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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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Fragmented Soul
Chapter 44 - Pushing Boundaries
After the disastrous attempt to get Fenrir to sleep with him earlier in the day, Harry had retreated back to his favourite tree. Despite the rather fiery kiss, which had been a step in the right direction for them both, things had not gone quite how Harry had hoped. The young submissive had tried his hardest to take things further but the Alpha had been adamant that they wouldn’t be having sex.
Now that it was dinner time, and Callie had just finished serving out the chicken dish they were having, it had become apparent that Harry had no intention of joining the rest of the pack for the evening meal. For one thing, he really wasn’t hungry and didn’t fancy being force fed, not even by Fenrir; and secondly, he was wallowing. Harry was enjoying his wallow, allowing the desperate despair of the situation he had found himself in wash over him because tomorrow he had decided that he was going to be stronger.
He would bend to the will of his emotions tonight, he would allow them to overwhelm him and control him but come the morning he was going to be stronger and he was going to survive what had happened to him. He was a fighter; he always had been stubborn, determined and, just as his father had taught him, failure was not an option in the Prince household.
“Little one, are you going to eat something?” Lukas asked as he carefully approached the tree where Harry was sitting, crouching down next to him and keeping his voice soft so not to startle the teenager who had been rather deeply embedded in his thoughts.
Harry turned to look at Lukas, who had a rather concerned expression on his face. He hadn’t seen or heard the older werewolf as he approached; he hadn’t noticed him at all until he had spoken and Harry now found himself a little lost for words so he simply shook his head, not knowing how to explain how he was feeling in that moment.
“You can’t sit here all night, the Alpha will insist on you at least being over by the fire and eating something eventually; think of me as the lesser of the two evils,” Lukas said gently.
Harry knew that he wasn’t going to be allowed to remain at his tree the whole night; in truth he was already beginning to feel the chill setting in, not that he was going to tell Lukas that. He knew that if that particular piece of information escaped his lips then he would be over by the fire and covered in blankets in the blink of an eye and he would have absolutely no say in the matter.
“I’m okay,” Harry managed, his voice betraying the fact that he really wasn’t okay at all. Lukas could hear it in his tone and knew that the words the teenager spoke were empty but he knew Harry well enough to know that he was doing what he needed to do to make himself feel better.
“Can I get you a blanket and some dinner maybe?” Lukas offered. “It might keep the Alpha at bay for a little longer if he knew that you were warm and fed.” He knew that it was a low blow but it was also the truth and he knew that Harry would appreciate more time to himself.
Harry nodded slowly, knowing that Lukas was right. “Okay,” he agreed quietly. He had known that he was playing on borrowed time; the night was drawing in, as was the darkness. The forest around them wasn’t safe and he was sitting right on the borderline of where the Alpha was refusing to let any of them wander alone. If accepting a blanket and a bowl of food, which he had no intention of eating, would allow him another half an hour, maybe even an hour, of sitting here alone then he could accept that.
“I’ll bring them over for you now,” Lukas said, trying to keep the happiness from his voice, though some of it leaked through and it made Harry smile softly to himself, as the older Werewolf stood up and headed back to the others.
“How is he?” Damon asked as Lukas returned to the rest of the pack who were mainly tucking into their dinner with gusto, though a select few were allowing their concern for Harry overwhelm their appetite.
“He has a lot on his mind,” Lukas said with a frown; he had only managed to get a total of three words from the boy, though he wasn’t about to share that piece of information with them. “He’s agreed to have a blanket and dinner but that’s it for the moment.”
“I’ll take them to him,” Damon said with a sigh. “You sit and eat before it goes cold,” he told Lukas, who nodded gratefully. Damon had just finished his dinner; and, since he couldn’t sit and have cuddles with his mate as he wanted to, he was more than happy to go and sit with Harry for a little while. “Dinner service,” he said teasingly as he took a seat next to Harry.
Harry gave him a mildly annoyed look, definitely not in the mood to be joking around with Damon, though he did appreciate the blanket that the older werewolf threw around his shoulders. The dish of food that was placed in his lap was distinctly less welcome; Lukas would have probably just have handed it over and left him be but Harry already knew there was no chance of that with Damon.
“Not in the mood to talk then I take it,” Damon said a little sadly, when Harry turned back to looking at the ground in front of him. He hated seeing the little pup like this; Harry was supposed to be running around causing trouble with Clayton; that was how Damon wanted Harry to be again, even if it did turn him grey before his time.
Harry didn’t know what Damon wanted from him. He had nothing to say to anyone at the moment; he just wanted to stay here with his thoughts, rather than joining the pack and probably messing something else up.
“Okay, I get the message,” Damon said after being ignored for a few minutes more. “I’ll leave you to your thoughts, but just remember you aren’t alone in this, Harry. Oh, and do try to eat something.” He affectionately ruffled Harry’s hair before getting to his feet and heading back towards the pack, many of whom were looking towards the young submissive with concern on their faces.
Micha was the next to make his way over to Harry. He had watched Lukas and Damon make their attempts in vain while he had finished his dinner and thought that maybe he could do a better job. He and Harry had more in common after all, they had been through similar things and they had both got the short straw of being submissive men.
Micha knew that it took something special and unique during puberty for a male to become submissive, or that was how his mother had always put it anyway. Micha didn’t think that there was anything special about it at all. His older brother, Reid, before he had died, had delighted in telling stories of how submissive men were always mistreated and abused because of what they were. Most pretended to be dominant and took women as their mates in attempts to hide what they were. Before Harlan and then Damon this was exactly what Micha had done. He had a feeling that Harry was starting to truly feel the pain of being a submissive male werewolf.
“Hey,” Micha said, settling down beside Harry as if they weren’t away from the others and snuggling up close under the blanket Damon had draped over Harry’s shoulders without asking. Without so much of a muttered complaint, Harry made room for him and leant into his fellow submissive as Micha adjusted the blanket to cover them both.
“Your turn to try and get me to talk?” Harry asked quietly.
“Well looks like I win then,” Micha teased, “didn’t think that you strung that much of a sentence together for the others. I’m flattered.”
“I’m not trying to be difficult,” Harry told him, feeling guilty for the worry he was causing his pack mates, but he just couldn’t handle the idea of being amongst them right now. Though, Micha sitting with him was a small comfort, he supposed.
“I’m not judging you, I get it,” Micha said fondly, allowing Harry to cuddle into him. He could feel how cold Harry was and was keen to share his warmth. He doubted it would put Fenrir in a good mood to feel how icy his mate’s skin was right now.
“I tried to have sex with Fenrir today,” Harry said, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Oh,” Micha said, secretly quite pleased with himself that he had been right in the fact that Harry just needed someone he could relate to, rather than a load of pushy dominants, to talk to.
“He rejected me,” Harry said and as he did, he allowed a few stray tears to escape and slip down his cheeks.
“Good,” Micha said earnestly, causing Harry to look up at him in confusion.
“Good?” Harry questioned, not seeing any good in what had happened this afternoon. He had been trying desperately hard to fix their bond and Fenrir had shut it down. Okay, sure they had shared a rather intense kiss, but that wasn’t going to be enough to salvage their bond.
“Maybe now you will realise that the Alpha actually wants you. Not the bond, not just any submissive; and not just to have sex with you either,” Micha went on, but Harry was looking at him in confusion. “He cares about protecting you and can see clearly that you are still hurt and suffering from what was done to you. Do you really think that you would actually be able to enjoy sex with him right now?”
“But the bond…” Harry started to protest.
“So what?” Micha said sternly. “Yes, if your bond breaks it would suck, but Fenrir cares a hell of a lot more about you, than about the bond you share.”
“Oh,” Harry said slowly, as he started to see what had happened earlier from his mate’s perspective; he was actually kind of touched that his mate had actually been so thoughtful really.
“Yes… Oh,” Micha said with a fond smile, seeing that Harry was starting to understand. “And besides, the bond is about more than just having sex; it’s emotions too and magic, and if you forced yourself, you could hurt yourself and the bond could break anyway.”
“I… I didn’t know that,” Harry said thinking things over, his mind whirling with this realisation. He had truly believed that having sex would fix their bond and now he realised that it was so much more than that.
“Well now you do, so stop torturing yourself into thinking you have to have sex with the Alpha before you’re ready,” Micha chastised him lightly. “And be prepared for that to take a while,” he warned, thinking about how long it had taken for him to even consider doing anything sexual with Damon.
“No-one gives you enough credit you know,” Harry said, looking up into Micha’s stunningly purple eyes.
“What do you mean?” Micha asked, furrowing his brow in confusion.
“You are a lot smarter and kinder and far more brilliant than you get credit for,” Harry said with certainty, shuffling closer to his fellow submissive.
“The pack expert in dealing with abuse,” Micha said in a sad voice, “not exactly what I hoped for in life, but I appreciate the sentiment, Harry.”
“That’s not what I meant,” Harry tried to explain. He had been trying to be nice and now it seemed he had upset Micha. He always ruined everything.
“I know you didn’t. It’s okay,” Micha assured him, placing a kiss to Harry’s temple.
“I don’t know what I would have done without you here,” Harry said truthfully; each of the pack members had a special place in his heart now, but it was Micha that had been there, who had understood and helped put him back on his feet at the very worst moments.
“You would have survived,” Micha said with certainty; Harry was a survivor after all.
“I think I might have lost my mind in the process though,” Harry admitted. He still felt like he was losing his grip on everything but already, in their short conversation, Micha had helped ground him back in reality again. “I really do love you, Micha.”
“Yeah, I love you too,” he assured Harry, leaning into their embrace and just trying to wish Harry through his suffering as quickly as possible.
“I want to try something,” Harry said slowly, before biting on his lower lip; part of him wanted to take the words back as soon as he had spoken them, knowing that Micha would insist he explain himself now, but another part was glad that his fellow submissive would push him into explaining.
“Try what?” Micha asked curiously.
“I want to try talking about it…” Harry explained, reminding himself that this was just Micha and that he was safe with him. There was no judgement or threat from the older submissive, only understanding and support.
“Okay,” Micha said slowly, “I’m not sure I understand.”
