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Lunaticus Book Three: New Moon Rising	By : JBankai89 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Remus Views: 12595 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: In my ridiculous need to please everyone, I said, fuck it, and decided to do both an early update and a companion piece. Enjoy, and thank you guys so, so, so, so much for following this fic, for keeping it going over this past year, you're all amazing. I also find it kind of amazing that this also coincides with the 20th Anniversary of the publication of Philosopher's Stone so Happy Harry Potter Day, everyone!
Chapter Ten – Slipping

In the days preceding Harry's second full moon, Harry felt as though he was treading in much more familiar waters than he had before. Because he had been spending so much time with Ulrich recently, he was once again subject to all the delightful idiosyncrasies that came with it having a dominant werewolf for a significant other—in particular, their tendencies for a heightened sex drive.

Harry was far from the only sub to be dragged off by their mate or courting partner at this time, but it was still a bit of a strange concept for him—albeit a pleasant one nonetheless. Despite this, he did garner a sense of sick satisfaction from watching Remus break whatever he was holding when Ulrich came to him. Harry would not bother to hide his smile when he allowed Ulrich to sweep him away, and would wander back some time later looking decidedly well-shagged

Of course, as with many things, looks can be deceiving. Despite all appearances, he hadn't actually done anything with his dominant yet, save for some very enthusiastic snogging and groping. Harry had yet to work out exactly how he felt about the snail's pace in which their physical relationship was going, because though he understood that Ulrich was doing it so as to not feel as though he was pushing Harry into anything, with the oncoming moon, it left Harry feeling less appreciative of his actions, and more blindingly frustrated.

The night before the full moon, just barely at dusk, Harry was chatting animatedly with some of his pupils, and let out a small grunt of surprise as Ulrich suddenly linked his arms around Harry's waist, and he tickled the side of the submissive's throat with his nose as he scented him.

The teenagers all giggled when Harry felt himself go very red, and without a word stood and followed Ulrich's lead away from the others.

In his peripheral vision, Harry saw Remus storm off in the opposite direction.

“You smell so good right now,” Ulrich growled, and nipped at his throat as they passed into the cabin. “The oncoming moon makes you smell...fuck, so good.”

Laughing a little, Harry turned in his arms and got up on his toes to kiss him. Ulrich pulled Harry flush against him, and he did not miss the distinctive, sizable bulge that pressed into his thigh. Harry knew that he needed to cool things off before they got too far, given that despite the impression he was determined to give his ex, he did not feel ready to go further, and he pressed both hands against Ulrich's chest as he broke the kiss.

“Remus, wait, I—” Harry cut himself off, the name slipping out before he even realized what he was saying, and his eyes widened with shock and horror at what he had said as at the same moment Ulrich's expression immediately flooded with hurt. His tight hold on Harry slackened a bit, and Harry felt his anguish at his crass mistake become even more pronounced.

“Oh, God, Ulrich, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean—”

“—this was too soon, wasn't it?” Ulrich interrupted, his voice a little hoarse. “I approached you too soon, and you still...it was too soon.”

“No, no,” Harry said, his hold on the other man tightening when it seemed as though Ulrich was going to pull away. “It was a slip of the tongue, I swear, that's all. I want to be with you, not him.”

Ulrich appeared as though he didn't wholly believe Harry, and regarded him with a wary, hurt look. Harry got up on his toes again, wrapped his arms around Ulrich's neck, and kissed him hard. The dominant's hold on him remained loose, and there was an unpleasant chill in the air that had nothing to do with the air temperature.

When the kiss ended, Ulrich pulled back and walked out of the cabin, his shoulders slumped.

Harry watched him go, a knot settling in the pit of his stomach, and he slid down the wall to settle in a position somewhere between sitting and a jumbled heap. Guilt gnawed at him, and he found himself once again at a loss for what to do.

He wanted Ulrich, he really did.

Then why did I say his name? Harry wondered, and winced again at the memory of it.

I was with Remus for ages, then I practically jumped into a relationship with Ulrich, he thought, it was just a slip of the tongue, that's all it was.

