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Fragmented Soul	By : StrawberryGirl87 & Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 79703 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Merry Christmas everyone from me (StrawberryGirl87) and BickyMonster, my amazing and wonderful co-writer. Now that this chapter is posted we will be taking a two week break from posting any updates. However fear not as we will still be writing, just not posting.
Really hope you enjoy this chapter and don't forget to leave some wonderful comments. Not sure when the next chapter will be up but probably some point in early January.

Chapter 24 - Christmas with the Pack
Harry had been thinking about it ALOT! Ever since he had decided that he wanted to take his relationship with Fenrir to the next level it had been all he could think about and it was getting to the point where it was getting to be a distraction from his day to day activities. The problem was there just didn’t seem to be exactly the right moment to lure Fenrir into the forest, away from the others, so that they could have some private time.
He had been brainstorming various ways of tricking his mate into coming for a walk with him but so far his planned attempts at getting laid were getting him nowhere fast. Waking up in the arms of the man, his large erection pushing into his back every morning was going to drive him crazy soon if he didn’t do something about it. He was getting close to being desperate and that meant he was close to asking Clay for advice.
Harry had taken to wearing a pair of Clay’s jeans, which were baggier around the waist and had to be held up with a belt but the bonus of them was that they concealed his erection fairly well, which was a requirement since it was a near permanent thing currently. He only wished that the Alpha would find a shirt that would fit him and wear it because if Harry had to look at his mate topless much more then he was going to end up coming without even touching himself. That would mean a rather awkward explanation to Clay exactly as to why he wouldn’t be wanting his jeans back, if nothing else.
Finally, when enough was enough and Harry just couldn’t take it anymore, he walked up to Fenrir who had been sat beside the fire talking to Damon just after lunch, straddled him and claimed the Alpha’s lips in a passionate kiss. Damon’s eyebrows had instantly raised at the sudden assault and it had set Clayton and Micha off giggling at how abrupt it had been. Fenrir was left with no illusion as to why Harry had done it though, he could quite clearly feel why.
“Now… please,” Harry whispered, attempting to keep his voice low so that only Fenrir could hear him, though judging by Damon’s snort of amusement he hadn’t done a very good job.
Fenrir couldn’t help but look amused as his arms wrapped around his little mate, pulling him closer, hunger in the golden eyes as he pressed a hard kiss to his mate's lips causing Harry to moan in it.
“So much for not being an exhibitionist,” Micha whispered to Clayton, who was sat next to him.
“In my jeans? Really, Harry?!” Clay protested as Harry began to rock his hips against the Alpha. Jenson, upon seeing what the Alpha pair were doing, promptly covered his daughter’s eyes with one hand. Everyone else was politely averting their gaze as Fenrir slipped his large hands up, under Harry’s jumper, to touch bare skin, both of them lost in their kiss.
“Seriously! Get a room!” Jenson protested; this was definitely NOT a display he wanted his daughter being present for, or, in fact, his mate come to that.
“You might need to throw something at them, I’m not sure they’ll listen any other way,” Damon suggested.
“If you want to throw something at the Alpha and Harry be my guest, I’m not doing it; I don’t have a death wish,” Jenson said in amusement, sending a mock glare at Damon who laughed.
“I’ll do it,” Clay said, “anything so I don’t have to watch this anymore!”
“Don’t you dare!” Damon warned his son.
“Geez, they’re going to start stripping in a minute!” Micha pointed out, still unable to make himself look away. He would never admit it but watching them was turning him on a little.
“At least if they did that then Harry would stop rutting against the Alpha in my jeans,” Clay grumbled under his breath. He really had no interest in having them back now; though he was starting to figure out why his best friend might have asked to borrow them in the first place; he would definitely have fun teasing Harry about that later.
“Oh I SO don’t want to see this!” Lukas said, having just returned from filling the kettle at the stream. “Do they have to do that?”
“Apparently,” Callie said, looking anywhere but at the Alpha pair, though it was difficult to not hear the noises they were making.
“Perhaps we should move this somewhere more private,” Fenrir growled, breaking the kiss somewhat reluctantly, breathless; Harry nodded his agreement. At the point he was at, he was all about ready to explode and he didn’t care if the whole pack saw him. Though he knew he’d be embarrassed later if that happened.
As Fenrir picked Harry up Damon noticed Micha shifting uncomfortably where he sat and couldn’t help but feel a little amused as he risked a glance down and saw why Micha was feeling a little uncomfortable. The sight of it managed to get Damon’s heart racing a little faster and he had to fight to keep control of himself because otherwise Harry wasn’t going to be the only submissive being dragged off into the forest for an afternoon make-out session. Though he wasn’t quite stupid enough to think that it would be a welcomed suggestion right now.
“What on earth started all that?” Lukas asked.
“Not sure. Harry usually at least pretends to be a little more subtle than that,” Damon pointed out as he watched the Alpha pair disappear into the treeline. He let out another snort of amusement at the way Harry didn’t seem to be being particularly patient; the leather jacket the Alpha always wore had been discarded half way across the clearing; Harry’s jumper had come off just as they reached the tree line.
“Now I know I don’t want my jeans back.” Clay said with a grimace.
Micha watched the Alpha carry Harry away with a heavy heart; despite having rather enjoyed watching the make-out session, he was a little scared for his friend but the rest of the pack seemed to think this was all okay, that they had nothing to worry about. He didn’t want to hear them laugh at his stupid question, but he couldn’t sit by and say nothing; he would never forgive himself if Harry came back hurt. “Is Harry going to be okay?” he asked Damon very quietly, after a few moments of hesitation.
“Of course,” Damon assured him, but he was frowning in confusion. “Micha, why on earth would you think he wouldn’t be? Harry is very precious to the Alpha; he will be completely safe with him.”
“Oh… it doesn’t matter. I was just being stupid, don’t worry about it,” Micha mumbled, focusing his gaze on the ground, unable to look at Damon who was studying him intensely.
“Micha,” Damon said sternly, “clearly you are genuinely worried for him; that isn’t stupid and I would really like you to tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.”
“It always hurt,” Micha said quietly. “A lot.”
“With….?”
“Yeah,” Micha told him quickly before Damon could say that name; it was hard enough trying to move on without talking about him and what had happened between them. He just wanted to forget that it ever happened.
“When you say it hurt…” Damon was struggling to hold on to his temper and was glad the rest of the pack had gone back to doing their own things; it wouldn’t have helped either of them to have the others hanging over them listening. Most of the pack were thankfully focusing on the owls that were winging their way towards them, which gave Damon the perfect opportunity to talk to Micha without the others listening in or trying to give their two sickles worth.
“I don’t… I can’t talk about it…” Micha told him. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Okay,” Damon said, realising that he couldn’t and, more importantly, wouldn’t force Micha to tell him anything, not yet at least. “I have been with a few men in my time, Micha, and I can tell you that not once did I ever hurt them; it isn’t meant to hurt, not in a way that makes you not want to experience it again.”
He had wondered that at moments, but he had done everything Harlan had told him. It didn’t make sense. “Did I…?”
“No… Micha, listen to me very carefully,” Damon told him, “this is all on… him… And I know you don’t want to hear this but I wish I could kill him all over again for hurting you.”
“You’re right, I didn’t want to hear that,” Micha told him a little angrily. He was still trying to forgive the former Beta wolf for that, even if he was starting to understand it a little better.
“Sorry,” Damon told him earnestly, “but you know that…”
“Yes, thanks,” Micha said, cutting him off. He knew a lot of things he realised, even if he didn’t know which one Damon was referring too.
He knew that Damon cared about him, a lot; he knew why the Alpha had let Damon kill Harlan and not just done it himself and why Damon wished he could do it all over again; he knew that things with Harlan were never how they were supposed to be and he knew how delusional he’d been. Most of all though, he knew that he needed time, a lot more of it, before he would be able to even think about Damon or anyone else in that way.
“I’m not doing it!” Jenson said adamantly. He didn’t care if he was the Beta wolf of the pack, there was no way he was interrupting the Alpha pair in the middle of… that.
“Well don’t look at me!” Callie said, putting her hands up in the air in defence, she wasn’t any keener on interrupting the Alpha pair than her mate after the display they’d put on before they’d left.
“Nope, no way, send Clayton, he’s a pup, the Alpha wouldn’t hurt him!” Lukas said in amusement, looking to Clay who seemed horrified at the suggestion.
“Send Romy then, she’s all little and cute,” Clay suggested with an evil grin at Romy who looked a little green at the prospect.
“You will NOT!” Jenson roared, there was no way he was sending his daughter into the forest to find the Alpha pair in a state of undress, probably fucking each other senseless.
“Clay is Harry’s best friend,” Romy suggested; if he was going to throw her to the wolves, almost literally, then she could play that game too, “he should go!”
“Exactly,” Clay said. “I’m his best friend, I definitely don’t want to see him doing…”
“...the Alpha?” Lukas suggested quickly with a very amused grin.
Clay just glared at Lukas before carrying on. “I already lost my jeans," he pointed out as though this sacrifice would let him be spared from further suffering. "And besides, best friends don’t cock block!”
“That rules me out too then,” Damon said quickly, not wanting his name to be thrown into the ring for a suggestion on interrupting the Alpha pair.
“You’re all wimps!” Micha said, finding the funny side of the bickering.
“Wimps are we? Why don’t you go then?” Damon said pointedly, though giving him a cheeky smile and a slight bump to the shoulder, Micha couldn’t help but grin back at the older man.
“Go, go where exactly?” Micha asked, having missed the whole reason the rest of the pack were arguing during his conversation with Damon.
“There’s a package marked urgent here for the Alpha, someone needs to take it to him.” Jenson explained.
“Oh… yeah, I’m not going!” Micha said and everyone laughed.
“I’ll go,” Tessie said, she was desperate to prove herself to the pack, she couldn’t hunt, she was injured, probably with permanent damage; if this meant that she could pull her weight then so be it, even if the prospect of interrupting two copulating males did terrify her a little. The entire pack had turned to stare at her in shock and amazement.
“You’re a braver woman than me,” Callie said as she handed the package marked urgent over to Tessie who accepted it in her good arm.
As she headed off in the direction of the Alpha pair, following the trail of clothing they had left in their wake, Clayton and Micha began to hum the funeral march, which did nothing to ease her nerves. Though she did smile when Clay let out a yelp; presumably either Damon or Romy had given him a clip around the ear.
It took all of twenty minutes for a rather unhappy looking Alpha to come storming from the forest, a look of pure thunder on his face. He was carrying the package under one arm and didn’t stop to speak to anyone. Harry trailed after him with his arms crossed over his chest and his hair messier than ever; he was determinedly not looking at Tessie, who looked to be rather flushed and flustered.
“My Alpha…” Jenson started, not really sure exactly what he was planning to say but he was saved the trouble when Fenrir’s glare clearly ordered him silent.
“Have fun?” Clay mocked as Harry flopped down next to him.
“Shut up, Clay,” Harry told him with a pout.
“You can keep the jeans,” Clay said as Harry gave him a light punch to the arm.
“You’re an arse,” Harry grumbled, though he looked a little pleased with himself when he saw Clay rubbing at his arm where he had playfully hit him.
“But you love me for it,” Clay said, grinning.
“Come on, I could do with a walk,” Harry said, wanting to get away from the pack for a little bit. He could feel their questions in their burning gazes and he didn’t want to talk to any of them about what had just happened, he just wanted his best friend.
“You can still do that?” Clayton teased, earning himself a glare from Harry.
“Yeah, my legs work real well,” Harry said standing up, giving Clay a swift kick to the shin. “Now you coming or not?”
“I’m coming,” Clay said laughing, though wondering if he should keep a tally of how many bruises Harry was planning on giving him, in case he was going for a new record today.
“Where are you two off to?” Jenson asked suspiciously. Fenrir had disappeared off into the forest, this time alone and the Beta wolf didn’t want to let Harry wander off and incur the Alpha’s wrath when he discovered that Harry had been allowed to wander off unchallenged.
“Just walking,” Harry said. “We won’t go far, promise.”
“But the Alpha…” Jenson began to say before Harry quickly interrupted him.
“Said I can go for a walk if I have someone with me, I have Clay,” Harry pointed out, it took a lot for him not to throw a fit and walk off at being challenged like this. All he wanted to do was go for a walk. Granted the Alpha had said he could go as long as he had an adult with him but for this particular conversation he didn’t want anyone other than Clay with him so he was willing to bend the truth a little.
“Fine, but stay within shouting distance,” Jenson told them sternly.
“Course,” both Harry and Clay said in unison, before heading over to the treeline. Clay kept his curiosity reigned in until they were far enough away from the others that they wouldn’t overhear the conversation before he let loose his questions.
“Okay, so I am a little scared to ask, and probably REALLY don’t want to know, but I feel kind of like it is my duty as your best friend, especially as you’ve put up with listening about my conquests, and well no one else is going to want to hear about it,” Clay rambled, before he could actually bring himself to ask his question. “How was it? You know… with you… and the Alpha…”
“I wouldn’t know,” Harry grumbled unhappily, kicking at the dirt of the forest floor with the toe of his trainer in frustration.
“You wouldn’t… you mean you didn’t…? I mean, you wanted to, right? That much seemed pretty obvious,” Clay said, unable to shake the mental image of the Alpha pair going at it right in front of him.
“Oh believe me I wanted to…” Harry said, an undertone of bitterness in his voice.
“Then what’s the problem?” Clay asked curiously, from the way Harry and Fenrir had near enough attacked each other he would have guessed that they’d been shagging for a while now, it was a shock to him that they hadn’t gone all the way yet.
“Well this time we got interrupted,” Harry said bitterly.
“And the other times?” Clay asked curiously.
“I wasn’t ready, then he said I wasn’t ready, and we were arguing, there were a lot of different reasons depending on when,” Harry explained with a shrug of his shoulders.
“Wow” Clay said in amazement. “I thought for sure you would have by now.”
“I keep telling you, I wanted to!” Harry said, throwing his hands up with exasperation before flopping face first onto a tree, knocking his head lightly against the trunk repeatedly in frustration.
