Blood Tears

“Harry?” This was not what Sirius had expected when he had heard his mother’s portrait start shouting and then abruptly stop. Death Eaters, his cousins, Dumbledore even aurors maybe, but definitely not his godson. “What...How?” He gasped confused, and his confusion only grew when Harry stepped from the shadows where he had been hidden. Harry moved elegantly, almost prowling towards him, his eyes gleaming even more greenly than usual, accented by a starburst of blood red around his pupils. His skin, instead of its normal sun kissed bronze, was pale like moonlight, smooth, glowing, inhuman and lastly when Harry opened his mouth, delicate fangs glinted in the candlelight that lit the hallway.

“Sirius.” Harry’s voice was smooth, like liquid chocolate. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come, but I didn’t know where else to go.” His tone was apologetic, confused and terrified all rolled into one. He turned to leave, but Sirius leapt forward, wrapping a hand around Harry’s arm, hardly noticing the cold skin.

“Wait Harry, of course you should have come, but how? You didn’t know where I was, did you?” Sirius drew Harry into the dimly-lit living room, where he wrapped his arms around his godson in a hug. He noticed how Harry immediately clung to him, and the silent tears that soaked into his shirt where Harry’s face was pressed. He moved them both onto the comfy blue couch, and hugged Harry even tighter. They rested there for what seemed like hours, until Harry’s silent tears stopped. “Now, what’s the matter?” He asked quietly, running his fingers through Harry’s hair, which was resting on his shoulder now that Harry was curled up in his lap.

“I don’t know what happened.” Harry’s voice was muffled, broken. “I had taken a walk down to the park to get away from Uncle Vernon, and was sitting on the swings, when someone grabbed me.” Harry’s sniffed and Sirius hugged him tighter, running a hand down his back. “Then pain, he bit me and I could feel him sucking my blood from my neck. It hurt, Sirius, so much. I was so scared and then it just stopped and he me let go.” My godson, oh Harry, you poor thing, attacked and just after seeing a schoolmate die, why does everything happen to you, Sirius’s thoughts were rambling and distressed. “I went to run, but couldn’t. My legs just wouldn’t hold me. Then he grabbed me again and shoved something against my mouth. I tried to spit it out, Sirius, but he made me drink it. I think it was his blood. It hurt so much, it felt like I was dying and then it stopped. I think I passed out, then when I woke up I was in a strange house and the man was standing over me. I was scared and kicked him, and he just flew through the air, straight into the wall, and then I ran.” Harry’s wet eyes looked up at Sirius, who controlled his angrily shaking hands and continued to rub his back. Harry’s voice was quiet, Sirius could barely hear him, “I don’t know how I got here. I just ran.” Harry’s voice was obscured by tears now and Sirius just held him until at last Harry went limp in sleep.

He picked Harry up, cradling him in his arms, and carried him up to his bedroom, the only bedroom in the house suitable for habitation. When he reached the bedroom he attempted to put Harry down, but Harry was gripping him so tightly that it was impossible so Sirius lay down still cradling Harry. Sirius used his wand to change Harry and himself into pyjamas and lay on the bed looking worriedly at his godson, who looked so tiny and vulnerable, curled up into Sirius’s larger body, until he also drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

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When Sirius woke, it was to pleasure, unearthly pleasure, un-like anything he had felt before. His body arched, splaying out in offering, shaking as the pleasure flooded his body. He moaned lowly.

He then dropped abruptly back onto the bed as the pleasure, and the teeth sunk into his neck suddenly disappeared. His eyes flew open and he took in the horrified appearance of his godson, blood still glistening on his fangs, as he backed away, terrified. “Wait,” Sirius had to pause, clear his throat and try again, “Wait, Harry, come back.” He held out a trembling hand to his terrified godson and waited patiently as Harry, slowly and skittishly, approached him and after a time grasped his offered hand. Sirius tugged their joined hands and pulled Harry back onto the bed, where Harry curled into him and started sobbing.

“I’m sorry... so sorry... hungry... I’m sorry... don’t leave me... please... so hungry.” Sirius soon heard the quiet almost silent words Harry was whimpering. He stroked Harry’s back, reassuringly, and carded his fingers through Harry’s perpetually messy hair.

