They stood facing each other for quite a long time but Harry did not care. Time felt like it had no meaning in this mysterious place. He willed his wand to vanish - he had no need of it. The young wizard searched his godfather’s face but found it excruciatingly unreadable. After a moment of thinking, he finally broke the silence.

"Are you dead?" Harry asked quietly. He half-expected Sirius to chuckle but the gray-eyed wizard did not. But his godfather’s deadpanned expression softened and he raised his fingers slowly to carress Harry’s cheek.

"No, I’m not. But I’m not exactly alive either."

Before Harry could even think about what the wizard had said, Sirius’s lips were already locked onto his. Instinctively, the young wizard closed his eyes and thrust his tongue against the other. Something inside gave way and the emerald-eyed Gryffindor ravished the older man’s lips just as enthusiastically.

Harry was rather inept in the art of kissing - he had not go out with anyone since the disaster with Cho but he more or less made up for it with enthusiasm. He distantly became aware of his back rubbing against a rough texture but that was soon forgotten when he felt Sirius buckle against him.

The young man slid his tongue under Sirius’s and kept caressing on the left side of the tongue. That caused the Sirius to groan and shudder, and he pressed himself against Harry in a very provocative manner.

What brought this on? Harry thought to himself. We were talking rather seriously and then we end up kissing? He would have chuckled if he were not so preoccupied with tasting Sirius. He flushed slightly when he realized that one of his hands was actually on Sirius’s crotch, rubbing the man’s trapped erection gently. I must be mad, depraved and … hungry. To think that I actually want Sirius like this. Is this one of my innermost desires?

"Merlin … love … want you so much," Harry murmured into Sirius’s mouth. The thoughts that ran inside the young Gryffindor’s mind vanished instantly when a warm hand wrapped around his cock and began to stroke. "Uhnnn…" the young wizard moaned and broke off the kiss.

Harry pressed his head back against the tree trunk and watched Sirius through half-lidded eyes, and he blushed as the man forced the rest of his pajama bottom down to his knees. The handsome Black knelt then and Harry gasped in anticipation.

Sirius did smirk this time as he continued to stroke Harry’s cock lazily. Then the Animagus leaned forward and licked the length from the base to the swollen tip. Gray eyes gleamed brightly with mischief and then he wrapped his lips around Harry's length. Soon, Harry was totally engulfed by his mouth. A cry escaped from the young man's throat and he arched.

The older man prevented him from bucking by trapping his hips with a fierce grip. The young wizard was overwhelmed by the incredible sensations of a mouth on his cock and Harry knew he would not last. There was a strange feeling in his groin and he managed to speak in a raspy voice, "Sirius, I think I’m - going to come."

That spurred the wizard on his knees to bob his head up and down faster on Harry’s prick and increased the force of the suction.

"Fuck, Sirius …" Harry could no longer keep his eyes open. He yelled as he came, his cum spurting inside his godfather’s mouth endlessly. When his euphoria finally subsided, he saw that Sirius was looking up at him mischievously. The man was still sucking his prick.

Sirius finally pulled back and muttered an incantation under his breath. At the next second, Black knelt on the grass fully naked. Harry stared and he unconsciously licked his lips as he studied the major eye candy. His godfather leaned back on his knees and his large cock captured the emerald-eyed wizard’s attention. It was as though it was beckoning at him.

However, Harry could not move and he had continued to stare. Sirius smirked again as one of his hand came to grasp at the base of his engorged prick while the other began to slide the foreskin up and down the shining head. It was quite exciting for Harry to see his godfather like that, jerking off without embarrassment getting in the way.

~oOo*oOo~

Harry awoke suddenly and he cursed vehemently. I wanted Sirius to come!!! Then he started swearing again. Something managed to distract him though. He had flung his light blanket away and he was staring at his tenting pants with amusement. He gently traced the outline of his hard-on and shuddered when it gave him very pleasurable sensations.

"POTTER!!!" Aunt Petunia shrieked. "GET UP!!!"

Fuck. Harry grit his teeth and stared daggers at the door. Even as he willed his erection to go away, he hoped he would dream of Sirius again, and get the chance to do what he wanted to do before his body decided he should wake up.