“And you’re not scared, or worried…?” Clay asked as he watched his friend’s obvious frustration. However at his words Harry turned to look at his friend.
“What? No… of course not,” Harry told him a bit defensively, and Clay held his hands up in surrender. “Okay, well a little maybe, but it’s Fen; he’ll take care of me. He’s accidentally hurt me a couple of times and he’s gone a little crazy because of it. He isn’t going to hurt me, not even accidentally.”
“That’s great,” Clay told him. “Now can we talk about something that doesn’t involve you doing things that I never want to think about, with my Dad’s best friend?”
“It sounds so creepy when you put it like that,” Harry told him with a laugh. “Guess you don’t want to know how great a kisser he is then?” he teased.
“Definitely not!” Clay said quickly, making a face of disgust.
“Just think of it as payback, all those times you told me in graphic detail about the girls you were snogging.” Harry told him pointedly.
“Harry…” Clay said in warning and Harry just smirked evilly at him.
“He does this really great thing when he…” Harry began, only to be cut off by Clay’s yell, as he tried to stop his best friend from going into way too much detail.
“HARRY!”
“Oh come on, like I would really share our private moments with you so you can use them to mock and taunt me later,” Harry pointed out with a roll of his eyes.
“Oh, I so should have let you tell me,” Clay realised belatedly.
“Sooooo not happening,” Harry said with a giggle.
“I think I’ll live,” Clay said as he let out a dramatic sigh.
“Not sure I can say the same for Tessie,” Harry told him. “I really hope that parcel was as urgent as it said.”
“Yeah, she looked a little peaky when she came back, like she might be sick,” Clay teased and Harry rolled his eyes in response, though he couldn’t really blame her after what she had walked in on them doing.
“He was pretty furious,” Harry said, grimacing as he had seen the lust in the golden orbs change almost instantly into undiluted fury. It had honestly scared Harry a little, particularly given where the Alpha’s hand was at the time, and he shuddered with the memory.
“What exactly did she see?” Clay asked curiously, though he wasn’t entirely sure that he really wanted to know the answer to that question, not when her interruption had put Fenrir in the towering temper he’d seen.
“Too much; things you don’t want to use the word ‘exactly’ when asking me to describe,” Harry said with a pointed look as he took a seat on the forest floor, gazing towards the clearing where he could just about see the others through the trees.
“Seriously?” Clay asked as he sat down beside his friend, Harry leaning in to him a little so that they could share their warmth against the chilly day.
“Seriously,” Harry said in return, he could still feel where Fenrir’s large fingers had started to prepare him, they had been so close.
“Poor girl,” Clay said, which initiated Harry to him a soft elbow to the ribs for his comment but they both laughed because even Harry could admit that he felt a little sorry for her.
“Forget sympathy for her, I need some, I’m so damn horny right now! We were so close, you know,” Harry said, leaning forward and burying his head in his hands, making Clay laugh a little.
“Actually, I don’t want to know,” Clay told him, but then he had a thought. “By the way, is that why you ‘needed’ to borrow my jeans? To hide… you know…?” Clay asked, gesturing at his crotch and Harry snorted in amusement as he turned to look at his friend.
“Erm… maybe,” Harry said with an innocent smile. “I have just been so horny all the damn time, and I couldn’t figure out how to get him alone and…”
“Harry… I love you, but you’re an idiot,” Clay told his best friend affectionately. “I bet if you had just told him that then he would have gladly fucked your brains out.”
“Oh… yeah,” Harry said, chuckling. “I should probably have thought of that, guess there was only one thing I was using to think with, should have used my brain instead.”
“I would say so,” Clay told him in amusement.
“So no sympathy?” Harry asked in mock horror that made Clay laugh.
“Nope. You better get me some new jeans though,” Clay said bumping their shoulders together before he allowed Harry to lean his head upon his shoulder.
“Sure thing, I guess I am going to need these ones a while longer anyway,” Harry said with mild annoyance as Clay swung an arm around his shoulder.
“Hopefully not too much longer,” Clay told him grumpily to which Harry raised an eyebrow in question, lifting his head a little to stare up at his friend. “The Alpha is a nightmare when he’s horny.”
“How would you know?” Harry asked with amusement.
“Because an hour alone in the woods with you always does wonders for his mood.” As Clay said this Harry felt his cheeks burning with embarrassment. “You need to disappear with him more often, then everyone will be a lot happier.”
“Believe me, if I could disappear with him for an hour right now, I so would! I’d even take half an hour!” Harry said before realising what he had said, Clay too had picked up on it and couldn’t seem to hide his amusement.
“So you were serious when you said he didn’t last that long then,” Clayton asked with a huge grin on his face.
“Clay…” Harry said with an exaggerated sigh, taking the chance to tease his friend, “that man has some serious stamina…” he said and got the groan from Clay that he had wanted, making him laugh.
“Okay, forget I asked… don’t want to know!” Clay said quickly before Harry could tell him anymore, however the younger of the two wasn’t done yet, he was enjoying himself far too much and it was a wonderful distraction from his erection concealed within the too big jeans.
“He can last a lot longer than half an hour,” Harry ploughed on regardless, “I can’t wait to see exactly how long…” At this point Clay had shoved his fingers in his ears and was humming rather loudly to drown out his best friend as Harry cracked up laughing, unable to hold back his hysterics any longer.
FGHP
Back in the clearing everyone was sharing some rather amused looks as they heard Clayton humming loudly to himself, chanting, “I don’t want to know,” over and over again. They were all rather curious as to what had got this reaction from Clayton and why Harry was laughing so much but mainly they were just glad to hear them having fun. Fenrir on the other hand had disappeared off on his own somewhere and no one wanted to question where or why.
Damon and Tessie meanwhile, were busy talking, as they both looked over some kind of letter. Tessie had looked quite distressed when she’d returned, and she had been having trouble looking even vaguely toward Harry or the Alpha. Taking pity on her, Damon had gone to stand next to her; he’d felt a little bad that she had been the one that had to go fetch Fenrir, not that he would have willingly gone in her place, but he thought a distraction might help.
Between the two of them they had been working out what to say in another letter to the strays so she could keep up the facade of being a spy for them. So far she had informed them of nothing ground breaking, however she had assured Gideon that she was trusted and had been accepted in the pack. It was tricky to figure out what to tell them; they couldn’t give away anything of importance but equally they needed to tell them something that would make it worthwhile for the strays not to just kill Jilly.
“You do belong here,” Damon said to her quite suddenly. “You don’t have to prove yourself anymore, you know that, right?”
“You saved my life, healed me, accepted me, feed me and you’re helping me protect my little sister, I can’t even hunt let alone fight, I have to do what I can, I’m not stupid,” Tessie tried to explain, “I know I’m the omega and even though that isn’t such a bad thing here...”
“Stop,” Damon told her, wondering if he had suddenly become the pack guidance counsellor over night without anyone telling him, first Micha and now Tessie, he was wondering who would be next to seek him out. “It’s okay, you are doing your part, you are earning your place and, for now at least, that is enough. Stop trying so hard,” he told her with a smile.
“DAD!” Clayton suddenly shouted, as the two pups returned to the clearing. “Harry has mentally scarred me for life!”
“Clayton, stop being dramatic,” Damon told him, sharing an amused smile with Tessie and when they looked up they could see Clay approaching them with Harry on his heels whispering the occasional word at him, to which Clay would flinch and try to cover his ears.
“Harry, stop winding him up,” Damon chastised though there was no real power of authority behind those words, more just a tired annoyance that he was telling the two teenagers off again.
“He told me…” Clay began to say before his father cut him off.
“I don’t want to know what he told you!” Damon said quickly, “If it scarred you mentally, then it’ll probably make my heart give out!”
“But Dad…” Clayton whined as Harry dissolved into more hysterical laughter, clutching at his sides as tears of joy ran down his face.
“No, Clayton!” Damon said as Harry pulled himself together long enough to lean over and whisper something else in Clay’s ear that made him shriek in horror. The reaction only spurred Harry’s laughter on more.
“I only... told him that…” Harry tried to say through his laughter, struggling to get the words out as he giggled.
“Harry! I don’t want to hear it. And stop torturing Clay,” Damon said sternly to the submissive teenager who had clearly lost all control over himself as he collapsed to the floor with uncontrollable laughter.
“It’s a lot like Harry is your son too,” Tessie observed in amusement, eyeing the two teenagers with a smile as Clay sat down too, though choosing to get closer to his Dad than to Harry so that his friend couldn’t whisper anything else into his ear.
“I know, don’t remind me,” Damon said as he looked between the two teenagers, as Harry finally began to calm down. “Growing up they were terrible together, if they weren’t breaking bones they were blowing things up.”
“You raised them both here?” Tessie asked and suddenly Harry was very quiet, Damon sighed, knowing that it wasn’t Tessie’s fault but realising he would have to give her some form of an answer regardless of how painful it would be for Harry.
“No,” Damon said softly. “I brought the boys here after Harry’s father died last September,” he told her.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Tessie said with a grimace, “I didn’t mean to upset you… I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Harry said giving her a soft smile, “You didn’t know and I don’t mind talking about him. I miss him, a lot, but I’m happy here, these guys are my family too.”
Damon smiled with pride at the little pup as Harry and Clay came over and snuggled up on either side of him. There was nothing that the former Beta wolf liked more than having his pups with him and wanting cuddles. He took the opportunity of having Harry all to himself, without the Alpha demanding his full attention; more often than not Harry would be in Fenrir’s lap, which was where he belonged, but Damon still considered Harry his pup and liked these moments they shared, especially with Clayton on his other side.
FGHP
“I’ve never seen him in such a bad mood,” Lukas mused to Jenson and Damon. The three of them were sitting close to the fire drinking tea; they were watching as the Alpha took a rather vicious swing at a log of wood with an axe. No one dared to tell Fenrir that they probably already had enough firewood to last them through the winter. He seemed to be using the activity to burn off some of his excess energy that clearly wasn’t being put to use doing other things.
“I think I know what the problem is,” Damon said with a grimace. It wasn’t something that he really wanted to think about; not when it involved an activity he would never approve of any fifteen year old partaking in, let alone a teenager which he counted as one of his pups.
“I think we all know what the problem is,” Jenson said, receiving twin looks of amusement from Lukas and Damon. “Oh come on, everyone can see how happy he is after he comes back from an hour or two alone in the woods with Harry, that man needs to get laid.”
“Can you refrain from talking like that, please? Harry is like a son to me and Fenrir is my best friend!” Damon said, sending a half-hearted glare to Jenson who laughed.
“That makes it a little weird but not any less true,” Jenson said as Lukas nodded in agreement. “We need to get those two alone and quickly before the Alpha ends up accidentally killing someone! One of us should go and talk to him!”
“Let’s not be hasty,” Lukas said, thinking things over. “Instead of approaching a clearly dangerous man, wielding an axe, why not approach the situation from a different perspective?”
“What do you mean?” Damon asked suspiciously; he was all for not talking to Fenrir while he was in this mood and armed, he didn’t want to be the one to get his head bitten, or indeed chopped, off.
“We talk to Harry, or rather we get Clayton to talk to Harry,” Lukas suggested. “Those two are always going off and having heart-to-hearts recently, that or they’re planning mischief, either way, I think talking to Harry could be the answer.”
Both Jenson and Damon mused over this for a moment; they could both admit that the idea had merit. It was looking to be their best bet, given that none of them were about to volunteer for the job of talking to Fenrir, not even Jenson, who was now his second in command. And so nodding in agreement to the plan, Damon summoned his son over to them.
Clayton had been showing Harry, Romy and Micha some tricks on his skateboard. The four of them had turned some of the grass in the clearing magically into a smoother surface that the skateboard would run on. Clay had even been allowing the others to take turns on his new board, though Callie was watching over them closely; she knew how many broken bones and other injuries Clay had had because of skateboarding and she wasn’t taking any chances.
Tessie had joined her, the two women sitting together and talking while they kept a close watch on the younger pack members. Damon had shouted Clay over just as Harry was about to take a turn on the skateboard, so he was easily able to run over to speak with his Dad when he was summoned.
Harry was attempting to do something that Clay had called a kick flip. He’d demonstrated it with expertise several times to show them all how it was done, despite Romy saying that he was only doing it to show off. Harry however couldn’t wait to give it a go himself. When Clay had left to talk to Damon, Harry had eagerly taken the skateboard to try it out.
The first couple of times Harry had failed and just stumbled back, managing to regain his balance before he fell to the floor but on the third try, just as Clay was making his way back to where they were skateboarding, Harry lost his footing completely and wasn’t able to steady himself in time. He stumbled backwards and fell, landing on the hard ground with a loud thud. The sound had Callie on her feet and running over to check that he was okay instantly. Everyone else turned to see what was going on and immediately became concerned; heading over towards the pups when they saw that it was Harry who had fallen. The only person who didn’t even flinch was the one person Harry had turned to look at to see what his reaction would be.
“Are you okay, little one?” Callie asked the second that she had reached him. “Are you hurt at all?”
“He doesn’t feel pain, Mum,” Romy reminded her, kneeling on the opposite side of Harry to her mother. Harry however was not appreciating all the fuss. He might have appreciated it better had it come from his mate, however Fenrir remained on the other side of the clearing, chopping firewood seemingly ignoring them all.
“Stop, I’m fine!” Harry insisted as Callie withdrew her wand and began casting diagnostic spells over him, checking for broken bones or other more minor injuries. “Clay, a little help please!” Harry pleaded.
Rolling his eyes, Clay offered Harry his hand, which was gratefully accepted and the young submissive was pulled to his feet under the watchful eyes of the pack who were all surveying him for possible injuries; all but one, who remained focused on his task.
“I’ll keep an eye on him,” Clay said to reassure the others, he had lived through that exact fall many times over and he knew that his best friend wouldn’t be seriously hurt; Harry wouldn’t suffer more than a few bruises physically, though his ego might have taken a bit of a knock, especially considering the coddling. “You break my skateboard they’ll be hell to pay,” Clay said, turning to Micha who had already picked up the board so that he could have a go.
