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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
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HELLO! What is this? An update? Why, yes it is! I know, it's been so fucking long... :( But I think I got my mojo back. It's weird, because I got the idea for this chapter when I was washing the dishes, and after that...it was like an explosion guys. So hopefully that means this story is back in the game. :) We shall see yes? Oh, yeah...REVIEW! pls...

"Well, maybe if you stopped spoiling her so goddamned much—!"
"Spoilin' her?! She's barely a fucking month old!"
"Fuck how old she is! You spend all day with her and barely even look at your fucking sons!"
"Bullshit—!"
"No, it's the fucking truth! You can't go an hour without coddling her!"
"I don't have to deal with this shit!"
"No, you don't! Get the fuck out, and stay the fuck out! I can't even look at you right now."
The door slammed shut so hard that, had it not been magically reinforced already, it would have splintered. Harry sighed and collapsed on the bed, dropping his head into his hands. He just couldn't believe Fenrir.
During the entire full moon cycle, his mate did nothing but coo over Rayne. Yes, their daughter was adorable, but so were their boys! The cutest balls of soft, fluffy fur ever! It was impossible not to want to sit there and stare googly-eyed at all three of them. Both Jon and Mason had Harry's midnight black fur, but Jon had Harry's runner build whereas Mason's build was already showing strong signs of an Alpha. Rayne's fur mimicked Fenrir's, just with a lack of the silvery swirls that twisted with black down Fenrir's back. She also had a strong build, but a effeminate slimness that made the fact that she was a female rather obvious. They're children were beautiful, and Harry was proud to see them as such strong pups, but all that pride deflated when Fenrir only praised their daughter.
To see his mate spending time with only one of their children usually didn't bother Harry that much—he knew that Fenrir loved all his children—but something about being in his wolf form sent his instincts over the edge. It made him feel…inadequate. And he had enough of feeling that way, therefore he ended up lashing out on his mate. Not that Fenrir didn't deserve it. The man should've known better. And…how could he just ignore his other children anyway?
Harry knew that Fenrir had attachment issues, especially when it came to pups, but he could've sworn that his mate was getting better. Fenrir was so much more open and less mean than before. He was still crude and a bit brash, but certainly friendlier. And he was clearly accepting of Rayne. So then what was it? What made him avoid their two boys? Was there…something wrong with Mason and Jon? Was it because Mason was showing signs of being a big softie? Or that Jon was showing signs of being a submissive?
"Harry?"
The raven looked up to see Emile and Remus walk in, carrying his pups. All of his pups drooled and babbled happily when they saw him. They were so advanced, developing so much faster than human babies. Especially after their first full moon. Harry giggled and held his arms out, holding his pup closely as they were put on his lap. Jon immediately curled into his side as Mason clutched onto his arm like a little, hairless monkey, and Rayne relaxed on his legs. He vaguely registered Remus and Emile sitting beside him as he gave his pups all his attention.
"And how are my little babies, huh? Did mommy wake you up from your nap?" Harry looked up at Emile with the question in his eyes.
The man shook his head. "No, they woke up just before you and the Alpha went at it. Me and Remus changed and fed them while you two argued."
Harry had the grace to blush and he smiled ruefully, yet gratefully. "Thanks, guys. I'd go insane if you two weren't here."
Remus laughed and reached out to ruffle his hair. "That's a lie, Harry, and you know it. You would've found some alternative to sort out the pups."
Emile gave a rare grin. "Or just yell at the Alpha until he did something."
"Yes, or that." Remus agreed, smiling at Emile.
Snorting, Harry shook his head at the two. "Quit it, would you? You know I don't like arguing with Fenrir."
"With the way you two go at it, I couldn't tell." Remus snickered.
Harry hit his shoulder. "Shuddup. If he didn't act like such a cockhead all the time…"
"Well, he is the Alpha." Emile shrugged.
"He's a father too, with responsibilities." Harry sighed, looking down at his babies. "The way he's acting right now…"
Emile's hazel eyes darkened so that shards of green began to appear. "I noticed. That's not healthy for you or the boys."
"But…" Harry huffed in frustration. "It's like he doesn't even understand what he's doing. And when I try to explain it to him, he gets all defensive, and then I get angry. Next thing you know, we're fighting."
