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traintracksTitle: Complicated Magic
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Pairing(s), Characters: Harry/Teddy, Teddy/OMCs, (Harry/Ginny [past], mentions of Ginny/Dean and Hermione/Ron, past Sirius/Harry UST if you squint), James Sirius, Albus Severus, Lily Luna, OMC
Rating: NC-17
Words: 14,600
Prompt: "No matter how many men Teddy dates, none of them can compare to his first crush, Harry Potter."
Summary: What happens when a hopelessly infatuated Teddy Lupin and a newly-single Harry Potter collide over Christmas?
Warnings: very mild and brief bondage, mild pain kink, mild jealousy, sexual promiscuity, cross-gen, godfather/godson
A/N: Huge thanks toelrhiarhodan for the non-stop cheerleading and kickass beta, and also torino10154 who gave some invaluable advice. All remaining mistakes are mine.
Original posting here.
Part One
Harry didn't let Teddy undress him. He didn't spell his own clothes away either. He just laid Teddy down on the rug in front of the hearth and then stood over him and took things off one article at a time while Teddy ached.
Auror coat, big shiny buttons jingling in the breathless silence. Shirt, so slowly opened while his gaze roved Teddy's skin. Teddy's cock jumped every time Harry looked at it, and finally, Harry smiled. He smiled at Teddy's cock. And it jumped again. They shared a bubbling up of laughter. And then the shirt was gone, and Teddy stopped laughing. He watched as Harry unbuttoned his trousers and let out a thick heavy cock. Teddy propped himself up on his elbows just to be nearer to it. Christ, he was salivating. He wanted to suck it, to wank so fucking bad to the sight of his godfather's proud dick.
But then Harry was kneeling down on the rug with him, touching his face, running a finger over Teddy's lips. Teddy immediately opened his mouth and sucked it inside. But Harry withdrew it and simply touched it to Teddy's bottom lip again.
"You've no idea…" Harry said.
Teddy seriously didn't have any idea what that meant, but he didn't care. He tried to pull Harry down on top of him, but Harry resisted and just smiled, something in it both sad and mysterious.
"You don't call the shots," Harry told him. Then he moved between Teddy's legs, put his hands on Teddy's knees, bent and opened them, and Teddy wiggled a little, excited to soon feel that massive cock stretching him open.
But all Harry did was bring his wet finger to the tip of Teddy's cock and…pet it. He stroked softly, maddeningly, and Teddy's hips bucked for more, firmer, anything! Harry teased him, pressing his finger against the slit, made little circles, moving the soft skin over the engorged muscle. Teddy banged his head back against the floor and moaned.
"I bet you make them hurt, don't you? All those boys, wanting you so badly." Harry tapped his cock then. Just the one finger, bouncing Teddy's penis in a tantalizing rhythm that had Teddy dying to fuck. "I hurt, too," Harry admitted, watching him with lit eyes, studying his every response. "It hurts me every time I even look at you, and I haven't even known why. Haven't had the bollocks to figure it out." That finger dipped down and tickled at Teddy's balls, then, as if to emphasize. Teddy whimpered.
Then Harry wrapped his hand -- his rough, sure hand -- around the shaft of Teddy's cock, and Teddy's eyes rolled shut. He wasn't using any magic or anything but Teddy thought he might come harder than he ever had and in near-record time. "Harry!" he cried, a warning and a plea.
"Exspecto," Harry said softly. Teddy came right up to the edge but couldn't tumble over. Harry had halted his orgasm but not decreased his arousal. Teddy cried and fucked his hips up, pushing his cock through Harry's warm fist urgently, gritting his teeth. But after a few humiliating seconds, Harry removed his hand.
"Shit!" Teddy groaned loudly.
"And if you spell me, I'll just counter it and we'll be here all night just like this. You'll spend Christmas naked and unsatisfied on my rug while I open presents in the next room."
"And if I don't? Spell you?"
Harry just looked down at him like he was the most precious thing. He whispered something, and then his wet finger pressed down between Teddy's buttocks, against his arsehole, into it, not stopping until it was all the way inside him and Teddy pulled his knees in for moreGodYES, and Harry finger-fucked him leisurely, sliding his finger in and almost all the way out again as though he was doing something as innocuous as making afternoon tea.
The sensation sizzled through Teddy's body. He was already so close to coming and couldn't. His cock strained red and wet up to his belly, and he trembled with the lust coursing through him, rocking on his godfather's one easy finger. Harry had him ready to fall to pieces and with what? Almost nothing. The tears fell from Teddy's eyes, sliding into his hair, and he begged him, begged Harry, to fuck him.
"Please, oh God, please Harry… Please Harry…" He rocked and he rocked and he rocked, and Harry wouldn't even so much as add a second finger. "Please, Harry… Please, Harry!" Teddy was nearing incoherency, and he didn't care.
"I'm not going to give you what you want now. I know what you want. Legilimens me, Teddy." When Teddy hesitated, half out of his mind with needing to come, Harry said it again, forcefully, "Do it."
"Legilimens," Teddy breathed. And then he saw himself, on his hands and knees, head down, arse up, and Harry was pounding away inside him – hard…fucking HARD…as though love and hate were too close to call, and Teddy was crying out, coming, Harry's cocking ramming into him from behind so fast, heedless, a machine.
When he opened his eyes on a gasp, Harry was still there, still fingering him open, not a hint of the primal thing he'd been in his own mind.
"I'll give you what you want," Harry murmured tenderly. "I'll give it to you like that all night."
Teddy moaned.
"But this," he said, withdrawing his finger – and Teddy opened his eyes to see Harry's glinting with emotion. He came to loom over Teddy, taking himself in hand. Teddy readied himself for it, although nothing could have prepared him for how it actually felt when Harry inserted himself – when he mounted Teddy slowly, working the head in while Teddy hyperventilated. Teddy hugged his knees up, burning as Harry pressed inexorably forward. "This," Harry grunted, sheathing his cock deep, deep inside him. "You'll remember this forever."
…
Fucking Teddy Lupin was like nothing Harry had ever felt before. It had been a long time since he'd buggered a bloke – the brief affair after Lily had been born when he'd found out about Ginny's letters to Dean. But then they'd fixed things, or so they'd both pretended, and that was that. And it had been years before that, too.
Now here was Teddy, his body pliant beneath Harry, responsive, flushed so pretty. And he was electric. There was no other word. Putting his cock inside was like some sort of spell gone wickedly, perfectly wrong. They'd flicked a switch. They fit. And there really was no going back.
There was so much to think about, so much to discuss, so many more hours and days to feel guilty, responsible, to do the work of getting Teddy to accept his belated love, to accept himself.
But right now, he was inside. Harry was balls deep inside him, and something else took over. Something immediate and scary, because it wanted to forget all the rest. It just wanted to fuck.
So Harry gave into it. He propped Teddy's heels on his shoulders, stared down into crystalline blue eyes, and he moved slowly, using the whole of his cock, killing himself with the pace, if only to show Teddy – to try to show him – the barest hint of what he suspected this could be.
It couldn't be called thrusting, this languid roll of his hips. It was torture, but Harry wanted to feel every inch. He wanted Teddy to feel every…single…moment.
And Harry kissed him. Never fierce. Never with all that he felt. He just stole down, rocking on top of him, and dipped his tongue in to taste. Teddy's tongue met his, and they danced for a moment, and then Harry pulled back once again to look into Teddy's changing eyes. Gold. They were golden.
Harry had begun to sweat, more from the effort of holding back than the exertion itself. It was growing as painful for Harry not to let Teddy come as it was for the young man blinking up at him. Harry could feel it building in himself despite his best attempts to control it.
Harry kissed him again, Teddy mewled, and that did it. An animal desire sprung up in him, fed his blood, and Harry started a real, more violent thrusting. Teddy broke the kiss, panting in his face, "Oh please yes…"
Harry widened his knees, planted his hands on either side of Teddy's shoulders, and by virtue of that, his pretzeled legs, and he pounded into him, his own mouth dropping open, the heat of it surging through his legs, his belly, clenching in his balls and finally surging through his cock as he came inside Teddy, finally losing himself, losing control, and moaning Teddy's name through an orgasm that made it feel like he'd never really had one before.
"Jesus," he breathed, thrusting in his own spunk.
He gazed down at Teddy who looked like he was in some kind of psychic pain. He was grasping his knees so hard, his knuckles were white.
"Teddy…" Harry murmured. "Let go." He was still hard enough to keep going, so he eased the feet with their adorably curled toes off his shoulders and wrapped Teddy's long legs around his waist.
Teddy immediately ran his hands into Harry's hair, down his neck, over his shoulders, down as far as he could reach to the renewed thrusting of Harry's hips.
"Please… God, PLEASE, Harry," he keened.
