15. MONSTERS
The room was dark and quiet, deathly quiet, and not even the light of the full moon that rose outside could break the sinister atmosphere of the room and sent haunting shadows over the unforgiving stone floor. The black-robed figures stood in a wide semi-circle around the imposing throne, not daring to shift or breathe too loudly, either because of respect or because of fear. The snake-like man on the throne still made a silencing gesture with his spider-like hands, his red eyes glowing with malicious anticipation.
"My followers." There was a definite hiss in his voice. "It has come to my attention that there's a very special student attending Hogwarts at the moment. I trust you know of him, Severus."
A tall, pale young man stepped out of the circle, bowing deeply. "I do, Milord."
"Then why is it that you haven't brought him here?" Voldemort hissed. "I heard you are very close."
"Milord, I was not aware that you desired that I do so." Severus bowed his head again.
"Enough," the Dark Lord spat. "I also heard you have thwarted several attempts of my faithful followers to abduct him. You will pay for that and then you will bring him to me!"
Voldemort raised his wand and the first Cruciatus hit the Slytherin. Not a gasp escaped his lips, not one single whimper, but when Voldemort had satisfied his thirst for revenge and the meeting was adjourned Severus dropped to his knees, shaking uncontrollably.
In Hogwarts, Harry awoke with a start, shivering and shaking almost as badly a Severus, his body aching from the echoes of the curses. He slipped out of the empty bed in Gryffindor tower, the only thought on his mind to help his friend. He barely took the time to slip on his shoes and grab his wand from the bedside table before he dashed through the empty common room and through the just as empty castle.
He couldn't feel Severus, but he could sense Lucius and he just hoped that he was helping the other Slytherin. Severus would need the help.
Lucius offered it because Severus was his friend and because the black-haired Slytherin had protected Harry. "Come on, Severus." Lucius tightened his hold on the thinner, but taller boy. "We need to get you back to the castle before they notice our absence."
Severus gave a low pain-filled hiss, but made a few more stumbling steps, his limbs twitching, before both boys froze.
"I would say," Severus gasped out, "we have a bigger problem right now."
For each step they took back, the shaggy, brown-haired werewolf took one step closer, growling and ducking close to the ground, ready to attack at any moment.
"Lucius, run," Severus whispered lowly. "We both know that I have no chance, so you might save your life at least. Run."
"I'll get help," Lucius answered before he turned around and ran as fast as possible - Slytherin was not a house of brave heroes.
The werewolf pounced and Severus had the stupid thought that at least the monster that killed him cared about him and that Harry would be safe. He closed his eyes, waiting for the long teeth to sink into his flesh. But they never came.
"Shh, be still for a moment," a soft voice said somewhere over him, "Isn't your fur fluffy? You are such a beauty, but I have to tell you that no one will like you if you're smeared in blood. See, that's a lot better, isn't it?"
"Harry," Severus gasped, opening his eyes slowly.
Harry was kneeling on the wet ground, the werewolf's head in his lap and patted it gently. A big black dog and a rather magnificent stag appeared from the darkness, standing close by, obviously just as surprised as Severus himself.
"Severus." Harry didn't turn around. "I know you are hurt, but I need you to get up and walk to the castle."
"But what about you?" Severus dared to object.
"Remus won't hurt me, but I can't calm him down for long." Harry rubbed the werewolf's ear, drawing a happy yowl from him.
Severus slowly fought back to his feet, not exactly knowing when they had given out beneath him, suppressing every sound. The werewolf lazily barred his teeth and growled at him, but when Harry took the large head between his hands and resolutely turned it in the other direction, Moony allowed it, rumbling in pleasure. The Slytherin heard the soft murmurs as he half walked, half crawled back to the castle.
"Severus!" Lucius exclaimed, landing in front of him and then wrapped one arm around Severus' waist, hefting him up. "Only a few more metres, hang on."
"I thought you had run," Severus whispered.
