Title: Left Out [Remus/Sirius/Harry]
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating/Warnings: R, oral sex, possible creepyness.
Summary: Sirius has noticed something isn't quite right about the way
Harry and Remus are acting.
A/N: Written for Froda_baggins for the September round of the
Pornish_Pixies Fantasy Fest
Being dead did
tend to fool with your mind a little, but Sirius was still sure that
something funny was going on with Remus and Harry. Not funny like
waking up suddenly in the middle of several sets of concentric circles
made of salt and blood and some other things Sirius was glad he wasn't
Padfoot to smell.
More funny like Remus hugging Harry more than Sirius when Sirius
managed to get arms around them both.
Wrinkling his brow, Sirius shifted Harry deftly
aside and bent his head to Remus, but Remus scrunched an eyebrow and
glanced at Harry. Ignoring him and his damn eyebrow, Sirius kissed him
soundly. About time somebody taught the boy the facts of life.
It wasn't like Remus had been hesitant to jump back
into Sirius' bed, or anything serious like that. It was just that he
and Harry seemed to be sharing a lot of looks, and laughing at a lot of
jokes that Sirius hadn't quite caught, and disappearing at the same
time…
Sirius decided the best course of action would be to
corner Harry alone, judging him to be the easiest prey, and make him
spill whatever it was. Shouldn't take more than a casual application of
godfatherly force.
Fortunately, Sirius was already in a foul mood when
the full moon rolled around because Remus had refused to let him come
along when he locked himself in the basement, and so he was more than
happy to have a go at Harry alone.
Harry was sitting in his room, on his bed, swinging
his feet back and forth a little, staring cheerfully off into space
when Sirius charged into his room. It had not escaped Sirius' notice
that Harry had been a little…odd of late, but he seemed to be getting
on all right. More or less.
"I want to know what's going on with you and Remus,"
Sirius demanded without preamble. Harry glanced up at him and smiled in
greeting as though he were surprised to see him, as though he had not
heard Sirius stomp up the stairs, thump into the room, and slam the
door behind him.
"We're fucking," Harry answered, swinging his feet
some more.
"You…" Sirius blinked a few times. "You are not!"
"Are so," Harry cocked his head to one side
curiously. "Didn't you know?"
"Of course not!" Sirius roared. "What d'you think
I'm asking you for! I thought you were talking about me!" Sirius sat
down hard on the bed next to Harry, feeling confused and hurt. And as
though he weren't the center of the universe, which was just wrong.
"We do a lot," Harry reassured, patting Sirius'
hand. "Usually when we're not fucking."
Sirius made a strangled noise and put his head in
his hands.
By the time Remus had woken up the next morning,
Sirius had gone from hurt to upset to just plain angry because it was
simpler, and he was sitting on the end of Remus' bed with his feet
tucked under him just waiting for the damn slut werewolf to open his
beady little eyes.
"Oh god," Remus croaked when he finally did.
"You've been fucking my godson!" Sirius shouted.
"Please go away," Remus moaned, trying to pull his
blanket up over his face. Sirius yanked it viciously out of his
fingers.
"I was gone for five minutes…" he continued.
"Five minutes?!" Remus interrupted. "Try three
years!"
"…and you're fucking Harry!" Sirius just kept
getting louder and louder. "How long did you wait before seducing the
kid, you pervert, ten minutes?!"
"Do you have any idea what it's like to survive one
of your grand exits?" Remus said coldly, wincing as he pulled himself
to a sitting position. "You were gone and we missed you, and Harry was
there, and it wasn't as if he didn't start it…"
"Start it?!" Sirius squinched his eyes shut in fury.
"Was he even legal?!"
"You know, he's not exactly right," Remus snapped.
"The whole Voldemort business did some things to him, and he just…he
was angry all the time and irrational and…well, a lot like you
really, and…"
"So all of us angry nutjobs are pretty much
interchangeable, is that what you're saying?!"
"Hello," Harry said from the doorway, coming in
calmly as though there was not a screaming match going on. "I've
brought you tea."
"Pour it on Sirius' head," Remus grumbled, flopping
back down. Harry eyed Sirius with a look that was just a whit too
vacant to be mischievous, and Sirius stopped him with a black glare.
Ignoring Sirius and his scowl, Harry flopped his
careless teenage self onto the mattress beside Remus, somehow managing
not to spill the tea in his left hand, and leaned against the
headboard. Sirius watched in stony silence as Harry coaxed Remus into
rolling back over and sitting up enough to take the tea, one hand
stroking Remus' hair out of his face with a familiarity that nettled
Sirius something fierce.
"Thank you, Harry," Remus murmured as he finished
the tea and set the mug aside on the bedside table, earning a pleased
grin from Harry, who then wriggled himself down along Remus' body to
throw an arm over his chest and nuzzle his neck, and that was the straw
that broke the Padfoot's back.
"I'm right here, you know!" he snarled at them,
wishing he could cross his arms even more than they were already
crossed to demonstrate his overwhelming disapproval.
Remus narrowed his eyes, but Harry sat up on his
knees with interest and tipped himself forward onto his hand to crawl
the last foot or so to Sirius. Too surprised to stop him, Sirius sat
with his eyes open stupidly while Harry kissed him. Grabbing Harry's
shoulders and pushing him back, Sirius looked past the boy's shoulder
to see Remus eyeing them with…intrigue?
"What…?" Sirius wasn't sure whether he was asking
Remus or Harry.
"You looked left out." Harry twisted his head around
to glance at Remus. "Look, Remus doesn't mind."
"Remus should be getting his rest," Sirius said
weakly, mostly because he wanted to escape so he could work out what
the sod was going on around here.