-oOooOooOo-

~ Golden Haze - Part III ~

by Firesword

It had been two weeks since he had dreamt of Sirius. Harry Potter gazed out of his bedroom window pensively and Hedwig hooted softly from inside her cage, as though she felt exactly the same way her owner was. He sighed and went to her, opened her cage and his snowy owl delicately placed her talons on his wrist. He sat on his chair in a backward position and transferred Hedwig to the back of the furniture.

"I wish I can bring you outside, Hedwig," he murmured as he gently stroked her feathers. His owl cocked her head to one side and regarded him curiously with her dark crimson eyes. "But I can't even step foot into the garden."

Harry's malachite green eyes turned dull as he turned his thoughts inward, but his fingers still caressed Hedwig. He had spent most of his days - and nights - doing nothing but staring off into space. He could not bring himself to focus on his homework. History would instantly made him think that a nap would be nice; Transfiguration meant that he had to steal a crystal goblet from his aunt's display cabinet; and Potions - well, he was still irrationally mad at Snape. Thinking about the greasy Potions Master made him think of his late godfather as well.

What did he mean when he said that he was not dead, but not alive either? Harry pondered.

He gave another sigh then, and his eyes wandered around his bedroom until it met the pile of boxes and cards on the floor beside his bed. Dobby had been the one to send the gifts over and Harry had asked the house-elf to give a birthday card to his friend, Neville Longbottom. Might as well check out the presents, he mused. He read the cards first - they were from the usual bunch of friends but he was pleasantly surprised by a bright, neon-green flashing card by Tonks. Then he checked out his presents: there was the usual knitted jumper from Mrs. Weasley, only that this time, she had gotten it done using colors that were suitable for him. Hermione and Tonks had given him a choker and an armband; Ginny had given him a ring made of black beads; Bill had gotten him a silk shirt; and the twins....

"Are they mad?!" he exclaimed, and started looking about for a safe place to hide the things Fred and George had sent over. What in the world am I supposed to do with a peppermint-chocolate, pumpkin, chocolate, strawberry, honeydew and maple syrup-flavored condoms? And handcuffs? And what on earth is this thing? Harry stared incredulously at the eight-inch long tool of rubber. His face burned guiltily as he reached for a tube of lube. Well, this I know how to use. He also had an assortment of birthday cakes, biscuits and sweets. There was also a container with cupcakes. The weirdest thing about them was that on each top, there was a spoonful of different flavored ice cream.

Then he heard the telephone ring. Seconds later, his uncle bellowed out for him. He quickly cleared off his presents while Hedwig watched him with avidly with her huge eyes. "I wonder who's calling," he muttered. He ran down the steps two at a time and waited until his uncle cleared off the hallway before picking up the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Harry," the voice at the other end sounded cheerful and familiar, but the raven-haired teenager could not really identify to whom the voice belonged to.

"Who's that?" he asked, a little hesitantly.

"It's Remus," the werewolf answered. He sounded somewhat surprised that Harry could not recognize him.

"Oh ... hi." Harry paused. "Everything is all right over here," he said.

"Are you sure?" Lupin asked dubiously.

"Yes, I'm fine."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that, Harry. By the way, happy birthday! Oh, hang on, Hermione wants to have a chat with you."

"How come she's with you?" he inquired curiously.

"It should be the other way around." Lupin chuckled then. "I'm staying with the Grangers' for three nights before the twins' take their turn to watch over her."

Harry blinked. "Remus - why is she guarded?" His voice had a slight tinge of panic in it. "And are you feeling okay? I mean - last night - you were a werewolf weren't you?"

"Yes, Harry, I'm fine. Nothing unusual other than my periodic fatigue. And as for your friend being watched over, it's McGonagall's orders..." Lupin sighed. "She's worried for your safety. All right, all right, he's yours." Harry heard the telephone exchange hands and heard Hermione's bright voice, and then the sound of laughter.

"Harry! Happy Birthday!!!"

"Huh ... thanks, Hermione. What's going on at your place?"

"It's mad, Harry. Very mad. I'm not sure if my parents can cope when Fred and George visit us. But it's fun having Lupin around. Of course, I couldn't talk to him very much - my parents are very interested in his condition. And Lupin's getting free consultation." Then she abruptly changed the topic. "Have you done your homework?"

