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Every Wolf's Bane	By : blade-of-the-shadows Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 29234 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 10
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any characters from Harry Potter, all credit goes to Rowling and I do not make any profit from this fanfic

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Whoo, moving right along here, aren’t we?
“Harry—.”
“We have something to—.”
“Ask you about and—.”
“We think it’s really important—.”
“Will you bite us?” The Twins ended in chorus. Harry looked at the two incredulously. It was so sudden. He swallowed.
“Why? Why would you—.”
“Because Harry, we love you.” George said softly. “You’re the only family we have left. We want to be with you, through thick and thin.”
“Yeah, we want to be with you every way we possibly can…” Fred bumped his shoulder.
“But…but…” Harry looked between the two, literal identical expressions on their faces. He licked his lips. “Okay…but I have to do it now, or else my wolf side won’t immediately recognize you and go into attack mode, especially since my mate isn’t here yet.”
The two nodded, sharing a serious yet excited expression. “Got it.”
“And I have to bite hard, even harder than when Fenrir bit me—.” A choked gasp came from the other side of the room, but Harry ignored it. “So it’s going to hurt like a bitch.”
They nodded again. “Yeah.”
“No regrets, right?”
Expressions brightening a fraction, the three shared a grin. Over Harry’s head, Fred and George shared a look. Fred looked down and held his arm out just in front of Harry’s face.
“I’ll go first.”
Harry noticed their look but said nothing. He’d long since noticed that something more than a brotherly relationship between the two. He didn’t care, as long as they were happy. It wasn’t like he could say anything anyway, since by human standards he was fucking his ‘father’. Fenrir was his sire and his mate. Neither could care less. By wolf standards, it wasn’t incest since no true blood was shared between the two.
Harry met Fred’s blue gaze and lowered his mouth to the older man’s arm, teeth already sharper due to the proximity of the full moon. He closed his eyes as his teeth met skin. At first, it was almost the same as biting into his game, until he pierced skin and the blood rushed into his mouth. Human blood was disgusting, unlike animal blood, as his body and taste bloods weren’t meant to take it in. The only time a wolf would willingly and sanely bite a human was if, as Harry was doing, they were changing the human or killing a threat. He bit down hard and fast, eager to get it over with, careful to avoid in major veins. He felt Fred tense and heard him release a painful hiss but didn’t let go until another heartbeat passed; ensuring the collagens in his saliva did their work. Harry released Fred’s arm and licked the excess blood from the wound gently. The collagens in his blood and saliva helped the wound close faster. He turned to George as Fred pulled away and held his arm to his chest.
George swallowed, but dutifully held out his arm. The process repeated and Harry gagged at the overflowing taste of human in his mouth. He quickly, but carefully, licked George’s wounds and stood. Sparing a quick glance out the window, the sun was setting quickly, he rushed to the bathroom and rinsed his mouth out. He used his hand; it took a couple of times to really get the taste out since his hand—his whole body—was trembling in expectation. He rushed back out the bathroom and surveyed the people in the bedroom.
Fred and George sat on the bed, analyzing their nearly healed wounds and glancing out the window with wide eyes. Bryanna glared at all of them sulkily from her little corner across the room. Harry sneered at her and she returned it full force.
“Don’t look at me, you whore.”
“Call me what you want, Bryanna.” Harry’s eyes narrowed and his voice deepened as he channeled his inner Alpha. “But that doesn’t change the fact that when he finds me, he will love and kiss me. But when he finds you…he will gleefully rip you to little pieces.”
Her expression paled even as she scoffed. “Yeah, right. Whatever, whore.”
The Twins suddenly appeared beside him. “Guys…”
They gave a pointed look at the window.
Both Harry and Bryanna looked out the window. Just as they did, the moon peeked out and began to rise into the sky. Harry gasped, back arching in pleasure, as his wolf spirit joined his human one. He could feel the change taking over him faster, smoother, this time and he relished in the now eased feeling it brought. No wonder Fenrir and the pack had no problems. He guessed it just came with experience; the more he did it, the easier and more pleasurable it became. Not but a moment later, the moon now rose and shining in the sky, a raven wolf stood as regal as ever, a grey stripe slithering down his neck.
