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Fragmented Soul	By : StrawberryGirl87 & Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 79707 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Chapter List
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This chapter is dedicated to the wonderful Starlight Massacre, who inspired this story to be written in the first place, as today is her birthday. Happy Birthday, Star. <3

Fragmented Soul
Chapter 27 - Marshmallow
The days between the rather stressful Boxing Day and New Year’s eve had been thankfully quiet. No attacks, not a whiff of strays in their territory. The only exciting thing to happen, if you could call it that, was when Fenrir and Jenson had gone to burn the bodies of the strays.
Harry and Romy had been rather insistent on helping. In their opinion it had been them to take their lives and therefore they should see what it took to dispose of the bodies they had created. Both Fenrir and Jenson, however, had been adamant that they were not going to have anything to do with getting rid of Keres and Brade. They were far too young to see and smell that. The scent of burning flesh still churned Jenson’s stomach and that wasn’t something he wanted his daughter to experience.
To stop the two youngest pups from sneaking off along with them to help anyway, which was something they had been plotting to do, Fenrir and Jenson had done their own plotting and sneaking. Both were getting accustomed to the antics of the pups and were ensuring that they were one step ahead. They had waited until both Harry and Romy were asleep before going to do it. Damon had taken Fenrir’s position around Harry and Callie had stayed with Romy to make sure that they hadn’t woken up.
Of course both pups had been pissed when they’d woken up. Even Romy, who was never angry, seemed unhappy at what had been done but it soon settled and they were able to settle back into their routine. Though the date on which the three young pack members would be going to Hogwarts was edging ever closer.
It was becoming a familiar sight to see Romy reading over her supply list for school; she seemed to have become a little paranoid that she was going to be missing something important. Her Mum had to repeatedly remind her that she still had three full days to be able to finish off her packing, but Romy’s trunk had already been packed and repacked twice. Clay and Harry found it quite amusing, at least until Romy started to nag them into sorting their own packing for school.
“She’s going to drive us crazy before we even leave the clearing,” Harry whispered to Clay as they managed to escape from Romy, with a little assistance from Callie, who had asked her daughter to help her with dinner.
“She’s just trying to help,” Clay defended. Harry just gave him an incredulous look, letting his best friend know that he knew exactly why he was defending her. “Yes, okay, she is a little bit obsessed,” he admitted after a couple moment’s hesitation.
“A fool in love if ever I saw one,” Harry muttered under his breath.
“You’re one to talk,” Clay retorted. “You practically swoon every time the Alpha so much as looks in your direction.”
“Swoon?” Harry questioned, turning to glare at his friend. “I so do not swoon, Clayton.”
“You swoon,” Micha agreed, throwing an arm over Harry’s shoulder, pressing the back of his other hand to his forehead and pretending to go weak at the knees.
“Some friend you are,” Harry grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest, definitely feeling ganged up on by the other two.
“Aww, well I think it’s cute,” Micha said, ruffling Harry’s hair and then quickly dodging out the way as Harry went to tackle him, both Micha and Clayton laughing hysterically.
“I’m not cute,” Harry grumbled unhappily, having failed to grab hold of Micha in his tackle and fallen to the floor. None of them noticing the Alpha making his way over as Harry pulled himself back upright.
“You’re very cute,” Fenrir said, stepping in and lifting Harry off his feet and into his arms, kissing him. “What were you arguing about this time?”
“Nothing!” Harry said quickly, which set Micha and Clayton off with their giggling again. The Alpha gave them a rather disapproving look as he set his mate down on the floor, dusting him off a little.
“Behave, I’m going hunting with Jenson,” Fenrir said as he gave Harry another chaste kiss, making Harry feel a little giddy.
He sent a death glare towards Clayton as he heard his best friend whisper to Micha, “See, look, swooning.”
“So I see, he even swept him off his feet,” Micha agreed, making Clay snort with laughter.
“Shut up,” Harry hissed at them, watching Fenrir head over towards the Beta wolf, before turning and punching Clay playfully in the arm.
“Hey!” Clay protested, “No fair. I can’t even hit you back without risking life and limb,” he pointed out as the Alpha turned around and gave a warning look at the three young werewolves.
“Maybe you could ask Romy to defend your honour,” Harry suggested looking smug.
“That’s right because really you’re one of the girls now,” Clay teased, which only resulted in him getting another two punches to the arm as both Harry and Micha hit him. “Owww,” he grumbled, rubbing at what was sure to become quite a bruise. “Micha, what did I do to you?”
“I’m a submissive, same as Harry, I don’t want to be called a girl either!” he said, giving Clay a pointed look.
“You’re a submissive too?” Clay asked, staring at Micha in surprise, before looking at Harry who giggled a little in amusement at the look on his best friend’s face.
“Yeah,” Micha said slowly, amazed that Clay hadn’t figured it out sooner. Honestly he thought it was somewhat obvious, but he supposed that with Clay still being a pup his scent wouldn’t have given him away so easily.
“How was I supposed to know that?” Clay asked incredulously, glaring at the two submissive wolves.
“Maybe if you opened your ears; it isn’t exactly a secret!” Harry said with amusement. He was fairly shocked that Clay hadn’t realised sooner, not that it was widely discussed in the pack.
“Well at least I don’t swoon!” Clayton grumbled unhappily.
“Only because Romy won’t let you,” Micha teased.
“She will… eventually,” Clay said, giving Romy a longing look where she was sat going through her Hogwarts trunk for what seemed to be the hundredth time paying the others no mind at all, far too engrossed in her reading list.
Across the clearing Damon was sat watching his pups and Micha with a smile on his face. To see them all smiling and laughing after everything they’d been through was wonderful and even just watching Micha made him love the submissive all the more. So intent in watching the three of them that he was a little startled when Lukas sat down next to him.
“I’m going into town, need to grab some paperwork, you need anything?” Lukas asked, looking at Damon questioningly.
“I don’t need anything but I know what I could do with,” Damon said, thinking that it was time they got into the spirit of the time of year. They’d not had any at Christmas but this was New Year and they needed to celebrate. “A proper drink!” he declared.
“You think that’s wise with those two,” Lukas asked, motioning over to where Harry and Clay were still giggling with Micha.
“No but I know I need this, we all do. They’ll behave, if we keep an eye on them,” Damon said, not even believing it himself.
“Do you really believe that?” Lukas asked incredulously.
Damon sighed. “No, not really, but a man can dream. And it isn’t like they will be any worse if the rest of us have a drink or two, if anything they might be calmer,” he said thinking about how alcohol usually made him a little sleepy. He was hoping that if the two teenage boys did get hold of some it might have had the same effect.
“Wait, you’re actually thinking about giving those two alcohol?” Lukas questioned looking at the former Beta wolf like he had completely lost his mind.
“You think they won’t just steal it from us anyway,” Damon pointed out, “at least this way we will have the illusion of controlling how much they have.”
“The illusion of control,” Lukas mused. “Isn’t that what Fenrir has over Harry?”
“I think that’s what we have over all of those pups,” Damon said with amusement.
“I’ll get the beer,” Lukas said with certainty. “Anything else? Some fireworks maybe?”
“Please tell me that was a joke,” Damon said, looking a bit pale. “You have met my son, right?”
“Don’t worry, it was a joke,” Lukas assured him with a chuckle, patting Damon on the shoulder as he got to his feet. “Mixing Clayton and alcohol will be dangerous enough.” No one would dare bring explosives back to the clearing to be anywhere near Harry and more specifically Clayton. They would all be too worried that he might try and sneak some of them off to Hogwarts and that castle was in trouble enough as it was.
Lukas looked over to where Damon was staring rather intently. To anyone who couldn’t see right through him, they’d assume that he was watching the pups that he cared for, ensuring their safety. However, anyone who knew him well could plainly see that he had only eyes for one, Micha. The sooner the two of them stopped denying it the better it was going to be for everyone.
FGHP
Lukas had been expecting it to be a quick trip but upon reaching his house he’d found a rather large stack of letters and had had to spend an hour sorting through it all before shrinking it down to pocket size so that he could take it back to the territory. By the time he was finished he realised that he wouldn’t have time to go to the store but that didn’t mean they’d have to go without as there was an off license that would be open and was actually closer.
