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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Sirius_Black/Remus_Lupin/Harry_Potter
  Collections:
      Daily_Deviant
  Stats:
      Published: 2007-09-05 Words: 2272
****** Learning His Lesson ******
by Alisanne
Summary
     Harry finally gets the lessons he needs and deserves.
Notes
     Written for 'Please your mods' month at Daily Deviant in September
     2007.
     Warnings: Graphic sex, anal, oral, bestiality, bondage, chan,
     spanking, AU.
     Kinks chosen: bondage, bestiality, public sex, spanking, oral sex,
     chan and (semi) sounding.
     Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is
     being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment
     purposes only.
     Author's notes: Thanks to Sevfan for looking this over for me, and to
     the girls in slashchat for staying up with me to write. *adores*
~
Learning His Lesson
~
Harry ducked his head and fidgeted as Mad-Eye continued scolding him. “Don’t
you understand that it’s dangerous out there for you, Potter?” he hissed.
“You’re sixteen now! Have we not warned you that the Death Eaters are looking
for you at every turn? How many times must I say it? Constant vigilance!”
He turned towards Sirius who had been watching and said, “I’m relying on you to
do whatever it takes to keep him busy and occupied so that he doesn’t make any
more of these unauthorized trips. It took us an hour to find him!”
Sirius nodded, slanting a quick look at Harry’s down-turned face. “I’ll take
care if it, Moody, you can count on me. Harry will be kept safely inside.”
With a snort, Mad-Eye turned away. “See that he is,” he growled before opening
the door and stomping outside. The heavy doors clanged shut after him.
“What were you thinking?” Sirius asked. “That was a bloody stupid stunt to pull
--”
“Yes, I know that now,” Harry said, interrupting. “You think I don’t realize
that? It’s just... I have nothing to do here, no one else is here... well, you
and Remus are, but you have each other and I have no one and...”
“Harry...”
Harry bit his lip, mentally berating himself for having let too much slip.
“Sorry,” he muttered. Sirius remained silent, and after a moment, Harry sighed
and started up the stairs.
“And just where do you think you’re going?” Sirius asked softly.
Harry froze. “To my room,” he said, meeting Sirius’ gaze with no small amount
of confusion.
Sirius shook his head. “Oh no. You have to be punished, Harry, or you’ll never
learn your lesson. Remus and I shall have to discuss what form your punishment
should take, and we’ll have to come up with something to reinforce our
authority. I think between the two of us we should be able to think of some
sufficiently diverting activity so that you don’t want to run away again.”
Harry blinked, a sudden frisson of apprehension running through him at the
intent look Sirius was directing towards him. Surely he didn’t know...
“Go to the library and wait for us there,” Sirius instructed firmly, and after
a hesitant nod, Harry obeyed him.
When the door closed, Sirius smirked. It was time to call Remus.
~
Pacing was not proving to be distracting enough, Harry decided. He’d already
tried reading, but books on the theory of magic were not enough to silence that
little voice at the back of his head that told him he’d really fucked up this
time.
He’d just picked up a statue from one of the side tables when the door opened
and he swung around guiltily.
Sirius swept in, looking more casual than Harry had seen him in a long time. He
was clad only in a dressing gown that was loosely belted about his waist, and
it gaped open in the front showing off his tattoos.
Remus walked in behind Sirius, and even he was casually dressed in only a shirt
and brown trousers. He left the door ajar, Harry noted before Sirius spoke to
him, distracting him.
“Come, Harry, we need to talk,” he said.
Harry blinked. This hadn’t been what he expected at all. He’s had visions of
having to wash dishes all evening or something, not a talk. He relaxed
slightly.
“We have discussed it, and we agree that what you need is some old-fashioned
discipline,” Sirius continued. “A part of love is proper punishment, and we’ve
been neglectful of that, so we’re sorry, Harry, and it shan’t happen again.”
Harry opened his mouth to speak, but Remus raised a hand. “Just listen for now.
Don’t say anything until we tell you to speak,” he said, and Harry nodded,
closing his mouth.
“You do know that we both love you very much, right?” Sirius asked.
Harry smiled at him. Yes, he knew that.
“Good,” Remus said. “That will make this easier. Now you said something to
Sirius earlier that implied that you are interested in our relationship. Is
that true? You may speak.”