Harry got up and crossed the cabin to the bed, and lay down with a soft sigh. Ulrich's scent was comforting, like a hot cup of tea on a rainy day. He hugged one of the pillows to his chest and closed his eyes, while he prayed that Ulrich wouldn't kick him out when he came back after calming down.

Sometime later, Harry felt the distinctive shift of someone joining him on the bed, and he feigned sleep as Ulrich drew him close with a soft, sad sigh.

“I suppose I'm not the keeper of your heart, am I, Harry?”

The whispered rhetorical question was followed by another solemn sigh, and Harry shivered a little when he felt Ulrich's large hand run down the length of his body, as though mapping out the shape of him. Harry pressed his cheek against the man's bare chest and kept his eyes tightly shut. Ulrich folded Harry into his arms, and held onto him like a child would cling to a beloved toy, and Harry trembled as he tried to fight off the gnawing guilt at how one simple word could wedge them apart so effectively.

~*~

The following morning, Harry was the first to wake up.

In sleep, Ulrich looked incredibly peaceful; his dark brown hair was fanned over his sun-kissed shoulder, his strong jaw and his sharp features spoke of power even in his restful state. Once again, Harry felt a twist of guilt in his gut for what he had accidentally said.

He's been so good to me, Harry thought miserably, how could I have said that?

Harry reached forward, his fingers ghosting over the messy locks, and moved up his chest to his stubbled cheek, but did not actually touch him, and merely drank in the look of him. It still amazed Harry how much Ulrich had done for him, and how long he had waited to make a move—and how protective he was.

Ulrich's attack on Remus bloomed into his mind, and Harry shivered.

Is it wrong that I sort of feel like Remus deserves it? Harry wondered, his fingers dropping to Ulrich's hair again as he twisted a stray lock between his fingers, when did I become so...vindictive?

“Enjoying the view?”

The sudden voice made Harry jump a little, and he refocused his gaze on Ulrich, who was smirking at him in a confident, self-satisfied sort of way.

“Just thinking,” Harry replied with a small shrug.

“About us?” Ulrich asked, and Harry nodded. The dominant leant in and brushed his lips over Harry's, and Harry readily returned it, his whole body relaxing when he felt Ulrich curl an arm around him and pull him closer, revelling in the way the scent and feel of Ulrich enveloped him so completely.

“I'm sorry, Harry,” Ulrich murmured, his breath tickling Harry's slightly damp lips. “For how I reacted, I mean. It's just...I care about you so much, and that...it hurt.”

“I didn't mean it,” Harry said at once, and winced at how juvenile that explanation sounded. “I really didn't. It was like...a muscle memory thing, you know? He's just on my mind a lot because of him being here is just...stressing me out.”

“That, I think, is sort of obvious,” Ulrich replied with a small chuckle. “Remus's presence here isn't easy for me, either,” he continued as his arms tensed around Harry possessively, “I know you two have history—a lot of history. You were with him a long time, and he utterly fucked you up. Everyone could see it when you got here...you were so...damaged. You were nothing like the strong, confident person I'd met before.”

“I'm not that strong,” Harry mumbled sheepishly as an embarrassed flush began to creep up his neck, “I just...I get lucky.”

“You're stronger than you know, Harry,” Ulrich said softly, a lifted a large hand to cradle Harry's cheek. “I think that's what endeared me to you in the first place. You never back down from a challenge; you never run away; you never sit idly by and wait for someone else to do something—you always do it yourself. And you refuse to give in to anyone or anything.” Ulrich paused, and leant in to kiss Harry once before he continued. “What Remus put you through would have broken a lesser man. But you...you survived it. I am in constant awe of you.”

Harry felt his face grow very warm, but instead of being given an opportunity to answer, Ulrich chuckled and drew Harry closer to him. Harry felt his breath catch a little as Ulrich kissed him deeply, and he lifted his hands to the dominant's chest, where they curled into fists, uncertain whether or not he wanted to stop him.

