Chasing His Cares Away

Author: LL24ever
Title: Chasing His Cares Away
Rated: NC-17
Warnings: Chan (if this bothers you please don’t read I won’t be offended), dubious consent at best, incestuous (if you consider that the adults are acting in loco parentis...in other words they are basically his parents).
Pairing: Remus/Harry/Sirius
Summary: Set in the early summer before Harry’s 4th year. Harry finds himself living with Remus Lupin and a recently freed Sirius Black. After a series of terrible nightmares Harry finds himself in the arms of his family. (AU obviously).
Disclaimer/AN: Everything you recognize belongs to the great, powerful, almighty J.K. Rowling (who still has a lot of explaining to do about book 6). The plot and the smut belong to me the not so great, rather powerless, less than almighty LL24ever. No copyright infringement was intended and no Harry Potter characters were harmed in the making of this fanfiction. I apologize for the cheesy ending. It just sort of wrote itself that way. If anyone has a suggestion for a better title then suggest away.



Sirius smiled around his lover’s cock as he opened his throat to allow the full length to slide into his mouth. A few moments later he was rewarded with a flood of hot, wet seed which he swallowed down greedily. As they basked in the after glow of hours of lovemaking Sirius turned to face his partner. “Have you noticed anything odd about Harry recently?” he asked Remus.
“Besides the dark circles under his eyes?” Remus Lupin asked, shifting from post-coital bliss to concern in the time it took for him fully to turn onto his side to study his lover’s face.
“He’s had those since I first saw him last summer on Magnolia Crescent after I escaped. I know he’s not sleeping well. You with your enhanced hearing have to hear the nightmares he’s been having. No I’m sensing something else. He is avoiding us for some reason,” Sirius said, pushing the improper thoughts he had been having about his thirteen year old godson into the back of his mind.
“Maybe he’s sensed our thoughts lately concerning him, Padfoot. I know you’re having them too. Or it could be that he really isn’t used to the affection we’ve been showing him for the last week,” Remus said. As a werewolf he could sense others’ feelings by the scent they emitted and he had been picking up conflicting emotions in Harry for a few days now, ever since Sirius had seen him stepping out of the shower not even two days after Harry had moved in with them.
Suddenly Remus heard the faint, but increasing sound of a barely concealed scream from the direction of Harry’s room. “I think he’s having another nightmare, Padfoot,” Remus said, pulling his discarded boxers on and quickening his pace to check on Harry. Sirius shuffled behind him after also pulling his rumpled boxers back on.
Remus reached Harry’s bedside first and was hit with a wave of scent, mostly fear, but underneath it all longing and love. “It’s okay, Harry, just a nightmare. All you have to do is open your eyes,” Remus said as soothingly as he could. Sirius sat on the edge of Harry’s bed, fighting not to reach out and run his hands over Harry’s lithe, little body. He could tell through the thin sheet that Harry was only wearing a worn pair of sleep pants. Sirius settled for gently running his fingers through his godson’s unruly, obsidian hair. Finally, a pair of startling vivid green eyes opened as Harry broke free of his nightmare, still shaking from whatever he had seen. Remus’s heart ached at those sleepy green eyes, so much brighter now that he and Sirius had convinced Harry to get magical contact lenses instead of the poorly mended, large framed glasses which he had been wearing. Remus steadied himself, noticing Harry’s insecurity with having both of them fussing over him again. “Why don’t we go downstairs and have some tea? It will help you sleep. I can even put a little something in it so that the nightmares won’t come back,” Remus said, thinking of the calming draught he had purchased a few weeks ago. Maybe it was the wolf in him taking over briefly, but he could clearly see in his mind a warm, sleepy, relaxed Harry laying between him and Sirius and it was nearly enough to coax a growl from deep in his throat. If the potion worked correctly it also had a slight side-effect of sensitizing the skin, which also made it an excellent aphrodisiac.
“Come on Harry, Remus makes an excellent green tea. You’ll be ready to sleep again without the nightmares in no time. While we’re waiting, you can tell us what had you so worked up that you woke up screaming,” Sirius said, reaching out his hand for Harry to take. After a few moments, Harry took his hand and the three walked down to the kitchen. Sirius sat and pulled Harry into his lap. His subconscious spilled over with inopportune thoughts as he felt each curve of his godson’s body through the thin material of Harry’s sleep pants and his own silk boxers. “What had you so worked up, Bambi?” Sirius asked, reverting to Harry’s old nickname. Indeed as he entered his teenage years, Harry did look increasingly more Bambi-like with his long limbs and sometimes awkward movements.
