Sirius woke up the next morning but still felt like he was dreaming given that there was a warm body beneath him, something he hadn't felt for many years. His body ached like crazy but Sirius wouldn't change a thing given that it reminded him of how real it had all been. That's not to say that everything was perfect, far from it since a ball of guilt had already started eating away at his insides.
Remus had always said that they were mates, or at least had done since they were old enough to understand what those feelings meant anyway. Sirius loved Remus, of course he did, even with the bitter taste of betrayal in his mouth after being left to rot in that hell hole for so long, but their relationship had always been hard, for Sirius at least.
Despite being a werewolf, Remus had always been very much the submissive which had left Sirius feeling like he was doing all the work and not getting to enjoy that aspect of their relationship. That was why things with James had happened in the first place. Sirius had just about reached his limit and had threatened to leave if things hadn't changed in their relationship. Remus, to his credit, had tried but, to be honest, it had been awful. They had discussed the idea of a third but they didn't know anyone that could deal with Remus's furry little problem other than James which is why Sirius had approached him. It had still not been completely satisfying, for Sirius anyway, and James hadn't really seemed interested in joining them and had seemingly disappeared for a bit, although he now realised why that really happened. That night had given him Harry, though, so he couldn't regret it, but neither his time with Remus nor with James had left him feeling quite as content as his night with Greyback and that was what was only causing the guilt to grow.
This couldn't be a permanent thing, not with who Greyback was, not with what he was to Remus. Remus might have betrayed him by ignoring Harry and not fighting for Sirius's innocence but that didn't mean that Sirius would stoop so low as to even suggest a relationship with the werewolf who had turned his mate and caused him so many problems. It's why this had to be a one time thing and yet, no matter how many times he willed his body to move, he couldn't bring himself to shift from the werewolf's comforting embrace.
He did shift within it, however, and that move caused him to brush against Greyback's erect cock, that wonderful organ that had brought Sirius to a new world of delights just hours earlier. He could still feel the echo of it inside him and it left him feeling empty and wanting.
Sirius bit his lip in thought. There was nothing really wrong with a second time was there? It's not like he and Remus were actually together anymore, not after being dumped in Azkaban for over 10 years anyway, and it was arguably still the same event, just a second round.
Knowing there would probably not be another chance and feeling more than a little daring, Sirius shifted his body to test his entrance. It was sore from their previous bout of sex but not overly so, at least not enough to put Sirius off anyway, although he'd always been accused of having a high pain threshold. Greyback had cleaned up some of the mess the night before but more had leaked out overnight, enough that Sirius could work himself open again at least anyway. He felt a little bad for not waking Greyback up first and checking that this was ok but the werewolf had basically suggested that he was open to more than just once between them so Sirius didn't think he would mind. He also didn't know if he could outright ask the man if he was awake and sometimes it was easier to ask forgiveness than permission.
He didn't know where Greyback had put those little packets he'd had the night before and Sirius didn't know if he could handle taking Greyback without anything so he shifted himself down to be able to take the werewolf into his mouth. It had been some time since Sirius had given head to anyone and he was definitely out of practice but he figured the point was more to wet it than anything else so he concentrated on coating Greyback with his saliva. It wasn't long before his jaw ached from a lack of practice but he felt like he had done enough anyway and carefully shifted again to straddle Greyback's hips.
Sirius looked up at the other man's face which looked younger in the morning light, less careworn, more at peace, though that could also be a sign of pleasant dreams and a part of Sirius hoped that was the case. Greyback turned his head and seemed to sniff the pillow before smiling and Sirius could have sworn he heard the man whisper "puppy" but he figured he must have been imagining things. It didn't help the little ball of guilt in his gut, however, and Sirius found himself turning his back to the man, unable to face him as he mounted him in his sleep.
Sirius bit his lip to stifle the groan as he lowered himself on the large cock. It burned, but not terribly, and Sirius found himself quickly rocking himself lower, trying to get more of that delicious pleasure/pain sensation that caused him to moan out loud. There was an echo of his moan behind him as well.
