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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

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“What the fuc—?”
“Shut up.” Harry growled out, ignoring the incredulous expression on Fenrir’s face. He’d dragged the man upstairs into his—well, lately Harry couldn’t help but think of it as their—room, forgetting to close the door as he turned, facing the older, larger man.
“I’m sick of this Fenrir. You keep on dancing around me, and I can’t fucking take it. I’ve had too much shit in my life to have to deal with you being too fucking afraid to have sex with me, your mate, the person who will give you pups—.”
Almost too quick for Harry to see, Fenrir moved forward and pinned him against the cave wall. “You think I’m afraid?”
“No. I know you’re afraid, Fenrir.” Harry’s breath hitched. “Or do you just want to wait until I get all desolate and cry all over the place? Does that give you kicks?”
Smut~~
Fenrir growled and shoved their lips together. Harry gasped, indirectly allowing Fenrir access into his mouth. He tried to push the man away, but Fenrir was much stronger than him. He moaned when Fenrir’s rough hand kneaded at the skin on his hip where his shirt hitched up.
He reached up and wrapped his arms around Fenrir’s neck, curling one hand into that thick, dark hair to pull Fenrir closer. Fenrir pressed him harder into the wall and Harry keened, pushing himself into Fenrir’s body. He gasped at the sudden burst of heat that filled his body, pulling his lips from Fenrir. The man was unfazed, ducking down to kiss his way down Harry’s neck. He growled once he reached Harry’s shirt collar, ripping off the shirt with one sharp tug. Harry gasped as the cold air hit his warm body, immediately making goose bumps appear and hardening his nipples. His gasp was cut off with a choke as Fenrir leaned down and captured one of his nipples in his mouth, flicking the nub with his tongue. The wet heat sent electric currents through Harry body and he moaned loudly, arching his body into Fenrir. The older wolf released his nipple and looked up at him from lust filled eyes; the desire darkening his icy grey eyes to a storm, their pupils exploding from the center.
“This is what gives me kicks, pup. I told you this already; how you make me react. There isn’t a moment in the day when I don’t want to drop you to the ground and fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk for a week.”
Harry sucked in a sharp breath and the heat pulsing through his body increased, his cock aching for release already. “Why don’t you?”
Fenrir straightened and grabbed Harry’s chin. “Because I have no doubt that you would break, pup.”
“Not true.”
“Last night you could barely hunt. You grew tired so easily and couldn’t keep up with the others.”
“Bullshit. They’re all older than me and they’re all dominates. Of course I couldn’t keep up.”
“Pup…” Fenrir pulled his hand away and Harry grabbed it, pressing it to his crotch and gasping as the heat increased.
“You feel this, Fenrir? You do this to me. I want you, but you keep pushing me away. I can take it; I’ve been through a lot worse, believe me.”
Fenrir stiffened. “The Dursleys?”
“Dammit, Fenrir! That’s not important at this moment.” He let go of Fenrir’s hand and used both of his own to grab his mate’s face. “I’ll tell you later, I promise. But for now…can you just believe me? I want this so bad, Fenrir…I want you so bad. I…I’ve never—…I’ve never—”
Fenrir suddenly buried his face in Harry’s neck and took a deep breath. He grumbled out a growl. “You’re in heat, pup.”
“Really?” Harry said breathlessly, unable to keep still as his body shivered. “Is that what this hot feeling is? Thi—this is my first—”
Fenrir cut him off with another hard kiss, one hand staying on his hip and the other, the one on his crotch, kneaded his cock through his pants. Harry clutched at Fenrir’s shirt and moaned into the man’s mouth. He was just beginning to thrust to the movement of Fenrir’s hand when someone clearing their throat stopped him. They both looked up to see Lance standing at the open door and Fenrir growled, shifting to cover Harry’s body with his own.
“What?”
“If you two are going to do what the whole pack is laughing about what you’re going to do, then I’m guessing that I’m watching the pack for the rest of the night.” Fenrir only growled and Lance rocked on his heels. “Alrighty then. I’m going to send them out on one last hunt for the supply before going to bed. Don’t keep everyone up all night.” With one wink at Harry, he left. Harry looked up at Fenrir expectantly, his teeth slightly bared.
“Calm down, pup.” He let Harry go and ambled over to the large bed, his hard erection making it hard to walk, and pushed off the pillows.