Harry tried to stifle his groan but his friend heard it, and clucked at him. "No ... not in the mood to hit the books, I guess."

"Well, I do hope that you won't be forced to do them under a blanket."

"No - no. After last year, my relatives let me do whatever I want - just in the bedroom."

"Okay. I have to go now. You take care and call me anytime. I won't be going for trips this summer. And do call once when you get your results!"

"Bloody hell ... but I have sort of forgotten about that!" Harry exclaimed. "You take care too. Say 'bye' to Remus for me."

"All right, Harry. Oh! Oh! That box with the cupcakes and ice cream - Remus warned me that the spell would onlyy be good for a week! So, you have to eat it by then."

"I'll remember that," Harry said gratefully.

"Bye, Harry!"

"Bye."

Uncle Vernon crossed the hallway to enter the living room, not glancing at Harry as he did. The teenage wizard went back up the staircase to shut himself in his bedroom again. While he was on the stairs, the doorbell had rung and he was about to go down again and answer it, but he had thought better of it. He could hear his relative mutter something and the door opened. Harry paused at the landing and strained his ears to hear the exchange of words. For some reason, Aunt Petunia started crying hysterically. Unable to control himself any longer, he stealthily descended the stairs with one hand ready to reach into his back pocket. He saw that his aunt had crumpled onto the floor and she was sobbing. His uncle on the other hand appeared utterly shocked.

"Sir - are you all right?" the stranger at the door asked. "If you could get your wife to calm down, I think the two of you should head to the hospital immediately."

Harry watched as sanity crept back into his uncle's face, and Vernon Dudley nodded. "Thank you." He turned to his wife. "Pack some clothes, Petunia."

As quick as lightning, Harry made his way back into his bedroom. Sure enough, a few minutes later, he felt his uncle pausing before his bedroom door. Predictably, his uncle opened the door without knocking. Harry stared at the man blankly.

"Dudley's in hospital. He got into an accident. You are staying right here and mind the house," Uncle Vernon said gruffly. "And for our sake, don't step out of the house, boy!" Then the door shut with a loud slam, and Hedwig flared her wings in agitation.

Half an hour later, the house was in total darkness. Harry prudently turned the lights off in his room as he felt more secure in the dark. He sat on his bed dreamily and contented himself with listening to the soft sounds of Hedwig's breathing, and to the noises that came from outside the house. When nothing out of the ordinary happened, he lay down on his bed and slowly, he fell asleep. However, before he could fall too deeply into slumber, something had brought him out from the realm of dreams.

He froze. He was dimly aware that there was a strange weight holding him from the waist down. He tried to open his eyes but found that he could not. Is there something covering my eyes? he thought, suddenly alarmed. He tried to say something but his voice would not work either. He started to struggle - his arms flailed wildly - but the harder he struggled, the heavier the pressure became on his legs. It was then that he felt it. Warm breath was blowing on his thigh and it was growing more intense with each minute. Then it was on his crotch. Harry stopped moving and tried to think in a calm manner. Meanwhile, the pressure shifted and Harry felt something forcing his legs apart.

Those are hands! he exclaimed mentally. Someone was pushing his legs wide open. He let out a startled moan, surprised to hear it coming from his own mouth. Someone - or something - was delicately mouthing his penis through his thin trousers. The person worked on him until he was fully hard and the front of his trousers was wet with precum and saliva. Then the pressure and
the mouth vanished, and Harry let out a moan of despair. He raised his hands to his face. However, he was surprised to find that there was no blindfold covering his eyes. Then why can't I open my eyes? He struggled to sit up but someone restrained him again.

"Just relax, Harry. I'm not going to hurt you," a silky voice whispered.

Even through closed eyelids, Harry stared in the direction of the voice. He could not believe what he was hearing, for that voice belonged to someone he knew. He cleared his throat, and experimentally whispered, "Sirius?"

"Yes, Harry," Sirius replied. His voice seemed to be coming from above but then Harry realized that he was lying down. "I'm kneeling in between your legs," Sirius said, his voice filled with amusement. He placed his hands on the back of Harry's knees and brought them closer.

"Oh." Harry felt his legs pressing against a warm body. He was getting really confused by now. Was he dreaming or was Sirius there in the flesh?