Remus busied himself making the tea while he watched Sirius cuddle Harry close to him. Harry’s scent had changed again from worry and apprehension into something he couldn’t quite pinpoint, although it had smelled, for a moment anyway, like lust. Almost as if sitting in his godfather’s lap was arousing Harry. Remus poured the tea into three cups and into Harry’s added five drops of the potion, a rather large dose for an undersized thirteen year old, but Remus wanted to insure that the nightmares wouldn’t plague Harry for one night at least. His inner wolf chuckled and added that Remus just wanted to be able to do unspeakably naughty things to the boy while he was lying nearly asleep in the big bed upstairs, but Remus pushed those thoughts, however true, to the back of his mind while he served the tea.
“I don’t want to talk about the nightmares,” Harry said, suddenly. “I just want to sit here for awhile with you guys,” he added, taking a few small sips of his tea. Remus nearly dropped his cup as Harry’s scent immediately came to his attention from where he stood, just behind Sirius and Harry. He picked up contentment and yes . . . there was a hint of arousal and attraction. So Harry hadn’t been angry at Sirius for walking in on him, the poor boy had been confused by his reaction. Most likely he had felt his first taste of lust wash through him and didn’t know what to do about it.
“It’s okay Harry, that’s more than okay,” Sirius said, tracing his hand absentmindedly up and down Harry’s bare back, making the boy shiver every time Sirius hit a certain spot on his spine. Remus had to swallow a moan when he looked down and saw the sleep pants were already growing tighter at Harry’s crotch and that small wet drops had soaked through the material. Remus nudged Sirius’s arm and smiled when Padfoot looked down at the proof of Harry’s growing arousal from the very slight touches Sirius was bestowing on the boy. Harry looked down and tensed when he saw that he was starting to get hard again from the way his godfather was touching him. He started to get up from Sirius’s lap but the arms around him tightened just a bit. “It’s okay Bambi. It happens to everyone,” Sirius said, moving his hips just so to push his own erection gently against Harry’s arse.
Remus noticed that Harry had tensed at Sirius’s actions so he put his hand on Sirius’s shoulder to restrain his lover. “Sirius is right, Harry, it’s natural for it to happen, despite what anyone might have told you to the contrary,” Remus said soothingly, pushing the wolf back, for now anyway.
“But . . . you mean it’s okay to love another man that way?” Harry asked, settling into Sirius’s embrace as the potion started to work, relaxing his body.
Sirius bit back a moan as he felt Harry’s weight shift. He didn’t want to scare his godson by showing him exactly how turned on he was by the mere idea of teaching the boy everything he needed to know about sex. Sirius had always known he liked younger boys. In school he and Remus had always looked very carefully at each new batch of first years and had even brought one of them into their bed in their seventh year. Age wasn’t as big a factor in the Wizarding world, even between adults and teenagers. Thirteen was still the technical age of consent in pureblood households since the need for more purebloods often overruled the laws the ministry tried to propagate, such as raising the age of consent to fifteen. “Wizards don’t follow the same rules as Muggles, Harry, love is love and very few people are so narrow minded that they try to regulate whom you can find attractive. Age and gender aren’t barriers to us,” Sirius explained, resuming his gentle exploration of Harry’s smooth skin, letting one hand move to Harry’s stomach. It was flat and taunt from two years of Quidditch and the skin was baby soft and velvety, with only a thin line of hair running from navel into the worn cotton pants.
Harry let his head fall back onto Sirius’s shoulder, quietly letting out the breath he had been holding in what, to Remus, sounded like a very soft moan. “I didn’t feel like this about anyone until I came to live with you. At the Dursleys they always said that sex was wrong and dirty . . . and at school I would just ignore it when I got hard after Quidditch practises,” Harry said, almost surprised that he was telling Remus and Sirius more about what he was thinking in the last few minutes than he had the entire week he had been living here.
“It’s not wrong to touch yourself, Harry, it just means that you’re growing up. If you don’t let yourself know what feels good you won’t be able to let your partner know when you find someone,” Remus said, letting his hand rest on the back of Harry’s neck, gently so he didn’t startle the boy anymore. He could see that Harry’s arousal was growing as Sirius continued to brush one hand up and down the boy’s spine and the other traced lazy circles on Harry’s stomach and chest, occasionally brushing against a dark nipple almost accidentally on purpose. “If you want to you can try now and see how it makes you feel,” Remus said.
“You . . . want to watch?” Harry asked, feeling his heartbeat thumping in his chest.
“You’re such a handsome young man, and it would be a shame to hide that from us, wouldn’t it Padfoot? Besides, we can teach you,” Remus said, letting the wolf surface at last, tired of pushing it away. A sneaky smile played on his lips as he waited for the game to begin. He could smell Harry’s indecision through the haze of lustful thoughts that were now clouding the young brain.