Deciding that now was as good a time as ever to do as his Dad had suggested and talk to Harry, Clay began leading his best friend off into the forest. Harry allowed himself to be led away, slightly embarrassed about all the fuss after his very minor fall; though he did cast one final glance over his shoulder to Fenrir, with hope that the Alpha might have been watching him go, maybe coming to protest about him leaving the clearing but he didn’t waver from his job for even a second.
“What is up with you two?” Clay asked the moment that they were away from the others and could talk privately. “Yesterday you were all hot and heavy, and doing things that I never, ever want to see done in front of me again and today… what’s going on?”
Harry shrugged pathetically, he too had been wondering the exact same thing himself. “He hasn’t been the same since Tessie interrupted us with that damn parcel yesterday,” Harry said hating that his voice sounded as pathetic as he felt. “Last night I was asleep when he came to bed and he woke me up trying to sneak away before I woke up this morning. He’s avoiding me.”
Clayton thought on that for a moment, unsure what to say. He found it hard to believe after the display he had witnessed the previous afternoon that things between the couple could switch so drastically.
“Have you tried talking to him?” Clay asked and Harry gave him a rather disparaging look, glaring at his friend who seemed to believe that he was a complete idiot.
“Yes, I strolled right up to the axe wielding grumpy man who is three times my size and asked him to chat about his feelings,” Harry said with heavy sarcasm. “What do you think, Clay?”
“Okay, fair point,” Clayton said, trying to hide his smile. “You still want him right?”
“Of course…”
“Not want him as a mate,” Clay clarified, “I mean, want him, want him, like you did yesterday, in a jump his bones kind of way?”
“Yeah…”
“Then be proactive about it,” Clay told him sternly. “Stroll out there naked if you have to but do whatever it takes to grab his attention.” Then as an afterthought he added, “but if you’re going to do that then maybe give me some warning because then I can be elsewhere; no offence but I don’t want to see that.”
“I’m not going to do that,” Harry said with a roll of his eyes. “I’m not going to do anything.”
“What, why?” Clay asked with a confusion and exasperation. Harry had been so keen on taking what he wanted the day before and now he was just going to sit back and wait?
“You know how protective he is of me, when I fell just now he didn’t even look over and after yesterday, I made it pretty clear that I was ready to go all the way,” Harry told him sounding miserable; he just couldn’t keep how much he was hurting from his voice. “He’s the one whose backed off and gone all distant and won’t talk to me. I’m not doing anything, whatever issue there is, it’s his issue,” he explained. He had no idea what was going on, but he wasn’t going to pamper to the Alpha’s sudden bad mood, not without a damn good explanation from his mate.
“You two really are as stubborn as each other!” Clay said with a huff. “Just go and talk to him, please!”
“Clay, no,” Harry said a little more forcefully. “I was all ready to let him shove his very large dick in me yesterday and today he won’t even look at me. I’m not even sure I want to talk to him right now.”
“Can we please be a little less graphic, Harry,” Clay said, pulling a disgusted face. “Are you trying to make me puke?”
Harry rolled his eyes in exasperation. “My point is, it’s his issue; if he wanted to talk to me then he would.”
“Come on, Harry,” Clay whined. “You’re the only one he isn’t likely to take a swing at with that axe, please go and talk to him!”
“No, Clay,” Harry said, turning on his heel and heading back to the clearing; he hadn’t slept well the night before and he thought that he could do with lying down for a little while. He may have been rather crude with Clayton but the sentiment was still the same. He had almost given his virginity to a man who was refusing to even look at him today. Harry was seriously starting to second guess himself about whether it was a good idea or not.
When Clay re-joined the rest of the pack shortly after Harry; Jenson had seen Harry storm back and go and sit by his tree in the forest, something the pup hadn’t done in a long while, and so, when he was the older pup returning, he approached Clay asking how the talk had gone.
Clay had given him a disparaging look. “How do you think it went?” Clay asked him unhappily. “Harry’s back under his tree and the Alpha is still wielding an axe; do you think it went well?”
“What did he say?” Jenson asked, keen to know what was going on between the Alpha pair after such an affectionate display only the day before.
Clay gave the Beta wolf an amused grin. “Harry said that he had almost let the Alpha shove his dick in him yesterday and ever since Tessie interrupted them Fenrir has been avoiding him, so now Harry isn’t talking to him.”
“Clayton! Did you have to be so crude?”
“You asked me what he said, I was just answering your question, though I left out a few descriptive adjectives that he used,” Clay said with a shrug. “If you want the axe wielding maniac over there to calm down then figure out what was in that urgent parcel to get him so riled up.” With an apologetic look Clay headed over to the fire where Callie and Romy were starting to prepare dinner while keeping an eye on Micha who was still messing around on the skateboard.
Jenson knew that he shouldn’t pry. Whatever was going on between the Alpha pair was clearly a personal matter; however, the way Fenrir was behaving was affecting the entire pack and could potentially do someone serious harm if they interrupted the Alpha while he was swinging that axe. He would have to figure it out somehow because it was far too dangerous to let things proceed as they were.
Approaching the fire, with determination to find a peaceful solution, he wrapped his arm around Callie’s waist and drew her into a passionate kiss, taking her by surprise. He was not generally one for so open and expressive displays of emotion, but he did like to occasionally remind them both just how lucky he believed he was to have her as his mate.
“Hey! No sexual activity near the food!” Romy complained, teasingly to her parents, sending them a mock glare that made Jenson laugh. She liked knowing that they had such obvious love for each other, but anything more than a little bit of lip locking would be more than she ever wanted to witness.
“Doesn’t that just suck all the fun out or it… or rather it doesn’t,” Clay said suggestively, grinning at Romy who only rolled her eyes, however she laughed when Jenson gave Clay a solid clip round the ear for his comment.
“Do I have time for a run before dinner?” Jenson asked his mate; he would have happily told her the real reason he needed to disappear for half an hour or so but he didn’t want to risk her disapproving of his fact finding mission or the others overhearing the plan he had. Given how sure he was that the Alpha would disapprove, he didn’t want anyone else, least of all his girls, to be involved.
“Sure, but it’ll be ready in an hour, don’t be longer than that and for goodness sake wash before you come and eat. You always smell awful after your runs!” Callie said before giving another kiss to his lips and smiling fondly; she really did love him. Watching as her mate jogged off towards the tree line, she smiled before turning back to the vegetables.
Jenson took off at a jogging pace as he headed out of the clearing. He was sure that no-one would question where he was going, it was normal enough for him to go for a run when he had the time. He was, however, going to have to be overly careful; being caught spying on the Alpha right now could have catastrophic consequences; who knew what Fenrir would do with that axe if pushed in the wrong way.
He jogged in roughly the direction that Fenrir had taken the day before. When the Alpha had left the clearing he had had the parcel in hand but upon returning he hadn’t had it on him, so Jenson knew that the Alpha must have found somewhere to hide it in the forest close by; Jenson just had to hope that he could find it and get some answers.
Luckily, and unsurprisingly, Fenrir didn’t look over from where he remained with his axe chopping up firewood; at the rate he was going they were going to have enough wood for the fire to last them through two winters. Jenson was, for the first time since Fenrir had started, glad that the Alpha was so resolutely focused on his task; it didn’t look like he would be moving for a long while.
It was worrying to see the regression of Alpha pair, given all the progress they had made; Harry had even retreated back to his tree from when he had first come to the pack. Though that did mean that even if Fenrir did snap out of his grump, or came through whatever it was that was bothering him, then surely his first thought would be for his mate not to go chasing after his Beta wolf. Jenson felt sure that Fenrir wouldn’t be coming after him any time soon.
Once he was away from the clearing and out of sight of the others, Jenson stopped and took a deep breath. If he had any hope of finding the parcel that the Alpha had hidden then he would have to follow Fenrir’s scent. It would be tricky because there were various familiar scents interwoven all around the territory; it was inevitable with them living there.
It was a struggle to distinguish between them when they were overlapping each other and most of them older and drifting on the light breeze; he didn't have Fenrir's talent for identifying scents. All of them were familiar and comforting to him, the wolf part of his brain registering the scent as being of his family, his pack. However, he quickly located the most recent scent trail and followed it.
It was slow going and several times Jenson had to backtrack because he had found an older scent trail belonging to Fenrir and become confused between the two. His hour before dinner was quickly running out and he knew that if he wasn't back in time then he was going to be missed. He really didn’t want to be caught out here doing this. He was about to give up and head back when he saw it.
The parcel had been concealed in the undergrowth, rather badly. Admittedly though, the brown paper did do a rather good job of camouflaging it; he had almost missed it entirely. He was glad that he hadn’t; however, even seeing what was inside did nothing to alleviate his confusion. It was a stuffed bear, it looked like it had seen better days, as though it had been torn apart then been repaired. Why it would have caused such a foul mood in the Alpha, he had no clue.
Stowing it away and ensuring that everything was exactly as he had found it, Jenson left, heading back to the clearing. The only thing that he couldn’t do anything about was his scent. He just had to hope that the Alpha didn’t pay much attention with his nose the next time he went to retrieve the package. To try and mask it a little he took off at a run further into the forest, hoping that Fenrir would just assume he ran past, before doubling back and heading for the stream so he could wash up, as per Callie’s instruction, before dinner.
FGHP
Shortly after dinner was over, Jenson summoned Damon and Clayton over to him. Micha had had to take Harry his meal to have at the base of the tree, where the two of them had eaten together. Fenrir hadn’t stopped chopping, though Callie had saved him something for later if he wanted it. Jenson had no clue about what the bear could mean but he knew that if there was anyone that could enlighten him then it would be either Clayton or Damon.
“I found something on my run,” Jenson said, “I’m not sure what it means though, I’m hoping you two might help.”
“What did you find?” Damon asked curiously; Clayton remained quiet.
“I wanted to know what was in that parcel to make Fenrir so moody, so I went to find it,” Jenson admitted.
“Did you find it?” Clay asked, impressed at the guts it had taken to go hunting for something so personal to the Alpha male.
“Yeah and the thing is, it’s confused me even more,” Jenson told them.
“Why, what was in it?” Damon asked curiously, looking over his shoulder to check that Fenrir couldn’t hear what they were saying. It had been one hell of a gutsy move, but he had to admire Jenson’s seemingly proactive, even if less direct, approach.
“A stuffed bear, looked pretty beat up,” he told them, “almost like it had needed a lot of repairing done to it and even then it looked more like it belonged in the bin.”
“Grey thing, big brown nose and white claws” Clay asked, wondering if it was possible that the Alpha could be that sentimental; he hadn’t have thought it possible but now he wasn’t so sure.
“Yeah, how did you know?” Jenson asked, both the older men turning to Clay and staring at him in confusion.
“Because Harry had this bear, it was always in his room whenever I’d come over. It was always on his bed even as we got older, he loved that thing,” Clayton explained. He remembered commenting on it early on in their friendship, half-jokingly asking why he still had something for little kids, but Harry had been very defensive of it and the topic had never been raised again. “I was surprised when he didn’t bring it here but maybe he couldn’t.”
“So why is Fenrir in a bad mood because of an old bear of Harry’s?” Jenson asked curiously, even more confused now than when he had been before he found the bear; though the Alpha was not known for his rationality when it came to anything to do with the troublesome little pup.
“Fenrir never mentioned specifics, but he told me about what they had seen in Ingleton that day they went back. Harry’s room and belongings were pretty trashed from when those people came for him and Severus,” Damon said. “Do you think that was one of the things that they destroyed?”
“I would believe it from the state of that bear,” Jenson told him, it really had been in a terrible way.
“Harry and I never really talked about that bear but it was important to him, I know that much,” Clay told them. “Harry and his Dad were really close, everything his Dad gave to him was precious to him.”
“Even more so now, I would imagine,” Jenson said nodding his understanding. He had never regretted the loss of his biological family, they had never really been close, but he knew that losing Callie or Romy would leave him a broken wreck and he just prayed that was something he never had to experience.
Clay nodded. “I am guessing the Alpha had it fixed for him,” he suggested, though that didn’t really explain the large wolf’s terrible mood.
“Ohhh,” Damon said with realisation, the pieces clicking into place so fast that he had to stop himself from walking over to his best friend and giving him a clip around the ear like he would have done with Clayton. Fenrir probably wasn’t in quite the right mood for such a gesture though, no matter the intent.
“You care to explain?” Jenson asked; sometimes there were leaps of logic that only a best friend would be able to follow; he had seen it with Harry and Clay, as well as several others over the years.
“Fenrir is not…” Damon tried to think about just how to word it. “Well… it isn’t exactly a secret that he isn’t really very sentimental or good with emotions and all that stuff…”
Jenson and Clay looked amused; though whether it was by Damon’s rambling attempt at explanation, or the idea of the Alpha wanting to sit down and talk about his feelings, was not entirely clear. Either way, after a quick glare to keep them quiet, Damon went on.
“Fixing that bear is something that he will have gone to a lot of care and trouble to make happen, and that he KNOWS Harry will have a very emotional reaction to,” Damon explained.
“Oh… I get it now,” Clay said, when he realised what his Dad was trying to say.
“He’s in a bad mood because… he’s worried about whether Harry will be happy with a gift he’s going to give him…?” Jenson asked, completely flabbergasted by this and not entirely sure how to take it.
“I think that sums it up,” Damon said with amusement.
“There isn’t a damn thing we can do about it either is there?” Jenson said, realising they were going to be stuck with a grumpy Alpha until he gave Harry the bear and saw that the pup was pleased with it. That was assuming… “He is going to be pleased with it right?”
“He is going to be over the moon,” Clay told him with certainty. “The Alpha might not be sentimental, but Harry certainly is; the fact that Fenrir has thought enough to go to the trouble of repairing something that important to him… well, I would bet on Harry crying… a lot,” he added with an amused smirk.
“Clayton!” Damon said sternly. “One, no placing bets on Harry… or any of the pack actually while we are on the subject. Two, if I hear even a whisper of you teasing Harry over his reaction to this I will not hesitant to rain all hell down upon you. Three, you are not to tell Harry about this at all, you are not to ruin the surprise! Are we very clear on this?”
“Awww, but…” Clayton said, going to protest at his Dad’s rules, he and Harry were always teasing each other, it was just how they were; however a stern glare from Damon quickly had him shutting his mouth.