None of them really drank much and they never had any reason to visit the off license when they did their errand runs so it wasn’t somewhere that Lukas was familiar with. Although the scent that hit him when he entered the shop certainly was. There was only one person other than him in the store, the young girl behind the counter; he was sure that he had seen her before but he couldn’t quite place where.
She was certainly beautiful, slender with flaming auburn hair that she had pulled up into a ponytail. Her dark brown eyes watched him move through the store, staring intently as he picked up two crates of twenty four before heading to the counter with them as if they weighed absolutely nothing.
“Evening,” Lukas said with a charming smile.
“Hi,” the muggle girl said, smiling sweetly at him. “You don’t get out much, do you?”
“Excuse me?” Lukas asked, taken aback and slightly confused by her question.
“I’m sorry, it’s just I know you live here but I never see you around, only once, when you bumped into me. I’m sorry, that was really rude of me,” she said, rambling as she rang up the beer on the register.
“I bumped into you?” Lukas asked, trying to think back to when this might have been. He knew that he had indeed bumped into a muggle girl but he hadn’t been paying much attention to her at the time, which was why, he realised that he knew the scent. “Did I at least say sorry?” He asked.
She giggled a little at his question. “Yes, you did, very polite,” she said, smiling. “That’ll be forty-seven, ninety-eight please.”
“What’s your name?” Lukas asked as he handed over the money.
“Nell,” the girl said. “Yours?”
“Lukas.”
“Well, it was very nice to meet you, Lukas,” she said as she handed him his change. “I hope you have a great New Year, I’m guessing you’ve got something exciting planned,” she said motioning to the forty eight bottles of beer he was buying.
“Yeah, you could say that, me and a few friends and family,” Lukas said, thinking fondly of the ragtag pack that was waiting for him back in the clearing.
“No girlfriend then?” she asked, and then realising what she had said her cheeks flamed as red as her hair. “I’m sorry, that was really rude of me, I shouldn’t have… sorry.” Lukas couldn’t help but smile at her, he couldn’t help but find it a little endearing that she just kept putting her foot in it.
“It’s quite alright and no, no girlfriend,” he said with a hint of amusement in his voice.
“Maybe we could… do you think that we might…?” she seemed to deflate a little with her embarrassment, unable to finish her sentence.
“I’d like to get a drink with you sometime,” Lukas said and she looked at him with a huge smile.
“Really?”
“Yes,” Lukas said smiling back at her, “really.”
“I… err… how about I give you my number?” she suggested.
“You do that,” Lukas agreed, smiling at her. He wasn’t particularly familiar with using phones but he knew enough to know what she meant and that he could use one of the booths in town to call her sometime. He definitely hadn’t been looking for a date but a good excuse to get out of the territory for a drink sometime sounded appealing, particularly with such attractive company.
“Here you go,” she said, handing him a slip of paper from the till, which had a series of numbers written across it a little haphazardly, but clear enough that he would have no trouble figuring it out.
Slipping it into his pocket with the change, he gave her a sweet smile. “Have a lovely evening, Nell” he told her with a polite little bow of his head, which made her giggle.
“You too… Lukas,” she told him, as he picked up both large crates of beer with no trouble at all and headed for the door.
FGHP
Fenrir had been a little annoyed that Lukas had gone off on his own and even more dubious about it when he had returned with beer. Damon quickly made sure that the Alpha knew that it had been his idea but that didn’t make the Alpha any happier about it. Fenrir had reached up and clipped his best friend around the ear for not consulting him on the matter first. This was of course much to the amusement of Clayton, who was foolishly not wearing his helmet and in turn got a clip around the ear from Callie for laughing at his father.
Fenrir had quickly turned to Harry and banned him from having any. Of course his mate’s reply had been to laugh and declare, “You’re not the boss of me,” which had made everybody laugh.
Clayton had instantly looked pleadingly over to his dad, an excited gleam in his eye as Damon rubbed the back of his head. The eldest of the pups hadn’t even needed to ask the question before his father nodded. “Yes but only one.”
“If Clay gets one, then I get one too,” Harry insisted.
“Don’t even think about asking, young lady,” Jenson told Romy before she even had a chance to put in her two sickle’s worth.
“I’ll have you know I wasn’t going to ask,” Romy said matter-of-factly from her book sounding offended that her father didn’t think better of her than that.
“That’s my girl,” Callie said affectionately, Jenson however looked dubious.
An hour later and the evening had well and truly set in, Romy had put up the twinkling fairy lights again, lighting the clearing beautifully. Clayton had turned the fire purple, just for her, and they were all sat around it, beer in hand, all apart from Romy who was happy with a mug of tea that Lukas had made especially for her.
Harry had managed to escape from his mate’s clutches long enough to sit by Clay, and was taking very discrete sips from his bottle of beer, lest Fenrir take that one away from him too. Every time he had tried to claim a bottle all for himself the Alpha had taken it from him with a pointed look but luckily for him Micha was getting particularly good at getting them back again when Fenrir placed them down.
Damon had caught him the last time, but Micha had just given him a pleading look and assured him that it was just the bottle the Alpha kept taking from Harry; the former Beta had folded, allowing him to get away with it but swore that if Fenrir found out it would all be on Micha’s head. The way the submissive had smiled at him when he said that made him certain that they both knew that wasn’t quite true. Damon felt he was getting a much better idea of just how Harry had managed to wrap Fenrir around his little finger.
He cast a glance over at where Harry and Clay were sat with Micha; Damon honestly thought he would never get tired of watching the three of them laugh together. Though Clayton sounded definitely more like he was giggling like a school girl and Damon frowned, beginning to wonder just how much his son had actually managed to get hold of and drink. He was just thinking about heading over when he saw that that was exactly where the Alpha was heading too.
“Hey! That’s mine,” Harry protested as Fenrir lifted the mostly empty bottle from his hand for the fourth time that evening, handing it to Jenson who was a nearby.
“No, little one,” the Alpha said firmly, picking Harry up into his arms and taking a seat next to Micha.
“Well if you are going to take away my beer, I want something in exchange,” Harry tried to bargain, turning around so that he was straddling his mate’s lap. The alcohol completely erasing any inhibitions he had about making out in front of the pack and completely forgetting the promise he had made to Callie.
“What would that be, little one?” Fenrir asked, ignoring the way Clay was giggling from Micha’s other side. Clayton being drunk was Damon’s problem, not his.
“Don’t worry, I am sure it is nothing you won’t enjoy giving me,” Harry told his mate with a widening grin as his small hand slid down between their bodies to attempt to grope the Alpha.
Clay still seemed unable to stop giggling, until it turned into a groan of complaint when Damon appeared behind him and removed his bottle of beer, handing that one also to Jenson. Apparently saying that they could just have one had been all very well and good in theory but as always the pups had had other plans.
“You too, Micha,” Damon said, at the submissive who was looking definitely a little bit less than sober. Micha didn’t seem that bothered by the suggestion though and willingly handed his own bottle to the Beta wolf.
“I swear this pack is trying to get me drunk,” Jenson told Callie quietly, gesturing to the small collection of beer bottles he now had before placing a kiss on her cheek.
“It’s cold,” Micha grumbled, wrapping his arms around himself, before looking up hopefully at Damon, who was still standing behind him and Clay.
“I’ll get your hides,” Damon said, heading off to fetch them.
“Little one,” Fenrir was chastising, taking hold of Harry’s hand that had made a third attempt to undo the Alpha’s trousers.
“But Fen…” Harry whined, resting his forehead against the Alpha’s broad chest; the sleepiness, that was clear in his voice, seemed to be waging war with how horny he was and winning.
Damon returned a few moments later with Micha’s personal hides that he had been gifted for Christmas, and handed them over. Clayton in the meantime had attempted to steal his beer back from Jenson, but his stealth was clearly inhibited by however much he had drunk, as he was now sat at the Beta’s side, under Jenson’s watchful gaze, sulking.
“You can join me,” Micha said softly, pulling Damon from his thoughts. The submissive was lifting up the edge of his hides to make space for the older werewolf.