“It’s alright, I’m fine. No harm done. It’s okay Harry.” Sirius kept his voice soothing and low, attempting to calm Harry down. Eventually Harry’s sobbing quieted, his shaking stopped and he rested limply on top of Sirius, his head tucked into Sirius’s neck. However soon Sirius started to notice a light feeling on his neck, light fluttering licks from his godson’s tongue on what he suddenly realised was the still lightly bleeding mark on his neck. He shifted, sitting up and removing Harry’s face from his neck. He was nervous to see Harry’s eyes, now tinted red, fixed on the blood that was now sluggishly flowing down his neck towards his chest. Sirius swallowed nervously as he realised that Harry needed to be fed, and it looked like he was to be the meal.

“Harry.” He had to repeat himself and tilt Harry’s face up so that Harry’s eyes meet his. “Harry, you need to look at me.” Harry’s eyes cleared a bit of hunger and focused on Sirius’s, “You need to eat, and that’s ok, but Harry.” Sirius swallowed again as Harry’s eyes flared in hunger, but still watched him attentively, “You need to watch how much you take, you don’t want to kill me.” Harry nodded slowly, and Sirius just hoped he understood. Sirius slowly lay back, so he was on his back on the bed, and tilted his head back, baring his neck. Harry’s eyes left his and moved to the trail of blood down his chest.

Then Harry moved, faster than he could track and Sirius’s eyes fluttered closed as he felt Harry’s tongue slide up the blood trail to his neck, licking up all the spilled blood. Sirius trembled lightly in shock about how good having his godson licking his body felt, and thought that maybe this hadn’t been the best idea, as Harry moved to straddle his body. His eyes flew open as Harry’s fangs pierced his neck, his body arching, as the first mouthful was drawn out, and convulsing, as unearthly pleasure once more shot through his body. His hands gripped the sheets of the bed in an effort not to seize Harry’s hips as he writhed in pleasure, cock hardening with every mouthful of blood his godson drunk. Eventually his hands tore the sheets and shot up grasping Harry’s hips and pulling them down to meet his own, grinding his throbbing cock into the hard cock of his godson, who made a surprised sound around a mouthful of blood pausing for a second before going back to drinking, and grinding himself back down against Sirius’ now frantically writhing body.

Somehow Sirius managed to turn them over and remove their clothes without Harry removing his fangs. He was soon pinning Harry’s naked body to the bed, furiously grinding his own naked form against the youthful body beneath him. As soon as Harry’s fangs released his neck, Sirius captured his mouth, still bloody from his feeding, and shoved his tongue into Harry’s warm mouth, chasing the strangely erotic taste of his own blood. Harry froze for just a moment before his tongue swept up and met Sirius’s delving tongue, meeting and duelling, before retreating as Sirius claimed dominance. Sirius’s hands swept Harry’s pinned body, pinching Harry’s nipples, roughly stroking his chest, back and upper thighs before sliding back to his hips, gripping desperately, bruising, tilting them to form a cradle for his own. Harry wrapped his legs around Sirius’s hips, following Sirius’s unspoken instructions, and frantically ground his cock against the older man’s hot, hard body, as his arousal rose from being pinned under his godfather’s body and the desperate grasping hands that were still sweeping his body.

Harry’s smooth skin was soon littered by bruises from Sirius’s rough touches. Sirius couldn’t stop touching the bared skin of his godson, now heated from the blood he had drunk from Sirius. Harry was perfect, writhing and in a rough, broken voice begging him for, “More... fuck... Sirius... Oh Merlin... more... harder... Sirius...” Sirius’s glazed grey eyes met Harry’s pleading ones, now completely, stunningly green. His hands swept down Harry’s body, cupping his arse, gripping, massaging hard. Sirius lifted his body, forcibly breaking from the tight grip of Harry’s legs, and slid down his godsons body, touching, stroking, licking, bruising, until he reached Harry’s leaking cock. He gripped the cock tightly, making Harry brokenly cry out, and then wanting to taste, licked the leaking tip, the bitter flavour causing him to moan and abruptly swallow Harry’s cock whole. Harry silently screamed his whole body arching in pleasure as he came. Sirius pulled back and swallowed, drinking the entire load. Harry’s body went limp on the bed and Sirius looked up, still lightly sucking, to meet the stunned, yet still aroused green eyes of his godson.