Hearing pitiful whimpers from across the room, Harry swiveled around and bounded for the two deep red wolves curled around each other and trembling. He approached them slowly, his nose twitching as his own scent, faint but there, evaded his nostrils. The smaller wolf noticed him first and gave a small mewl as he crept towards Harry.
“Harry…”
The raven wolf nuzzled the other affectionately. “George…”
The bigger, and slightly darker red, wolf stood on shaky legs and limped towards him. “I can’t believe it actually worked. Woah…”
Looking between them, Harry could tell that George was a submissive while Fred was a dominant. It was quite unexpected, as the two were the same in every sense possible. He wondered what Fenrir would think of the two new additions to the pack, especially now that they had another submissive.
His mate, who he knew was on his way. He couldn’t wait to present the two to him. They were strong; he could tell. He would beg his mate to let them into the pack and mark them with his scent. Speaking of scents…
His nose twitched again and he let his nose carry him to another wolf who had Fenrir’s scent deep in their skin. He automatically knew the slightly smaller wolf was Bryanna, with her thick, dark brown hair and lithe body. He also knew he was nothing against her, the strongest hunter in the pack. She would rip him to shreds.
Except…there was something wrong with her. She was in her wolf form, convulsing on the floor. Harry stepped closer, and he figured it out as soon as her scent hit him. She was changing, becoming a Loner. Her obvious betrayal of her Alpha forced her out of the pack without the Fenrir’s orders. Harry couldn’t tell which was worse, being tortured to death by an angry Fenrir, or being out-casted for treachery, her scent betraying her as fraudulent.
“Move away from me, you whore.”
In his wolf form, Harry was less lenient to such insults and his fur bristled as he bent his forearms in a crouch.
“Did I hear you correctly, Bryanna? Because I believe you are speaking to an Alpha, and as such, you should watch your tongue. Before I rip it out.” He barked out.
Harry stepped forward and was about bark again, willing the wolf to submit, when a sound distracted him. His ears swiveled towards the window, even as he still looked at the wolf, straining to hear the sound again. There! Challenge forgotten, he bounded for the window and barked madly.
A howl, loud and long, calling for him. It was one lone sound, until many others joined in, calling for him. He didn’t care about the others; only the loudest and most distinctive one from the bunch. Fenrir. He had come. Giddy with excitement, he lifted his muzzle and let out a responsive howl calling his mate to him. Silence. Then another howl, only one.
“I’m coming.”
He barked happily and fell to his fours, yipping like pup and running around the Twins. His mate was coming for him. His mate was on his way. His mate wasn’t that far from him. He couldn’t wait, he couldn’t. But he couldn’t rush out there. His howls must’ve alerted the evil humans of Fenrir’s arrival and Harry didn’t want to be in his mate’s way when he came to kill them. It took everything in him to stop bouncing around and sit his rump down. He counted each second it took his mate to come.
It took Fenrir exactly 300 seconds to arrive.
A shout and a loud thumping had Harry standing and alert. He glanced at the Twins, moving to stand in front of them. They were his children and he had to protect him from his pack’s wrath. He was sure they’d all recognize Bryanna and would go on a killing spree for her blood once they caught it.
A lot more banging down below and he’d had enough. Tossing his head back, Harry let out a loud howl. Only three howls responded, none of them his mate and one unfamiliar, and he was beginning to grow angry. He wanted his mate. He looked at his children, then gave a pointed look at the door. They shared a look.
“George, I think he wants us to figure out a way to get the door open.”
“I agree, Fred. What should we do?”
Harry growled. “On the count of three, we’ll all rush at it. It’s old wood and should break easy.”
The Twins shared a look. “Harry….”
“Three!”
Startled into action, the Twins followed Harry as the raven wolf rushed for the door. At the last second, all three of them turned slightly, so that they ran slightly horizontal and their shoulders were pointed at the door. Harry closed his eyes and braced himself for the impact.
Crack! And the door was open.
Harry was gone immediately, streaking past the Twins and running down the hall. He skidded to a stop at the top of the stairs. Even from his narrow view, he could already see the destruction. Furniture pieces and blood was everywhere. It was mostly human blood; he scrunched his nose at the scent. A wolf streaked by, spurring him into action, and he made his way down the stairs. Half-way down, his impatience grew and he jumped down the rest of the way.