“I want to tell you what happened,” Harry told him, “or to try to anyway, if I can get the words out,” he added, knowing that he might just simply not be able to; even talking about talking about it felt difficult. “Before I try and talk to Fen,” he explained.
“Okay, well I think that sounds like a good idea,” Micha assured him, flattered that Harry had chosen him to talk to about it, but definitely a little nervous about what he might hear. He would keep Harry from seeing his anxiousness though and be the supportive friend that the younger submissive needed right now.
“But I don’t want to bring up bad memories for you,” Harry told him. “I don’t want you to hurt because of me.”
“You aren’t going to hurt me, I’m not totally past it but it is behind me, if that makes any sense at all,” Micha said with a small smile. “I’m happy now, I have my marshmallow and if talking about what happened helps you then I am going to actively encourage you to do it.” As he spoke, Micha linked his fingers with Harry’s, giving his hand a supportive squeeze.
“Okay…” Harry said hesitantly, still not sure that this wasn’t going to make things difficult for Micha but knowing he didn’t feel ready to tell any of the others. “But promise me that if it starts upsetting you, then you will stop me,” he said meeting Micha’s eyes.
“Of course it is going to upset me, Harry, you got hurt, that alone upsets me,” Micha said in a slightly exasperated tone, “but if it gets too much for me then I will tell you. I promise,” he added at Harry’s sceptical expression.
“I just… I can’t tell the others, not yet,” Harry said, holding on to Micha’s hand tightly, needing the support that it gave him.
“I understand that. Just start from the beginning, take your time, I’m not going anywhere,” Micha said gently, drawing the blanket tighter around the two of them to keep out the cold.
“I think if we’re going to start at the beginning then that would be our first morning in the castle,” Harry said with a sigh. “Blaise walked into the showers not wearing anything and was teasing me about being gay,” he explained. “I looked him up and down and said I’d seen bigger; that was what started it all. I was so stupid.”
“Harry… little one… you can’t censor everything you say because you think it might provoke someone into raping you,” Micha pointed out. “You can’t live your life like that.”
“I know but that was just what started off the banter. There was a pool game and Clay and I were making so many sexual innuendos, teasing Blaise about it because he seemed so uncomfortable. That was why he tried it on with me the first time,” Harry said quietly, “he said that I was begging for it, that I wanted him.”
“Wait… first time?” Micha asked, wondering why this was the first he was hearing mention that there had even been a first time. He couldn’t help but wonder how there had been a second time, if there was a first.
“That doesn’t matter, I managed to stop him that time,” Harry said dismissively, not wanting to get into that right now; not now that he had managed to start talking about what had happened. “I stunned him, I didn’t think that it mattered, I didn’t tell anyone, only Romy and Clay.”
“Okay, well we will be coming back to that later, mister, but for now keep going,” Micha told him with a disapproving scowl. He was not at all happy that Harry, and the other pups, had kept such a thing quiet. He dreaded to think what Fenrir and the others would have to say on it if they ever found out.
“Okay, well things had become all tense after that, there was a bit of a fight in the common room, that let’s just say didn’t end well for Blaise,” Harry explained, “and so then when Romy and I bumped into him on the way to bed…”
FGHP
Fenrir wasn’t happy with the situation. He had watched first Lukas and then Damon go and talk to his little mate with little to no success. Micha seemed to be having more luck; Harry seemed to at least be sharing whole sentences with him rather than one word replies.
The Alpha never really wanted to feel the jealousy that this caused; he knew logically that Micha was no threat to him or the relationship that he shared with Harry and yet the jealousy was still there, undeniably strong. Harry seemed able to talk to Micha more freely than anyone else in the pack and that bothered Fenrir, who wanted Harry to talk to him. Tonight he had finally had enough and he was going to find out what the two little submissive males talked about when they were alone.
It wasn’t difficult for him to place himself somewhere close by out of sight and downwind of the two of them. His hearing was good enough that he was able to pick up the majority of what the two of them were saying with very little hassle. It bothered him that he could hear Harry discussing the attack and how he and Romy had bumped into the offending boy, Zabini, on the way to bed.
“It just spiralled out of control so quickly,” he heard Harry say. “I didn’t want any of it to happen. I told him I wasn’t interested, I told him so many times and he wouldn’t listen to me.”
Fenrir scowled silently at this. He hated the fear that he could hear in his little mate’s voice; he hated that he hadn’t been there to protect him and that anyone had managed to get close enough to hurt the teenager. It boiled his blood to know that someone else had touched his mate and there was very little that he could do when all he wanted was to take revenge.
“The night we went back… after the full moon,” Harry continued; Micha nodded to show that he was following along. “Clay was upset and decided he would go back to his own dormitory. Romy came with me and we headed down to the dungeons.”
It was obvious that Harry was struggling with recounting this story. Even from where Fenrir was sitting he could hear how erratic Harry’s breathing had become as he recounted the attack. The Alpha male had to clench his fists, his body tensed up to stop himself from going to Harry and simply holding him, as his instincts were screaming at him to do.
“After that, everything happened so quickly,” Harry said and Fenrir almost missed it completely as his voice was barely above a whisper.
“It’s okay,” Micha said gently. “Take your time; we don’t need to rush this.” His voice was soothing and relaxed, something that the Alpha male admired greatly because if the situation had been reversed then he didn’t think that he could have stayed as calm. As it was he wanted to find the boy that had done this to Harry and rip him apart limb by limb, starting with each finger individually.
“To be honest, after I hit my head I wasn’t sure what was going on. I knew Romy was hurt but my mind, it kept…” and here Harry paused, trying to regain himself a moment before carrying on. “I thought I was back in the forest,” he said quietly.
“The forest?” Micha questioned, sounding a little confused. “But isn’t that a good thing?”
“No,” Harry told him, “it felt like the night that Gideon attacked me, I kept having these awful flashbacks. I couldn’t control myself, I couldn’t fight back; I was too scared.”
“You know he can’t hurt you anymore,” Micha said, trying to comfort the teenager.
“Yes he can,” Harry said, his tone laced with sadness. “He’s still out there and I know that Blaise won’t be at Hogwarts any more but he’s still out there too.”
“But you know that Fenrir won’t let them near you if he can help it,” Micha said and the confidence that the Alpha could hear in his voice as he said this was hugely endearing. His pack believed that he was a good protector and that meant something to him, it puffed up his pride as the Alpha of the pack.
“As demonstrated the other night, he isn’t always going to be there,” Harry said quietly, his voice sounding as tense as the Alpha felt; he knew that it was the truth but it would never sit right with him that Harry would ever be left vulnerable.
“He would be if you didn’t go back to that school,” Micha countered, and Fenrir wanted to shout out his agreement to that sentiment, though he kept quiet so he could continue to listen.
“I have to go back,” Harry said sadly, making Fenrir wonder exactly why his little mate was so determined to return when even the mention of it made him so very sad.
Thankfully Micha seemed to be on the same wave length, because a moment later he asked, “why?” and for a few seconds the Alpha thought he might get to finally understand what was motivating Harry’s determination to go to Hogwarts.
“You know why,” Harry said sternly. Fenrir growled under his breath, both in his frustration at not getting the answers he wanted and at knowing that Harry had once again shared secrets with Micha instead of him.
“Okay, I get it,” Micha said quickly, “but surely there has to be another way.” The Alpha didn’t know exactly what was going on, but he had to agree with the other submissive; there had to be an alternative way to achieve whatever it was Harry felt he needed to do.
“If there were and I could stay here then I would,” Harry assured him. “You know that. I don’t want to leave here anymore than he wants me to go.”
Fenrir felt his heart swell at those words. “You kinda need to tell him all of this,” Micha said and the Alpha actually nodded his agreement, despite knowing that neither of them could actually see him.
“I know and I will…” Harry promised, “I just need to work up to it first; it’s difficult, you know.”
His words sent a flash of guilt through Fenrir’s mind. He had been assuming that his little mate wanted to hide this all from him but it seemed that might not be the case. He still didn’t regret listening in, because he needed to know what had happened and now he could tell Harry that he already knew and that his little mate wouldn’t have to retell the story again.
“I do know,” Micha told Harry sincerely. “It would be so much easier to just pretend it never happened but we both know that burying and ignoring what happened to us doesn’t actually fix anything. That you had flashbacks to what Gideon did kind of proves that,” he pointed out.
Fenrir agreed with that; it hadn’t even occurred to him that Harry would still be traumatised from the incident with Gideon, but it was becoming clear that it was yet another thing his little mate had been keeping from him. It was something they would have to deal with because if Harry hadn’t had those flashbacks then just maybe he would have been able to fight the Blaise boy off.
The two submissive’s had gone quiet, so Fenrir tried to glance in their direction but all he could see was the two of them sat close together. The familiar feelings of jealousy made him want to snatch Harry from Micha’s arms, but he resisted and waited.
It was a little while before either of them spoke again, and it was Micha’s quiet voice that broke the silence. “He didn’t actually… you know… did he?” he asked.
Fenrir’s body went rigid at the question, and he could admit to himself at least that he feared what the answer might be. “Clay got to me in time,” Harry said so quietly that the Alpha wouldn’t have heard if he hadn’t been holding his breath. But even Harry’s words didn’t bring him much relief, not while his little mate was still suffering. “I didn’t lie about that,” Harry went on, with strength that Fenrir was proud of.
“I’m glad he didn’t actually do it,” Micha said, and Harry made a noise of agreement. “He wouldn’t have lived to see another night if he had,” Micha went on, and Fenrir thought that the little bastard shouldn’t have lived either way.
“I can still feel the rope he used around my wrists,” Harry whispered, his voice trembling. Fenrir hated how familiar the sound of his mate’s fear was becoming. “I hate being restrained like that, first Gideon and then Blaise… it scares me.” The Alpha was a little surprised to hear Harry speaking so openly about his fears; his little mate was so genuine when speaking with Micha and again he felt jealous.
“Oh, Harry,” Micha said with a sigh. “It’s going to be okay you know,” he said as Fenrir heard a faint sniffle that indicated that his mate was crying.