Grinning salaciously, Harry slipped past Fenrir and spread himself on the duvet, the dark green contrasting with his pale skin and making his eyes glow brightly. Fenrir growled at him and crawled atop Harry, pulling his own shirt off. Harry reached up and pulled Fenrir into another hard kiss. The man always tasted something spicy and smoky, much like his scent.
Fenrir rolled his hips down on Harry and the young wolf jerked at the hot electric shocks going through his body. Harry arched his back, pushing his pelvis into Fenrir’s, and let out a loud moan. Fenrir responded with a growl and released Harry’s mouth, moving down the raven’s body and leaving a hot trail of kisses on his way. Harry writhed, wanting more, and gently scratched at Fenrir’s back. The larger wolf rose up and quickly pulled off Harry’s trousers, lifting the teen’s legs and ducking between them.
Harry gasped at the sudden wetness at his hole, wriggling its way inside of him. He writhed at the unfamiliar, uncomfortable feeling until Fenrir hit a certain spot that made his eyes widen and his back arch at the exploding supernova of heat spreading through his body. He gasped and dug his fingers into Fenrir’s shoulders. Fenrir kept pushing at the spot, pushing and pushing, until Harry finally came, his mouth falling open in a silent moan and his vision filled with white light.
He fell back from his arch, panting hard, and opened his eyes to see Fenrir looking down at him with a proud snarl twisting his reddened lips. “What was that?”
“That, my pup, was your sweet spot; your prostate. Feels good, huh?” Harry nodded. “It had better. But we’re not done yet.” Harry was filled with confusion until something else began to fill him.
He blinked at the sudden intrusion, but tried to relax. He had no experience with sex, but expected something much bigger than his asshole pushing in the wrong direction than natural would hurt. He did know from experience that relaxing when something hurt lessened the pain. Fortunately, the pain suddenly disappeared with the return of the burning heat rushing through his body.
Fenrir pushed until he was in to the hilt, until Harry could barely breathe from the feeling of being so full. He forced himself to take a deep breath, letting it out a microsecond before Fenrir pulled out and rammed into him. He gasped, back arching and fingers scrambling at Fenrir’s back.
Two more thrusts and Harry’s erection was again at full mast. He moaned and writhed beneath Fenrir, who was relentless in his force. Heat coiled in Harry’s lower abdomen and he moaned again. Above him, Fenrir growled and began to thrust faster. Harry’s fingers dug into Fenrir’s back, body bowing upwards, as he came again. Fenrir also came, letting go with a roar as he curved his body over Harry’s, biting into the raven’s shoulder. He tensed as he knotted into the smaller man, body shaking with tension until slowly—hours later—his knot disappeared and they continued.
Again and again they went at it, all night, as Harry’s heat would allow no less. There was hardly time for a break in between; though Harry was sore and tired, he wanted more and more. Each time he came long and hard, arching his back at a near unnatural angle.
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Harry blinked away the last of the white spots blocking his vision and took a shuddering deep breath. Fenrir was on top of him, careful to balance his weight on his arms braced on either side of Harry’s head as to not crush his mate. Harry looked up and grinned at Fenrir.
“Told you I wouldn’t break. I’m made of tougher stuff.” Fenrir grunted and rolled over, pulling Harry into him and spooning the young wolf. Harry frowned and wriggled at the feeling of Fenrir still inside him. “Fenrir…don’t you think you should pull out?”
Fenrir growled and nipped his ear. “Nope. Now go to fuckin’ sleep.”
Harry huffed but did as he was told, closing his eyes. A smile graced his lips. He and Fenrir had sex, a lot of it. It was during his heat, so Fenrir wouldn’t have been able to resist either way, but Harry was still happy. Maybe he was pregnant. It would just make it all the better if he could give Fenrir pups only after their first time.
He felt Fenrir’s arms tighten around him unconsciously and he laid his arms on top of his mate’s. Fenrir was already asleep. He’d been much more gentle than Harry’s thought he’d be; maybe he was doing that for Harry’s sake. Harry frowned; he’d make sure that the next time they had sex he’d make Fenrir loose all control. It was only fair to his mate.
~oOo~
a/n: fuck you guyz, stop demanding this out of me…*pouty face*
Draco stifled a laugh as Remus’ face paled once again, only letting it out when the man stormed out of the room, grumbling and leaving him alone in the sitting room. It took the blonde but a moment to figure out what was taking Harry and Fenrir so long upstairs, only the smirk Lance was sporting as the Beta came downstairs alerting him to what could be possibly going on. Then he saw Remus pale and could not resist laughing. He was just glad that he didn’t have the super hearing the rest of the pack had.