It was then that Harry realized his cock was still spelled not to come. He cast the dispeller, but then what happened next defied all reason.
Teddy didn't just come – he screamed with it. And his body didn't just shake – the whole bloody ROOM did! "GOD! " Teddy wailed, his cock spurting white ribbons all over his chest and stomach while Harry kept fucking, even as he looked around the room, lips parted and eyes wide with shock, making sure the fixtures weren't going to come toppling down on their heads.
Teddy groaned, and the room trembled, and his ass squeeeezed Harry's cock just right. Harry eased him through it, watching his features contort, loving the feel of that warm cock twitching between their bodies.
One of Ginny's old awful paintings of her great aunt slipped and hung from one corner, swinging. A candlestick toppled off one of the end tables. And Teddy slowly spiraled back down, the orgasm subsiding, leaving him breathless, his pupils blown, and he looked…
Terrified.
Harry, on the other hand, was awed.
He stilled his hips and stroked Teddy's face, smiling down on him. "That was unreal," he said, dick still throbbing deep inside. Harry felt beyond wonderful, so connected. He wished he saw that same feeling staring up at him, but the fear in Teddy's eyes was plain. "Hey. It's all right. Are you all right? Did I…did I hurt you?" The realization dawned suddenly, and Harry made to pull out.
Teddy grabbed his shoulders. "No. You didn't hurt me. I… I'm sorry. I thought I could control it. I didn't mean to—"
"Don't apologize," Harry said. "Merlin, don't apologize for the most amazing orgasm I've ever witnessed in my life." He couldn't help but laugh with the joy of it. "I mean, holy fuck, Teddy."
Teddy looked up at him, unsure maybe that Harry was still sane. "You're not angry?"
"Why on earth would I be ang--?" Harry cut himself off and decided on a different tactic, swooping down and taking Teddy's mouth, stroking his tongue over Teddy's slowly, deep, and Teddy's hands went into Harry's hair, gripping, as he whimpered into Harry's mouth.
When Harry rose back up again, he could feel his cock slipping out of Teddy's body. He groaned in frustration but gingerly sat back and extricated himself.
"Can you sit up?" Harry asked him.
"Think so," Teddy smirked. Harry held out his hand and helped and then they were sitting together, naked on his study floor.
Harry kept hold of Teddy's hand. "Has that ever happened…before?" He spared a snap of his fingers toward the hearth, bringing the fire back up to a pleasant roar.
Teddy was staring down at their entwined fingers. "I'm holding your hand," he said softly. He smiled. "I'm holding your hand after you shagged me." When he looked back up at Harry, his eyes were glittering once more.
Harry couldn't help but smile back. "So you're not…? You don't have regrets?"
"Fuck no." Teddy blushed.
"Neither do I," Harry told him. "I mean, I feel like a total wanker, but aside from that…"
Teddy smiled. "You can wank me anytime."
"Okay, that's a lovely thought, but don't change the subject. Have you ever…shaken a house like that before?" When he didn't receive an answer, he prodded. "Teddy."
"Not in a long time."
"What are you afraid of?"
Teddy looked at him like it should have been obvious. "Harry," he said. "I'm…"
"You're what?"
Teddy just pressed his lips together.
"Beautiful?" Harry tried. "Brilliant? Kind, loving, smart? Sex on legs?"
Teddy blushed again. Then he looked Harry right in the eye. "I'm dangerous."
Harry swallowed. He knew better than to be flippant now. Not that his suggestions had been flippant; they were all true. But Harry knew all too well what Teddy was trying to say. He remembered the dreams, the visions – being the snake. He remembered the taste of blood on his tongue and the ecstasy of the kill. He gripped Teddy's hand tighter.
"I can help you," he found himself saying. "Teddy, you're a good person. D'you hear me? You're so good. I'm so pr—"
Shit. He wasn't that person anymore, was he? Could he shag Teddy Lupin and then be proud of his godson the next moment? Harry was buggered by confusion and guilt and quite speechless for the moment.
Then something struck him. "That's why you're ashamed." Teddy tried to take his hand away, but Harry held it fast. "That's why you're afraid to teach. Isn't it? You're afraid of what you can't control. You're afraid you'll hurt them. That's why it's easier to do by floo." There were tears in Teddy's downcast eyes. "You're trying to protect them," Harry said softly. Teddy blinked, and his tears fell. "You're trying to protect the world from yourself."
Teddy broke on a sob. Harry Summoned an old afghan off the sofa. He wrapped it around Teddy's shoulders and held him. "It's okay," he said. "It's okay, Teddy. It's okay."
Teddy rested his head on Harry's shoulder, and Harry felt the hot tears slide down his skin. He held Teddy and let him cry. He'd never – not once – seen Teddy cry. "It's okay," he whispered. "I'll help you. I'll help you, all right?" But he didn't expect an answer, and he didn't get one. He just stared into the hearth and waited, Teddy warm in his arms.
Finally, Teddy sniffed and pulled back a little. "Shit, I'm sorry."
"'S'all right," Harry told him.
"Do you…really think…you can help me?"
"I don't think -- I know. I only regret that I didn't know what you were going through sooner. I'm so sorry about that."
Teddy grinned then and sniffed once more. "If you'd been the world's greatest godfather, Harry, everything would be proper and I'd've never gotten shagged."
"Oh God," Harry laughed. Teddy laughed, too. It was sort of laugh or go mad. "Don't ever say that again," Harry chided, blushing fiercely.
"What? Shag? Do you not want me to talk about you fucking me, Harry?" And oh the way the young man enunciated his f's…. There was a wicked gleam in his eye now, and he was shucking the throw.
Harry looked down to see his cock getting hard again, and his own twitched. "Okay, but wait," Harry said, taking Teddy by the wrist. "Wait a moment, will you?" He touched his face. "I don't just want to shag. All right? You're beautiful. You're so very beautiful, Teddy, and you're…" Harry swallowed. "Well, you're seriously hot."
Teddy's face split into an enormous smile.
"But," Harry said. "But more than that… You're an extraordinary person. You're a good person. You're glorious, really. And I want everything." He swallowed. "Not all at once. But I do want it. Teddy, I want everything you are."
Teddy blinked, dumbfounded. "I…"
"Shut it," Harry admonished gently. "I want to make love to you. And I want to help you know how powerful and strong and wonderful you are. And I want you to sleep in my bed tonight. Will you sleep with me, Teddy?"
Teddy nodded, and Harry cupped his face.
"And I want to kiss you," Harry whispered. "I always want to k—" Teddy launched himself forward. Harry laughed into the kiss before Teddy's tongue brutalized his mouth, and Harry laid back with Teddy on top of him, still kissing, feeling their new erections slide together and feeling happier than he had in ages.
...
Teddy was in his bed, under the covers. Harry leaned down and brushed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I'll be back. I need to check on them," he said.
Teddy nodded.
Harry left the room quietly, snicking the door shut.
He padded down the hall and cracked the boys' door. James was snoring, and Al was faced the wrong way in his bed again, socked feet sticking out of his blankets on his pillow. Harry stifled a laugh and shut the door gently.
He crossed the hall and peeked in at Lily. Her bedside lamp was on, and when he looked at her, she opened her eyes. He and Ginny used to joke that their daughter was psychic. Although, it had never really been much of a joke at all.
"Dad?" she called.
He stepped into the room. "Sorry I woke you."
"You didn't. What was that noise earlier?" she yawned. "I thought there was a storm."
"Just some magic gone awry," he told her.
She nodded, then she sank down under her covers once more, turning under her blanket, pulling it up to her ear. "You ought not to try complicated magic you can't handle, Dad."
"Thanks for the tip," he said.
"G'night, Dad."
"Goodnight, Lils." Then he added, "I love you."
"Love you, too, Dad," she yawned again.
He smiled, relieved that his only daughter maybe didn't hate him after all. He swallowed and backed out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him.
Then he turned toward his bedroom, back to the young man lying in his bed, back to whatever raw power awaited him there.
…
Harry woke slowly. It wasn't even light. And he felt wonderful.
He was about to stretch when three things registered simultaneously:
He was hard as a pipe.
Someone was going down on him.
And Teddy.
Teddy and Teddy and Teddy.
"Oh, fuck," Harry breathed, lifting his head to find Teddy blinking up at him, his lips stretched around the head of his cock. Teddy's eyes smiled at him, and then they closed, and he started bobbing his head.
"God, Teddy…" Harry sighed, laying his head back down and running his hand through Teddy's hair – stopping just to hold it.
Harry lay there, his legs and back sore, his mouth dry, and his soul singing. His breath hitched as Teddy took him into his throat – Christ, his throat ! He balled the hand in his hair into a fist. Too soon, he was coming. He was coming in Teddy's mouth, and Teddy swallowed it, making glorious little sounds.