“I want to believe you, but it sure doesn’t feel like it,” Harry said bitterly through his sobs. Fenrir felt even more determined to prove Micha right; he would make it okay.
“Then you will just have to trust in my unending wisdom,” Micha said teasingly, and Fenrir heard Harry let out a sad little chuckle.
“I have no clue how I’m going to tell Fenrir any of this,” Harry said, sounding pathetic and almost desperate. Fearful and anxious in a way the Alpha never wanted him to be. “I don’t want him to get angry or go all… distant on me, I couldn’t stand that on top of everything else.”
Fenrir had resisted interrupting the two submissives, keeping his distance, but now that was more than he could handle and so he quickly made his way over to where the pair of them were sitting. The two of them looked up at him in surprise.
“You don’t have to tell me anything,” Fenrir stated, “I heard.”
Harry looked about ready to start yelling at him, but Micha quickly said, “Yeah, I so shouldn’t be here for this,” before pulling Harry into a hug. “You two play nice,” he instructed as he got to his feet and surprised the Alpha by wrapping his arms around the large werewolf’s waist in a quick hug and then, the moment he released him, hurrying off towards the rest of the pack.
“Micha really likes hugs,” Harry said a bit unnecessarily, feeling awkward about suddenly being alone with Fenrir for the first time since the Alpha had rejected his advances.
“I noticed,” Fenrir said with a tone of disapproval; he knew that the older submissive meant well but Micha was a very strange wolf, though admittedly his whole pack was made up of rather unusual werewolves in one way or another.
“You had no right to listen to our conversation though, Fen,” Harry said, looking up to glare at his large mate.
“I’m Alpha of this pack,” Fenrir pointed out, in the way that he often did that made Harry think that he really was missing some of the understanding of what such positions actually meant.
“I wasn’t ready to tell you,” Harry said with indignation as he glowered up at his much larger mate who stood, towering over him.
“You don’t have to now,” Fenrir stated with a low growl, going down to his knees so that he and Harry were almost on the same level.
“You are so damn infuriating,” Harry said, tugging at his hair a little. “I was going to tell you when I was ready; though I suppose you heard that bit too?” he questioned, looking back up at Fenrir with a pinched expression.
“Yes,” the Alpha stated simply.
“Great,” Harry mumbled sarcastically. “Can you just leave me alone now, please?” he requested already knowing that it would likely be asking for too much.
“No,” Fenrir said, confirming Harry’s suspicions.
“I don’t want to talk to you right now,” Harry tried to explain, praying that Fenrir wasn’t about to start asking questions about the conversation that he had eavesdropped on.
Fenrir scowled; Harry had been fine when talking with Micha and yet he still was resisting talking about any of it with him. “We’re going to talk, little one,” the Alpha insisted.
“What’s the point when you’ll just eavesdrop anyway,” Harry said, his eyes narrowed in anger.
“Will it help if I apologise for doing that?” Fenrir asked, remembering how much his little mate liked apologies.
Harry gave him a very knowing and rather exasperated look. “Will you mean it?” he asked, feeling as if they had been here before and knowing exactly what his mate’s answer was going to be before he responded.
“No,” the Alpha admitted without hesitation.
Harry rolled his eyes, and he couldn’t help but feel a little fondness for the predictable honesty of his mate. “Then don’t bother,” he said, forcing himself to continue to look as annoyed as he thought he should probably be about Fenrir’s eavesdropping.
“Come and sit by the fire,” Fenrir instructed, realising that Harry was shivering despite the blanket wrapped around him.
“With you?” Harry questioned, knowing that he wasn’t ready to cuddle up with Fenrir just yet, not when he had just had to mentally relive what Blaise had done.
“Yes,” the Alpha told him, wanting his little mate within reach, in his arms, where he could protect him.
“Then no,” Harry said, shaking his head to emphasis the point.
Fenrir growled in frustration. “Little one…”
“What?” Harry snapped, before Fenrir could even finish his thought. “You can’t expect to listen in on private conversations and for me to be okay with that,” he explained. He wouldn’t be rewarding his mate’s bad behaviour by giving him cuddles.
“Harry,” Fenrir said, wanting his mate to understand why he had listening like he had.
“Just stop, Fen,” Harry said with a dismissive wave of his hand. He really didn’t want to listen to the Alpha’s crazy logic and reasoning right now; he was exhausted. “I wanted to tell you myself,” he explained. It was more that he wasn’t ready for the Alpha to know many of the things he had said, but he didn’t think that Fenrir would have been able to understand that logic at all.
“Now you don’t have to,” Fenrir stated as though Harry was missing a key point. In truth, Harry hadn’t missed that point at all, and he was even glad for it, but it didn’t make it any easier at the moment.
“Did you not think that maybe I needed to get up the courage to tell you?” Harry asked, meeting Fenrir’s eyes. “That it was something I needed to do for myself?”
“No,” the Alpha said, though his tone was blunt as though he thought Harry was behaving strangely. It hadn’t occurred to him that Harry would be anything other than pleased not to have to recount the tale again.
“No, because you don’t think about things like that,” Harry said with an exasperated tone. “You never do.”
“I think about you,” Fenrir told him. Harry was his to protect and so he did what he had to do for the sake of his little mate.
Harry sighed. He knew Fenrir was trying, really trying, but this just showed how little they truly knew each other, and that was a painful truth that he hoped they could fix with time. “If you really thought about me then you’d have known that I wouldn’t appreciate you eavesdropping on me and Micha.”
“I want to protect you,” the Alpha explained.
“And you thought that listening in to our conversation would help you do that?” Harry demanded to know, partly curious if his mate was genuinely going to try and justify spying on him and Micha as an act of protection.
“Yes,” Fenrir said, giving Harry a confused look, as though it was the submissive who was making no sense.
“Gah!” Harry exclaimed, tugging at his hair once more and taking a deep breath before looking up at his mate again. “I really don’t understand you sometimes,” he said, shaking his head.
“Understand that I need to keep you safe,” the Alpha told him, and Harry did at least understand that that was Fenrir’s intention, even if he couldn’t quite follow that logic all the way through to making it okay to listen to private conversations.
“I really want to be angry at you right now,” Harry told him with a scowl.
“Are you?” Fenrir asked curiously, slightly surprised that Harry was being so restrained with his anger at the moment. His little mate hadn’t even hit him once.
“Not as angry as I probably should be,” Harry admitted, his scowl deepening, but Fenrir still thought it was rather cute.
“Come and sit with me,” he suggested, hoping that his little mate would consent to joining him by the fire, maybe even sharing his bed again that evening. It had felt right to have Harry there again the previous evening, even with how hesitant he had been.
“Not right now,” Harry said with a tired sigh, pulling the blanket tighter.
“Little one…” the Alpha started to chastise; he didn’t want to leave Harry out here in the cold.
“No, Fen, I can’t,” Harry told him firmly, begging with his eyes. “Please understand that,” he said, needing his mate to realise how difficult this evening had been and that he needed to be given a little space for a while.
“It’s not safe for you here,” Fenrir said, glancing off into the dark woodland beyond. There was nothing there that was of any threat to them at the moment, but it would be far too easy for someone or something to sneak up and catch Harry off guard; particularly if he was left there alone.
“It’s not safe for me anywhere,” Harry snapped bitterly, glaring at his over protective mate, hoping that Fenrir wasn’t about smothering him with attention again because the time and space he had been given had helped so much.
“You’re safe with me” Fenrir reminded him. He would never let anything hurt his little mate when he had the power to stop it.
“Am I?” Harry asked.
“Yes,” Fenrir said at once, with no hesitation at all. It was a confidence that Harry didn’t miss.
“Can I just have a few more minutes before you go all caveman on me, please, Fen?” Harry pleaded, desperate for the time alone. He loved Fenrir, that wasn’t in question, but the older man did tend to suffocate him on occasion.
“Caveman?” Fenrir asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.
Harry snorted in amusement suddenly when it made him actually look even more ‘caveman’ like, but quickly shook his head. “Don’t worry,” he said, not wanting to get into explaining that to his mate. “Just a few more minutes, please?” he requested, putting on his best kicked puppy expression as he looked into Fenrir’s eyes.
“Fine,” the Alpha agreed grumpily, not liking the manipulations but wanting Harry to return to the fire willingly if possible. “Two minutes,” he instructed.
“Five,” Harry tried to bargain, much to the annoyance of his mate.
“Little one…” Fenrir growled warningly.
“I will come back to the fire soon,” Harry interrupted quickly, “I promise.”
“Fine,” Fenrir said, not looking at all happy as he turned and headed back towards the rest of the pack.
Harry closed his eyes as he leaned his head back against the tree behind him. He was exhausted; more mentally than physically, but he still felt drained and was glad that it was evening already because he didn’t think he could handle anything else today. He felt a traitorous tear fall down his cheek despite his closed eyes, and he couldn’t even summon the energy to brush it away.
He was so conflicted; Fenrir was right that he was a bit of a relief that he wouldn’t have to tell the story of what happened with Blaise again, but he knew that his mate would still have questions; he also felt a little betrayed by his mate’s spying on him and Micha. There were such good intentions behind the misguided actions of the Alpha, there almost always were, and Harry wanted their relationship back to normal badly enough that he could already feel himself forgiving Fenrir.
A small stuttering sob escaped his lips as he pulled the blanket tighter around himself, to fight off the cold, a yawn suddenly catching him off guard. He pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his head and arms there; he would move over to the fire in just a minute, he told himself.
FGHP
Fenrir watched as Harry seemed to curl up on himself, mostly hidden beneath the blanket that had been draped around his shoulders; he was sure the two minutes he had agreed to had already passed but he would give his little mate a chance to join the rest of them of his own accord.
After a few minutes more where Harry hadn’t moved an inch he realised that that wasn’t going to happen and so he got to his feet and practically stormed across the clearing to confront Harry and drag him back towards the fire. But as he approached he could hear his little mate’s soft rhythmic breathing and gentle snores, and it dawned on him that Harry had actually fallen asleep where he sat.
