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Every Wolf's Bane	By : blade-of-the-shadows Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 29234 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 10
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any characters from Harry Potter, all credit goes to Rowling and I do not make any profit from this fanfic

Chapter List
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When Harry woke up, he and Fenrir were under the covers and the older werewolf was sprawled out, snoring slightly with a slight bit of drool slithering down his cheek. His arm was still around Harry’s waist. Harry smiled at the babyish sight of Fenrir—really, the man was such a child at heart—and tried to slip out of Fenrir’s grip. Only for the man’s arm to tighten. He wriggled experimentally, then sighed.
“Fenrir.” The man only grunted, making Harry roll his eyes. “FENRIR!”
Fenrir shot up, growling and looking around wildly. Harry took the chance to slip away and stand. He felt his bones crack with the movement and stretched to rid himself of all the kinks and knots in his muscles. He didn’t turn around to look at Fenrir, already knowing what the man’s face would look like, and walked towards the door, grabbing a pair of old pants from his dresser on his way. He usually went down to make breakfast earlier, but he woke up a bit late, so they would probably eat some more leftovers. At least he made breakfast food in abundance.
“Harry…” Fenrir growled from behind him.
Harry quickly stuffed his pants on, humming calmly all the while, and left the room. He heard Fenrir curse and fumble out of the bed behind him and quickly ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. He saw the Twins bright red hair, Draco’s blinding white strands, and Remus’ brown mop. Half of the pack looked up and greeted him.
“Hey, Harry, we’ve got a few questions!” They tried to mob him, but he slipped around them.
“Hey guys, no time.” Fenrir storming and cursing reached their ears and the pack wore identical expressions of confusion. “Right…”
He grabbed some food from the table and gobbled it down. It was surprising that he didn’t choke at the speed he ate. The door banged open and Fenrir stalked inside, eyes immediately finding Harry and promising murder. Harry heard a choked gasp but ignored it, keeping his eyes on Fenrir as he backed away.
“Pup…” A snarl lifted the man’s lip.
“Fenrir…Beautiful morning isn’t it?”
Seth cleared his throat. “Umm…is it okay if I asked what’s going on?”
The two wolves ignored him, eyes locked. Harry licked his lips, debating with himself on when he should run. Or if he should run. Fenrir’d catch him anyway. Fenrir growled and instincts took over. There was a door from the kitchen leading outside and he went for it. He was outside and running before anyone could blink. Fenrir cursed and stormed after him. He made a sharp left and circled back to the front of the house, entering through the front door. He knew the house better than Fenrir did, but he knew the older werewolf could track him better than he could lose the man. So he retraced his steps back to the kitchen and out the door and around again.
This went on for five minutes. All the pack was awake and laughing, including the Twins and Draco. Remus was still horror struck. Fenrir was too angry to realize he should stop and wait for Harry to come around to catch him. It didn’t matter, as Fenrir caught him anyway, but it would’ve taken less time.
Harry yelped when Fenrir’s claws dug into his exposed skin on his hip above his pants. He heard the man growl in satisfaction and yelped again when Fenrir threw him over the shoulder like a sack of potatoes, but with an unexpected gentleness. He growled and glared at Fenrir’s back.
“Fenrir…” The man growled in response and carried him into the house by the means of the back door. The pack burst into another fit of laughter seeing Harry over Draco’s shoulder and he growled at them to shut up. He heard someone ask something and heard the Twin’s reply.
“This is pretty much an everyday occurrence. They always get into a fight in the morning or in the afternoon because Harry would either get bored and annoy Fenrir, or Fenrir would do something that would piss off Harry and make him do something. We were totally freaked the first time we saw Fenrir chasing Harry down the hall, his hair bright pink.”
He heard the pack’s laughter and Bryanna’s grumbling just as the door closed. He said nothing as Fenrir climbed up the stairs, knowing he’d get a growl in return. He was in deep shit; that much was clear. Fenrir was severely pissed at him. They entered Harry’s room and Fenrir threw him down on the bed. He shot up with a growl.
“Hey—!” Fenrir pushed him back down on the bed, climbing on top of him. He was going to start complaining at the man when he saw the way Fenrir’s pupils dilate looking down at him. He licked his lips, wondering what was going to happen next and trying to control his erratic heartbeat.
“Pup…” Fenrir’s voice sounded unsure, even if his gaze was solid. “Can I ask you something?”
Harry shrugged. “Shoot.”
“Will you…? Shit.” Fenrir quickly pulled away, sitting at the edge of the bed with his head hung. Harry sat up and put his hand on Fenrir’s shoulder.
“Fen…are you okay?”
The man looked over and squinted at him. Harry had to resist the urge to tell him to stop squinting. “This is way harder than I thought it would be.”
