Smutmas fic #2: Avarice, Harry/Sirius, NC-17
Title: Avarice
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sirius/Harry
Warnings: D/s, almost dubious consent, angst, and (eep!) a wee bit o fluff at the end.
Author's notes: Written as a merry_smutmas gift for diamine. Thanks to my Charmy for the beta!!
Harry glanced uneasily at his godfather. The walk back from the Christmas party had been uncomfortable to say the least. Sirius was answering his statements with non-committal grunts and terse shrugs, all the while managing to keep an arms length between them. He wasn't even looking at him for Merlin's sake! After the first few attempts Harry gave up and they had continued on in oppressive silence. Harry didn't try to delude himself about the fact that Sirius was not pleased with him. He only wished that he knew what he'd done.
The party had been wonderful. Harry hadn't seen all the Weasley's together in over a year. Though Molly highly disapproved of his relationship with Sirius and usually voiced her opinions loudly, tonight she’d been polite, if a bit cold. Ron looked good, despite the nasty breakup he'd just gone through, and Harry was ecstatic to see him. He'd missed his best friend desperately and even though they hadn't been that close the past few years, tonight had been just like old times. Sirius had seemed pleased that Remus showed up and Harry had thought that he was having a good time. His barking laugh had rung through the air time and time again. Harry loved to hear him laugh. It had been a good party, a good time, for both of them. So why now were they walking down the darkened street in stony silence, feeling like strangers rather than lovers?
Harry was relieved when their house came into sight. Sirius reached the front steps first and Harry followed, careful to step over the loose third step. He really needed to fix that. Of course there were other matters that needed more immediate attention. Sirius opened the door and went straight to the kitchen, tossing his coat on a chair as he went. Harry gently closed the door behind him and as he locked it he could hear the sound of bottles clanking together as Sirius rifled through the cupboard. Harry sighed and removed his coat as well. Best to get it over with before Sirius got completely soused.
He walked to the kitchen and leaned against the doorframe as he watched his godfather pouring himself a drink.
"Didn't get enough at the party?" Harry asked quietly.
Sirius shot him a nasty look and tossed back the glass. "Don't start, Harry," he rumbled, reaching for the bottle again.
"Do you want to at least tell me what's got you so upset?"
"No," Sirius growled. "I think talking about it right now would be an extremely bad idea."
Harry stayed silent and watched him throw back his glass once more. When his hand reached out for the bottle again, Harry moved. He was across the room quickly, pulling the bottle out of Sirius' reach, the beginnings of anger and frustration coming through the fog of his confusion.
"And I think, that we're going to talk right now, whether you want to or not," Harry said evenly, holding the bottle behind him. "And if you refuse and try to drink yourself stupid, I swear that I'll destroy every bottle of liquor in the house."
Sirius stepped menacingly closer, looming over him, but Harry held his ground. "Now is not a good time, Harry," Sirius hissed. "Now give me the fucking bottle."
"No," Harry said firmly. He wound his fingers tighter around the bottle and squared his shoulders. He'd be damned if he let his own lover intimidate him.
Sirius' eyes narrowed and he growled again, his fists clenching at his sides. "Fine," he hissed, before turning swiftly and storming out of the room. Harry sat the bottle down and followed Sirius up the stairs, catching him on the landing. This was going to stop, now.
He grabbed Sirius' shoulder and jerked him round. "What in the fuck are you on about, Sirius? You're acting like a-" The breath was knocked out of him as he was slammed bodily into the wall. Sirius was on him in an instant, his broad chest pressed firmly against Harry's thinner one, his big hands wrapping firmly around Harry's wrists. "Wha--?"
"Shut. Up," Sirius rumbled, his warm breath stirring Harry's fringe. "You want to know what's wrong?" Harry could feel Sirius shaking against him, dear God he was mad. A tendril of fear twined its way up his spine and his stomach gave a lurch.
Harry nodded slowly, his eyes wide and locked with his godfather's.
"What's wrong is that you, my dear boy, need to stop egging other men on in their attempts to seduce you, or you may find yourself in a very bad situation."