With a tired sigh, Fenrir crouched down and gently manoeuvred Harry into his arms, doing so carefully so that he didn’t wake the slumbering teenager, the blanket still wrapped around his mate’s small body. It felt wonderful to have Harry close to him again, the scent of the little submissive overwhelming his nostrils as he snuggled into the warmth of the older man.
“Fen,” Harry mumbled in his sleep as Fenrir sat down next to the fire, his hand gripping onto the edge of the Alpha’s leather jacket.
“Shush, little one,” Fenrir said gently, brushing Harry’s hair from his face.
“...don’t leave,” Harry said softly, still half asleep; his head, which was leaning on Fenrir’s arm, turning as though to get closer to the Alpha’s scent. “Need you…”
“I’m here, little one,” Fenrir promised him, his attention so focused on the small submissive in his arms that he completely missed the many smiles on the faces of the pack all around them.
“I’m glad you heard,” Micha said as he took a seat next to the Alpha and Harry, causing Fenrir to turn and look at him in confusion. “That you heard what he was telling me, so that he doesn’t have to say it again,” he explained and Fenrir grunted in agreement.
“He’s scared that he’s going to lose you,” Micha went on when the Alpha seemed to have nothing to say. “You have to help him, please; I don’t want him to be scared anymore.”
“He’s safe now,” Fenrir said gruffly, though keeping his voice quiet so as not to risk waking Harry.
“Well I know that,” Micha said with a roll of his eyes, “but you need to make Harry really believe it,” he explained.
“Harry knows,” Fenrir grunted unhappily.
“No, he doesn’t,” Micha said sadly. “You heard how scared he still is.”
“He’s safe,” the Alpha repeated, glaring at Micha as though he had actually questioned his ability to protect Harry.
“Doesn’t matter how many times you say it, or even how true it is, if he doesn’t feel it,” Micha pointed out. “He’s still going to be scared and he still won’t feel as if he’s safe.”
“Micha…” Fenrir growled in warning. He would never hurt the submissive, not really, but Micha was treading on dangerous ground.
“I know, you’re grumpy, what’s new,” Micha went on dismissively, “but I’m trying to make you see what’s wrong so you can fix it. Then I will leave you alone to be as grumpy as you like,” he promised.
Fenrir growled deeply and Damon’s protective instincts couldn’t hold back any longer. “Okay, trouble, changing seats,” Damon said quietly, as he shuffled Micha along the log and positioned himself between his best friend and mate. Clay was still close by so he couldn’t be as affectionate as he wanted to be but he had to at least stop Micha from pushing the Alpha too far.
“Control your...” Fenrir started to growl at Damon.
“Yep yep,” Damon interrupted hastily and perhaps a little loudly, before the Alpha could say the word mate. He cast a glance over at where Tessie was explaining something to Clayton, and was glad to see that his son hadn’t noticed anything amiss. “Sorry, Alpha,” Damon said turning back to Fenrir, but his best friend’s attention was already firmly back on the sleeping teenager in his arms.
FGHP
Harry was proud of himself for waking up for a second night in a row in Fenrir’s arms and still not panicking; though he was a little confused about how he had ended up there given that the last thing he remembered was sitting by his tree. Lukas had accompanied him down to the stream that morning and explained that he had fallen asleep there, and that Fenrir had brought him over to the fire soon after.
Shortly after he had woken, a letter had arrived for him. It wasn’t one that he had been expecting and then moment he had realised who it was from Harry snuck off for a few minutes to read it; this was something that hadn’t gone unnoticed by the others in the pack, particularly Fenrir, who wasn’t so sure that he approved. However, it wasn’t as though Harry could blatantly read a letter from another man, who he was starting to realise might like him a little bit in a not entirely platonic way, in front of all of the others.
It was mostly filled with words of concern and it was apparent that there were numerous rumours regarding the absence of the three of them, particularly in regards to why one Blaise Zabini had been withdrawn from the school quite suddenly and with no explanation. He mentioned one rumour that the three of them had actually killed Blaise, though it was clear that Cedric thought that was rather far-fetched. Harry turned the parchment over and summoned a quill, scribbling a quick note that he would be back on Monday, and would explain everything then, before handing it over to the school owl. He would answer Cedric questions in person when he got back.
After returning from reading the letter, he really tried to spend time with the pack, integrate himself again now that he was coping with being around Fenrir a little better. He even helped Callie to make lunch, which was something that had delighted the female werewolf, and both Romy and Tessie had quickly joined in as well, wanting to encourage Harry’s participation.
Taking his successful day as motivation, Harry approached Fenrir in the mid-afternoon. He still felt as though they were rapidly running out of time and he knew that the two of them needed to talk; and if that was going to happen then it was going to be on his terms rather than whenever the mood struck his mate.
“You still want to talk?” Harry asked, trying to fill his voice with confidence as he stood next to the Alpha and looked up to him with determination.
“Now?” Fenrir queried, looking slightly thrown by Harry’s sudden forwardness.
“Yep, now. Take it or leave it,” Harry told him. He was feeling calm and in control of himself for the moment, but he was half sure he would be coming apart at the seams again before he knew it, so he wanted this inevitable conversation to happen right now.
“Jenson,” Fenrir called over to his Beta.
“Yeah, go, it’s fine,” Jenson replied having been watching and listening from the moment that he had spotted Harry all but storming across the clearing in the Alpha’s direction. He certainly wasn’t going to be the one to get in the way of their long overdue conversation.
“This way,” Harry said, taking Fenrir’s hand and pulling him off towards the tree line.
The Alpha allowed it, both of them knowing that there was no way that Harry could have actually forcefully move him anywhere. But he did growl, “little one,” in warning.
“Yeah, yeah, I know, ‘you Alpha, me sub,’” Harry said with a roll of his eyes, that Fenrir couldn’t see from where he was following behind. “If you want me to actually get through this then you are going to have to let me be bossy boots for a little bit,” he said as he turned and walked backwards so that he could meet his eyes, still holding onto Fenrir’s hand. “Please,” he added on for good measure.
“Start talking,” the Alpha said, and Harry took that as the closest thing he would get to agreement and so, after leading them a little bit further into the woods, he stopped and took a deep breath.
“I’m sorry I hid my mating mark under a glamour,” he blurted out, and Fenrir just stood there blinking slowly as he tried to work out where that had come from. “I am proud of our relationship and bond, Fen, I swear. I was only trying to hide it to keep Dumbledore from trying to take you from me, or me from you,” Harry rambled on, more or less oblivious to the tangent he had taken from what Fenrir had been expecting. “He’s manipulative and I know he wants something from me, I just don’t know what. Whatever it is, I don’t want him to use you to get to me.”
“You don’t need to protect me, Little one," the Alpha told him sternly. "I can deal with the old man.”
“It isn’t about that, Fen," Harry said with a frustrated sigh. "I just don’t want him to know my weaknesses and that’s what you are, my weakness because I’ll do anything to stay with you, anything.”
“You’re still going back,” Fenrir stated, a scowl on his face that showed just what he thought of that.
“Yes,” Harry said firmly, not letting his voice waver like it wanted to. “I have to,” he added.
“Why do you need to go back?” the Alpha demanded to know. He was certain that Harry had his reasons, particularly given all he had overheard between Micha and Harry the night before, but he still didn’t know enough to understand.
“I just do,” Harry said with a tone of desperation.
Fenrir watched his little mate carefully, trying to figure out what might be motivating Harry to take the risk of returning. “Tell me,” he commanded; hoping, in vain, that Harry might, just for once, obey an order from his Alpha.
“Soon,” Harry promised him, “when I’ve figured things out.” He had always intended to tell Fenrir everything at some point but he just needed to know more first. “Right now, even if I wanted to tell you, I’m not sure I could. I just haven’t figured everything out yet, but I will tell you, I swear, just not yet.”
“You were the one who didn’t want secrets,” Fenrir pointed out.
“Yes, I know, and I’m sorry,” Harry said earnestly. “But you remember those secrets that you weren’t ready to share with me yet?” he asked, and Fenrir grunted, giving a reluctant and curt nod. “Well this is kind of like that,” Harry explained, hoping that his mate would be able to just trust him on this. Of course he had used his initiative and used the extensive library at Hogwarts to look into what secrets his mate might have but he was still waiting for Fenrir to be ready to tell him, himself.
“You’ll tell me…”
“Eventually,” Harry promised. “And I will do my best to keep myself safe in the mean time, and certainly no wandering off down supposedly empty corridors without Romy and Clay being with me.”
“Fine,” the Alpha said grumpily and Harry was starting to think that was Fenrir’s new favourite word, he had said it so much in the last few days. Not that he was complaining about this comparatively easy compliance.
Harry hadn’t actually expected agreement on anything regarding Hogwarts, but Fenrir had, he had to admit, been surprising him all week. The Alpha had given him space and been supportive, okay he had spied on him and Micha but even that had been with good intentions. He wondered how long this comparatively thoughtful Fenrir would actually last.
“I know you think I’m not ready to…”
“You’re not ready,” Fenrir interrupted before Harry could get any further.
“Damn it, Fen, can you at least let me finish what I was saying?” Harry asked, looking to the sky to try and find some patience. “What I was going to say was that maybe we could try something different, something that has no relation to what was done to me,” he suggested.
“Harry…” Fenrir said quietly.
“We have to start somewhere,” Harry exclaimed loudly in his frustration. He was not going to be fobbed off again, they were damn well going to make some progress whether Fenrir liked it or not.
“No, little one,” the Alpha said sternly, his resolve already wavering.
“Fine, if you won’t then I will,” Harry told him simply, making up his mind.
“What do you…?” Fenrir started to ask, but he paused as Harry opened up his own trousers, bringing out his soft cock, starting to stroke it, his breathing heavy and his nerves all over the place as he kept eye contact with his larger mate.
“Well are you just going to stand there and watch?” Harry questioned, though he didn’t exactly object to that idea because watching Fenrir watching him was surprisingly arousing.
“Stop, little one,” Fenrir said, trying to grab hold of Harry’s hands as he stroked himself which had been entirely the wrong thing to do.
