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Lunaticus Book Three: New Moon Rising	By : JBankai89 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Remus Views: 12599 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: Gratuitous smut! Yay! Next update will be July 21^st.
Chapter Thirteen – Interlude

Harry grunted a little as he was pressed back into the door of their cabin. Though there was an unsettling air of familiarity to the position, the calming scent of Ulrich that enveloped him, paired with the soft, comforting sounds of the territory that filled the air helped Harry to keep from falling into bad memories. A thick, muscled thigh pressed against his groin, and Harry grabbed onto Ulrich to pull him into a bruising kiss.

“P-planning to re-stake your claim?” Harry panted against his mouth, and moaned softly when Ulrich's thigh pressed more firmly against Harry's slowly hardening cock.

“Oh, I'm planning a little more than that,” Ulrich purred before he nipped at Harry's lower lip, then half-dragged the sub towards the bed.

Another grunt escaped Harry as he toppled down onto the mattress, and in an instant the larger man was on him. Despite the ferocity of his movements, when Ulrich next leant in to kiss Harry, this time it was gentle and tender, as though he believed that Harry was made of glass.

“Ulrich...” Harry keened as he arched up, but the beta merely answered his plea with a chuckle, and pressed a hand to his shoulder to gently pin him to the mattress.

“Patience, Harry,” Ulrich murmured, and kissed him again, “I want you to remember this.”

“I have a feeling I'll remember it for at least a week, no matter how fast or slow you go,” Harry replied with a faint smirk, and Ulrich snorted.

“I'm sure you will, but that's not exactly what I meant.”

Harry knew that, and his smirk softened to a small smile as he arched up to kiss the dominant, more tenderly this time.

“I know,” Harry replied softly, “you're too good to me, you know.”

“No one's good enough for you, Harry,” Ulrich replied softly, his hand trailing from his shoulder, down his front, and under the hem of Harry's shirt as he spoke, “you do nothing for your own gain. You're completely selfless. You don't ever hesitate in protecting others, you're just good for good's sake, no other reason. How could I even begin to compare to that?”

“Well, you get an O for effort,” Harry replied softly, his face pink from the string of compliments. “You're selling yourself short, though. You're...you're...you're my salvation, Ulrich,” Harry said, and Ulrich snorted. “No, I mean it. After everything with—” Harry broke off and shook his head, unwilling to say his name, not when they were in bed together like this. “You put me back together again. I'll always be indebted to you for that.”

Ulrich did not answer, but leant down to kiss Harry once before he gave the shirt a small tug, and Harry lifted his arms to allow it to be stripped off. Ulrich was rarely one to bother with top garments, and today was no exception. Harry reached up and mapped the sea of hard muscle with his fingertips, and smiled every time one twitched under the light touch.

The dominant's mouth migrated from Harry's, to press a trail of kisses along his jaw, down the side of his throat, and to his chest. The touches were so gentle that it felt more like someone trailing a feather across his skin, and Harry shuddered as Ulrich's mouth travelled to his left nipple, and closed over it. Harry moaned and arched his back, the sensation shooting straight to his groin like an electric shock.

“Ulrich...” Harry moaned his name while his hand moved to thread though his thick dark locks, and Harry felt a distinct vibration against his chest that gave him the impression that Ulrich was laughing.

“You're so impatient,” Ulrich teased as he gave Harry's hardening nipple one final lick, then moved to the opposite one.

“No I'm not, you're a tease...oh!” Harry gasped as one of Ulrich's hands slipped between his thighs and gave his cock a gentle squeeze.

“I want you to enjoy yourself, I don't want this to be over in thirty seconds,” Ulrich murmured, his mouth not leaving the expanse of Harry's chest for long, and he proceeded to suckle the nipple he had been aiming for, and Harry moaned again.

“Oh, I'm definitely enjoying myself,” Harry panted as he rocked his hips into Ulrich's hand, which was still lightly gripping his cock, but not stimulating it. “I'd enjoy it more if you'd bloody well get on with it.”

Ulrich chuckled again, and rose up to kiss Harry lightly.