All of Harry's bones melted in the aftermath. Teddy lifted his blowjob-swollen lips, licking them. "Happy Christmas, Harry," he said.
"Imp," Harry breathed. "Happy Christmas to you – c'mere."
Teddy crawled up to straddle Harry's lap. Harry took him by the hips, unable not to stare at his beautiful erection. He went to take it in hand and saw the rather large purple bruise on his hip. "Shit, did I do that, Teddy?" He brushed his thumb over it.
Teddy inhaled, but he shook his head. "Banged it into my bathroom sink 'cause I was hurrying to get here."
"Want me to fix it?" Harry asked, but he couldn't stop running his thumb over it.
Teddy shook his head. "Want you to fix this."
Harry smiled. He wrapped his hand around Teddy's cock. Teddy dropped his head back. Harry began to pull, keeping a thumb on the bruise and rubbing the whole time.
"Harry…"
"You like that?"
"Yes…" Teddy propped his hands behind him and arched.
"You like it to hurt a little?" He pressed his thumb in and sped up his hand.
"Y-yes…"
Teddy held his breath and then came all over Harry's chest, gasping, his hips fucking.
And then, before Harry could reach for his wand to do a cleaning spell, Teddy fell forward, licking up his own semen with fervor.
Harry watched him, his every inhale pressing his chest to Teddy's mouth.
"Hey," he said.
Teddy blinked up.
"Your hair's gone plum-colored."
Teddy smiled.
…
Christmas, itself, was a blur. Harry focused on his kids, and Teddy was happy to watch him do it. Everything was presents, music, snacks. They had everything but the snow. It stayed clear and bitingly cold.
Teddy wondered if Harry missed Ginny. He didn't want to ask. Harry was obviously trying very hard to be a spectacular father. Teddy knew it came from love. But he also wondered how guilty he felt, too. And how much of the guilt bore Teddy's name.
Harry didn't flinch away from him, though. Teddy had feared he might – that once he woke up and saw the children and had some coffee, he'd realize what a mistake it all was. He'd be ashamed. He'd retreat.
He didn't.
Harry stole glances. He stole caresses when the kids all ran outside to try their new brooms and cast new spells from Al's 'The Unabridged Witch and Wizard' on unsuspecting holly bushes. Harry cornered Teddy in the hallway on the way to throw the wrapping in the recycling bin. He walked Teddy against a wall, holding his hips hard, and kissed him, wet and hungry. Teddy dropped his armload of wrapping paper at their feet and wound his arms around Harry's neck, his whole body tingling with pleasure.
Harry kept catching his eye over dinner that night. He'd talk to his kids – classes and field trips and magic and old stories of Harry's time at Hogwarts and talk of staying for the next holiday -- and Teddy listened to them and laughed, and then out of nowhere, in the silence, Teddy would catch Harry looking at him.
After dinner, Harry told the children they didn't have to help do dishes. James high-fived Albus, and they ran off to play the new video game Teddy had bought them. "Share with your sister!" Harry shouted after them.
And Lily shouted back, "I don't want them to!"
"All right then!" Harry yelled in return. "Leave Lily alone!"
Teddy laughed, watching him.
But when they were alone, Harry threw his dish towel to the side. He pocketed his wand. He turned Teddy toward the sink and pressed in close behind. He licked and bit at his neck, pushing his cock up against Teddy's ass and his fingers – oh…. His fingers into the deepening bruise.
"I want you," he growled, and he bit down on Teddy's neck again.
Teddy made a small sound in his throat, too hard to think straight.
"Tonight," Harry promised. "Tonight." One last lick over the mark he'd made. Then, "Leave the bloody dishes; I want to play Quidditch." Harry tugged on his hand.
"Fuck!" Teddy yelped. But he was laughing. He was aroused and laughing, and he didn't want to go out in the cold, but that's where Harry was going, and Teddy knew he'd follow the man anywhere.
So they played a horrible game of one-on-one in the near-dark. Well, Teddy was horrible. Harry was, as ever, brilliant.
"Uncle!" Teddy cried as Harry scored on him – again! "Jesus Christ!" he laughed. "I'm freezing and I SUCK! Can we go in now?"
Harry soared to a perfect dime-stop next to where Teddy had crash-landed. He helped Teddy up. He cupped his cheek. "Thank you," he said. He quirked a smile. "I won't make you do that often."
"Promise?"
"Yes, actually, you're rubbish."
Teddy shoved him, and Harry stumbled, his smile shining in the dark.
"Come inside and wipe the floor with me in chess?"
Teddy nodded. "I like the sound of that with some Firewhiskey."
"I love you."
Teddy gasped. "Wh-what?"
"You heard me. But I'll never not say it. If you need to hear it, and I'm being a self-involved workaholic dick – and I will be -- just tell me. I'm in love with you, Teddy."
Teddy tried not to cry. He at least didn't let any tears fall. "Shit…" he said, blinking hard, kicking at cold dirt. He pulled out a cigarette and bent over to light it. He took a long drag. "Shit," he said again, blowing smoke into the night.
"I'm gonna go see if Lils wants to help me play and maybe at least give you a run for your money…maybe have some Christmas cake first." He touched Teddy's arm, squeezed it. "Come in when you're ready, okay?"
Teddy nodded. He turned away from the house and stood there and smoked, one arm wrapped around himself to protect from the cold. To try to hold the walls in place just a little longer, even though he ached just to let them come crumbling down. To feel safe.
…
The week flew. The kids were all antsy by the time Ginny showed up to fetch them, but Teddy dreaded it. And not just because he suspected Ginny hated him. It was because he didn't want to – couldn't conceive of going back.
They hadn't spoken of it except that Harry seemed to expect some nebulous schedule around which they'd work to get Teddy's magic under wraps.
They'd gone out in the field to see what would happen if Teddy just let loose. It was an exercise in horror, really. Harry had commanded him to use Avis and send a flock of yellow birds, precisely twenty, from the palms of his hands. Harry had demonstrated, and Teddy watched, wide-eyed, as Harry snapped out five little birds who then went happily chorusing into the bare trees.
Teddy had taken a breath and then held out his hand, and before he knew it, two hundred large ravens erupted into the sky. They cawed and careened and flew off into the distance, and when he turned to look at Harry it had been to see that he'd been trying not to laugh.
"I'm sorry, I just imagined the looks on the Muggles' faces in Trafalgar Square as they get shat upon in a few minutes." And then he really did laugh. The plonker doubled over.
"It's not funny."
"Okay. I'm sorry."
"I can do it with my wand, it's just—" Teddy held out his hands in frustration.
"It's okay. All right. Let's try this." Harry cleared his throat.
And then Harry had asked him to call Aqua Eructo down on the field, making a pond exactly ten meters in diameter.
"Now, I've got to use my wand for this one," Harry told him. Once again, he demonstrated, this time making a perfect circle of water to his exact specifications, drawing everything how he wanted it with the tip of his wand. The sheer control he had was astonishing. Teddy gulped.
"Now you," Harry had said. "No wand," he emphasized.
Teddy had readied his stance and lifted his arms, but before he knew it a trickle turned to a gush that grew to an all-out deluge. Teddy's arms shook. He gritted his teeth and tried to pull it back, but the fields were already awash for acres and acres, the waves crashing all the way up to where the hills started.
Harry had thrown his arms out, and a green energy had shot from his hands, containing the flood in moments, pulling it back in and in and in further still until it was the size of a drop. Then he'd rubbed it away between his palms.
"I told you I could control you," Harry said, his eyes earnest, compassionate. "Until you can control it yourself. Teddy, your power is phenomenal. I've never seen anything like it. You're utterly amazing."
Yet Teddy had still been shaken.
Harry had taken him in his arms then and just held him. "I've got you," he said. "I've got you, my love."
And now Teddy was just supposed to wish him a Happy New Year and go back to his messy room in his depressing flat with his shallow, other-people's-mothers-groping roommate and 'work on himself'? He was just supposed to be all right?
Teddy wasn't all right.
He was a mess. And he could only hope that Harry would see that, because he couldn't tell him. Just like he couldn't say, yet, 'I love you.'
I love you so much, Harry.
When Ginny showed up, Teddy sat in a corner in the living room away from the kitchen where the hugs were going on and bounced his knee maniacally, biting his nails.
Until Harry called for him.
He looked up sharply, stood, and wiped his hands on his denims. When he arrived in the kitchen, the kids were already bundled for the ride home. Teddy avoided Ginny's piercing eyes at all costs and gave each kid a long sincere hug.
"Be good," he told James. "Muggles aren't too awful."
James snorted. "Bye, Teddy. I'll owl you."
Teddy turned to Lily. "If you need any help pranking these two just let me know, 'kay Lils?"
She beamed at him.