“What?” Harry sighed when Fenrir looked away. “Come on, Fenrir, tell me.”
“Will you…” Fenrir growled. “God fuckin’ dammit, pup, will you be my fuckin’ mate?”
Harry’s eyes widened and his heart picked up speed. “You want me to…?”
“Be my mate, have my pups, all that.”
“But…” Harry looked down. “I’m used, damaged goods. I’m no good, Fen, do you really want someone as fucked up as me to be your mate? Especially while Voldemort’s still on my ass?”
“Fuck, Harry, I would’ve asked if I didn’t want you.” Fenrir frowned as him. “Besides, you’re not nearly as fucked up as I am, so shut up.”
“Oh, Fenrir.” At lost for words, Harry threw himself into Fenrir’s arms, easily straddling him.
Grabbing the man’s face in between his palms, Harry leaned forward and kissed Fenrir as hard as he could. The werewolf responded eagerly, grabbing Harry round his waist and deepening the kiss. Then a thought occurred and Harry pulled away, biting his lip. Fenrir looked at him with confused, lust-blown eyes.
“Sorry, I just…” Harry looked down. “…I want to know if you picked me as your mate because of me or because I’m a male submissive.”
Fenrir tensed and let out a growl-like curse. Alarmed, Harry looked up and around as Fenrir’s grip on him changed, but the man was only tightening his grip as he thrust his hips up into Harry’s. The raven gasped and blushed as he immediately felt the long, engorged member coming from Fenrir’s lap and making a significantly large bulge in the man’s jeans. Fenrir roughly grabbed Harry’s chin and forced him to look up into those hard, icy grey eyes.
“This is what you do to me.” Fenrir growled out, his voice husky and slightly rasped. “All the time. This is why I don’t want you followin’ me around all damn day. Every time I see you, smell you, hear you, I want to fuck you raw and senseless into the ground.” Harry blushed harder and tried to pull away, but Fenrir’s grasp was unrelenting. “I want to fuck you and claim you as you come hard and long for me. And I want to do it all the fuckin’ time. I don’t know what it is about you pup, but you get me hot in a way no other submissive has before.”
A burst of heat exploded and spread through Harry’s body; he gave a small whimper of want. The area around him got brighter as his eyes dilated and he was sure Fenrir could see the lust in his eyes. The man’s own eyes were dilated till a small ring of lusty, blue-silver surrounded the pupil. Harry tried to lean forward even as Fenrir’s hand held him back and he whimpered again. Fenrir’s lip lifted slightly in a small snarl.
“You don’t know what you’re doing, pup.” Harry only replied with a snarl of his own and he reached out to grab Fenrir’s bulge through his pants.
Fenrir ripped out a growl and his grip on Harry’s chin changed, pulling the young submissive into a hard kiss. Harry gasped at the suddenness and Fenrir took advantage to shove his tongue in, drawing Harry into a deeper kiss. The young raven haired wolf, hands on Fenrir’s cock forgotten, moaned and leaned forward, his body on fire. He moaned again as Fenrir bit his lip hard, but not enough to draw blood. Fenrir pulled away with one last nip to Harry’s bottom lip and the young wolf growled.
The man chuckled. “Not now, pup. We’re too close to the pack; I don’t like it.” His voice deepened into a growl. “We will wait until a later, better time. Probably on the full moon.”
Harry whimpered, wanting Fenrir now. “Will you at least mark me or something, dammit?”
Fenrir growled and without a word tilted Harry’s chin up, baring his white neck, and quickly bit where Harry’s neck and shoulder met. An electric shock passed through Harry and he jerked with a gasp. Fenrir growled a warning to keep still around his skin and roughly licked at the sore spot. Harry gasped and shivered as Fenrir bit, licked, and suckled at his neck, arousing him to no end.
Alas, the mark was made and Fenrir stopped, leaning back to look down at Harry through heavily lidded eyes. Harry bit his lip and looked back up him.
“Thank you, Fenrir.” His voice quiet, if a little breathy. Fenrir grunted and pulled him into a kiss, softer and slower than any other kiss they shared. It was, of course, at that moment when they were interrupted by a knock on the door.
“Alpha, Harry, you guys…okay in there?” Lance’s voice came through. “You’ve been in there for a while now.”
Harry grinned and bounced his way off of Fenrir’s lap and to the door. His mark was on full display, immediately drawing Lance’s gaze. The man blinked, staring at Harry with a blank expression as his nose twitched.
“Um…that’s a little unexpected.” He suddenly grinned. “But congratulations! Honestly, I guess I should’ve expected this. The tension between you two was thick as tar.”
Fenrir came up behind Harry, wrapping an arm around his waist. “Shut up, Lance.”
Lance only laughed. “You two make a cute couple. But I’ll tell you this, Fenrir, from what I’ve seen, Harry’s going to give you a run for your money.”
