sweaty (but still incredibly sexy, as Sirius noted) head.
“Yeah. Right from day one, I'm afraid..."
Sirius hesitated before asking "Harry have you been with other boys? ...Men? Before?"
There was a pause.
"No one, Sirius..."
That was just too unbelievable for Sirius to comprehend.
"But you're so fucking good at it!!" He exclaimed, genuinely shocked.
Harry grinned from ear to ear.
"Well thankyou, Sirius... I'm surprised, though- I assumed, naturally, that you'd want to have a bit more of a domineering part in all that, being part animal. I don't know if I should be disappointed...” teased Harry with a sly grin.
Sirius, however, wasn't smiling. He looked deadly serious.
“You haven't seen the half of it yet, Harry,” and just like that, Harry's cock was twitching once more. “You respond so well to me don't you, Harry,” he purred.
Harry was at a loss for words. So used to playing the dominant one in his wild (or not-so wild, now it had happened) fantasies, this was all new to him...
Sirius had him pinned down, grinning lustfully and admiring the beautiful piece of work beneath him. Even though he had more scars from his "adventures" than believable (they just added to his beauty), he still gave Sirius butterflies.
“You're gorgeous, Harry, so gorgeous...”
Harry blushed ever so slightly, lips parted and Sirius smirked, finally succumbing and showing Harry just how much of an animal (in bed) he really can be.

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