"Merlin puppy, you sure know how to wake a man up in style." Greyback's voice was sleep-rough and the sound of it caused a shiver to run up Sirius's spine. "The sight of your hole eating up my cock is quite the sight to see first thing.
"Glad I can oblige you," Sirius groaned. Greyback bent his legs at the knee and Sirius bit back a grin, as the new position allowed him better leverage and ground down harder on Greyback's cock, tilting his hips to improve the angle and hit his prostate.
"Thought last night was only a one time thing though?" Greyback queried. "Was I that good of a lay last night that you decided to have another go?"
"Perhaps," Sirius smirked, glad that he had his back to the werewolf so the man wouldn't see him blush.
"Were your partners before that bad?" Greyback chuckled. "If not, you may end up giving me a big head."
"You seem pretty confident in yourself, perhaps I just wanted to make sure last night wasn't a fluke," Sirius huffed.
"If that's the case then a change in positions might be called for," Greyback suggested. "As much as I'm enjoying watching you ride my cock it's difficult to get the right leverage to really make you see stars." Sirius gulped and groaned as Greyback pressed his thumbs into the edge of his entrance. "I'm surprised you're not too sore though, especially with how long it must have been for you. Did I not give you a good enough pounding last night or are you just a bit of a masochist?"
"I have always been told I have a high pain threshold," Sirius gasped as Greyback jerked his hips upward, pressing into his sore backside.
"So do you think you're up to a bit more of that?" Greyback asked.
Sirius gulped. "Maybe," he whispered.
He barely had time to think, though, before Greyback had flipped him forward, obviously accepting his quiet answer as consent and pressing Sirius's face into the mattress. He lifted his hips up as Greyback pressed himself over Sirius's back, pushing deeper than Sirius realised was possible. How's that puppy? Not too much?"
"No," Sirius gasped, feeling his eyes rolling backwards as he was once again filled to the hilt. "More." It was a plea even to his own ears but he couldn't bring himself to care.
"I don't mind giving you more, puppy, if that's what you really want. Do you remember your safeword?"
"Dumbledore," Sirius whispered, groaning as Greyback once again pressed into his prostate.
"Well done puppy," Greyback growled and gave Sirius's arse a sound smack which only caused Sirius to groan louder. "You do like that, don't you?" Sirius moaned as Greyback smacked his arse again. "I could do this all morning puppy, your hole quivers beautifully each time I give you a smack."
"Yes," Sirius breathed, loving the feel of Greyback gripping his hips hard, finding the bruises from the night before.
"You're going to feel this for days puppy, are you ok with that?"
"Yes, please, Greyback."
Greyback grunted and changed the angle, slamming into his arse with abandon. Sirius was making garbled sounds and his face was pushed into the mattress again and again. It was glorious and Sirius revelled in the feeling of being taken, being owned, by the powerful wizard behind him. He wanted it so badly, and the thought that he might never feel this again had him pushing back, silently begging for more so that he could remember this wonderful sensation in the years to come. Greyback, to his credit, complied with Sirius's demands, upping his movements to a grueling pace causing Sirius to moan with every thrust.
It was over all too soon and Sirius almost wept when he climaxed into the sheets, his cock untouched. Greyback followed him to oblivion shortly afterwards and Sirius could almost feel his hole getting filled with the man's cum. Greyback fell to his side on the bed and went to pull out but Sirius stopped him.
"Don't," he whispered, wanting to hold on to the feeling a little longer.
"You know this doesn't have to be a one time thing," Greyback purred, pulling Sirius against his chest to mold their bodies together.
"It's complicated," Sirius admitted, looking pointedly at the wall and not at the man plastered to his back. "Remus is my mate."
"Ah," Greyback sighed, "lucky cub, although I can't see him being able to satisfy you like that."
"No," Sirius chuckled self deprecatingly, "he's not really a top. That was actually the first time I experienced that."
"Puppy!" Greyback grunted warningly, even as he pulled Sirius closer to him, "you should have told me that was your first time, I'd have been a bit more gentle. I could have really hurt you for fuck's sake."
"Don't, I wanted it like that, to remember, in case I don't get a chance again."