Apparently, hearing sex was a lot more common to the wolves than believable. Fenrir was the only one who ever had a mate before—multiple in the Alpha’s case—and according to the pack, Fenrir was one horny son of a bitch. The sounds they more than likely could hear were something they were already used and therefore unaffected except for the occasional giggle.
Unfortunately, Lance had sent Michal with Emile and a reluctantly Bryanna to go hunt for the supply or whatever. Draco couldn’t figure out why they needed to hunt when it was simple to send Kreacher to go get groceries. Then he thought about it for a moment and realized that they were fucking wolves and if there was nothing wolves loved to do more, it was hunt for prey. Stocking up the supply was just a cover-up for them to go out and entertain themselves.
Draco, however, knew better ways Michal could be entertained. Not that much different from what Harry and Fenrir were up there doing. He noticed the looks Michal gave him, as they were the same ones he himself gave the man. But apparently the man was completely oblivious. He knew Michal was not an idiot in any sense—as if he, Draco Malfoy, would associate with anyone of such low intellect—but the man was unaware of anything unless it punched him in the face.
Though he was hesitant to admit it, Draco knew he was falling for Michal. And hard. It was impossible for him not to. Everything about Michal seemed to fit with him perfectly. The werewolf was quiet, but had a presence that was hard to ignore, a bit like Emile. Everyone valued his opinion, and he was unanimously the go-to guy when anyone needed advice. He was serious, and more often than not straight-faced, but could be as vulgar as Fenrir and had a sense of humor that was on par with the Twins. And it didn’t hurt that his slight accent was sexy as hell. The way he rolled the ‘r’, accompanied by his softer pronunciation of the sharper sounding ‘a’, in Draco’s name was enough to send the blonde to the moon.
The arms wrapping around him, a slightly stubbly cheek pressing into his smoother one, had Draco freezing up, hand straying towards his wand.
“No need for dat, Draco.” Michal’s smooth, dark voice reassured. Draco relaxed and leaned into Michal’s chest, a faint smell of blood reaching his nose, though he ignored it. “It is only me, no? You ‘ave no reason to fear me.”
“I know.” Draco looked up with a small smile tilting his lips. Michal rubbed their cheeks together. “Michal, you are going to give me a stubble rash.”
“And it will be zee most beautivul stubble rash in zee world.” The Russian purred into Draco’s ear, making the blonde flush. “See? Red looks so pretty on you.”
Draco smacked Michal’s arm, snorting. “Oh stop it, you big flirt.”
“Vee-lurt? Draco, what is dis you speak of?”
“A flirt?” Draco blinked in surprise. “Well…it is, um—.”
He was interrupted by Michal’s laugh. “I kid, Draco. I know what a vee—…a flirt is.”
The blonde’s cheeks heated once again. “You git. That is not funny at all. I find no humor in this. Stop laughing, Michal.” His last sentence was an uncharacteristic whine.
Michal tightened his arms around Draco’s waist. “I am sorry, my Dragon. But it was vunny, a little. I could not ‘elp it.”
But Draco crossed his arms and glared at the wall in front of him. “Yes, you could have. And no, it was not funny at all.”
“If I tell you someding, will you be willing to vorgive me, no?” Michal’s hesitant voice and Draco turned around, eyeing the man’s face tight with anticipation.
“It depends on what it is, Michal.”
The Russian huffed out a relieved sigh and grabbed Draco’s hands, those dark blue eyes looking into his grey ones. “Draco, last night, I spent majority of it meezerable. Do you know why?”
Draco shook his head slowly, unable to tear his eyes away from Michal’s strong stare. “No, I do not.” He whispered faintly.
“Because you were not dere with me.” He chuckled when Draco’s eyes widened. “Yes. I could not stop staring at zee Alphas without a sense of longing veeling me. Dey looked so happy, as Veenrir tried to teach ‘Arry to ‘unt. I wanted to do dat with someone—no, I wanted to do dat with you, Draco. I want you by my side as ‘Arry is beside Veenir. As my mate. As my woolv.”
“You…” To say the least, Draco was lost for words. Michal looked at him imploringly, face sincere and full of love.
Honestly, Draco didn’t know what to say. He only knew Michal for a month, but he could not deny his feelings for the man. And finally hearing Michal practically confess his own feelings filled Draco with such happiness. It was just so perfect.
Too perfect.