“Impatient,” he said.

“Tease,” Harry countered.

Ulrich bowed forward to kiss him again, but this time, Harry wasn't having it. He reached up and pushed on Ulrich's shoulder, silently telling him to roll over.

Ulrich complied at once, and appeared somewhat surprised by Harry's actions as the sub climbed onto him and straddled his waist. He rocked his hips, grinding his erection against Ulrich's and earned himself a pleasing groan from his dominant. Harry's eyes hungrily took in the veritable feast of sun-kissed flesh before him, the sparkling intensity of Ulrich's dark, lustful eyes, and the elegant way his dark locks fanned across the pillow that he lay upon while he gazed at Harry with unabashed love and desire.

Harry shifted up a little to kiss Ulrich once, more roughly than Ulrich had kissed him, and after a moment he reluctantly broke the kiss, and proceeded to lick, bite, and kiss his way along the man's strong jaw, and down the side of his throat. Ulrich shiver under his touch, and lifted a hand to rest on Harry's hip, his callused thumb rubbing small circles against the bone.

The small touch was making it a little hard for Harry to concentrate, paired with the confusing werewolf instincts that were surging through him at the same time. He could feel his inner wolf positively balking at the domineering position of Harry on top of Ulrich, and it trying to push Harry into letting Ulrich take control, but he forced himself to ignore it—he'd had enough of being that person. He was sub, he couldn't change that, but he wasn't so submissive that it bordered on passive.

Ulrich did not seem to be complaining about Harry's decision to take control either, as a string of soft curses and appreciative moans escaped him while Harry continued to kiss, nip, and lick his way down Ulrich's heavily muscled chest, pausing to tweak Ulrich's nipples and tease them just as he had on Harry, and only slowed to a stop when he reached the top of Ulrich's trousers. Harry rested a hand over his gargantuan cock, and looked up at his partner.

“Do you know the bone-resetting charm?” Harry asked, and Ulrich blinked in confusion.

“Er, yes...why?”

“Because there's every chance that I might break my jaw on your cock,” Harry explained with a small smirk, and Ulrich snorted, while an attractive pink flush rose in his cheeks.

“I'm not that big,” he replied, still chuckling a little at Harry's roundabout compliment, “but if it makes you feel better, I know both that charm and the one for dislocations.”

Harry offered Ulrich a grin, then proceeded to very slowly unbutton the dominant's jeans, pull down the zip, and extracted the thick, heavy cock.

It seemed almost bigger than Harry remembered; thick and long, with a pearlescent droplet of precome leaking from its tip. Though Harry hadn't even begun to do anything yet, Ulrich was already panting hard, and he was staring up at Harry with a pleading look in his eye.

Not one to deny Ulrich—or himself—the pleasure, Harry bent forward and closed his mouth over the tip. Ulrich hissed and his hips twitched feebly, as though he wanted to thrust forward and tried to hold himself back at the same time.

Amused by the reaction, Harry slowly began to take more of Ulrich's massive cock into his mouth. Though he would have liked to immediately (try) and swallow the whole thing, he had to admit that teasing the dominant was too much fun for him to want to try and rush it. Beneath him, Ulrich was letting out a number of soft groans, and he reached down to rest a hand at the back of Harry's neck, though he applied no pressure, and merely encouraged him to continue.

The head of Ulrich's cock bumped Harry's uvula, and he grinned inwardly (his mouth far too full to do it literally) as he took a breath, forced his throat to stay relaxed, and proceeded to swallow him further.

The sensation of his throat convulsing around Ulrich's cock seemed to be almost too much for the dominant, and his hips thrust forward almost of their own accord, and he slid an inch or two farther in. Harry choked a little, and he heard Ulrich curse and utter something that could have been an apology, but Harry was to focused on the task at hand to really listen all that closely.

Once Harry had managed to swallow him to the root, he paused for a moment to acclimate his throat to the sensation before he drew back, took another breath, and swallowed him again. Slowly, he began to bob his head, interspersing it with soft gasps of air, while his own hard, aching cock made a rather embarrassing stain on the front of his jeans.

