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What Are You Worth?	By : kati Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 109051 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 17
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Chapter 9

The air whipped past Harry's muzzle as they flew through the forest. He didn't know where this extraordinary energy had come from, but he was bursting with the urge to go faster faster faster and to leap leap leap. This was the best night of his life! Never before had he experienced such freedom as he had this night, first with his dear brother, then alone, and now with this wonderful werewolf at his side, thundering through the trees with him.

Their paws struck the earth in a strange rhythm when the two beats were sounded together, the noise leaping up into the canopy of the trees and startling the restless birds into flight. Harry's shorter strides created a snappy prestissimo and the behemoth-masquerading-as-a-wolf's created a pleasant animato.

Harry yipped in pleasure: no one - not even Caspian! - had ever played with him with such abandon. Always everyone crept around him like he was some leper; even his beloved Caspian thought him too delicate to be physical with. It wasn't fair, really! He may be submissive, and happy to be too, but he was also a boy -- and he wanted to play and to run and to laugh. He knew other male submissives were granted this, so why not he? And apparently the mischievous werewolf he had met (and rather liked) was of the same opinion.

They rounded a conifer with a particularly large circumference with their rippling sides pressed together familiarly. Harry enjoyed their contact as the dominant was very attractive. The dominant's pace slowed. Harry followed his lead and together they continued at a gentle trot, panting hard. The moon-silver wolf groaned throatily and slumped to the ground with his eyes closed. Harry stopped and stared.

He decided to investigate and gently nudged his companion with his nose. A beautiful eye cracked open wearily, shining with an exhausted pleasure. Harry cocked his head in question and whined a little, unable to help himself; he was never this vocal usually, but it was easy to communicate with this wolf who made him feel so relaxed. In response, the massive head was raised slightly and a long lick administered to the side of Harry's head. If a wolf could blush, Harry would have. The lovely dominant didn't realise that Harry thought him pleasing and wouldn't anticipate nor encourage the warm feeling that blossomed in Harry's heaving chest.

So, embarrassed, he huffed through his nose and limped tiredly over to the gnarled roots of a large tree and curled himself up in their twists and loops, eyes falling closed. A tickling sensation was bubbling in his belly. It was strange and inexplicable, and Harry wondered if he had eaten something rotten.

He breathed deeply and allowed the tension in his shoulders to seep away and the sensation subsided a little, but it remained with him the entire night and made his bad dreams even worse, resulting in a night of fitful rest.

Harry awoke cold and sore. At first he lay in his uncomfortable position, unmoving and very tired. But as the haze of sleep and exhaustion lifted slowly from his mind, the sounds of twittering birds and leaves rustling in the wind registered. His heart leapt into his throat and his eyes flew open in a panic as he reared to his feet. Where was he?!

After a few frantic sweeps of the area with his eyes, Harry's memory caught up with him and he realised where he was. He also remembered the strong dominant that had played with him the previous night. He blanched and felt sick. How could he have done that? How could he have just left Caspian? He would be worried! Wouldn't he? Harry bit his lip and wrung his hands nervously as there were no clothes to pick and twist at. Nothing to hide behind either.

He spotted a lightly tanned mass not far from him, a sprawling city of a man. His limbs were long and frighteningly muscular, his abdomen bumpy with strength, his glittering silver mane a tangled mess obscuring his sleeping face.

Oh! How had he let himself do all those things? He didn't know this man! Why had he let himself gambol like a puppy and embarrass himself by lavishing such unwanted romantic attention on a stranger? The man would laugh when he awoke and found the delusional puppy that had thrown himself so carelessly at him the previous night still lingering, panting for his attention. He had to go! He couldn't stay! He would run back to the castle as quickly as he could and pray to the Mother Wolf that no one spied his pitiful physique as he ran past. He would find Caspian and beg to be forgiven. What foolish things he had done!

Fenrir awoke from his pleasant dreams of a green-eyed wolf that shook his head as he ran with a forceful start. He had no idea what had woken him when he had been so deep in slumber, but he had a twisting feeling in his gut. He raised himself and stretched languidly, enjoying the satisfying pops and cracks of his skeleton and hoped his mate would enjoy the view he presented.

Fenrir turned to the spot at the base of the tree where his mate had chosen to lie. He blinked. Oh. He had already risen. Perhaps he had gone to relieve himself? The odd feeling in his gut that Fenrir was becoming more and more certain was the cause of his waking increased in intensity and the muscles of his shoulders tensed. He couldn't smell his mate anywhere near, and if he was taking a piss then Fenrir would be able to smell him very clearly and without effort. He growled fiercely; had someone stolen his newly-found mate as he slept?! How dare they? He should have insisted that they sleep together that night, if only for safety's sake, but Fenrir had thought that his pack would know better than to attack a wolf that Fenrir had not and was so obviously in acceptance of; he would not fall asleep in the same clearing as just anyone! (He had lost his love of communal sleeping long ago as the initial surge of pack instincts that plagued newly-turned wolves had subsided.)