Harry sighed. “I know you’re together, if that’s what you mean,” he said. “I
just... it gets lonely when you two are... off doing whatever, and I just
wanted to do something, you know? I’m so sorry. I won’t run off again, I
promise.”
Remus smiled, exchanging a look with Sirius. “We understand, Harry. Now, we can
make it less lonely here for you, but you are to do everything we say,
understood?” At Harry’s nod he said, “Come here.”
Harry walked towards him, stopping when he got to within a few feet of Remus.
“Did I tell you to stop?” Remus asked, and Harry’s eyes widened before he
stepped even closer. Remus’ hand shot out and grabbed Harry’s neck dragging him
flush against his body. “Discipline,” he murmured softly in Harry’s ear,
“involves obedience. Next time I tell you to do something, you do it until I
tell you to stop. Clear?”
“Yes,” Harry choked out. He gasped as another set of familiar hands slid over
his back and gripped his hips.
“Did we say you could speak?” Sirius asked, his breath stirring the hairs at
the nape of Harry’s neck. “You really do need to be punished.”
Harry bit his lip as his arms were dragged behind him and something soft but
strong was wrapped around them, restraining them. He pulled experimentally but
they didn’t budge. When a hand wormed its way underneath his robes to stroke
and tweak his nipple, he gasped, but didn’t say anything, even when his clothes
slid off him and into a pool on the floor. His eyes did slide towards the
slightly open door, however.
Sirius, noticing his glance, smirked. “It stays open so that anyone who happens
by will be able to see you getting punished, Harry. Perhaps next time you’ll
think before you disobey us.”
“Kneel,” Remus commanded, and Harry did, stumbling a bit as he tried not to
fall on his face. Kneeling without his hands for balance was tough, he
discovered.
“Now, Harry,” Remus said, his fingers sliding gently through his unruly hair.
“Sometimes our bodies react while we’re being punished. That’s not a shameful
thing, it’s just nature. We can’t allow you to derive too much pleasure
initially, however, as this is supposed to be a deterrent, so we’re going to
take steps to prevent that. Just relax.”
Harry groaned as a warm hand grasped his cock and gave it a couple of pulls. He
was still semi-soft, but he imagined he wouldn’t stay that way for long if they
kept fondling him like that.
“Spread your legs, Harry,” Sirius instructed, and Harry did so, his mouth
falling open as he took big breaths. He got harder and Sirius encouraged him,
telling him how amazing he looked and how much he loved him.
When Harry was fully hard and rocking back and forth into the channel Sirius’
hand had formed around his prick, Sirius pulled his hand away, and before Harry
could let out a squeak of protest, something cool was being snapped into place,
separating his balls and choking his erect cock at the root. The thing was
moving, Harry could feel it, and when a tiny edge of something tickled his
slit, worming its way just inside his urethra, he flinched.
“There,” Sirius said in satisfaction. “That should keep the lesson from ending
too... prematurely.”
Harry whined in his throat and Remus put a finger beneath his chin, turning his
face upwards. “You have to be punished, Harry,” he said, eyes gentle but firm.
“It’s only right. Now, bend over and count them out.”
When he bent down, Harry got a good look at what was on his cock, and his eyes
grew big. A metal ring with decorative snakes was around him, and one of the
snakes had slid along his cock and had its tongue just inside him. He met its
tiny, jewelled eyes and he would have sworn it winked just before wriggling its
tongue.
The flat of Sirius hand llanded squarely on his arse cheek and Harry flinched
and gasped out, “One!” more surprised than hurt. As the swats progressed,
however, his flesh heated up and he began to squirm as his skin started to
burn. His cock grew even harder under the ministrations of the animated cock
ring and the continuing slaps.
“Ten,” he finally cried, a tear working its way from the corner of his eye
because of the smarting of the blows and the tickling of the snake.
“Up,” Remus commanded, and when Harry straightened up, panting, he was
confronted by Remus’ prick, edging its way out of his now open trousers. “Suck
it.”
It took no effort to lean forward and lick the crown of Remus’ cock. Remus’
resultant moan made Harry smile and apply himself with vigour to the task.
Soon he was sucking enthusiastically, working his tongue around Remus’ slit as
he moved his mouth up and down.