His timing was perfect; he landed on one of the wizards running by, one he just happened to not like in particular. He muzzle lifted in a hard snarl and he bent to tear out the weird smelling, one-eyed man’s throat. He lifted his head as a wolf approached him, pure white and slightly unfamiliar. Then the scent hit him. A mixture of Michal’s, Fenrir’s, and a completely different scent that he only identified with one human.
“Draco.”
The white wolf immediately plunged his nose in Harry’s ruff and took a deep breath, assuring he was fine, before doing the same to his belly, assuring the pup was fine. He barked softly and Draco pulled away to bow low, showing respect. He barked again, licking the muzzle of the white wolf, their fur contrasting severely, and nipped the wolf’s ear affectionately. Draco huffed indignantly and straightened, giving a particularly loud bark. Every wolf stopped fighting and looked towards them. He didn’t care about any of them as he zero’d in on his mate. Fenrir.
The large grey wolf shook his ruff and looked at him with icy grey eyes. He barked and bounded forward, rubbing his muzzle with his mate’s. Fenrir growled softly and licked his muzzle gently. He remembered that his mate was more affectionate as a wolf.
Suddenly Fenrir grunted and whipped around, ripping a silver projectile from his side. His mate flicked his head and quickly sent the hardened silver towards the perpetrator. He darted around his mate and quickly jumped after the silver, landing on the human just as the silver pierced her chest. The human had blinding pink hair, which pissed him off even more for some reason, and he leant down and growled low and menacing into her face. She gave a low squeak and he gave her a wolfy smirk before ripping her throat out. He looked up to see his mate looking on proudly and he bounded over. His mate pushed their heads together, a look promising a later time of heat and much pleasure. He licked his mate’s muzzle slowly.
“Fen, are you okay?”
“I should be askin’ you that. What the hell—?”
Fenrir jerked up just as a streak of dark red passed him. One of the Twins from the room, he realized once he turned around. George was on the ground, one of the silver things protruding from his side. Harry quickly rushed to the wolf’s side, growling when one of his pack mates tried to approach. He only allowed his mate to approach; he needed his mate to recognize the wolf as his childe.
“Fenrir…”
It happened quite easily. Fenrir leaned down to sniff the wounded George, only to jerk away in surprise. His mate looked at him, and he let his tongue loll out in a wolfy smile. Fenrir leaned down and took a deeper sniff, and his head snapped up and he glared at the one who shot the silver. Not only had the dark-skinned human hit George but the intended shot was for Harry. Fenrir leaped over George and landed on the human, claws ripping the human’s chest open. The pack and he watched as his mate tore apart the human. Limbs and blood flew everywhere, but he was unfazed. Only when his mate was down did he look at away, back down at George. Fred had crept in and sat looking worriedly at his Twin.
Carefully grabbing the sliver between his teeth, Harry gently but quickly ripped the projectile from George’s side. The red wolf jerked and gave a low whimper but stilled once Fenrir approached. Harry gave a low bark.
“Fenrir, he is my childe. As is Fred.” His mate snorted but made no move to kill George.
A sudden sound had them all looking at the stairs. Bryanna stood on the last step, looking at the carnage with wide-eyes. Harry was proud; his pack managed to kill all the humans but only suffered light wounds. His mate growled and bunched his muscles, planning to attack the female dominant, but Harry barked and stepped in front of Fenrir.
He used his head to push his mate back, barking furiously over the man-turned-wolf. He gave a particularly loud bark over Fenrir and glared at the grey Alpha. He snapped his jaws together.
“Fenrir, death would be a mercy for her. Smell her scent. She is a Loner now.”
“What do you suggest then, Pup?”
Harry shrugged. “Depends. What do you want to do to her?”
Fenrir eyed the trembling wolf. “For now, nothing. I want you at the moment. We will deal with her at a later time. In the morning, when I can hear what she has to say. Let’s go home, okay?”
“Yeah!” Resounding barks came from the others, making Harry laughing. He was happy. He was safe and with his mate and pack. And he got new pack mates.