"You know Remus will sleep better if we help him out
a little," Harry wriggled closer to whisper in Sirius' ear, "he told
me, you know, how you used to sneak up to the infirmary in the morning
in my father's Cloak. Sometimes I wear it to remind him…"
"Stop!" Sirius swallowed, closing his eyes, and
tried to stop his heart's rabbitting. "Just…just stop. You're…I can't…"
But Harry was already kissing him again, making his
head spin, and then Sirius was being tugged forward and positioned
alongside Remus. When he opened his eyes, Remus was staring down at him
with an expression that wasn't quite arousal and wasn't quite pity.
"Moony?" Sirius whispered, clenching fingers in
Remus' shirt because Remus was solid and not confusing.
"I told you he wasn't right," Remus sighed, reaching
over to tilt Sirius' head up for a kiss. Sirius pressed against Remus
desperately rather than contemplate Harry's warmth against his back or
the agile fingers undoing his shirt buttons. When Remus broke the kiss,
Sirius shook his head and refused to open his eyes, pressing his
forehead into Remus' shoulder.
"Harry," he heard Remus' voice above his head, low
and soothing, "I don't think that Sirius…"
"We've brought him back," Harry interrupted, "and he
belongs with us,"
and Sirius shivered against Remus because it sounded so much like
Prongs demanding that he stop pissing about because there was no
question that Sirius was going to cave in the end and being a girl
about it wouldn't help.
Sirius felt fingers comb through his hair, rubbing
his scalp, and he pretended they were Remus' even though that made the
knuckles brushing his bared chest of questionable ownership. Letting
his eyes open reluctantly, Sirius glanced down across the disheveled
blankets to see that in spite of everything, Remus was hard.
That he knew what to do about.
"Sirius?" Remus asked when Sirius began to slide
down, and Sirius paused to look up and meet concerned brown eyes, and
that cleared Sirius' head a little more because dammit the only person
Remus should worry about the morning after a full moon was himself, and
Sirius would think about the rest of this…event…later.
"I don't mind watching for now," Harry said, and
Sirius couldn't stop himself from looking up again as he pulled
blankets aside and settled between Remus legs, the sight of Harry
settling in next to Remus and undoing his trousers making Sirius'
stomach twist. He tore his gaze away as quickly as if his eyes had been
burned, but not before he caught a flash of Harry's hardening cock
sliding into his hand.
Better to focus on Remus' cock, hot and familiar,
filling the space between Sirius' tongue and the roof of his mouth
perfectly, sharp hips fitting perfectly into Sirius' palms. Remus' soft
groan cut off wetly, and Sirius knew he'd see Harry's mouth covering
Remus' if he looked, maybe his hand smoothing back the grey-streaked
hair, so he didn't look, he focused on the coarse hair brushing the tip
of his nose, filled with hot pride because he hadn't lost his knack for
this quite yet, Azkaban or no Azkaban, or Grimmauld Place, or Veil.
A hand slipped into the hair on the back of Sirius'
head, long fingers twisting sharply in just the right way, just the
right place where Sirius' skull met his neck, and Sirius moaned around
Remus. Sirius let Remus slip back out of his mouth a little, desperate
for the old patterns, until the fingers yanked harder, demanding closer
and faster, and Sirius dug fingers into Remus' hips in relief.
"Sirius, god, Sirius," he heard Remus murmur above
him, and he ground his own cock into the mattress beneath him as Remus
came sharp across his tongue. He was licking the last of it off Remus'
head when another gasp brought his attention up to see Harry coming
over his own hand, head thrown back and biting his lip hard enough to
draw blood.
Trapped motionless in indecision, Sirius wanted
desperately to crawl and curl up beside Remus, but he didn't want to
move any closer to Harry, flushed and heaving for breath and too
fucking pretty, and Sirius' cock was throbbing underneath him.
"Sirius," Remus said again, softly, watching him
from under half-closed lids, the fingers wrapped in Sirius' hair
tugging gently now, and Sirius fairly ached with the need to be wrapped
around Remus. He started moving the same time Harry reached for him
again, and Sirius let himself be tucked in beside Remus.
Wrapping arms around Remus, Sirius clung to him
gratefully, dimly aware of Harry moving around to slide in between his
legs. Sirius looked down at Harry squarely only once, long enough to
see his best friend's son with his hair in his eyes and Sirius' cock in
his hand give a wide grin and say,
"I don't want you left out,"
and then Sirius kissed Remus so he wouldn't see any
more. Remus gathered him close as hot lips slid over his cock, fingers
brushing his waist that were cold instead of warm and smooth skin
brushing his thighs where there should have been stubble, but the
knuckles that smoothed against his cheek were rough with hair.
It was strange to be kissed softly, almost in
apology, while someone was sucking you off, and Sirius kissed back as
though he were trying to crawl up inside Remus where it was safe and
familiar, and ridiculous stupid bizarre things didn't demolish your
life into bits one after another after another after another after
another, and then Sirius lost his train of thought as the bottom
dropped out of his stomach and he came in his godson's mouth.
Sirius' lone moment of peace faded out as soon as
Harry wriggled in between Remus and Sirius, settling his head happily
next to Remus' on the pillow. Sirius looked from Remus' tired brown
eyes to Harry's fever-bright green, and twisted off the bed as fast as
he could. Heedless of lost shirt and undone trousers, Sirius tore out
of the room and slammed the door behind him, leaning back against the
rough wood, chest heaving. Over the pounding of his heart, he heard
Harry's stage-whispered,
"Don't worry, he's ours,"
and then Sirius fled down the hall.
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