Unbridled rage flared deep within him: not only did his pack no longer fear him, if this incident was anything to go by, but also they had potentially harmed his mate! A new and foreign feeling fought for precedence in his mind. Concern? Terror?

He thought back to the shy and initially reserved wolf he had encountered, the slim build, the eyes filled with equal measures of fear, suspicion, and apology. His heart sank: he could be so easily broken.

His heart pounding fiercely in his head, he sprang from the small clearing and raced back to his palace. People were going to pay.

Harry cringed and cowered slightly under Paul's fierce gaze. They were all back in their room, and no one was happy.

"How could you!? We were so worried! ANYTHING could have happened! When Caspian came and found us I thought I was going to die! You stupid, stupid boy!"

Paul raised his hand and Harry closed his eyes. The blow when it came was enough to send him tumbling off the bed where he had been seated and into a heap on the floor. His cheek stung but he did not touch his wound, only lay there until Paul was finished with him and asked him to move.

Silence pervaded the room. Then, "How dare you?" Caspian's voice hissed into the thick air. Harry wanted to cry. He was sorry, he was so sorry. He couldn't believe he had done this to Caspian, the only one who loved him! Let the punishment come, he thought, I deserve it.

There was a resounding CRACK throughout the room and a sharp cry accompanied by Caspian's snarling. Harry's eyes widened and he tried to figure out what was happening. He couldn't understand though and his curiosity prevailed, so he lifted his head to watch what was happening.

Paul was on his hands and knees and seemed to be examining the floor. He looked shocked and angry. Richard was pressed against the door with a hand to his mouth, eyes wide and wary. And then there was Caspian. He stood above Paul with his hand in a fist. He was shaking all over and was baring his teeth in a feral snarl so vicious that it made Harry truly scared of his brother.

Caspian had attacked his brother! How? Why?! Paul was his older brother!

Paul slowly raised himself to his feet and spat a glob of red, red blood onto the dusty floor. He levelled his sharp, murderous gaze upon Caspian, who returned it. Paul hissed through chipped teeth, "What are you thinking of, little brother?"

Caspian didn't answer, but roared at him and went to attack him again. Harry's heart leapt into his mouth, "No!" Caspian halted as if Harry had restrained him physically.

"Harry, what do you want me to do? He hurt you."

"Yes, b-but Caspian, that's my p-p-place, his place. He's your brother. You... you will be s-s-sad later if you hurt him."

Caspian seemed only more incensed by his words. He whirled to face him. "Your PLACE? His PLACE? No! Let me tell you something, Harry. It is no one's PLACE to hurt you! No one's!" He spat and glared at Paul once again. "My brother? Brother? Listen: he is YOUR brother too, Harry, but why is it okay for him to hit you but not okay for me, HIS brother to hit him? Hmmm? We are all brothers, all part of the same family, and yet there are different rules for all of us. But no! That is not true, is it? There are just different rules for HARRY! The SUBMISSIVE! We can hit those who are physically less able to deal with wounds than we are, Paul, but not those who can heal faster than human scientists can explain! How does that make sense? Tell me, Paul! You tell me!"

Paul stared. And stared. Then sighed and Harry thought that he could see a tear on his cheek.

His leg twitched violently as he walked over to where Harry still lay on the ground. He crouched and stared at the already-forming bruise on Harry's folded white leg, the spot where he had fallen. "I'm sorry. I have lived with my... our father for far too long." He lifted his head slowly, as if forcing himself, and looked into his face, observing his cheek. He gasped as he really looked at it. "I promise. I promise, little brother, I will never hurt you again. Please, I... I beg for your forgiveness." He stared helplessly into Harry's wide eyes.

Harry couldn't believe this. His dominant older brother... Caspian's words. Could things really be different for him? He thought back to the fun wolf who had treated him like someone important, someone worth talking to. Yes, maybe things could be different.

He smiled but winced at the pain the action caused to flare in his cheek. Paul's face crumpled and his hand shot out to cup his other cheek. "I look forward t-to a b-b-better relationship with y-you, brother. Of c-c-course you are forgiven."

Paul's lips quivered and he bit down on it fiercely. Harry spotted a tear of blood welling under his sharp tooth. "Thank you, little one."
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