“NO. Harry is your best friend, and if you mock Fenrir’s gesture or Harry’s reaction then do you think the Alpha will EVER do something of the kind again?” Damon challenged, demanding that his son actually think about what the consequences. “Are you really going to take that from Harry?”
Clay sighed, he could see that his Dad, just on this one rare occasion, might, maybe, be right. Though he wasn’t about to admit it. “I guess not,” he mumbled unhappily.
“So we are all agreed that we say nothing and let this play out?” Jenson asked.
“Unless Fenrir goes to attack someone with that axe, I’d say that’s a good plan,” Damon agreed. “Even if I did feel like approaching Fenrir while he is wielding an axe, I don’t think he would exactly take well to either me knowing about the bear, nor the suggestion to talk about it.”
“Do you think he’ll give it to Harry in front of everyone?” Clay asked curiously, “For Christmas I mean, it’s only a few days away now.”
“I don’t think that’s going to be given in front of the pack; I think we should expect for the two of them to go and have a private moment together at some point,” Damon said, casting a wary eye over to where the Alpha was still chopping firewood.
“If he keeps the nerve to give it to him at all, by the look of him he’s going to chicken out!” Jenson said, somewhat unhelpfully.
“He’d better give him the damn thing,” Clayton said. “Otherwise Harry’s going to be under that tree, and we’re going to be stuck with a bad tempered Alpha, for a lot longer!”
“If he does chicken out, THEN I will talk to him,” Damon conceded; he hoped dearly, as he looked over to where Micha was sat talking with Harry, that it never came to that.
FGHP
Harry had retreated back to his tree, after the last time he wasn’t about to attempt scaling it in human or falcon form, no matter how much he wanted to be up there out of reach of everyone. It was less his promise to Fenrir that kept him firmly on solid ground and more concern that Micha might attempt to follow him up again.
He was thoroughly unhappy though; he might have been rather crude with Clayton to make his point known but he was wallowing in his own self-pity, in the fact that he had been on the verge of sharing something that, in his mind at least, was very special with Fenrir. In true Alpha grumpy boots style, the man had switched in an instant; Fenrir had gone from the kind, compassionate man that Harry felt that he was falling in love with and turned into the brooding, brutish Alpha that Harry just couldn’t stand to be around.
His sultry mood was at least helped by Micha, who had brought him lunch and sat with him to eat and now continued to sit with him despite doing nothing other than sulking and thinking. It was nice to just hold hands with the other submissive wolf while they sat in silence. The two of them would always have this, their unique bond; this wasn’t something that Harry would ever be able to do with Clay, his best friend just wasn’t calm enough to sit for long periods of time and just get lost in thought.
“I’m sure it’s nothing,” Micha began, picking out his words carefully. “You know how he gets sometimes.”
“I know,” Harry said with a sigh. “But even when he completely backed off after accidentally hurting me… it wasn’t like this. He won’t even look at me now.”
“He looks like he is thinking pretty intensely on something,” Micha said, looking across the clearing to the Alpha; he was honestly a little surprised that he hadn’t run out of logs to chop.
“Yeah, thinking intensely about whose head to crack open with that axe probably,” Harry said as he followed Micha’s line of sight.
“Either way, once he reaches a conclusion I am sure he will come share it with you; just try to be patient,” Micha suggested. “Though if it’s my head he is thinking about removing, do try to talk him out of it.”
Harry couldn’t help himself, he laughed and it felt good to smile. “You know he wouldn’t talk that over with me, he doesn’t talk anything over with me but if he does, I’ll be sure to put in a good word for you.”
“Gee, thanks,” Micha said with amusement.
“You really think he will come talk to me?” Harry asked sceptically. He was still half convinced that the Alpha had changed his mind, but every time he had thought that in the past, he had found himself to have been mistaken; he still felt recklessly daring for wanting to believe Micha’s suggestion that the Alpha would come to him in time. Harry groaned, tipping his head back against the tree. “Micha… I know this sounds ridiculously stupid but… I think I’m falling for him, grumpy moods where he refuses to talk to me and all.”
“Falling?” Micha asked with a laugh, “Harry, little one, both you and Fenrir fell and hit the ground a month ago, even if neither you nor the Alpha noticed.”
“I think I’m starting to get that now… what do I do?”
“Do? Errr… well I am not really the expert…” Micha said hesitantly.
“Oh damn, Micha, sorry... I didn’t mean to… you know… sorry,” Harry rambled; he knew that Micha was still trying to get his head around everything with Harlan. Harry felt like an insensitive bastard for whining about his own love life when the guy Micha had fancied himself in love with not so long ago was dead.
“It’s alright,” Micha said giving Harry’s hand a squeeze. “I’m over that, or getting there, but… I still don’t know what to tell you, pup. You love him, I can see that just looking at you. He loves you too but… I don’t know… maybe he’s just stressing over what to get you for Christmas. I mean you got him this amazingly thoughtful gift, he’d want to do the same for you.”
Harry snorted in amusement at that idea; his mate was lots of things but he was not the type to worry about a present. “I somehow don’t think that’s it,” Harry told him, “but I just hope you’re right about him figuring it out and coming to talk to me; then I can remind him that if he wants to be Alpha grumpy boots for a few days, that’s fine, as long as he tells me why first so I don’t stress myself out worrying about it.”
“Alpha grumpy boots?” Micha asked with amusement.
“Whoops, probably shouldn’t have used that one out loud,” Harry said with a chuckle.
“How exactly does the Alpha feel about these delightful nicknames of yours?” Micha asked, knowing that he wouldn’t dare use any of them around the Alpha no matter what mood he was in.
“Oh, he LOVES them,” Harry said sarcasm and a wide playful grin.
“Yeah, you only get away with it because you are cute and let him snuggle with you,” Micha teased.
“Not cute, but yes; Fen would never admit it, but he is a big fan of the snuggling,” Harry told him, looking longingly over at where he could see the Alpha. “Just don’t mention that to anyone if you know what’s good for you.”
“I wouldn’t dare, I like my head where it is thanks,” Micha said, eyeing the axe that had just been slammed into an unsuspecting log, splitting it in two. “So, what else do you call him when no one else is around, or do I not want to know?”
“I don’t have any secret names for him or anything, though he is pretty eep-worthy, maybe I should tell him but then I wouldn’t want to inflate his ego any more than it already is.”
“Eep-worthy? Micha question with an eyebrow raised in amusement.
“You’ve seen him naked,” Harry said dismissively; the whole pack had due to the required nakedness of the full moons.
“Honestly, I try not to look,” Micha said with a small smile, checking out the size of his pack brothers packages was not something he made a habit of. He was happy with his and he didn’t want to start comparing himself to the others, especially not now that Harry had said that Fenrir was eep-worthy.
“Trust me…” Harry said with a wicked smile on his face, “he’s eep-worthy.”
“I’ll take your word for it,” Micha said with clear amusement, he was rather enjoying their conversation; he hadn’t smiled so much in a long time. Harry never failed at cheering him up; he wasn’t sure what he was going to do when the pup went off to Hogwarts.
“Tell me to shut up and to mind my own business but… how are things with you and Damon?” Harry asked curiously; things might not have been going great with Fenrir and him right now but he was keen on doing a little bit of matchmaking. He didn’t care if no one else could see it, but he could see just how much Micha and Damon belonged together.
“I don’t know…” Micha said somewhat hesitantly, frowning a little at the question, it was easy to forget that Harry was still only fifteen years old, especially with the questions that he asked.
“You did believe me right, when I told you that he’s…” Harry said, thinking of what he had said when they had been in that tree together. He needed Micha to know that he had been very serious about that; he would never play around with people’s feelings like that.
“Yeah, I know but… I’m not sure… it’s too soon.” Micha said after mulling things over a little, he had been thinking about it a lot and still hadn’t come to any form of solid conclusion as to how he felt about the former Beta wolf.
“I don’t think he’s going anywhere,” Harry said with amusement.
“It could be a while, I don’t want him to just wait for me on the off chance something could maybe happen with us one day,” Micha said; even though it was true, it felt like an excuse so that he didn’t have to even think about the potential for something there.
“The night Fenrir got hurt… Damon took care of you, he held you… Clay told me what happened. Clay hasn’t a clue, of course, but I get it; I know how Damon feels about you,” Harry explained; he wasn’t sure that Micha really understood how Damon felt about him, not really. He seemed to understand in theory but not quite ready to accept it. “I know that you didn’t like it but he killed Harlan just because he hurt you. I think that he’d wait for however long it took for you to trust him enough to try.”
“I trust him… I just don’t… I don’t trust myself. I don’t want to end up like that again,” Micha said hopelessly, he didn’t want anyone to have that kind of control over him again.
“Damon wouldn’t do that, hell Fenrir wouldn’t let that happen. Didn’t you hear what you said to them when you came up the tree after me?" Harry asked, looking definitely proud of his fellow submissive. "You said that no one was going to control you again. You have the strength to hold your own, Micha.”
“Just like you,” Micha said with amusement. “You seem to hold your own against the Alpha pretty well and he’s three times the size of you.”
“Yeah but I know that he likes to snuggle,” Harry pointed out, “and despite putting on the mean, grumpy face all the time he’s a big teddy bear underneath it all.”
Micha chuckled in amusement at Harry’s assessment of the Alpha; it certainly wasn’t quite an image that lined up with what he knew. Fenrir cared deeply about all the members of the pack and showed it by protecting them, but he supposed that that softer side was reserved, as it should be, for Harry. He wasn’t sure that he could ever find that though; he had always hoped, but he was so damaged now, he had no idea why anyone would be interested, least of all a strong handsome werewolf like Damon.
“What happens even if he does wait and then it doesn’t work out between us?” Micha asked, voicing some of his concerns. “Or if I think I can handle it, and then I can’t… if I have to leave, I don’t want to have to leave because I fucked up the relationship?”
“Did you know that Fen bit me because he knew we should be together when I was only eighteen months old? He waited for fourteen years for me, I really don’t think that Damon is against waiting a few years for you to feel safe with him,” Harry told him. In the grand scheme of things a couple of years really wasn’t long at all.
“Fourteen years?” Micha asked with surprise; he gathered that there was some kind of history between Harry and the Alpha, but he had no idea that it was anything of that magnitude. “What the fuck are you doubting him for then, you idiot? After that long there is no way he is going to let you go anywhere now.”
“You say that but, he didn’t know me or who I’d be then and I don’t know if you’ve notice but I’m a little bit on the stubborn side,” Harry pointed out, unable to help the little amused smile on his face. “I’ve often thought that Fen would just think I’m too much trouble, fourteen years of waiting or not.”
“You, stubborn? I’d never believe it,” Micha said laughing.
“My point,” Harry said, enjoying Micha’s laugh, “He’ll wait as long as it takes and if anyone tries to make you leave I’m coming with you.”
“That’s very sweet, pup,” Micha said, his laugh fading to a chuckle, “but I don’t think that…”
“That Fen will let me? Did we not JUST talk about how stubborn I am?”
“He’d never let you just walk out of the pack, he’d run after you.”
“Then let him come running and then we can all come back, the three of us, together. I’ll let you into a little secret, they might be dominant werewolves but they’d do anything for us and that makes us in charge,” Harry said with a wry smile. “Damon would do ANYTHING for you.”
“You are the strangest little Alpha’s mate I have ever met,” Micha told him happily. “I really do love you, Harry.”
“Oh good, because I’m pretty fond of you too,” Harry said, his smile stretching into a grin. “Here, you should have this, it’ll be great for blackmail,” Harry said bringing out a photograph from his pocket and handing it to Micha.
“Don’t you need this?” Micha asked as he looked fondly at the picture of Damon and Fenrir snuggled close; it had been taken the morning after Harlan had been killed and, despite the bad memories of that evening, the sight of Fenrir and Damon cuddling was enough to make Micha smile regardless.
“I already have Fen wrapped around my little finger, but use it wisely and keep it safe just in case I need it back,” Harry said with smirk.
“I admire your evil genius, little one, I really do,” Micha said with a small laugh as he tucked the picture into his jeans pocket. He had no idea how he was going to use it yet but he was pretty sure that it would come in handy eventually.
FGHP
“I’m bored!” Keres said with frustration, “I want to do something!”
“What do you suggest?” Brade grunted, just as frustrated with sitting and doing nothing. It was cold, he was hungry and this was not something he had signed up for when he had been freed from Azkaban and then told he was to become a Werewolf. So far it had amounted to being nothing more than a piss poor camping trip without the tents and he was getting restless.
“Let’s hunt,” Keres suggested.
“There’s nothing to hunt out here!” Brade snapped.
“I wouldn’t say that,” Jack said, coming to sit beside them. “There is one thing to hunt that the Alpha wants and would do anything to get his hands on.”
“The little brown haired submissive bitch?” Keres asked. “Not really my type.”
“You like blonds, right? There are others you know, others that will fit your needs, a little blonde boy, a sweet young girl; though you might want to get there first or you won’t get your pick.”
“You know where they are?” Brade asked, practically salivating over the thought of having a young girl to play with again.
“You let me help, and then I could probably show you,” Jack bargained; he was pretty sick of being the omega, it was his chance to prove his worth, to get his choice of play things before the rest of the pack got there.
“We could just make you show us, you’re just a little punching bag here,” Keres pointed out. “Might not be great with the whole pack thing yet, but we figured that much out.”
“You think you can make me tell you, go ahead, I’ll tell you shit. Let me come along for the ride, strength in numbers and all that, they’re a big group,” Jack said, trying to convince them that it would be worth their while to have him with them; he was dying for some action.
Brade looked to Keres before they both seemed to come to some form of mutual agreement. “Alright,” Brade agreed. “But we need to plan this out.”
FGHP
Christmas morning dawned, bright and cold, but there was an air of excitement lingering in the clearing. There wasn’t a single person who wasn’t buzzing with anticipation of their first Christmas together; everyone had reached a level of hyperactive excitement that was normal for Clayton on a regular morning after a couple cups of heavily sugared black coffee.