"Does it really matter?" Sirius asked in a soft voice. His strong hands rested gently on each of Harry's thighs.

"No - I guess not," Harry answered. His hands slowly came up to caress Sirius's fingers. He could hear the wizard let out a sigh of contentment. "Sirius, why won't you let me see you?"

Sirius let out a mischievous chuckle. Harry felt the bed shifting slightly as Sirius leaned forward, arms braced at either side of the teenager's head. The emerald-eyed Gryffindor could feel just how close Sirius's face was to his. "Does it frighten you?" Harry gasped when lips nibbled on the side of his neck and his cock throbbed in response. "Or does it excites you?"

Harry did not answer. His fingers seemed to have a mind of their own and he was slowly touching Sirius's neck, shoulders, back and hips. Harry shuddered - Sirius was naked. Rather shyly, Harry slid his hand between their bodies, in search for the other man's cock. When he found it, he inadvertently touched the tip of Sirius's cock and the wizard breathed in sharply as the young
Gryffindor started to stroke it. Soft and slow, and then he deliberately stroked it harder and faster.

It happened so fast - Sirius grabbed his playful hand and pinned his arms above his head, and kissed Harry fiercely. It was a definitely hungry kiss and Harry kissed Sirius back with equal fervor. They licked, lashed and sucked, and their bodies writhed, and strange sounds filled the bedroom as Harry's bed rocked slightly at the activity.

"Sirius, I want to see you," Harry said in a voice so serious that he felt Sirius pausing to look at him.

"No."

Harry took a deep breath and kept a tight rein on his temper. He was angry - who would not? "I will see you, Sirius, whether you like it or not." The Gryffindor turned cold all of a sudden, for he almost sounded like a stranger. Sirius ignored him. Harry felt the coolness of metal touching his neck. He remained still as he recognized the sound of a blade methodically slicing his T-shirt open. I could have taken it off by myself - and I would still have a shirt! Harry fumed. That fueled his emotions and he heard the
air around him crackle. Sirius swore in surprise and Harry blinked his eyes experimentally. He could see that his bedroom was dark. The only source of illumination came from the moon.

Sirius's face was adorably charming as he stared down at Harry with wide eyes, and his silver eyes glittered in the dark. The man's black hair was short and he appeared to be much better than before. "How did you do it?" the grey-eyed wizard - or ghost - demanded.

"Strange things happen when I'm around, don't you know?" Harry replied weakly and absently licked his lips. He could not help it - Sirius looked good enough to be eaten. Since the compulsion - or whatever it was - was gone, Harry sat up and looked about for his mangled shirt. "Did you really have to do that?" Sirius looked strangely sheepish when Harry gave him a reproachful
look. "Whatever ... Do you want me to take this off? Or would you rather shred it off my body yourself?" He pointed at his pajama pants.

"You have seriously taken the fun out of this," Sirius grumbled but he reached out and slipped his hands under the waistband. Harry signaled him to stop and grinning inwardly, he stood up. He determinedly kept his expression bland at Sirius's hungry gaze. "Very nice," Sirius murmured as Harry's cock was exposed to him. He absently threw Harry's trousers over his shoulder.

Harry could only watch with his lips slightly open. His breathing became shallower as Sirius crawled closer to him. His hands immediately reached for Sirius's strong shoulders as the mattress bounced with the man's movements. "Very nice indeed," Sirius whispered as his hands ran up and down Harry's thighs, his lips inches away from the pulsing erection. Harry hissed as Sirius's
tongue raked agonizingly over the shaft and lingered on the head. It lapped up the fluid that continuously flowed out of the small slit. Sirius licked again back down to the base and attacked Harry's scrotum.

"Sirius," Harry croaked out.

"Hmmm?" Sirius resumed to suck on Harry's erection.

"The twins had sent me some stuff for my birthday."

"What stuff?"

Harry groaned as he knees grew weak. His hands held the back of Sirius's head firmly. "There are a couple of condoms - ah! - lube and other things as well!" he gasped as Sirius sucked him hard.

Sirius slowly removed his mouth and looked up lustily at him. "Really?" He looked about the bedroom. "Where did you hide them?"

"In a square box under the bed," Harry said in an uneven voice.

"Good, good ... lie down, Harry. I'll be right back."

