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traintracksTitle: Thief (it wasn't supposed to be like this)
Author:traintracks
Pairing: Sirius/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Challenge Prompt: Sneak for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
harry100!
Words: 100x16
Warnings: Chan (15), godfather/godson, dub-con/non-con
Summary: Harry's been sneaking into Sirius's bedroom. One night he goes too far.
When all was quiet, Moody the only person still up (because he rarely slept), Harry would sneak through the halls of Grimmauld Place. He could not yet Apparate, so he used his invisibility cloak and tip-toed.
He’d always sneak to the same place. The only place that mattered. He’d sneak into Sirius’s bedroom and watch his godfather sleep.
Sometimes, he’d leave the cloak on, Sirius’s sleep too restless to chance anything. But other times, Harry would remove it. Sometimes, he’d creep close enough to touch him. Sometimes, he did touch him. Sometimes, Harry did things he knew were very wrong.
He’d started having…feelings…for Sirius. They’d sit around in the kitchen talking Order business, and Sirius would have doffed his jacket, maybe unbuttoned the top buttons on his shirt, and suddenly, he’d be all Harry could think about. Sirius would talk, and Harry would become mesmerized by the sound of his voice. He would gesture, and Harry would think about what beautiful hands he had: graceful and commanding.
Harry wasn’t sure what was wrong with him. Maybe he’d been hexed. Whatever it was, Harry could become fixated by a glimpse of tattooed chest and lose all trace of very important conversations.
It wasn’t long after the feelings started that the sneaking did, too. The desire got worse at night. Harry couldn’t sleep. Seeing Sirius sleeping calmed him sometimes. Other times it made things worse. But Harry was having difficulty stopping it. In fact, he was escalating.
He sneaked into Sirius’s room every night now. And touching him became Harry’s ultimate goal.
There was a fire in Harry when he thought of touching Sirius. There was something dangerous inside of him.
He could feel it lurking, getting stronger. He could feel it becoming stronger than his good intentions, ready to boil over.
He’d been getting hard. He’d only have to see Sirius and Harry’s dick would stiffen. Sirius slept shirtless, and when Harry would see his chest, it was all he could do not to touch himself.
He touched Sirius instead.
Harry didn’t use any spells. Part of the horrible thrill was that he might get caught. That Sirius might find out about him. Harry half-wanted that, half-dreaded it. That mixture of want and fear was what made it good – what drove Harry to pull his dick out over the top of his pants. Just the head. Just the shiny, excited head.
He didn’t touch it beyond that. What excited him was that Sirius might see it. Harry even had elaborate fantasies of Sirius finding him like that – Sirius punishing him for it – Sirius taking Harry over his knee, baring his arse, beating it with his bare hand. Harry wouldn’t be able to stop being hard – he would even leak on Sirius’s leg – and the spanking would go on and on.
Harry stood by Sirius’s bedside like that – exposed, schooling his breathing. He reached out slowly and touched his fingers to a tattoo. He watched Sirius’s breath raise and lower his hand.
Harry stayed still for a long time. He felt the warmth of Sirius’s skin, the steady beat of his heart under his fingers. Harry’s gaze drifted down to where the sheet covered Sirius’s hips and legs. Harry lifted his hand and took the sheet. He lowered it so slowly that it took minutes.
Sirius wore thin pajama pants, and when Harry let his hand hover over the fly, he imagined he could feel the heat of the thing.
Carefully, so tentatively that he was nearly trembling, Harry braced a hand on either side of his hips.
He lowered his mouth.
He had never done this before – never so much as touched Sirius’s cock, much less tasted it. Harry’s lust was so powerful there were tears in his eyes. He licked his lips, looked up at his godfather’s sleeping face, and then he opened his mouth and breathed hot air on it.
Sirius didn’t stir. But his cock did. It twitched. Harry lowered his mouth and breathed again. The cock rose up and bumped his bottom lip. Harry shuddered. He let his tongue peek out just a little…and he breathed again.
Sirius’s cock got very hard, and it touched Harry’s tongue.
Harry’s dick was leaking badly. He thought he might come any moment. He moved the cloth of Sirius’s pants with his lips, making a little opening. He barely licked his tongue through, and Sirius’s dick came through the slit and right into Harry’s waiting mouth.
Sirius moaned, and Harry froze, holding his godfather’s cock between his lips. When Sirius settled, though, Harry couldn’t help it – he suckled.
Sirius’s cock tasted like sweat. It made Harry’s mouth water. Harry stifled a groan. He flit his gaze back up to Sirius’s face and then closed his eyes.