“You’re sure?” Damon asked somewhat uncertainly, not wanting to push the submissive too far just because they had both had a bit to drink. He didn’t want Micha to regret this in the morning.
“I’m sure,” Micha said with a smile. “I don’t want you to get cold.”
“Micha…”
“Please. You can help me warm up quicker.”
“Sit down, shut up and give the boy his cuddles already before you wake Harry,” Fenrir snarled quietly, his little mate having finally given up his sexual advances towards his mate and fallen asleep in his arms.
“Yes, Alpha,” Damon agreed hastily, wasting no time taking his seat next to Micha; it was an order after all.
Micha looked up to him with a very pleased smile. “Thank you,” he said, shuffling as close as he could get without actually climbing on Damon’s lap, and though he considered that as an option for a moment, he wasn’t quite ready for that yet. Subtly, beneath the blankets, where no one else could see, Micha tentatively reached out and took Damon’s hand within his own, lacing their fingers together and giving a little squeeze that Damon returned.
“It’s almost midnight,” Jenson said a few moments later as he juggled the four bottles of beer he had been given off his lap and put them on the ground.
“Celebrate quietly,” Fenrir growled as his arms tightening around his slightly drunk, slumbering mate.
“Don’t you want to see the New Year in with him awake, my Alpha?” Callie asked curiously knowing that she was going to love seeing in the New Year by kissing her mate.
“Nobody wakes him,” he said threateningly, “he needs his sleep.”
Harry wasn’t the only one who had not lasted for the countdown, Clayton had fallen asleep as well, leaning against Jenson and snoring lightly. The Beta wolf sighed, standing up and moving him carefully over to the hides where he usually slept with a few of the others. Apparently the teen couldn’t handle his alcohol.
“How about a toast…” Lukas suggested, dragging a rather tired looking Tessie towards the others, “quietly,” he added with a look at the Alpha, who nodded appreciatively.
“To a quiet and peaceful year,” Callie said, raising her beer. She knew it was probably hoping for too much given the way things seemed to happen to them, but she could dream.
“To Harry and Clayton not destroying Hogwarts,” Damon added, making Micha chuckle quietly because with that one they really had very little hope.
“To my very beautiful little family,” Jenson joined in, taking his seat next to Callie again, placing a kiss on his daughter’s forehead and then his mate’s lips.
“To our pack,” Fenrir added, “and you, my precious little one,” he added in an almost silent whisper, hidden by the kiss he placed on top of Harry’s head. The teen mumbled something incoherent but slept on, snuggling into the warmth of his mate.
“To those kind enough to help a girl in need,” Tessie said, smiling at them shyly and received a few nods and smiles in return.
“To actually being loved,” Micha said in a slightly tearful whisper that no one but the wolf beside him heard; Damon placed a kiss on his temple and pulled him tighter into his side. He wanted to protect the submissive from his past pain but all he could do was be there and help him through it; he was so proud of the progress Micha was making.
“To actually being able to choose our family,” Lukas said, smiling to each of his pack brothers and sisters fondly. He loved each and every one of them dearly and he knew that unlike his own family they accepted him for who he was, Lycanthropy curse, tea obsession and his love of Arithmancy included.
“That’s it,” Jenson said as he checked his watch. “Happy New Year,” he said raising his beer bottle up as in the air before taking a sip. The others around did the same before turning to those that they loved to kiss them.
Fenrir placed a soft kiss upon Harry’s lips, careful so not to wake him. Jenson claimed Callie’s lips in a far more passionate embrace than they were accustomed to sharing in front of the others that made her blush furiously, all the while Romy making mocking noises of disgust as she pinched her eyes shut.
Damon turned to Micha and smiled, not expecting for anything other than a hug or a kiss to the cheek and found himself shocked to the core when the submissive leaned forward and pressed their lips together briefly before pulling away, looking a little ashamed of himself for what he had done and blaming the beer that was making his head a little fuzzy.
Damon took action at once, putting his arm around Micha’s shoulder and pulling him closer, kissing his temple and just holding him. He was more than grateful that Micha had felt comfortable enough to do it. He would do anything to have that again but he wasn’t going to push him, not when they had both had a little too much to drink and probably weren’t in the best frame of mind.
Now that it was officially January and the New Year, Fenrir decided that it was time he and Harry went to bed. He stood up; he had brought in the New Year with his pack but now all he wanted was to curl up in their makeshift bed with his mate, holding him in his arms. He settled them both down gently and carefully so not to disturb Harry, snuggling them both up in their blankets as the rest of the pack also prepared themselves to sleep.
Damon knew without asking or making the suggestion that Micha wouldn’t want company tonight, and even if he did, it would be uncomfortable for him come the morning. Also he wasn’t sure how his son would take it and he didn’t want to open up that particular can of worms just before they left for Hogwarts. It was better all-round if they didn’t take that step just yet.
“Come on,” Damon said with a soft smile. “Let’s get you into your bed.”
“Awww, really? Are you coming with me?” Micha said softly, cuddling into Damon’s side. He was admittedly kind of sleepy and Damon was warm; he was vaguely aware that had he been entirely sober he might have not been being quite so forward or relaxed around the older werewolf. But, slightly inebriated, he was feeling more confident than he had in weeks and he couldn’t stop thinking about what Harry had told him.
“I’m not coming with you but yes, really, time for bed, trouble,” Damon insisted, chuckling at the submissive, the nickname said with great affection.
“Trouble?” Micha asked, looking up at Damon with confusion.
“You deny it?” Damon challenged, with a playful smile.
Micha smiled, as Damon helped him to his feet and bundled up the hides around him. “As long as I’m not too much trouble for you,” Micha said, looking at the former Beta with a little spark of concern.
“Never,” Damon assured him, pulling the obviously sleepy submissive into his side as he led him over to the other side of where Fenrir was laying down next to Harry. He could also see Jenson, Romy and Callie going to lie down too; only Tessie and Lukas seemed to be staying awake, but it was likely that once they were done with their beers they would call it a night as well.
“How can you be sure?” Micha asked, as he accepted his hides back from Damon and started making up his bed. “I’m always too much trouble in the end,” he added softly, clearly not intending for the older wolf to hear, but Damon had good hearing; he often joked that it was from years of listening out for the next disaster Clay and Harry would cause.
“I’m just sure,” he said firmly, gently taking Micha’s chin in his hands to make sure the submissive met his eyes and could see his sincerity. “No matter how completely barking mad you drive me sometimes, you will never be too much trouble,” he promised, pressing a small kiss to the corner of Micha’s lips. “Now, get into bed, trouble,” he said with an affectionate smile.
Micha rolled his eyes, but did as he was told; he always hated it when the pack treated him like one of the pups, but there was something about the way Damon spoke to him, treated him, cared for him, that it just made him feel safe and not babied or mollycoddled. It was nice.
“Damon,” Micha called out softly from where he was lying down, as the other werewolf turned to leave, and he waited until Damon turned back to look at him in question. “You know I am going to have to come up with a nickname for you too now, right?” he told him with a cheeky grin plastered on his face.
It was a beautiful thing to see and Damon felt his heart flutter at the sight of it. He decided then that he would do what he could to put that expression on the submissive wolf’s face as often as possible. “Do your worst,” he challenged, a huge grin on his face, which didn’t fade in the slightest as he sorted himself a spot to sleep next to Clayton, who was still snoring lightly. His last thought as he closed his eyes was, that as long as Micha kept smiling at him like that, then the submissive could call him whatever he liked.
FGHP
Damn werewolves! It was all their fault. Impatient half-breeds the lot of them. He remembered how delightfully violent and impatient Greyback had been when they had worked together. Oh he had been fun to work with when sent on jobs from the Dark Lord but as a breed they were beyond useless. Attempting to kidnap Potter and failing, how stupid did they have to be? Stupid enough to then tell the Dark Lord apparently.
It was almost certainly their fault, because Lucius was pretty sure it was nothing he had done specifically that had left him be the target of the Dark Lord’s rage. Lord Voldemort simply seemed to have come up from his private rooms in a stormy temper and, despite torturing several Deatheaters in the corridors on his way to the dining room, he was still in a furious mood when he arrived. Sure the Dark Lord had not forgiven him for the incident in Diagon Alley and the following Daily Prophet article, but Lucius suspected that the Dark Lord had mostly been cursing him for amusement rather than punishment.