Remus frowned thoughtfully. "Well, Harry, you have to take into consideration the fact that you are the least submissive mate Fenrir's ever had. You're practically challenging his dominance every step of the way and he's not used to it. On one hand, that's good for him because he can learn and grow from it, and on the other hand he's a grown man who already had a set, stable pyramid going for him. He's at the top, Lance is under him, us Betas after that, then the lower Betas at the bottom. If you were a normal submissive, you'd be in that little spot between him and Lance. As is, because of your more dominant personality, you're forcing him to share that top position with you. Something he's not used to. Give him some time and he'll come around. Reluctantly, but he still will and he'll begin to value your opinion."
"Exactly." Emile agreed nudging Remus with his shoulder. "Well said."
The sandy haired wolf flushed. "Just a bit of analyzing. Fenrir isn't a complicated person."
"Exactly." Harry pointed at him. "We know he's the Alpha. We know how strong he is. He doesn't have to act like a prideful ass all the time just to get the point across."
"Well, you kind of act the same way, Harry." Emile smirked. "You're like the mama wolf around here. What you say, goes, and if it doesn't all goes to hell."
Harry scowled and went to reply, only to have his attention grabbed by Jon. The little pup was nuzzling up his side, mouth moving in a sucking motion. Harry frowned.
"I thought you guys fed the pups?"
Emile frowned. "We did. Have you noticed that Jon eats a lot? He eats more than both Mason and Rayne, and Mason eats a lot on his own."
"Maybe it's because he's submissive?" Remus pondered. "Submissives are naturally born weaker than dominants, but in order to build up substance for things such as childbirth, they need a way to get that strength. Maybe it's through food?"
"Maybe so." Harry murmured, gently petting his youngest son's head. The pup cooed and nuzzled his face into Harry's palm in a very canine like way. "And if that is the case, then we shouldn't keep him from feeding, huh? Emile, Remus, if you would get Mason and Rayne?"
"Of course." Remus made as if to grab Rayne, only to pause and glance back at Emile. The raven smirked at him and reached around to pick up Rayne. Apparently Remus still had a thing about Rayne screaming her head off in his ear.
Without the weight of his other two, much heavier, children, Harry stood easily with Jon in his arms. Together, the trio made their way downstairs and into the kitchen. Harry stiffened in front of the door. Fenrir was in there. He wasn't sure if he was ready to face his mate yet, so soon after they had an argument. But…Jon needed to be fed…
He steeled his nerves and strutted into the kitchen, ignoring his mate who was chatting with Lance at the table, and went around to the cabinet to get the milk formula. With practiced ease, he made the bottle one-handedly, using a touch of magic to warm the milk before placing the nipple at Jon's mouth. His son latched on immediately, taking a first, strong pull from the nipple and closing his eyes in bliss. Harry smiled at his obviously hungry youngest boy. Suddenly he stiffened, and with a growl he said,
"Fenrir, touch Rayne and I will rip your friggin' hands off."
"What?" His head snapped up at Fenrir's responding snarl and he glared darkly at his mate, who still had his hands stretched out towards Rayne. He strutted forward, handed the still drinking Jon to Lance, and whirled around to grab his mate by the collar.
"I said…" He gritted out slowly. "Touch Rayne and I will rip your friggin' hands off."
Fenrir's eyes flashed silver. "Watch who you are talking to pup."
"Oh, I know exactly who I am talking to, Fenrir. You spend too much goddamn time with Rayne and neglect your boys. Feel free to hold Mason or Jon anytime you feel like it, but I am hereby banning you from Rayne."
"You can't keep me from my own children!" Fenrir roared into his face.
Harry was unfazed. "Watch me."
With that, he let go of Fenrir and turned to grab Rayne from a gaping Emile. Fenrir growled warningly behind him, but Harry ignored it. he walked out of the kitchen holding onto Rayne, who was beginning to wriggle and fuss as she realized her daddy wasn't holding her.
"HARRY!" Fenrir's roar caused the whole house to shake and made the submissive in Harry cower and whimper, but he ignored the impulse to crawl back to his mate and submit.
He bumped into a wide eyed Draco in the hall, who took one look at Harry's expression, and Rayne in his arms, and arched a brow.
"Baby daddy troubles?" The blonde smirked, matching Harry's fast, furious pace as he marched through the halls.