"What?" Harry asked, bewildered. What the hell was he on about?
"Don't play stupid, Harry," Sirius snapped. "I saw the way he was looking at you, I saw the way he touched you tonight. And you loved it didn't you? You loved the attention, you loved having him fawn all over you." Sirius lowered his face and rubbed his cheek against Harry's roughly. "Did you think I wouldn't notice, Harry?" he whispered.
Harry tugged against his grip and Sirius tightened his hold. "I don't know what you are talking about, Sirius."
"Don't you?" Sirius ground his hips against him.
"No," Harry said angrily. "I don't. I was with Ron all night; I never even went near anyone else."
"Yes," Sirius hissed in his ear. "I know. You were all over each other, hands touching, thighs brushing together. He's grown into a lovely young man, hasn’t he?"
So that's what the problem was. "Have you gone round the bend?" Harry asked, nearly laughing out loud. "It's Ron. He's my best mate. How can you even think that?"
Apparently, Sirius didn't find the situation as amusing as Harry did. He ground against him harder, his face twisted in rage. Harry sucked in a breath as the grip on his wrists tightened even more; he could feel the bones grinding together. Fuck.
"I know what I saw," Sirius breathed. The muscles in his chest were trembling against Harry's and his breathing accelerated. "He was looking at you like you were a feast, like he wanted to devour you." Sirius shoved his knee in between Harry's thighs, kicking his feet apart, and leaned in further, crushing their lips together. Harry gasped into the kiss. It was hard and violent and possessive and painful and it went straight to his cock. Dear God. Sirius' tongue drove deep inside, probing and sweeping, touching him everywhere, owning him. The pressure lessened abruptly. "He wanted you tonight," Sirius muttered against lips, licking the edges. "But he can't have you, he can't. You. Are. Mine."
With a snarl Sirius dove back in, kissing him hard, stealing his breath. One arm was released and Harry felt fingers twine in his hair, jerking his head back harshly. Harry cried out as Sirius swooped to his neck, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh of his throat. Oh, fuck, it hurt, it hurt so much, but his cock was aching now and he was rubbing up against Sirius as much as he could, whimpering, moaning. God.
And he needed to tell Sirius that Ron wasn't after him, that they were like brothers really, and that even if he was, Harry wasn't attracted to him at all. But his thoughts became jumbled as Sirius sucked on his throat hard and reached down to grab his arse, pulling him against an answering hardness. A flurry of motion and they were moving, stumbling down the hall, Harry still held captive, anchored in place by the strong hand in his hair. The bedroom door hit him in his back and swung open hard, crashing into the wall. Sirius grabbed his shirt and jerked, ripping it open, sending buttons flying across the room. Harry heard fabric tearing and he reached up weakly, trying to get Sirius' shirt loose from his trousers.
"No," Sirius panted, shoving his hands away and half dragging, half carrying him to the bed. His arms were jerked over his head, the ruined white cotton shirt pushed to his wrists and wrapped tightly, before he was shoved roughly down on his back.
"Don't you dare move," Sirius whispered angrily, kissing him forcefully once more. He pressed Harry's wrists firmly into the pillows, almost as a warning, before pulling back. Harry obeyed. Sirius yanked his shirt off over his head and threw it to the side. His chest was heaving as he reached down, popping the buttons of Harry's trousers open. He made short work of Harry's shoes and trousers and within minutes, Harry was deliciously naked save for the tattered shirt wrapped around his wrists and hands, which he kept obediently above his head.
Sirius ran shaking hands over Harry's chest before dipping his head to suck and lick at the hardened nipples. Harry arched his back a bit, but dared not do more than that. His mouth was open and he was gasping for breath as Sirius mouthed his way across his torso.