“Or if you don’t want to experiment in the kitchen we could go back upstairs and you could share with us tonight, Bambi. We would love to teach you whatever you think you are ready to learn,” Sirius said, playing on Harry’s Gryffindor spirit. Sirius knew that neither he nor Remus would force Harry to do anything and would stop anytime he wanted them to. However, Sirius also knew that no respectable Gryffindor passed up a challenge, so he chose his words carefully to lay the bait.
“I want to learn, but are you sure it’s okay? I mean it seems strange . . . that you’d want me like that when you have each other. I can hear you sometimes at night. You sound so . . . alive somehow with all the noises that I hear,” Harry said.
“We want to show you what’s it’s like to feel love, in all its forms. So you liked listening to us Harry?” Sirius asked, whispering into his godson’s ear, feeling the warmth radiating from Harry’s cheek.
“I wanted to hear more, I wasn’t sure exactly what you were doing to make those noises since all I know about sex is what happens between a man and a woman and that was from school when I was ten. They didn’t tell us much either, just that sex was for making babies and that you had to be married,” Harry said.
“Muggles are strict about sex. They don’t like to tell people what they really need to know. My dad taught me the same way we’ll teach you. By showing you what it’s like,” Sirius said, now purposely letting his fingertip circle Harry’s nipple, watching it turn into a little nub with just a few strokes.
Harry closed his eyes and his breath hitched, letting another moan free from the back of his throat. Remus noticed that he had finished his entire cup of tea and the potion seemed to be working already, allowing each caress to further entice the fey creature in Sirius’s lap. “I think we should go back upstairs,” Remus said, levitating the cups to the sink.
Sirius wrapped one arm around Harry’s back and the other under his knees and stood, lifting his godson into his arms to carry him upstairs. He could sense Harry’s protest at being carried and before the boy could say anything Sirius had covered Harry’s mouth with his own, gently stroking against the soft pink lips for a moment. “Remus, he tastes as sweet as he looks,” Sirius said.
Remus bent down and gave Harry a kiss, and tasted innocent sweetness. Remus moved his tongue gently against Harry’s lips and groaned as they parted slowly to let him taste more. “Very good Harry, Padfoot is right you are sweet, “ Remus said, taking one more quick taste before allowing Sirius to walk up the stairs to the master bedroom.
Sirius walked into the large room he and Remus shared and gently set Harry on the bed. Harry scrambled up towards the pillows as well as he could with the potion in his system, his movements slightly sluggish. Remus watched the scene from the doorway. “What do you want to learn first?” Sirius asked, his hands again roaming over Harry’s chest as the boy got comfortable on the bed.
“Would you kiss me again? Both you and Remus, I mean,” Harry said, noticing Remus watching from the doorway.
“You heard him Moony,” Sirius said, laying down so he could turn to face Harry more easily. Sirius leaned in closer and let his lips connect with Harry’s. This time Sirius let his tongue push against Harry’s lips, roughly opening them to explore the recesses of Harry’s mouth. As he kissed the young man, Sirius moved his hands from their relatively neutral place on Harry’s stomach and slowly let one hand drift over the boy’s sleep pants to the still growing erection that was trapped inside. Gently Sirius traced his hand over the length of the hardness he felt there, wanting to release it from the prison of clothing but holding back. He felt Harry moan into his mouth and also felt just the slightest twitch of the boy’s hips that let Sirius know that Harry was okay with this still.
Remus sat on the other side of the bed, unable to stop himself from running his hand over his own cock as he watched Sirius stroking Harry to full hardness. Remus let a low growl escape the back of his throat as he could smell Harry’s excitement, not only in emotions, but in the musky salty scent that signalled that he would be ready for release soon.
Harry broke the kiss, needing air. He watched Sirius’s hand as it moved over him, making him feel like squirming to get comfortable. Harry turned and saw that Remus was touching himself, and felt his face flush. “Your turn to kiss me Remus,” Harry said, moving towards Sirius’s hand so that his godfather wouldn’t stop what he was doing.
“So you like that then Bambi?” Sirius asked, increasing the pressure he was using on Harry’s cock, now reaching down let his fingers brush across the small ball sac, rolling it gently between his fingers.
Remus turned Harry’s head towards him and covered his lips in a possessive kiss. Remus’s teeth worried Harry’s lower lip and his tongue roughly fucked the boy’s throat the way that he longed to do to the little body next to him by the end of the night. Remus also put his hand over Harry’s erection and set to pulling it at an ever increasing pace while Sirius played with the boy’s balls to stave off his orgasm, for now anyway. “Doesn’t that feel good Harry?” Remus whispered in the boy’s ear.