"I wouldn't have to go to such extreme lengths if he would just listen to me for once. He has to get it through his thick fucking head that he's not the only one with power around here anymore. I am also Alpha and he's the one who damn well made me one, so he better duck up to his responsibilities. He knew when he mated with me that I wasn't one of those bubbe-headed, sniveling bitches he mated with before." He growled absently in a chiding fashion when Rayne's whines got louder. She immediately calmed down and glared up at him with teary eyes. "He spends too much damn time on Rayne. Mason and Jon feel neglected."
"Is it really your boys who feel neglected, or you, Harry?" Draco asked, stepping in front of Harry and therefore successfully stopping him.
Harry's eyes widened. "What do you mean?"
"Well, think about it. You have not had sex with Fenrir in who knows how long? And whenever you two finally think you have a bit of alone time together, Rayne fusses and Fenrir is off like the white knight going to save the princess." Draco smirked. "All think all of this is just you expressing your sexual frustration, Harry."
"Sexual…frustration?" Harry's brow furrowed. "You think I'm using Rayne as an excuse to express my sexual frustrations to Fenrir?"
Draco shrugged. "Not as an excuse. Honestly, Fenrir's obsession with her is a big part of why you two aren't having sex. I understand where he's coming from, given that not only is Rayne gorgeous but she's practically his duplicate, and he is basically star-struck by her. I do, however, understand where you are coming from too, Harry. I mean, I would have already chopped off Michal's balls if he tried to pull something like that and I'm practically throwing myself at him."
Harry bit his lip. "Do you think…I should probably go talk to Fenrir about this?"
"Oh, yes. But…maybe you should wait until he calms down." Draco pulled Rayne from Harry's arms. "You need to calm down too. I'll talk Rayne and you go…relax and pamper yourself."
"Thank you, Draco."
"No problem." Draco winked. "What are friends for, eh?"
"Yeah." Harry smiled in return. "I'll go…relax."
Draco arched a brow before taking off with Rayne. Whatever they were going to do, Harry didn't know. He should feel stressed without any of his children near him, but all he could feel was relief. He knew that his children were protected and safe with the pack and that he has absolutely nothing to worry about. What he needed now was…was a nice, long bath. Oh yes; he couldn't remember the last time he took a long, relaxing bath to ease his muscles.
A smile stretched across Harry's lips as he changed directions and went for the stairs. He could still hear Fenrir stomping and grumbling, but paid it no mind.
Once in his room, he bee-lined it for the bathroom and immediately turned on the faucet to the bath. He touched his fingers to the quickly rising water and vanilla-scented bubbles began to form. It was a little trick he'd learned in a desperate attempt to calm Mason when it turned out that his cute little baby wasn't too fond of baths.
He shredded his clothes, turned off the faucet—the bubbles automatically stopping—and stepped into the hot water. Almost instantly, his muscles melted and his body relaxed as warmth swept through him. He moaned softly and sunk further into the water. His eyes fell halfway closed and his mind began to drift off into a state of bliss.
Now this was it, he thought to himself. He really couldn't remember how long it had been since he ever felt so relaxed. Probably not since he and Fenrir first mated. Hell, possibly even a little bit before that.
Next thing he knew, however, his eyes were fully closed and he felt suddenly weightless. He quickly opened his eyes in surprise, but instead of seeing his bathroom, he was in a room that wasn't even located in his manor. Not to mention he was now fully clothed and standing up.
The room was painted completely black—the walls and the ceiling were at least—and the floor was made of black marble. There were writings, ruins, written in blood red on the walls and in the center of the room was a black basin full of blood. Standing on either side of the basin were two figures in black robes. One had his hands raised over the basin and was chanting, and the other had their wrist over it, letting out a steady stream of blood.
Suddenly the chanting stopped and both turned to face him as they removed their hands from over the basin. He recognized only one face, one that made him draw in a sharp gasp, and the other was completely unfamiliar. Voldemort smirked as they locked eyes, blood red clashing with vibrant green.
"Hello, Harry."
Harry's eyes narrowed. "Tom."
"That is not my name!" Voldemort snapped quickly before regaining his composure. "You ran away from me, Harry. I want you back."
"As if I'd return to you." Harry sneered. "Nor will you ever find me. Now release this spell."
"I think not." Voldemort's eyes narrowed. "I think I will keep you here and let your body starve and die."
"That will never happen!" Harry shouted. "Fen—."
He suddenly stopped, his eyes widening. Not only was Fenrir pissed at him, but Harry didn't even know if Fenrir could really do anything to get him out of…whatever state he was in. His eyes snapped back to lock with Voldemort's.