"God, you taste…" Sirius' voice was shaking as badly as his hands and Harry heard and felt him reach down and unzip his trousers. His other hand shot out to the bedside table and yanked the drawer completely out, spilling its contents onto the floor. Sirius cursed and leaned over the edge, knocking the scattered mess about with his fingers. He was back within seconds, a tube of lubrication grasped in his fist. Sirius shoved his open trousers down over his hips and wrenched the cap off of the tube with his teeth, spitting it to the floor. Harry's arse clenched at the sight. His cock was leaking onto his belly as Sirius squeezed the tube hard, applying copious amounts of thick lube to his pulsing cock. He shoved Harry's thighs apart and fisted himself quickly, dropping the open, crushed tube onto the sheets.
"Harry," he moaned, falling forward onto his hands, his hips wedging in between Harry's widespread legs. The thick material of Sirius' trousers scraped against the soft skin on the back of Harry's thighs as he pushed forward. His hard, warm chest pressed down against him, pushing him into the mattress, the fleshy head of his cock nudging slickly up against Harry's opening. Then that sinful mouth was once more devouring him, full lips moving against his, teeth clicking together. Sirius thrust his tongue forward and Harry moaned. A heartbeat later he pulled back and stared down at Harry, his black eyes glittering strangely in the dim light.
"Mine," he growled softly, holding Harry's eyes with his own. And then, he shoved forward with his hips. Violently.
Harry screamed as Sirius' cock spitted him open in one harsh thrust. His arms came up, involuntarily, and Sirius grabbed them, pinning them back down. Sirius fucked into him roughly, pulling back almost all the way before sliding firmly back in, still watching his face, his eyes. It hurt and burned but his cock was as hard as ever and he spread his legs wider, giving Sirius more room, offering himself up to be taken and used and fucked.
Sirius pounded into him, knocking the headboard into the wall with the force of his thrusts. His fingers were digging into Harry's forearms hard enough to bruise and his taut stomach was smoothing across his tortured erection with every agonizing movement. Sirius was grunting above him, his teeth bared, his eyes feral, oh fuck it was hot. Harry had never seen him like this and he forced his eyes to stay open, to stay trained on Sirius' beautiful face, to watch as he lost all control.
Submission had never come easy to Harry, but he couldn't help but submit completely now in the face of such fierce passion. His body was pliant and malleable and Harry tilted his head back, baring his throat, and felt his stomach tighten as Sirius moaned.
Sharp teeth clamped onto Harry's flesh once more and warm lips closed over them and sucked. He arched up and his cock rubbed firmly against Sirius' belly just as he thrust in hard. Harry came screaming.
His orgasm ripped through him and he spread his legs wide and convulsed as his cock jerked and sputtered. Hot semen splashed between them, coating their stomachs and Harry's arse spasmed down around the burning length that was continuing to spear up into him. He'd never come so hard in his life and it wasn't stopping, it wasn't letting up, and Sirius was moaning against his neck and biting him and shoving in hard, harder and the bed was shaking and his body was writhing and it was too much, too good, too painful, too perfect, oh fuck…
Sirius howled and Harry felt him stiffen before shoving in deep. He could feel Sirius' cock pulse as he emptied himself deep inside. Sirius heart was beating rapidly against Harry's chest and he was kissing his neck, tenderly now, and groaning and they were sweaty and sticky and hot and it. Was. Perfect.
Harry closed his eyes and sighed. Soft lips touched his tenderly, almost timidly, and he looked up into Sirius' worried face.
"Are you all right?" Sirius whispered shakily.
Harry nodded and smiled, leaning up to kiss him again. Sirius sighed into his mouth and kissed him back, rubbing his bruised arms gently.
"I'm sorry," Sirius muttered against his lips. "I wonder sometimes why you're with me, is all. And the thought of you, leaving…" Sirius cleared his throat. "The thought of you with someone else, with someone younger…"
Harry kissed him again to silence him, a long slow deep kiss that made his toes curl and his lower abdomen tighten. He pulled back slowly and looked into Sirius' eyes.
"I'm yours, Sirius," Harry said softly. "I never want to be anyone else's."
Sirius slid one arm around his back and the other hand up to cup the back of his head. "Promise?" he asked with an uncertain smile.
Harry nodded and grinned. "Promise."
Thanks go out to by_starkiller for my wonderful gift fic. It is gorgeous Harry/Draco and there's omg!Rimming!!!!! Consequences. :D Check it out and let her know how good it was!!