"Does my cub deny you what you need?" Greyback growled.
"No!" Sirius exclaimed, "nothing like that. It was tricky though. We got together straight out of school, when we realised we were mates and we tried to make it work, tried to be enough for each other, but it was quite quickly obvious that, despite being mates we just weren't quite enough for each other. I fought it at first, not liking the idea of being the bottom, thinking that it somehow made me weak."
"You know that's not the case now though, right puppy? It takes a great deal of strength to give up control like that."
"I know," Sirius smiled, "I figured that out eventually, although there's still some residual ideas from growing up with my mum that come through sometimes."
"Like with Harry?" Greyback asked.
"Yes," Sirius sighed. "He's so young, I can't help but worry that those two are going to push him into something he doesn't want if he's not careful."
"I wouldn't worry about him if I were you," Greyback chuckled. "That kid is not as innocent as you think and I would be surprised if he doesn't end up having both of those men eating out of his hand in no time."
"I suppose," Sirius huffed, "but he's my kid so it's only natural to worry about him."
"So long as you look after yourself as well, puppy," Greyback said, nuzzling into the back of Sirius's neck, "it sounds like you've been neglecting yourself for too long."
"It wasn't always that way," Sirius admitted. "Things were good with Remus for a while and we even talked about adding a third though it was just difficult, what with him being a werewolf and all, and us keeping that a secret. We tried with James but he still wasn't particularly dominant so it didn't really work."
"There are others who would understand your situation."
"Like you?" Sirius chuckled, "I can't see Remus being too happy about that. He still blames you for all of his issues."
"I get the feeling I'm going to need to have words with my cub." Greyback's voice rumbled through him and Sirius couldn't suppress a shiver at the reminder of the sheer power and authority in the man behind him. Sirius felt the wolf smile against his neck.
"So responsive," he murmured. "I'm already jealous of the lucky bastard who gets to have you on a regular basis."
"Yeah," Sirius croaked, his mouth suddenly going dry at the thought of getting to experience something like the previous night again, although he mentally chastised himself when he pictured the other man as Greyback.
"Aye puppy, and I doubt it would be hard for you to find a third even here. There are a number of dominants in my pack, male and female, who I'm sure would be happy to look after the both of you." Sirius thought he might have heard a hint of pain in Greyback's voice at that admission so kept quiet and just enjoyed being held while he could. Of course all good things come to an end, usually before you want them to, and no sooner had Sirius found himself relaxing in Greyback's strong embrace than the werewolf began to move.
"I should get going," Greyback sighed, easing himself away from Sirius.
Sirius mewled at the loss, hating himself a little for how empty and cold he now felt.
"Oh dear puppy, we seem to have made quite a mess of you," Greyback murmured, running a finger over Sirius's hips where Sirius was sure bruises were already starting to form. "I think we might need to give you a good wash." Sirius could only whole heartedly agree, especially when Greyback carefully lifted him off the bed. He only hoped the house elves wouldn't be too upset when he showed up late for breakfast.
It was very late in the morning when Sirius made his way into Harry's suite looking for his son. His body ached in the best way and, while he found himself missing the comfort of Greyback's strong embrace, he couldn't bring himself to regret anything he'd done the previous night, or earlier that morning. He probably should have knocked before entering but years of growing up in the dorms at Hogwarts had only served to intensify some of his worse habits. Harry had obviously spent the morning figuring out his new wardrobe with Binky, the seamstress, and was currently sporting what looked like a blue gingham pinafore dress over a floaty peasant blouse.
"I know what it looks like but it's actually shorts," Harry said when he saw Sirius, showing off the seam in the bottom. "It just looks like a skirt."
"You don't have to justify your clothing choices to me," Sirius insisted.
"Actually, I kind of feel like I do," Harry admitted somewhat sheepishly.
"Well you don't, and I'm sorry if I made you feel that way, I have to admit I've not been in the best place recently."
"I get it," Harry smiled, "it must be a bit of a shock to you."
Sirius nodded. "But that's no excuse really. I'm your father and I should be more supportive of your choices, I always used to say I would be if I ever had kids."