“Yes . . . Merlin . . . yes,” Harry answered, surprised that he was so comfortable with his two godfathers teaching him about sex by touching him. He only really knew that he didn’t want them to stop yet. “What should I learn next?” Harry asked.
“My he’s getting to be an eager student Moony. Maybe you should show him what it’s like to really have someone touch you. I know you want to taste him,” Sirius said, his fingers untying the string on Harry’s sleep pants. He then let his lips trail down Harry’s neck and onto one of the dark nipples he was playing with earlier, laving it now with his tongue in a combination of long gentle strokes and short teasing motions, loving the sound of Harry’s whimpers and moans.
“Ready Harry. Your first orgasm releases some pretty powerful sex magic,” Remus said, sliding his hand into the thin cotton pants and pulling Harry’s cock free from the material. With his other hand Remus pulled the sleep pants down Harry’s body and threw them to the floor. “Just beautiful,” Remus said, his eyes roaming every inch of exposed little boy flesh. Remus started to build a rhythm of stroking Harry’s cock and squeezing his balls to prolong the experience, although he had no doubt that Harry would be hard again in no time. Remus finally joined Padfoot in letting his mouth explore the plains of Harry’s soft skin, starting at the other dark nipple, he sucked and bit it into a hard nub before moving down to taste the salty skin of the boy’s stomach and then moved further down, his sensitive noise attracted to the promise of musky sweetness and a fresh cock to suckle.
As Remus’s mouth closed over him Harry moaned loudly, his hips twitching as he felt Remus’s breath on the small hairs surrounding his penis. “Is it supposed to feel like this?” Harry asked Sirius.
“Yes, very much so, Remus is very good at that. He’s right you know about the sex magic. You’ll be giving us a fireworks show when you hit your release. I made my bedroom door explode when my dad showed me what to do,” Sirius said.
Remus hummed around the hot shaft in his mouth, sucking it down all the way to the base and then using his tongue to overstimulate the slit. He could taste the precum dripping steadily and increased his suction, waiting to feel Harry’s balls, still in his hand, start to tighten. A few minutes later he heard the lovely noises Harry was making and felt the little boy hips jerk upwards as Harry’s balls spasmed in Remus’s hand and soon Remus and Sirius were watching Harry, flushed with arousal and heat as the boy moved around on the bed begging for them to touch him. Sirius let his hand roam down underneath Harry’s body and let his finger slide along the cleft of Harry’s arse, finding just the right spot to press on that would increase Harry’s need for release. Part of the game they loved so much was to hear their younger partner beg so sweetly. Harry was obliging without even being told. Sirius pressed his finger gently inside the small ring of muscle and started to softly loosen it, knowing how good it felt. Remus on the other hand, was busy swallowing as he felt the precum increase and after a few moments of Sirius fingering him he knew Harry would be spurting his first orgasm. Remus intended to swallow every last drop of pure innocence. “Come on Bambi,” Remus whispered around Harry’s cock, and was rewarded when Harry threw his head back and the cock in Remus’s throat started to shoot hot, salty cum. The windows in the room rattled from the force of the sex magic and Remus could feel it working in him as he swallowed. Then the room went pitch black and just as quickly blazed into multi-coloured light from rows of tiny candles which hadn’t been present before. Remus finished sucking every drop of cum from Harry’s softening prick before releasing the organ with a soft pop and leaning up to kiss the boy that he had finally gotten to despoil. “The candles were a nice touch, Harry, are you alright?” Remus asked, noticing that Harry was breathing hard and his hands were shaking where they were wrapped in Sirius’s hair.
“Is it like that every time?” Harry asked, feeling himself start to get hard again right away.
“Not always that explosive, but yes it feels pretty much the same every time,” Sirius said, slowly slipping his finger the rest of the way inside of the ring of muscles, moving it gently to try to stroke Harry’s prostate.
Harry moaned, unable to voice the question of what Sirius was doing with his finger. Like everything else it felt good, and Harry relaxed, moving into the touch. His eyes drifted closed for a moment, content with feeling two sets of hands roaming his skin. As soon as he felt the first sharp throbbing sensation he opened his eyes “What . . . what was that?” Harry asked.
“That my boy, was your prostate. It’s a gland that feels good when it’s touched. It’s easier to hit during sex but you aren’t ready for me to put my cock up here yet. I don’t want to hurt you anymore than I will just because it would be your first time,” Sirius said, brushing Harry’s prostate again.
