Chapter 12-C'mon People, We're making it now!

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"Come on, there's no point in waiting any longer."

Sirius' words seemed to hang heavy in the air between all of the men. Although it was a welcome and clear invitation, neither Bill nor Harry made a move towards the bed. It was the deciding moment; and despite the willingness that had been decided on earlier, neither of them was willing to physically take the last metaphorical step.

It wasn't until Remus sighed in annoyance and walked over to Bill and Harry that things got started. Although he felt as if he was still Harry's teacher and Bill's mentor in the order, he wasn't going to delay something that should have taken place already. It was true that he didn't want to push and wreck the fragile truce that they had established, but if anything was going to happen, it needed to be done now.

"We've got all the time in the world, but it doesn't mean that we should waste it," Remus told them as he led towards Sirius' bed. Once all three of them had sat down, the anticipation in the air was snapped by Sirius making the first move.

Bill was sure that Sirius would have gone for Remus, since they had been getting started when he and Harry showed up. He was pleasantly surprised when he found himself being the recipient of a crushing embrace followed by an equally ferocious kiss. It was such a fierce kiss that Bill found himself breathless once it was done. He was simply stunned by how Sirius moved his lips, tongue and teeth in a carefully controlled, yet passionate manner that left little doubt that the recipient was in for a great time.

Instinctively, Bill had followed suit, his hand going up and tangling itself into Sirius' hair. The locks felt smooth and heavy as he wound them around his fingers, using it as a lead to press Sirius into deepening his kisses. He heard dim noises behind him, but he didn't register them. His universe at that moment was Sirius. How his mouth tasted (sweet, warm and wet) how his body felt as it was pressed up against him (taut and quivering with barely suppressed excitement) and how much he ached to feel that velvety length in his hands. Nothing else around him mattered.

He nearly choked though, when he felt Sirius' hands snaking into the open fly of his track-suit bottoms. He gasped as the cool hand found its way inside his boxers and started circling and stroking the half-hard flesh. The gasps kept coming though, as Sirius' nimble fingers worked their magic on his cock until it was harder than a lead pipe and ready for more action.

He wanted to press on ahead, but he also knew that he didn't want to leave his partner unsatisfied. Although his brain cells have done a great job of scattering into the atmosphere, he managed enough of a lucid thought to also return the favour.

His hands weren't as clever and his delivery wasn't as well choreographed as Sirius' own moves. But he knew what to do with a cock in his hands. Without preamble, he's circled the turgid column of flesh and was doing what he knew he liked being done to him. This time, it was Sirius' turn to gasp against Bill's mouth as he was getting pleasure from the simple act of getting touched, rather than from using old memories or crossing the wires as he had done in the past. This was real and it was happening and it was all he could do to prevent himself from jumping Bill.

He would have claimed Bill right then and there if it hadn't been for his head being pulled away from Bill's and his mouth being claimed by another hungry, slick and wet mouth that he had never tasted before. He didn't open his eyes. Instead, he sank into the sensations assaulting his senses, enjoying the velvet softness of the lips, the sweet taste of the wet flesh and the way it was making his brain fizzle out completely. A small, calloused hand caressed his face and the fresh scent of young male rose heavily into the room, now making it obvious Harry was the aggressor.

Harry moaned into the kiss as he got closer to a climax, what with the way that Remus was caressing his cock, his fingers feather light with the occasional scratch of what was a casually careless move on his part. Yet Harry knew that Remus was as deliberate in his love-making as he was with everything else. He was also aching to touch Remus, but the werewolf wasn't having any of it. He always preferred to be the one to give full pleasure to his partner first before getting his own. It was simply his way, but Harry had always felt quite selfish when they made love like that.

Usually, that would dampen his enjoyment of the moment, but he wouldn't let his own petty annoyances destroy what they had been working for. Although it felt like a lifetime since the war and Sirius' homecoming, Harry was relieved that there had been that much of a fallow period if this was going to be the reward that all of them were going to be involved in. He also suspected that he had always been annoyed with Remus because he hadn't been able to focus on anything other than his own body and sometimes, all he wanted was to flee his own body and he usually sought this through sex. But only when he was also giving the pleasure was he able to get that complete metaphysical release that the guilt-laden orgasm couldn't bring him. It was only then that he would lose himself completely and come to himself feeling satisfaction that he had managed to both please someone and lose himself so completely within them as well.