To say that Lucius was not amused would have been an understatement as he prowled through the hallway’s of his house; and it was HIS house, he might be permitting its use as a base of operations for the Dark Lord, but he would not surrender its ownership. He was starting to sympathise with the Dark Lord’s need to let out his anger now, his own fury and frustration building to the point where he needed an outlet. It wasn’t helping his mood any that his wife was still cowering in the nursery and had yet to return to their marriage bed.
After three months it was obvious she was not going to do so of her own accord and now he was left with no choice but to force her hand in the matter; he was sure she would see things his way soon enough. With that thought in mind, Lucius turned and headed down another corridor, up a flight of stairs and past several grumbling paintings of his ancestors, that he ignored completely. He didn’t come to a stop until he was standing in front of a door that he knew to be the nursery.
He glared hatefully at the immaculate woodwork for a moment; his son was on the other side of that door, he realised. In all likelihood actually both of his sons were there, and that was still a strange concept to him; in the three months since Abraxus’ birth he had only set eyes upon the boy once and that had been when his wife had finally answered the Dark Lord’s summons.
He still didn’t know how he felt about the boy's existence, it was confusing to him. He could see the value in a spare heir, particularly given Draco’s failure to make any significant progress with the Dark Lord’s orders. The boy also obviously kept Narcissa happy, but he had little interest in training another little brat to be obedient.
He had only ever wanted the one child, Draco had been enough, conceived on their wedding night, the night after… no he would not think on that or on her. He had made his choice, he had walked away and done his duty to his family. That choice had led him here and even if there were regrets it was nothing that he could change now.
He twisted the handle on the door and pushed, but he felt the wards push against him, blocking from entry to a room in HIS house. Lucius’ already fragile control on his temper was crumbling. “Let me in, Narcissa,” he demanded loudly as he pounded on the door with the end of his cane. He wouldn’t suffer this in his own house, not from his wife who was supposed to be there to fulfil his needs.
He could hear people inside the room; though muffled by the wards he easily identified Narcissa’s voice and Draco’s angry replies, even if he couldn’t hear what they were saying, it was obvious that they disagreed with one another. Stupid argumentative boy, he thought to himself, that was something he got from his mother but she had learnt her place quickly enough. It seemed that even with all his years of work he still hadn’t taught the boy true respect, which meant he would have to spend the time beating some sense into him when he got the chance.
Lucius could also now hear cries building, presumably they came from Abraxus, and the idea of having to listen to a screaming child while he put his wife back in her place and knocked some sense into his older son was already grating on his nerves. He wouldn’t suffer this level of disrespect towards him, especially not in his own home.
He was almost slightly stunned when the door was finally pulled open by Narcissa, though he kept his composure, not letting on how surprised he was at her sudden appearance. For a woman who was living in one small room with a baby and a teenager she looked remarkably well groomed and as stunning as she ever did. “Let me inside, you will not keep me out of rooms in my own house,” he told her sternly.
“No,” Draco said from further inside in the room, and when Lucius looked towards him he could see that his older son was rocking Abraxus in his arms. “Mother, do not let him in, I won’t let him touch Brax.”
Brax… Urg, what an awful abbreviation, Lucius thought to himself though he maintained his facade of cool composure, that was another thing he was going to have to put a stop to. No child of his was going to be nicknamed Brax. He had no interesting in dealing with the brat tonight though, in fact it suited him better not have to deal with Draco’s meddling either now he thought about it. He had come here for his wife and that was what he was going to get. “Out here with you,” Lucius order his wife, his voice stern as he glared at her, daring the witch to challenge him.
“Mother…” Draco warned, worry in his tone. He knew the look that was in his father's eyes and he had been on the receiving end of the beatings that inevitably came when had that malevolent glint in his silver eyes. He didn’t want his mother to go outside of this room and risk that.
“Draco, stay with Brax, I think I need to speak with your father,” Narcissa said, sounding far too calm and collected for Lucius’ liking. He wasn’t particularly pleased to hear her refer to their second son as ‘Brax’ either, but at least she stepped out from inside the warded room.
The moment she was in the corridor, past her strong protective wards he grabbed her by the throat, forcing her to her knees, a satisfied snarl on his worn, handsome face. Oh how he needed this, to feel superior, to be able to make someone beneath him suffer as he had suffered at the hands of his master. The fingers of his other hand, the one holding his cane, tangled in her hair, tilting her face up towards him so that he can appreciate the shock in her expression in its full glory.
He had chosen her over the one woman that he had loved and he was going to make sure that she made it worth his while. He had done his duty to his family and Narcissa was going to hold up her end of the deal. She was here to satisfy him, to be a good and attentive wife. He wasn’t going to allow the sacrifices he had made to have been made in vain.
“NO!”
That was Draco’s cry of anger. Lucius heard it but did not spare it a thought; the boy was caring for his three month old brother and as much as Draco was a Mummy’s boy he wouldn’t risk bringing Abraxus within reach of his enraged father.
“Stop this, Lucius,” Narcissa said weakly, her eyes pleading with him, her hands clenched at her sides as she resisted trying the obviously natural reaction to try to pull her hair and neck free from his grip, she didn’t want to give her husband the satisfaction of reacting.
“You will remember your place, Narcissa,” he said coldly, his voice calm and controlled as he glared down at her. “You will return to our rooms, you will sleep at my side and please me as you should,” he instructed. “The boy is old enough to be cared for by elves,” he told her.
“No, that’s our son,” she reminded him. She hated the idea of being away from Brax, certainly while he was so young, and she simply didn’t trust anyone, not even the ever obedient house elves, to give him the care he needed and deserved. “I have to…”
“You may return to him during the day, if you must,” he interrupted. He was too kind to her sometimes, he thought to himself.
“No, I can’t leave him…” she started to explain but her words were cut short when he suddenly released her hair and hit the side of face with his cane.
“NO!” Draco shouted again, he was closer this time having put Brax down in his cot, despite his crying. The three month old boy might be distressed but at least he was safely behind the wards of the nursery; their mother, however, was literally in the hands of their father and he would help her even if that meant taking her place.
“Draco, no,” Narcissa whimpered as her husband’s grip tightened around her throat. Her eldest son however was not going to just let his father hurt his mother. Brax was safe and that was what mattered. If he could save his mother some of the pain then that was what he was going to do and that was why he stepped out of the nursery, ready to take on his father.
“Let her go!” Draco snarled, his fists clenched at his side. Lucius turned to look at his oldest son with nothing more than mild interest in his gaze. He hadn’t known that the teenager had the balls to confront him but he was almost pleased that he did because perhaps the boy wasn’t a lost cause after all.
Without saying a word Lucius released his wife, took a firmer grip upon his cane before swinging it through the air to collide painfully against Draco’s cheek, knocking him into the wall. Narcissa screamed, throwing herself at her husband, grabbing hold of the arm that held his cane, trying to stop him from delivering another blow to her eldest son.
Lucius however was able to throw her off as if she were nothing, a mere fly buzzing around his ear. She was knocked forcefully into the far wall as he approached Draco again, the teenager clutching at his cheek where a fang from the snake head cane had grazed him, a small trickle of blood working its way down his jaw and on to his neck. However there was a look of defiance in the boy’s eyes as he met his father's gaze. Draco glanced at his mother, hating the tears she was shedding, but he was going to protect her and his brother no matter what it cost him.
FGHP
Everyone was on edge. Callie was even on the verge of tears and Fenrir hadn’t been seen for the last hour. Harry, Clay and Romy were all packed, though the youngest of the three pups was sure she had forgotten something and kept having to check, which meant unpacking everything and starting all over again. Her behaviour was only serving to make everyone else more anxious. Eventually Jenson had put a stop to it when he had seen how unhappy it was making the Alpha and Callie who didn’t want the pups to leave.
Harry was more than a little worried about his mate; he would be going to Hogwarts in the morning and they hadn’t yet shared the bonding bite that they had promised would happen before they were parted from one another. Now that Fenrir had vanished, seemingly in a bad mood at the constant reminders that his mate was leaving, Harry wasn’t sure what to do.