"You don't need to force yourself, you know," Harry winced.
"I'm not," Sirius stated resolutely. "I know I behaved like a complete ass before and there is no excuse for the behaviour and I'm sorry. I was actually wondering if you wanted to do something today so that we can get to know each other properly."
"What were you thinking?"
"Well I thought as the Black family relatives we could go and see them, let them know that they can stay here as long as they need."
"You don't have an issue with that then?" Harry queried.
"I've never had a problem with werewolves, I think the idea that they are all dangerous creatures is ridiculous. Yes, on a full moon they pose a threat and precautions need to be taken but outside of that they are just normal people and no more dangerous to anyone than you or I."
"According to the news you're pretty dangerous," Harry smirked cheekily.
And I can be," Sirius grinned unrepentantly, "but that's my point. A werewolf, outside of the full moon, is just a wizard. They can be good or bad, same as anyone else."
"Good," Harry smiled, "because I have to admit I don't like the idea of them being hunted so I'm happy that you feel the same."
"Glad we're on the same page," Sirius said, returning Harry's smile. "We should probably head out to the farms and ley them know everything is fine soon, in case they're worrying, since I don't think Greyback had a chance to see them before he went off in search of Remus."
"Oh, why was that?" Harry queried.
Sirius fidgeted a bit, looking away and blushing. "I don't know."
"Bollocks," Harry chuckled, "Tom and Severus were making a lot of jokes at breakfast. Severus suggested that Greyback might help to remove the stick you had up your backside but Tom said it was more likely that Greyback would be inserting one instead."
"They shouldn't be talking about those sorts of things in front of you," Sirius groused.
"Why not?" Harry asked.
"Because you're 13, Harry, you're too young to be thinking about anything like that. Hell you shouldn't have even understood them."
"My cousin had quite the porn collection and I was the one that had to clean his room," Harry shrugged.
"He just left it out!" Sirius exclaimed.
"Well he knew Petunia would only blame me if she found it so why should he care."
"Ah yes, your delightful home life," Sirius murmured menacingly, "did they suffer at all?"
"Well Tom made sure to inform Petunia and her magic hating husband that she was actually a squib before he drained their life."
"Good," Sirius grinned, "so the explosion was what, to cover up the crime?"
"Yeah, and to try and throw Dumbledore off while we got away," Harry admitted.
"Good plan."
"Upside of working with Slytherins apparently."
Sirius sighed. "Seems like that might be the case."
"Wow, that's a bit of a change in attitude," Harry gaped, "is sex really that good?"
"It can be, but you're not going to be finding that out any time soon," Sirius groused.
"Why, how old were you when you started doing stuff?" Harry queried.
"Well admittedly I started fooling around when I was 14," Sirius muttered.
"So you had your first kiss at 14? Cool, so I guess it's not too bad if I do something a little sooner then. Oh does that mean you'll give me the sex talk soon."
"Actually my first kiss was earlier than that," Sirius admitted, "but you're not going to need the talk until you're like 30."
Harry pouted. "I can always just ask Severus and Tom to teach me all about that stuff I suppose."
"No!" Sirius shouted, "I'll give you the talk, even if it's just to make sure you know everything you need to, just so long as you promise me that you'll wait to do anything until you're older."
"So long as you don't make me wait until I'm 30."
"Not 30," Sirius huffed, "just until you're ready, I don't want you rushing into anything."
"What if I'm ready next month or something?" Harry smirked.
"When you're ready but not before you're 15," Sirius growled, looking sternly at Harry.
"I'll try, but I think two years might be pushing it."
"Fine," Sirius sighed. "But promise me you'll hold off at least a year and that you'll wait until you are sure you are ready to take that step, that you won't let those other two push you into anything."
"I do believe it is Harry that will likely be the one pushing us," Severus drawled, coming into the room.
"Have you finished your brewing for the day?" Harry asked.
"No, not yet," Severus replied, "but I had a break while some potions are simmering so I thought I'd come and see how your new wardrobe was coming along Harry."