"How did you even get me here, Tom?"
Voldemort's smirk widened. "Wouldn't you like to know, Harry? Well, since I am going to kill you anyway, it matters not. I could not do it successfully had I not used your blood to gain this body. It is a very old, and very dark ritual that I did a lot of research on. I put a lot of time and effort into you, Harry, so you should be courteous and return to me."
Harry clenched his fists. "Really? And what would happen if someone were to…I don't know, jostle my body or something?"
"Nothing, absolutely nothing." Voldemort laughed. "My plan is flawless. The only way the ritual can be broken is if someone with a stronger bond to you than the one we share were to call you. And that is impossible, as the only bond stronger than ours is between mates."
"Mates, huh?" A smile threatened to stretch across Harry's face, but he kept strict control over his features as to not alarm Voldemort.
Now, all he needed was for his mate to realize he was in trouble. If Fenrir wasn't too pissed to realize what was going on, anyway. Hopefully at least Draco would be concerned as to why he hadn't come down to check on his pups in so long. A stroke of fear went through Harry's body.
His pups shared his blood, what if Voldemort somehow found out about them? He could possibly use the same ritual and hold his children hostage. His panic spiked, but he kept his expression schooled under Voldemort's piercing gaze.
Suddenly, he felt hands on his shoulders. He frowned, looking down and finding nothing there. The feeling moved down to his arms and he had the sensation of being shook, though he in actuality he wasn't moving. His frown deepened as a familiar voice suddenly resonated in his mind.
"Harry? Harry!"
Was that…Fenrir? He couldn't help the triumphant smile that came over his face as he looked up at Voldemort. The man's face was screwed up in confusion, causing Harry's smile to morph into a smirk. Voldemort frowned.
"Just what do you find so funny, Potter?"
"Oh, nothing." Harry sing-songed. "Tell me, how long has it been since you were ever proven wrong, Tom?"
"What?" Voldemort snarled.
"Well, from your cocky attitude, I would say that it hasn't been recent. Or at least, everyone around you is too scared to point it out."
"Harry, what the fuck?!" He felt a tugging sensation on his body.
Voldemort's eyes widened as they flicked over Harry's body. He looked down to find his body transparent and floating a bit off the ground, the rest of the room behind him and the floor beneath him clearly visible. The smile returned as Fenrir's voice got louder and louder, almost to the point where it sounded as if it were in the room. Voldemort snarled.
"You!" Voldemort's eyes flashed as he turned to the man beside him. The unknown man jumped. "Start up the chant! Do whatever you have to, to keep him here!"
"Y-yes, my lord." The man's hands returned to their position above the blood-filled basin, and the lids of his eyes dropped halfway closed as he began his chanting.
Harry's eyes widened as he felt a jerk right where his belly-button was, similar to how it felt whenever he apparated, and his body began to reform. His mind race and he closed his eyes, searching for the bond he and Fenrir had as mates. It took him much longer than it should have, and it was weak when he finally did find it, but he latched onto it quickly.
"Fenrir! Fenrir, respond to me, please."
A heart-dropping moment passed, and then—
"Harry?" The man's voice was filled with relief. "What the fuck?"
"I don't know, but I need you to—."
Suddenly pain filtered through his body and, as his focus broke, the connection he had with Fenrir was lost. He could no longer hear his mate as excruciating pain spiked through his body. He knew a Crucio when he felt one, and he was quite certain it was Voldemort who was using it. The curse was released and he slumped to the ground. He winced when his hair was grabbed in a rough grip and his head was yanked upwards until he met Voldemort's furious gaze.
"Who is it?!" The man yelled. "Who did you mate with? How?"
Harry smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
Voldemort's eyes tightened at the obvious mimicry of his earlier words. His lips twisted and he released Harry's hair to cast another Crucio on the poor raven. Harry screamed, and then immediately bit his lip to hold back the noise. Just as before, he would not give Voldemort the pleasure of hearing his pain. He just curled into himself, screwing his eyes shut and hoping Fenrir could get him out of wherever he was.
There was another sharp tug in his abdomen and he suddenly felt weightless. But the spell of the ritual and the Crucio cast on him, however, held him down. A small game of tug-o-war began as his body alternated between phasing in and out of the room. Another scream came unbidden past his lips as the pain in his body increased sharply.