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sirius/Harry
Warnings: D/s, almost dubious consent, angst, and (eep!) a wee bit o fluff at the end.
Author's notes: Written as a merry_smutmas gift for diamine. Thanks to my Charmy for the beta!!
Harry glanced uneasily at his godfather. The walk back from the Christmas party had been uncomfortable to say the least. Sirius was answering his statements with non-committal grunts and terse shrugs, all the while managing to keep an arms length between them. He wasn't even looking at him for Merlin's sake! After the first few attempts Harry gave up and they had continued on in oppressive silence. Harry didn't try to delude himself about the fact that Sirius was not pleased with him. He only wished that he knew what he'd done.
The party had been wonderful. Harry hadn't seen all the Weasley's together in over a year. Though Molly highly disapproved of his relationship with Sirius and usually voiced her opinions loudly, tonight she’d been polite, if a bit cold. Ron looked good, despite the nasty breakup he'd just gone through, and Harry was ecstatic to see him. He'd missed his best friend desperately and even though they hadn't been that close the past few years, tonight had been just like old times. Sirius had seemed pleased that Remus showed up and Harry had thought that he was having a good time. His barking laugh had rung through the air time and time again. Harry loved to hear him laugh. It had been a good party, a good time, for both of them. So why now were they walking down the darkened street in stony silence, feeling like strangers rather than lovers?
Harry was relieved when their house came into sight. Sirius reached the front steps first and Harry followed, careful to step over the loose third step. He really needed to fix that. Of course there were other matters that needed more immediate attention. Sirius opened the door and went straight to the kitchen, tossing his coat on a chair as he went. Harry gently closed the door behind him and as he locked it he could hear the sound of bottles clanking together as Sirius rifled through the cupboard. Harry sighed and removed his coat as well. Best to get it over with before Sirius got completely soused.
He walked to the kitchen and leaned against the doorframe as he watched his godfather pouring himself a drink.
"Didn't get enough at the party?" Harry asked quietly.
Sirius shot him a nasty look and tossed back the glass. "Don't start, Harry," he rumbled, reaching for the bottle again.
"Do you want to at least tell me what's got you so upset?"
"No," Sirius growled. "I think talking about it right now would be an extremely bad idea."
Harry stayed silent and watched him throw back his glass once more. When his hand reached out for the bottle again, Harry moved. He was across the room quickly, pulling the bottle out of Sirius' reach, the beginnings of anger and frustration coming through the fog of his confusion.
"And I think, that we're going to talk right now, whether you want to or not," Harry said evenly, holding the bottle behind him. "And if you refuse and try to drink yourself stupid, I swear that I'll destroy every bottle of liquor in the house."
Sirius stepped menacingly closer, looming over him, but Harry held his ground. "Now is not a good time, Harry," Sirius hissed. "Now give me the fucking bottle."
"No," Harry said firmly. He wound his fingers tighter around the bottle and squared his shoulders. He'd be damned if he let his own lover intimidate him.
Sirius' eyes narrowed and he growled again, his fists clenching at his sides. "Fine," he hissed, before turning swiftly and storming out of the room. Harry sat the bottle down and followed Sirius up the stairs, catching him on the landing. This was going to stop, now.
He grabbed Sirius' shoulder and jerked him round. "What in the fuck are you on about, Sirius? You're acting like a-" The breath was knocked out of him as he was slammed bodily into the wall. Sirius was on him in an instant, his broad chest pressed firmly against Harry's thinner one, his big hands wrapping firmly around Harry's wrists. "Wha--?"
"Shut. Up," Sirius rumbled, his warm breath stirring Harry's fringe. "You want to know what's wrong?" Harry could feel Sirius shaking against him, dear God he was mad. A tendril of fear twined its way up his spine and his stomach gave a lurch.
Harry nodded slowly, his eyes wide and locked with his godfather's.
"What's wrong is that you, my dear boy, need to stop egging other men on in their attempts to seduce you, or you may find yourself in a very bad situation."
"What?" Harry asked, bewildered. What the hell was he on about?