~oOo~
Harry groaned when he woke up. The taste of human blood was still in his mouth. He wanted to get up and wash his mouth out, but Fenrir’s arm—like always—was pinning him down. He wriggled experimentally, hoping that for once Fenrir only held him loosely…only to have the man’s arm tighten around him.
“Fenrir.” The man grunted. “FENRIR!”
His mate shot up, growling and looking around wildly. Harry took the chance to slip away and stand. He felt his bones crack with the movement and stretched to rid himself of all the kinks and knots in his muscles. He didn’t turn around to look at Fenrir, already knowing what the man’s face would look like, and instead headed into the adjacent bathroom, butt naked. Last night, he and Fenrir had wild dog sex up in his room before falling asleep, which was why he was so tense after waking up.
“Harry…” Fenrir growled from behind him. He grinned as he stepped inside the bathroom and closed the door, turning the lock.
Fenrir cursed and flew out of the bed, banging on the door. Harry simply ignored him, humming as he grabbed his toothbrush and turned on the sink faucet. He had about a minute or so to brush his teeth before Fenrir busted the door down, which wasn’t nearly enough time, but he would have to make do with.
As predicted, a minute later there was a loud cracking sound and later a boom as the door broke and fell. Fenrir glared at him.
“Pup…” A snarl lifted his mate’s lip.
“Fenrir…Beautiful morning isn’t it?”
The man released a growl and stalked forward. Harry yelped when Fenrir’s claws dug into his exposed skin on his hip above his pants. He heard the man growl in satisfaction and yelped again when Fenrir threw him over the shoulder like a sack of potatoes, but with gentleness and care for the baby. He growled and glared at Fenrir’s bare back.
“Fenrir…” The man growled in response, carrying him out the bathroom. He was in deep shit; that much was clear. Fenrir was severely pissed at him.
Fenrir threw him down on the bed and he shot up with a growl.
“Hey—!” Fenrir pushed him back down on the bed, climbing on top of him. He was going to start complaining at the man when he saw the way his mate’s pupils dilate looking down at him. He licked his lips, hoping they weren’t like that because of anger.
~~Smut
He let out a surprised gasp when Fenrir’s mouth came crashing down on his own, of which his mate took the opportunity to plunge his tongue in, deepening the kiss. Harry moaned and arched into Fenrir, whining when the man pulled away.
“No.” Fenrir forcefully pushed his body back on to the bed. Harry’s brow furrowed in confusion and he blinked when Fenrir pinned both hands above his head. “Be still.”
“Fenrir, wha—?”
“Shut up.” Fenrir growled. Harry licked his lips and swallowed.
Okay, Fenrir was still mad. Pissed actually. And it seemed that he planned on torturing Harry with sex. He groaned when Fenrir ducked down to grab one of Harry’s nipples in his mouth, sucking it lightly and lapping at it with his rough tongue. Harry keened and arched off the bed slightly—not much as Fenrir still had him pinned down. He had seriously sensitive nipples.
Harry swallowed, whimpering. Fenrir used only one hand to pin both of his and used the other to hold his body in place on the bed. He couldn’t move at all. His whimpers grew louder when Fenrir licked a trail up his neck and nibbled on his ear.
“I thought I said shut it.”
“Be still or shut up. You get one or the other, Fenrir.” Harry growled, now sexually frustrated.
The man snarled low and bit his ear. Harry cried out, but it was swallowed by another one of Fenrir’s hard, hot kisses. The kiss was rough and harsh and Harry loved every bit of it, as he always did. Fenrir pulled away and he huffed, trying to wriggle away from under Fenrir’s hand to reach up to him, but his mate’s grip was sure.
He sucked in a gasp when Fenrir ripped his pants off, the cold air hitting his hard, hot cock mercilessly. He didn’t even notice that Fenrir had removed his hand to do so, and that now Harry could move. He only realized it once Fenrir’s hand was back in place; he growled in aggravation and bit his bottom lip. He wanted to cry when Fenrir thrust their pelvises together and he bit straight through his lip at the hot sensation filling his abdomen. He ignored the blood trailing down his chin and whimpered in frustration, closing his eyes.