Then Teddy turned to Al. Harry had explained one night alone in front of the hearth – about the glasses. "I wish I was as cool as you, Al," he said, and he meant it. "This is for you," he said, digging out one last present he'd magicked the day before. "This is an emergency moth. His name's Claude. He'll stick by you. And if you ever need me or your Dad or your Mum, you just send him off. He's three times as fast as an owl. He just can't carry anything. But we'll know what it means, all right?"
Al nodded, cupping the little creature gently in his hands. Teddy smiled at him. Everyone said his father had been gentle like that. He smoothed the boy's riotous hair down. "Have fun, okay?"
Al nodded again, and then he hugged Teddy so hard it hurt. "Thank you," he whispered.
When Teddy looked up over his shoulder it was to find Ginny smiling at him, her eyes damp. She mouthed, 'Thank you.' Then she cleared her throat, "All right, into the car. Dad and Teddy have work to do and we've got to get to Auntie Hermione and Uncle Ron's." She clapped her gloved hands.
Harry went to hug her, holding his arms out, and she walked into them and stayed for a long while. Teddy had to wonder what on earth he'd told her…about them.
"Be safe," he told her as she made her way to the door with the children.
"Bye, Dad!" James shouted. The other two were quieter, more morose to be going.
"I love you," Harry told his kids.
"Yeah, yeah," said James.
"Love you, Dad," said the other two.
Then Harry held out his hand to Teddy. Teddy stared at it, scared and stunned. Harry just gestured impatiently. "Get over here, love."
Teddy gulped and wandered over. Harry took his hand, interlacing their fingers and keeping Teddy close. Teddy watched Ginny swallow uncomfortably. Neither Al nor Lily seemed to notice or care. James just rolled his eyes and murmured, "God, not another Dean," lugging his bags out the door.
"I'll explain later," Harry whispered to him. "Bye," he called to Ginny.
"Take care," she said to Harry, and she even turned a kind gaze on Teddy for a moment. Teddy just nodded, still stunned, his hand sweating in Harry's.
When they'd gone and everything was beyond silent suddenly, Teddy turned to Harry. "What did she mean we had work? Did you tell her?"
"Yeah, the other night when you passed out right after – I wrote her an owl."
Teddy could feel the stunned expression settling on his face.
"I didn't give her details, Teddy," Harry smirked. "But she does know. You know?"
Teddy licked his lips. "Yeah, I get that."
"About the work part, I just told her I was helping you handle your enormous…talent." He pulled Teddy close, chuckling. "So, you wanna get to it? Or do you want lunch first?"
Teddy opened his mouth. "I… Harry, I'm packed. I-I thought… I didn't know what to think."
Harry studied his eyes, sobering. "I'm sorry," he said. "I tell you that you don't call the shots then I don't call them myself. Or at least I don't tell you what they are." He touched Teddy's cheek. "I blame you, of course. It's bloody difficult to concentrate on anything when all I ever want to be doing is kissing you."
"Harry, what are you talking about?" Teddy whispered. His gaze had fallen to Harry's lips.
"I'm talking about you living here, love. I'm talking about you being mine. I never intended for you to leave. But I never really asked either, did I?"
Teddy just shook his head.
Harry took both his hands then. "Teddy Lupin, will you live with me? Will you work with me and sleep with me and eat breakfast in this kitchen with me? Will you salt my baked chickens?"
Teddy smiled, emotion thick in his throat.
Harry swallowed. "Will you be an ally to my children?" He squeezed Teddy's hands in his. "Will you let me love you, Teddy?"
"Will you shut the bloody hell up and snog me?" Teddy countered.
Harry smiled. He slid a hand into Teddy's hair.
Teddy shut his eyes and gave in.
Epilogue
Harry stepped out of the shower and scrubbed at his chest with a towel. He could already hear the delighted screaming from out back. But he was grateful for the late start. His tight muscles had needed the rest and then half an hour under the onslaught of very hot water. Between three days of fighting the Neo-Death Eaters in Dover, the long flight home, and then last night…
Last night.
Harry dried between his legs, humming a little at the pleasure of the memory and the gentle abrasion of terry cloth.
Teddy on his knees. His agonized face pressed down into the mattress. Wrists bound behind his back. Cock magicked not to come until Harry gave the word. And Harry thrusting in him, yanking back on his hips, the way wet and stretched from the plug, so perfect. Bloody perfect.
Harry's whole body was sore. It was lovely.
He circled the butt of his hand on the mirror and peered at his face. Three days of salt-and-pepper scruff on his jaw. He touched it, considered magicking it away, and then remembered how much Teddy had said he loved it.
"I like to feel you on my thighs the whole next day," had been precisely his words, his fingers trailing down a cheek reverently.
Harry left the beginnings of beard and began to dress.
He wandered out into the master in his new Christmas denims and Gryffindor jumper, a gift from Luna and Rolf that had been dropped by owl. The lion on the front gave perpetual roars of triumph that frightened everyone, but he'd promised his kids he'd wear it to the game today, so in it he was.
Harry surveyed the wreckage of clothes strewn all over the floor, evidence of their haste last night, and he smiled. He shooed Scritchnits out of the hamper and then started picking up Teddy's things one by one, taking pleasure in their smell, their texture, their very presence in his life. He threw shirt, pants, socks into the dirty clothes, making cheering noises even when he missed the hamper by a foot. He threw the trousers, and a parchment – no, an envelope – fell to the floor.
Harry picked it up and turned it over in his hands, leaving the bedroom for the better light in the kitchen, thinking he'd need a cup of coffee before he joined the others. Harry set the envelope down and went to fetch a mug, seeing that someone – Teddy – had already brought his favorite down from the cupboard and set it next to the coffeemaker. Harry smiled, poured, and then sat and picked up the envelope again.
His name was on the front – just "Harry". The edges of the envelope were dirty and ripped. The thing was clearly old.
He hesitated. This was Teddy's. It had been in the back pocket of a pair of denims he hardly ever even wore anymore.
Yet it had Harry's name on it. Perhaps he was meant to open it.
Harry took a breath and tore in. He pulled out a card – a Muggle Christmas card, not magical in any way. When he opened it, a parchment fell out.
Harry opened it. It was dated five years ago. "Merlin…" Harry breathed. Teddy would have been just seventeen. He gulped and guiltily began to read.
Harry put down the letter and realized there were tears coursing down his face. He wiped them away. "Oh, Teddy…" he breathed.
There was a particularly violent shriek from out back, and Harry folded the letter and slipped it into his pocket. He walked through the living room with his mug and out the backdoor to where the Quidditch match was going full bore.
Except that it was raining cats and dogs – on only one team.
Harry watched, transfixed, as his lover flew by, practically cackling.
"Ted!!!" his drenched ex-wife shouted from the sky.
"Teddy, goddamnit it!" Dean joined in.
Ron was simply scowling like mad from his Keeper post. Hermione was hiding a smile behind her hand on the sidelines.
"Professor Lupin is cheating," Hugo informed his mother heatedly.
"That he is," Hermione admitted, but she was on the verge of giggles, Harry could tell.
All of Harry's children plus Rose, Teddy's teammates, were laughing aloud in delight, perfectly dry.
Teddy saw him standing there and flew at him. Harry sniffed the last of the tears away and smiled at his lover. Teddy's grin was huge, shit-eating…maybe the loveliest thing Harry had ever seen. His eyes were bright and mischievous and so very happy.
"Good morning!" Teddy called as he came to hover on his broom a little ways over Harry's head. "Sleepyhead," he added with a wink.
"What's with the rain?" Harry asked, sipping his coffee and leaning against the porch railing.
"Don't you know that's the only way I can win this?" Teddy said, laughing.
Harry smiled at him. "You should trust your Seeker more. She'll get that Snitch every time."
Teddy looked over his shoulder at Lily. "Yeah, she's pretty brilliant. All right." Then he snapped his fingers, and the storm over the opposing team stopped. "But I'm not drying them off." Then he said, "Love you," beaming, and he was off, flying into the snow-white sky.
"I love you, too!!!" Harry called after him, his voice catching badly at the end, and he watched as Teddy turned, smiled at him, and then took off like a shot once more.
Harry just leaned against the rail and watched. Watched and watched and watched as the man he loved spiraled into the thin rays of sun, laughing the whole time.
Author:
traintracksPairing(s), Characters: Harry/Teddy, Teddy/OMCs, (Harry/Ginny [past], mentions of Ginny/Dean and Hermione/Ron, past Sirius/Harry UST if you squint), James Sirius, Albus Severus, Lily Luna, OMC
Rating: NC-17
Words: 14,600
Prompt: "No matter how many men Teddy dates, none of them can compare to his first crush, Harry Potter."
Summary: What happens when a hopelessly infatuated Teddy Lupin and a newly-single Harry Potter collide over Christmas?