He began to suck cock.
Sirius whined as Harry began to move his mouth on it. Harry took it as deep as he could. He was so hard it hurt. It didn’t last long. Harry bobbed his head, and Sirius woke with a strangled cry, coming streams into his mouth. When he looked down and saw Harry, Sirius’s eyes widened, and though his hips had begun fucking and still were, he moaned, tragically, wounded, “Nnnoooo…,” the last of it shooting, swallowed down, slicking Harry’s lips.
“No,” he panted. “No. No, Harry. NO!”
He shoved Harry off of him so hard, Harry landed on the floor.
“Oh my God,” Sirius chanted. He’d sat up, put his cock away, and had his head in his hands. “Oh my God.”
“Sirius…” Harry said from the floor.
“What did you DO?” Sirius wailed. He looked up, and the look of shock and dismay was so violent it hurt to see it.
“I-“
“Why?” Sirius shouted. “Christ, WHY, Harry?!”
Harry blinked, afraid. This wasn’t like the punishment he’d envisioned. This was…pain. This was Sirius’s pain.
“Why like this? It wasn’t supposed to be like this.” He stood, towered over Harry. His voice broke. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this.”
Tears sprang to Harry’s eyes. His voice was small. All he could think to say was, “I’m sorry.”
Sirius reached down and grabbed him by the shoulders, making Harry flinch. Sirius dragged him up. “Are you? Are you sorry, Harry?” His eyes were a fierce blue. “Didn’t you get what you wanted?” Sirius shook him. “Didn’t you?” A tear fell down his godfather’s face. And then Sirius said, “Because it’s not what I wanted. It’s not what I wanted, Harry, goddamn it! I wanted this.”
And he leaned down and pressed his lips to Harry’s in a hot, gentle kiss.
Harry stiffened. He’d never been kissed before. This was a grown man kissing him, with whiskers, wisdom, experience.
This was a man who loved him. Who was furious with him. Whom he’d made come.
When he felt Sirius’s tongue sliding between his lips, Harry opened them. He let his body relax. Sirius held him up.
The kiss was tender, sweet, and slow. Harry wished it wouldn’t end. But it did. Sirius pulled back. He was trembling. With love or fury.
Sirius whispered against his lips, “This is how I wanted it. Not to wake up coming inside my godson’s mouth.”
The last words were spat at him, and Sirius turned away from him, letting him go, running a hand through his hair. He cursed loudly, and it made Harry jump.
“I didn’t- I didn’t mean to.”
Sirius spun on him. “Of course you meant to, don’t give me that, Harry!” The angry flush reached down his chest. Harry didn’t know if he was fighting with his godfather or just with a beautiful man. He swallowed. Sirius went on, “You’re the most gifted wizard I have ever known, so don’t give me some line about you didn’t mean to, goddamn it.”
Harry didn’t know what to do, what to say to make things better. He feared what he’d just done had killed them – could sever their special bond forever. The tears fell onto his cheeks. He began shivering.
“Don’t you love me, Harry?” Sirius asked, the pain in his voice unmistakable.
He approached Harry again. He started to reach out, stopped himself, reached out again and touched Harry’s cheek. The palm of his hand was rough and careful.
“I love you more than anything,” Harry admitted before he could stop himself. He swallowed. He looked into Sirius’s eyes. “More than anything.”
Sirius grabbed him up in a hard hug, holding fiercely, rocking. “I’m enraged with you,” he growled. Harry closed his eyes and breathed him in, Sirius’s sinewy chest so warm against his face. “But I love you, Harry. I’ll always love you. Do you understand me?”
Harry nodded against him, ashamed of himself.
“You don’t have to take what I would have freely given you,” Sirius whispered. Harry gasped at the words, and Sirius took Harry’s tear-stained face in his hands, tilting it up. “Do you understand me, Harry?”
“You…love me?”
“Yes.”
“You…love me like…that?”
Sirius closed his eyes. “Yes.”
Harry’s heart was pounding. “Will you make love to me?”
Sirius sighed. “Someday.”
Harry’s hopes fell.
“Goddamnit, don’t look at me like that,” Sirius seethed. “Someday soon,” he amended. His hand sifted over Harry’s head. “Someday soon, we’ll do this my way, and you’ll know how much better it can be.” Then he said, “I shouldn’t do this,” and he kissed Harry again, everything about it reverent, masterful.
Harry melted against him. He wrapped his arms around Sirius’s neck and felt the man groan. He’d been forgiven. And more than that, Harry knew, held in Sirius’s arms, he’d been saved.