Harry was glad to follow Sirius's advice. He was so close to coming and his body was still trembling violently. A moment later, his forbidden lover came to sit beside him and Harry watched as Sirius opened the box excitedly.

"Care to put these on?" Sirius idly waved the handcuffs. He smiled when Harry scowled at him. He picked the box of condoms and held it against the wane moonlight. "I'm afraid these aren't real, Harry," he said cheerfully.

"They aren't?" Harry lifted his eyebrow.

"Nope. When it is placed on your cock, it immediately melts and then your partner can start sucking you as though you're an ice-cream." Sirius emptied the wrappers into his hand and carefully examined each of them. "I think I'll put this one on you. It's maple syrup." Before Harry could protest, Sirius tore off the packet, fished the 'condom' out, and rolled it into place on Harry's waiting body. True to his word, it vanished.

"Do you want to put one over me?" Sirius asked in mock shyness. He handed the remaining packets to Harry and then lay down on his side.

He expects me to think and decide when he's doing that? Harry moaned as Sirius teased his cock again. He too turned on his side and stared at Sirius's waiting prick. Abandoning the 'condom' packets, he immediately started working on it. He was lost in the scent and taste of Sirius that it had taken him several minutes to realize that there was something cool and insistent trying to enter his anus. He stopped and looked down, and found a pair of shining eyes looking at him mischievously. Sirius stopped sucking on Harry's cock and moved away to give the young Gryffindor a clearer view.

In an almost trance-like manner, Harry watched as one of Sirius's hands move slowly in circles. Damn! He gasped when he realized what was happening. Sirius was fingering him. He relaxed and tried to keep his breathing even.

"Very good, Harry," Sirius purred. Harry felt another digit probing his opening and bit on his lower lip. "Enjoy it, Harry. Just enjoy." Sirius closed his eyes and drew Harry's erection into his sensuous mouth. He pushed Harry slightly and the young wizard lay down flat on his back. Sirius moved and his glistening manhood hovered above the teenager's face.

Three of Sirius's fingers were inside him now and he arched when his lover found his prostate. He cried out but resolutely controlled his body and suppressed his orgasm. He did not want to come before Sirius did. Although it was hell trying to keep his eyes open, he managed and sucked his middle finger, and coated it liberally with his saliva. He found it difficult to believe
that he was going to do what he only dared fantasize. He carefully guided Sirius's cock to his lips and the other wizard obligingly lowered his body. He more or less expected it and did not gag when Sirius gave a short thrust and buried himself to the hilt.

Harry slowly slid his finger up and down the crack, felt it tense and then, relaxed at his touch. He rubbed it gently in circles, before pushing it in. He maintained the slow, circling movement and felt the muscles clamping down on his digit. Precome dripped on his tongue and he sucked in the liquid greedily. Sirius moaned loudly as his finger cautiously probed about.

"Aah!" Sirius cried around the cock lodged in his throat when Harry nudged on a spot lightly. Sirius withdrew his fingers and grabbed Harry's bottom, massaging the flesh as he impaled himself on the younger wizard's erection.

They grew increasingly fevered and they fucked each other's mouths relentlessly. Harry felt his balls tightening. He was close. Then Sirius suddenly removed his hard cock away from his mouth.

"Sirius!" he protested for the wizard had also stopped sucking. He was so close and he was so frustrated that he had grabbed his aching cock and jerked on it hard. Above him, Sirius was masturbating and was watching him with lust-filled eyes.

"Open your mouth, Harry," Sirius ordered harshly. "I'm going to come."

For some reason, that caused Harry to lose all self-control. He cried out and came, and pumped quickly as his seed shot out onto Sirius's face. Lost in ecstasy, he was barely aware of the bittersweet liquid filling his mouth as Sirius climaxed, milking streaks of white come all over Harry. Harry's hand fell weakly to his side and watched as Sirius managed to move and collapsed on top of him. The wizard started kissing and licking the traces of come on his face, and he returned the favor. His cock immediately hardened and he writhed under Sirius, trying to coax for some reaction from the wizard's body.

"Hey, I'm not a young man any longer," Sirius murmured and licked at his lips. Harry remained silent and gently nibbled on his godfather's neck. He marked the wizard with a love-bite.