Warnings: very mild and brief bondage, mild pain kink, mild jealousy, sexual promiscuity, cross-gen, godfather/godson
A/N: Huge thanks to
elrhiarhodan for the non-stop cheerleading and kickass beta, and also torino10154 who gave some invaluable advice. All remaining mistakes are mine. Original posting here.
Part One
Harry didn't let Teddy undress him. He didn't spell his own clothes away either. He just laid Teddy down on the rug in front of the hearth and then stood over him and took things off one article at a time while Teddy ached.
Auror coat, big shiny buttons jingling in the breathless silence. Shirt, so slowly opened while his gaze roved Teddy's skin. Teddy's cock jumped every time Harry looked at it, and finally, Harry smiled. He smiled at Teddy's cock. And it jumped again. They shared a bubbling up of laughter. And then the shirt was gone, and Teddy stopped laughing. He watched as Harry unbuttoned his trousers and let out a thick heavy cock. Teddy propped himself up on his elbows just to be nearer to it. Christ, he was salivating. He wanted to suck it, to wank so fucking bad to the sight of his godfather's proud dick.
But then Harry was kneeling down on the rug with him, touching his face, running a finger over Teddy's lips. Teddy immediately opened his mouth and sucked it inside. But Harry withdrew it and simply touched it to Teddy's bottom lip again.
"You've no idea…" Harry said.
Teddy seriously didn't have any idea what that meant, but he didn't care. He tried to pull Harry down on top of him, but Harry resisted and just smiled, something in it both sad and mysterious.
"You don't call the shots," Harry told him. Then he moved between Teddy's legs, put his hands on Teddy's knees, bent and opened them, and Teddy wiggled a little, excited to soon feel that massive cock stretching him open.
But all Harry did was bring his wet finger to the tip of Teddy's cock and…pet it. He stroked softly, maddeningly, and Teddy's hips bucked for more, firmer, anything! Harry teased him, pressing his finger against the slit, made little circles, moving the soft skin over the engorged muscle. Teddy banged his head back against the floor and moaned.
"I bet you make them hurt, don't you? All those boys, wanting you so badly." Harry tapped his cock then. Just the one finger, bouncing Teddy's penis in a tantalizing rhythm that had Teddy dying to fuck. "I hurt, too," Harry admitted, watching him with lit eyes, studying his every response. "It hurts me every time I even look at you, and I haven't even known why. Haven't had the bollocks to figure it out." That finger dipped down and tickled at Teddy's balls, then, as if to emphasize. Teddy whimpered.
Then Harry wrapped his hand -- his rough, sure hand -- around the shaft of Teddy's cock, and Teddy's eyes rolled shut. He wasn't using any magic or anything but Teddy thought he might come harder than he ever had and in near-record time. "Harry!" he cried, a warning and a plea.
"Exspecto," Harry said softly. Teddy came right up to the edge but couldn't tumble over. Harry had halted his orgasm but not decreased his arousal. Teddy cried and fucked his hips up, pushing his cock through Harry's warm fist urgently, gritting his teeth. But after a few humiliating seconds, Harry removed his hand.
"Shit!" Teddy groaned loudly.
"And if you spell me, I'll just counter it and we'll be here all night just like this. You'll spend Christmas naked and unsatisfied on my rug while I open presents in the next room."
"And if I don't? Spell you?"
Harry just looked down at him like he was the most precious thing. He whispered something, and then his wet finger pressed down between Teddy's buttocks, against his arsehole, into it, not stopping until it was all the way inside him and Teddy pulled his knees in for moreGodYES, and Harry finger-fucked him leisurely, sliding his finger in and almost all the way out again as though he was doing something as innocuous as making afternoon tea.
The sensation sizzled through Teddy's body. He was already so close to coming and couldn't. His cock strained red and wet up to his belly, and he trembled with the lust coursing through him, rocking on his godfather's one easy finger. Harry had him ready to fall to pieces and with what? Almost nothing. The tears fell from Teddy's eyes, sliding into his hair, and he begged him, begged Harry, to fuck him.
"Please, oh God, please Harry… Please Harry…" He rocked and he rocked and he rocked, and Harry wouldn't even so much as add a second finger. "Please, Harry… Please, Harry!" Teddy was nearing incoherency, and he didn't care.
"I'm not going to give you what you want now. I know what you want. Legilimens me, Teddy." When Teddy hesitated, half out of his mind with needing to come, Harry said it again, forcefully, "Do it."
"Legilimens," Teddy breathed. And then he saw himself, on his hands and knees, head down, arse up, and Harry was pounding away inside him – hard…fucking HARD…as though love and hate were too close to call, and Teddy was crying out, coming, Harry's cocking ramming into him from behind so fast, heedless, a machine.
When he opened his eyes on a gasp, Harry was still there, still fingering him open, not a hint of the primal thing he'd been in his own mind.
"I'll give you what you want," Harry murmured tenderly. "I'll give it to you like that all night."
Teddy moaned.
"But this," he said, withdrawing his finger – and Teddy opened his eyes to see Harry's glinting with emotion. He came to loom over Teddy, taking himself in hand. Teddy readied himself for it, although nothing could have prepared him for how it actually felt when Harry inserted himself – when he mounted Teddy slowly, working the head in while Teddy hyperventilated. Teddy hugged his knees up, burning as Harry pressed inexorably forward. "This," Harry grunted, sheathing his cock deep, deep inside him. "You'll remember this forever."
…
Fucking Teddy Lupin was like nothing Harry had ever felt before. It had been a long time since he'd buggered a bloke – the brief affair after Lily had been born when he'd found out about Ginny's letters to Dean. But then they'd fixed things, or so they'd both pretended, and that was that. And it had been years before that, too.
Now here was Teddy, his body pliant beneath Harry, responsive, flushed so pretty. And he was electric. There was no other word. Putting his cock inside was like some sort of spell gone wickedly, perfectly wrong. They'd flicked a switch. They fit. And there really was no going back.
There was so much to think about, so much to discuss, so many more hours and days to feel guilty, responsible, to do the work of getting Teddy to accept his belated love, to accept himself.
But right now, he was inside. Harry was balls deep inside him, and something else took over. Something immediate and scary, because it wanted to forget all the rest. It just wanted to fuck.
So Harry gave into it. He propped Teddy's heels on his shoulders, stared down into crystalline blue eyes, and he moved slowly, using the whole of his cock, killing himself with the pace, if only to show Teddy – to try to show him – the barest hint of what he suspected this could be.
It couldn't be called thrusting, this languid roll of his hips. It was torture, but Harry wanted to feel every inch. He wanted Teddy to feel every…single…moment.
And Harry kissed him. Never fierce. Never with all that he felt. He just stole down, rocking on top of him, and dipped his tongue in to taste. Teddy's tongue met his, and they danced for a moment, and then Harry pulled back once again to look into Teddy's changing eyes. Gold. They were golden.
Harry had begun to sweat, more from the effort of holding back than the exertion itself. It was growing as painful for Harry not to let Teddy come as it was for the young man blinking up at him. Harry could feel it building in himself despite his best attempts to control it.
Harry kissed him again, Teddy mewled, and that did it. An animal desire sprung up in him, fed his blood, and Harry started a real, more violent thrusting. Teddy broke the kiss, panting in his face, "Oh please yes…"
Harry widened his knees, planted his hands on either side of Teddy's shoulders, and by virtue of that, his pretzeled legs, and he pounded into him, his own mouth dropping open, the heat of it surging through his legs, his belly, clenching in his balls and finally surging through his cock as he came inside Teddy, finally losing himself, losing control, and moaning Teddy's name through an orgasm that made it feel like he'd never really had one before.
"Jesus," he breathed, thrusting in his own spunk.
He gazed down at Teddy who looked like he was in some kind of psychic pain. He was grasping his knees so hard, his knuckles were white.
"Teddy…" Harry murmured. "Let go." He was still hard enough to keep going, so he eased the feet with their adorably curled toes off his shoulders and wrapped Teddy's long legs around his waist.
Teddy immediately ran his hands into Harry's hair, down his neck, over his shoulders, down as far as he could reach to the renewed thrusting of Harry's hips.
"Please… God, PLEASE, Harry," he keened.
It was then that Harry realized his cock was still spelled not to come. He cast the dispeller, but then what happened next defied all reason.
Teddy didn't just come – he screamed with it. And his body didn't just shake – the whole bloody ROOM did! "GOD! " Teddy wailed, his cock spurting white ribbons all over his chest and stomach while Harry kept fucking, even as he looked around the room, lips parted and eyes wide with shock, making sure the fixtures weren't going to come toppling down on their heads.
Teddy groaned, and the room trembled, and his ass squeeeezed Harry's cock just right. Harry eased him through it, watching his features contort, loving the feel of that warm cock twitching between their bodies.