Author:
traintracksPairing: Sirius/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Challenge Prompt: Sneak for
harry100!Words: 100x16
Warnings: Chan (15), godfather/godson, dub-con/non-con
Summary: Harry's been sneaking into Sirius's bedroom. One night he goes too far.
When all was quiet, Moody the only person still up (because he rarely slept), Harry would sneak through the halls of Grimmauld Place. He could not yet Apparate, so he used his invisibility cloak and tip-toed.
He’d always sneak to the same place. The only place that mattered. He’d sneak into Sirius’s bedroom and watch his godfather sleep.
Sometimes, he’d leave the cloak on, Sirius’s sleep too restless to chance anything. But other times, Harry would remove it. Sometimes, he’d creep close enough to touch him. Sometimes, he did touch him. Sometimes, Harry did things he knew were very wrong.
He’d started having…feelings…for Sirius. They’d sit around in the kitchen talking Order business, and Sirius would have doffed his jacket, maybe unbuttoned the top buttons on his shirt, and suddenly, he’d be all Harry could think about. Sirius would talk, and Harry would become mesmerized by the sound of his voice. He would gesture, and Harry would think about what beautiful hands he had: graceful and commanding.
Harry wasn’t sure what was wrong with him. Maybe he’d been hexed. Whatever it was, Harry could become fixated by a glimpse of tattooed chest and lose all trace of very important conversations.
It wasn’t long after the feelings started that the sneaking did, too. The desire got worse at night. Harry couldn’t sleep. Seeing Sirius sleeping calmed him sometimes. Other times it made things worse. But Harry was having difficulty stopping it. In fact, he was escalating.
He sneaked into Sirius’s room every night now. And touching him became Harry’s ultimate goal.
There was a fire in Harry when he thought of touching Sirius. There was something dangerous inside of him.
He could feel it lurking, getting stronger. He could feel it becoming stronger than his good intentions, ready to boil over.
He’d been getting hard. He’d only have to see Sirius and Harry’s dick would stiffen. Sirius slept shirtless, and when Harry would see his chest, it was all he could do not to touch himself.
He touched Sirius instead.
Harry didn’t use any spells. Part of the horrible thrill was that he might get caught. That Sirius might find out about him. Harry half-wanted that, half-dreaded it. That mixture of want and fear was what made it good – what drove Harry to pull his dick out over the top of his pants. Just the head. Just the shiny, excited head.
He didn’t touch it beyond that. What excited him was that Sirius might see it. Harry even had elaborate fantasies of Sirius finding him like that – Sirius punishing him for it – Sirius taking Harry over his knee, baring his arse, beating it with his bare hand. Harry wouldn’t be able to stop being hard – he would even leak on Sirius’s leg – and the spanking would go on and on.
Harry stood by Sirius’s bedside like that – exposed, schooling his breathing. He reached out slowly and touched his fingers to a tattoo. He watched Sirius’s breath raise and lower his hand.
Harry stayed still for a long time. He felt the warmth of Sirius’s skin, the steady beat of his heart under his fingers. Harry’s gaze drifted down to where the sheet covered Sirius’s hips and legs. Harry lifted his hand and took the sheet. He lowered it so slowly that it took minutes.
Sirius wore thin pajama pants, and when Harry let his hand hover over the fly, he imagined he could feel the heat of the thing.
Carefully, so tentatively that he was nearly trembling, Harry braced a hand on either side of his hips.
He lowered his mouth.
He had never done this before – never so much as touched Sirius’s cock, much less tasted it. Harry’s lust was so powerful there were tears in his eyes. He licked his lips, looked up at his godfather’s sleeping face, and then he opened his mouth and breathed hot air on it.
Sirius didn’t stir. But his cock did. It twitched. Harry lowered his mouth and breathed again. The cock rose up and bumped his bottom lip. Harry shuddered. He let his tongue peek out just a little…and he breathed again.
Sirius’s cock got very hard, and it touched Harry’s tongue.
Harry’s dick was leaking badly. He thought he might come any moment. He moved the cloth of Sirius’s pants with his lips, making a little opening. He barely licked his tongue through, and Sirius’s dick came through the slit and right into Harry’s waiting mouth.
Sirius moaned, and Harry froze, holding his godfather’s cock between his lips. When Sirius settled, though, Harry couldn’t help it – he suckled.
Sirius’s cock tasted like sweat. It made Harry’s mouth water. Harry stifled a groan. He flit his gaze back up to Sirius’s face and then closed his eyes.
