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Punishment	By : Holly Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 91201 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 23
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A/N I am really sorry that this chapter is over week late. It has been really hard work and i am still not happy with the results. I am going to try and get another chapter out before November but for once this weekend I appear to have a life so I am making no promises.

By the time Harry was a healthy temperature again it was past midday. He had fallen into a peaceful sleep a couple of hours ago leaving Fenir to gaze at him, lost in thought. It was a strange sensation to have time to think and everything seemed to get more confusing the more he thought about. Up until now he had been trusting his instincts but when he thought about it, like a human would, rationally, he realised how strange the idea of a predetermined mate, one person who could make him complete, really was. He knew nothing really about the sleeping man in his arms. His instincts told him that he was a beautiful caring person, rumors told him that he was a cold calculating solider, but in reality he knew nothing of his life, his personality or anything else for that matter, and even if he ever found the answers to all of his questions who knew how much was left of the man he had been, after all that had been done to him could he ever be the same again? Could he forgive them? Could Harry ever forgive him? There were so many questions and he couldn't get the answers to any of them. The frustration began to get the best of him, his muscles tensing and his grip tightening. Harry began to react, his face screwing up and his relaxed body curling up against itself again, waiting for an attack. Fenir calmed himself and placed a small kiss on Harry's forehead before slowly extracting himself from Harry's grip and getting out of the bed. The hut was quite warm, although the fire had begun to die slightly. Fenir added some more wood and stoked it until it was merrily blazing again.

Behind him the small rustle of furs caused him to turn quickly. Harry was wide awake and sitting up, his back hunched over, covering his knees with his body. He was shaking violently, his shoulders vibrating against his thin knees. Fenir hurried over and wrapped his arms around the shaking boy, holding him tightly against his chest.

"Don't leave me alone, it's so cold." Fenir felt an icy blast across his face.

"It's ok, I'm here." he pulled the boy tighter and covered the two of them as best he could.

***

"It's ok, I'm here." He felt the warmth wrap itself round his body and felt better for it. His world again centred itself around the source, excluding everything else. He felt himself slowly stop shivering and rest back on a strong body, holding his weak body up. His mind began to clear, like a freezing fog had been lifted and he could see again. He remembered little except the cold and how it had been banished. He remembered the forest, watching himself, remembered the man hold his body close, bringing him back to life, but it was all so fuzzy he didn't know if it was a dream or not. The body behind him felt different from the one before. This one was stronger and firmer, also hairier, but it wasn't just that. There was something about the way he was being held that was different. This was an all encompassing embrace, it penetrated his body and filled it with warmth and something else, a feeling he could not name. Before it had been caring and desperate now it was hopeful. He turned to face the warm chest, angling his head to look into the deep hazel eyes. "Harry?" He heard the question but he didn't know the answer. Was he Harry? Or was he someone else? It was all so confusing, the warmth bought him back to reality but he didn't know what was really anymore. The more the heat infused into him the more he noticed to hole, a place it couldn't seem to fill, like a black nothingness which squatted inside him. The eyes looked down at him, stirring something inside him, at first it was an instant of debilitating fear, like hands pushing him downwards, pinning him to the floor, stopping him from moving or breathing. It felt like a memory, something primal, which he couldn't quite grasp but it faded quickly, leaving a weight in the pit of his stomach, forcing itself downwards into his groin. He felt his body heat on its own, but a different heat, an intense burning spreading from his groin out into the rest of his body. The feeling confused his mind but his body reacted on its own, seeming to know what to do.

He moved quickly, his body turning to straddle the folded knees of the man behind him. He pushed himself flush against the broad chest, throwing his arms around his neck and pressed his lips firmly against the other man's. He felt strong arms encircle his waist, pulling him even closer, as the lips he was against began to respond . He ran his hands lightly through the scruffy hair on his mate's head, it was soft and tangled. Mate! That was the feeling, that was what made his blood boil and his head light. He levered himself up slightly, to stand on his knees, kissing with renewed vigour. He felt his mate moan as his new position caused their stiff erections to rub together. He threw his head back and moaned loudly at the contact. His mate felt good against him, strong and powerful, rubbing hands down his back, ghosting over his bottom, whilst his lips caressed his throat, nibbling downwards until he hit his collar bone. He whimpered slightly as one hand moved from his back to cup his breast, lightly swiping a thumb over the erect nipple. Suddenly everything stopped, the lips left him and the hands fell quickly. All he could hear was harsh raspy breathing. He opened his eyes and watched as his mate tried to regain his composure, sweat dripping from his brow and his fists clenched tightly. Harry rolled his neck backwards, his eyelids closing slightly, exposing his neck and breasts.