Remus was producing breathy moans and words of encouragement, his thumb
brushing the corner of Harry’s lips as he slid in and out of his mouth with
shallow thrusts.
“Good...” he whispered. “You’re a natural at this, aren’t you? Harder...
Ohgodsyes...”
Harry had almost forgotten about Sirius, that is until a wet tongue swiped his
still reddened arse cheek, making him jump.
“Concentrate,” Remus instructed. “And relax and enjoy. Padfoot likes to do
that.”
Harry almost choked, and it was only Remus’ hand on his head that kept him from
pulling off to look. Padfoot?
An almost prehensile tongue was worming its way in between his cheeks and
stabbing into his hole, and Harry groaned as it stimulated that most sensitive
of nerve bundles.
That groan vibrating around his cock was all it took for Remus to come pulsing
down Harry’s throat. Harry tried to swallow the thick seed, but it became too
much and was soon cascading down his chin.
When Remus had spurted his last and recovered his breath, he knelt down and
gathered Harry into his arms, kissing his own come from Harry’s lips and face,
murmuring endearments all the while.
Padfoot whined and Remus smiled, sliding his hands over Harry’s flanks...
Harry screamed and writhed in Remus’ arms as Padfoot’s tongue, aided by Remus’
hands that held his cheeks apart, ate him out.
“Please... oh gods... please,” he begged, rubbing his still hard and bound cock
against Remus’ leg in a vain attempt to orgasm.
He was too far gone to notice when the tongue licking him into oblivion
changed, and it was only when two pairs of human hands were holding him that he
realized that Sirius was back, his dressing gown off, and his cock sliding back
and forth in the channel created by Harry’s arse cheeks.
“Harry, you won’t run off again, will you?” Sirius whispered, and Harry
frantically shook his head ‘no’.
He could feel the curve of Sirius’ smile against his shoulder as she said,
“Well, I’m going to just make sure of that, yeah?”
Two slicked fingers slid into his loosened hole, and Harry moaned and twisted
as Sirius hurriedly prepared him, all the while clutching at Remus who was
nuzzling and kissing him.
Sirius lined himself up and sank into Harry in one push, making Harry keen. He
waited for a moment before beginning to thrust in and pull out, clenching his
teeth as Harry’s muscles clung to him.
“Shhh,” Remus was whispering against Harry’s lips. “Let him take you. It’s so
good, isn't it? He feels so big inside you. Maybe next time we can both fuck
you. Would you like that?”
Harry arched and shuddered, his convulsing walls making Sirius howl and come,
thrusting deep into Harry even as his orgasm made white spots explode behind
his eyes.
When he regained his faculties and pulled out, Harry was a mewling mess,
gasping and writhing in Remus’ arms, Sirius’ come running out of his hole.
Sirius had never seen a more alluring sight.
Remus met his gaze and smiled. “Harry,” he whispered. “You want to come now?”
At Harry’s frantic nod, he pulled him closer. “You promise not to run off
again?”
Harry shook his head.
Smiling triumphantly, Remus rolled Harry onto his back and whispered a spell to
release his bonds and stop the animated cock ring’s action. The magical end of
the cock ring immediately slipped out of Harry’s slit and Remus slid his own
mouth over the tip, sucking strongly.
Harry screamed, his hands tugging at Remus’ hair as he pushed his cock deeply
into his mouth. Remus took it easily, humming around the length, and when
Sirius finally removed the ring, Harry’s eyes snapped open and his back arched
so hard it looked as if he would snap in two. He bucked once, twice, four times
before his essence poured down Remus’ throat and he lost consciousness.
~
“...and so Greyback is now in custody,” Mad-Eye reported. “Otherwise, things
have been quiet, especially now that Potter here has decided not to go on any
more surprise jaunts.”
Harry slumped a little in his seat, and Remus patted him on the back in
sympathy.
“Harry now knows the importance of listening to his elders,” Sirius said. “I’m
sure he’ll give us no more trouble. He’s learned his lesson.”
Mad-Eye snorted, then peered into Harry’s face closely, his roving eye rolling
about disquietingly. “Is he right?” he asked. “Have you learned your lesson?”
Harry smiled brightly. “Oh yes, sir,” he said. “I always do what my elders
say.”
~
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