A/N: Well this is fucking awkward.

I know that most of you people who are subscribed don't even remember this fic anymore because it's been so long and I've had it on the back burner.

Sorry for that. Truly. I really like this chapter though, and I think you will too – even if you DO have to re-read the last ones just to remember what's going on.

Enjoy!

Much to Harry's relief, when they arrived at the beach not everyone was naked. In fact, most of the people who chose to go nude weren't even attractive. Harry didn't fault them for this, of course – but he did get some relief out of knowing that if Sirius did decide to let it all hang out, all Harry had to do was focus on one of the saggy old ladies instead of his ridiculously sexy godfather.

Remus was surprisingly the most confident out of their trio, and had stripped down to his pants while Sirius and Harry were both still fully dressed. Harry supposed he ought to at least take off his shirt as it was rather hot in the beating sun, but maybe if they neared the water a bit more it would cool down and he wouldn't even have to do that.

They'd passed a sign earlier saying 'Naturists May Be Seen Beyond This Point' and it seemed like most people stripped off as soon as they reached it, but their group was a bit reluctant.

"Look, Pads," Remus pointed to another sign, his one rather large and imposing. It was a picture of a black dog with a red slash through it, "No dogs allowed. Guess we ought to turn around."

Sirius squinted at the sign and turned up his nose. "I've no idea what you mean, Moony dear. That poorly painted animal is clearly a wolf!"

With a subtle flick of the wand so as not to alert the Muggles, Remus transfigured the sign into a dog that resembled Sirius' Animagus form to the tee. In response to this offence, Sirius transfigured the sign as well, before ducking behind a nearby abandoned parasol and coming back out as a grim.

Harry shook his head at their antics, and it took all of thirty seconds for someone who clearly thought themselves in a position of authority to walk over to them. He was a heavy-set man, stout but tall. He had light brown hair that was stuck to his head with either beach water or sweat, and a furry little cock that bounced merrily as he walked over, despite the frown on his face.

"Can't you read the sign?" The man asked, not facing the sign though he pointed at it frantically.

Remus snorted.

"Of course," Harry said, scratching behind Sirius' ears casually, "Can't you?"

The man turned then, giving them a view of his shriveled dimply arse, as he took in the sign:

Morfa Dyffryn Beach Now Welcomes Dogs of All Breeds!
Please Refrain From 'Scooping the Poop' as it Fertilizes the Sand.
Wolves and Fawns Are Still STRICTLY PROHIBITED!
Thank You!

Mister teeny-weeny seemed utterly appalled if his clenching butt-cheeks were anything to go by. "Fawns?" He breathed out incredulously, scratching the back of his head.

"Baby stags," Remus explained.

"I know what a damned fawn is!" The man sneered, spinning around to face them, "Only I can't imagine why they'd be prohibited unless there was some foul play."

"Me either!" Harry yelled, outraged, drawing the attention of several other beach-goers. "This is clearly a conspiracy!" He accused, looking wildly around and making as much eye contact with as many people as possible as if to suggest that they were the ones responsible.

Sirius was wagging his tail at an impressive rate and woofing delightedly, while Remus was tensed up and clenching his jaw with the effort not to laugh. Harry, for his part, was far from finished.

"Fawns are an extraordinary and unique part of our ecosystem! How dare they be banned from a plot of land reserved for naturists when they themselves are the absolute epitome of NATURE!"

The man who had approached them had long since gotten confused with how his do-good-ery had taken this route, but seemed content to join in on Harry's indignation.

"I demand an explanation! Talk to someone about this or this resort will be facing a law suit in its near future!" Harry announced, and the man scurried off to find someone who would presumably sympathize with him on why fawns rather than dogs should be permitted access to a nude beach. Harry saw this as a chance to exit the spotlight, and did just that, dragging Remus along with him as he ventured closer to the water.

They'd attracted enough attention at this point that they couldn't exactly ditch their 'dog' so Remus suggested that Padfoot stick around for the rest of the day and perhaps they'd come back tomorrow with his more two-legged counterpart.