Fenrir, Jenson and Damon had snuck off early and by the time the rest of the pack were waking up, and making teas and coffees, the three absent pack members were dragging back a large wild boar, clearly meant as their Christmas feast. There was no doubt that it was an impressive sight to behold and a rare catch too, they must have put a lot of work, time and effort into finding and killing it.
Harry, however, had been hugely disappointed when he had woken up with his mate missing and had remained snuggled beneath the blankets just so that he could stay wrapped in his Alpha’s scent for a little while longer. He swore that he would be taking one of these blankets to Hogwarts with him, he wasn’t sure he would get through the month between each of the full moons otherwise.
He had been the last to get up out of bed, half hoping that Fenrir might have come back to join him but it was wishful thinking. The Alpha had remained a little cold and very distant from him; whatever was bothering Fenrir it was now starting to seriously bother Harry too, who was really missing having his mate around.
“Tea, little one?” Lukas offered as Harry sat up, rubbing his eyes. They were a little sore and he was sure that they’d be red too, seeing as he had shed a few tears before he had fallen asleep the night before; Fenrir hadn't come to bed until he had fallen asleep. Lukas however, thankfully didn’t pass comment.
“Please,” Harry said, giving Lukas a soft smile as the mug was passed over. He stayed sat in the pile of blankets and hides that belonged to him and Fenrir, not wanting to leave its warmth or comforting scent until he absolutely had to.
“It’s Christmas Day,” Lukas reminded him, when Harry seemed to lack the enthusiasm of the others in pack. He was just a pup, he should have been driving them all crazy with his excitement, just like Clay was managing to do; Lukas had at least hoped for an ear to ear grin like Romy’s but not the echoing sadness that sounded in his voice.
“I know, I am really looking forward to today,” Harry assured him trying to smile again but it faltered when he caught sight of the Alpha who hadn’t even looked over when he had woken and sat up.
“You really know how to show excitement, little one,” Lukas said with a smile, though he could tell what was bothering him just by following his line of sight and it was painful that he could do nothing about it.
“PRESENTS!” Clayton said, literally running a ring around his father as he headed towards where they were sitting. Harry winced a little at the high pitched, excited tone that his best friend was using. As he looked around he could see that even Romy was struggling to contain her excitement.
“If I give you your present from me will you calm down a little bit?” Harry asked Clay, half irritated and half amused at how he was acting. He loved his best friend but Clayton was more or less incapable of sitting still on his best days; there was going to be zero chance of it today. Harry dreaded to think what Clay was going to be like when forced to sit through classes that were over an hour long at school; he was going to be a nightmare!
“You got me a present?” Clayton asked, grinning from ear to ear.
“Of course,” Harry said motioning to his bag, which Clay immediately pounced on, passing it over to his friend. Apparently Harry would be starting off the gift giving. He certainly hadn’t expected it to happen so early on in the morning; he and his Dad had always sat down and had breakfast before Harry was even allowed to start guessing what his presents were. His Dad had liked there being a certain order to things but nothing would ever be that formal or organised in the pack; his Dad would have been horrified.
Harry couldn’t help but feel saddened as he thought of his father, knowing that this was his first Christmas without him. He missed his Dad so much that there was a constant ache in his heart. He knew the pain would never go away, that he would just have to make room for it and accept that it was a part of him now. He had to think positively; he had Damon, who had always been like a second father to him and Clay who was his brother in every way but blood. The rest of the pack had grown on him too and he wouldn’t know what to do without each and every one of them.
Harry had shrunk everything down into his small back pack and, as he withdrew each gift, he restored them to their original size and handed them out. He hadn’t bought gifts for everyone, mostly because he had no clue what to get for half of the pack but there had been a few that he just had to get.
He’d bought a crash helmet for Clayton, seeing as he really needed to preserve what was left of his brain now that they were going to school and would eventually need to take exams. However he had picked a rather special one for his own amusement; it was electric blue and adorned with cat ears that jutted out of the top and whiskers at the sides. Large yellow eyes had been painted on as well as three dimensional detailing for the nose and mouth. He knew that he had to buy it for Clay the minute he had seen it and he was glad that he had just for the look on his face.
“There’s nothing wrong with my brain,” Clayton protested when Harry told him the reason why he’d bought it, which made Romy let out a burst of laughter that set everyone else off.
“You really do look ridiculous,” Romy told Clay as he strapped the blue cat helmet on to his head. He didn’t even seem to mind the animal design on the top, in actual fact he thought that it was rather awesome.
“I don’t care, Harry gave it to me, I shall wear it with pride all day,” he told her stubbornly, sticking out his tongue childishly.
Harry however was grinning from ear to ear that his present was so well received. Of course Harry, as promised, had also bought his friend a replacement pair of jeans, which were also much appreciated. They had also come with the additional promise that Harry wouldn’t borrow them for ANY reason at all, which had made Clay love them even more.
In return Clayton had somehow, and no one was quite sure how he had managed it, bought Harry a rather large basket full of wizarding practical jokes and pranks. Damon of course had swiftly jumped in and confiscated them at once, declaring that they could have them back when they went off to Hogwarts. Clay had shrugged, saying he had bought them for that purpose anyway, and Harry was still thrilled with the gift.
Having become so surprising close to Micha, and given how much in need of some kindness the other submissive had been lately, Harry had bought him several rather large bars of caramel chocolate, something they both shared a love for. He handed the bars over when Micha came to join them; Clay’s excitement over his gifts attracting the other members of the pack to them.
“You lay a finger on these, Clayton, and I will set your Dad or Jenson on you,” Micha warned, and Clay at least pretended to be scared for all of half a second before Micha changed tactics. “Actually, on second thought, touch them and I will set Romy on you,” he amended, pleased to see Romy looked every bit as delighted with the prospect, as Clay looked terrified.
“These are for you,” Callie said to Harry, passing over a little container of what turned out to be homemade chocolate brownies and they smelt incredible. “Don’t eat them all at once!” Callie said to him fondly, ruffling his already messy hair. When he looked around he realised that Romy, Micha, Tessie and Lukas all had boxes of them as well; Clay however was looking a bit pitiful about being left out.
Jenson went over to him and threw an arm over his shoulder. “Don’t worry, Clay, you have a box too, but yours will be rationed out so that you don’t put yourself into a sugar coma,” he informed him. Clay after a couple of mugs of sugared coffee was bad enough, no-one wanted to witness him after a full box of brownies. Before he had even had time to ask though, Callie appeared at his side and handed over a single brownie which he more or less inhaled in one large mouthful.
“Dat was ex’lent,” Clay told them as he struggled to speak around his mouthful of chocolate.
“Clayton!” Damon chastised, but he had already decided he was not wasting any real energy on his son’s manners, or lack thereof, today.
Harry’s final present to give was, of course, the jacket for Fenrir, which he didn’t hand over straight away, given the Alpha had yet to join the gift giving session. He frowned a little as he put it down beside him, running his fingers over the soft, brown leather; he just wanted to give his gift to his mate properly, particularly given the rather disastrous way in which he had told Fenrir about it before. He hoped that the Alpha would come over to him but it seemed that not even the promise of a present would be able to lure Fenrir over.
The whole pack chatted and continued to hand over what small gifts they had managed to order or purchase, a general feeling of happiness amongst them all. Tessie had been a little flustered when the pack insisted that she be the one to give Lukas his present, but he had given her a large smile and a hug as she handed it over.
It was a collective gift from them all, a different type of tea from every pack member, each in a little, magically waterproof, sealed tin, that contained leaves rather than teabags, which he hadn’t thought he would be able to store in the territory. He had been so impressed and excited that he had immediately started to use his brand new, self-boiling tea pot with a built in tea infuser for use with loose leaf tea, which had been a present from Callie, to make everyone tea.
While Lukas amused himself, explaining the benefits of loose leaf tea to Callie, Romy and a rather baffled looking Jenson, and while Harry and Tessie laughed at Clay testing out his new helmet, Damon had taken Micha to one side, looking a little shy about what he had to say.
“I bought you something,” he said, and Micha could hardly believe it when he saw a slight red stain creep up on the older wolf’s cheeks.
“You didn’t have to do that,” Micha said, feeling a little uncomfortable, especially after the chat he and Harry had had a few days previously.
“I know,” Damon said, “but I’ve noticed that you’ve been sleeping alone recently and I thought… well… they’re your own hides, special ones, they’ll… umm… well they’ll keep you warm, even through the coldest nights, until you’re ready to re-join the rest of the pack.”
“Oh,” Micha said, looking at the beautifully wrapped gift that Damon was holding out to him. “Thank you… so much,” he said, finding that he was a little speechless.
It just said so much; that Damon had cared that he might get cold, had noticed that he was still sleeping away from the others, but had still been able to respect and understand him enough to know that he wouldn’t be ready to return to the puppy pile just yet. There had been one or two nights where he had curled up near Harry for the warmth, but it was obvious that the Alpha didn’t approve and so he didn’t make a habit of it.
But the gift Damon had given him was so perfectly considerate of what Micha would need; there was no implication of what the former Beta might want, and no pressure for anything. It was just beautifully thoughtful. Then taking a deep breath for courage, Micha leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on Damon’s cheek as he accepted the gift and then scurried off back to the others, hiding his blush at what he had just done.
As Micha returned to the rest of the group Clay was handing Romy a book and she was giving him a look of utter disdain as she read the title, ‘A beginners guide to pranks’. “So you can join in with me and Harry at Hogwarts,” he said to her, though she really didn’t look best pleased at that suggestion.
“As long as you leave the castle standing when you leave and don’t cause any major damage…” Damon began to say but Clay was quick to interrupt him.
“We know,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “No destruction of property or body modification,” he said, joined by Harry who repeated the rule in unison with his friend before they shared a look and broke down into fits of giggles as they remembered why those rules had been put in place.
“I give Hogwarts a month,” Micha said with amusement, looking between the two teenage boys. “And I want to know why there’s a rule about body modification!” Harry laughed and agreed to tell him all about it later.
Clay had ended up giving his father a similar look of disdain, to the one Romy had given to him, when he received a book entitled ‘A beginners guide to healing broken bones and other minor injuries,’ Damon had smirked at his son and said, “Just in case, because I know what you two are like.”
Tessie had been mostly stood back, enjoying watching as the others exchanged their gifts, feeling a little left out until Callie had produced a beautiful, handmade sling that was much nicer than the temporary one that she had been wearing. She thanked Callie profusely, amazed and overwhelmed by how thoughtful she had been in doing anything for her. She hadn’t expected anything, being so new to the pack and not really knowing any of them.
Romy had also been given a beautiful journal by her parents, because apparently she had enough books to read and she needed one to write in instead. Secretly Romy thought that she’d be using it more to record all the trouble making that Harry and Clayton got up to at Hogwarts more than anything but she loved it regardless.
The only one who wasn’t enjoying the festivities was Fenrir, who, while the others had exchanged gifts, laughed and joked with each other, had sat by the fire and prepared the boar to be cooked, skinning and gutting the creature. He seemed content to be focused on his task and ignoring everyone, but Harry was determined to force the grumpy git to have some fun and join in with the rest of them.
Harry took his opportunity, as Fenrir wiped his hands of blood, to go and sit in his lap, straddling him, holding one of the brownies that Callie and Jenson had gifted to him, hoping to improve the Alpha’s mood with chocolate treats and kisses.
“Come on grumpy, smile and have some brownie,” Harry said as he wove his brownie free hand round the back of Fenrir’s head and into thick blond hair. “And don’t make me bring out the mistletoe to get you to give me a kiss!”
“You’ll ruin your lunch eating that rubbish,” Fenrir grunted, picking up his little mate by the waist and placing him down beside him as he carried on with what he’d been doing.
“Don’t ruin today, Fen,” Harry pleaded quietly. “Please.”
“I’m busy, little one,” he said as he withdrew his wand so that he could start on the final additions for the boar to start it’s cooking over the fire.
“Don’t you even want to come and get your present?” Harry asked, unable to keep the hurt from his voice as he asked this.
“Later, I already know what it is,” Fenrir said somewhat distracted, he didn’t even see his little mate wipe the angry tear away before it could fall. However Micha didn’t miss it and was immediately enraged on Harry’s behalf; he wasn’t about to let their first Christmas as a pack be ruined because of the Alpha’s bad mood.
Micha waited for Harry to put on his false smile and re-join the rest of the festivities away from where the Alpha was preparing the kill to be cooked and making sure everything he was capable of doing was done before Callie and Romy took over. Once Fenrir was alone, Micha gathered up every ounce of courage he had, storming over to the Alpha male, glaring at him.
“What are you doing?” the submissive hissed at the startled Alpha wolf, “you’re upsetting Harry!”
“What?” Fenrir asked, a little taken aback at the sudden appearance of an angry Micha pointing an accusing finger at him, poking him rather roughly in the chest.
“You’ve been ignoring him for days, but not today, now go and get your present!” Micha almost yelled, the rest of the pack had gone very quiet as they watched the exchange, none of them sure about what to say, do or how to handle the situation.
“Micha!” Damon called out in panic.
“No, he needs to hear this, Damon. What’s he going to do, hit a submissive?” Micha asked, his face strong as he glared at the completely stunned Alpha stubbornly.
“He’s really been spending way too much time with Harry,” Jenson whispered to Damon, who nodded emphatically.
“Micha, it’s okay, leave him,” Harry said quietly, though it was impossible not to hear the hurt that was in his voice. He approached the two of them, taking Micha’s hand and trying to drag him away from the Alpha wolf that clearly was in no mood to be pushed around, but Micha was having none of it. “When I said we had power over the dominants I meant our mates, not all of them in general,” Harry whispered into Micha’s ear so that not even Fenrir heard him.
“No, it’s not just about that. You went to a lot of trouble to get him a present, scared us half to death in fact, he can’t just ignore you, not today; he can’t be grumpy today, it’s Christmas,” Micha said adamantly.
“It’s okay Micha, I don’t mind, let him do what he has to do,” Harry said, tears welling up in his eyes at the fuss that was being caused. Fenrir was looking between the two submissive males in shock, not entirely sure what was going on or where this had come from.
