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SORRYSORRYSORRYSORRY! I've not thanked anyone personally for the reviews for last chappie - incident with a child and a computer which ended in me looking into procedures for giving said child away...
I could go onto the site and click on each and every review and PM you all or I could just post this chappie and say a MASSIVE thank you to all who reviewed last chappie. Figured you'd want the smut more than the thank you. :) I promise a heartfelt thanks to all who review this chapter.

This is the last chappie - hope you've enjoyed this fic (there's a special kind of hell for all of us) and that I'm forgiven for the cross-gen pairing. Cheers to all who have reviewed and I'd love to hear from those who've favourited and alerted.

My continual adoration to DragonDi, of whom I am in awe (read her fics, people -- you're missing out!).

WARNING: The final lesson - triple-the-fun boy sexing. Yay!

Disclaimer: It HURTS that they aren't mine.

Chapter Eleven

'Oh, you are going to love this, Harry.'

Sirius fell back onto the bed, taking Harry with him. An over-excited Harry crashed his lips to the older man's, forgetting everything Sirius and Remus had taught him about what constituted a good kiss as he snogged him hard adn fast. It seemed Sirius was just as eager though, grasping either side of Harry's face in his hands as he kissed him back, quickly taking over control of the lip lock.

Sirius' hands slid into the messy raven hair and Harry moaned, pressing his aroused body closer, rubbing his aching erection over the other man's and making them both gasp at the shocking friction. Harry did it again, feeling Sirius' hand trail down his back to cup his arse, pulling the younger man closer as he parted his legs. Harry settled in between Sirius' strong thighs, his cock probing at the other man's entrance. He heard a chuckle in his ear and a long arm wrapped around his waist before a hand closed around his cock.

'Hang on, Harry. You need to learn a couple more things before you can fuck him.'

Harry and Sirius groaned in frustration and Remus chuckled then pinched his lover lightly. 'Learn some restraint, Padfoot. We're supposed to be teaching him.'

Sirius rolled his eyes. 'Ok, ok. Can we just get on with it or I'm going to give him a lesson about premature ejaculation?'

Harry could feel Remus' admonishing glare without even looking at the werewolf, then his breath hitched when Remus whispered in his ear.

'You have to stretch your partner first, Harry. Sirius is a bottom - he loves it - but not everyone does, and not everyone has done it before. You have to make sure your partner is completely prepared for your cock.'

Harry felt a little dizzy as he listened to Remus (all his blood being occupied elsewhere), but pulled himself together to do what he'd been instructed. He didn't need Remus' help here - he'd paid close attention to Sirius earlier and knew what it felt like, how it burned so deliciously and how he loved that indescribable feeling of being filled up.

Harry swiped his fingers over his slippery dick, the slick lube transferring to the digits and he dipped his head to drag his tongue along Sirius' shaft before his fingers entered Sirius' surprisingly tight back passage. Sirius made a whining noise and lifted his arse off the bed. Harry smirked to himself then scraped his teeth carefully along the man's shaft as a warning to behave, hearing Sirius gasp then chuckle.

Remus ran a hand over Harry's head, tousling his raven hair. 'You listen well, Harry. Ten points to Gryffindor.'

Harry lifted his head and raised his eyebrow at Remus, surprised the usually proper man was teasing him about their previous teacher/student relationship, but deciding to play along.

'Only ten, Professor? Sirius, what do you think? Do I deserve more?'

As he spoke, he scissored his fingers and thrust them deeper inside the reclining man who hissed, 'Fuck, yes! One hundred points at least, Moony.'

Remus laughed. 'Mmm, we'll see. Harry, on your hands and knees.'

When Harry looked surprised, Remus leaned over and kissed him, murmuring, 'You need prep as well, cub,' against his lips.

Harry smiled and quickly scrambled into position, feeling Remus' lube-slicked fingers enter him almost immediately. As Harry's sphincter relaxed around Remus' fingers, the werewolf pressed hot kisses along the bumps of Harry's spine.

'Sirius did this earlier, didn't he?'

Harry nodded, withdrawing his own digits from Sirius' body, rocking back and forth on all fours as he fucked himself on Remus' fingers.