He began to suck cock.
Sirius whined as Harry began to move his mouth on it. Harry took it as deep as he could. He was so hard it hurt. It didn’t last long. Harry bobbed his head, and Sirius woke with a strangled cry, coming streams into his mouth. When he looked down and saw Harry, Sirius’s eyes widened, and though his hips had begun fucking and still were, he moaned, tragically, wounded, “Nnnoooo…,” the last of it shooting, swallowed down, slicking Harry’s lips.
“No,” he panted. “No. No, Harry. NO!”
He shoved Harry off of him so hard, Harry landed on the floor.
“Oh my God,” Sirius chanted. He’d sat up, put his cock away, and had his head in his hands. “Oh my God.”
“Sirius…” Harry said from the floor.
“What did you DO?” Sirius wailed. He looked up, and the look of shock and dismay was so violent it hurt to see it.
“I-“
“Why?” Sirius shouted. “Christ, WHY, Harry?!”
Harry blinked, afraid. This wasn’t like the punishment he’d envisioned. This was…pain. This was Sirius’s pain.
“Why like this? It wasn’t supposed to be like this.” He stood, towered over Harry. His voice broke. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this.”
Tears sprang to Harry’s eyes. His voice was small. All he could think to say was, “I’m sorry.”
Sirius reached down and grabbed him by the shoulders, making Harry flinch. Sirius dragged him up. “Are you? Are you sorry, Harry?” His eyes were a fierce blue. “Didn’t you get what you wanted?” Sirius shook him. “Didn’t you?” A tear fell down his godfather’s face. And then Sirius said, “Because it’s not what I wanted. It’s not what I wanted, Harry, goddamn it! I wanted this.”
And he leaned down and pressed his lips to Harry’s in a hot, gentle kiss.
Harry stiffened. He’d never been kissed before. This was a grown man kissing him, with whiskers, wisdom, experience.
This was a man who loved him. Who was furious with him. Whom he’d made come.
When he felt Sirius’s tongue sliding between his lips, Harry opened them. He let his body relax. Sirius held him up.
The kiss was tender, sweet, and slow. Harry wished it wouldn’t end. But it did. Sirius pulled back. He was trembling. With love or fury.
Sirius whispered against his lips, “This is how I wanted it. Not to wake up coming inside my godson’s mouth.”
The last words were spat at him, and Sirius turned away from him, letting him go, running a hand through his hair. He cursed loudly, and it made Harry jump.
“I didn’t- I didn’t mean to.”
Sirius spun on him. “Of course you meant to, don’t give me that, Harry!” The angry flush reached down his chest. Harry didn’t know if he was fighting with his godfather or just with a beautiful man. He swallowed. Sirius went on, “You’re the most gifted wizard I have ever known, so don’t give me some line about you didn’t mean to, goddamn it.”
Harry didn’t know what to do, what to say to make things better. He feared what he’d just done had killed them – could sever their special bond forever. The tears fell onto his cheeks. He began shivering.
“Don’t you love me, Harry?” Sirius asked, the pain in his voice unmistakable.
He approached Harry again. He started to reach out, stopped himself, reached out again and touched Harry’s cheek. The palm of his hand was rough and careful.
“I love you more than anything,” Harry admitted before he could stop himself. He swallowed. He looked into Sirius’s eyes. “More than anything.”
Sirius grabbed him up in a hard hug, holding fiercely, rocking. “I’m enraged with you,” he growled. Harry closed his eyes and breathed him in, Sirius’s sinewy chest so warm against his face. “But I love you, Harry. I’ll always love you. Do you understand me?”
Harry nodded against him, ashamed of himself.
“You don’t have to take what I would have freely given you,” Sirius whispered. Harry gasped at the words, and Sirius took Harry’s tear-stained face in his hands, tilting it up. “Do you understand me, Harry?”
“You…love me?”
“Yes.”
“You…love me like…that?”
Sirius closed his eyes. “Yes.”
Harry’s heart was pounding. “Will you make love to me?”
Sirius sighed. “Someday.”
Harry’s hopes fell.
“Goddamnit, don’t look at me like that,” Sirius seethed. “Someday soon,” he amended. His hand sifted over Harry’s head. “Someday soon, we’ll do this my way, and you’ll know how much better it can be.” Then he said, “I shouldn’t do this,” and he kissed Harry again, everything about it reverent, masterful.
Harry melted against him. He wrapped his arms around Sirius’s neck and felt the man groan. He’d been forgiven. And more than that, Harry knew, held in Sirius’s arms, he’d been saved.