"Don't play stupid, Harry," Sirius snapped. "I saw the way he was looking at you, I saw the way he touched you tonight. And you loved it didn't you? You loved the attention, you loved having him fawn all over you." Sirius lowered his face and rubbed his cheek against Harry's roughly. "Did you think I wouldn't notice, Harry?" he whispered.
Harry tugged against his grip and Sirius tightened his hold. "I don't know what you are talking about, Sirius."
"Don't you?" Sirius ground his hips against him.
"No," Harry said angrily. "I don't. I was with Ron all night; I never even went near anyone else."
"Yes," Sirius hissed in his ear. "I know. You were all over each other, hands touching, thighs brushing together. He's grown into a lovely young man, hasn’t he?"
So that's what the problem was. "Have you gone round the bend?" Harry asked, nearly laughing out loud. "It's Ron. He's my best mate. How can you even think that?"
Apparently, Sirius didn't find the situation as amusing as Harry did. He ground against him harder, his face twisted in rage. Harry sucked in a breath as the grip on his wrists tightened even more; he could feel the bones grinding together. Fuck.
"I know what I saw," Sirius breathed. The muscles in his chest were trembling against Harry's and his breathing accelerated. "He was looking at you like you were a feast, like he wanted to devour you." Sirius shoved his knee in between Harry's thighs, kicking his feet apart, and leaned in further, crushing their lips together. Harry gasped into the kiss. It was hard and violent and possessive and painful and it went straight to his cock. Dear God. Sirius' tongue drove deep inside, probing and sweeping, touching him everywhere, owning him. The pressure lessened abruptly. "He wanted you tonight," Sirius muttered against lips, licking the edges. "But he can't have you, he can't. You. Are. Mine."
With a snarl Sirius dove back in, kissing him hard, stealing his breath. One arm was released and Harry felt fingers twine in his hair, jerking his head back harshly. Harry cried out as Sirius swooped to his neck, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh of his throat. Oh, fuck, it hurt, it hurt so much, but his cock was aching now and he was rubbing up against Sirius as much as he could, whimpering, moaning. God.
And he needed to tell Sirius that Ron wasn't after him, that they were like brothers really, and that even if he was, Harry wasn't attracted to him at all. But his thoughts became jumbled as Sirius sucked on his throat hard and reached down to grab his arse, pulling him against an answering hardness. A flurry of motion and they were moving, stumbling down the hall, Harry still held captive, anchored in place by the strong hand in his hair. The bedroom door hit him in his back and swung open hard, crashing into the wall. Sirius grabbed his shirt and jerked, ripping it open, sending buttons flying across the room. Harry heard fabric tearing and he reached up weakly, trying to get Sirius' shirt loose from his trousers.
"No," Sirius panted, shoving his hands away and half dragging, half carrying him to the bed. His arms were jerked over his head, the ruined white cotton shirt pushed to his wrists and wrapped tightly, before he was shoved roughly down on his back.
"Don't you dare move," Sirius whispered angrily, kissing him forcefully once more. He pressed Harry's wrists firmly into the pillows, almost as a warning, before pulling back. Harry obeyed. Sirius yanked his shirt off over his head and threw it to the side. His chest was heaving as he reached down, popping the buttons of Harry's trousers open. He made short work of Harry's shoes and trousers and within minutes, Harry was deliciously naked save for the tattered shirt wrapped around his wrists and hands, which he kept obediently above his head.
Sirius ran shaking hands over Harry's chest before dipping his head to suck and lick at the hardened nipples. Harry arched his back a bit, but dared not do more than that. His mouth was open and he was gasping for breath as Sirius mouthed his way across his torso.
"God, you taste…" Sirius' voice was shaking as badly as his hands and Harry heard and felt him reach down and unzip his trousers. His other hand shot out to the bedside table and yanked the drawer completely out, spilling its contents onto the floor. Sirius cursed and leaned over the edge, knocking the scattered mess about with his fingers. He was back within seconds, a tube of lubrication grasped in his fist. Sirius shoved his open trousers down over his hips and wrenched the cap off of the tube with his teeth, spitting it to the floor. Harry's arse clenched at the sight. His cock was leaking onto his belly as Sirius squeezed the tube hard, applying copious amounts of thick lube to his pulsing cock. He shoved Harry's thighs apart and fisted himself quickly, dropping the open, crushed tube onto the sheets.