This was a perfect solution to Harry's problem. When Padfoot started biting and pulling at his trousers, he obediently stripped his clothes off after only putting up a characteristic amount of fuss. His nudity did cause a little bit of attention, though. After all, he was a young toned guy, unlike most of the naturists on the beach. He didn't care about the appreciative looks though. He watched as Sirius played around in the water with a few little children who were splashing about. Harry felt a bit awkward exposing himself to what must have been a six or seven year old girl, but he supposed it was the lifestyle her parents had chosen for her and he shouldn't let it get to him.

"I guess we could have brought Teddy," Remus mused, leaning back on the sand, "I think it's wonderful that you're so outgoing about all this, Harry. I do doubt that this trip is happening without some miscommunication."

Harry nodded along, "You're the outgoing one," he pointed out, "After all, you were the first to strip."

Remus chuckled and shook his head. "Doesn't count – I'm using a glamour."

Now that Harry looked at him more carefully, Remus was rather unblemished. It hadn't even occurred to him at first that due to certain Lunar events his former professor might not be so comfortable displaying his skin.

He almost wanted to apologize for some reason, but as soon as he opened his mouth to do so he was interrupted by a familiar shaggy dog running over and shaking. Sea water splashed all over the both of them, which wasn't too terrible – only that it smelled like wet dog.

"Sirius!" Harry shouted, angrily trying to get water out of his face with the heel of his hand, which only succeeded in getting sand in his eye. He cursed loudly, and tried to blink it out, wincing his eyes shut. He felt hot dog breath on his face, and a slightly sandpapery tongue against his cheek. Then, mid-lick the texture changed and the scratchy paws that were against his shoulders turned into callused hands, the breath in his face turned sweet and the scent of wet dog transformed to a light seawater fragrance.

"Harry?" Sirius asked , thumbing gently at his godson's eyelids, "Let me see, Progslet," He murmured, and Harry felt a clenching at the pit of his stomach from the endearment.

"Sirius … the Muggles, they'll see-"

"I already cast a spell," He assured, gently coaxing Harry's eyes open, "It's just you and me."

Harry was really trying not to take that to heart. He looked over to Remus and sure enough, the man was completely oblivious to them, so Sirius must have used a pretty strong Notice Me Not charm. Then again, it would take one of pretty good strength for people not to see a dog turning into a man, so that was expected. It probably had nothing to do with him wanting privacy from his best friend.

Harry sighed, letting Sirius examine the sand in his eye as he shifted slightly under the man's weight. Hold on. Pause. Rewind. Under.

Harry's mind froze for a moment as he processed that Sirius was literally straddling while he was completely naked. Quickly he pried his eyes away from the pureblood and started searching for the fattest ugliest muggle woman that he could find. For the first time in his life, he wished that he was in the close proximity of Marge Dursley.

"Be still, I can't get it out if you keep looking around like that!" Sirius scolded.

Harry tried to take deep breaths, and think gruesome thoughts but it wasn't working, the more Sirius shifted the worse it got and this constant eye contact wasn't helping either. The man shifted back some and his arse just barely brushed against the very tip of Harry's cock and that was all it took.

He was diamond hard, panting and pumping out rivulets of precum before he knew it and Sirius seemed to think his heavy breath was all just because of the sand in his eye.

"Hey, easy Harry I think I see it… an aguamenti is probably too strong though. Hmm.. hold still."

And then, to Harry's absolute horror Sirius Black, his godfather and the man he was completely obsessing over in an emotional and sexual fashion every day and every night – leaned in close and licked his eyeball.

The only thing more horrific than this act in and of itself was Harry's reaction which was to whimper like some little virgin who'd never had their eyeball licked before.

"Sorry I know it's gross but it's really the best way." Sirius said apologetically. He scooted back more and now he was damn near sitting on Harry's erection. He could feel his hardness digging against the cleft of Sirius' ass, and he looked desperately at a woman who must have been at least eighty years old. Her boobs were only about half an inch away from her bellybutton and her skin was closer to the ground than her bones.

At this point though, it hardly made any effect on his condition – it only made Sirius gaze curiously at the direction he was looking in.

