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Sirius leaned against the post that supported one of the high Quidditch stands. He was watching his godson practise with a few members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. It wasn't an official practise, but the final match against Slytherin was approaching and Harry had confessed he was feeling nervous. So he and two of the chasers were out today, zooming around the field, nearly blurs to Sirius' watching eyes.

Sirius didn't need to be here, but he felt like he wanted to make up for lost time in Harry's life. Even though he had been appointed Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher at the beginning of Harry's sixth year, he really didn't get to spend as much time as he wanted with the boy. It was all still a bit new to him, walking around in the streets a free man; it hadn't even been a year since Peter Pettigrew had been captured and he had been pardoned. Dumbledore had wasted no time in offering Sirius the DADA post, and Sirius had accepted without reservation. Not only would he be able to be a part of Harry's life at last, but Remus Lupin had also accepted the post of Care of Magical Creatures professor. In the year he had spent with Remus before his pardon, the two men had resumed their relationship, begun when they were in school together. The intervening years had changed them both, but a few weeks alone together had soon convinced them that there was indeed such a thing as soulmates, and they had never looked back. Every day they had together erased some more of the missing years, and they had never been happier. Every spare moment was spent catching up, usually in bed or any surface that would support them.

So it was no surprise that the soft footfalls Sirius heard were his mate approaching. He turned and smiled warmly. "Hello, Remus. Just watching Harry practise."

Remus smiled, coming to stand next to his lover, leaning his head against the taller man. "I know, it's fine. I felt like some fresh air myself."

Sirius narrowed his eyes as he watched the boy catch the snitch almost effortlessly. "Harry's amazing on that broom," he said admiringly. "Even better than James."

Remus nodded, and both men waved at the teen as he flew a victory lap, laughing happily. "He is growing up nicely," Remus added, and something in the innocent tone made Sirius look down at him.

"Just what are you saying, Moony?" he asked teasingly.

"Nothing, nothing at all," laughed Remus.

"Why don't I believe you?" smirked Sirius, pulling the other man closer and nuzzling his neck.

"What? I'm not supposed to notice that your godson is hot?"

"Remus!" said Sirius, pretending to be shocked. Then he looked up at the boy again, and said, "Now that you mention it..."

"Padfoot!" now it was Remus' turn to pretend affront. "Shame on you! He's your godson!"

"I know, but I'm not *dead*," Sirius laughed. Sirius and Remus were completely faithful to each other, but that didn't keep them from discussing sexy men from time to time, and that did include the older students. Not that either of them would do anything about it, but they had fun talking. "And you're the one that brought it up."

"True," nodded Remus. "And... no sign of a girlfriend yet?"

Sirius laughed. "No. I was chatting to him the other day, and I'd say there's a strong possibility that he takes after his godfather in a few ways."

"Oh, really?" Remus said with raised eyebrows. "Fascinating." They watched in silence for a few moments. Then Remus said, "Anyone he fancies, you think?"

"I have a suspicion, actually..." Sirius said carefully.

Remus was about to question him further when three green-clad forms streaked onto the field. "Slytherins!"

Sirius scowled. "They're not meant to be here till later," he commented, watching as the unmistakable blond-haired form of Draco Malfoy slid to a halt in front of Harry and they obviously had words. He sighed as the two sixth-years flew toward him; as the only faculty members present, Sirius and Remus would have to arbitrate.

Harry was annoyed, Draco was carefully innocent; he had mistaken the time, he was so sorry, there was only the six of them, couldn't they share the pitch? Harry protested, saying that the Slytherins were there to spy.

Sirius finally stopped them, and seeing as the Slytherins were only twenty minutes early, he told them to share the field until the Gryffindors were finished. But if there were any scuffles at all, the Slytherins would have to wait on the ground. Harry scowled at Draco as the blond boy mounted his broom and flew off to tell his teammates.

"But Sirius..."

Sirius cut him off. "You can't expect me to favor our house, Harry. I'm sorry, that was a fair decision."

Harry sighed heavily but neither man missed the looks that Harry kept throwing at the blond seeker. The boy flew off and practise resumed, warily.

Both men watched in silence for a moment before Remus spoke speculatively. "A Slytherin? Oh, Harry..."

Sirius laughed. "I'm not imagining it, then, am I?"

"No," agreed Remus, then sighed. "The boy does have good taste, though. Talk about growing up nicely. Malfoy is gorgeous."