"I did, but then I felt Harry," Lucius explained, pushing the castle doors open. "I thought I should observe everything from the safety of the skies." He carefully lowered Severus to the floor, retracting his wings. "Do you want me to bring you to the infirmary?"
Severus shook his head, closing his eyes to slow his erratic breathing. When he opened them again, Harry was crouched next to him, brushing a bit of blood from his face. Severus didn't know where it came from, maybe he had bitten his lip or maybe his nose had started to bleed or he had hurt himself when he fell. He felt a tingling sensation, like someone was gliding a feather over his skin only from the inside and after it had passed he felt at least a little better.
"You two are so stupid," Harry said quietly. "Why did you throw your life away like this?"
"We weren't really aware that it was the full moon," Lucius lied and Harry glared at him with unusual fervour. "Not that. Voldemort. Why did you stupid idiots join fucking Voldemort? Didn't you have anything better to do? Were you bored? Or maybe you just agree with him."
"How do you...?"
"I can feel his mark on your arms," Harry hissed at them. "My old dom had it too, and he was very much in favour of handing me over to that monster. I thought you were smarter than that. I guess I was wrong. Good night."
Harry stood up swiftly and disappeared up the stairs.
"Why did he save me if he hates us so much?" Severus murmured. "He's so irrational."
"He doesn't hate us, he's just worried," Lucius replied, lost in thought. "And he's right. It was stupid to join the Dark Lord just out of expectations. He almost killed you tonight."
"Of course it was stupid." Severus sneered. "But that realisation comes a bit late now, doesn't it?"
"Yes, but maybe not too late," Lucius stated. "I will not hand Harry over to Voldemort so that he can rape and use him. I won't allow you to hand him over, either."
"I'm not going to hand him over," the black-haired boy spat indignantly.
"Then we need a plan," Lucius continued, "and we need allies."
"Oh, yes, let's recruit some Hufflepuffs," Severus drawled. "They aren't a great loss in any case."
"You will go to Dumbledore," the blond declared. "You will confess everything and offer to be his spy. I'm sure he will give you an emergency portkey or something, so that problem is solved, too."
"How nice of you to ask me," Severus snapped. "And as you are already asking, the answer is no. Are you bloody insane? I will not let that fool Dumbledore rule the rest of my fucked-up life! And who says he isn't going to hand me over to the Aurors? If I have to choose between rotting away in hell and being tortured to death by the Dark Lord, I'd still choose the shorter version. If you want to ally yourself with Dumbledore, fine, I won't stop you, but I sure as hell won't go to him and let him poison me with lemon drops."
"Are you quite finished?" Lucius asked, annoyed. "It's not me Voldemort ordered to bring Harry. I still have my father and he at least thinks that subs aren't to be hurt. That won't save Harry, but it will save me. I'm off the hook. Dumbledore needs to know about this and you need to have a way out, so we'll kill two doxies with one spell. If you spy for Dumbledore and I tell you what I know, we have a foot on both sides and that will keep us alive. If Voldemort wins, I will vouch for you and if the Light wins you will vouch for me. It's that easy."
"Says he, who doesn't change anything," Severus grumbled. "You think the Dark Lord will be angry when I don't bring him Harry? How angry do you think he will be when he finds out I'm a spy?"
"At least you'll have a way out," Lucius offered. "I know this is not ideal, but we've always stuck together, haven't we? We'll get through this now, too. For Harry."
"For Harry." Severus sighed and got up painfully to make his way up to the Headmaster's office.
At the same time as Severus knocked on the door to the Headmaster's office, receiving a cheery and not at all tired sounding, "Come in," in reply, Sirius pulled a sobbing Harry into his lap, rocking him lightly. Finally Harry's sobs quietened to sniffs and though he still clutched to the veela, he seemed to have calmed down.
"Siri?"
"Hmm, is there something I can do?" Sirius asked.
"No, I just wanted to tell you something," Harry murmured lowly. "I think I kind of realised something when you were holding me right now."