"Harry," he moaned, falling forward onto his hands, his hips wedging in between Harry's widespread legs. The thick material of Sirius' trousers scraped against the soft skin on the back of Harry's thighs as he pushed forward. His hard, warm chest pressed down against him, pushing him into the mattress, the fleshy head of his cock nudging slickly up against Harry's opening. Then that sinful mouth was once more devouring him, full lips moving against his, teeth clicking together. Sirius thrust his tongue forward and Harry moaned. A heartbeat later he pulled back and stared down at Harry, his black eyes glittering strangely in the dim light.
"Mine," he growled softly, holding Harry's eyes with his own. And then, he shoved forward with his hips. Violently.
Harry screamed as Sirius' cock spitted him open in one harsh thrust. His arms came up, involuntarily, and Sirius grabbed them, pinning them back down. Sirius fucked into him roughly, pulling back almost all the way before sliding firmly back in, still watching his face, his eyes. It hurt and burned but his cock was as hard as ever and he spread his legs wider, giving Sirius more room, offering himself up to be taken and used and fucked.
Sirius pounded into him, knocking the headboard into the wall with the force of his thrusts. His fingers were digging into Harry's forearms hard enough to bruise and his taut stomach was smoothing across his tortured erection with every agonizing movement. Sirius was grunting above him, his teeth bared, his eyes feral, oh fuck it was hot. Harry had never seen him like this and he forced his eyes to stay open, to stay trained on Sirius' beautiful face, to watch as he lost all control.
Submission had never come easy to Harry, but he couldn't help but submit completely now in the face of such fierce passion. His body was pliant and malleable and Harry tilted his head back, baring his throat, and felt his stomach tighten as Sirius moaned.
Sharp teeth clamped onto Harry's flesh once more and warm lips closed over them and sucked. He arched up and his cock rubbed firmly against Sirius' belly just as he thrust in hard. Harry came screaming.
His orgasm ripped through him and he spread his legs wide and convulsed as his cock jerked and sputtered. Hot semen splashed between them, coating their stomachs and Harry's arse spasmed down around the burning length that was continuing to spear up into him. He'd never come so hard in his life and it wasn't stopping, it wasn't letting up, and Sirius was moaning against his neck and biting him and shoving in hard, harder and the bed was shaking and his body was writhing and it was too much, too good, too painful, too perfect, oh fuck…
Sirius howled and Harry felt him stiffen before shoving in deep. He could feel Sirius' cock pulse as he emptied himself deep inside. Sirius heart was beating rapidly against Harry's chest and he was kissing his neck, tenderly now, and groaning and they were sweaty and sticky and hot and it. Was. Perfect.
Harry closed his eyes and sighed. Soft lips touched his tenderly, almost timidly, and he looked up into Sirius' worried face.
"Are you all right?" Sirius whispered shakily.
Harry nodded and smiled, leaning up to kiss him again. Sirius sighed into his mouth and kissed him back, rubbing his bruised arms gently.
"I'm sorry," Sirius muttered against his lips. "I wonder sometimes why you're with me, is all. And the thought of you, leaving…" Sirius cleared his throat. "The thought of you with someone else, with someone younger…"
Harry kissed him again to silence him, a long slow deep kiss that made his toes curl and his lower abdomen tighten. He pulled back slowly and looked into Sirius' eyes.
"I'm yours, Sirius," Harry said softly. "I never want to be anyone else's."
Sirius slid one arm around his back and the other hand up to cup the back of his head. "Promise?" he asked with an uncertain smile.
Harry nodded and grinned. "Promise."
Thanks go out to by_starkiller for my wonderful gift fic. It is gorgeous Harry/Draco and there's omg!Rimming!!!!! Consequences. :D Check it out and let her know how good it was!!