“Harry, a word!” Fenrir barked. At the harsh command Harry’s shoulders slumped downward and gave a small nod, squeezing Micha’s hand before releasing it and going to follow Fenrir as he strode off into the forest. He was feeling dejected and unwanted and despite appreciating Micha standing up for him he was almost wishing that he hadn’t.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t ask him to do that, I swear, I didn’t. Are you angry at me?” Harry asked nervously as they came to a stop a little way from the clearing. As they had been walking he had been unable to stop the tears that had welled up in his eyes from falling down his cheeks.
“I upset you,” Fenrir said as he brought a large hand up to his mate’s cheek to wipe away the fallen tears. Harry wanted to push his mate away but this was the first time they had been close in days and despite wanting to be strong, to be angry he just wanted to feel the warmth of the Alpha’s touch upon his skin.
“No, you’ve got a lot on your mind, it’s fine.” Harry said softly, closing his eyes and leaning into the soft touch of his mate, hating how weak he felt.
“Where’s my feisty little one gone?” Fenrir asked, looking at his mate, realising exactly what he had done; he had been so preoccupied with himself and his uncertainties that he hadn’t realised how much he had been hurting his little mate.
“He’s upset that you’ve been ignoring him for days for no apparent reason,” Harry said softly, opening his eyes to look at Fenrir, a sudden rage engulfing him as he looked up into the stunningly golden eyes. “Also, I just sat on you with chocolate and you pushed me aside,” he snapped, his soft gaze turning into a harsh glare that made the Alpha smile.
“Ah, there he is,” Fenrir said in amusement. Grabbing Harry by the waist, he lifted the teenager up so that they were level with one another and kissed him, smashing their lips together, relishing the bitter taste of chocolate on his mate's tongue.
“What’s with you recently?” Harry asked as he pulled away from the kiss, determined that he wouldn’t be distracted by his Alpha’s rather talented tongue.
“I got you a present,” Fenrir said and immediately Harry looked confused. “But I’m not sure I want to give it to you.”
“You can’t tell me that and then not give it to me,” Harry said as he was placed back on his own two feet; Fenrir didn’t let him go though, instead he nuzzled into him, kissing at his neck and ensuring that his scent was still covering his little mate.
“Wait here,” the Alpha instructed. “And close your eyes.” Harry laughed a little but for once he did as he was told. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath, still able to smell his mate all around him and hear him moving close by. “Hold out your hands.” Doing as instructed Harry held out his arms and felt a box being placed into them. “Now open them,” Fenrir said.
Harry opened his eyes and saw that he was holding the package that Tessie had interrupted their make-out, almost first time together, fondling session with. Whatever he had been expecting, this wasn’t it. He looked at his Alpha with confusion as he was encouraged to open it. Harry could see that his mate was on edge and overly anxious about something but the teenager couldn’t see any reason for his mate's anxiety to have anything to do with the gift, until he opened it and saw what the box contained.
Harry almost dropped the box in shock. “Is this…” With one hand still holding the box, the other clamped around his mouth. “It is… Oh… Fen…” There were no words, his chest was restricting painfully as he carefully lifted Baloo bear out of the box. “I thought he was… I didn’t think… you fixed him,” Harry gasped out as fresh tears began to fall down his cheeks as he took in the marvellous gift, crushing the repaired soft toy to him tightly as though scared someone would dare take Baloo away again.
“I’ve upset you again,” Fenrir growled, he knew that this had been stupid, it had been a mistake to interfere with such personal items. “I shouldn’t have done this.”
“No, Fen… I can’t believe you did this for me… it’s… more than I ever… it’s perfect,” Harry said as he struggled to find the words, he could see that Fenrir was angry at himself but he didn’t want him to be; Harry wanted to show him just how happy and how grateful he was for this amazingly thoughtful gift.
“You like it?” Fenrir asked uncertainly.
“I love it,” Harry said, smiling up at him, tears still streaming down his cheeks and the pain in his chest at all the memories that the little bear brought back still bothering him but he wouldn’t have replaced the feeling for anything.
“But you’re crying,” Fenrir stated, feeling a little confused as to why his mate was claiming to be happy and yet still crying. He really didn’t like tears, he found them very difficult to deal with.
“Happy tears,” Harry said as he surveyed his newly restored Baloo bear in his hands. “Is this what’s put you in such a bad mood for the past few days?” The Alpha grunted somewhat uncommitted to either agreeing or disagreeing. “You idiot,” Harry said, dropping the box and with his free hand slapping Fenrir hard on the chest. “I told you never to scare me again, I thought I’d done something wrong.”
Fenrir grabbed hold of Harry and kissed him roughly, crushing Baloo bear between them. “Hold that thought,” Harry said a little breathlessly, pulling away from the Alpha. He retrieved the box from the floor and replaced the stuffed bear back inside, tucking it out of the way, safely before returning to Fenrir’s embrace. “Where were we?”
“I was kissing you, little one,” Fenrir said, a hint of amusement in his golden orbs as he accepted Harry back in his arms.
“Let’s not,” Harry said, biting his bottom lip nervously, his heart racing. “Let’s do more than that,” he said and realisation dawned on the Alpha’s face at what his little mate was suggesting.
“You’re ready?” Fenrir asked.
“I was ready days ago, you grumpy git,” Harry told him, shaking his head in exasperation. “Did you think I was just leading you on before? I was begging for it, literally if you remember.”
“I remember,” Fenrir told him in a deep voice, feeling arousal already building as he recalled just how wonderful it had sounded to him to hear Harry beg him to take him for the first time. He remembered how it felt as he had pushed his fingers inside of his little mate, felt how tight he was, how hot and knowing that he was the first and would be the only man to ever touch him in that way.
“Good, so if you could just think all that way back to before you decided to be a complete and utter idiot again, and just do what you were doing then, that would be great,” Harry requested with a grin.
“Don’t be cheeky, little one,” Fenrir said, as he pulled his mate close to him so that Harry could feel his growing erection between them.
“You can’t ask me to be good and then expect me to be naughty, Fen,” Harry told him as his grin became more devious, grinding himself against the Alpha.
“Why not? It’s what usually happens,” the Alpha pointed out, reaching down and wrapping his hands under Harry’s arse and lifting him off the floor to put an end to his cheekiness the only way he knew how, with a kiss.
Harry seemed more than happy to oblige, deepening the kiss and relishing the taste of his mate. Impressively Harry was being supported by just one of the Alpha’s huge arms, holding them against each other, as another large hand pushed its way under his jumper, the cold air rushing to greet his skin making Harry shiver.
He cared very little for how cold it was, he just wanted to be naked, his domineering, over protective, idiotic mate leaning over him. However, from the position they were in it was impossible for Harry to reach between them to remove the Alpha from his jeans; besides, he was half waiting for Fen to drop him, not that he really believed the Alpha would allow that to happen.
“Fen…” Harry gasped as the Alpha began to suck and bite at Harry’s neck, marking him where the other marks had faded. Harry could already feel his orgasm building and he didn’t want to come yet, he wanted this to last. At least more than the half an hour he had teased Fenrir about all that time ago.
“Patience, little one,” Fenrir instructed, but Harry was having none of it.
He was able to almost slide down the Alpha’s body, due to the loose one armed grip, until his feet reached the floor; by that time he had already gotten the zip on his mate’s jeans completely undone and was making headway on freeing the button too.
“Little one,” Fen groaned as, in his haste, Harry repeatedly brushed his small hands against the Alpha’s erection which was already straining for extra room. He took hold of Harry’s wrists as the teenager had started pushing his jeans down. “Calm, little one,” Fenrir said, his voice a low growl.
Harry needed his mate, his stomach was churning and he had never felt more nervous than he had in that moment in his entire life as he gathered his courage and looked up at his dominant mate with a grin. “Honestly, Fen," he told him, "If you wanted calm, this had to happen a week ago.”
“You weren’t exactly calm a week ago either, little one,” Fenrir reminded him, with a rather smug expression as he remembered how Harry had jumped him in front of the entire pack and started kissing him.
“No but I was calmer,” Harry pointed out, his tongue darting out and licking at dry lips nervously.
“Not by much,” Fenrir said with amusement as his eyes focused on his mate’s tongue, watching it’s progress.
“Stop stalling, Fen,” Harry said, straining against the hold that the Alpha had on his wrists to cup the large, denim clad erection that belonged to his mate. “Please,” he said.
“Lie down,” Fenrir instructed but Harry just looked up at Fenrir, a mischievous glint in his emerald eyes. Harry fell to his knees as his wrists were released, his hands grasping at the waistband of the Alpha’s jeans, bringing them down enough that his eep-worthy cock was released. “Little one…” Fenrir growled as Harry took the tip of the large, weeping erection in his mouth.
Harry still wasn’t exactly sure what he was doing, and there was no way he was taking much more than he had already let past his lips, but he ran his tongue along the bottom side of the erection and took the heady groan from the Alpha as a good sign. He gave himself a moment before he pulled back, trailing his tongue along the length, trying to memorise every blue veined detail as he went.
He had been so nervous last time he had tried this and he hadn’t truly been able to enjoy or appreciate the experience or the magnificence that was Fenrir’s cock, but this time he was determined to get everything he could from both. He shifted a few more times lapping at the head when he pulled back. His mate seemed to appreciate the effort and Harry felt one of the Alpha’s hands thread through his hair, but it was without pressure; Fenrir didn’t push him forward nor pull him away and just moaned and growled in pleasure as Harry explored.
“Stop, little one,” Fenrir said as he felt himself tense, he didn’t want to come in his mate’s mouth, he had somewhere else in mind. Harry did as he was told but remained kneeling down before his mate, looking up at the Alpha with large, pleading green eyes and Fenrir would be damned if it wasn’t the most erotic thing he had ever seen.
Going down on his knees, joining his mate on the ground he took hold of the back of Harry’s head and pulled him into a deep kiss, pushing them backwards onto the floor, the teenager opened his legs, wrapping them around the Alpha’s large torso accommodatingly as they kissed. It wasn’t going to last long for either of them the rate they were going.
“Please,” Harry whimpered as he lay beneath his mate; he hadn’t even gotten rid of a single piece of clothing yet and his own erection was now actually quite painfully pressed into the front of the jeans he was wearing. He let out a little pleading noise as Fen got back to his feet, standing over him, and honestly, from his position on the ground Harry had to admit that the Alpha was an even more intimidating sight than usual.
“Take off your jumper,” Fenrir instructed, his eyes watching closely as Harry obeyed; it was rather miraculous how cooperative Harry could be when he wanted to be, which the Alpha was starting to realise most frequently involved sexual activities. His little mate was a little demon, but he couldn’t bring himself to be upset or disappointed at this in the least.
With the jumper discarded, and Harry now topless, Fenrir took the moment to admire his mates smooth, hairless torso, using the time to calm himself down a little because if he didn’t then they really weren’t going to last ten minutes let alone half an hour. “Jeans,” he commanded simply. Words seemed somehow much more difficult to find given the fact that Harry managed to make the whole process of just lying there undressing extremely arousing.
Harry smiled as he kicked off his shoes. “Jacket,” he countered, as he popped the button on his jeans. It seemed that Harry wasn’t the only one who was more compliant in the right situation, because the Alpha dropped the jacket to the ground, his eyes roaming over his little mate sprawled out in front of him.
“Jeans, little one,” Fenrir reminded him, as Harry got distracted looking at him.
“Patience, Alpha bossy boots, just admiring the view,” Harry teased, taking in the slight of the large muscled arms and broad chest, his eyes following down the centre of his chest, over his navel and to where his large cock jutted out proudly from his opened jeans.
“Not unless you want me to rip them off,” Fenrir growled at him.
“Damn that sounds like a really excellent idea,” Harry said, panting a little bit at how much that idea turned him on; it had kind of caught him off guard but now it was something he was definitely up for, even if the rational part of his brain reminded him that he was rapidly running out of jeans to wear, though it didn’t bother him too much about this pair seeing as they were Clay’s.
“Don’t tempt me, little one,” Fenrir growled at him as he knelt down, taking hold of the waistband and began tugging them down his mate’s hips, boxers and all.
Harry let out a little yelp at the sudden contact with the cold ground, but the flush that spread through his whole body at the sight of his large, powerful, protective mate leaning over him soon solved that problem.
Fenrir began to ravish at the teenager’s upper body, mapping out every inch with his tongue, pausing to appreciate each nipple fully, scraping over it with his teeth and causing delighted moans to erupt from his little mate as he writhed beneath him. His hands gripped Harry’s hips, an attempt at keeping Harry still but as the Alpha reached the throbbing cock belonging to his mate there was no stopping him as the teen thrust upwards, desperate for some friction.
“Fen…please,” Harry whined, it was too much, he had wanted it for too long and it was bordering on painful. He was just about to beg again but his voice disappeared, just like his cock did into Fenrir’s mouth; words were a lost concept and his back arched as the sensation of warmth and friction surround his length.
It was slightly strange feeling as a few of the Alpha’s large fingers slid into Fenrir’s mouth alongside his cock, coating them in saliva; but then a few seconds later he felt Fenrir remove them again and a new pressure, he had felt only once before, as the Alpha ran those slickened fingers around his entrance. Harry just hoped that they weren’t interrupted again, he was sure he wouldn’t be able to cope if they were. In fact he had every intention of just carrying on regardless even if the whole pack was there as an audience.
The Alpha ran his tongue in circles around the tip his mate’s long, slender cock, moving down its length to lick at his balls, he took one first and then the other suckling at them softly, his arousal piqued at the soft, gasped mewling sounds that were escaping from Harry’s throat. Using his mate’s distraction, Fenrir slid a finger inside quickly, for once glad that Harry didn’t feel pain; at least he wouldn’t hurt him but he would not have him harmed, even if they had to take their time.
The teenager’s small hands were in his hair, grasping at him, willing him to keep going. Harry was thrusting upwards to meet Fenrir’s downward movement, and pressing down against the Alpha’s hand as a second finger slid inside his arse, alongside the first, scissoring and stretching the tight ring of muscle. Harry was clearly on the edge of his orgasm and Fenrir was holding him there teasingly.