Fenrir shifted and he felt the man gently lick the blood from his chin, sucking softly at Harry’s lip once he reached his mouth. Harry ignored him and the moan crawling up his throat, pushing down the urge to bite his mate’s lip off. He opened his eyes when Fenrir leaned back and began grinding into Harry ruthlessly, pounding their hips together. He could feel himself trembling and shaking from the urge to move but he couldn’t; Fenrir hadn’t removed his hand. He clenched and unclenched his fists, shaking his head back and forth at the blinding white pleasure filling his body. His eyes rolled to the back of his head when Fenrir returned to his nipples, licking and biting and sucking on them while grinding down onto him.
Harry’s throat worked and he really felt like crying. “Fenrir….” He sobbed. “Fenrir, please.”
The man only sucked and ground harder down. Harry felt a suddenly heat coiling in his lower abdomen and he released another sob. He knew Fenrir could tell when he was going to cum and wouldn’t let him. He tried to make as least obvious as possible, but he couldn’t help reacting to his mate’s actions. He half-screamed, half-growled when Fenrir grabbed the base of his cock just as he tensed up to cum, releasing his hands in the process.
“Fenrir!” He choked out, hands flying out to latch onto Fenrir’s biceps, nails digging into the hard flesh.
“You woke me up, Harry.” The man’s rough voice was muffled by Harry’s skin where his mate’s head was buried in his neck. “I could’ve been asleep right now, but you fuckin’ woke me up.”
Harry sobbed, his aching member throbbing painfully. “Fenrir, please! I’m sorry! Never again, I promise.”
Fenrir stretched up and nibbled on Harry’s ear. “Damn right never again.” He squeezed Harry’s cock tightly, pulling out a choked moan from the raven. “You know better now, don’t you?”
Harry nodded, unable to speak. Fenrir sat up and looked down at him, a thoughtful look on his face. Harry suddenly shot up, back arching, as Fenrir let him go, allowing him to cum. And he did, long and hard; his fingernails dug into Fenrir’s arms, drawing blood. He sighed in relief, slowly sagging back down on the bed, as he leisurely came down from his high. He wriggled when he felt Fenrir’s rough tongue on his stomach, lapping up the hot cum, but also tickling him.
~~
He jumped when someone knocked on the door and Fenrir sat up with a snarl. “Who is it?!”
The door opened and Lance stepped inside, eyes averted from the bed. He cleared his throat, cheeks growing red. “Seth…Seth said the next time you want to show off, you’ll have to…fuck Harry a little harder than that.”
Harry gasped, cheeks growing hot with embarrassment, and stared at Lance with wide, horrified eyes. Fenrir cursed and growled, climbing from his place above Harry. He covered Harry with blankets, grumbling about ‘fucking stupid assed pack being nosy’.
“Alright, we’ll be down in a moment.”
Lance nodded and left. Harry turned to glare at Fenrir, hot anger building in his chest, ready to explode any moment. Fenrir knew this, which was why he was quick to put on his clothes strewn across the floor. Harry’s face reddened further, now with anger, and he clenched his teeth in a snarl.
“Fenrir!” Fenrir winced, knowing he was in for a long bout of yelling. Once Harry got going, you had to let him get it all out, or else he’ll get angrier. Fenrir’s threats didn’t even stop him. Harry took a deep breath.
~oOo~
It wasn’t till thirty minutes later when Harry and Fenrir came down; the former with a sore throat and the latter with a loud ringing in his ears. The pack was crowded in the living room, laughing at something the Twins said when they walked in. Everyone looked up and a second passed before the whole pack started laughing again. Minus Remus, who began to look sick.
Harry scowled, growling low in his throat. Fenrir backed up his growl with a deeper one, shutting them up. He glanced at Harry, who turned his head away and made his way to sit in between the Twins. He glared, turning it on Seth, who yelped as he was grabbed by the hair and dragged out by Fenrir as the pack—minus Remus again—laughed, knowing why. Harry’s heart ached to give his mate the silent treatment, but Fenrir needed to learn that Harry wasn’t going to just bow under him so easily and whimper and submit to everything he said.
The best way Harry knew to do that was to show Fenrir that he wasn’t as afraid of him as the man wanted him to be and showing just how strong his will was. Harry might’ve been a submissive, but he had a dominant personality and having a scary mate wasn’t going to change that any time soon.
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