They had the entire afternoon left and Harry didn’t want to waste it, he wanted to spend it with Fenrir and the rest of his pack being happy, he didn’t want their last day in the territory to be tainted by anything depressing. Finally having had enough Harry decided that he was going to go looking for Fenrir and demand to spend time with him no matter what his mood was. The Alpha didn’t get to be selfish and go off in a huff today, Harry wouldn’t let him.
“Where are you going, little one?” Damon asked as Harry got up from where he had been sitting with Clayton and Micha by the fire. The latter two had been playing cards and had been so engrossed in their game that they had completely missed Harry getting to his feet.
“I’m going to find Fenrir,” he said as he headed off in the direction that his mate had taken not an hour ago, determined to locate him.
“Oh no you’re not,” Jenson said, scrambling to his feet and grabbing Harry round the waist and lifting him off his feet before he could go anywhere much to the protests of the teenager who didn’t appreciate being grabbed like this.
“Let go of me!” Harry shouted rather indignantly, hitting at the arm holding him, hating that he was so small and could be manhandled so easily by the larger members of the group.
“Not a chance,” Jenson said. “Now either sit down and behave or…”
“Or what?” Harry challenged, his tone venomous. “What are you going to do?”
Jenson wasn’t entirely sure what to say to that so he just sat back down where he had been sitting before Harry had made his break for freedom, maintaining his firm but careful grip on the teenager. “Or we can just sit here like this.”
Harry struggled to get free from the Beta wolf; it was one thing to be sat on his mate’s knee, which he considered to be an affectionate gesture because the Alpha liked having him close and vice versa, but this was more like being treated like a small, disobedient child and he hated it and he wasn’t about to put up with it either.
Frustrated that he could do very little against the strong arms holding him in place he decided that enough was enough and he wasn’t going to be bossed around by anyone no matter what their rank was in the pack hierarchy. Focusing his anger and channelling it he began to transform into his animagus form. Before Jenson knew what was going on, he had a tan and brown flecked falcon in his lap rather than a teenage boy, which was considerably harder to hold on to than a human was.
“Probably should have seen that coming,” Damon said with amusement as Harry easily flew out of Jenson’s grip.
“Fenrir won’t be happy if he goes back into that tree,” Callie said looking at the falcon with a mix of disappointment and horror as it circled above their heads.
“Is he likely to go back into the tree?” Tessie asked, she too had tilted her head up to watch the glorious bird of prey above them.
“Depends,” Lukas said with a shrug, sipping at his tea, completely un-phased by what had just happened, “on how pissed off he is.”
“Harry, you come down here this instant,” Jenson said in his most authoritative voice, Damon and Clayton only laughed at him. “What?” he asked them. “What’s so funny?”
“You think that yelling at him will get him down? Do you know Harry at all?” Damon asked. “He isn’t like Romy, you know.”
“I’m the Beta, he has to listen to me,” Jenson said which only made Damon and Clayton laugh more. When Damon had been Beta it hadn’t made Harry any more co-operative. He had no clue why Jenson thought it would make any difference now that he was the Beta wolf of the pack instead.
“Oh, Dad, you really have no clue,” Romy said in amusement.
“Just like he has to listen to Fenrir,” Damon returned in amusement. “That boy won’t be talked at or ordered around; he’s far too headstrong for that.”
“How would you get him down then?” Jenson asked in a grump, realising that he had no hope of getting Harry down without the others helping him.
“How about this,” Clay said with a grin as he moved over to Harry’s Hogwarts trunk, opening it up and digging around until he found his box of brownies. “Hey Harry,” Clay called up to the falcon, “look what I have.”
It took all of a minute before the falcon that was Harry had landed on Clay’s head and was giving him rather vicious pecks to the forehead with his beak until the eldest pup dropped the tub of brownies back in the trunk. At which point Harry hopped to Clayton’s shoulder and remained there.
“See you just have to know how to train him,” Clayton said, earning himself another sharp peck from Harry, this one to the side of his head. “I was kidding,” he said with a laugh, rubbing the sore patch on his head. He was lucky that Harry hadn’t drawn blood as his beak was very sharp.
“Is he going to change back?” Jenson asked, not wanting Fenrir to come back and start asking questions as to why his mate was a falcon all of a sudden.
“I got him down,” Clay said with a shrug. “That’s your issue, you talk to him.”
“Harry, I really think you should transform back now, the Alpha won’t be happy to find you like this,” Jenson pointed out in a deliberately calm and reasonable tone.
Harry however just tipped his head to the side and continued to look at the Beta; it was difficult to tell while Harry was still a falcon but Jenson was fairly sure that he looked amused. He then turned his head, looking up at the tree where he had gone to think twice before, knowing full well that it would make them all panic. He was rather enjoying teasing them as he remained perched on Clay’s shoulder.
“Harry, don’t,” Jenson pleaded. He would never have normally resorted to such things but the Alpha would skin him alive if he came back and found Harry up the tree; particularly given his already bad mood. “I know you are mad at me right now, but… just not the tree, please.”
“Aww, I think he’s just showing you who’s in charge,” Micha said with a grin.
“You shouldn’t encourage him,” Lukas said with a frown.
“That boy is something else,” Tessie said to Lukas, who gave a small nod of agreement at this statement; there really was nothing else that could describe Harry any better. Any submissive teenage pup that could run rings round not only the Alpha but the Beta wolf too truly was something to be admired, though perhaps not encouraged, just as Lukas had said.
“Come on, Harry, please,” Jenson pleaded.
Harry hopped off Clay’s shoulder, gliding gracefully to the floor and landing behind him as he transformed back, meaning that his best friend was between him and the slightly disgruntled Beta wolf. “Still want to try and stop me from going to find Fen?” the teenager challenged Jenson, looking at him with a mischievous glint in his emerald eyes.
“Damn it,” Jenson cursed under his breath, though he was at least glad that Harry was human again and showing no indications of wanting to scale any trees. That was something at least but he still didn’t want the pup going off on his own, wandering around the forest, unprotected.
“Yeah, I didn’t think so,” Harry said with a grin of triumph as he turned and for the second time headed in the direction that the Alpha had gone earlier. “Oh, and Clayton,” he added, turning and walking backwards for a moment, “touch those brownies and you will find out just how sharp my falcon talons really are.”
Clay threw his hands up in surrender, grinning. “I wouldn’t dare,” he declared.
“Harry, wait,” Jenson called out. “Don’t go wandering off, not alone, it’s dangerous.” Harry however didn’t seem to be listening, or else he was just ignoring the Beta wolf, either could have been true but whatever it was, he wasn’t stopping.
“It’s okay, I’ll go, make sure he finds him okay,” Lukas told them, closing and putting down his book before getting to his feet and following after the devious little pup.
Harry had played Jenson quite impressively, but Lukas did worry that one day Harry would not listen to an order when it really mattered; they just had to trust that the submissive would be able to recognise those orders when given and obey. He thought that at least if it was he who followed then Harry might not react quite so strongly to as if Damon or Jenson had.
“Some of the things I have planned are things you won’t want to see, Lukas,” Harry called out, with a glance over his shoulder.
“Don’t worry, little one,” Lukas said, as he caught up, “as soon as we find the Alpha, I will leave the two of you alone to do whatever despicable acts you choose.” He gave Harry a teasing smile, enjoying the way the submissive still blushed at the implication. Despite how blunt he was it was nice to know that Harry still felt embarrassed when he was called on it.
“Better you than Beta bossy boots,” Harry said, looking mightily pleased with the new nickname he had come up with for Jenson who was in his bad books right now after what he had done. It was certainly a name that he was going to use in front of the Beta one of these days to show him exactly how he felt in regards to him. Harry was determined to make it known how he felt about being manhandled like that just to ensure that the others didn’t try anything like that.
“I dread to think what you call me when I’m not listening,” Lukas said with amusement.
“Lukas, mostly,” Harry told him with a grin.
“Mostly?” Lukas asked; he had been joking when he suggested Harry had names for him too, but now he found himself rather curious.
“Mostly,” Harry agreed, smiling with mock innocence. He was trying to think if he did have any names for the other wolf, but he couldn’t think of any; it was still fun to tease him with it though.