One of Ginny's old awful paintings of her great aunt slipped and hung from one corner, swinging. A candlestick toppled off one of the end tables. And Teddy slowly spiraled back down, the orgasm subsiding, leaving him breathless, his pupils blown, and he looked…
Terrified.
Harry, on the other hand, was awed.
He stilled his hips and stroked Teddy's face, smiling down on him. "That was unreal," he said, dick still throbbing deep inside. Harry felt beyond wonderful, so connected. He wished he saw that same feeling staring up at him, but the fear in Teddy's eyes was plain. "Hey. It's all right. Are you all right? Did I…did I hurt you?" The realization dawned suddenly, and Harry made to pull out.
Teddy grabbed his shoulders. "No. You didn't hurt me. I… I'm sorry. I thought I could control it. I didn't mean to—"
"Don't apologize," Harry said. "Merlin, don't apologize for the most amazing orgasm I've ever witnessed in my life." He couldn't help but laugh with the joy of it. "I mean, holy fuck, Teddy."
Teddy looked up at him, unsure maybe that Harry was still sane. "You're not angry?"
"Why on earth would I be ang--?" Harry cut himself off and decided on a different tactic, swooping down and taking Teddy's mouth, stroking his tongue over Teddy's slowly, deep, and Teddy's hands went into Harry's hair, gripping, as he whimpered into Harry's mouth.
When Harry rose back up again, he could feel his cock slipping out of Teddy's body. He groaned in frustration but gingerly sat back and extricated himself.
"Can you sit up?" Harry asked him.
"Think so," Teddy smirked. Harry held out his hand and helped and then they were sitting together, naked on his study floor.
Harry kept hold of Teddy's hand. "Has that ever happened…before?" He spared a snap of his fingers toward the hearth, bringing the fire back up to a pleasant roar.
Teddy was staring down at their entwined fingers. "I'm holding your hand," he said softly. He smiled. "I'm holding your hand after you shagged me." When he looked back up at Harry, his eyes were glittering once more.
Harry couldn't help but smile back. "So you're not…? You don't have regrets?"
"Fuck no." Teddy blushed.
"Neither do I," Harry told him. "I mean, I feel like a total wanker, but aside from that…"
Teddy smiled. "You can wank me anytime."
"Okay, that's a lovely thought, but don't change the subject. Have you ever…shaken a house like that before?" When he didn't receive an answer, he prodded. "Teddy."
"Not in a long time."
"What are you afraid of?"
Teddy looked at him like it should have been obvious. "Harry," he said. "I'm…"
"You're what?"
Teddy just pressed his lips together.
"Beautiful?" Harry tried. "Brilliant? Kind, loving, smart? Sex on legs?"
Teddy blushed again. Then he looked Harry right in the eye. "I'm dangerous."
Harry swallowed. He knew better than to be flippant now. Not that his suggestions had been flippant; they were all true. But Harry knew all too well what Teddy was trying to say. He remembered the dreams, the visions – being the snake. He remembered the taste of blood on his tongue and the ecstasy of the kill. He gripped Teddy's hand tighter.
"I can help you," he found himself saying. "Teddy, you're a good person. D'you hear me? You're so good. I'm so pr—"
Shit. He wasn't that person anymore, was he? Could he shag Teddy Lupin and then be proud of his godson the next moment? Harry was buggered by confusion and guilt and quite speechless for the moment.
Then something struck him. "That's why you're ashamed." Teddy tried to take his hand away, but Harry held it fast. "That's why you're afraid to teach. Isn't it? You're afraid of what you can't control. You're afraid you'll hurt them. That's why it's easier to do by floo." There were tears in Teddy's downcast eyes. "You're trying to protect them," Harry said softly. Teddy blinked, and his tears fell. "You're trying to protect the world from yourself."
Teddy broke on a sob. Harry Summoned an old afghan off the sofa. He wrapped it around Teddy's shoulders and held him. "It's okay," he said. "It's okay, Teddy. It's okay."
Teddy rested his head on Harry's shoulder, and Harry felt the hot tears slide down his skin. He held Teddy and let him cry. He'd never – not once – seen Teddy cry. "It's okay," he whispered. "I'll help you. I'll help you, all right?" But he didn't expect an answer, and he didn't get one. He just stared into the hearth and waited, Teddy warm in his arms.
Finally, Teddy sniffed and pulled back a little. "Shit, I'm sorry."
"'S'all right," Harry told him.
"Do you…really think…you can help me?"
"I don't think -- I know. I only regret that I didn't know what you were going through sooner. I'm so sorry about that."
Teddy grinned then and sniffed once more. "If you'd been the world's greatest godfather, Harry, everything would be proper and I'd've never gotten shagged."
"Oh God," Harry laughed. Teddy laughed, too. It was sort of laugh or go mad. "Don't ever say that again," Harry chided, blushing fiercely.
"What? Shag? Do you not want me to talk about you fucking me, Harry?" And oh the way the young man enunciated his f's…. There was a wicked gleam in his eye now, and he was shucking the throw.
Harry looked down to see his cock getting hard again, and his own twitched. "Okay, but wait," Harry said, taking Teddy by the wrist. "Wait a moment, will you?" He touched his face. "I don't just want to shag. All right? You're beautiful. You're so very beautiful, Teddy, and you're…" Harry swallowed. "Well, you're seriously hot."
Teddy's face split into an enormous smile.
"But," Harry said. "But more than that… You're an extraordinary person. You're a good person. You're glorious, really. And I want everything." He swallowed. "Not all at once. But I do want it. Teddy, I want everything you are."
Teddy blinked, dumbfounded. "I…"
"Shut it," Harry admonished gently. "I want to make love to you. And I want to help you know how powerful and strong and wonderful you are. And I want you to sleep in my bed tonight. Will you sleep with me, Teddy?"
Teddy nodded, and Harry cupped his face.
"And I want to kiss you," Harry whispered. "I always want to k—" Teddy launched himself forward. Harry laughed into the kiss before Teddy's tongue brutalized his mouth, and Harry laid back with Teddy on top of him, still kissing, feeling their new erections slide together and feeling happier than he had in ages.
...
Teddy was in his bed, under the covers. Harry leaned down and brushed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I'll be back. I need to check on them," he said.
Teddy nodded.
Harry left the room quietly, snicking the door shut.
He padded down the hall and cracked the boys' door. James was snoring, and Al was faced the wrong way in his bed again, socked feet sticking out of his blankets on his pillow. Harry stifled a laugh and shut the door gently.
He crossed the hall and peeked in at Lily. Her bedside lamp was on, and when he looked at her, she opened her eyes. He and Ginny used to joke that their daughter was psychic. Although, it had never really been much of a joke at all.
"Dad?" she called.
He stepped into the room. "Sorry I woke you."
"You didn't. What was that noise earlier?" she yawned. "I thought there was a storm."
"Just some magic gone awry," he told her.
She nodded, then she sank down under her covers once more, turning under her blanket, pulling it up to her ear. "You ought not to try complicated magic you can't handle, Dad."
"Thanks for the tip," he said.
"G'night, Dad."
"Goodnight, Lils." Then he added, "I love you."
"Love you, too, Dad," she yawned again.
He smiled, relieved that his only daughter maybe didn't hate him after all. He swallowed and backed out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him.
Then he turned toward his bedroom, back to the young man lying in his bed, back to whatever raw power awaited him there.
…
Harry woke slowly. It wasn't even light. And he felt wonderful.
He was about to stretch when three things registered simultaneously:
He was hard as a pipe.
Someone was going down on him.
And Teddy.
Teddy and Teddy and Teddy.
"Oh, fuck," Harry breathed, lifting his head to find Teddy blinking up at him, his lips stretched around the head of his cock. Teddy's eyes smiled at him, and then they closed, and he started bobbing his head.
"God, Teddy…" Harry sighed, laying his head back down and running his hand through Teddy's hair – stopping just to hold it.
Harry lay there, his legs and back sore, his mouth dry, and his soul singing. His breath hitched as Teddy took him into his throat – Christ, his throat ! He balled the hand in his hair into a fist. Too soon, he was coming. He was coming in Teddy's mouth, and Teddy swallowed it, making glorious little sounds.
All of Harry's bones melted in the aftermath. Teddy lifted his blowjob-swollen lips, licking them. "Happy Christmas, Harry," he said.
"Imp," Harry breathed. "Happy Christmas to you – c'mere."
Teddy crawled up to straddle Harry's lap. Harry took him by the hips, unable not to stare at his beautiful erection. He went to take it in hand and saw the rather large purple bruise on his hip. "Shit, did I do that, Teddy?" He brushed his thumb over it.
Teddy inhaled, but he shook his head. "Banged it into my bathroom sink 'cause I was hurrying to get here."
"Want me to fix it?" Harry asked, but he couldn't stop running his thumb over it.
Teddy shook his head. "Want you to fix this."
