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When Do I Get to Have That?	By : AngelNarcissa90 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 33910 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Read and Review. Let me know what you think. If you haven�t figured it out, this story is not your typical, A + B= C storyline. Hope you�re enjoying the twists and turns. Please remember that not everything is as it seems! *hugs*
The Rita Skeeter Effect: You Know, It�s Still All Your Fault, Right?

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�I did what you asked. Now go, if you know what�s good for you.�
�What about my��
Harry flinched at the sound of a sharp crack. �You need to leave.� After a few minutes of tense silence, retreating footsteps could be heard. Harry supposed that whoever Greyback was talking to was leaving.
A door slammed shut. Harry attempted to turn over in his sleep, but found the movement too exhausting. Something furry was pressed against his stomach, it breathed softly beside him. The touch of another warm body against him, relaxed Harry in a way that he hadn�t been able to experience in quite some time. Nuzzled between the warm fur and cloaked in the peaceful atmosphere of wherever he was, Harry fell back asleep.
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Wrapped in a womb like embrace, Harry surrendered to fevered kisses. The frantic lips and licks that caressed him heightened his arousal. Then there were hands grasping his waist. They felt soft and strong. They were made of dreams and Harry thoroughly enjoyed surrendering to them.
Part of Harry�s brain recognized the smell; it was a strong musky scent. But he didn�t mind. The soft fur rubbing against his chest smoldering him in heat more than made up for the fact that he was in the arms of an enemy or at least a once severely distrusted man. Harry dreamily wondered if there was a future in these arms. Gingerly, he responded to the light nipping at his neck. He raised himself and reached out grasping long hair. Tangling his fingers and arching his back, Harry growled when sharp teeth nibbled at his pectorals.
Harry balled his hands into fists. He tightened his hold on the silky strands until he felt the body above him tense. Whether the domineering growl was from frustration or excitement or pain, Harry was not sure. But the sensual response, the teeth sinking into his flesh coupled with moist lips and bucking hips made it well worth the trouble. The lips disappeared and a hardened Harry found himself wrapping his legs around a thick waist. Desperation over took him and friction between his length and his lover�s was electrifying. The lips reappeared gasping hard at his ear, suckling it.
The heat was suddenly stifling. No matter how hard he met the body grating against his, release wouldn�t come. The soft pain from the small parts of torn flesh on his chest and neck radiated beautifully. His hands wandered from the scalp full of hair to the strong neck, broad shoulders, bare back and tight ass. Up and down, Harry applied as much pressure as he could. He wanted to crush the form above him, anything to satisfy the lust controlling every part of his being.
Harry surrendered to the harsh hands that roughly trapped them over his head. Tossing from side to side, Harry kept his legs in place, squeezing his lover�s sex into his own. A familiar growl and precise nips at the crook of his neck and shoulder eventually convinced him to loosen his hold. The lips, hot with passion continued to suck at his as his bottom was parted. Harry snarled at the weak fingering attempt and bucked his hips once more. He wanted to feel everything.
Through the haze of lust, Harry murmured his approval as his lover submitted to this small concession. He howled at the sensation of his lover�s length forging a pathway inside him. Harry felt his magic lifting him to meet the thrusts of his lover as he widened his thighs and sank his nails into his lover�s back. The cries mixed with the blood and raw emotion finally gave Harry the release he needed. His lover�s hands switched constantly, one and then the other grabbing and twisting his sex and then moving to clench his hips. Harry went limp as he was seized by another climax and tightened his core around his lover.

Harry�s legs lay open as his lover slowly twisted his hips, grinding himself inside Harry as if he was trying to leave his signature. The seed his lover emptied seemed to have a sensational life of its own. Moaning, Harry slowly raised his legs and bent them at the knee and rocked with the body intertwined with his own. Some part of him was aware of what this mating could mean, but the lack of the light of the full moon meant that the seed seeking a womb would be left homeless. Breathing hard, Harry raised his hands and ran them along his lover�s sweaty shoulders until they reached their mate�s. Clasping them, Harry raised them above his head. Lips and licks covered Harry�s face meeting his lips every once in a while. His face was sticky with salvia as their bodies continued to rock feverishly. Harry didn�t want to miss the empty feeling that would come when his lover left his body. For a brief moment, Harry growled and sank his teeth into the nearest piece of flesh of his lover. Anger was conveyed through the motion. His lover had spilt seed that would lead to nothing. Abandoning his face, his lover nuzzled Harry�s neck in understanding.