“So do you have any idea where the Alpha is?” Lukas asked after a few moments of silence had passed between them.
“Nope, not a clue,” Harry said with a smile and a shrug of his shoulders.
“You were going to just come out here on your own and walk around aimlessly until you found him?” Lukas asked, unable to believe that Harry, after everything that had happened, would be that reckless.
“In my defence, I know he came in this direction so it wasn’t completely aimless,” Harry told him, he had had some idea despite not knowing an exact location.
“Harry…” Lukas said in a groan. The teenager was mightily frustrating and exhausting at times.
“And I knew that I wouldn’t be allowed to go without someone following,” he added with a shrug.
“Maybe we should go back to the clearing, wait for Fenrir there,” Lukas suggested.
“By all means, you can go back to the clearing whenever you like,” Harry told him with a grin. “I’ll let the Alpha know you thought I could manage on my own. I’m sure he will understand.”
“You’re quite the manipulative little devil today,” Lukas said with a frown as they continued to walk together.
“I try,” Harry said with a shrug.
“You are going to at least try and stay out of trouble while you’re at Hogwarts, right?" Lukas asked. "We won’t be there to protect you.” He was just as worried as the rest of them that the pups would be at the school out of reach of the pack and only have each other.
“Define trouble,” Harry said with a worrying grin.
“Harry…”
“What?” Harry asked innocently. “It’s no good me trying to stay out of trouble when trouble usually finds me,” he added and they both knew that this was true.
“Shh,” Lukas said suddenly, gripping Harry’s arm. He placed a hand over Harry’s mouth when the submissive went to speak. He was sure he had heard something off to their left and, now that they weren’t talking, he could identify that someone was walking towards them. “Behind me now,” Lukas ordered, a little surprised and definitely pleased when Harry obeyed without question. Maybe the boy really did know a truly important order when he heard one.
“Good of you to defend my mate but why is he out here in the first place?” Fenrir asked, appearing before them and allowing Lukas to breathe a sigh of relief. The Alpha however did not look too pleased.
“Trying to figure out where you had sulked off to, Mr grumpy pants,” Harry told him, stepping out from behind Lukas towards his mate.
“He was rather… determined to come find you, Alpha,” Lukas explained, scowling at Harry. “I thought he should at least have someone with him given that there was no stopping him.”
“Jenson really thought he could stop me,” Harry told Fenrir with a giggle as he approached his mate.
“Not funny, little one,” the Alpha said, picking Harry up into his arms, his little mate’s legs wrapping around his waist.
“Actually it was a little,” Lukas told him, “but I should totally get back to the clearing now,” he added quickly when Fenrir growled at him. “I’ll let Beta bossy boots know that you are with the Alpha,” Lukas told Harry.
“Beta bossy boots?” Fenrir questioned curiously, halfway glad that he wasn’t the only one that Harry found nicknames for.
“Yeah, he would give you a serious run for your money,” Harry informed his mate, leaning up and placing a kiss on Fenrir’s lips as Lukas retreated away from the Alpha pair.
“You need to listen to Jenson, little one,” Fenrir told his little mate sternly. “When I’m not there he’s in charge.”
“Well excuse me for wanting to spend my last day in the clearing with you,” Harry said huffily, wiggling in his mate’s arms to be put down, Fenrir however was having none of it. “I’ll know better than to disturb you next time.”
“Stop, little one,” the Alpha ordered firmly, ensuring that Harry was not escaping from his arms. “Stay.”
Harry froze and stared at Fenrir in surprise, that last word had not been an order, not even a little bit, that was a request. It was obvious that the Alpha didn’t want him to leave but Harry knew the large werewolf well enough to know that he wouldn’t be able to say as much.
“I’ll stay,” Harry agreed, nuzzling against his mate, “you owe me a bite anyway,” he reminded Fenrir. “I’m not going anywhere without that.”
“Stay here, with me,” Fenrir said as he nuzzled his little mate back, he struggled with the words but he needed to make his mate understand, needed to make him see how important he was.
“I’ll be back every full moon, we’ll see each other once a month but I will miss you too, Wolfie,” Harry said, knowing exactly what his mate was trying to say in his own way. “Mark me, Fen, please. I want everyone to know I’m yours.”
Fenrir didn’t need to be told again, forgetting all about their no trees rule, the Alpha had his little mate pinned up against a large trunk within a second, a possessive growl escaping his throat as he began to kiss his mate with vigour. Harry responded in kind, wrapping his legs tighter around Fenrir’s waist, drawing them together more firmly and his arms around his neck.
“Fuck, Fen,” Harry cried out as his mate’s lips travelled down his neck nipping gently against his skin, sucking on it slightly as they rubbed against each other, their erections growing.
“Mine,” Fenrir growled, as he ground against Harry, keeping a hand between his little mate’s shoulders and the tree, so that he wouldn’t get hurt again. This was an important moment for both of them, and he wouldn’t let it be ruined with unnecessary injuries, but he would need both hands and so he stepped away from the tree, Harry still in his arms.
Harry was rather surprised to be placed back on his feet for a moment and leaned against his mate’s chest as Fenrir shrugged off his large leather jacket and laid it out of the floor. “Really?” Harry asked, surprised by the thoughtfulness of the gesture, because the Alpha hadn’t bothered the previous times rather than because he believed he didn’t care.
“To protect your hands and knees,” Fenrir stated bluntly as he began kissing at Harry’s neck again.
Harry’s eyes went a little wide as he realised what the Alpha was suggesting; he wasn’t objecting, not in the slightest, but it was not a position that they had done it in before and there was the inevitable nervousness when trying something new. His small amount of apprehension was dwarfed by his excitement as his stomach clenched and tingled at the thought; the mental image of his mate leaning over him, burying his cock deep into his arse from behind was more than a little arousing.
“Fen…” Harry groaned, his erection fully hard and straining against the front of his trousers as he was unable to shake the image of his mate taking him from behind. If he didn’t calm down soon then this wasn’t going to last very long.
“Fuck,” Fenrir swore, “the lube…” He hated that they might have to stop and go in search of it or settle for something as unsatisfactory as spit, which never worked as well and was never as pleasurable.
“I’ve got it,” Harry gasped out, “pocket…”
Fenrir chuckled, giving his mate a nip to the jaw. “Why am I not surprised?” he asked as he slid his hand into the pocket his mate’s jeans, bringing out the tube of lube and throwing it carefully onto the edge of his jacket.
“Because I know what I want,” Harry said with certainty.
“Tell me what you want, little one,” Fenrir told him gruffly as he pulled Harry’s jumper up over his head, discarding it to one side without a care for where it fell.
“I want you to fuck me, to claim me,” Harry said, pressing himself against Fenrir’s chest to compensate for the cold air that hit his exposed body. “I want you to bite me,” he said, going on his tiptoes to bite teasingly at a pert nipple, that was simply too tempting to resist.
He suckled gently on the nipple, playing with the other between his thumb and forefinger, before moving his lips across the muscular chest; his hands then travelling down to the Alpha’s jeans, popping the button and starting to push them down his wide hips.
“You are getting good at that, little one,” Fenrir pointed out, with no small amount of pride when Harry managed to get his jeans undone first try.
“Practice makes perfect,” Harry said, grinning up at him.
“As long as you’re only practicing with me,” the Alpha said possessively, as he stepped out of the jeans that had pooled at his feet.
“Well I do occasionally take my own trousers off too,” Harry said, as though making a great confession to a terrible sin as he began to stroke at the large erection in front of him.
“You should let me take care of that in future,” Fenrir responded as he halted his little mates actions, he wanted to make this last and if Harry kept doing that it wasn’t going to.
“What do you suggest I do while I’m at Hogwarts, Wolfie?” Harry asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “I can’t exactly come home every time I need a piss.”
“Then don’t go,” the Alpha suggested seriously, shatteringly the humorous mood with that one statement.
“Fen, don’t, please,” Harry begged, his eyes wide. It was hard enough leaving the pack without his mate actually asking him not to. He knew that if Fenrir made enough fuss and kept telling him outright like this then his determination to go and to find answers would falter because he didn’t want to leave any more than his mate wanted him to go.