“You’re going to keep me from even touching myself?” Harry demanded to know, as he batted away the Alpha’s hand. “You don’t have to join in, but you won’t stop me. What are you so fucking scared of Fenrir?” Harry asked as his mate pulled his hand away; he felt a little strange standing there with his half hard cock in his hand but he was determined to keep going.
Fenrir stared at his beautiful little mate, hearing the challenge in Harry voice and torn about what to do. “Not scared,” he growled out and, not letting himself think too much on what he was doing he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to Harry’s, silencing the retort that was already forming on his little mate’s lips.
He kept his hands under control, holding Harry in a loose grip, remembering how fearfully Harry had spoken about the restraints used against him. He could feel Harry’s own hand moving in a rhythmic motion and resisted the urge to reach down and take over. Little pleasured moans were escaping from Harry’s throat and straight into his mouth as they kissed passionately.
Fenrir was so busy focusing on curbing his instincts, to letting Harry remain in control, that he barely noticed when Harry started using his free hand to release the Alpha’s rapidly hardening length from his jeans.
“Little one…” the Alpha gasped, breaking the kiss, when slender, and actually rather cold, fingers wrapped around his cock and started to stroke him. “You don’t have to…” he said a little breathlessly.
“Let me?” Harry pleaded, looking up at Fenrir, and the sincerity in his eyes was such that he couldn’t bring himself to put a stop to what his little mate was doing; not that any part of his body wanted Harry to stop, not when it felt so good.
“Little one…” Fenrir said breathlessly, as Harry stroked them both in time. But he had nothing else to say and so instead he made better use of both their mouths and resumed kissing Harry. It was so difficult not to wrap his large arms around his little mate and dominate the moment but Harry’s mental state was so fragile that he didn’t dare risk it; definitely not when he was so damn close. From the way Harry’s body was moving against him, his little mate was not far behind.
Reaching one hand up, Fenrir ran his fingers through the thick black strands of Harry’s hair, fighting against the instinct to form a fist and force the kiss deeper. The Alpha could feel his orgasm fast approaching, it had been a long time coming in a manner of speaking and whereas in any other circumstance he would have held off as long as he could, this time he didn’t think that it was wise, nor in fact possible.
Harry came first, shooting his load all over Fenrir’s stomach with a deep, throaty moan that was lost in their rather passionate kiss. The feel of his little mate’s orgasm was enough to tip the Alpha over the edge too, his climax washing over him suddenly. He found himself drifting pleasantly in the familiar afterglow but a quiet sob snapped him back from it in an instant.
He opened his eyes, having not even remembered closing them and was horrified to see that Harry’s face was tear streaked. “Little one,” he gasped out, falling to his knees and pulling Harry into his arms without a second thought.
“I’m…” Harry sobbed, “I’m okay,” he managed to get out.
“You’re crying,” the Alpha stated.
“Yes, but mostly because I am so relieved,” he tried to explain as he began to cry harder, burying his head in Fenrir’s shoulder.
“I don’t understand, little one,” the Alpha admitted.
Harry chuckled between sobs. “Just hold me for a little bit and trust me when I say I’m okay,” he told his large mate, enjoying the safety and comfort of Fenrir’s embrace. The Alpha nodded his agreement, content to have his little mate back in his arms.
FGHP
Harry was still on something of a high from the successes of the previous day. He had woken up in the bed he shared with Fenrir once in the night, but had been able to see Micha sleeping a short distance away and smell Fenrir’s scent all around him, and the combination of the two had calmed him enough to keep him from jumping out of the bed.
It had taken him quite a while to calm his heart rate and breathing back down to normal and even longer to be able to drift back off to sleep, but he had managed it in the end. He had even, so far at least, managed to stay in bed with his mate come the morning.
“Tea,” Lukas said as he handed Harry a cup with a proud smile, before turning to Fenrir. “And don’t worry I got you coffee,” he said, handing the Alpha the other cup he was holding.
“Thanks, Lukas,” Harry said, leaning against Fenrir’s chest. They were sat up, but had yet to move away from their bed and had their blankets and hides wrapped around them to keep the chill of the January morning away.
The arm that the Alpha wasn’t using to ingest coffee with, was wrapped around Harry’s waist; but it was loose and gentle, as Fenrir seemed to be making an effort to be lately.
“The letter you got yesterday…” Fenrir said after a few moments of easy silence between them. It had been on his mind; he had not wanted to mention it, knowing that Harry already had too much on his plate, but his little mate seemed to be coping well this morning and his curiosity won out.
Harry paused with his tea halfway to his mouth, and looked up at the Alpha over his shoulder. “What about it?” he asked, trying to work out what exactly he should say about it. He wasn’t even quite sure why he had kept it a secret; it wasn’t like he had any interest of that kind in Cedric. The problem was that he didn’t think Fenrir would see it in the same light, especially not after the whole Blaise incident.
“Who was it from?” Fenrir asked.
“A boy from school, a friend,” Harry said, keeping it rather vague. Thinking quickly he decided that if it came to it he could just say that it was from Draco and that he was just checking up on him. Harry didn’t really want to lie to Fenrir but equally, telling the truth did not seem like a great option. “I am allowed friends, right?” he asked cheekily, when Fenrir said nothing.
“Yes,” the Alpha replied a little stiffly and Harry had a feeling that his mate would have actually quite liked to have said no and kept him all to himself; he was sure that at one time that would have been exactly what Fenrir would have done and so he appreciated that his mate had become considerate enough not to now.
“Do we have to get out of bed?” Harry asked, as he lounged back against Fenrir’s chest even more. What with having been awake for several hours in the middle of the night, he was surprisingly tired.
“Yes,” Fenrir said simply, not sounding particularly pleased about it.
“But I can at least finish my tea first, right?” Harry asked hopefully.
The Alpha gave his little mate a pointed look as he answered, “Yes.”
“Excellent,” Harry said happily, sipping at his tea again. “Because I was planning to drink this really slowly,” he confessed, looking up and winking at his mate.
“Little one,” the Alpha said, more in exasperation than actually chastising him.
“Oh, I know you aren’t really complaining about being stuck here with me for a little while longer,” Harry said dismissively, slapping the back of his hand again the Alpha’s chest. “You love it really, right?”
“Right,” Fenrir admitted begrudgingly, but it was completely worth it for the way Harry grinned up at him.
“Well if anyone dares question your big bad alpha-ness, then you can just blame my need for cuddles,” Harry offered, before going back to his tea, watching Micha and Damon, who were having a whispered conversation a little way away from them.
“Big bad alpha-ness?” Fenrir questioned when he recovered from feeling momentarily thrown and confused by Harry’s words. His little mate did sometimes have the strangest way with words.
“You’re denying it, grumpy boots?” Harry asked, a smirk on his face.
Fenrir stared at him for a moment. “I have not missed the nicknames, little one,” he said with a scowl on his face.
“I know you have really,” Harry said with a chuckle, loving the easy banter between them. “You don’t have to pretend with me, Fen,” he added.
“No other wolf would dare disrespect their Alpha in this way,” Fenrir pointed out, still not used to Harry’s way of speaking to him. He had been given respect by all his pack since a young age, since he had first formed one.
“Good thing I’m not like other wolves then,” Harry said happily; he loved their teasing and had no intention of dropping the use of the nicknames he had come up with for Fen any time soon.
“That remains to be seen,” the Alpha grumbled. Harry certainly kept things… interesting.
“Would you really want me like everyone else?” Harry asked. “Following you blindly like a little puppy?”
Fenrir actually gave that a serious moment of thought before he answered. “No, little one, you’re mine, as you are.”
“I wouldn’t change you either, bossy boots, not at all,” Harry said as he leaned up a little and placed a kiss on his mate’s cheek. “Looks like Micha has other plans this morning,” Harry observed, as he sat back down and watched as Damon led his mate off beyond the tree line. “So I guess you get me all to yourself,” he said, “lucky you.”
“Lucky me,” Fenrir agreed. To anyone else it might have sounded insincere, but Harry could see it in his mate’s eyes, that he was glad for their time together. Neither Harry nor Fenrir had noticed it much but the bonding mark they shared had lessened in its discomfort for them both as it slowly began to repair.
FGHP
Micha was actually giggling in his nervousness as he linked his hand with Damon’s, letting his mate lead him away from the clearing. It had been really annoying having to be so discreet all week with Clayton being around and ever since he had taken Harry’s advice, and followed Damon into the forest, he hadn’t been able to stop fantasising about all sorts of steamy scenarios with the two of them.
He was quite certain he wasn’t ready for half the things his mind was coming up with but when Damon had suggested that they sneak off for some time alone, he didn’t even consider turning down the offer. He had watched Harry pushing his boundaries the last few days and was determined to take a leaf from his friend’s book.
“How much further?” Micha asked a little impatiently. “You do know we aren’t actually supposed to leave the territory, right?”
“Keen to get me alone, trouble?” Damon teased, turning around and deliberately letting Micha more or less walk straight into him.
“Maybe,” Micha said, a blush creeping up his cheeks, most definitely without his permission, as Damon wrapped his strong arms around him and pulled him closer still, their bodies pressed up against one another and Micha’s arms going around the older man’s neck.
“I just want to make sure that with what I’m going to do to you, your moans of pleasure won’t be heard by the others,” Damon said, his voice low and husky as he bumped noses with the submissive, seeking permission to kiss him. He would move as slowly as Micha needed him to but he was determined that tonight they would take their relationship to the next stage.
“Damon…” Micha said, his heart rate accelerating as he nuzzled his mate, accepting the affectionate gesture that was being offered to him, though he resisted the kiss for a moment, hesitant only because he wasn’t sure that he was ready to go all the way yet.
“I won’t take you anywhere you aren’t ready to go; I promise, trouble, just trust me,” Damon whispered before placing a soft kiss upon Micha’s lips, resting their foreheads together as he allowed himself to get lost in his submissive mates scent.
“I do,” Micha said honestly. “More than I think I have ever trusted anyone, and that’s saying something, because you know how stupidly trusting I can be sometimes and…”
“Micha,” Damon interrupted.
“Huh?” Micha replied, looking up into Damon’s grey eyes questioningly.
“You were rambling,” Damon explained, a smile twitching at his lips. “And as adorable as I find it, I have better ideas for what we can do with our alone time.”