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�That bitch.�
�Don�t take her personally. It�s just her nature.�
�Shut up.� Harry said as he turned away from Fenrir. The look on his face was maddening and the marks on his chest embarrassing to witness. �She wrote that we eloped! That this was all planned! How in the bloody hell am I supposed to go back to work�no walk down Diagon Ally with every bloody witch and wizard believing this this shit?!
Harry tensed as Fenrir spoke afraid that his deep tone would sweep away all independent thought, �You have me.� It wasn�t good enough. He�d be fired for sure for some reason or another. Or at the very least suspended. The stunt a few days ago wouldn�t be an attempted kidnapping it would be Harry playing mind games with his superiors and joining forces with a sexually dissatisfied werewolf. Damn! He was in the shitter for the long haul.
�WHAT AM I?� Harry roared lost in his turbulent emotions. Swept away into the depth of anger and despair, Harry failed to note the subtle flinch Fenrir made as he turned to face the fire burning lowly in the hearth.

�A part of me.�
�Meaning what?� Harry asked his voice still harsh, but much lower. He didn�t want to be reminded of his physical surrender a few nights ago. He still bore the ache in his ass and loneliness in his heart. It was if he was expecting something to have happen that didn�t and reminiscing about it further did nothing to solve the emotion. He couldn�t let his instincts get the better of him again.
�I haven�t shared the curse with you. I have not bitten you properly. I could never turn you.�
Harry stepped forward and placed his hands on Fenrir�s naked chest unwittingly reconnecting with the feeling that surged within him to submit and allow this fiendish bond�s need to physically reconcile their relationship. Fenrir was at fault, he couldn�t forget that. Harry�s palms were flat against Fenrir�s chest rising and falling with his every breath.
�Think of it as having all the perks with none of the pain or isolation.�
Harry frowned, like that fucked up article wouldn�t isolate him as much as Fenrir already was. Yes he had vanquished Voldemort, but who the hell cared when he was a monster as well.
�I can�t do this with you! Look at me!� Harry moved so that he was blocking Fenrir�s line of sight. �Look at what you did to me! Damn it!� He was bruised all over. Perhaps not as harshly as Fenrir with the scratches that tore into his back leaving scares. But Harry still harbored quite a few of Fenrir�s sweet love nips which hurt and itched. It was funny how they had felt stimulating before, during the heated fuck session. Harry gave up that line of thought when his body began reacting to it.
Fenrir shoved Harry back roughly, �And you didn�t ask for this! YOU didn�t kiss me, didn�t hold me?!�
If Harry had had his wand in that moment he would have cursed Fenrir where he stood. Damn him and his needs and damn Harry�s partiality toward them. �I need some air.� Harry pushed himself from the stone face of the mantle and headed for the cabin door. Fuck Fenrir for now. He needed a plan. Maybe it wasn�t too late to call Hermione and even Ron for that matter. They had wanted to help him before.
�Do you honestly think I�ll let you go so easily? You belong to me.� Fenrir called after him. There was a finality in his voice.
Harry paused in front of the door; he was still very much barefoot and naked. He was in the middle of nowhere if Rita Skeeter�s disdainful and colorful expressions concerning Fenrir�s hideaway were any indication. It didn�t matter that he had nothing to cloth his back and no wand to use for protection. Both were conspicuously missing and Harry was sure that Fenrir was hiding them. These woods belonged to monsters because it was their haven. Perhaps it had become his as well.
�I can�t leave you, you damn wolf. But I can walk away from you and from this for a little while at least. You could have been honest with me. You could have kept your fucking teeth to yourself.� Harry spoke loud enough for Fenrir to hear, but he remained facing the door. Fenrir didn�t respond and Harry wasn�t sure if he cared. Fuck him.
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Hermione paced. There were so many thoughts that ran through her head that whenever she opened her mouth to speak, she couldn�t properly formulate the right words. Bill who sat in one of the armchairs across from her watched her movements in silence. The whole Weasley clan with the exception of Percy and the late Fred were present.
�It�s all lies,� Molly Weasley said for what to be the hundredth time aloud. Hermione understood that she spoke those words more to herself than for anyone else�s satisfaction. Both Skeeter�s report and Ron�s own testimony to Harry�s abduction spoke for themselves. Harry was somehow mixed up with that monster and now he was half werewolf! It didn�t make sense. Hermione needed to talk with him.
And she knew that the missing was Weasley had to know something. The mock snob conversation she�d had with Malfoy at the Ministry had left her with lingering doubts. Malfoy kept mentioning how blind she was to reality that the men in her life were not all that they seemed. Hermione would have ignored him, but she hadn�t been able to get a straight answer from the pure blood. He wouldn�t tell her why he was even at the ministry, who he was meeting with, where he was meeting or even if he was meeting anyone at all. That and the very muggle looking necklace nearly hidden by the collar of his shirt had made her almost want to yank it from his neck. The prude! All those years of talking down to muggleborns and here he was wearing a very American looking silver choker. If only she had seen the pendant. Well, now there was a mystery worth solving and her gut told her that Percy was involved somehow.
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No excuses from me. Let us just say that I wanted to give a juicy chapter and I wouldn�t update until I found myself highly aroused by it. LOL.
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