"Did I do something you didn't like?" Sirius demanded in concern, surprised when Harry shook his head wildly.
"You made me feel good and you helped me, and you came to me even though Remus is still out there." Harry glanced shyly up at the grey-eyed boy.
"Of course, I did. Remus is my friend, but I love you. Besides, James and Peter are still with Remus to keep him company. I'm sure he understands," Sirius stated.
Harry nodded. "I just... I think I love you. Is that okay with you?"
Sirius' breath hitched even as he nodded vigorously, getting a brilliant smile as a reward. "It's more than okay, Harry. You know how long I waited to hear that. Are you sure?"
"Yes," Harry replied with only a second's hesitation. "I miss you when you're not there and I feel great when you are, I want you to be happy and I don't resent being an elf quite as much when I think of you. And I think you're perfect. Aren't those signs of love?"
Sirius' response was a steamy kiss that drew a happy moan from Harry, but when the veela began to litter Harry's neck and throat with butterfly kisses, Harry promptly dropped asleep.
But even that could not ruin Sirius' elation as he gently tucked Harry into bed and then took a hot shower. Though, as he stood under the warm spray of water, the cold gradually leaving his bones, the memories of that night returned to him.
He had thought his heart had forgotten how to beat as he saw Harry jump between Snape and Moony. The werewolf's jaw had hovered for a moment over Harry's thin arm before Remus had recoiled, looking guilty or as guilty as a werewolf could look. Then Harry had done the same thing as with the Mixens and Snape, the Nundu, patting the beast as if he wasn't in any kind of danger, as if it was just a nice little lap dog or maybe a goldfish, completely harmless in any case, which was so absolutely dreadfully wrong.
But Remus had sagged in Harry's lap, yowled happily, looking for all the world like a nice little lap dog, if not exactly like a goldfish. In all the times Sirius had seen Moony, he had never seen him so peaceful and relaxed. After Harry had finally stood up, stroking Remus' fur one last time, the werewolf had laid there for about two more minutes, staring almost dreamily after the little elf until he had went back to normal, howling to the moon.
What startled Sirius the most was that Harry hadn't seemed at all afraid of Remus. Afraid for Snape perhaps, but not like usual. He would have to talk with Harry about this the next morning, also about what had made him cry like this because Snape had been saved and so Sirius didn't see what had Harry so upset.
He spooned around Harry once more, gathering the smaller body to his chest, kissing his neck softly before he surrendered to sleep. No one could say that romping around with a werewolf was not exhausting.
"Harry." Someone was shaking the elf's shoulder, but he really didn't feel like waking up - he was warm, he was comfortable and the pillow smelled like Sirius. "Wake up, please, we have to talk."
He knew that voice so he undoubtedly also knew the person that it belonged to and he was dragged from sleep. He drowsily blinked his eyes open, which landed on Severus, sitting on the edge of his bed, looking worn and tired and not exactly good.
As soon as that registered with his mind he threw his arms around the older boy's neck. "I'm so sorry, are you okay? Are you hurt?"
"Yes, Harry, I am okay," Severus appeased him, pushing Harry a little away from him. "You were right with what you said yesterday. It was stupid of us to join that monster."
"I was so worried about you," Harry whispered. "I thought he would kill you."
"Harry, how did you know that we were out there?" Severus asked gently.
"I... I sometimes have dreams and they're true," Harry said under his breath. "I saw that meeting yesterday and how he tortured you. I also heard why. Severus, I don't want anyone to die because of me, least of all you, so if you have to take me to him, okay."
"No, Harry, I won't sacrifice you," Severus admonished him. "Like I said we realised that you were right. I went to Dumbledore to confess everything. He gave me another chance. He also offered me the position of the Potion's professor after I got my mastery. I can start as an apprentice after graduation so that even if Voldemort found out about me, I would be absolutely safe. I think it was the right decision."
Harry had a pensive expression on his face, not exactly surprised at Severus' news. "Promise me something, Severus."
"What?"