'Did you like it?'

Harry nodded again, then whimpered when Remus added a third finger and twisted them, hitting his prostate and sending an electric shock to every nerve ending.

Remus smirked and licked a stripe up Harry's backbone. 'Dirty pup.'

There was a sharp slapping sound and a stinging across Harry's left buttock. He started, gasping in shock, but was surprised by the fact that the delivered slap sent sparks of pleasure as well as pain through him. He made a grunting noise which the intuitive Remus interpreted correctly, slapping him again.

'Pain administered at just the right time, Harry…' he said and Harry vaguely recalled their earlier conversation before his mind went blank as the hand made contact again.

'Gah!'

Nothing would exit his mouth except gibberish as Remus slapped him twice more before bending and laving the reddened area with his tongue. Harry pushed back against the soft, wet tongue, moaning as Remus' fingers hit the sweet spot inside him over and over.

Remus bit Harry's buttock lightly before withdrawing his fingers roughly and giving Harry a little push towards Sirius, who had been watching them intently as he stroked himself.

'Fuck him, Harry.'

Harry didn't need to be told twice, gripping Sirius' hip with one hand as he positioned his cock against the slippery pucker. He noticed his hand was shaking and Sirius must have sensed his agitation as well, wrapping a hand around his wrist and smiling reassuringly.

'You won't hurt me, but it'll be better for you to go slower. Enjoy it, Harry.'

Harry nodded nervously and flexed his hips a little, feeling himself slip inside the other man.

'Oh, shit!'

It felt even more incredible than Harry had imagined it would and he struggled to stop himself slamming inside that tight, sucking heat. He shook as he pressed forward, feeling Sirius' body stretching around him, hugging his cock snugly. His balls brushed against Sirius' sac and the stimulation was almost too much to bear, Harry taking short, sharp breaths as he tried to control himself. His next thrust was faster and buried him completely in the other man's body. He paused once he was fully seated, sure he was going to humiliate himself by coming then and there.

This was nothing like being with a woman.

This was amazing.

This was right.

Harry rocked back, withdrawing halfway then pushing back inside Sirius, hearing the brunette groan approvingly and lift his hips to meet Harry's forward motion. The second thrust was harder and the third, completely uncontrolled as Harry began to unravel from pure sensation. Remus chose that moment to grasp the younger man's hips firmly from behind and bring him to a halt.

'Slow down, Harry. You do still want to be fucked, don't you?'

Harry exhaled sharply and nodded, trying to gather some of the threads of his frayed restraint.

'I do. Please, Remus…I can't…'

A hand slid around Harry's waist down to where his body was joined with Sirius'. Long fingers circled around the base of Harry's cock and squeezed. Harry felt some of the urgent need to come dissolve with the pressure Remus applied and was grateful to the other man. Remus' hands flattened between Harry's shoulder blades and he gently pushed the young man down until he was laying against Sirius' chest. Sirius kissed him, murmuring against his lips, 'He'll be gentle,' as the blunt head of Remus' cock pressed insistently at the virgin pucker of Harry's arse, making the inexperienced man tense up instinctively.

He couldn't help it - he cried out in pain as his body was breached and immediately, hands were stroking him, comforting and soothing and arousing to try and erase the moments of discomfort as his body adjusted to the foreign sensation. Sirius' lips fluttered like butterfly wings all over his face, reassuring him, as Remus' fingers massaged Harry's lower back, his mouth trailing kisses along his backbone. He was successfully distracted and the burn that came with Remus' next tiny movement bought more pleasure than pain. The werewolf inched his cock into Harry, slowly stretching the tight, untouched channel to accommodate him. He circled his hips, grinding himself against Harry as his cock moved from side to side, opening Harry up. Now, it felt amazing and Harry canted his hips to encourage the werewolf.

By the time he was buried to the hilt, Remus was having his own control issues, hissing, 'Fuck, you are unbelievably tight,' as his fingers bruised Harry's hips. His respiration gave away his agitation, each breath rasping and tremulous as he held himself still to allow Harry to adjust to his girth. Finally, Remus couldn't wait any longer.

'I'm going to move, Harry,' he warned then he quickly withdrew and pushed back inside Harry experimentally, hearing him hiss softly. 'Okay?'

