Title: Love Hurts Trilogy—Part 3: Love Mars

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Site: https://www.angelfire.com/tv2/firebird_ascending/

Author: Constant Vigilance

Disclaimer: JK Rowling is God. I own nothing.

Distribution: Sure. Just lemme know where my baby’s going.

Spoilers: Book Five.

Summary: Love according to Lucius Malfoy.

Pairing: Harry/Sirius, Lucius/Sirius

Warnings: Non con, mindfucking, bestiality

Harry couldn’t understand why Sirius ignored him. The dark haired man moved up next to Lucius and nuzzled into the blonde’s shoulder. Lucius absently patted the former Gryffindor on the head and smiled down at Harry. “Hello, Mr. Potter,” came the velvety tones of his captor. “I brought you a surprise this day.” He tilted his head slightly to allow Sirius to lick at the long pale column of his neck.

“I spent many an hour doing research,” he continued through the distraction, even though Harry’s eyes were locked on his godfather. “Finally, I found the spell that would free a soul trapped behind the veil.” He frowned slightly. “Strange how it is that I, his sworn enemy, would risk so much to rescue him and you, his godson, would just let him molder away in death.”

Harry flinched, but refused to look at Lucius. “Do you know what happens to a person when they are trapped behind the veil, Mr. Potter?” Lucius didn’t wait for an answer. “One loses their mind, slowly and painfully.” Another flinch. “When one comes out, they are like children. Or kicked dogs.” Lucius laughed. “Or in the case of your animagus godfather, both would be applicable.”

“The rescued soul is so easily manipulated, so easily taught whatever his rescuer wishes him to know.” Harry finally looked at Lucius…and then wished he hadn’t. The depraved smile on his lips did not bode well for what lessons were taught to Sirius.

“Sirius,” Harry called, determined to ignore Lucius again. “Sirius, please. You have to remember who I am. You have to remember how it was. Please! Help me,” he begged. He was surprised when Sirius pulled away from Lucius to snarl at him.

“Why? Why would you want me to remember the pain?” he demanded, a fanatic light in his eye. “Why would you want me to remember the pain that you caused?” Harry stared in shock as Sirius stepped away from Lucius and began to slink towards Harry. “Did you know that you have been the cause of all the pain and the death of everyone I’ve ever cared for?”

Harry shook his head helplessly, but Sirius wouldn’t stop. “Because of you,” he hissed, “James and Lily are dead. Had you never been born, Harry, James and Lily would be safe, loved, protected and with Remus and Peter and me. Peter would never have felt left out of the loop. He never would have gone to the Dark Lord. We could have saved him, Harry, if only everyone hadn’t been so caught up in you.”

Tears began rolling down Harry’s face, but Sirius continued. “If you’d never been born, Peter would never have turned. If you’d never been born, James and Lily would be alive. If you’d never been born, I never would have been locked in Azkaban. I wouldn’t have spent 12 years slowly losing my mind and my soul, Harry.”

Sirius squatted beside a silently weeping Harry. “If you’d never been born, Harry, Ron wouldn’t have nearly been killed in his first year of school. Ginny wouldn’t have been possessed, nearly sacrificed. Because of you, Harry, you and your damndable birth…Remus would never have lost the respect of the wizarding community, never been forced into seclusion, been trapped living in squalor and hate.”

Every word cut at Harry’s heart. Every glare tore open his soul. “Cedric died, Harry,” Sirius taunted. “Remember? He died because of you. Voldemort was brought back because of you, Harry. Because of your cursed gift of flesh and blood. Hundreds of people, Harry…hundreds have died since you brought him back. And hundreds more will die.”

“You are the cause of misery in so many people’s lives, Harry. How do you live with yourself? How does it feel knowing that your very existence causes others pain and heartache?” A sob burst from Harry’s throat, but Sirius ignored it. “You’re nothing, Harry. You’re no one. You’re an animal to put down.” He smirked evilly. “Might as well treat you like an animal, then.”

Sirius leaped at Harry, shoving him onto his back, and transformed. Harry tried to buck him off but froze when his godfather snapped razor sharp teeth millimeters from his face. Sirius tucked his nose under Harry’s side and shoved. Harry, bewildered and terrified, rolled with it and lay on his stomach.

Unable to see anymore, the trepidation tensed his muscles up until he nearly cramped. He felt Padfoot’s fur brush across his back and then a cold nose poked between his arse cheeks and he yelped. A moment later the nose burrowed under his balls and lifted his hips up into the air. He thought about fighting, but then Padfoot growled again and Harry just closed his eyes against the tears.

He felt a warm length press against his arse and slide into the crease. Just as he gave thanks that the hardness felt smaller than any cock he’d ever seen, it was shoved past the ring of muscle, tearing at his tight pucker. Harry bit his lip against the scream and resolved to just lie quietly until it was over. Then he realized that the thin length of Padfoot’s cock was swelling.

It grew larger and larger until Harry was sure he would split in two, and then Padfoot began thrusting. The dog pistoned rapidly, not even moving far out of Harry to do it, but going faster than Harry had ever believed possible. And the worst part? He was starting to get hard. The thickened length was rubbing against his prostate with disturbing regularity.

Not long after he felt the cool touch of the floor on his extended cock, Padfoot shuddered and came…in gallons. The animagus kept pulsing and throbbing, and with each new pulse, a gout of cum poured from his cock, filling Harry to near bursting. When the last pulse stopped, Harry sighed in relief…too soon. Padfoot gave a whuff that sounded remarkably like a laugh and pulled his cock out.

Much to Harry’s surprise and horror, Padfoot didn’t come out. The swelling refused to pull out past the smaller ring of Harry’s arse muscle. However, it raked soundly against Harry’s prostate. He moaned and heard Lucius begin laughing behind them. Padfoot continued to tug his cock against Harry’s prostate until the boy was seeing stars. Searing heat began to collect in Harry’s gut and his cock wept into the pool of his own precum collecting on the floor.

Finally, it was just too much. Harry came with a scream, his arse clenching around the dog’s swollen penis and his own cock jerking with the force of his orgasm. As he collapsed against the floor, he felt Padfoot finally slip out. The dog whuffed again and Harry looked up just in time to catch a face full of urine as Padfoot hiked his leg and pissed.

Padfoot then turned tail and trotted back to his master, changing form halfway across the room. Harry lay, tears leaking from his eyes and rolling in piss and cum, as Sirius knelt before Lucius Malfoy and carefully undid the blond man’s trousers. He watched as Sirius worshiped the pale column of flesh jutting from a bed of crisp blonde curls. He stared into Lucius’ eyes…grey, mocking and cold as Sirius worked Lucius into an orgasm.

He couldn’t turn away as Sirius pulled away and let Lucius cum over his face. He wanted to throw up as the animagus rubbed the cum into his flesh and smiled up at the blonde as if Lucius had hung the moon. He knew that the impossible had finally happened as Sirius sighed contentedly and said, “I love you, Master.”

Harry had broken.

Lucius patted Sirius on the head and sent him out of the room. When the door shut behind him, Lucius turned back to Harry with a wicked smile. “Ah, love. Sometimes, the present mars one’s memories of it, wouldn’t you say…Harry?”