"Promise me not to let anyone use you," Harry said softly. "Even if their intentions might be good, you deserve better than that."
"I promise, Harry," Severus answered earnestly. "Promise me the same."
"I can't, Severus." Harry lowered his head. "Not without breaking it."
"This is one of the things you can't talk about, isn't it?" the taller boy asked, sighing as Harry nodded. "I wish your life was just a little tad bit easier and I hope that whoever is using you at least cares about you."
"He does," Harry said earnestly. "He just... he is responsible for a lot of people and he wants them to be able to live in peace. I would probably do the same without him using me."
"That still doesn't make it right," Severus murmured.
"No, but there's a difference between doing what is right and what is good," Harry answered seriously before suddenly changing the subject. "You should sleep. If you want you can have my bed."
"Your bed?" Severus asked with a smirk and an arched eyebrow, chuckling when Harry blushed.
"Don't even think about it," Sirius growled, entering the room from the bathroom with only a towel around his waist. "Harry's bed is the one near the back, this is my bed. It's bad enough you endangered Harry like this. What were you thinking strolling around during the full moon? Remus would have never forgiven himself if he had bitten one of you."
"You are one to talk, Black. Have you already forgotten last year when you thought it amusing to almost kill me?" Severus sneered and Sirius blanched drastically.
"I learned from my mistakes, but the same can't be said about you," Sirius retorted. "I thought you cared about yourself at least, if not about Remus."
"I was looking for potions ingredients," Severus lied smoothly. "I assume you know that some have to be procured during the full moon."
"But you knew that Remus is a werewolf," Sirius snapped.
"I was under the impression he was locked safely in the Shrieking Shack. Care to explain how he got out? No? I thought so." Severus smirked, lying down on Harry's bed. "Now, if you would kindly shut up?"
"Sirius, please?" Harry looked up pleadingly at him, patting the bed beside him invitingly.
"I wasn't going to say anything," Sirius murmured, displeased. "How come you never tell Snape to shut up?"
"I do," Harry defended himself. "It just that it hurts me more when you are mean."
Sirius kissed his forehead in apology, surprised when Harry swiftly pulled him down on the bed so that he just barely managed to avoid crushing Harry with his weight. He laughed as Harry snuggled into him, nuzzling his neck and kissing him lightly.
"I get the feeling you want to distract me." He chuckled, moaning lowly as Harry's hand moved to cup his erection. "And that has me wondering why you don't want to talk to me... Ugh, do that again!"
Harry laughed, gracing one of Sirius' nipples with his teeth before brushing it with his lips. "I just want you to feel good."
"I always feel good when I'm with you, Harry." He groaned, drawing out the other Gryffindor's name, "Stop, Harry, or I'll lose control."
Harry pulled back reluctantly, blushing as Sirius rolled off of him, kissing his nose. "Now I have to shower again," Sirius told him in mock irritation, motioning down to the rather tented and slightly wet towel. "You should get dressed, Harry. We really need to talk."
"Okay." Harry sighed. "I'm sorry about the towel. I'll wait downstairs."
"I love you," Sirius grinned at him, giving him a chaste kiss. "I won't be long."
"Love you, too." Harry lazily pushed back the blankets and slipped out of bed, not noticing Sirius' half amused, half admiring look or his happy smile before the older Gryffindor disappeared in the bathroom.
Harry's muscles ached as he changed into his normal clothes, but he felt good nonetheless. He needed to talk with Remus and thank him! He hastily pulled on one of Sirius' sweaters (it always made him feel particularly safe and happy to be surrounded by Sirius' unique scent like this) and then bounded out of the room, hoping that Remus would already be back from the infirmary and downstairs.
"Remus, thank you." The werewolf, who had been more or less dozing on the sofa under the pretence of reading over his Transfiguration homework, was startled as two thin arms wrapped around his neck.
Harry blushed, cautiously taking two steps away from the amber-eyed boy, shuffling his feet.