Ulrich's hands slid down Harry's back and moved to rest at his hips, toying with the fabric of the jeans that he'd slept in, and the action reminded Harry very much of a diver rocking back and forth on their toes as they prepared to jump. His desire seemed to win out, and Ulrich's hands slipped beneath the garment to cup Harry's arse, giving it a small squeeze.

Harry shivered, the rough hands feeling very much like Remus's had, and Harry swallowed a curse of frustration. He did not want to be thinking of him, and especially not now.

In an effort to focus on the actual person that held him, Harry made sure to keep his eyes open as he focused on the scent of Ulrich, and how different it was from Remus's, and pressed his arse back into Ulrich's big hands.

With the Moon barely twelve hours away, Ulrich's control over his sexual desires was tenuous, at best, and the silent show of consent spurred Ulrich forward, and he devoured Harry's mouth with his own.

Harry arched himself up, pressing the length of his body into Ulrich's, and felt a distinctive—and alarmingly large—bulge pressing into his thigh.

Well, he's not beta for nothing...Harry thought dazedly, his breath catching as Ulrich withdrew his hands from Harry's jeans, and moved to the front of them to yank the buttons open. Harry, meanwhile, reached down to the front of the thin pants Ulrich had worn to bed, and gave the enormous cock a squeeze.

“Jesus, what d'you call that thing...The Bum Cleaver?” Harry asked before he could completely think through the words, and Ulrich snorted loudly.

“Wow, Harry, way to ruin the moment.”

“What, you mean that's not a compliment?” Harry asked with a grin, and Ulrich closed the distance between them again, leaning in to nip, kiss, and suckle at Harry's throat, eliciting a soft gasp from him, the attentions going straight to his groin.

“Not that I mind you complimenting my cock size,” Ulrich murmured before he trailed his tongue from the hollow of Harry's throat, up to his jaw, then along the edge of the bone until he came upon his lips, and kissed him lightly, “but I would never cleave you. You'll take all of me, and you'll love it. No cleaving involved, I promise.”

“Hmm...but what if I want to be cleaved?” Harry asked, arching his hips a little so that his own erection brushed against Ulrich's through the thin fabric of their undergarments, eliciting a small groan from him.

“Are you telling me that you like it rough?” Ulrich asked, the dominant werewolf trembling a little as Harry's wayward hand travelled down his front and fumbled until his cock was freed of its confines, and Harry closed his hand around it. Despite his teasing, he could not deny that Ulrich was huge. His hand was presently coiled around the middle of the shaft, and his thumb and middle fingers just barely brushed together. When they did finally have sex, Harry was quite certain that he'd feel it for a week—minimum.

“I'm telling you I want to be able to feel you afterwards. If you're too gentle with me, I won't get my wish,” Harry replied, his mouth twitching onto a small grin as he began to stroke the length in his hand, and Ulrich tilted his head back as he groaned a little. Harry opened his mouth to speak again, but in place of words, a shuddering moan escaped him as Ulrich reached down, freed Harry's own cock from his pants, and ground his hips forward to rub their twin stiffys together.

Harry whimpered, and bowed his head forward a little as his hips twitched, lost in the pleasure that Ulrich was giving to him. The dominant held Harry close, his breathing ragged as his movements picked up. Harry let out a soft cry as he came first, and Ulrich a moment later with a soft, pleasure-filled grunt.

Ulrich immediately lifted his wand as if to clean up the mess, but Harry's hand on his wrist stopped him short.

“Allow me,” Harry said softly, and slid down the length of the bed before Ulrich could ask, and proceeded to clean up his and Ulrich's dual messes with his tongue.

“Oh, fuck, Harry...” Ulrich moaned, and Harry grinned, his tongue flicking over Ulrich's hard abdomen, over his flaccid cock (which was quickly reasserting itself), and Harry was all too happy to close his mouth over the cock head, and tried to swallow the large member.

Harry found it a bit disappointing that he could barely fit one third of the thing in his mouth, much less his throat, and even relaxing and covertly rubbing at his throat wasn't quite enough to manage it, but if Ulrich's unsteady breathing and string of expletives were any indication, he didn't mind very much.