“I just wanted you to know…” Micha tried to explain, not wanting his mate to think that he was trying to avoid any of those better ideas, because he actually was really looking forward to finding out exactly what Damon had in mind.
“And I do,” Damon assure him, placing a kiss to the tip of Micha’s nose. “Please let me kiss you now,” he pleaded; he had no idea how he was supposed to resist if his mate said no, but he would manage. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for Micha.
“Oh… yeah, that’s a really good idea,” Micha said, nodding enthusiastically, a huge grin on his face. “You should definitely do that.”
Damon chuckled as he finally was allowed to pressed his lips to his mate’s, kissing him gently for a moment, before Micha parted his lips and allowed the passion to grow. Damon ran his fingers through Micha’s messy blond tufts of hair, delighted when his mate let him take control. That complete trust was the biggest turn on Damon had ever felt; except perhaps that moment he had found Micha in the woods a few days earlier.
“Relax,” Damon whispered as he took a small step back, pulling his top off, over his head, discarding it without a care, allowing Micha to get an eyeful of his muscular chest and impressive biceps. Damon had nothing on Fenrir and Jenson of course, being smaller than both of them but he certainly had nothing to be ashamed of.
“My body certainly isn’t relaxing any time soon with that view,” Micha said, his eyes fixed on the delightful sight of his half naked dominant.
“Don’t be cheeky,” Damon said, placing a soft kiss to Micha’s lips before dropping to his knees in front of the submissive.
“What are you…?” Micha started to asked, but Damon simply looked up at him with a smile as he reached out and undid Micha’s trousers. “Oh,” the submissive said softly as Damon’s hand reached inside and began to touch him gently. Too gently really, teasingly almost.
“Has anyone ever given you a blow job before?” Damon asked as he fondled his mate gently, making him hard. Micha shook his head, his heart racing frantically in his chest as he divulged this truth to Damon who nodded to show that he understood.
“You… you don’t have to,” Micha tried to say, remembering how horrible it had been to take Harlan’s cock in his mouth, but he shook himself from those thoughts and focused on Damon. He wasn’t about to let that bastard tarnish this moment.
“Micha,” Damon said sternly, looking up at his mate and waiting for him to meet his eyes. “I want to do this, I will enjoy doing this for you. Trust me, remember,” he said with a kind smile, before he flicked out his tongue and ran it the length of the underside of Micha’s erection.
“Merlin’s beard,” Micha gasped out at the sudden sensation, and he could feel the puffs of Damon’s breath against the head of his cock, as his mate chuckled at his reaction, his length hardening further as Damon gripped at his thighs and took the tip into his mouth.
It had been quite some time since Damon had done this with anyone, and so he took it slowly, thinking that would be best for both of them. He eased a little more of Micha’s cock into his mouth, his tongue teasing and tasting, before pulling back a bit. He could feel Micha shuddering against him, a hand on his shoulder for support, and could hear the little moans of pleasure and gasps of surprise as he slowly took more of Micha’s length into his mouth.
Spurred on by the sounds of pleasure and the slight thrusts of Micha’s hips, encouraging him to continue, Damon did just that, one hand reaching up to fondle at the submissive’s balls, his mouth taking more of the length until the tip was at the back of his throat and he swallowed around it.
He hadn’t been kidding when he said he would enjoy this too; his own cock was pressing hard against the front of his jeans, his hips jerking occasionally to get a little friction. When he had gotten hard the first time he had given someone a blow job was the moment he had truly accepted he was definitely gay, and it was something that felt a thousand times better now he was doing it with his gorgeous mate.
He continued to move back and forward over Micha’s cock, delighting in the noises escaping his mate’s lips, but then Micha’s knees seemed to give out and he began to fall. Micha cried out in surprise and it was on pure instinct that Damon wrapped his arms around the submissive, cock slipping from his mouth as he held Micha carefully.
“Perhaps it would be best if you were lying down for this,” Damon said, a slight gruffness in his voice from the hard length that had just been pressing against his throat.
“Good idea,” Micha said breathlessly, as he let Damon slowly help him to lie him down on the ground. “Apparently you are too good at making me fall for you.”
Damon chuckled. “Good thing I’m always going to catch you then,” he retorted. Two of them could play that cheesy one-liner game.
“You make me sound like some damsel in distress,” Micha said lifting his head up to glare playfully at Damon.
“I think I have plenty of proof that you are no damsel,” Damon countered, licking his lips and giving Micha a wink that had the submissive groaning and dropping his head back to the ground. “Now, where were we, trouble?” he asked rhetorically as he moved himself down Micha’s body until his breath was brushing over the submissive’s hard and weeping length.
The submissive tensed a little as Damon manoeuvred the submissive’s trousers down a little further, exposing more of himself than Micha was truly comfortable with. However he reminded himself that he was pushing boundaries and he had to get past this. He trusted Damon, he wouldn’t do anything to hurt him, Micha was sure of that. He had to trust his mate.
“Remember, you say stop, and I’ll stop,” Damon promised, having felt Micha tense up a little. Micha picked his head up and gave him a smile and a nod, before resting his head back on the ground. That was good enough for Damon and so he began working Micha’s cock back into his mouth, the taste of salty pre-cum on his tongue.
Judging by the sounds coming from the younger man, Damon knew that Micha was not going to last very long at all. Though, for that matter, neither was he. Masturbating several times a week was all very well and good but it was nothing compared to this and it had been a while since he had been with another. It was almost as if he had been subconsciously waiting for Micha to come into his life.
Micha’s hand were clawing at anything in reach, the ground, his own clothes, his hair; his breathing was speeding up as his orgasm approached rapidly. “Damon,” he gasped out with difficulty; his brain was muddled with the intense and amazing sensations of that warm, wet mouth moving over him, around him. He wanted to warn his mate but the words wouldn’t form.
Heat coiled in his belly, he could feel his balls pulling up against him and he could resist it no longer, his climax washing over him, hitting him hard as he emptied himself into Damon’s mouth, down his throat. He cried out as his whole body trembled with pleasure and he was certain that no orgasm he had ever had before had been that powerful.
But as the haze began to fade, the guilt settled in; he remember all too well how much he hated it when Harlan had made him swallow and he had never wanted to do that to Damon. He forced himself to sit up and cringed at the sight of Damon licking a drop of cum from his lip.
“Sorry, I’m so sorry, Damon, I tried to say something, to warn you but I…”
“Hey, hey, hey,” Damon interrupted, seeing that Micha was working himself into quite a state. “No apologies or warnings or anything of the like needed. That… was amazing. You sounded amazing, looked amazing, felt amazing, and,” he said, licking his lips again as though to prove a point, “you tasted amazing.”
“You… you liked that?” Micha questioned, watching the blissed out expression on Damon’s face with curiosity and confusion.
Realising that he was going to have to prove it, Damon reached out and gently took one of Micha’s hands in his own and guided it between his own legs. The submissive gasped at the feel of the hard and straining length in Damon’s jeans. “Doesn’t that feel like I enjoyed it?” he questioned.
Micha nodded, and swallowed nervously; he wanted to be a good mate to Damon but he didn’t think he could ever enjoy giving a blow job, even if Damon did. This wasn’t about him right now, he tried to tell himself, Damon made him feel good and now he was supposed to be a good mate and return the favour. Steeling himself and reminding himself that he was pushing his boundaries today he started to undo Damon’s jeans.
“Micha, wait,” Damon said, taking hold of the submissive’s wrist to stop him. “You don’t have to do anything, I just wanted to show you how good it can feel.”
“But…” Micha started to say, feeling selfish and as though he had used his mate. He remember what it felt like to be used that way and he never wanted Damon to feel like that.
“Trust me when I say it was no hardship,” Damon assured his mate, seeing the worry and guilt on Micha’s face. “Trust that I loved pleasuring you like that,” he added, placing a kiss to the corner of his mate’s mouth.
“Maybe…” Micha tried to say, gesturing to Damon’s groin. “Maybe I can just, erm…” he went on, brushing his fingers against the tented fabric there, causing Damon’s hips to thrust against his hand a little.
“Use your hand?” Damon suggested with a smirk, finding Micha’s nervousness both heartbreaking and incredibly adorable.
“Yeah,” Micha agreed timidly, he thought that he could cope with, and might even enjoy, being allowed to touch his mate there.
“I think a few touches from you and I will lose myself anyway,” Damon said with a chuckle.
“Okay,” Micha said, steeling himself to find the courage once again, reaching forward and unbuttoning Damon’s trousers and pushing them down, allowing the large erection to spring free. What made Micha nervous was the fact that it was bigger than Harlan’s and he could remember all too clearly how much that had hurt. He needed to hold on to the pleasurable feeling that his mate had just given him and trust that when they were ready to take that step, Damon wouldn’t hurt him like that.
“Micha,” Damon said slowly, seeing his mate’s anxiousness. “You remember what I said about saying stop?” Micha just nodded. “Well there is no expiry date on that. Even if the first time you tell me to stop is a decade from now, I will still stop, no matter what it is we are doing. Okay?”
“A decade from now?” Micha asked, looking up from the hard length between Damon’s legs to meet his grey eyes.
“Well you didn’t think I was ever going to let you go now that I finally have you as mine did you?”
Micha giggled a little at that, but found that Damon’s words gave him strength. They had years to figure this out, to be together, but he was determined to manage this small thing today; to prove to Damon that he was worth staying with. He reached out and ran his fingers over the tip of Damon’s cock.
“Oh fuck, don’t tease,” Damon gasped out, spreading his knees wider to give Micha easier access as his cock twitched with definite interest. He had been fairly serious when he had told his mate that it wasn’t going to take much, but he had still underestimated how amazing it would feel to know that it was Micha touching him.
The submissive hesitantly wrapped his fingers firmly around Damon’s length and stroked him a few times. Slowly, after a few rather tentative strokes, with the help of the pleading noises that his mate was making, Micha began to gain in confidence, taking a firmer hold of Damon’s large erection, watching in delight as the older man threw his head back, gasping for breath as his orgasm got closer.