Harry smiled. He wrapped his hand around Teddy's cock. Teddy dropped his head back. Harry began to pull, keeping a thumb on the bruise and rubbing the whole time.
"Harry…"
"You like that?"
"Yes…" Teddy propped his hands behind him and arched.
"You like it to hurt a little?" He pressed his thumb in and sped up his hand.
"Y-yes…"
Teddy held his breath and then came all over Harry's chest, gasping, his hips fucking.
And then, before Harry could reach for his wand to do a cleaning spell, Teddy fell forward, licking up his own semen with fervor.
Harry watched him, his every inhale pressing his chest to Teddy's mouth.
"Hey," he said.
Teddy blinked up.
"Your hair's gone plum-colored."
Teddy smiled.
…
Christmas, itself, was a blur. Harry focused on his kids, and Teddy was happy to watch him do it. Everything was presents, music, snacks. They had everything but the snow. It stayed clear and bitingly cold.
Teddy wondered if Harry missed Ginny. He didn't want to ask. Harry was obviously trying very hard to be a spectacular father. Teddy knew it came from love. But he also wondered how guilty he felt, too. And how much of the guilt bore Teddy's name.
Harry didn't flinch away from him, though. Teddy had feared he might – that once he woke up and saw the children and had some coffee, he'd realize what a mistake it all was. He'd be ashamed. He'd retreat.
He didn't.
Harry stole glances. He stole caresses when the kids all ran outside to try their new brooms and cast new spells from Al's 'The Unabridged Witch and Wizard' on unsuspecting holly bushes. Harry cornered Teddy in the hallway on the way to throw the wrapping in the recycling bin. He walked Teddy against a wall, holding his hips hard, and kissed him, wet and hungry. Teddy dropped his armload of wrapping paper at their feet and wound his arms around Harry's neck, his whole body tingling with pleasure.
Harry kept catching his eye over dinner that night. He'd talk to his kids – classes and field trips and magic and old stories of Harry's time at Hogwarts and talk of staying for the next holiday -- and Teddy listened to them and laughed, and then out of nowhere, in the silence, Teddy would catch Harry looking at him.
After dinner, Harry told the children they didn't have to help do dishes. James high-fived Albus, and they ran off to play the new video game Teddy had bought them. "Share with your sister!" Harry shouted after them.
And Lily shouted back, "I don't want them to!"
"All right then!" Harry yelled in return. "Leave Lily alone!"
Teddy laughed, watching him.
But when they were alone, Harry threw his dish towel to the side. He pocketed his wand. He turned Teddy toward the sink and pressed in close behind. He licked and bit at his neck, pushing his cock up against Teddy's ass and his fingers – oh…. His fingers into the deepening bruise.
"I want you," he growled, and he bit down on Teddy's neck again.
Teddy made a small sound in his throat, too hard to think straight.
"Tonight," Harry promised. "Tonight." One last lick over the mark he'd made. Then, "Leave the bloody dishes; I want to play Quidditch." Harry tugged on his hand.
"Fuck!" Teddy yelped. But he was laughing. He was aroused and laughing, and he didn't want to go out in the cold, but that's where Harry was going, and Teddy knew he'd follow the man anywhere.
So they played a horrible game of one-on-one in the near-dark. Well, Teddy was horrible. Harry was, as ever, brilliant.
"Uncle!" Teddy cried as Harry scored on him – again! "Jesus Christ!" he laughed. "I'm freezing and I SUCK! Can we go in now?"
Harry soared to a perfect dime-stop next to where Teddy had crash-landed. He helped Teddy up. He cupped his cheek. "Thank you," he said. He quirked a smile. "I won't make you do that often."
"Promise?"
"Yes, actually, you're rubbish."
Teddy shoved him, and Harry stumbled, his smile shining in the dark.
"Come inside and wipe the floor with me in chess?"
Teddy nodded. "I like the sound of that with some Firewhiskey."
"I love you."
Teddy gasped. "Wh-what?"
"You heard me. But I'll never not say it. If you need to hear it, and I'm being a self-involved workaholic dick – and I will be -- just tell me. I'm in love with you, Teddy."
Teddy tried not to cry. He at least didn't let any tears fall. "Shit…" he said, blinking hard, kicking at cold dirt. He pulled out a cigarette and bent over to light it. He took a long drag. "Shit," he said again, blowing smoke into the night.
"I'm gonna go see if Lils wants to help me play and maybe at least give you a run for your money…maybe have some Christmas cake first." He touched Teddy's arm, squeezed it. "Come in when you're ready, okay?"
Teddy nodded. He turned away from the house and stood there and smoked, one arm wrapped around himself to protect from the cold. To try to hold the walls in place just a little longer, even though he ached just to let them come crumbling down. To feel safe.
…
The week flew. The kids were all antsy by the time Ginny showed up to fetch them, but Teddy dreaded it. And not just because he suspected Ginny hated him. It was because he didn't want to – couldn't conceive of going back.
They hadn't spoken of it except that Harry seemed to expect some nebulous schedule around which they'd work to get Teddy's magic under wraps.
They'd gone out in the field to see what would happen if Teddy just let loose. It was an exercise in horror, really. Harry had commanded him to use Avis and send a flock of yellow birds, precisely twenty, from the palms of his hands. Harry had demonstrated, and Teddy watched, wide-eyed, as Harry snapped out five little birds who then went happily chorusing into the bare trees.
Teddy had taken a breath and then held out his hand, and before he knew it, two hundred large ravens erupted into the sky. They cawed and careened and flew off into the distance, and when he turned to look at Harry it had been to see that he'd been trying not to laugh.
"I'm sorry, I just imagined the looks on the Muggles' faces in Trafalgar Square as they get shat upon in a few minutes." And then he really did laugh. The plonker doubled over.
"It's not funny."
"Okay. I'm sorry."
"I can do it with my wand, it's just—" Teddy held out his hands in frustration.
"It's okay. All right. Let's try this." Harry cleared his throat.
And then Harry had asked him to call Aqua Eructo down on the field, making a pond exactly ten meters in diameter.
"Now, I've got to use my wand for this one," Harry told him. Once again, he demonstrated, this time making a perfect circle of water to his exact specifications, drawing everything how he wanted it with the tip of his wand. The sheer control he had was astonishing. Teddy gulped.
"Now you," Harry had said. "No wand," he emphasized.
Teddy had readied his stance and lifted his arms, but before he knew it a trickle turned to a gush that grew to an all-out deluge. Teddy's arms shook. He gritted his teeth and tried to pull it back, but the fields were already awash for acres and acres, the waves crashing all the way up to where the hills started.
Harry had thrown his arms out, and a green energy had shot from his hands, containing the flood in moments, pulling it back in and in and in further still until it was the size of a drop. Then he'd rubbed it away between his palms.
"I told you I could control you," Harry said, his eyes earnest, compassionate. "Until you can control it yourself. Teddy, your power is phenomenal. I've never seen anything like it. You're utterly amazing."
Yet Teddy had still been shaken.
Harry had taken him in his arms then and just held him. "I've got you," he said. "I've got you, my love."
And now Teddy was just supposed to wish him a Happy New Year and go back to his messy room in his depressing flat with his shallow, other-people's-mothers-groping roommate and 'work on himself'? He was just supposed to be all right?
Teddy wasn't all right.
He was a mess. And he could only hope that Harry would see that, because he couldn't tell him. Just like he couldn't say, yet, 'I love you.'
I love you so much, Harry.
When Ginny showed up, Teddy sat in a corner in the living room away from the kitchen where the hugs were going on and bounced his knee maniacally, biting his nails.
Until Harry called for him.
He looked up sharply, stood, and wiped his hands on his denims. When he arrived in the kitchen, the kids were already bundled for the ride home. Teddy avoided Ginny's piercing eyes at all costs and gave each kid a long sincere hug.
"Be good," he told James. "Muggles aren't too awful."
James snorted. "Bye, Teddy. I'll owl you."
Teddy turned to Lily. "If you need any help pranking these two just let me know, 'kay Lils?"
She beamed at him.
Then Teddy turned to Al. Harry had explained one night alone in front of the hearth – about the glasses. "I wish I was as cool as you, Al," he said, and he meant it. "This is for you," he said, digging out one last present he'd magicked the day before. "This is an emergency moth. His name's Claude. He'll stick by you. And if you ever need me or your Dad or your Mum, you just send him off. He's three times as fast as an owl. He just can't carry anything. But we'll know what it means, all right?"
Al nodded, cupping the little creature gently in his hands. Teddy smiled at him. Everyone said his father had been gentle like that. He smoothed the boy's riotous hair down. "Have fun, okay?"
Al nodded again, and then he hugged Teddy so hard it hurt. "Thank you," he whispered.