"We have to stop, Harry, you aren't well." Harry pressed himself up against his mate. He needed this, he has to have it. He rubbed his cheek against his mate's, brushing his chest up against his mate's hairier one.

"Please, I need you, please."

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"Please, I need you, please."

Fenir watched as his mate undulated in front of him, rubbing himself along his body. His nerves were on fire with every touch, craving more, needing more. His short lived willpower gave way. His mate needed him, needed his touch, he could not deny him. Fenir pounced at Harry, one hand grabbing his arse to lift him whilst he rose to his knees, whilst the other pressed lightly on the back of his neck to bring their lips together in a violent kiss. Harry's arms wrapped themselves tighter around his neck, pressing their bodies ever closer until they were almost one. Fenir slowly lowered Harry on to the bed, giving him better access to the body that was now writhing beneath him. Harry let go of his neck and placed his arms over his head, submitting himself to whatever the larger wolf gave him. Fenir left Harry's lips and began to work his way down his mates body, kissing his neck, then down his shoulders, bypassing his heaving breasts to nip his way down the slight ponch his stomach. Harry let out a small whimper which was accompanied by another as Fenir reached his thin hips. He deposited small kisses along each jutting bone, his hands trying to hold the squirming boy still.

“Please. More.” Harry seemed to be incapable of much more than moaned words, pleading with his mate. Fenir looked up at him quickly. He had never seen anything more beautiful than the tousled vision below him. The emotions playing on Harry’s face seemed to switch between bliss-filled pleasure to frustrated anticipation, his hair, normally an unruly mess, was now splayed against the bed, sticking up at odd angles in a way which made Fenir’s blood boil, but it was Harry’s mouth which drew Fenir’s attention the most. He had obviously been bitting his lip at some point, possibly to keep from crying out, leaving it full and red, begging to be kissed

Fenir lowered his head again and nudged the engorged penis with his nose, exciting more moans from his mate above. He inhaled deeply, relishing the musky odor that embodied his mate, earthy, strong and vibrating with a sweet undercurrent. It was additive, it was perfection. He swiped his tongue from base to tip, savoring the scream of ecstasy the action drew from his partner. He gave himself a smug grin before repeating the action, once again needing to hold his mate’s hips still. He carefully took the organ into his mouth, working his lips slowly down until his nose touched the small patch of wiry hair at the base.

“Oh, Please, I can’t... I ... I” Harry came undone as his world exploded into Fenir’s mouth. He swallowed the creamy cum, enjoying the feeling of the thick substance as it slowy made its way down his throat. Fenir reluctantly let go of the rapidly softening member before running his face around the entire of Harry’s pubic area, scenting him, as Harry’s breathing began to slow again. His nose dipped lower inhaling the strong aroma that was uniquely Harry. He growled low in his throat as the scent grew stronger the lower his nose went. Finally he reached his goal, running tongue along the twitching hole to the base of his balls. Harry groaned above him, his legs tightening instinctively around Fenir's head. He swiped at it again before before attaching his lips, spearing his tongue and slowly pressing it between the tight ring of muscles.

Harry mewed in desperation, his cock once again weeping with pre-cum and his body was covered in sweat, his muscles tight with anticipation. "Please, please!" It seemed all he was capable of saying, just begging for release.

Fenir removed his wet lips for a moment, his face covered in a thin sheen of his own saliva and the musky liquid Harry was still creating. "Now, now" he said, stoking his fingers down Harry's naked legs. "if you want something you have to ask for it." Fenir swiped his tongue against the engorged penis again.