Then he was gasping, sitting up quickly as water splashed around him. He flailed as strong arms wrapped around him and pulled him out of the water and into a warm, broad chest. A voice in his ear made his body go still and relax.
"Shh, Pup, it's okay. It's me. It's okay."
Harry took deep, gasping breaths as he shivered, the cool air hitting his still warm body. He turned in Fenrir's arms and buried his face in his mate's neck. Fenrir's arms tightened around him, causing his body to curl in more into the man's lap.
"Harry, what the hell just happened? All of a sudden I couldn't…I couldn't feel you there. At all. The bond was just gone. And then I come lookin' for you and…and you wouldn't respond to me."
He looked up at Fenrir, seeing the concern and worry in his mate's smoldering grey eyes, and immediately broke down. All the stress and anger he'd been feeling lately just burst out through tears, his shoulders shaking as he sobbed. Fenrir's eyes widened and he cursed under his breath as he gathered Harry's closer into his arms.
The man stood and carried Harry out of the bathroom to set the raven down on their bed, pulling back the blankets so that they could cuddle up together. Harry wrapped his arms around Fenrir's neck as he sobbed into his mate's shoulder. Fenrir splayed his hands across Harry's bare back, rubbing soothing circles into the warm skin with his thumbs.
Together they laid there for who knows how long until Harry's tears finally stopped. He looked up shyly at Fenrir from under his eyelashes with red-rimmed eyes, his cheeks heating with embarrassment.
"Sorry for crying on you, Fen." He said quietly, his voice scratchy and rough.
Fenrir arched a brow. "What am I here for, eh? Even though I ain't good at this comfortin' crap, I'm your mate and it's my job to make you feel all good. Now, tell me what the hell just happened so I stop freakin' out."
Harry shivered. "Voldemort happened. He has…some weird ritual he used to…I don't know…call my soul to him or something. I'm scared Fenrir; he was only able to do that because of the blood he used to gain his body—my blood. What if he can somehow get to our pups that way? What if he—?"
"He will never, ever, get to the you or the pups again." Fenrir said viciously. "Tomorrow, I am going to have Emile and Michal go to Knockturn to find somethin' to protect you and the pups from that bastard."
"Knockturn? Fenrir, I don't what them going somewhere so dangerous."
"It's the closest place that sells those types of things." Fenrir frowned. "Believe me, I don't want them goin' there either, but I want you and our pups protected, ASAP."
"Okay." Harry sighed, too tired to argue with Fenrir about it at the moment. From what it looked like to him, it took a lot of magic to power that ritual, and Voldemort needed time to replenish both his magic and his blood. He was sure they had enough time for Emile and Michal to go somewhere safer, but there was no changing Fenrir's mind at this point.
At least, not without them arguing.
Speaking of which…
"Fen?"
"Huh?" His mate grunted.
Harry licked his lips. "I'm…I'm sorry about earlier. About…keeping Rayne from you. I talked to Draco afterwards, and he enlightened me on a few things."
"Really?" Fenrir shifted to look down at him. "What?"
His cheeks heated and he looked away. "That maybe…the reason why I'm so angry with you giving her all your attention is maybe because I feel like you're not giving me enough."
"Wait, what?" Fenrir sat up, his grip on Harry causing him to sit up too. "Harry, I'm stupid, you have to put things in a way I can understand.
"You are not stupid, Fenrir." Harry glared up at his mate, snapping at him. When Fenrir only arched a brow, he sighed. "I'm sexually frustrated, Fenrir. We haven't had any sex because you ran off to Rayne as soon as she makes a peep, and it makes me unconsciously angry every time."
Fenrir blinked slowly. "So…I got yelled at and banned from my child because you're horny?"
Harry's cheeks heated again. "Don't say it like that! But pretty much…yeah?"
Abruptly, Fenrir began laughing, leaning forward to bury his face in Harry's neck. Harry stared down at his mate incredulously as the man's wide shoulders shook, his laughter causing Harry's body to vibrate. He huffed and waited for Fenrir to finish, glaring at the man when he finally sat up.
"Damn, Harry. I didn't know you wanted sex that badly." Fenrir chuckled. "Getting jealous over your own kid? Come on, Pup."
"That's not funny!" Harry snapped, turning away.
Fenrir chuckled again, and pulled Harry closer to him. He buried his face into the raven's hair and took a deep breath, his eyes closing in bliss. His arms tightened.