"I'm kind of confused here, Harry," Remus admitted, cocking his head. "What are you thanking me for? I almost killed you. I should be thanking you that you saved Severus from me."
"For showing me that there's something good about being an elf," Harry murmured, carefully sitting down in the armchair opposite of Remus. "I told you about my uncle, didn't I? He was always there for me, he's about the only real family I have and I hate to be afraid of him, but now I can be there for him during the full moon. That's why I'm thanking you."
"So you are not afraid of me anymore?" Remus asked hopefully, but Harry shook his head.
"I don't know why I wasn't afraid yesterday. I just knew that you would never hurt me. You couldn't give me an order in that form. I just have that urge to pat all animals and coo at them and make them feel good, like I have the urge to do with Sirius and James and Lucius - well not to coo at them, of course. I'm still afraid of you, Remus, not as much as in the beginning, but I think I'll always be a little afraid of you. I'm sorry."
"No, Harry, yesterday was... it was great what you did to me, though I don't know exactly what you did. For the first time I didn't think about killing and tearing and shredding someone, about blood or flesh. It felt amazing, so peaceful. I felt almost human again. I thank you, Harry. Sirius was right, you have magical hands."
Harry smiled a little, snuggling into the cushions. "Remus, are you angry with Severus?"
"What? No, I just think that he doesn't want to see me right now, after what I almost did last night," Remus murmured sadly. "I'll give him a bit of time before I try to apologise."
"He didn't strike me as angry," Harry stated. "He doesn't blame you and there's no reason for you to blame yourself, either."
"I shouldn't have left the shack," Remus insisted. "That's where I'm supposed to spend the full moons, not running around with the others. It's too dangerous."
"You're too hard on yourself," Harry answered. "Nothing happened and though I agree that you maybe should stay a bit farther away from the castle, you're in enough pain and you deserve a little reprieve and distraction. I'm sure Severus wouldn't want you to berate yourself. Maybe you could go up there and keep him company? He had a bad night."
"Of course he had, because of me." Remus sighed. "I wouldn't want to impose -"
"You wouldn't impose, you would offer your support and comfort him, and maybe get some rest as well," Harry argued, tensing minutely when the werewolf shifted. "Severus' bad night had little to do with you, but I'm sure your presence could make this day a good day for him. Why don't you try at least?"
"I -"
"Gryffindors are brave, aren't they?" Harry interrupted him again. "Please, I really think Severus needs you right now."
"Alright," Remus replied, and with the air of someone walking towards their doom, he got up and took the steps to their dorm.
Harry smiled in satisfaction and then in relief when Sirius came down to the common room, now fully dressed and freshly showered. The veela sat down next to Harry, kissing him chastely and then pulling him into his lap.
"Harry, why were you so upset yesterday, hmm?" he asked.
"I was just so worried about Severus," Harry mumbled. "I dreamed of him, that he was in danger and I knew that he really was. I was just really upset and exhausted. I'm sorry I worried you."
"It's okay," Sirius assured him, kissing Harry's neck. "Did you mean what you said yesterday?"
"Yes, of course." Harry nodded almost hastily. "I love you."
"I love you, too," Sirius replied, tilting Harry's chin for another kiss. "You're perfect and you taste delicious."
"Thanks." Harry blushed. "Sirius, would it be okay if... if we still waited with bonding? It's just, that's a very big step, isn't it? And I don't think I'm ready for that yet..." He bit his lip in worry, twisting his hands.
"Of course we'll wait," Sirius answered immediately. "You don't have to worry, Harry. We'll take it slow, alright? One step at a time."
"Okay." Harry nodded timidly. "But maybe you could still show me some of the things you like? So I can get used to the idea? But only if you want to, if not that's fine, I mean, you don't have to, I can read some books or... something."
Sirius laughed loudly at that suggestion, hugging a deep-red Harry to his chest. "Read books, Harry? I don't think that would be an adequate compensation and I can teach you so much more..." He slipped his hand under Harry's sweater, tracing the ridge of his back and drawing a low keen from the elf, while his mouth wandered along the side of Harry's face.