"Fuck me! Please, fuck me!" Harry's voice sounded harsh, like he had been screaming. Fenir gave a small chuckle before retrieving a vial of liquid he had hidden beneath his bed furs. Harry's exquisite submission was intoxicating, begging his mate for release, hanging from every pleasure Fenir could bestow upon him like it was a gift, a gift he was thrilled to be able to give. He had never before felt the need to give himself so completely to someone else. It was thrilling, intoxicating, he could deny his mate nothing and it felt amazing. Fenir moved up the body beneath him with reverence, kissing a patch of skin with each move, until he reached Harry’s swollen lips. He hovered for a moment, wanting to take in every inch of his mate’s face. Harry’s eyes opened slightly, their brilliant green peaking from beneath his heavy lids, his mouth fell open to match as Fenir reached down and began to circle his quivering hole with one slippery finger. It pushed easily past the relaxed muscles and slowly began to push further in, twisting slightly to further ease it’s entry. Fenir gentle kissed down the side of Harry’s face, soothing any discomfort he might be feeling.

“More.” The single syllable was elongated until it spoke volumes. The small submissive’s back arched, pressing himself down on the questing digit. A second finger was added as Fenir slowly kissed his way down the stretched body, holding on to the slim hips as he caressed his mate’s small breasts with his mouth. He scissored his fingers slowly, inching the muscles apart. He added a third finger, screwing them forward until they moved freely. Harry’s body thrashed around the bed, his hands trying to find purchase on the small rickety bed. There were no more words, just the primal sounds of desperation mixed with Fenir’s own harsh grunts and slurps. Fenir slowly withdrew his fingers and moved his hand to grip on the Harry’s other hip. He leaned over the small man and placed a kiss on his puffy lips.

“Shhh, my love, it is time.” On some level Harry seemed to understand, as his body stilled allowing Fenir to position himself, taking his large cock in one hand, to guide it to the puckered opening. Even loosened the pressure against the head of his penis was immense, he slowly pushed forward and felt the muscles give way gleefully, welcoming him into its warm passage.

“Yes, Yes!!” Harry seemed to find his words again as Fenir’s head fell backwards with a full groan of pleasure. He had never felt anything like it, like he was coming home. His hands fell to Harry’s slim waist as he continued to push forward until he was buried to the root. He paused for a moment, savoring the mazing feeling before slowly withdrawing.

***

It was torturous as his mate withdrew. He needed him inside, needed the heat inside, needed it filling him completely. It was agony, it was ecstasy, he needed more. His mate withdrew almost completely before he slowly began plunging into him again. He pressed down on the invader, trying to get it to move faster, deeper inside him. He felt it slide easily into him before immediately withdrawing again. The pace was speeding up. More, he had to have more, to feel the heat inside him, completing him. The hands on his hips began to move upwards, bringing his body with them. He moved his hands to clasp desperately behind his mate’s neck and wrapped his legs tightly around his middle, pulling his mate closer to him, deepening the large organ inside him. His mate lifted his hips again, making his walls rub against the hard rod, before allowing gravity to plunge him back down. Harry held on fast as the large wolf began to pump his body hard, his breath hot against his neck. His own cock was trapped between their bodies, rubbing itself against the hard abs of his mate, lubricated by his his own pre-cum. This was bliss and agony and heaven and hell all at the same time. He could feel himself loosing control again, feel it building in the pit of his stomach. His head shot backwards as his vision exploded. His grip tightened on both the neck in front of him and the cock inside him. He could feel every bump as it continued to plunge inside him faster. He heard his mate’s breathing become frenzied as he lost his own control, emptying himself inside him.

He slowly came back into himself and opened his eyes. His mate stared back at him, his hazel eyes soft and calm matching the small smile which graced his lips. He bought their foreheads together and lifted a fur from the bed to cover his shoulders. They stayed that way for a while, enjoying the slow dissension from euphoria. He felt his eyes slowly close and his head become heavy. He lay his head down on his mate’s broad shoulders, enjoying the warmth he exuded. He felt his body move slowly, the flaccid penis slowly withdraw as he was placed lightly down on to the bed below him. He was about to protest until he felt the warmth behind him, gathering him in to its arms. He fell into a contented sleep.

A/N I know this wasn’t my best chapter and i am really sorry. If i wasn’t over a week late already I may have kept it for a few more days to clean it up a little but to be perfectly honest I am glad to see the back of it.

A/N 2 I know i have made plenty of you scream with frustration out there. I know you all want to see Fenir punished and believe me he will be and soon. I promise not to leave you on a cliffhanger for too long.
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