When Teddy looked up over his shoulder it was to find Ginny smiling at him, her eyes damp. She mouthed, 'Thank you.' Then she cleared her throat, "All right, into the car. Dad and Teddy have work to do and we've got to get to Auntie Hermione and Uncle Ron's." She clapped her gloved hands.
Harry went to hug her, holding his arms out, and she walked into them and stayed for a long while. Teddy had to wonder what on earth he'd told her…about them.
"Be safe," he told her as she made her way to the door with the children.
"Bye, Dad!" James shouted. The other two were quieter, more morose to be going.
"I love you," Harry told his kids.
"Yeah, yeah," said James.
"Love you, Dad," said the other two.
Then Harry held out his hand to Teddy. Teddy stared at it, scared and stunned. Harry just gestured impatiently. "Get over here, love."
Teddy gulped and wandered over. Harry took his hand, interlacing their fingers and keeping Teddy close. Teddy watched Ginny swallow uncomfortably. Neither Al nor Lily seemed to notice or care. James just rolled his eyes and murmured, "God, not another Dean," lugging his bags out the door.
"I'll explain later," Harry whispered to him. "Bye," he called to Ginny.
"Take care," she said to Harry, and she even turned a kind gaze on Teddy for a moment. Teddy just nodded, still stunned, his hand sweating in Harry's.
When they'd gone and everything was beyond silent suddenly, Teddy turned to Harry. "What did she mean we had work? Did you tell her?"
"Yeah, the other night when you passed out right after – I wrote her an owl."
Teddy could feel the stunned expression settling on his face.
"I didn't give her details, Teddy," Harry smirked. "But she does know. You know?"
Teddy licked his lips. "Yeah, I get that."
"About the work part, I just told her I was helping you handle your enormous…talent." He pulled Teddy close, chuckling. "So, you wanna get to it? Or do you want lunch first?"
Teddy opened his mouth. "I… Harry, I'm packed. I-I thought… I didn't know what to think."
Harry studied his eyes, sobering. "I'm sorry," he said. "I tell you that you don't call the shots then I don't call them myself. Or at least I don't tell you what they are." He touched Teddy's cheek. "I blame you, of course. It's bloody difficult to concentrate on anything when all I ever want to be doing is kissing you."
"Harry, what are you talking about?" Teddy whispered. His gaze had fallen to Harry's lips.
"I'm talking about you living here, love. I'm talking about you being mine. I never intended for you to leave. But I never really asked either, did I?"
Teddy just shook his head.
Harry took both his hands then. "Teddy Lupin, will you live with me? Will you work with me and sleep with me and eat breakfast in this kitchen with me? Will you salt my baked chickens?"
Teddy smiled, emotion thick in his throat.
Harry swallowed. "Will you be an ally to my children?" He squeezed Teddy's hands in his. "Will you let me love you, Teddy?"
"Will you shut the bloody hell up and snog me?" Teddy countered.
Harry smiled. He slid a hand into Teddy's hair.
Teddy shut his eyes and gave in.
Harry stepped out of the shower and scrubbed at his chest with a towel. He could already hear the delighted screaming from out back. But he was grateful for the late start. His tight muscles had needed the rest and then half an hour under the onslaught of very hot water. Between three days of fighting the Neo-Death Eaters in Dover, the long flight home, and then last night…
Last night.
Harry dried between his legs, humming a little at the pleasure of the memory and the gentle abrasion of terry cloth.
Teddy on his knees. His agonized face pressed down into the mattress. Wrists bound behind his back. Cock magicked not to come until Harry gave the word. And Harry thrusting in him, yanking back on his hips, the way wet and stretched from the plug, so perfect. Bloody perfect.
Harry's whole body was sore. It was lovely.
He circled the butt of his hand on the mirror and peered at his face. Three days of salt-and-pepper scruff on his jaw. He touched it, considered magicking it away, and then remembered how much Teddy had said he loved it.
"I like to feel you on my thighs the whole next day," had been precisely his words, his fingers trailing down a cheek reverently.
Harry left the beginnings of beard and began to dress.
He wandered out into the master in his new Christmas denims and Gryffindor jumper, a gift from Luna and Rolf that had been dropped by owl. The lion on the front gave perpetual roars of triumph that frightened everyone, but he'd promised his kids he'd wear it to the game today, so in it he was.
Harry surveyed the wreckage of clothes strewn all over the floor, evidence of their haste last night, and he smiled. He shooed Scritchnits out of the hamper and then started picking up Teddy's things one by one, taking pleasure in their smell, their texture, their very presence in his life. He threw shirt, pants, socks into the dirty clothes, making cheering noises even when he missed the hamper by a foot. He threw the trousers, and a parchment – no, an envelope – fell to the floor.
Harry picked it up and turned it over in his hands, leaving the bedroom for the better light in the kitchen, thinking he'd need a cup of coffee before he joined the others. Harry set the envelope down and went to fetch a mug, seeing that someone – Teddy – had already brought his favorite down from the cupboard and set it next to the coffeemaker. Harry smiled, poured, and then sat and picked up the envelope again.
His name was on the front – just "Harry". The edges of the envelope were dirty and ripped. The thing was clearly old.
He hesitated. This was Teddy's. It had been in the back pocket of a pair of denims he hardly ever even wore anymore.
Yet it had Harry's name on it. Perhaps he was meant to open it.
Harry took a breath and tore in. He pulled out a card – a Muggle Christmas card, not magical in any way. When he opened it, a parchment fell out.
Harry opened it. It was dated five years ago. "Merlin…" Harry breathed. Teddy would have been just seventeen. He gulped and guiltily began to read.
Dear Harry,
I'm so miserable about you, I don't know what to do. I cry almost every night. I have an ache in me for you that I can't stand. I can't stand it. I'm so unhappy, Harry. I'm desperate for you and I just
I don't know. This letter is rubbish. I'll never send it.
I hope I'll never send it.
I just
God, I love you.
I love you so fucking much, Harry Potter.
And it hurts to know you'll never love me, that I'll never have you, that I'll never feel your arms around me or see you smile at me like I'm the most precious thing in the world.
That I'll never truly be happy.
Not ever.
Fuck. This sucks. My life sucks, Harry. Because I know I'll always love you. Always.
Yours,
Teddy
I'm so miserable about you, I don't know what to do. I cry almost every night. I have an ache in me for you that I can't stand. I can't stand it. I'm so unhappy, Harry. I'm desperate for you and I just
I don't know. This letter is rubbish. I'll never send it.
I hope I'll never send it.
I just
God, I love you.
I love you so fucking much, Harry Potter.
And it hurts to know you'll never love me, that I'll never have you, that I'll never feel your arms around me or see you smile at me like I'm the most precious thing in the world.
That I'll never truly be happy.
Not ever.
Fuck. This sucks. My life sucks, Harry. Because I know I'll always love you. Always.
Yours,
Teddy
Harry put down the letter and realized there were tears coursing down his face. He wiped them away. "Oh, Teddy…" he breathed.
There was a particularly violent shriek from out back, and Harry folded the letter and slipped it into his pocket. He walked through the living room with his mug and out the backdoor to where the Quidditch match was going full bore.
Except that it was raining cats and dogs – on only one team.
Harry watched, transfixed, as his lover flew by, practically cackling.
"Ted!!!" his drenched ex-wife shouted from the sky.
"Teddy, goddamnit it!" Dean joined in.
Ron was simply scowling like mad from his Keeper post. Hermione was hiding a smile behind her hand on the sidelines.
"Professor Lupin is cheating," Hugo informed his mother heatedly.
"That he is," Hermione admitted, but she was on the verge of giggles, Harry could tell.
All of Harry's children plus Rose, Teddy's teammates, were laughing aloud in delight, perfectly dry.
Teddy saw him standing there and flew at him. Harry sniffed the last of the tears away and smiled at his lover. Teddy's grin was huge, shit-eating…maybe the loveliest thing Harry had ever seen. His eyes were bright and mischievous and so very happy.
"Good morning!" Teddy called as he came to hover on his broom a little ways over Harry's head. "Sleepyhead," he added with a wink.
"What's with the rain?" Harry asked, sipping his coffee and leaning against the porch railing.
"Don't you know that's the only way I can win this?" Teddy said, laughing.
Harry smiled at him. "You should trust your Seeker more. She'll get that Snitch every time."
Teddy looked over his shoulder at Lily. "Yeah, she's pretty brilliant. All right." Then he snapped his fingers, and the storm over the opposing team stopped. "But I'm not drying them off." Then he said, "Love you," beaming, and he was off, flying into the snow-white sky.
"I love you, too!!!" Harry called after him, his voice catching badly at the end, and he watched as Teddy turned, smiled at him, and then took off like a shot once more.
Harry just leaned against the rail and watched. Watched and watched and watched as the man he loved spiraled into the thin rays of sun, laughing the whole time.