“Fine,” the Alpha said a bit impatiently. He knew it wasn’t going to happen but he had to say it. “Jeans off,” he ordered, determined to see as much of his little mate as he could before he was gone.
Those were the kind of orders from the Alpha that Harry could agree with but he couldn’t resist teasing. “You sure you don’t want to help me?” he asked, smiling up at Fenrir.
The Alpha let out a growl from deep in his throat; he made easy work of turning Harry in his arms, so that his little mate’s back was pressed against his chest. He caught hold of one of Harry’s wrists and then the other, holding them gently in one hand against Harry’s chest; his other hand made quick work of undoing his little submissive teen’s jeans, pushing them down over lithe hips to crumple on the ground around Harry’s feet.
Fenrir could feel his mate’s heart hammering away against him, both of them breathing heavily. Under almost every circumstance, Harry hated being manhandled, but yet during sex it was such a turn on to have the Alpha take control, to feel his strong arms wrap around him, holding him, directing him and controlling him. Harry could feel Fenrir’s erection pressing against him from behind and he knew that that was what he wanted, what he needed.
The Alpha put one foot on Harry’s jeans as he lifted his little mate with ease, leaving the remainder of Harry’s clothing behind. It was kind of strange for Harry to be in his mate’s arms and not be able to wrap his legs around him for support, but a moment later his wrists were released and he was lowered onto Fenrir’s jacket face first.
Instinctively he put his hands out to support himself, the Alpha’s large chest was pressing against his back and large erection pressing against his arse. He didn’t remember ever having felt quite so small as he did in that moment with his mate wrapped behind him; but he trusted Fenrir, his mate would take care of him and make this amazing, he didn’t doubt that in the slightest.
Fenrir kept his arm around Harry’s waist to support him as he used one of his knees to spread his little mate’s legs, positioning himself between them. His submissive made such a beautiful pleading noise as he rubbed his cock against Harry’s arse again; it always boosted his ego and pleased his wolf to know how much his little mate wanted him. Carefully, making sure that Harry was supporting his own weight, the Alpha reached the short distance to the edge of his jacket and grabbed the lube. He coated two of his fingers, placing the tube back down within reaching distance.
Harry whined as the warmth of the body against his back retreated. He hadn’t really anticipated how exposed and vulnerable this position would make his feel; it wasn’t a bad thing as such, just intense. He looked over his shoulder at where Fenrir was sat rubbing his fingers together for a moment, before the Alpha reached forward, the slick fingertips pressing against, and running between, his cheeks pushing them apart and exposing his entrance to Fenrir’s watchful gaze.
He didn’t even try to hold back his gasp as he felt a single large digit press inside of him, and he bit his lip as he pushed back against it, his body already demanding more. He heard Fenrir’s deep chuckle, presumably at how demanding he was being, but he really couldn’t help it and he groaned in satisfaction when a second finger pushed in next to the first, stretching him as they thrust in and out.
Fenrir was hesitant about preparing Harry any quicker, no matter how demanding his little submissive was being, but, as Harry had said, he knew what he wanted, and so he began to spread and bend his fingers as he pressed inside. He reached around Harry’s waist and took the long slender erection in hand, stroking it teasingly as his fingers pressed against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside his mate.
Harry was about ready to scream as a third finger was added, thrusting and scissoring him. He could feel his orgasm building and he knew he was going to come before Fenrir took him fully. The Alpha seemed to have realised something of the like because the hand around Harry’s weeping cock stilled, gripping firmly at the base, but not moving.
“Fuck, Fen,” Harry called out, tipping his head back and gasping for air at the sensations that were flooding and pulsing through him. Even with the Alpha’s hand firmly around the base of his length he felt like a coiled spring about to be let go. “Now, please... fuck... damn it, now,” he begged.
“Yes, now, little one,” Fenrir agreed, as he removed his hand from Harry’s arse to slather his length with more lube.
Oh thank fucking Merlin, Harry thought at the Alpha’s words, and he looked over his shoulder, as he fought his breathing back under control, to see Fenrir lining up the eep-worthy length with his arse. It was still slightly terrifying the idea of the large man pushing that inside him, but it was even more arousing and he knew how good it would feel; his little pucker was spasming with want as the tip of his mate’s erection pushed past the first ring of muscle.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Harry gasped out as Fenrir pushed himself inside. “Fucking hell, yes.” The Alpha kept a firm grip on his mate’s hips, preventing him from pushing back and going too fast, too soon, and hurting himself. It was the last thing Fenrir wanted, for his little mate to hurt himself, especially when he wouldn’t realise it.
Once the Alpha was buried deep within his little mate, he moved his hands to Harry’s torso, raising him up so that the submissive wolf’s back was pressed against the older man’s chest, changing the angle in which Fenrir was pushing into his mate making Harry groan in pleasure. He kept his arms wrapped around his little one’s chest as he thrust into him, kissing at his neck; Harry threw his head back to allow more access as Fenrir licked from the nape of the teenager’s neck to his ear lobe.
“Come for me, little one,” Fenrir growled in his ear. “As I mark you, I want you to come.” The Alpha continued his relentless thrusts, delighting in the mewling sounds of need that were escaping from his mate’s lips as he hit the pleasure spot inside of him with every movement.
“Fuck, yes, I’m so close Fen, please, I need you, fuck,” Harry gasped each word pleadingly, needing nothing more than to feel his Alpha to take him and mark him as his own. Fenrir reached round and took Harry’s cock into his hand, stroking it in slow teasing thrusts as he licked the nape of Harry’s neck, preparing it for the bite. “Do it, Fen, please. I’m going to come.”
As Fenrir felt his little mate tighten around his cock, as the submissive came, he sank his teeth into the nape of Harry’s neck, tasting the metallic tang of blood upon his tongue and it was enough to push him over the edge, spilling his seed into his mate. He un-clamped his jaw and began to lick gently against the bite, lapping up the blood as the wound began to heal.
Harry gasped out as he felt the cock inside him begin to swell, the knot of his mate forming as he struggled to catch his breath. Fenrir lay them down together on top of his jacket, keeping his arms wrapped around his mate’s smaller body to keep him warm.
“Fen,” Harry said, his voice almost trembling, glad that he wasn’t looking at his mate because if he had been he knew that he would have lost his nerve. “I love you,” he managed to say, his voice barely audible but he knew that the Alpha had heard him because he felt the large, strong arms tighten around him. Turning his head slightly to look up at his Alpha, fearing that he had said the wrong thing but found his lips claimed in a fierce kiss and that was all the answer Harry needed.
FGHP
Later that evening when Fenrir and Harry had finally made it back to the clearing after another round of mind blowing sex and several more toe curling orgasms where Fenrir had conceded into allowing Harry to mark him too, the entire pack was gathered around the fire. As always it was Clayton who broke the sombre mood that had settled in the territory as the clock ticked down to mere hours before the pups left.
“Come on, it’s our last night here,” Clayton said, desperately wanting Damon and Fenrir to cave and allow them to finish the leftover beer from New Year. The Alpha, Beta and Damon had all united on the no drinking for the night rule, not that Clay or Harry agreed with this decision.
Harry was giddy from his private afternoon in the woods with Fenrir but he was in the mood to celebrate the fact that he had his mating mark, something he had proudly shown off to the entire pack when he had strolled back into the clearing shirtless, much to the annoyance of the Alpha who had wanted him to put on his jumper and stay warm.
“I’m sure that sending two fifteen year olds to school hung over is the best way to make a good first impression,” Damon said with a frown, giving his son a very disapproving look.
"You want us to make a good impression?" Clay asked, looking at his father like he was crazy. He had no intention of making a good impression, first or otherwise. He was going there to protect Harry and cause whatever mayhem he could whenever it was possible.
Despite knowing that he was going to miss them all, Clayton was actually rather looking forward to being away from the pack. No one would have authority over him at the school, only his Alpha, his Beta and his father had any control over his actions, no teacher could ever hold the same authority as that of the pack leaders. It was going to be the same for all of the pups, though Romy wouldn’t be as bad as the boys. It was a werewolf thing that their Alpha’s word was the only one that mattered and Harry even had a hard time obeying that.