He learned the hard way from Harry that whenever something so good happened, something equally bad would follow soon after. It was how Harry fell for that stupid trap Voldemort set up.
“Draco?”
Said blonde looked up to find Michal looking at him with his dark brows drawn. Michal bit his lip and began to pull away. Obviously, he was expecting a rejection. Panicking, Draco grabbed the Russian’s face between his palms and kissed him hard. He only pulled away when his chest began to hurt from lack of air and his head felt dizzy.
“Yes.” He said breathlessly, laughing a little. “Fuck, of course I will be your mate, Michal, why the hell would I not?”
Michal’s eyes lit up and he wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist, picking up the blonde and spinning him around. “Yes, yes, yes. O, kak ya lyublyu tebya, moy prekrasnyy Drakona. Moya lyubov'. Moya zhizn'. Vozdukh, chtoby dyshat', krov' v moikh zhilakh, serdtse u menya v grudi. Byt' shakhty, vo veki vekov, moy Drakon.”
Draco’s eyes widened. “What does all that mean, Michal?”
The Russian grinned and leaned forward until his lips brushed Draco’s ear. “Oh, how I love you, my beautiful Dragon. My love. My life. The air I breathe, the blood in my veins, the heart in my chest. Be mine, forever and ever, my Dragon.”
~oOo~
When Harry went downstairs the next morning—Fenrir was so deeply asleep that his arm was a bit looser than usual and Harry had been able to wriggle out—he could tell something was different.
No, it was not the fact he had lost his virginity. No, it was not the fact that his lower back was killing him. Nor was it the smirks the more childish ones in the pack—including the Twins, who must’ve been informed—were giving him. Or the vicious glares a pissed Bryanna continued to send him. Or the way Remus purposely wouldn’t look at him. No, it in fact had nothing to do with his and Fenrir’s copulation the night prior. He actually couldn’t pinpoint what it was until his gaze landed on Draco and Michal.
Before his mind had even processed what had changed, he was already across the room and pulling Draco into a hug. The others didn’t know what the hell was going on, looking at the two curiously. Harry—after his mind had pieced itself back together—assumed it had something to do with his role as the Alpha Bitch. Maybe he could sense things like that. He pulled away and gave Draco a large grin.
“Congratulations, Draco. I was wondering when you two would get around to confessing to each other.”
Draco flushed as surprised exclamations echoed in the kitchen. A ruefully grinning Michal alerted Harry that he had kind of just outed his friend and pack mate. He scratched the back of his head.
“Oops?”
“Damn right.” Draco glared. “We were waiting on you and Fenrir to come downstairs before we told everyone, thank you very much. How did you know, anyway?”
Harry shrugged. “I’m Harry Potter.”
“You can’t use that as an excuse for everything, you know.
Before Harry could respond, Seth brought up a subject that chilled him to the bone.
“Hey, Draco? Are you going to tell your dad? I mean, he hasn’t disowned you as of yet, right?”
A curious look came over Draco’s face. “Hmm, you’re right. Harry?” He noticed Harry’s ashen face.
The raven swallowed hard, balling his fists. “Draco, can we talk for a moment?”
“Okay.” The blonde’s brow furrowed as he followed Harry into the sitting room.
Harry collapsed into an armchair and dropped his head into his hands. Draco, concerned, went over to place a hand on Harry’s back. Only for Harry to flinch away from him.
“Harry? What is the matter?”
“Oh, Merlin. Draco…I should’ve told you this a long time ago…” Harry took a shuddering breath, his voice slightly muffled by his hands. “Lucius Malfoy is dead, Draco. That day when I woke up all sick before the pack came—I watched as Voldemort killed him. I was Voldemort. That’s why I was so sick; I could feel it…all of it.”
He looked up slowly when he received no response from Draco. The blonde had slowly back away from him, brow furrowed as he shook his head. Harry swallowed.
“Draco—.”
“No!” Harry flinched as Draco began to shout. “A month?! A whole fucking month you waited to tell me my fucking father is dead?! Who the hell does that? Why?! Why would you wait so long to tell me, Harry?! Did you think keeping it from me would be any better?!”
“No, Draco I—.” Harry sobbed, breath hitching.
“I don’t want to hear your bullshit! How could you do this to me?!” By now, tears were also streaming down Draco’s face, though his voice was still strong. “I trusted you! You betrayed my trust!”
“I know.” Harry cried. “I’m so sorry, Draco.”
Before Draco could respond, another voice interrupted. “What the hell is all this yellin’?”