"Do you feel like taking a third shower within one hour?" Harry chuckled breathlessly, clutching to Sirius' shoulders.
"Oh, how naive you are, Harry," Sirius teased him. "We won't be finished within the hour."
"So you plan to ravish me in the middle of the common room?" Harry asked uncomfortably.
"I rather thought about the dorms." Sirius waggled his eyebrows, nibbling on Harry's ear.
"With Severus sleeping in the next bed and Remus in the same room?" Harry questioned awkwardly and Sirius' face fell a little.
"I forgot about him." Sirius pouted before his face lit up again. "I just had the best idea. I think I want to take a shower now... with you."
Harry's eyes widened, making Sirius laugh and scoop him up. "I can walk on my own."
"Do you want to?" Sirius asked, halting his steps.
"Uh, no, I guess," Harry admitted sheepishly, blushing again before he buried his head against Sirius shoulder.
"You are cute when you blush. Even cuter than usual, that is," Sirius murmured in amusement, quickly crossing the dorm where Remus and Severus were talking quietly. Before the door was fully closed and locked, both his hands had already slipped under Harry's sweater again. "I wonder if you blush all over..."
He pulled the sweater over the younger boy's head, noting with amusement that it was one of his own and reached over Harry's calves almost hiding his knees. The veela then kissed Harry's slightly flushed skin, starting at his neck and moving slowly downward, paying special attention to the dusty pink nipples. Finally he went down on his knees in front of Harry. The smaller Gryffindor gasped softly in surprise as Sirius opened his jeans with his teeth, blowing warm breath on the sensitive skin.
"My, Harry, it almost looks like you have planned this. No underwear?" Sirius chuckled, looking up at him.
"I was in a hurry," Harry mumbled, putting his hands lightly on Sirius' shoulders as the other boy let the jeans slide down his legs, leaving him exposed to his hungry gaze.
"I certainly don't mind," Sirius purred. "Do you have your wand, Harry?"
"Yes," Harry replied shakily. "Why?"
"So that you can stop me if I should lose control," Sirius replied, resting his head against Harry's stomach, looking up at him. "I want you to hex me if I do something you don't like, okay?"
Harry shook his head wildly, trembling in horror at the mere thought of hurting his dom. "No, please, I can't. Can't hurt you. It's not right, please don't make me. Please."
"Harry, come on, don't shut down now," Sirius murmured soothingly. "It's just a safety precaution. I promise I won't be angry, but I want to be sure that I don't force you into anything."
"But... no!" Harry exclaimed. "It's bad, bad elf. I'm not supposed to hurt dominants. It's your right."
"No, it's not, Harry," Sirius insisted. "I'll try very hard not to lose control, but I'm not certain that I'll be able to stop. You're irresistible."
"If you try, I don't have to hex you," Harry stated. "I trust you. I don't want to hex you."
"I don't trust myself. Please, promise me that you'll stop me if I go too far," Sirius replied.
"You won't go too far," Harry declared with conviction, crossing his arms over his chest. "I couldn't hex you. You won't order me to do so, will you?"
"No, Harry, but it's..." Sirius sighed. "Fine, but can you promise me to go to Remus and Snape instead of hexing me?"
Harry bit his bottom lip in thought, but then nodded reluctantly. "'Kay."
"Thank you, Harry."
"Are you still going to do... something?" Harry asked shyly.
Sirius chuckled. "Of course, Harry, you don't really think that I would stop now with you naked in my arms, do you? Oh, how innocent you are. Would you like to change that, beautiful?"
Harry nodded hesitantly and Sirius pressed a kiss in Harry's hand before drawing back slightly to cover Harry's stomach and hips with open-mouthed kisses. When Harry moaned, he took that as his cue to move his mouth lower, to the inside of Harry's thighs, no longer kissing but gliding his lips over the smooth skin. Harry whimpered and Sirius pulled back.