“I want you to not be drunk when you turn up,” Damon clarified, realising that a good first impression was a little too much to ask for when it came to his two boys.
“Always with the high standards,” Clay said with mock exasperation. “Auntie Callie,” Clay said sweetly. “Can I have more brownies for the trip?” he asked, his smile matching his tone as he batted his eyelashes at her. If she didn’t know him so well then she might have been fooled but, unfortunately for Clay, she was far too accustomed to his antics already.
“You can have all of the ones you haven’t eaten yet,” she agreed, knowing full well that he had already devoured the entire tub she had given him.
“But I ate them all,” Clay whined pathetically, making several of the pack laugh.
“That’s a shame,” Callie said sympathetically, though it was clear that she wasn’t exactly being sincere with her condolences.
Clayton then turned hopefully to his best friend, his deep brown eyes pleading with him. “Don’t look at me,” Harry said quickly. “You’re not having mine!”
“Or mine,” Romy interjected before Clay could turn his attention on her. She had seen first-hand the affect that much sugar had on her cousin, and, although highly amused by what it had lead him to do, she wasn’t going to hand over what he needed for a repeat performance willingly.
“Mine are all gone too,” Micha admitted with a shrug when Clayton looked to the older submissive. He had enjoyed every single mouthful of them too, not to mention all the chocolate bars that Harry had given to him. He had kept it a closely guarded secret just how much of chocolate whore he was from the rest of the pack but it looked like his secret was out.
“Really?” Romy and Harry asked at once, not having expected for Micha to have eaten them all already. Harry had known his love of caramel chocolate but it surprised him just how deep his fellow submissive's sweet tooth ran. Glancing to Damon he saw that there was a pensive look on his face, apparently he hadn’t known either.
Micha shrugged. “I like chocolate, they were gone by boxing day,” he admitted a little sheepishly. “I finished the caramel chocolate yesterday too.”
“All of it?” Harry asked, he’d bought several large bars and he found it hard to believe that Micha had managed to eat all of it AND the brownies too. At least there was the small mercy in that he didn’t seem to have the same hyperactive reaction that Clay did; though, Harry thought with a small smile on his face, Damon really did seemed to be a bit of a sucker for sugar obsessed, trouble makers.
While Harry and Micha had been discussing this and the others had been listening to them, Clayton had taken his chance, sneaking over to the last crate of beer that was half full of un-opened bottles from New Year. He helped himself to one, opened it and had drunk half before Damon even realised and went to snatch the bottle away.
Clayton however was too quick and, giggling, he was off, being chased by his irate father who was demanding the beer back. This was much to the amusement of the others who couldn’t help but laugh. Giving it up as a lost cause, Lukas summoned over the last of the bottles and began handing them out. As Harry went to accept one, Fenrir glared at him.
“Going to try and stop me, Wolfie?” Harry challenged, a smile on his lips as the Alpha took his own one.
“Just the one then, little one,” he warned, realising it wasn’t worth the battle that it was likely to cause if he tried to stop his mate and so simply caving in. It wasn’t like his little mate could get drunk on one bottle of beer after all; besides that he didn’t exactly mind when Harry was a little tipsy, especially considering he seemed to be a rather horny drunk.
Harry grinned in triumph as he accepted the bottle from Lukas, snuggling into his mate, he was determined that he wasn’t going to move from Fenrir’s lap this evening because tomorrow he was going to be somewhere unfamiliar and without his mate. Not even the thought of having a real bed or a hot shower could improve his mood at knowing that this time tomorrow he wouldn’t have his lover with him.
Jenson and Callie were both holding Romy close to them, neither had let her out of their sight for more than a couple of hours here and there since they had come to the pack, allowing her to go off to Hogwarts was a huge step for them. It was really starting to sink in that they were going and wouldn’t be back until the next full moon. They weren’t quite ready to let go of their little girl just yet.
Damon however, while not exactly thrilled that his son was leaving, had slightly more pressing concerns on his mind, such as whether the school would remain standing at all after his son had been a student there for a few months. He was sure that there was going to be something that would explode and he wasn’t looking forward to hearing about it.
Micha was watching as Damon chased Clay around, both of them now laughing more than running now. He was feeling a little sorry for himself. After New Year he had thought that their relationship had taken a positive step forward but now he wasn’t so sure. Damon had barely been near him since that night and Micha was starting to second guess himself about kissing him as the New Year had come in.
Needing to get some air and more importantly some perspective, Micha got up and headed away from the fire. Fenrir was so wrapped up in Harry, Damon with Clay, Jenson and Callie with Romy and Lukas and Tessie being deep in conversation, that no one noticed him slip away. He needed to get his head on straight because clearly he was starting to imagine things now. When Harry had told him that Damon had cared for him he had been hopeful that that was true but perhaps he really was too much trouble.
“What you doing way out here?” a voice asked a few minutes later when Micha had come to a stop, leaning against a tree, lost in thought, a dangerous place for him to be lost recently, what with all the thoughts and memories that tended to rattle around up there.
“I just needed some space,” he said with a shrug looking up to see Damon standing before him, looking a little concerned.
“Shall I leave you to it?” Damon asked, sounding a little sad about Micha asking him to go. He didn’t want to leave the submissive alone out here on his own this late at night. He just didn’t feel comfortable with it even though he knew that he was too close to the clearing for anything to happen to him.
“No,” Micha said at once. “Stay, please,” he pleaded, not wanting for Damon to leave at all. Taking a deep breath and gathering together all of his courage he said, “I came up with a few nickname suggestions.” He spoke quietly and almost hoped that he hadn’t been heard because he wasn’t sure if he had dreamed the end of their conversation from New Year or not. After being almost entirely ignored for the last few days he was beginning to believe it had been a figment of his imagination.
Damon broke out into such a wide smile at the mention of nicknames, that Micha couldn’t help but smile in return. “Really? Let’s hear them then, trouble,” he requested, sounding genuinely curious. Micha’s heart gave a little flutter at the sound of Damon’s nickname for him, relieved that he hadn’t dreamed it all up.
“Okay, sure,” Micha said, biting his bottom lip nervously. “Ummm... Stud, Ace, Captain,” he said running over some of the ideas that he had had, ticking them off on his fingers, “...Handsome, Sunshine, Sparky, Marshmallow…”
“Marshmallow?” Damon interrupted, laughing a little.
“Oh you like that one?” Micha asked his face lighting up because that really had been his favourite. He had no idea why but it just seemed to fit and, of course, Damon had challenged him to do his worst.
“Wait what?” Damon questioned, confused by Micha’s question; he was more just completely baffled by the nickname rather than anything else, but then that was Micha all over, confusing, keeping everyone on their toes.
“Marshmallow it is then,” Micha stated with finality and a delighted grin.
“That’s not what I meant,” Damon said, sighing and shaking his head with amusement; but, just like on New Year’s, he couldn’t bring himself to put up any kind of fight, not when Micha looked so happy.
“Don’t worry, marshmallow, I will only use our special name when we’re alone,” Micha promised in a hushed whisper.
“What have I done?” Damon asked, feigning horror as he encircled an arm around Micha’s waist. “You really are going to be trouble aren’t you,” he asked with a smile and Micha nodded with a smile on his lips.
“Can you handle that, marshmallow?” the submissive asked in a quiet voice.
Damon didn’t need to say anything, with his free hand he caressed the submissive wolf’s cheek gently, gazing into the stunning amethyst eyes; everything about this man making his stomach tingle as he closed the distance between them and claimed their first proper kiss. His tongue swept over Micha’s lips, begging for entrance which was willing given.

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Sera21 - Thank you, for leaving a review. To answer your question about what they do all day, they spend a lot of time talking or just playing games together, or reading. Harry still has his best friend with him; he and Clay can still do almost everything they would have done together before the pack to amuse themselves. Harry is used to amusing himself while his father was working too, but he gets the intellectual stimulation you mentioned largely from conversations with Lukas and Romy, who he frequently discusses many subjects with and by reading his way through any books that Lukas lends him. Also, I take your point on the sex scene, and hope it is more plausable in future.
Jan - Thank you, and I very glad you could feel the love between them.
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