Harry nodded and the next thrust was harder, Harry closing his eyes as he focused on the unfamiliar sensation of being filled by the other man. He could feel Remus changing his angle, and when the third push came…Harry's brain exploded.

'FUCK!'

He barely heard Remus chuckle as he moved again and Harry could only whimper this time as pleasure as bright and explosive as fireworks burst inside him. His cock, which had deflated a little in the face of his breaching, swelled back to life inside Sirius who wriggled impatiently when he felt the phallus expanding, his own dick sliding between his and Harry's sweat-slicked bellies.

'Come on, Harry. Fuck me while he fucks you.'

Harry eagerly obeyed, rocking forward into Sirius, feeling a slight tug in his arse as Remus slid out of him. He withdrew, then groaned as Remus' cock filled him once more.

'Bloody hell!'

Harry was in all kinds of heaven, fucking and being fucked. He knew he wasn't going to last very much longer so he decided to make the absolute most of the time he had sandwiched between the men. He thrust hard, slamming into Sirius and making the surprised man groan in pleasure, then he pushed his hips back, impaling himself on that long, hard dick that was piercing him.

Both older men got the unspoken message and they lost all restraint - Sirius arching up and meeting Harry with each plunge, and Remus thrusting into Harry just as punishingly as the younger man was into Sirius, scraping his cock head over Harry's prostate each time.

In the end, it took less than a dozen strokes for Harry to finish, his body spasming violently as the powerful orgasm exploded from deep inside him. He lost all control over his body - his vision blackened, blood roared through his veins, and he lost feeling to his extremities as all his energy seemed to be pouring into the bucking, writhing man under him. He collapsed onto Sirius' chest, fuzzily aware of Remus pulling out of him.

'Harry... move, cub.'

Harry managed to roll his numb body off of Sirius and, for long moments, all he could do was concentrate on steadying his erratic pulse and trying to catch his breath as his flaccid cock, the only part of his body still retaining sensation, throbbed with aftershocks. As he started to regain feeling in the rest of his body, he became aware of the bed moving below him, and the cacophony of moans filling the air.

He looked over and saw Sirius astride Remus riding him hard and fast. One of the werewolf's hands gripped Sirius' hips and the other fisted the brunette's cock feverishly. As Harry watched, Sirius let out a loud cry of 'Moony!' and ropes of come spurted across Remus' chest in strong pulses. Remus growled deep in his throat and thrust up hard, his head falling back and his face strained as he also climaxed, hissing his lover's name.

Sirius fell forward onto Remus' scar-ravaged chest, both men breathing raggedly. Remus wrapped his arms around the brunette, rolling them onto their sides as they tangled together in an obviously familiar fashion.

Sirius held out an arm and called in a hoarse voice, 'Harry…'

The younger man shifted closer and allowed Sirius and Remus to draw him into their sticky, sweaty embrace. He smiled as he nestled between the men again, hearing Remus' soft voice in his ear whispering apologies for hurting him, and praise for how well he did.

Sirius slung an arm over him and muttered, 'Welcome to the team, mate,' before he started to snore lightly. Remus chuckled at his partner then pulled Harry closer to his chest.

'Was that what you were hoping for, Harry?'

The young man raised his head and smiled. 'And more. Thank you, Remus. I…I really appreciate what you and Sirius have done for me.'

Remus grinned. 'Well, it was tough on us, but as long as it made you happy, we were willing to make the sacrifice.'

Harry laughed at his mock-seriousness and without any hesitation, leaned forward and kissed Remus. The werewolf seemed surprised, but responded to the gentle probing of Harry's tongue, flicking his own over the other man's lip. Harry could feel himself hardening again and moaned with a little disbelief before rubbing his groin against Remus' leg. The kiss became toothier as Remus felt the renewed erection and smiled then gently broke the lip lock.

'I am very glad Sirius talked me into this, Harry, but I think it's time to get some sleep now.'

Harry was glad it was dim in the room as he felt heat suffuse his face.

God, I'm throwing myself at my godfather's boyfriend. Idiot!