It was a thrill for the submissive to see the state of coming undone that he could reduce the other man to by touching him in this way. This didn’t scare him at all; it was clear how easily and willingly Damon was letting him take charge, his dominant mate just revelling in the sensations that Micha could give him.
“Oh, Merlin,” Damon gasped as the pearly white substance shot from the end of his cock, coating Micha’s hand.
Micha watched, kind of stunned, mesmerised and a little proud of himself, as Damon came. The sight of his mate trying to calm his breathing as he recovered from his orgasm filled his head with the image of Damon licking cum from his lips. He looked at his coated hand and found himself curious, wondering how Damon could have actually enjoyed the taste.
Biting his lip nervously, he raised his hand to his mouth and hesitantly licked a little into his mouth. It wasn’t as bad as he remembered, though definitely bitter and strange tasting. He put his thumb into his mouth and sucked it clean, to see if having a little more of it made it better or worse.
“Merlin’s fucking balls,” Damon gasped out suddenly, having opened his eyes to the sight of Micha licking cum from his thumb. His cock made a valiant effort as it twitched slightly but given he had only just come was unable to do anything more. “That might just be the hottest thing I have ever seen,” Damon said unable to take his eyes off his made as Micha’s cheeks flushed red and he slowly pulled the thumb from his mouth.
“I… was curious,” Micha explained with a shrug of his shoulders. He hadn’t even considered what Damon’s reaction might be, but he certainly didn’t seem to mind at all; on the contrary really.
“Well let me just say that I am in full support of this curiosity,” Damon said with a grin, leaning forward and placing a kiss on Micha’s lips. “Come here.”
“What.. why…?” Micha asked, panic creeping into his voice.
“I want to hold you,” Damon said, looking a little confused at Micha’s reaction.
“We’re going to cuddle?” the submissive asked with surprise. He had thought that this whole pushing boundaries thing had gone well but he hadn’t expected the affection to continue.
“Yes…” Damon told him, “if that’s okay with you we are.” He of course wouldn’t force Micha into having cuddles any more than he would have forced him to do anything else, but given what he knew of the submissive he was surprised that he wasn’t more taken with the idea.
“Oh… I mean it’s okay…” Micha said quickly. “It’s just…”
“It’s just what?” Damon encouraged when his mate trailed off mid-sentence.
Micha bit his lip as he tried to work out how to explain his reaction, but this was Damon so he opted for the simple truth. “We never cuddled afterwards… me and…”
“Oh, well… I like cuddles,” Damon admitted, not wanting to particularly dwell on how Harlan had treated him; though part of him was glad that at least this little pleasure would be his and Micha’s alone. “And I know how you feel about hugs,” he went on, “and cuddles are like hugs… but better, so I promise you will like cuddles…”
“Who’s rambling now?” Micha teased, as he moved over and cuddled up with his back against Damon’s chest. “This is nice,” he said after a few moments as Damon’s arms wrapped around him.
“Hmmm, yes it is,” Damon said vaguely as he buried his nose into Micha’s hair and placed a kiss on the back of his mate’s head as he inhaled his wonderful scent.
“This was all nice, and it… felt good,” Micha told him, with a tone of surprise.
Damon was brought back to himself by those words, turning Micha’s head gently so that their eyes met. “I should hope so,” he said earnestly. He always wanted his mate to feel good. “It did for me too,” he assure him, with a gentle kiss on his lips.
“I just mean… with Harlan…” Micha said quietly, looking down at his hands, “...well… that was never how it was meant to be, was it? None of that was normal?” A tear fell as he really began to understand how terrible Harlan had been, how awfully he had been treated.
“No, it wasn’t,” Damon told him with certainty. He didn’t know exactly what had done to Micha, though he would never forget the things that Harlan had confessed to shortly before his death, but he was sure that what had happened between Micha and Harlan was a far cry from normal. “Will you tell me, one day?”
“Tell you what?” Micha asked, looking up at Damon with confusion.
“What he did to you?” Damon said, as he held Micha close wanting to make all that pain that was still there just go away. Those days when Harlan had been around felt like a lifetime ago and yet their shadows still lurked around still.
“Oh…” Micha said with uncertainty. “I’m not sure you’d want to… that I could… would you even want to know?” he asked. He had meant what he had said to Harry about it being easier to just pretend and ignore the past, but he also knew that talking about it might help.
“If it’s to do with you then I want to know, trouble,” Damon assured him. He certainly didn’t want to say or do something that would hurt or upset Micha, and that was all the more likely if he didn’t know what had really happened.
“Can we do it another time?” Micha requested. “I just don’t want today…”
“You want to keep this,” Damon said, gesturing between the two of them, “separate from everything that happened?” he asked.
“Exactly,” Micha agreed. “I think you should teach me more about this cuddling thing,” he suggested, wanting to change to subject.
In response Damon wrapped his arms securely around Micha, nuzzling into his neck, placing kisses there, licking the salty residue of sweat from his skin. “I want to mark you,” Damon whispered. “Can I?”
Micha looked up at his mate in shock. "You don't mean...?" he asked, his voice trailing off.
It took a few seconds for Damon to realise what his mate was asking, but then he chuckled and shook his head. "No, not a mating mark, just a love bite."

“But what about the others, won’t they see?” Micha asked; he didn’t really mind if they all saw, he would wear Damon’s mark with pride, but he knew that Damon wanted to keep things more between the two of them for now.
“No, somewhere just for us,” he promised.
“Okay, marshmallow,” Micha agreed, “you can mark me, I’m yours after all.”
“All mine,” Damon agreed, kissing at the junction of Micha’s neck where his shoulder started, nibbling gently at the skin there. The older of the two intertwined his fingers with his submissive as he began suckling at the skin, making a wonderfully satisfying purple hicky on the tanned skin.
FGHP
“Harry, guess what,” Micha exclaimed, bounding up to the younger submissive happily. It was fortunate that it was only Callie who was keeping Harry company as Micha really couldn’t contain his excitement any more.
Fenrir had gone off to walk the boundaries, taking Lukas with him to ensure that the strays were not coming into their territory. Jenson had taken Clayton hunting once more, Damon had also gone with them as Romy had been insistent on coming along on the hunting trip as well and Jenson hadn’t wanted to venture deep into the woods with two pups on his own in case something went wrong.
Tessie was valiantly trying to regain some of the use of her left arm, she had been trying for days but all she seemed to be doing was causing herself more pain. She was determined however, not wanting to be restricted by the sling for the rest of her life.
Callie and Harry had been starting to cook when Micha had bounded up to them, literally seconds after Clayton had left the clearing with the others. The older of the two submissive males was not stupid enough to mention anything where Clay could hear. He didn’t want to upset Damon by going against his wishes, though he still didn’t understand the logic behind that decision.
“What?” Harry asked with a smile, glad to see that Micha was so happy. The younger submissive was starting to feel a lot more at ease with things and was more or less acting normally within the pack once more, even volunteering to help Callie with dinner as Romy was off with the boys, hunting, and Callie was looking a little paler than usual.
Callie had always been one of the more frail wolves of the pack, she struggled on occasion as her immune system had never reached the strength that other werewolves achieved due to her frequent quite severe illnesses in her childhood. It was over the last week or so that everyone had been noticing that she didn’t seem to be at all well, though no one had dared to mention anything to her, not yet at least, not with the over-protective Jenson hovering around keeping an eye on her.
“Damon gave me a blow job,” Micha said proudly and Harry laughed, Callie just grimaced.
“Micha, sweetheart, what you and my brother get up to is not something I want to hear about, no matter how happy I am for you, dear one,” Callie said with a fond smile, not stopping preparing the dinner as she said this.
“And I gave him a hand job back and I didn’t freak out,” Micha continued regardless. He really didn’t care who heard as long as it wasn’t Clayton, everyone else seemed to know anyway, they weren’t hiding it from the rest of the pack.
“Bet you are glad you followed my advice and followed him into the woods now,” Harry said with a grin, happy for his friend who was practically beaming with joy as he shared this with them.
“Harry, little one, you really shouldn’t be encouraging members of this pack to go wandering into the woods alone,” Callie chastised with a frown.
“I wasn’t alone, Callie,” Micha assured her, “I was with Damon, or at least found him soon enough” he went on with a playful, happy grin on his face.
“I’m so happy for you, tell me everything… wait, actually, no, don’t tell me everything, that would be gross, tell me all the non-gross bits,” Harry said quickly, deciding that he didn’t want a blow by blow account so to speak.
“Little one, you go and talk to Micha, this isn’t something I want to know about my big brother,” Callie said fondly, giving Harry a pointed look.
“Are you sure? I can stay and help you cook, I don’t mind, we won’t say anything too gross, promise,” Harry said, feeling a little guilty. He wanted to know about what had happened between Micha and Damon but equally he didn’t want to leave Callie to cook for the pack on her own.
“Romy will be back soon, she can help me; you go and talk to Micha, it’s just nice to see the two of you smiling again,” Callie said, putting down the knife she had been using and wiping her hands clean on a cloth. “Just keep smiling, both of you, and I won’t mind being left to cook on my own.”
Harry was still a little hesitant about leaving but even as he was about to tell her not to worry and that he would talk to Micha about his escapades in the forest later, feeling too guilty about walking away from his chores, Tessie came over, offering to take his place.
“You really shouldn’t push yourself so hard, dear,” Harry heard Callie say to Tessie as he and Micha headed away from them to talk more privately. Callie really was one of the kindest souls he had ever had the pleasure to meet, he loved her so much; they all did.
“Okay, so I take it you enjoyed it,” Harry said with a grin, as he linked arms with Micha.
“Yeah,” Micha said a little dreamily, before a sad expression crossed his face. “I mean it really made me realise how seriously messed up things had been with… with Harlan…”
“Good,” Harry bit out rather harshly. “Sorry,” he added quickly, when Micha turned to him in surprise. “I just am glad he didn’t ruin this for you and that you are really starting to get that what happened was all that bastard’s doing.”
“I’m starting to, Damon was… there are no words, he was just amazing. I think I love him, Harry,” Micha said and Harry broke out into a grin, turning to face his fellow submissive and hugging him. “We even cuddled,” he added.