"I want you in me," Harry said into the broad shoulder. "I want to feel you come inside me." He lifted his head and captured Sirius's lips for a kiss. "Make me yours, Sirius."

Harry could not tell for how long Sirius lay atop him and did nothing more than just kissing and humping against each other. He did not care because Sirius was keeping him warm and he was glad of the company. It was the only time he could show to the wizard just how important - and how much - Harry felt for him. His heartbeat quickened as their pace increased and Sirius grew feral with each passing minute.

"Please, Sirius. Make love to me," Harry pleaded with beads of sweat dotting his forehead. Something inside him ached and he knew that the only person who could give relief to that peculiar tension was Sirius. "Please."

The older man pressed him down gently and planted feather-light kisses all over his face. "Harry - it's all right. I'm here." Metallic grey eyes gazed at him in concern.

"Please, Sirius." His throat tightened suddenly. "I need you."

"Shhhh," Black cooed. He stroked Harry's damp and dense black hair.

"Perhaps this is just a dream, Sirius, but I want you to have me."

"This is not a dream," Sirius said quietly. "I'm here. I will always be with you. It's the way things are supposed to be." Then he lowered his head and their kiss became more serious and fulfilling. The older wizard pulled away and reached out for the lube. He squeezed a huge amount of it onto Harry's palm and guided it to wrap around his engorged cock.

Harry offered himself to the wizard and watched as Sirius slowly started to penetrate his hole. Sirius squeezed his eyes shut and his face screwed up into something like agony. Harry on the other hand, was relieved and he had let out a gasp as he was filled with Sirius's cock.

"Merlin - you feel good," Sirius murmured as he slowly started to fuck the green-eyed wizard. "Do you like this, Harry?" Sirius nearly pulled himself out completely before slamming back into Harry.

Harry felt as though he was going to explode. He had finally gotten what he needed and he was utterly glad. The sensation that he felt each time Sirius dragged his length inside and came into contact with that sweet, pleasurable spot made him convulse and shiver. Again and again, he moaned in time with each of his lover's thrust.

"Harder, Sirius," Harry said in between pants.

"Oh yes." Sirius obliged and the bed creaked continuously as Sirius fucked Harry with an energy that was almost inhuman. "Oh, Harry..."

"Almost there..." Harry panted and pumped his erection desperately. He gazed up at Sirius, and loved what he saw on the wizard's face. Sirius was in sheer ecstasy, and his grey eyes were burning with fiery passion.

"You are mine, Harry. You will always be mine," Sirius hissed sharply and tensed. Harry felt Sirius's cock throbbing inside him and Sirius exploded with a hoarse cry. He continued to pound into the emerald-eyed Gryffindor, and kept on whispering 'I love you' to Harry. Seconds later, the younger wizard followed Sirius into completion.

Later that night, clean and ready for sleep, Harry snuggled into Sirius's arms. His godfather chuckled and stroked his hair tenderly. "Did you enjoy yourself, dear one?"

"Yes. Thank you, Sirius," Harry replied in a sleepy but satisfied voice.

Sirius squeezed him gently. "Happy Birthday."

Harry remembered Sirius kissing him gently on the lips before he fell into a deep sleep.

~oOo*oOo~

Harry stretched his limbs lazily the next morning. He felt somewhat strange and tried to remember what he did after his uncle came into his room and told him that Dudley had met with an accident. His eyes flared in surprise and he sat up on his bed quickly. Sirius! He looked at the empty space beside him and he started to tremble. Quite clearly, the bed had an indentation, and it told the teenager that someone had indeed been with him during the night. That's impossible! You must be mad, Harry! You're mad! He started to cry and felt a strange coolness on his chest. He hastily wiped the tears away from his face, slipped his hand beneath his shirt, and felt around. A necklace? Hang on - I don't remember wearing Hermione's gift. He lifted the chain - he could not tell if it was silver or white gold. There was a huge, almost an inch in length, emerald pendant hanging from the chain. He reached for his glasses and put them on.

The gem was fitted onto a white gold casing and he turned it over. He breathed in sharply at the tiny engraved words:

No matter what, I am always with you.

Love, Sirius Black.

Harry smiled and looked out of his bedroom window. Everything was going to be all right. He knew it in his heart now. He was Sirius's and would always remain so.

~oOo*oOo~

The End

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