He nodded, burying his face in his pillow. He heard Remus snicker then warm lips pressed against his temple as he spoke softly.

'You are a very attractive young man, Harry, and you've made me feel very young again tonight. Physically, though, I'm still very close to forty and I just can't keep up with you. You need someone your own age.'

Harry smiled into the pillow and nodded, thankful that Remus was so understanding. Remus kissed him lightly again then all was quiet except the gentle rhythm of Sirius' snores.

Four months later

'Hello?' Harry poked his head into the kitchen, a big grin on his face. 'Everyone decent?'

Remus looked up from his newspaper and smiled. 'Come on in, Harry.' He raised his voice. 'Sirius! Harry's here!'

The brunette popped out of the pantry with an armful of ingredients for dinner at the summons and grinned at Harry who was hugging Remus in greeting.

'Hiya, Harry!'

He dumped the stuff on the bench and turned back around to hug his godson, surprised when a young man appeared in the doorway looking rather lost.

'Er, hi,' the stranger said uncertainly and Sirius glanced over at Remus, who was hiding a smile as he stood up. Obviously Harry had told the werewolf he was bringing a friend, but Remus had found it unnecessary to let Sirius know.

'Arse,' he muttered, hearing Remus' exhale of amusement as both men stepped forward to meet the visitor.

'Hi, Sirius.' Harry hugged him quickly then turned to speak to the light-brown haired man, who looked decidedly nervous. 'So, these are my godfathers. Sirius Black…'

The young man smiled at Sirius and held out his hand. 'It's nice to meet you, Mr Black.'

The Animagus shook the proffered hand and smiled in welcome. 'Sirius, please. 'Mr Black' gives me nightmares.'

'And you remember Professor Lupin…Remus…'

'Yes. Hello, Professor.'

'No need for that now. Remus is fine.'

They shook hands as Harry turned to Sirius. 'This is my…friend, Oliver Wood.'

'Right. Well, er, good to meet a friend of Harry's. Are you both staying for dinner?'

Harry nodded after a quick, questioning glance at Remus. 'If that's alright...?'

Remus grinned. 'Of course it is. You never have to ask, Harry. Come, sit down. Oliver, I hear you're with the Cannons now? Do you think you can turn them around? That last game…'

Harry watched his boyfriend sit down next to Remus at the table then turned to Sirius with a little smile.

'He didn't tell you I was bringing Oliver, did he?'

Sirius chuckled and glanced over at his partner, who was listening intently as Oliver spoke about his role of Keeper in the Quidditch team.

'I'll get my revenge when we're alone. So, this is the boyfriend?'

Harry grinned and looked over at Oliver. 'Yeah, I called him a few weeks ago and explained what that it was me that night at the club. I told him that I'd sorted myself out now and that I hoped he'd give me a chance.'

He shrugged nonchalantly but his glowing face gave away his joy. 'He did and we've been seeing each other since and…I really like him. I mean, I always liked him, but now I…'

'Really like him?'

Harry laughed softly, watching as Sirius filled a kettle then pointed his wand at it to make it boil.

'So…you're more…confident now?' his godfather asked and Harry flushed, throwing another glance over his shoulder before answering.

'Much. He was surprised by how…er…I think his word was 'uninhibited'…I was. I think he was expecting to have to lead me through everything again, not have me teach him a thing or two.'

Sirius smirked and Harry punched his arm lightly.

Things could have been very awkward between the three men after their night together, but to Harry's relief, very little seemed to have changed except that Sirius was much more comfortable groping Remus in Harry's presence, something that annoyed the werewolf and amused Harry, and Remus and Harry had become much closer than they had been before - the teenager referring to Remus as his godfather now, delighting the other man.

Harry gestured to the kettle. 'Well, do we get a cuppa or what? Jeez, you're a shite host, Sirius.'

Sirius chuckled and set about getting some tea cups out, surprised when he felt Harry's arms encircling him again.

'Thanks, Sirius. For everything.'

Sirius smiled and hugged him back.

'My pleasure, Harry.'

And that is that. I may post a one shot before my next chapter fic which will - hopefully - be an AU fic (Plarputubin: yes, it is what you think) focusing on...you guessed it...Remus and Sirius.

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