"Harry, please tell me this hard-on digging into my ass isn't from that scary old hag…"

Harry would never be able to tell you why he said what he said next, only that he regretted it the moment it escaped his mouth, and couldn't quite catch it and shove it back down his throat.

"No, you idiot! I've got a hard-on for the stupid mutt that won't get off my fucking lap!"

Oddly enough, telling Sirius aloud about his problem proved to be the perfect solution to it. He wilted like he'd jumped into a pool of ice water, and his eyes widened, staring at the space in front of his lips as if he couldn't believe what had actually escaped them.

Sirius was frowning, but not like he was upset. More, it seemed that he was trying to work something out in his mind.

"Harry James Potter," Sirius said, as if tasting the name on his tongue. Harry winced slightly at his middle name but he didn't think his godfather caught it. He looked down at Harry's body, taking in every single visible inch of him with his eyes and committing the sight to memory. He looked at the broadness of Harry's chest, and the toned muscles of his arms – watched the younger male's Adams apple when he swallowed. He traced a hand down Harry's face and looked into his eyes, his stare heavy and uncontrolled. It was probably the most open Harry had ever seen the man.

"I've never even considered you in that light." The elder man said honestly.

Harry winced as if struck by the words. "I know. I'm sorry. That was – um. That was really stupid. You can just get up and never speak to me again or something … I'll move out of your house as soon as I figure out some sort of-"

"Whoa, calm down!" Sirius exclaimed, an easy grin spreading across his face, "I only meant that I haven't thought of you that way before." He clarified, "You're my godson, Harry. If I had done everything properly and not been so quick to jump into things all of the time, you would have grown up like my son. But the truth of the matter is that you didn't. By the time I ever really knew you, you were already almost a man!" He combed his fingers through his hair anxiously and let out a huff of breath, "I don't know how deep whatever this – this thing is that you've got for me, but it's clear to me now that it's not coming from nowhere, I've just been too blind to pay attention to it. So for that, I apologize."

Harry bit his lip, not knowing what to do or say and not completely understanding what it was that Sirius was trying to get across. Was the man just letting him down easy or…

"What are you saying?'

"I'm saying that I don't know if you and me will ever be something that will work, but there's no way in hell that I'm going to stop wanting to see you every day for the rest of your life just because of some crush – no matter how deep it is. I love you Harry. That love may not be romantic or sexual or whatever you want it to be – but it's love and it's real, and I want to spend as much time with you as I can because there is so, so much time that we've lost. So please, whatever you do, don't let this get in the way of what we've got going for us now?"

Harry honestly didn't know what to say to that. Of course he didn't want to ruin what they had now, but he also didn't know how long he was going to be okay with things staying the way they were. He wanted more from Sirius, and if Sirius wasn't willing to give him that, it was only going to get more and more painful to be around him.

"I understand," Harry said, gulping down a sudden burning in his throat. He didn't know why he had thought that things would have gone differently, but he did. He'd kind of assumed that once the cat was out of the bag, either him and Sirius would have wild passionate sex on the spot, or Sirius would totally freak and kick him out. He hadn't even considered the possibility of some weird in-between zone where Sirius didn't want him back but wasn't disgusted. "Really, I understand." He said, hoping that his voice wouldn't crack this time.

"Harry," Sirius began, looking sad in the eyes. Harry recognized that expression. Sirius was guilty. He was making is godfather guilty for not wanting to have sex for him. Merlin what was he thinking! How could he be so horrible? "Harry, I-"

"Can we just go home?" Harry asked, blinking hard to stop himself from doing something stupid like crying. "I'm sick of naked people and I don't care about this resort." He confessed, conjuring up some clothes for himself.

"Sure, Pup, I'll get Moony ready so just tell me when and we can head-"

Harry couldn't listen to a single more word spoken in that half-guilty half-pitying tone. He apparated away on the spot, and threw up every ward he could think of around his bedroom once he got to it. Once satisfied that there was no way Sirius or Remus or Kreacher or anyone else could get into his personal space, he collapsed onto the bed and sobbed.

This had gone even worse than he'd expected.

A/N: Thank you to all of you who read, and thank you to those who have reviewed prior to this chapter, and thank you to those of you who will review this one.

Love you all for reading,

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