"I love you."
For the briefest moment, Harry stiffened before he relaxed into Fenrir's body as warmth spread through him. He smiled and also closed his eyes.
"I love you too, Fen."
It was, sadly enough, the first time Fenrir had ever said 'I love you' to him. Harry was practically on cloud nine now. He felt so…different hearing his mate say it out loud. Of course he knew that Fenrir loved him; there was no way Fenrir would've put up with his snarky, domineering attitude if he didn't. But hearing was a whole other experience, one that he would gladly love to have all the time. However, he knew that this was more than likely a one-time thing, and so he planned to soak it up as much as possible.
But of course, Fenrir had to go and ruin that.
He stiffened when the man's lips suddenly touched softly to his neck, pressing the softest of kisses to the skin. Fenrir moved slowly upwards, setting Harry/s skin on fire with the gentle touch of his lips, until he reached Harry's mouth, where he applied a considerable more amount of pressure. Harry responded easily, moaning softly as he wrapped his arms around Fenrir's neck.
Fenrir eased him back onto the pillows, having to do no work as Harry was already as bare as the day he was born. Harry, however, was quick to unbuckle Fenrir's pants and slid his hands under the hem of his mate's shirt so that he could feel that hard, warm skin. A rumble vibrated through Harry from Fenrir as the man growled low in his chest, pressing their pelvises together.
A guttural groan ripped from Fenrir's throat as Harry flipped them over and straddled his lap, grinding hard into his groin. Fenrir's grip shifted to hold his hips, pushing Harry down onto his mate as they continued to kiss. After a moment he pulled away and took a gasping deep breath, his chest heaving.
Harry deftly unbuttoned Fenrir's shirt and pushed it away from his chest, leaning forward to kiss his skin. He had a broad chest, all muscle, and an abdomen that was to die for. Harry ran a hand down Fenrir's chest, going down to skim the waist of his pants—which was a bit low—and grinned as his mate groaned and flexed his fingers around Harry's hips. Fenrir suddenly sat up with a low growl and ducked down to latch on to one of Harry's nipples. A shock of burning heat ran through his body and he jerked back, tossing his head back with a load moan.
Holding him still, Fenrir teased both of Harry's nipples mercilessly. Every touch sent more sparks of heat through his body. Harry could feel heat coiling in his lower abdomen, signaling the arrival of his oncoming orgasm. It didn't help that, due to Fenrir's teasing, he was writhing and twisting in his mate's lap, providing friction for them both, and bringing them closer to the edge.
"Hmm." Harry hummed as Fenrir gently nipped at his skin with sharp canines.
Fenrir suddenly stopped and leaned back, taking a second to look at Harry with a thoughtful expression. Harry growled at him impatiently, feeling his orgasm wane off.
"Why'd you stop?"
"I just wanted to look at you." He reached up and brushed a strand of hair from Harry's face, tucking it behind his ear. "You're so beautiful."
Harry flushed. "Sh-shut up. Where is all this coming from? You're not acting like you."
The man snorted and thrust his hips upward. "This isn't me, huh Pup?"
A flush of heat went through Harry's body and he smirked lightly. "I don't know, maybe I should check…" He purred, looking at Fenrir from under his eyelashes while running a finger down his mate's broad chest.
He held Fenrir's dark gaze as his finger went lower and lower, skimming the man's waist and slipping a finger under his pants, tugging on them slightly. He leaned in and kissed his mate hard, unbuttoning the man's pants at the same time. Before Fenrir knew what was happening, Harry shoved a hand into his briefs and grabbed his cock, squeezing it lightly.
Fenrir tensed and broke away, letting out a choked groan. Harry laughed softly, gently kneading at Fenrir's shaft. His mate's grip on his hips tightened almost painfully before he let go and grabbed the blanket on either side of him in a hold so tight that his knuckles turned white. He threw his head back, completely exposing his neck and Harry leaned in, sucking and biting at the tanned flesh and drawing out a loud groan.
Harry smirked, and pulled away Fenrir's pants and underwear with a flourish, leaving his mate completely naked. He took a second to sit back and admire his handiwork. He knew Fenrir was hot, but damn. With his hair all tousled across his face and his eyes wide and lusty, the pupils blown so huge that only a small ring of silvery grey was left, and his body so taunt and flushed, and his head thrown back in utter trust and submission…he looked…well…He looked like a friggin' god ready for some smexy time. Some serious smexy time, especially with that hungry look he was giving Harry.