“You know it, Lance.” Harry grinned up at the man who he was already beginning to consider an older brother. Fenrir grumbled in his ear.
“Can we stop dissin’ me and go down to eat something? I’m starvin’.”
Pandemonium broke out as soon as Harry stepped into the kitchen. After Fenrir marked him, his scent had slowly began to change and the others could smell the difference before they even noticed the mark on his neck. Fenrir pulled Harry behind his back as everyone—minus Draco and the Twins, who were just mostly confused—and growled loudly, effectively shutting them all up.
“I have decided to make Harry my mate for reasons you don’t need to fuckin’ know. He accepted, obviously you see and smell my mark on him, so that’s that. Anyone with any complaints can gladly get their head ripped off.” He put his hands on his hips. “Any questions?”
The room was silent for a moment. Then Bryanna shrieked in frustration and stormed through the back down. They could see her stop in the backyard from the window, running her hands through her hair before putting her hands on her hips and standing there. Harry felt a twinge of guilt, but only for a moment. She was a complete bitch and didn’t deserve Fenrir. Harry knew he could be bitchy, but she took it to a whole new level. He turned when he saw Draco stand from his peripheral.
“Okay, so you are telling me you two finally stopped dancing around each other?” A look of relief spread across his pale features. “Final-fucking-ly. I thought I was going to die from stress before you two got out of your asses and noticed each other.”
Harry glared at Draco, the look ruined by his red cheeks. “What the hell are you talking about, Draco?”
The blonde snorted. “Oh, please, Harry. You two were practically destined ever since you were thrown in a cell together.”
“In a cell together?” Lance frowned, but before he could say anything else, Fenrir growled at him in warning.
“What happened at Malfoy Manor stays at Malfoy Manor, understood?” His glare swept through the room. “I don’t want to hear anythin’ about me being there, or how me and Harry met, or any bullshit like that. Understood?”
“Yes, Alpha.” Came the solemn reply.
Harry noticed some of them glancing at Draco, who was looking pointedly at the ceiling. He frowned and subtly nudged Fenrir. The wolf nudged him back, and Harry was somehow able to realize that Fenrir was telling him that he had too noticed. They were only just mated and they were already so connected. Harry couldn’t help a small smile.
“Hey?” He looked up to find the retarded as always Jake squinting at him and Fenrir. “Does that mean we have to call Harry Alpha now?”
“Obviously, you fucking dumbfuck.” Harry and Fenrir chorused together in a snarl; Harry’s higher pitched growl harmonizing perfectly with Fenrir’s rumbling voice.
There was a moment of silence, broken only when Draco and the Twins started snickering behind their hands. Lance joined in a moment later, followed by more of the pack. Even Tamera and Renee giggled a little, gasping in shock when they realized what they were doing. Jake only gaped, his expression scandalized. He was used to only Fenrir talking to him like that. Lance came forward and ruffled Harry’s hair, still laughing.
“Fenrir’s rubbing off on you already, Harry? Merlin, two Fenrir, what has the world come to?”
Harry scowled and punched Lance in the gut, making the older werewolf pale as he lost his breath. Fenrir burst out laughing and wrapped an arm around Harry, pulling the raven close and nuzzling into his hair.
“Perfect, absolutely fucking perfect.” The man whispered into Harry’s hair.
“Shut up, Fenrir.” Harry growled, despite the blush creeping up his face. His mate merely laughed.
~oOo~
A month passed, and before Harry knew it, the full moon was tonight. That morning they had traveled the distance to the thick forest not far from Grimmauld Place. In that time frame, Harry learned a lot about the pack.
All of the pack members, with the exception of Harry, were in the age range between early thirties to early forties. The youngest were Tamera and Arick, and they were twenty-eight and twenty-nine respectively. Harry was seventeen; an adult by British law and mature by werewolf instinct. He still felt immature next to the rest of them—minus Byranna and her cronies—even with the experiences he had in life. He was used to being the ultimately mature one; this was like a breath a fresh air.
Fenrir himself was thirty-five and that didn’t bother Harry one bit. Werewolves aged physically slower than humans, he’d learned, but somehow matured faster. Even though Fenrir already had grey hairs—like, three little thin stripes that were barely noticeable—he would live at least another eighty years, making him well over one hundred. The same will happen to Harry. Hopefully they had many healthy pups till then.
Which brought Harry to his current problem. He had well and accepted that Fenrir was his mate but…they haven’t done anything…reproductive. Not since the day Fenrir marked and claimed him as mate. The most Fenrir ever did was curl up behind Harry, spooning him, and that was only after Harry had fallen asleep. The only reason he knew Fenrir did it was because he had a habit of waking up early in the morning, before Fenrir; but he couldn’t ever get up because the beast of a man kept his arm tight around Harry, locking the young werewolf’s body to his. At some point Harry would always fall back asleep.