Both teens looked over to find Fenrir standing in the doorway, eyes closed with one hand rubbing through his hair and the other buried in the front of his pajama bottoms. He wore no shirt, easily showing off the bites and scratch marks Harry left the night before. Well. Someone was awfully proud.
Harry swallowed and tried to look away before Fenrir noticed his tears, but the werewolf had a strong sense of smell. He could easily sniff out the salty tears coming out of Harry’s eyes and a low, warning growl rumbled out of his chest as he crossed the room and pulled his mate into his arms. A second later, the entire pack, plus the Twins, were in the room, looking around wildly on high alert. They were confused to find a teary Draco glaring at Harry and the equally teary raven trembling in Fenrir’s arms.
“Fenrir?” Lance looked between the two teens. “What happened?”
“I dunno. But my Pup is crying.” He leveled a glare at Draco. “I assume he did something.”
Draco was unfazed by the look. “Did you know too? About my father?”
Fenrir’s eyes narrowed as he nodded slowly. “I pulled it out of Harry a few days after he had the vision. Why?”
“So you too? How could you?” Draco’s voice was heartbroken, but angry. “After what I did for you. What I sacrificed—.”
“Sacrificed?” Fenrir snorted, arms tightening as Harry whimpered lightly. “What did you sacrifice, Draco? A mother who never gave two shits about you, no matter how much you loved her, and a father who wanted to sell you off to a madman to gain his favor. Tell me, what sacrifice do you speak of?”
“They were my parents! I have a right to know immediately if either one of them were killed!”
“Get out of your fuckin’ ass, Draco!” Fenrir roared. “If anything, you should be dancing in joy that your shitty father is dead! And fuck your rights! Did you even think about how Harry feels about all this?! No, because you are so fuckin’ full of yourself. He woke up violently sick after that vision, Draco, do you really think he was keeping it to himself to hurt you?! Did you ever think he was keeping it to himself because he knew you would react exactly like this?! Or how about the fucking guilt that has been eating away at him and leaving him restless at night sometimes because he was keeping it from you?! Or maybe because he wanted you to be happy, to not have your fucking father’s death over your head?! Did you think of any of this?! No, because you’re so fucking conceited and egotistic that you probably don’t even care about how anyone else feels!” Fenrir sneered. “Like father, like son, I guess. Lucius Malfoy lost the most important person to him because he was so full of himself. I suggest you don’t do the same. Michal only tolerates so much, no matter how much he cares. Russians have a strong temper.”
And with that, Fenrir picked up Harry bridal style—making sure the raven’s face was tucked into his chest so that no one else saw it—and carried him from the shocked silent room. His arms tightened as Harry shivered lightly.
“Harry?” He rumbled softly as they entered their shared bedroom.
“Yes?” The raven’s voice was small and broken.
Fenrir sighed. “Fucking bastard blondie. Harry, Draco can go fuck off. You did nothing wrong.”
Harry’s eye filled with tears again. Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say. “But I did. I always do, dammit. I always fuck up everything. I’m cursed. I always hurt those close to me. Draco, my parents, all my friends, the Weasleys, Dumbledore…”
“Harry…” Fenrir sighed, cupping Harry’s face in his rough palms. He wasn’t any good at this comforting crap. “You have to stop blamin’ yourself. Everything happens for a reason. Tell me, if you hadn’t fallen for that trap, would we have ever met?”
“No.” The raven whispered.
“And would I have ever turned you into a wolf?”
“No.”
“And would we have ever become mates?”
“No…” Harry sniffed. “But Fen…”
“Shh.” Fenrir pulled him into a hug. “Listen, whatever the fuck is up with Draco, he will get over it. He cares about you just as much as you care about him, okay? Let him calm down, blow off some steam. He’ll forgive you, don’t worry about it.”
Harry sighed softly in relief, his eyelids growing heavy as emotional exhaustion crept up on him. “Okay, Fen, if you say so.”
“Yeah, I do say so. Now go to sleep. I’ll handle the pack.”
“No.” Harry gripped his shirt. “Stay with me, please.”
Fenrir growled low, but crept into the bed beside his mate. The raven sighed happily, giving the man a sleepy smile, and that was all it took for Fenrir to give in completely. He relaxed into the bed and pulled Harry close. The teen nuzzled his face into Fenrir’s neck.
“Love you, Fen.” He mumbled before falling off to sleep, completely missing Fenrir look of shock and wonder.
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