This time though, he was losing himself in the salty taste of Sirius' mouth and the feel of those lips working against his mouth in loose, fast sweeping moves that were making him feel like he was sloughing his own skin as his soul was being loosened from its moorings. Remus' hands were almost a painful pleasure as they worked him over and over, his rhythm almost, but not quite matching the movement of Sirius' mouth on his. He was sure that he was going to explode, like a massive earthquake or volcano when Sirius pulled away and let out a hoarse cry of his own.

Harry blinked, but had no time to process this because he was literary blinded when his own orgasm came in bolts of gold and silver streaked lighting against his closed eyelids. He thought he heard himself shout, but he wasn't sure. Not that it mattered, since he found himself swept up in Sirius's arms and on his lap. Sirius only smiled, a slow, sleepy and seductive smile as his hands wandered from Harry's shoulders to his hip.

Harry inhaled sharply and looked away for a moment. And nearly screeched in shock as he saw Bill and Remus frantically, almost furiously and even violently, making love. Their movements were so savage and passionate and feral at the same time that it was almost painful for him to watch. He swallowed a hard lump in his throat as he took in the beauty of those rocking bodies. The way they undulated, stretched and flowed against each other was amazing. He almost felt left out except when they sped up and resisted, the flesh almost stretching to a breaking limit when both men started to snarl at each other. Nails scored flesh and teeth pierced earlobes. Snarls were mixed with the moans of pleasure and Harry was thankful that he was with Sirius, since he knew he wouldn't be able to take both the pleasure and the pain both were offering without him breaking.

Sirius' teeth at his earlobe made those thoughts leave his head and focus on what was going to happen with him now. He hated to admit it, but he was nervous about the whole deal. Sure, he wasn't a blushing virgin, but being with his godfather was enough to make him nervous. It must have shown in his demeanour someway, because Sirius slowed down and put his hand on the small of his back as if to reassure him.

Part of him was annoyed at the gesture and part of him was touched that his godfather had even bothered to make it. He leaned back into the touch just enough to show Sirius that he was fine with how things were progressing and was eager to continue to the conclusion. He moved forward after that little interlude and claimed Sirius lips with his own again. This time, it wasn't the frenetic, almost frantic exploration that he had indulged in before. This time, he moved at an almost leisurely pace, tasting, licking, touching every single space of flesh that he could reach.

He knew that it was working when Sirius groaned and pulled him closer to him. Harry felt the signs of Sirius' excitement, but he didn't stop moving until Sirius, breathing came in starts and stops. He was so engrossed in his task that he wasn't fully aware of Sirius being inside him until his godfather started rocking forwards and backwards, pushing deeper and deeper inside of him.

At this, Harry pulled away from Sirius, his lips parted as he looked at his godfather, who was looking back at him with a cleverly smug expression on his face. Harry would have framed a reply if it hadn't been for that exact moment that his godfather had hit that particular spot and made his world go blank as pleasure overrode annoyance. Pleasure that blanked out everything else for the rest of the day and the following night as well.

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It was the smell of fresh coffee that woke him up from his unconsciousness the next morning. He didn't think he could move at all, since he felt so utterly boneless, sated and at peace with everything and everyone in the world, something that he hadn't felt in...well...forever. Even when the war was over, he always felt that the world was going to cave in on his head at any minute. But this time...all he wanted to do was get up and get some coffee, say good morning to the three people that he loved the most in the world and enjoy his day.

He didn't leave the bed right away. Instead, he lay there, relishing the new happy feeling, revelling into it before he finally slid out of bed and pulled on his discarded track bottoms and pulled them on slowly, wincing slightly at a the dull pain in his backside that was the reminder of a fantastically magical and wholly perfect night.

Once he was dressed, he headed to the kitchen where as expected; there was a cup of coffee waiting for him. He picked it up and drank the liquid down slowly and looked around the kitchen, drinking in the sight of Bill making pancakes, Remus cutting up fruit and Sirius setting the table.

All was finally fucken well.

End Notes- I am so sorry that it actually took me this long to finish this story. Basically, in the three years that I started this story, I moved from Seoul, to Northern Quebec to Edmonton, back to Northern Quebec and now to Montreal, had numerous family, career and personal issues to deal with on top of my muse waving good-bye and taking off for a very long time. I really am thankful to all that still are reading and reviewed and the like. Honestly, thank you for your patience. Cheers and goodnight.