Harry pulled his mate’s mouth from his aching cock, before he could come, he wanted to go all the way and that wasn’t going to happen if it ended too soon. “Merlin, Fen… Fuck,” Harry swore, and a yank on the Alpha’s hair had their lips meeting, furious need pulsing through them both as Fenrir continued to shift his fingers inside his little mate, spreading them and thrusting them with care.
As they pulled back gasping for air, the Alpha also pulled his teasing fingers away, having stretched and prepared the tight ring of muscle as much as he could while he had distracted his little mate but now it was time. If Harry was nervous it was nothing on Fenrir who had no delusions about how big he was and how tiny his little mate was by comparison; he was a little unsure of whether or not Harry would be able to accommodate his impressive girth.
“Fen, now…” Harry demanded, his whole body was trembling and throbbing with desire and need. The Alpha refused to rush this though; Harry wouldn’t be able to tell him if it was too much.
“I don’t want to hurt you, little one,” Fenrir tried to explain.
“Merlin, I swear if you don’t fuck me right now I’m going to go and find Micha, Lukas or anyone else who will…” Harry threatened a bit breathlessly; he never would of course, and they both knew it, but even the idea of someone else touching, let alone being inside his little mate was enough to rile up Fenrir into action, which had been exactly Harry’s intention.
“Mine,” Fenrir growled possessively, nipping at Harry’s jaw, using one hand to support himself while the other freed himself from his jeans completely, kicking them off and discarding them at his feet and forgetting them in favour of giving his little mate his full attention now that they were both, finally, fully naked.
“Then prove it,” Harry challenged. “Prove that I’m yours! Make me yours.”
The Alpha didn’t need to be told again, not now there was clearly no doubt in Harry’s voice. Spitting into his hand, he rubbed the saliva over his aching cock; it wasn’t the best lubrication but it was all they had. He lined himself up, holding his desperately hard cock in his own hand, Harry’s little hands gripping tightly onto his shoulders, his slender legs around Fenrir’s waist. He didn’t break eye contact for even a second as he pressed forward.
Harry gasped slightly, more in realisation that he was really fully giving himself to the Alpha, letting the man take him, his virginity, than in reaction to the sensation. He vaguely wondered if it should have been hurting him, but all he knew was pressure and sensation. It was slow progress as his body gave enough to allow the large length inside him.
Fenrir hesitated as he buried himself inside his little mate, not daring to push himself all the way in, Harry was pushing down on him, writhing and pleading for him to move but the Alpha had to be sure that he wasn’t hurting his mate. He kept his hands firmly gripping at Harry’s hips to allow himself to stay in full control as Harry’s warmth surrounded him.
“Oh… fuck… Fen… please,” Harry begged, his words turning into a long groan as Fenrir pulled out only to push back in, pleas continuing to pour from Harry’s lips. The tight ring of muscle contracting around him and the feeling of it almost stripping him of his control as his movements became faster.
Even knowing how small his mate was and that Harry had never allowed anyone else inside him, the Alpha was slightly overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations. The heat and pressure and friction around him made him want to pound Harry into the ground, and his self-control was tested as his little mate experimentally clenched around him as Harry's heels dug into the small of his back in an attempt to draw him in.
“Little one,” Fenrir tried to say in a warning tone, but it came out more as a plea, as he wrapped his hands around Harry’s waist, lifting his mate's slender hips as he bore forward; his balls brushing against Harry’s arse as he shifted deeper inside his little mate, drawing a howl of pleasure as he brushed against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside him.
“Fen..., please... faster,” Harry ordered, his voice gruff and needy as he tried to push himself more firmly against his mate, despite the torturously arousing grip that the Alpha maintained.
Fenrir was happy to oblige, as he leaned over his mate, burying himself inside him with a punishing pace, unable to look away from the expression of delighted wonder on Harry’s face as he brushed his cock over the sensitive spot inside his little mate. The heat was powerful, and even with the cold of winter around them they were hot and bothered in all the right ways.
He could feel his climax coming as he pushed himself inside his mate but he was damn sure that he wasn’t going to be the first one to come, loosening his grip, Fenrir reached between the two of them, taking his mate’s weeping erection in his hand, stroking it to match the rhythm of his thrusts. The sound that escaped from his little mate was almost enough to send him over the edge but he maintained what little control he had left.
“Fuck… fuck… fuck,” Harry gasped out as his stomach clenched tightly as he came over his chest and the Alpha’s, his fingernails digging into the flesh of the older man’s back as his muscles contracting around the large cock still thrusting inside of him. The sensation, combined with the scream of bliss from Harry’s mouth, was too much for Fenrir who roared with his own release, spilling himself into his mate.
It was perhaps the strangest part of it all for Harry, feeling his mate emptying himself inside him and then the building pressure as the Alpha’s knot swelled, locking them together; perhaps it was simply that he was just drifting in a post orgasmic bliss but Harry felt completely at peace and safe as Fenrir lifted him into his arms.
Fenrir thought that having Harry boneless in his arms, his cock knotted and buried inside his little mate, might be his favourite place in the world to be. It had been so long awaited, and hard fought for, and worth every moment, he was certain. He sat up with Harry cradled in his arms, and on his lap; it would be a short while before they would be able to separate, but he was hardly complaining as his little one rested his head on Fenrir’s chest.
He ran his fingers through the tangled raven hair, pulling out a stray leaf that had gotten stuck there, as they brought their breathing and racing hearts back under control. Harry nuzzled into his neck, placing soft kisses upon exposed flesh, lapping at the sweat drenched skin with his tongue.
“Keep that up, little one, and we won’t be making it back for Christmas lunch,” Fenrir warned as large hands ran the length of his mate’s bare back.
“Don’t tempt me,” Harry said in a whisper as he gave a soft nib at the Alpha’s jaw.
“I think the others would send out a search party before that could happen,” Fenrir said with amusement as he tilted his head to the side, allowing his little mate better access.
“Yeah, the mood you were in when we left, they might think you killed me,” Harry teased, shifting a little uncomfortably on the formed knot that was still buried deep inside of him. Shifting did very little other than cause Fenrir to brush up against the over-sensitive glad of nerves making Harry gasp and the Alpha to let out a low growl.
“Does that make it more or less likely that they’ll send a search party?” Fenrir asked, trying to distract himself from his mates fidgeting around his cock that was going to do nothing to get them back to the clearing and Christmas with the pack any quicker.
“Depends on if they heard us,” Harry said with a smile, before he groaned as realisation hit; he was never going to hear the end of it from Clay.
FGHP
Fenrir was rather insistent that he carry his little mate back to the clearing, which was a good thing, because although Harry would never admit it, his legs were still a little shaky. Apparently all the teasing about the Alpha’s stamina and ability had been well worth it.
Harry, in return, was pretty insistent that he be carried straight back to where he had left Fenrir’s present, seeing as he was clutching Baloo bear tightly to his chest as he snuggled into his mate while he was being carried. He had been separated from his childhood comfort toy for so long now, he was glad to have it back. For the first time, Harry was beginning to realise that even though Fenrir was a grumpy git most of the time and had a difficult time vocalising his feelings the Alpha really did care for, if not love him; he had to, to go to so much trouble for him.
“Put it on,” Harry commanded, as the Alpha carefully sat him down on the blankets and hides that made up their bed. Fenrir frowned at being ordered to do anything but his mood was still good enough that he allowed it and even did as instructed, dropping his old jacket to one side and replacing it with the new one. “Very handsome, my Alpha,” Harry told him with a grin, still clutching the worn out bear in his lap.
“Thank you, little one,” Fenrir said leaning down for a kiss, which was happily given “stay here,” he instructed, going to get them both something to drink. Harry just rolled his eyes, holding the stuffed animal close to him as he watched the Alpha head over to the fire where Lukas was still playing with his presents.
Harry bit his bottom lip to suppress a groan as Clay sat down next to him with a huge grin on his face. “Did you two have fun playing with the Alpha’s yule log?” he asked, looking very pleased with himself. As per his Dad’s rule he didn’t mention the bear.
“Seriously?” Harry asked, unable to keep from laughing at the ridiculousness of his best friend.
“So you two…?” Clay asked.
“Yep…” Harry said simply, smiling at where Fenrir was talking with Lukas. Or rather it looked like Lukas was talking at the Alpha; given the baffled and bewildered expression on Fenrir’s face Harry suspected it was about his new tea collection. He grinned, holding Baloo bear close to him, as he watched the Alpha’s good mood be tested by the tea obsessed man.
“You aren’t the only ones,” Clay informed him. “Callie and Jenson snuck off an hour ago.”
“Really?” Harry questioned. It was strange; even though he knew that the two of them were mates, he had never even thought about them being involved in that way. They somehow always managed to be discreet about their relationship, in a way that he was quite certain neither he nor Fenrir would ever have the patience for.
“So how was it?” Clay asked, waggling his eyebrows rather suggestively. “Did you come out on top?”
“Oh no, he was definitely on top,” Harry told him with a smug look about him as he ran his fingers over the still soft fur of his childhood toy.
“Oh, so you let him holster his wand then?” Micha said taking a seat on Harry’s other side.
“Not you too,” Harry groaned, but he was grinning like a madman at his two friends. “And yes, I did,” he added in response to Micha’s question. “And it was amazing.”
Micha smiled at him, determined not to show his mixed emotions about that on his face; on one hand he was really glad that Harry had enjoyed it and that the pup hadn’t suffered like he had, and that Damon had been telling the truth that it could be pleasurable, but it was still a little heart-breaking to have it confirmed how used and abused he had been. Harry could read him like a book though, and reached out to squeeze his hand. They didn’t need words and just shared a comforting, supportive smile.
“You’re going to be running off all the time for a little rumpy-pumpy now, aren’t you? Now you have your first taste you are never going to want to stop,” Clay teased and Harry and Micha turned to him and rolled their eyes, shaking their heads at him.
“How would you know, Clayton? Have you ever done it?” Romy asked, taking a seat nearby.
“You’re fourteen, we can’t discuss this with you,” Clay protested, though he looked to be actually blushing.
“That’s a terrible excuse, Clayton,” Romy told him. “For a start you are always making sex jokes around and at me, and besides, I am only just a year younger than Harry and he is the one actually just had sex.”
“Does everyone know?” Harry asked as he buried his head into the soft fur of Baloo, loving that somehow it already smelt like the Alpha, though he had no idea how.
“Yes,” Micha, Clay, Romy, Tessie and Lukas all chorused, the last two from where they were sitting a short distance away. Damon was frowning in mild disapproval but said nothing; Fenrir was looking decidedly pleased with himself as he gave Harry a fresh mug of tea and a kiss.
“You weren’t exactly quiet, you swear a lot when you’re enjoying yourself,” Clay informed him with a grin, as the Alpha headed back to take a seat next to Damon, given that the space around Harry was completely occupied by the younger pack members. He could have moved them, but he didn’t want to break up their moment, when Harry seemed to be enjoying it.
“And you didn’t answer my question,” Romy said with a huff of breath, glaring at her cousin.
“Damn, she spotted that,” Clay whispered loudly to Harry, whilst winking at Romy.
“No way,” Harry said suddenly, turning to stare at his friend as he figured it out, “you actually have done it,” he added quietly, remembering that Clay’s Dad was sitting only a few feet away from them. “And you never told me; some best friend you are,” he pointed out, his eyes narrowing into a glare as he gave Clay an annoyed nudge.
“Harry, shut up!” Clayton said, giving him a swift elbow to the ribs.
“Clayton Danes, please tell me I miss heard that,” Damon’s voice said as he got to his feet and moved over to his son, pulling the teenager to his feet by the scruff of his neck.
“Errr…” Clay said; there was no point lying, his Dad would see straight through it, but he wasn’t about to hand over all the sordid details about his first time and the girl he had shared it with.
“Move, we need to talk,” Damon told him, turning and pointing his son in the direction of the edge of the clearing. “You should start walking, this is only going to get worse the more difficult you make it,” he warned. “And Harry, you might be the Alpha’s mate, but I do NOT want to hear about any of it.”
“He didn’t actually…” Romy said, taking the spot next to Harry that Clayton had just been forced to vacate.
“He never told me either way,” Harry said to her with a shrug of his shoulders. “Sorry, Romy. If it helps he never actually had a girlfriend or anything.” She nodded sadly, glad that neither of her parents were here right now. “I’m going to go and intervene, I think Clay might need some back up,” Harry told her, standing up. “Can you look after Baloo for me?”
Romy looked a little startled as Harry handed her the bear but she nodded, accepting it from him, finding that she actually rather liked holding it. Harry’s body heat had made it warm as she held it close to her, unable to stop thinking about the fact that Clay had been with another girl and the horrible feelings that stirred within her. She didn’t care for him in that way, she was sure that she didn’t, she was too logical for things like that, but it still somehow didn’t sit right with her.
Damon hadn’t dragged Clayton very far from the clearing, something Harry was thankful for as he could feel the weight of the Alpha’s gaze following him as he went. If he strayed too far from the clearing then he was going to have a grumpy, possessive Fenrir following him.
“How old were you Clayton?” Damon was demanding from his son.
“Fourteen,” Clay mumbled, looking at the floor.
“Please tell me you used protection,” Damon demanded.
“Of course I did, I’m not stupid,” Clay insisted as Damon turned, realising that Harry was there as well, looking and feeling a little out of place.
“The same goes for you Harry Prince! You’re fifteen, you don’t want to be pregnant now, you’re still a pup yourself! You’re about to start school.” Damon took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, “I can’t stop either of you from doing it, especially not you Harry but I can damn well make sure that you’re careful!”
“Careful… but I’m gay and trust me, I don’t plan on sleeping with anyone other than Fen! I get why Clay has to be careful but why me…?”
Clay stared at his friend with wide eyes, as Damon struggled to find the words to even know where to start explaining all the things that Harry apparently had just never been told. Damon knew better than to think or speak ill of the dead but in that moment he was cursing Severus for not having told Harry this.
“Seriously, Harry?” Clay asked, blinking slowly in his surprise. It had just never occurred to him that Harry wouldn’t already know; his own sexual education that Damon had given him when he was about eight or nine had been embarrassingly thorough.
“I feel like I am missing something major here,” Harry said, suddenly feeling very nervous.