“Is that the next lesson?” Harry asked. He might as well finish what had been started. Harry was curious anyway as to what it felt like and he knew Remus and Sirius would enjoy it. Both of his godfather’s had taken their boxers off sometime during their lesson and both men were still hard. Harry reached down and gently touched Sirius’s cock, running his small smooth hand over the tip and smiling when he heard his godfather’s moan. “I want you to teach me everything,” Harry said, moving his legs further apart since it seemed to give Sirius more room.
“You are an eager student. I think I’ll let Padfoot be the first one to get to cum inside you. Then while I play with you Sirius can have a taste of your cock,” Remus said, rolling Harry onto his side to give Sirius better access. Remus also helped by reaching into the night stand for the lube and handing it to Sirius.
“Are you sure Harry. I don’t want to pressure you into anything,” Sirius said, already coating his fingers with the lubricant.
“It feels good, and I’m curious what it feels like. I might not decide to do it again but I’m a Gryffindor, I’ll try anything at least once,” Harry said, pressing his arse back onto Sirius’s hand.
“Okay, take a deep breath Bambi,” Sirius said, pushing one finger back inside Harry and finding the edge of his prostate while his second finger slowly slipped inside. Sirius was surprised that Harry didn’t make any noise as he started to stretch his godson, taking his time to make sure there was enough lubrication. “You’re so handsome Bambi, beautiful even. All I could think about after seeing you in the shower was how much I wanted to eat you up,” Sirius said, as he removed his fingers from Harry’s arse and quickly slipped his cock inside, opting for the slightly more painful quick method. Sirius wasn’t sure he could stop himself from coming just from finally touching the soft, velvety, heat of Harry’s arse. “Oh Merlin, you’re so tight and perfect,” Sirius said, distracting Harry from his pain.
Remus smelled a moment of fear when Sirius pushed his way inside. So, Moony kissed Harry deeply and took one of the boy’s small hands and wrapped it firmly around his large cock. “It’s alright if you want to touch, I want you to get me ready for when it’s my turn to fill you with my seed,” Remus said, kissing the boy’s bright pink lips, flushed and swollen from the earlier kisses. He felt Harry moan loudly and it made the wolf in him let out a low growl.
Harry only cried out once as he felt something push deep inside him. Then he was busy with Remus’s lips on his and trying to figure out how to stroke Remus’s cock. Harry felt his own cock throb and pressed back onto Sirius. Both men were panting his name and moaning and Harry joined in, calling for both of his godfathers as he felt something hot and wet shoot into him.
Sirius couldn’t help it when he heard his godson call out for him and Moony so wantonly he shot his load deep inside his godson, feeling the boy’s hips press as tightly into him as possible. “God Moony you’ll love him, he’s so tight he milks the orgasm from you,” Sirius said, switching places with Remus and gently kissing the boy’s neck, noticing the love bites Moony had already left. Sirius added a couple of his own as Harry reached out and grasped his softened cock, tracing circles around it with his thumb.
Remus smelled his lover’s seed as it ran from between little boy arse cheeks. Remus dipped his head and lapped at the cum and then let his tongue slide into Harry’s hole to suck the rest of the seed out before he added his own, being the last claim on the boy. The wolf was restless to claim and Remus pushed inside even faster than Sirius had, drawing a low shout from the boy. “Moony thinks you belong to him Harry and he wanted to claim you,” Remus said, brushing his hands up and down the boy’s chest soothingly. He heard Harry gasp as Sirius took Harry’s renewed erection into his mouth and for a few minutes there was no sound other than the slap of skin against skin and the slightly wet suction noise of Sirius milking another orgasm out of Harry’s cock.
Harry stiffened as he felt himself shake again, the candles from his first orgasm flaring back to life with one more, smaller burst of sex magic. He called out for Sirius and Remus and felt Sirius’s teeth nibble at the tip of his cock while Remus pushed into him almost too hard and howled as he came in a torrent of wet sticky heat. “Please Sirius I want you to be able to swallow me, it hurts, it’s so hard for you and Remus,” Harry begged.
Sirius groaned and sucked Harry’s orgasm out, swallowing the rush of cum that finally flowed out. Harry collapsed back slightly, clearly worn out from the activity and the potion in the tea. Remus pulled out of him and kissed the boy gently as Sirius conjured a bowl of warm water and quickly washed Harry free of sweat and come so he could rest more comfortably. Sirius looked down as he settled the sheet over his godson and saw the sleepy eyes close. Smiling he kissed Remus and smiled. They had gotten their wish and were able to teach Harry what love was like, at least this form of love.
Harry smiled in his sleep. He was safe and he knew that someone loved him even if it was unconventional.