"Harry." Fenrir suddenly growled. "I swear, if my dick is not buried deep inside your ass within the next minute, I'm going to lose it."
Heat flashed through Harry, his body so willing, but he shook his head. "It's been awhile, Fenrir. You have to prepare me first."
In a flash, Harry was flipped over so that he was on his stomach; his back curved with his ass straight in the air and his head buried in the blanket. He lifted his head and went to look back, but soon as he did, he felt a warm wetness at his entrance that caused his head to snap back and a loud, throaty moan to leave his lips.
Fenrir's tongue fucked him slowly and thoroughly, leaving Harry a writhing, mewling mess on the bed by the time his mate stopped. He whined softly as a sense of emptiness left him cold, but not a moment later his whine was cut off as he was entered. He and Fenrir chorused a moan as his mate slowly filled him, the burning sensation both painful and yet pleasurable. It had been so long since the last time they'd been together, and it felt like Harry's first time all over again. Though this time, however, he definitely was not going into heat.
Abruptly, Fenrir's hips snapped into his, pushing his mate completely into him, and Harry let out a loud moan. Harry arched back into Fenrir, eyes rolling to the back of his head as his mate thrust into him. Dammit, he was going too slow, Harry thought to himself.
"Faster, Fen, please." He managed to breathe out. "More."
He grunted and complied, shifting for a new angle and thrusting harder, faster. Harry strained against him, pushing back to meet him with every plunge. Then all of a sudden, Fenrir slipped and hit Harry's prostate, making him scream louder than he ever screamed before. Fenrir stilled, breathing hard and only his head inside, and chuckled low.
"Like that Harry?" He husked out.
The raven glared at him. "Fenrir Greyback if you don't move, I swear to fucking—."
Cutting Harry off, Fenrir suddenly slid in. Harry didn't care, as long as Fenrir kept hitting his prostate in just that way. Merlin, everything was so fucking hot. Harry felt like he was on fire, but it felt good and bad at the same time. He wanted more and more with each and every thrust. He could feel my orgasm building, the familiar tightening in his lower stomach making him gasp loudly.
Harry screamed as he came, arching up and tensing around Fenrir. He came a second later with a loud growl, no doubt because Harry tightened around him. It seemed to last forever, even longer than any other time. Everything ached and felt wonderful at the same time when it finally, blissfully, ended. Fenrir slid into a boneless heap on top of Harry, still inside of him, causing Harry's body to slid forward and lay splayed out across the bed.
"Get off me, Fen." Harry groaned. "You're heavy."
Fenrir's chest pushed against Harry's back as his mate sighed, but rolled over anyway. He gathered Harry into his arms and scooted back to the head of the bed, where they crawled under the blanket and cuddled together. Harry sighed softly, feeling more at ease than ever. He could tell Fenrir felt the same by the low purr that his mate didn't seem to notice he was emitting from his chest. Harry inwardly laughed and snuggled closer into Fenrir's chest.
"That…was great." Fenrir said in a sedated, satisfied voice. "Why did we stop again?"
"We had pups." Harry snorted. "See if I let you get me pregnant again. I'll cut your fucking balls off."
"Then we couldn't have sex when you're in heat. Unless you wanna use a condom?"
Harry frowned. "Wouldn't it just…break?"
"More than likely."
"Huh. Guess having pups is kind of inevitable, huh?"
"I dunno. When's your next heat?"
"Dunno." Harry blinked. "Shouldn't you know that? I mean, I'm still kind of going through I crash course of all this werewolf business."
Fenrir snorted. "Ah, you're a natural. And it depends on each wolf. I honestly hadn't been expecting your first heat so soon after your transformation. Maybe it's because you're a male sub."
"Maybe." Harry yawned. "Where are the pups, anyways?"
"Last I knew, Emile had Jon; the Twins took off somewhere in the backyard with Mason, and Draco was trying to placate Rayne when I went to come find you."
Harry yawned again. "M'kay. I'll…play with them all together when I…wake up. They need some of their mommy. I haven't…had them…all day."
Fenrir's chuckled reverberated to him. "Go to sleep, Harry. I'm here with you. Voldemort can't get you, okay?"
"M'kay. Love you, Fen."
"…Yeah, same here."
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