“You’re a submissive, Harry, of course you can get pregnant! Please tell me Severus told you about this, or that at least you used protection just now!” Harry, feeling a little overwhelmed and looking a little faint, shook his head. “FUCK!” Damon swore. “Did the knot form?” he demanded and Harry instantly flushed bright red, this was not something that he wanted to be discussing with anyone, let alone a man who was all but a father to him.
“Just tell him, Harry, this is pretty important,” Clay encouraged. He wasn’t really comfortable being there for the discussion and he sure didn’t want to hear the answer, but obviously it was a lot for Harry to take it and as his best friend Clay would stand by him. Literally, for now, just in case he did pass out like he seemed about to do.
“Don’t ruin this for me! Today was meant to be special!”
“Harry… did the knot form?” Damon asked angrily, their conversation clearly having carried to where the others were because now the Alpha was heading in their direction.
“Yes,” Harry said quietly as Fenrir reached them.
“What the hell is going on here?” he demanded, trying to put his arm around Harry who took a step away from his mate, still trying to get his head around things.
“You should have told me,” Harry accused, reaching out and shoving Fenrir, to no effect. “You can’t get me pregnant, it isn’t fair, I’m FIFTEEN!”
“What have you said to him?” Fenrir demanded, rounding on Damon.
“I only asked if he was being careful, he didn’t even know that it was possible!” Damon raged back at the Alpha; he didn’t care about pack's positions right now, all he wanted to do was protect his pups.
Harry was crying, he didn’t even realise it was happening but his cheeks were wet and his eyes red rimmed. It had all been so perfect, so right, and it was all ruined. He didn’t want to be a parent yet, not anytime soon really, and that was even without the whole being pregnant thing. He could feel panic building, he had to get away.
Clay thought that his friend was on the verge of a breakdown by the looks of things, or at least about to do a runner. He had seen Harry tense himself ready for transformation enough times that he knew what was coming, and quickly wrapped his arms around his best friend; before they had to spend the rest of Christmas talking Harry out of a tree.
“It’ll be okay, but we should leave these idiots to argue amongst themselves,” Clay said angrily, glaring first at his Dad and then at the Alpha. He couldn’t believe that they had managed to upset Harry again.
“Clayton,” Damon said in warning, but there was no heat in it. He could see the point his son was trying to make, they were doing nothing to help the clearly very shaken submissive they were supposed to be taking care of. “We’re not done here!”
“Yeah we are, Dad,” Clay said snappishly as he put an arm around Harry’s shoulder, trying to lead him away, however the Alpha had other plans.
“Little one,” Fenrir said, grabbing hold of Harry’s wrist, trying to stop him from retreating away from him.
Harry instantly snatched his arm away and cuddled into Clayton. “Don’t touch me,” he snapped. “You should have told me, Fenrir,” he said coldly, the Alpha a little taken aback by Harry’s tone. This was not how the day was supposed to go.
Romy instantly offered Baloo bear back to Harry, a gesture that was willingly accepted, just as Micha wrapped himself around the other submissive on the other side to where Clayton was. Together, the three of them made up some sort of Harry sandwich with the old, repaired bear in the middle of it all.
“Don’t even think about going up in that tree again,” Clayton said. “It’s far too cold to be scaling trees.”
“Like you’d manage it whatever the weather,” Micha teased Clay.
“Least I didn’t fall out,” Clay teased back making Harry laugh through his tears.
“This time,” Harry reminded him.
“If I remember correctly that was your levitation charm that made us fall, not my incompetence,” Clay said, a little put out that his climbing abilities were being questioned yet again. Harry wasn’t about to admit that he had spelled the tree so Clayton couldn’t climb it.
“Thanks, Clay,” Harry said, “for getting me away from those two.”
“You honestly didn’t know?” Clay asked, still unable to believe that his friend had had no idea that he could fall pregnant.
“Know what?” Micha asked, not having heard the majority of the conversation.
“That submissive males could get pregnant,” Clay said. “Harry had no clue.”
“Oh, you didn’t know that?” Micha asked, confused. His mother had known from the moment he was born that he was a submissive wolf and told him everything he needed to know. It had scared him shitless and it was why, until Harlan, he had always been with women. The idea of being pregnant wasn’t something that had sat right with him whenever he had considered it a possibility.
Harry shook his head. “I’m fifteen, I don’t want kids!” he said sadly, the thought that he might be pregnant right now was enough to make him want to be sick, this was not something he wanted. However, the strong arms of Clayton and Micha being wrapped around him helped to ground him and stay in his right mind.
“What’s going on?” Callie asked as she and Jenson entered the clearing, looking as if they had just gone for a long walk, if you didn’t know what they had just disappeared off to do then you never would have guessed.
“Who is the Alpha fighting?” Jenson asked with worry.
“Damon,” Harry said as he heard the unmistakable sounds of a punch landing making him wince. He closed his eyes and buried himself into Clayton while Micha tightened his grip around him in an effort to protect Harry from the violence that he hated so much.
“Shit,” Jenson said as he, quickly followed by Lukas, ran off to deal with the two fighting males before they could do serious damage to one another.
“What’s Christmas without a little family drama?” Clay asked turning to Harry, trying to make him at least smile but it seemed that his friend was beyond that right now, too overwhelmed with new information and the fact that his mate was fighting… AGAIN.
“What happened?” Callie asked, looking between the pups and other pack members wanting an explanation. She and Jenson hadn’t been gone that long, she hadn’t thought that things could disintegrate that quickly in their absence, especially not since both the Alpha and Harry had been otherwise occupied. Clearly they had been wrong.
“Dad wasn’t very happy that Fenrir didn’t use protection,” Clay told her, with another glance towards where he could hear Jenson’s voice, presumably trying to talk sense into Fenrir and Damon as they continued to pummel one another with a fair amount of force, if the noises they were making were anything to go by.
“Protection?” Callie asked curiously, not sure what her nephew was talking about, realising that she had clearly missed something huge while she and Jenson had been spending some quality time alone together.
“CLAY!” Harry protested with a small whine, he knew that the pack wasn’t big on the whole privacy thing, but that didn’t mean he wanted to have this conversation with everyone.
“She’s the one with medical knowledge here, she might be able to help you,” Clay said with an apologetic shrug. He was going to look out for his friend no matter what it took and in his mind telling his Aunt had been the best way to help him.
“Help with what exactly?” she asked, her hands on her hips, looking between Harry and Clayton expectantly. If the two of them needed her medical help then she knew that it couldn’t be anything good. Combined with the fact that Fenrir and Damon were fighting she had a very bad feeling about this.
“Fenrir fucked Harry without protection,” Clay stated rather bluntly and this time it was Harry to give him a clip round the ear. “I’m going to start wearing my helmet twenty-four seven if you people keep hitting me.”
“Well stop being so crude then,” Romy snapped at him. “Then you might not deserve it so much and don’t wear the helmet, you look ridiculous and takes all the fun out of hitting you.”
“Romy, Micha, Clayton, please go and help Tessie with the food,” she said wanting to have a quiet word with Harry, thinking that it was wise to speak to him alone as he was clearly quite emotional about the whole situation.
Only once they were gone, without a single muttered complaint did she turn back to the fifteen year old submissive, a kind look on her face. “I assume you don’t want to be pregnant,” she asked and Harry shook his head. “There is a potion you can use, it’ll stop you getting pregnant or we can wait and see what happens and discuss the options after that but it’ll be a week or so before I can determine if you are or not.”
“I don’t want to wait,” Harry said, feeling absolutely terrified, he couldn’t think of anything worse than not knowing for an entire week if he was pregnant now or not, he didn’t want to agonise over the possibility, wonder if he would be making the right decision by getting rid of it if he was, no he wanted to be sure as soon as possible that he wasn’t. He was about to go to Hogwarts after all, there were Aurors and Deatheaters after him, there were aggressive werewolves threatening their territory; having a child to look after was the last thing he wanted or needed right now.
“Alright, well I’m sure we can get hold of the potion for you, not today but tomorrow maybe, when the shops open again,” Callie said softly. “I’ll make a trip out into town especially to get one for you, little one.”
“Won’t it be too late to take it by then?” Harry asked with concern. He didn’t want there to be even the smallest chance that he was knocked up. He wasn’t in a position where he was able to care for a baby; it would be cruel and neglectful to have a child right now.
“No, you can safely take this potion up to four days after sex to prevent pregnancy, little one. You’ll be fine,” she reassured him. “Is that why the Alpha and Damon are fighting?”
Harry nodded. “Damon’s mad that Fen didn’t tell me that it was possible for submissive males to get pregnant and that he didn’t use protection. They always end up fighting because of me,” Harry said sadly, trying his best not to turn to look at where Jenson and Lukas were trying to tear Fenrir and Damon off each other.
“It’s because they care about you, little one, and fighting is the only way those two have ever known to solve their differences; it’s been the same since they were boys. Neither of them will hurt the other, don’t worry too much about them.” Callie said to him, finding it rather endearing that Harry cared so much about the overgrown buffoons who knew no other way to settle a disagreement other than to resort to punching each other.
“I don’t like all the fighting, especially over me,” Harry said rather pathetically. Fighting for any reason wasn’t something that he liked but when he was a cause of it he hated it even more.
“Well how about you let Jenson and Lukas worry about them and we go stop Micha and Clayton from ruining that perfectly good boar, or we will have nothing to eat later?” Callie suggested. She really did have such a kind heart, and she pulled the rather tearful looking Harry into her arms. “It really will be okay, little one,” she promised, “families are just stupid sometimes.”
“Thank you,” Harry said quietly, returning the embrace for a moment before letting her lead them over to where Romy was trying to explain why they would have to turn the boar over while cooking it; Clay and Micha seemed to think they should just be able to lie it in the flames and come back to it in a few hours, much to her exasperation.
FGHP
It was starting to get dark early, due to the short daylight hours of the winter months, and the sun was already mostly set by the time they had eaten their impressive feast. With no thanks to Micha and Clay, the boar was cooked to perfection and despite the earlier fight the pack were in relatively good spirits, though perhaps a little tense.
Taking one of the large legs of meat, Fenrir decided it was time that he spoke with Harry; it was obvious that his little mate had been more than a little shocked at the revelation and apparently terrified of the idea of having a child. It had hurt the Alpha’s pride somewhat at first, but as long as it was a ‘not now’ and not a ‘never’ then he would wait for Harry to want it as much as he did.
“Hungry?” Fenrir asked, sitting down behind Harry who was still hugging Baloo close to him as he had been all day. The Alpha give a grateful nod at Lukas and Clay when they got up to give the Alpha pair some privacy to talk. Harry went to move away, and follow his friends, but Fenrir had deftly looped his hand around Harry’s waist and held him gently in place. He wasn’t going to let him get away that easily, he was determined that after what they had shared today that they were going to get things back on track.
“I’m not hungry, Fen, I just ate,” Harry said a bit snappishly as he was offered the leg of meat. He tried to get up again, but that wasn’t going to happen until the Alpha was done talking, the arm still remaining firmly around him.
“Damon,” the Alpha called over, waiting for him to get up and walk around the fire. “Here, eat this, Harry isn’t hungry,” Fenrir told him.
Damon smiled widely, trying and completely failing not to look too pleased. If Fenrir was handing him a piece of meat that he had intended for Harry, then there was no doubt that he was forgiven; it was sort of the Fenrir and werewolf equivalent of a manly hug. “Thank you, my Alpha,” he said, and headed back round the fire to take a seat next to Micha, pulling off the best bits and handing them over.
“I’m angry at you,” Harry told his mate even as he leaned back against his large chest with an irritated huff of breath.
“I noticed, but then that rarely changes, little one,” Fenrir told him bluntly. “I thought you would know.”
“Well I didn’t, it isn’t something my Dad ever told me about, he didn’t even know I was gay,” Harry said angrily before taking a deep breath, realising that they needed to talk this through not start another fight. “I’m not ready for this Fen… I can’t be pregnant right now.”
“I know,” the Alpha stated, “Callie told me she’s going to get you the potion tomorrow.” He had not been pleased to hear what she had offered his little mate, but he didn’t want Harry to be stuck pregnant, with a child he didn’t want, either. Between the two options he could admit that the potion was probably the best one and he didn’t begrudge Callie offering it to Harry.
“I’m sorry,” Harry said, his eyes wide and pleading for forgiveness as he leaned back to look up at his mate. He really needed Fenrir to understand that it was all too much, too fast, he was just too young. Harry thought one day he would be able to be excited about having pups with his mate, but it certainly wasn’t going to be the day that he lost his virginity and found out that being pregnant was even a possibility for him.
“You have nothing to be sorry for, little one, as long as you’re not saying never I can live with waiting. I waited fourteen years for you,” Fenrir reminded his little mate, “I can wait a few more years to have pups with you.”
“You really don’t mind?” Harry questioned in surprise. He had been expecting the whole ‘you are my mate and therefore will have my children’ argument; he actually felt a little bad for having underestimated the Alpha’s ability to accept his needs. He perhaps should have realised that the Alpha wasn’t going to force him into anything that he wasn’t ready for.
“As long as you aren’t mad at me anymore, I don’t mind,” Fenrir told him.
“I don’t think I was even really that mad at you, for that at least” Harry admitted, turning around in the Alpha’s arms to snuggle into his mate’s chest, still clutching at Baloo bear, “more just bloody terrified… oh and we’re not having sex again until we’re sure I’m not getting pregnant!” he added looking up into Fenrir’s golden eyes.
“I’ll make sure that it won’t,” Fenrir assured him, returning the embrace, glad that Harry was in his arms and happy again, though he wasn’t exactly thrilled with being denied sex from his little mate, however he could concede that it was Harry’s choice to make and wouldn’t force him on the matter.
“Thank you for Baloo,” Harry said, his voice soft as he made himself comfortable against his mate, relishing in the soft touches as Fenrir stroked his hair fondly.
“Baloo?” the Alpha asked in confusion.
“The bear,” Harry explained, stifling a yawn. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, little one,” the Alpha said as he placed a soft kiss atop the unruly mop of raven hair and let them fall into silence, the rest of the pack talking around them, their bellies full, the fire keeping them warm and everyone, even Tessie, the newest member of the group, was loved.

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