"Are you okay, Harry?" he asked. "Do you want me to stop?"
"No!" Harry all but shouted. "I mean, please don't stop."
Sirius grinned and then abruptly took Harry in his mouth, drawing a suppressed mewl from the elf as he started to suckle lightly.
Harry's hands desperately grasped Sirius' shoulders, but before Harry's legs could give out completely under him, the veela took a hold of his hips to stabilise him and then turned back to bringing him closer and closer to the edge.
Not much of his attention was needed before Harry surrendered to the overwhelming sensation and climaxed. Sirius swallowed everything of the bitter liquid, licking up the few drops that had escaped his mouth and landed in the curly thatch of black hair.
"Now I understand," Harry murmured lowly as they sat in the shower and Sirius gently washed him, soaping the slight body.
"What do you understand, Harry?" Sirius asked while gliding his hands over Harry's flat stomach.
"Why he wanted me to do it," the elf whispered, tensing as Sirius' movement stopped.
"This dominant, he forced you to give him blow-jobs," Sirius hissed dangerously and Harry nodded tightly. "If I ever meet this so called dominant, I will fucking kill him."
"I'm okay." Harry turned around, pulling himself against the older Gryffindor. "I just never understood it. Please, don't be angry."
"Why not, Harry? Why didn't you understand it?" Sirius sighed, tilting Harry's head up.
"Because he always told me how disgusting and ugly I was and I couldn't understand why he wanted me to touch him like this," Harry said quietly.
"You are not ugly and not disgusting," Sirius told him insistently. "You're beautiful and he was only jealous because he could never be as pure and good as you. And he wanted you to do this not only because it feels good, but also because he wanted to pretend, for one moment, that he possessed something as great as your love."
Harry chuckled, kissing Sirius' nose. "I doubt that, but if it makes you happy I'll believe you."
"How generous of you." Sirius laughed as well. "But you certainly have a way of killing the mood."
"Sorry, I'm sorry, didn't think. Please, I'm sorry," Harry muttered, rocking back and forth.
"Shh, it was a joke," Sirius whispered in Harry's ear. "I'm glad you told me. Hush, now, it's fine."
"Do you want me to..." he uncertainly motioned to Sirius' very obvious erection.
"No, dashing," Sirius replied, kissing Harry's neck. "I'll take care of that later. This was for you, a present, I don't demand anything in return."
"You are much too good to me, do you know that?" Harry sighed happily, purring as Sirius resumed washing him.
"I could never be too good to you," Sirius chuckled lightly and then fished for a towel for Harry. "If you will excuse me? I think I want to take my third shower now."
Harry laughed and timidly pressed his lips to Sirius', who took that chance to engage Harry in a fiery kiss.
"Thank you, Sirius," he whispered, nuzzling Sirius' neck. "I love you."
"I know." Sirius smirked, earning himself a light slap to the head. "I love you, too. Now go and bother Snape for me. I really don't see why he couldn't sleep in the Snake Pit."
"You know," Harry murmured conspiringly. "I think Remus is already bothering him."
"Like I said, you have a talent for killing the mood." Sirius pouted. "How am I supposed to wank properly with that mental image stuck in my mind?"
"I'm sure you'll find a way." Harry laughed a bit uncertainly at him before getting up. "Will you go outside with me later?"
"Sure." Sirius nodded, closing the shower curtain after Harry and waited for Harry to leave the bathroom before he took care of his own pleasure, thinking about Harry's small hands wrapping around his shaft and the soft lips kissing him passionately, yet shyly.
He was sure that Harry's hands were not only magical with animals, but would also work wonders on his body. Once he allowed it, that was, but until then, the image would have to suffice. Sirius sighed, washing the remnants of his release off of him, assuring himself that he could be patient and wait for Harry. He had kept in control just now, hadn't he? Just barely, but he had managed because he didn't want Harry to do something just because he craved the feeling of safety and thought that Sirius would leave him if he didn't satisfy his needs, because that would never happen. Never.