“That you mentioned that while hugging me is a little disturbing,” Harry said, as he broke away from their embrace. “But given your apparent hug obsession, I am very happy for you.”
“Thank you,” Micha said, his happiness simply overflowing from him as he took Harry’s hand within his own.
“What for?” Harry asked, slightly bemused but thrilled to see Micha so full of energy and happy. He was finally the person he had been before Harlan had come into their lives and it was wonderful for Harry to see.
“For getting me to follow Damon, for helping me, for everything,” Micha said grinning before surprising Harry by hugging him again, arms wrapping around the smaller submissive and squeezing him, something Harry did right back to Micha, laughing at how joyful he was.
FGHP
Harry felt rather jittery as he built himself up for what he wanted to do, it was a combination of nerves and excitement, though he was determined to do it because if Micha could then he could as well.
They also had tomorrow looming over them, which didn’t help matters; they would be going back to Hogwarts and he was not looking forward to having to go and leave the pack again after their week together. Though, he was still determined to repair his relationship with Fenrir as much as possible before then.
His conversation with Micha had had the unfortunate side effect of putting some disturbing mental images in his head, and so to free himself of them he had tried to picture him and Fen rather than Damon and Micha. He had been rather relieved to find that that mental image was actually inspiring, and didn’t disturb him in the least; it had, in fact, turned him on a little.
Harry reasoned that this was likely because it was nothing like what either Gideon or Blaise had done to him, and so he had made a decision; he would try to take this step with his mate in an effort to fix things between the two of them. He had to try something.
Fenrir was talking to Jenson, Lukas and Damon across the other side of the clearing, it seemed to be a rather important conversation too, judging by the serious expressions on their faces. Harry loathed to interrupt them but if he didn’t do this right now then he was going to lose his nerve and tomorrow evening they wouldn’t be here anymore.
“Where are you going?” Micha asked as Harry got up, the two of them had been sat next to one another, sharing a blanket by the fire and the older of the two had been rather startled when his friend had rather suddenly got to his feet.
“To take a leaf out of your book,” Harry said with a sly smile to his friend, “wish me luck?”
“With how you have the Alpha wrapped around your finger, I don’t think you need any luck,” Micha replied with a grin. “Have fun.”
After taking a deep breath Harry headed over to where the four dominant males were conversing in hushed tones, their conversation coming to a rather abrupt halt when they saw that Harry was approaching. Clearly whatever they were talking about wasn’t something they wanted Harry to hear.
“What is it, little one?” Fenrir asked, though he sounded a little impatient.
“I want to talk to you,” Harry said, looking into his mate’s intense golden orbs, pleading with him to understand what he meant, though Fenrir was never one to read between the lines. However, judging by the twin smirks on Damon and Lukas’ faces they had cottoned on to what the teenager meant. Jenson was looking a little disapproving about it too but none of this put Harry off in the slightest.
“Can it wait, we’re busy,” Fenrir said bluntly, making Harry scowl at him. There was more than one way to get Fenrir alone and if he wasn’t going to come willingly then Harry was going to have to play dirty to get what he wanted.
“Fine,” the little submissive said, turning sharply on his heel and heading directly into the forest, walking as fast as his legs could go without breaking out into a run. Sure enough he hadn’t managed to get two metres into the forest before strong arms encircled around his waist, lifting him up from his feet.
Harry’s heart froze with fear, his brain taking a little while to catch up with his senses, he had been on the verge of panic until the scent of his mate hit him and he realised that the person who had grabbed him was his mate.
“You do not come in here alone,” Fenrir growled in his ear, anger evident in his tone. “It isn’t safe!”
“Let go of me, you great oaf,” Harry snapped, wiggling to be put down. “I’m not a rag doll, Fen, put me down!”
“You need to stop wandering off!”
“How else am I going to get you to talk to me?” Harry demanded to know; he really couldn’t handle being brushed aside at the moment. The Alpha could talk to Damon, Jenson and Lukas whenever he liked, but Harry knew he would be back at Hogwarts the following evening.
“You wait until I’m not busy, then we talk,” Fenrir told him sternly. Harry was precious to him, but his little mate was not exactly very good at being patient.
“I’m leaving tomorrow, Fen, we don’t have that kind of time. Tonight is my last night here, I don’t want to spend it with you ignoring me. I knew you would follow me,” Harry informed him.
“You shouldn’t be so devious, little one,” the Alpha told him with disapproval.
“Well you should have just agreed to talk with me. You would have enjoyed what I had to say,” Harry told him, trying for a sweet smile.
“Then tell me, little one,” Fenrir said sternly, his patience rapidly running out.
“How about I show you instead?” Harry suggested, quickly dropping to his knees in front of his mate and going for the fastening on his jeans with practised ease.
“Little one!” Fenrir exclaimed in surprise, reaching down and picking Harry up into his arms before his submissive could actually achieve anything.
“No, Fen, please, I really want to,” Harry said earnestly, his hand’s pressed against the Alpha’s chest so that he could meet his eyes. “I have been fantasising about this for hours. Please,” he begged.
“You are sure?” he questioned and was surprised by the enthusiastic nodding on his little mate.
Feeling far more uncertain than he was used to, Fenrir walked, with Harry in his arms, a little further from the edge of the clearing and positioned them behind a large tree to at least shield them from any prying eyes. Unable to resist his little mate any longer, he lowered Harry back down to the ground, watching as Harry sunk back down to his knees and popped the button on his jeans.
He kept his eyes on the little submissive, watching him intently as Harry freed him from his trousers, watching his little mate was enough to have his cock twitching with interest before Harry even started to touch him at all. Knowing that Harry had been fantasising about this had Fenrir’s heart racing, which only increased as his mate’s hands wrapped around him and began to pump him.
The Alpha threw his head back, hitting it against the trunk of the tree as the pleasurable sensations washed over him. He was never able to truly let go and simply enjoy anything unless he was alone with his mate like this. Harry was the most precious thing in the world to him and he knew that he would protect the young man until he drew his last breath.
Of course, all those thoughts, and in fact his brains ability to truly function, seemed to disappear the moment that Harry’s lips wrapped around the tip of his hard cock, that wicked little tongue swirling around the head, and coating him in saliva that he knew would make the friction of sliding into his little mate’s mouth ever more pleasurable.
Knowing he didn’t want to miss the view, Fenrir forced his eyes open and looked down at where Harry was kneeling; he had known the sight was going to be hot, but he hadn’t anticipated those wide green eyes to be looking up at him full of lust. He was amazed at how resilient his little mate was; that Harry seemed to be enjoying sliding his mouth over his cock was a blissful surprise.
He had never been able to take the whole length into his mouth, but he was making a valiant effort, the tip brushing against the back of his throat as he sucked with enthusiasm. Fenrir groaned at the feel of it all as Harry withdrew only to take it back into his mouth in quick succession, his tongue caressing the length as he went.
If he could have then he would have stayed here with his little mate all night; however, he could feel his orgasm building fast and he knew that he wasn’t going to last long the rate that Harry was going. He only wished that he could have taken his mate fully, buried himself balls deep inside of him and reclaimed him as his own, but he knew that this wasn’t going to happen, not before Harry left for Hogwarts again.
The Alpha tried to hold back, tried to resist his impending climax, wanting to extend the pleasurable moment for as long as possible; he had meant it when he had said he was busy, the conversation regarding the strays had been important, but it paled into insignificance when he could be here with his cock down his mate’s throat.
It was wishful thinking though, he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer, not with the sensations that Harry was sending through him. Compared to the first time that Harry had attempted this and the several times afterwards he was certainly improving, he could now do things with his tongue that could have the Alpha male coming undone within seconds, not that Fenrir would ever admit to this, of course.
The one thing that overrode the sensation of Harry’s lips wrapped around him was the delightful tingling of the mark upon his neck. It no long felt uncomfortable it felt good and, as he realised that, Fenrir lost control. Knowing that their bond would survive the trauma of what had happened to Harry, overwhelmed him. He didn’t even have a chance to growl out a warning before he was shooting his load down his mate’s throat.
Harry did flinch slightly, but that was likely in shock at the suddenness of the Alpha’s orgasm; he didn’t let that discourage him though and Fenrir growled with pride as his little mate swallowed it all down and then proceeded to gently lick him clean.
“Did you feel the change in your mark too?” Harry questioned, once he had let Fenrir’s now limp cock out from between his lips and had begun to tuck it away, back into the Alpha’s jeans.
“Yes,” Fenrir told him simply, picking Harry up into his arms the moment that his jeans were done back up. He had intended to help his little mate reach his own climax but he could feel a dampness at the groin of Harry’s jeans that indicated that he required no assistance on that front.
Harry giggled, realising what had taken the Alpha’s attention. “That was seriously hot, I couldn’t help myself,” he explained, feeling a little weird about actually having come in his jeans, though his hips had hardly been able to stay still and the friction had just proven to be too much, especially with the sensation in his mark too. “But the mark,” he said excitedly, “it feels tingly, good tingly, does this mean it is fixed?”
“It is starting to mend,” Fenrir confirmed; it certainly didn’t mean that it was as it was before but he agreed with his mate’s happiness, it was an excellent sign.

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Jan - Fenrir's protective instincts are in overdrive at the moment, unsurprisingly, yet he is doing a remarkable job of controlling them, all things considered.
Kirah - Glad you are enjoying the story so far, at least we give you frequent updates. ;)
Clair - It is very easy to forget how much Clayton is going through; there are a lot of demands on him, and he is dismissed as a bit of a clown, so his feelings towards Romy are not being taken entirely serious by some just yet. And yes, you are right, Clayton will want his Dad to be happy, but Damon is right that his reaction might not exactly be entirely rational initially. Harry is aware how difficult the situation is for Fen, and he is trying to keep that in mind when he does something that upsets him, but it isn't always easy. Micha is healing wonderfully and making amazing progress, even more in this chapter as you can see. Fen does get a few more vague hints about what is going on with Harry in this chapter and a promise of the truth in the future but Harry is still keeping his secrets so far. I hope the further progress between them in this chapter was to your liking.
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