Harry bobbed his head awkwardly, his hand closed over the part of the shaft that he couldn't fit into his mouth, and continued to try and work more of the cock into his throat, with little success. His attentions were still enough to leach another orgasm from the dominant, and as Harry pulled back, making a crude pop sound as he withdrew the softening cock from his mouth, he grinned up at Ulrich, looking as pleased as a cat with a bowl of cream.

“Bit of a come-slut, aren't you?” Ulrich purred, his smooth tone marred slightly by his heavy breathing. Before Harry could respond to the rhetorical question however, Ulrich slid down just as Harry had, and mirrored his actions enthusiastically.

Unlike Harry, Ulrich had no problem swallowing Harry to the root, hollowed his cheeks and sent Harry spiralling into a pleasure-filled oblivion. His hips jerked weakly into Ulrich's mouth, as Ulrich lifted one of his hands to toy with Harry's balls. This small move was Harry's undoing, and came with a sharp cry.

Harry lay back in an awkward spreadeagled position as Ulrich pulled back and crawled up his form with a grin on his face. He blanketed Harry's body with his own, and kissed him lightly.

“Come on,” Ulrich murmured against Harry's mouth, “after that, we're both gonna need a bath.”

“I dunno...” Harry replied with a fatigued, impish grin, “I kinda like the idea of wandering around the territory reeking of you.”

“Is this about reminding a certain someone to whom you belong?” Ulrich asked as he arched a brow, and Harry felt himself flush, though he wasn't certain whether that was because of how transparent he was, or Ulrich's phrasing.

“Maybe...” Harry replied as he looked away from him, “...does that make me an awful person?”

“I'm not sure you're capable of being an awful person, Harry,” Ulrich said as he chuckled, “more like...fed up of repeating yourself?” Ulrich drew Harry's attention back to him with a kiss. “Besides, even with a bath, today of all days it'll be pretty obvious what we've been up to; everyone's senses are heightened so they'll all be able to smell it. If you come bathe with me it'll just be...it won't be as strong.”

The hint behind the words of bathe with me hung in the air between them, and Harry could already feel his cock stirring again. Harry grinned and Ulrich mirrored the expression; in a flash, they were up and hurrying towards the bath at the back of his cabin.

~*~

“Smells like someone had a good morning,” Tavish teased as Harry wandered towards the breakfast circle, and he grinned sheepishly.

“Is it that obvious?” Harry asked, and his friend grinned.

“Even if you weren't wearing our fair beta's scent like a cologne, the look on your face says it all,” Tavish said with a grin, and clapped Harry on the shoulder. “C'mon, food, then I want to hear every dirty detail.”

Tavish steered him towards the food tent, and Harry kept his eyes forward as they walked, forcing himself to ignore Remus as he passed him by, and the stricken, heartbroken look he saw cross the older man's face when he caught wind of the scent that clung to Harry's flesh.

He deserves it, Harry thought as he swallowed thickly and accepted a bowl of cooked meats and roasted potatoes from one of the subs in the tent, and refused to acknowledge that niggling sense of guilt that had surfaced at the back of his mind as he followed Tavish to a spot away from the others before he began to press him for the details of his morning.

“So, spill,” Tavish said thickly around a mouthful of potato, he reminding Harry in that moment of a brunet and werewolf version of Ron. “What'd you do? What'd he do? 'Cause it's obvious that you haven't done it yet.”

“How d'you mean it's obvious that we haven't fucked yet?” Harry asked, blurting out the question before he could really think it through, and he felt his face colour a little. Tavish grinned.

“One, because we'd all be able to smell it. And two, because you're walking normally. No one has the bollocks to admit it, but Ulrich is sort of known as being even bigger than...” Tavish trailed off, and jerked his head minutely in the direction of the alpha. Harry dropped his fork.

“No way. Seriously?”

“Yep,” Tavish replied with a grin, while Harry picked his form back up. “But, of course, no one is stupid enough to say it out loud. Except me, apparently.”