"It's fine," Harry muttered.
"That doesn't sound very promising?" Severus queried. "What's the matter Harry?"
"It's nothing really, just that wearing shorts is showing the hairs on my legs and its annoying me."
"You do know that hair on your legs is natural right?" Sirius questioned.
"I know," Harry huffed, "it just annoys me seeing it that's all."
"There is a hair removing potion in the bathroom that Tom and I use on our faces but there's no reason you can't use it on other parts of your body if you wish."
"You mean you wouldn't mind if I got rid of some of my hair?" Harry asked.
"I think so long as you leave the hair on the top of your head you can do what you like," Severus said, causing Harry to grin.
"Awesome, I'll go do it now, maybe change as well."
"Why are you changing, I thought that thing looks quite nice," Sirius frowned.
"Binky said it's called a playsuit and I like it enough but it's a bit too nice to go traipsing around the grounds in. I've got some dungarees to wear instead, though, so I shouldn't be long."
"Don't leave the hair removal paste on for longer than a minute or you'll risk a nasty reaction," Severus warned and Harry waved his thanks as he raced out the door.
Sirius and Severus stood in a somewhat awkward silence. After a few beats Severus turned to his old nemesis.
"How long do you think it will take Greyback to find Lupin?" Snape asked and Sirius was slightly floored. He had expected to be forced to apologise or something but Snape seemed to want to put a line under things, at least for now, and Sirius wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
"I don't know," he shrugged, "I guess it depends where Remus is."
"It might be a good way of getting some information on what Dumbledore knows," Snape suggested. "He seemed very intent on getting me to help track Harry down straight after the explosion although I don't know whether he knew Harry was still alive at that stage or just wishful thinking."
"It'll also be interesting to know who he thinks is behind it," Sirius admitted. "At this point I'm assuming the blame will be put on me but it'll be telling, I think, how much emphasis the old man puts on it."
"Quite," Snape agreed, "your escape from Azkaban has proved quite timely for us in that sense. I should inform you that the Dark Lord wishes to talk to you about your amazing escape by the way. He's apparently managed to use the mark to check on some of his followers and the prognosis wasn't great which is part of the reason for my sudden need to brew."
"He's planning on some sort of mass breakout? Won't that risk tripping his hand?"
"Possibly but you forget Black, we are not reckless Gryffindors and so will work out the best course of action instead of running in head first."
"Was that meant to be some sort of subtle dig at my recent actions or something?" Sirius scowled.
"There were certainly better paths you could have taken on escaping other than stalking Harry. Hiding out at the Weasley's residence and waiting for them to return so you could grab Peter and clear your name perhaps."
"I wasn't thinking," Sirius huffed.
"You rarely do. That wasn't meant as an insult for the record, merely a statement of fact."
"Ever thought that sometimes you overthink things?" Sirius suggested.
"It has been mentioned on occasion," Snape sniffed and Sirius didn't even bother to hide his bark of laughter at that. They lapsed into silence once again, albeit it significantly less tense than earlier.
Thankfully it wasn't long before Harry emerged from the bathroom wearing a lemon yellow scoop neck jumper under some denim dungarees that stopped just above his knees. It wasn't overly feminine, not that he would care Sirius reminded himself, the main thing being a lacy frill on the socks.
Harry smirked when he saw Sirius had noticed. "I couldn't help but add a little something special."It looks nice," Sirius smiled.
"You're father is right, you look lovely Harry. May I ask what your plans are for this afternoon?"
Harry blushed at Snape's compliment. "We were going to go see the werewolf colony on the farms."
Snape nodded. "An excellent idea. I know the house elves will possibly have already said something but ask if they require any potions, I shall be happy to help them with any they require."
"Thank Severus, we will do," Harry grinned, giving the man a brief peck on the cheek before darting out the door.
"At least you are now aware of the extent of our relationship," Snape sighed.
Sirius chuckled. "I'm glad of it as well. You can't fake a blush like that over something so innocent and as long as it stays around this level for a while I'll be happy." With that he went running down the hall after Harry, looking forward to an afternoon of bonding with his son.