Beneath him, Ulrich had begun to moan his name like a chant or a prayer, and he shuddered as he tried to keep still. After a few moments, he gripped Harry's shoulder, and gave it a small tug. It took Harry a second to realize that Ulrich wanted him to stop, and he reluctantly pulled back, and the cock escaped his mouth with an audible, wet, pop!

“Did I do something wrong?” Harry asked, his voice very hoarse from the abuse he had just put his throat through, and Ulrich chuckled as he pulled Harry in for another kiss.

“Oh, no, Harry, absolutely not,” he replied, then kissed him again, this time his tongue extending a little to trace Harry's lips, and Harry immediately opened his mouth to taste Ulrich as thoroughly as Ulrich tasted him. “It's just that I don't want to find my release until I'm buried deep inside you.”

Harry moaned aloud at the imagery, and pulled Ulrich into another kiss. He felt a small twinge of frustration over the fact that Ulrich would not kiss him as hard nor as roughly as he would have liked, and instead seemed to frequently go in for more tender or sensual kisses. Harry couldn't quite pinpoint why it bothered him so much, but at the same time he was far too aroused to dwell on it for more than a few seconds.

Ulrich's hands dropped to the waistband of Harry's jeans and quickly opened them, freeing his cock to the cool autumn air of their cabin. Harry rolled off Ulrich long enough to kick the garment off, but in that moment the dominant took advantage of his distraction, and climbed on him again, pinning him back to the mattress.

Harry let out a soft squeak of surprise, the trousers still caught around his ankles, but any further protests were muffled by Ulrich's mouth on his. He helped Harry free himself of the garment, but when Harry moved to try and make him roll over again, he felt Ulrich's muscles tense, and he would not budge.

He did not feel trapped or scared by the silent refusal to let him take control again, but he did feel mildly annoyed. Ulrich hadn't seemed to mind it not fifteen seconds earlier, so what had changed?

“P-please, Harry,” Ulrich murmured softly, the plaintive quality of his voice catching Harry a little off-guard, “I need—I need...”

He didn't need to finish the request, Harry understood at once what he was requesting.

I need to dominate you.

Harry arched up and kissed him hard, and he linked his arms around the dominant's neck as he pressed the line of his body flush against Ulrich's.

“Take what you need, Ulrich,” Harry murmured, “I trust you. Though...” he paused, and small smirk twitched at the corner of his mouth, “if I'm not distinctly bow-legged afterwards, I'll be very disappointed.”

“I'll keep that in mind,” Ulrich answered with a snort, and pressed one hand to Harry's hip, coaxing him onto his stomach. Harry complied at once, and Ulrich crammed a pillow under Harry's hips to help make the position a little more comfortable, while at the same time Harry lifted his arse in the air invitingly.

Harry had only just begun to wonder what pack wolves might use for lube when Ulrich effectively turned his brain to jelly, by way of circling Harry's entrance with the tip of his tongue.

A string of Uncle Vernon's most favourite curses flew from his mouth, and Harry arched into the touch with a soft groan. He heard Ulrich chuckle behind him, and the tip of his tongue began to prod at his hole experimentally. Harry moaned again, and shuddered as the appendage pushed past his guardian muscles and proceeded to taste him.

“Oh, God, Ulrich...” Harry keened, panting harshly as he reached down to palm his cock, only to have his hand promptly swatted away.

“Don't make me tie you up to get you to behave,” Ulrich murmured, then nipped at his right buttock.

“Promises, promises...” Harry shot back with a small grin, then let out a sharp hiss as he listened to Ulrich pick up his wand and cast the customary lubrication and preparation charms. Even with these charms completed, Ulrich still dipped his fingers into Harry's relaxed hole, and stretched him further. This time, it was Harry who reached around and pushed away the dominant's hand.

“I want to feel you, don't be so cautious,” Harry said simply, “if I'm in pain, I'll tell you, all right?”

Ulrich looked somewhat reluctant, and Harry pulled him in for another kiss, more gentle than the ones he'd bestowed on him so far that evening. “You won't hurt me,” Harry said when he pulled back, “I trust you.”