“Yeah, well, as the alpha's consort you could probably get away with it...unless you're looking for excuses to make the alpha punish you.”

“God,” Tavish said as he snorted, “we've definitely had a bad influence on you. You were never this crude when you came to us two months ago.”

“Er, thanks? I think?” Harry asked, and the pair laughed.

“You're welcome!” Tavish chirped, and Harry grinned.

Harry passed the day alternating between wandering around on his own and spending his time with either Tavish or Ulrich. The kids were far too excited by the impending moon to sit down and study with Harry, and he had given up trying to make them sit still after about fifteen minutes, when it became obvious that it was something of a lost cause. On his alone time, Harry was always careful to stay in plain view of the rest of the pack; he wasn't ignorant to the hungry look that Remus carried when he looked at him. It was both angry and sad, and Harry was sure that this close to the full moon, if Remus caught him alone, there was no telling what he might do.

“Don't be so dramatic,” Tavish said with a dismissive wave of his hand over dinner when Harry shared his worries with the fellow sub. “Doms can be pigheaded around the Moon, but they aren't blind slaves to their desires. If he consciously wanted to do something like that to you, he would do it. But I would hope his moral code is above that of a sex-crazed beast.”

“Yeah,” Harry replied distantly as he shifted his gaze to Remus, sitting alone and patiently waiting for the others to finish eating before he got up for his share, “sometimes I wonder.”

~*~

As evening began to draw closer, Harry, upon catching sight of Ulrich returning from his rounds, hurried over to the dominant, grabbed his hand, and gave it a small tug.

“C'mon, I need to talk to you before Hermione gets here,” he said, and Ulrich followed him willingly.

“I need to talk to you too, so that's fine,” Ulrich replied as they moved, and the pair fell into silence until they'd reached Ulrich's cabin and slipped inside.

“You see—”

“About tonight—”

Both men had started speaking at the same time, and they both broke off with a laugh.

“Go ahead, Harry,” Ulrich said, “you first.”

“Well, the thing is, Hermione's coming back to the territory tonight for the moon, and she's a dominant, but she has this—er, habit, I guess, of sort of tackle-hugging me, and I was just, er, worried that you might misinterpret that as a claim or something, when it's just sort of...how she is.”

Ulrich smiled warmly, but it was different than his usual smiles that he directed at Harry. This one seemed a little bit different, like he was a little puppy who had done something cute and funny, though Harry wasn't sure if he should be offended or not by the expression he saw there.

“We all remember last moon,” Ulrich replied with a note of reassurance in his voice, “a few of the older subs panicked when she launched herself at you, but we all sort of knew that it was a friends thing, and that we didn't need to worry.” Ulrich paused, his expression shifting to thoughtful, and he reached down to squeeze Harry's hand. “I'm not completely sure how I'll be with you after moonrise, though”

“How d'you mean?”

“Well, we're still courting,” Ulrich explained, “we're not a mated pair. Because of that, in their wolf state some other dominants may feel like you're fair game, and try to court you.” He grimaced, and his hand tightened over Harry's. He had a feeling that when Ulrich had said some other dominants, what he really meant was Remus. “Because of that, well...I know that you don't like the dominant and submissive dynamics within the pack, but I beg you, Harry, to please stay close to me tonight. It's for your safety, no other reason.”

The request was a weighted one for Harry. The concept of allowing himself to be dominated in any capacity still did not sit well with him, and Ulrich's timid request had successfully tied his stomach in knots. Logically, he knew that Ulrich would never ask this of him without a genuine reason, not just to exert his power, but still he balked at it.

“I'll—I'll try. Ulrich, I know you mean well, but...it's still hard for me,” Harry replied, and Ulrich smiled warmly.

“After what you've been through, I'd be more concerned if you were completely accepting to it,” Ulrich said, and brushed a soft kiss against Harry's temple, then his lips. “I promise I won't go...overboard, I believe is the term.”

Harry shifted his hand in Ulrich's and gave it a small squeeze.

“I trust you.”
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