He was really confused. He knew Fenrir wanted him just as much as he wanted the man, but they barely even touched. Harry might’ve been a virgin, but he was a man with needs.
The day they went into the forest, Harry was decidedly fed up with it and went to Lance about it. In the past month he’d had grown extremely close to Lance and considered him a brother. The man was just too nice and friendly to think of otherwise. Harry took anything he didn’t understand to Lance, since he didn’t trust Fenrir and the man’s temper to tell him anything properly.
Lance was sitting in a rock, a little ways off from the little cave Fenrir had sulked off to once he spotted it, to ‘rid himself of the fucking ignorance of his pack’ apparently. Harry crawled up the rock and sat next to Lance, curling into the man’s side as a hug. Lance shifted, throwing his arm over Harry’s back but careful to not touch his chest or his waist and anything lower.
“What’s up, pup?”
Harry hesitated. “I have a question…about Fenrir.”
Lance quirked an eyebrow. “Oh? Do ask.”
Harry sat up and scooted a slight bit away, pulling his knees to his chest and curling his arms around them. “Well…I’m supposed to be Fenrir’s mate right? But…we haven’t…done anything you know, mate-like.”
Lance stared at him for a second before laughing. “Harry, you have done something ‘mate-like’. Have you noticed how Fenrir, and only Fenrir, has given you food?” Harry nodded slowly. “That’s because as your mate, Fenrir has to provide everything for you. And by accepting the food, you’re accepting the position as his mate. It was kind of like the beginnings of him claiming you, other than the…you know, marking.”
“Oh.” Harry glanced away then looked back up at Lance, cheeks red. “I meant well…something more…” His cheeks darkened further. “You know.”
Lance blinked at him before realization dawned on his face. “Oh…Oh, Harry. I…honestly don’t know what to tell you about that. He usually goes straight for it, you know and—shit, I’m not helping.” He backtracked at Harry’s expression. “Ok, personally? I think he might just be a little bit afraid. You’re so…little and he’s so…big. I think he’s afraid of breaking you, Harry. Really, I wish he would just claim you, because the rest of us are going crazy. It’s like…your scent isn’t complete, and our instincts are going wild because in our minds we know you are his mate, but the scent isn’t right so our wolves aren’t in agreement.”
Harry looked away. “So it’s not because I’m…unattractive?”
“Quite the opposite; Fenrir’s having a hard enough time resisting your charms now, which is why he doesn’t really spend that much time with you yet, but wait till you grow bit; he won’t let you go.” Lance blurted out, surprised.
“Ok, thank you Lance.”
“No problem.”
The little raven wolf jumped from the rock and headed towards the rest of the pack, where they were watching Tamera and Emile wrestle. His steps were a bit lighter and he looked a bit happier. But unbeknownst to him, Fenrir had excellent hearing and heard everything he said.
The older werewolf stepped out of his cave and settled next to Lance, watching as Harry laughed alongside the pack at Tamera, who was currently in a headlock by Emile.
“He’s fitting so well into the pack, almost as if he was never human. Almost as if he was made to be in this pack.” Lance murmured, watching Harry the same as Fenrir.
Fenrir only grunted and Lance glanced at him. “You heard our conversation; he accepted being your mate so well and now he’s expecting more than the little attention you give him. It’s obvious that the pup has a terribly low self esteem, for whatever reason, and you’re not helping by avoiding him.”
“I know that, dammit.”
“Well then act like it!” Lance snapped, his face rarely in the scowl it was in now. “You don’t have to have fucking sex with him, Fenrir, not if you’re not confident with your control, but pay him some fucking attention. You pay the bitch Betas more attention.”
“Resisting him is—”
“Don’t give me that bullshit. The rest of us are going through it worse than you because you won’t even fucking claim him.” Fenrir growled. “Fuck you. The pup deserves more than your minimal attention. Now he has a family and you’re acting like a bitch.”
“I know that—”
“Then do something about it, I can’t stand to see the pup like that again, Fenrir. You didn’t see his face; he looked completely hopeless, like he was losing something all over again. Something big and something bad happened in his life and we need to help him through it. But we can’t do it if you keep running from him.”
With that, Lance jumped from the rock with a growl, planting a happy smile on his face as he walked towards the pack. Now, Tamera was wrestling with Arick, Harry cheering them both on happily. Fenrir watched as the young wolf turned, saw Lance and his smile grew wider, then his gaze flicked behind Lance, at Fenrir, and his grin faltered and he looked away, his face falling drastically. Fenrir scowled as he watched Lance try to cheer Harry back up and watch the fight.
Fenrir growled. He knew that he had to interact with Harry more. He just didn’t know how to fucking do it without jumping the little fucking vixen.
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