Sirius nodded. "Just like his father at that age. In many ways, I'd say. And that mouth..." Sirius smirked, thinking of Draco's pouty lips, "was just *made* to suck cock," he added.

"Sirius!" Remus exclaimed in mild shock.

"What?" Sirius replied, all innocence. "They're sixteen. We started when we were fifteen."

"You're right," Remus had to admit.

"Just look at those toned Quidditch bodies," Sirius mused, looking up at Harry and Draco circling each other. He pulled Remus closer, fitting the smaller man in front of him, holding him close.

"Mmm," said Remus, pushing back against his lover's body, feeling Sirius' arousal already and responding to it. Then he smiled evilly. "Better yet. Imagine those two *together*."

"Fuck," murmured Sirius, pulling Remus even tighter against him. "And you call me a pervert. Now I can't think of anything else."

Smiling, Remus rocked his ass against Sirius' arousal, making them both moan. "Imagine them kissing for the first time..." Remus said.

Sirius whimpered, grinding his cock against Remus harder, and said, "No. Imagine them in the shower room, later, naked and... Draco pushing Harry against the wall, pressing their slick naked bodies together..."

"You're evil," breathed Remus, his own cock aching. He loved it when Sirius talked dirty to him.

"Yes, I am," agreed Sirius, reaching around and sliding a hand under Remus' robes.

"Sirius!" squeaked Remus, his voice deepening to a moan as his lover found the hard line of his arousal. "We're in public!"

"I know," he whispered in his ear. "But no one is paying any attention to us down here." He pulled Remus a step back, into the shadows, and pulled up the back of his lover's robes. He unfastened the trousers and let them drop so that Remus' ass was exposed to him. Remus moaned but didn't protest. Sirius arranged the other man's robes so that he was covered from the front, and unfastened his own trousers so that his arousal was freed. Now they were skin to skin, and Sirius lined his cock up with Remus' cleft and thrust as he slipped his hand back around his lover's front. He wrapped his hand around his Remus' hard length as he leaned forward to murmur, "Any objections?"

Remus shook his head quickly, and panted, "Keep talking."

Sirius laughed, low and deep, and stroked Remus firmly. He thrust, getting his own friction from Remus' skin, rubbing rhythmically. "Oh yes," he moaned. "They're arguing, and Draco just snaps, and pushes Harry against the wall, intending to hit him, but he stumbles, and their wet bodies are pressed together suddenly, completely, and they realise at the same time they're getting hard. They stare into each other's eyes, and they're kissing, hot and hard and clumsy, but it's so good." Sirius started to moan now, his voice dropping lower as he stroked Remus.

The werewolf just leaned back against Sirius, mouth falling open as he pictured the scene.

Sirius went on, thrusting and stroking just a bit faster. "They pull back and stare at each other for a long second, and Harry starts to say something, and Draco tells him to shut up, and he falls to his knees in front of Harry."

Remus whimpered then, saying, "Oh god, yes..."

Caught up in the fantasy, Sirius went on, his voice rough with desire. "Finally, Draco puts that insolent little mouth to good use, and he wraps those sinful lips around Harry's hard cock and goes at it, like the good little cocksucker he is..." Sirius felt Remus' breath hitch at that, and he knew he was close, too. The danger of getting caught and the impropriety of the fantasy he was weaving was too good, too perfect to stop now. "Draco swallows every drop as Harry screams his name... then he stands up, still hard as a rock, and spins Harry up against the wall, face first... grabs a handful of slippery soap and lubes up, sliding into Harry's tight little ass..." Sirius had to pause for a second to get control over his voice, his own words creating a much too vivid picture. Remus trembled under his hand, panting and begging him not to stop. "Harry's already hard again as Draco starts to pound into him, they're just teenagers you know... They're both screaming now, and Harry's braced against the wall so Draco reaches around to pump him and they're coming, and Harry's so tight that Draco thinks he's going to die..."

Remus gave a quiet gasp and he was coming; Sirius felt the wet heat on his hand and he gave in as well, letting the friction of Remus' cleft take him over the edge as well.

They rode out their climaxes as quietly as they could, Sirius burying his face in Remus' soft hair and Remus leaning back against him. After a moment, Remus turned to Sirius and said, "You're terrible, you know that?"

Sirius laughed, muttering a quick cleaning spell and fastening his trousers. "But you love me anyway."

Remus finished rearranging his clothes, and sighed. "Yes, of course, but I've got Malfoy for detention in the morning. How will I keep a straight face?"

Sirius' howls of laughter echoed throughout the Quidditch pitch.