The dominant still looked like he did not believe Harry's sentiment, but conceded to his wishes nonetheless, and nodded a little. Harry turned back over and lifted his arse in the air again, and he let out a soft groan of desire when he felt the large cock head brush his prepared hole.

Almost frustratingly slowly, Ulrich began to push in, and Harry groaned again as his arse stretched to accommodate Ulrich's considerable girth. Harry's groan of pleasure shifted to a whine of annoyance when he felt Ulrich stop.

“No, no,” Harry panted, “keep going, please...”

Ulrich obliged at once, and pressed a kiss to the back of Harry's neck while he slid the rest of the way in.

It hurt—but far from complain, Harry revelled in it. There was something almost convalescent about the distinctive ache in his rear, and paired with his near-agonizing arousal, the entire sensation was enough to leave him breathless.

“Ulrich,” Harry keened, “s-so good...”

Ulrich seemed to take Harry's moan for assent to continue, and he drew out of Harry's arse, only to thrust back in slowly.

“Not made of glass...” Harry reminded him in between pants, and much to his pleasure Ulrich took the hint and picked up his pace, Harry's body beginning to jerk from the force of his thrusts.

Finally, Harry thought as he let out a pleasured moan, and moved in time with the dominant—his dominant—his mind lost to the pleasures Ulrich brought out of him, while, most amusingly, his few attempts to reach for his own cock were intercepted by another quick swat of Ulrich's hand. He didn't say anything, but Harry could almost hear the demand that he orgasm by Ulrich's cock alone, and no other stimulus.

It took an almost embarrassingly short amount of time for them both to find their release.

Harry came first with a short cry as he pressed back into Ulrich harder, his arse clenching around Ulrich's delicious cock, and the vice-like grip pushed Ulrich over the edge, and Harry felt his arse fill with his dominant's hot seed.

The pair fell onto the bed in a tangled mess of sweaty, sticky limbs, and as Ulrich began to soften and he pulled himself out of Harry. Harry felt strangely empty without it, but he was distracted by this strange thought as Ulrich rolled onto his side and drew Harry close.

“You were so amazing, Harry,” he breathed, then leant forward to kiss Harry lightly.

“So were you,” Harry replied, as he returned the kiss, “you're...a much more tender lover than I expected.”

“And you're much more demanding than I would have expected,” Ulrich replied with a soft chuckle. Harry smiled, and shifted closer to him in the embrace. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Very much,” Harry answered, “I feel...good; content. Better than I have in a long while.”

Ulrich kissed Harry again, then drew out his wand to clean them up before he shimmied under the covers and pulled Harry close again.

It did not take Ulrich long to fall asleep, still holding onto Harry like he was a favoured toy, and it was only when Harry was certain that Ulrich was asleep that he allowed his small, content smile to fall.

It was true, the sex had been great.

But Harry couldn't help but feel that something was missing.

He shifted in Ulrich's embrace, and rolled over to study his sleeping face. What's wrong with me? Harry wondered, why does this feel so...different? Why do I feel like I'm lacking the fire, the passion with Ulrich that I had with...

He forced the thought to stop before he could complete it, and shook his head harshly. He refused to think about him. He was with Ulrich now; Remus had had his shot, and he ruined it.

Harry curled up with his dominant, his mind a mess of conflicting, frustrating emotions, and with a small, contented sigh, Ulrich drew him closer. Harry forced his mind into a blank slate, determined to not obsessively think anymore about Remus or anything else, and just sleep off some of the best sex he'd had in ages.

~*~

Harry was almost asleep when it happened.

A sharp crack, like violent thunder, but infinitely louder, broke the silence of the territory. It was closely followed by a loud, almost siren-like wail that Harry recognized immediately as a Caterwauling Charm being set off.

Both Harry and Ulrich shot up in bed, and the dominant's face had taken on a stricken, horrified look.

“What is it?” Harry demanded as screams of his fellow pack members began to fill the air. “What's going on?”

“It's the rogues,” Ulrich said, his tone soft in his shock, “they've broken through our wards.”
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