Sirius tilted his head slightly, and pulled off Harry’s slowly re-hardening cock to place a light kiss on the inside of the thigh, now resting over his shoulder. He met Harry’s eyes, and his own arousal still pressing harshly on him, sunk his teeth into the pale thigh, drawing blood. Harry gasped, pained, and pleasured, as his cock throbbed, hardening fully once again. Sirius licked the bite mark, then Harry’s cock and then, still holding Harry’s eyes with his own, moved further back to lick Harry’s virgin anus, causing Harry to involuntarily break eye contact as he arched shoving his arse back onto Sirius’s probing tongue. Sirius licked and tasted his godsons unique delicious flavour, and eventually with Harry’ once again writhing uncontrollably and begging for more, he shifted up capturing Harry’s mouth with his own, biting, forcing Harry to taste himself. His hand gripped Harry’s arse, exposing it to entry as he slipped a finger into the tight passage. He muffled Harry’s pained moans with his mouth continuing to thrust his finger into Harry’s arse, after a few moments he withdrew his finger, Harry whimpering in protest. And then abruptly shoved two fingers back into him, Harry gave a pleased, pained moan and shoved back onto the fingers. Sirius thrust his fingers in a few more times, then removing them brought them to Harry’s uncovered mouth and shoved them in forcing Harry to lick them.

“Make them nice and wet, Harry. It’s the only lube you’re going to get.” Sirius’s voice was rough, broken with desire. Harry meeting his eyes, licked the finger’s for a little longer, before Sirius removed them.

“Fuck me, Sirius. Hard.” Harry eyes flashed with arousal, “Make me bleed.” Sirius gave a broken gasp, his desire flooding completely from his control, as he flipped Harry onto his stomach, dragged him to his knees, positioned his cock, and in one stroke rammed it in fully. His balls slapped against Harry’s arse as Harry’s scream echoed through the room. He immediately jerked his dick out and slammed it back in, Harry’s piercing scream egging him on. In moments Harry was meeting his brutal thrusts, his arse gripping Sirius’s thrusting cock almost unbearably tight. Sirius could feel Harry’s passage become slick, knew it was blood, and in answer his cock somehow grew even harder. Sirius’s hands were digging into Harry’s hip, his nails drawing more blood, and his teeth were leaving bloody marks on Harry’s shoulders. Harry’s voice had broken completely and his sobs, along with Sirius’s grunts and the slapping of skin on skin echoed around the room. As Sirius’s thrusts grew uneven, one of his hands shifted, gripped Harry’s hair, jerked his head back and Sirius sunk his teeth into Harry’s neck, muffling his grunt as his body exploded, his cum abruptly flooding Harry’s abused anus. For Harry’s body, flooded with both too much pain and too much pleasure, this final feeling caused him to convulse, his cum bursting from his cock splattering the bed underneath him with cum. As their orgasms finished, their still shivering bodies collapsed, Sirius falling on top of Harry, crushing him into the bed his cock still embedded in Harry’s cum filled passage.

They lay there, both panting, gasping for breath, their exhausted bodies soaked with sweat, blood and cum. Sirius lay on top of Harry, pinning him to the bed, until Harry gave a muffled groan and shoved at Sirius, who gathered up his strength and rolled off Harry, pulling his cock from Harry’s abused arse, which caused Harry to give a pained moan. Sirius, in response, immediately pulled Harry’s body against his own, wrapping his arms tightly around his godson. Harry gave an exhausted moan, then settled down, his back pressed tightly against Sirius’s front. Sirius, whose own eyes were closing, reached for his wand, which was somehow stabbing him in the back and without conscious thought vanished the various bodily fluids which stained the bed and the two of them. He tossed the wand onto the bed side table, wrapped his arms around his godson and fell into a deep restful sleep.