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Sleeping Dogs II	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 30425 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
Author's Notes: So I'm going heavy with the warnings because I don't know exactly everything that's going to be in this fic, but likely a lot of nasty sex—and very much bestiality, levels on non-consensual rough sex, and pack bitch Harry. You have been warned, with even better warnings on the first of Sleeping Dogs.
I've outlined Sleeping Dogs II to be more like an interlocking collection of short, raunchy adventures. Sleeping Dogs III goes into a rather elaborate, sexy werewolf plot and feels like one big fic. So yes, this will be updated periodically—thinking once every 1-2 weeks when I find time between the other fics I'm finishing up. Very much a guilty pleasure when I just want to write some nasty porn, with a hint of plot. ^^
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

CH1—Draco Joins A Werewolf Pack

Although Draco had agreed to join Harry in Remus's pack, it still took a while for the white wolf to finally approach Remus and tell him in person. It was even longer before Draco could actually join—something he both was grateful for and despised. Yes, he wanted to be Harry's mate. No, he didn't want the excruciating bite and ass reaming that went along with it. His dread only grew as he waited for the full moon and Sirius to return after winter break. Draco understood werewolves, and he knew Remus. The fucker would make sure it hurt.
It didn't help that Remus couldn't stand Draco, even now. Sure, the werewolf had stopped blaming Draco for every dark mood Harry had. And Remus actually seemed grateful that Draco was able to tire the usually inexhaustible slut out so that the alpha could finally rest when around him pack bitch. But it didn't mean Draco and Remus were friends. Draco barely respected the man as a professor, and Remus—well, Remus had been extremely clear about what he thought of prissy white wolves.
“Relax, Wolfie,” Harry murmured into Draco's ear, trying to soothe the boy's nerves. Draco's eyes were gray steel, jaw tense and breathing strained. “It's just one time, I promise. And I'm going to help you feel so good.” Harry ran his tongue around the curl of Draco's ear, his breath brushing against the boy's long silky blond strands of hair.
Draco did his best not to growl. It wasn't Harry's fault he was in this situation. Not really. But he was mostly doing it for the sexy prat, and Draco was currently trying not to regret his decision. They were standing outside the underground door to the Shrieking Shack. Draco could smell both Remus and Black on the other side. He also smelled the musk of fresh sex, and his stomach churned unpleasantly.
“Damn it, I don't want to be chained,” Draco growled, refusing to open the door. “Werewolves, Harry. They're fucking terrifying, evil beasts. What if he decides to turn me?”
“He's not going to turn you,” Harry said evenly, tracing his hand over Draco's jaw. “He's doesn't like to turn people, remember? Remus never turned me, and he never turned Siri, and they've been together forever. He's never turned anyone. You don't ever have to worry about that.”
Draco pursed his lips, trying to calm his racing heart. “And other werewolves? Once they catch his scent of magic on me, they're going to want to challenge me. They're going to come after me, just because I'm in your pack.”
Harry bit his lip, shrugging uncomfortably. “I don't know how to break it to you, Draco. You are one pretty, noble looking wolf. If any werewolf saw you, they'd run you down just for that. At least with Remus you'll have some alignment and some protection.”
Draco groaned internally, looking away from Harry's glowing green eyes. He knew it all too well. It seemed like the bloody werewolves were suddenly everywhere and no place was safe. Moments like this he wished he wasn't an animagus. But Draco couldn't take back the joy it felt to be a wolf. And he didn't want to take back the love he felt when being with the messy haired teen beside him.
“You don't have to do it, Draco. I don't want you to hate me over this.” Harry grabbed both of Draco's hands, threading their fingers together. “We can go back and never talk about it again.”
Draco took a deep breath, turning back, eyes raking over Harry's lovely face and sincere expression. “I'm not letting you go that easy, Potter. It's just a fucking initiation. After I'm done with him, you're going to be my mate and that's all that matters.”
Harry beamed, stepping forward and rubbing his body against Draco's. “You can't even understand how much I'm looking forward to it,” he whispered seductively, nuzzling into Draco's neck and licking slowly.
“Oh, I have a fair idea,” Draco said back, rocking his hips to press against Harry's already hard length. “You reek of need, you slut. You're fucking begging for it already.”
Harry groaned, yanking Draco's hips and crashing them with his. His tongue trembled against the taller boy's jaw, teeth nipping lightly. “It'll be quick and then you'll make me yours. Right?”
“Right,” Draco agreed, aware when Harry pushed the door open, but not giving it his full attention. Instead he let Harry slowly walk him backwards, tongue, teeth and hands working together to help keep Draco from becoming overwhelmed with the fear still bubbling inside him.
Sirius was standing in the doorway to the living room, talking to Remus who was sitting on a dilapidated couch when Draco finally raised his head to see where he was. Both men turned vulture like glares his way and Draco froze, blanching.
“So the prissy thing decided to show after all,” Sirius taunted, running a hand through his dark, shiny locks while looking him over. Draco's cousin had cleaned up since settling in with the werewolf and Harry, less feral than when Draco first remembered. His eyes were still a wild blue in his handsome face, and he seemed to have a permanent dark shadow on his jaw, but he was at least washed and in moderately fresh black attire. It didn't mean he wasn't still an ass and Draco did not trust the smile Black was sending him.
“Be nice, Siri,” Harry admonished, kissing the hollow of Draco's throat and refusing to step away. A part of Draco wished he would, everything suddenly feeling suffocating, including his beautiful boyfriend. But if Harry stepped away than Draco would be completely exposed to the golden gaze of Remus Lupin, and that seemed more dangerous at the moment.
“Shit, Malfoy, will you fucking relax?” Remus muttered, glaring at him, his jaw tight. The werewolf nearly disappeared in the disheveled couch, his clothing ruffled and sandy blond hair messy. He might have been a tousled chameleon, except his shirt was off revealing large muscles flexed hard, scars white over his golden skin. His eyebrows were heavy as he glared from his predatory face set with sharp cheekbones and straight nose, full lips peeking fangs around his glower. He seemed less pleased to have to go through with this than Draco, and Draco took small comfort in the knowledge that at least Remus would be just as miserable.
“Come on, everyone just calm down,” Harry pleaded, moving his hands up and down Draco's arms in what he hoped was a comforting manner.
“I'm calm,” Remus snapped, not sounding calm at all. Sirius snorted, crossing the room to stand over him and block the man's view of Draco.
“Remember, this is for the pup. To keep him happy.” Sirius knelt in front of his lover, hands resting on Remus's tense thighs. “We like it when Harry is happy, right?”
Remus grunted, refusing to answer. But at least he had stopped glaring at Draco, so it was a start.
They had waited till after the full moon, when Remus would be less aggressive, and Sirius would be around to help curb his gruff mate. Still, between Harry and Sirius, it looked like they had their work cut out for them. Remus was far less interested in this than previously thought, and Harry suspected the wolf and werewolf both just had too much hostility towards the opposite species to make anything about it easy.
Harry turned to Draco, grinning in a way that immediately had the wolf suspicious. He wasn't sure why he should be suspicious. Harry was about to have Draco on his knees for his bastard alpha—there really wasn't much further to fall. But Draco's stomach tripped uneasily when Harry let out a mildly deranged chuckle.
“Come on, Wolfie. Fucking touch me already.” Harry grabbed the hem of his ridiculously over-sized shirt and pulled it over his head. Draco really needed to get the boy a wardrobe if Harry was going to be seen with him. Staring down at the slender boy, warm olive toned flesh, flushed dusky nipples and blossoming muscles, Draco found his focus momentarily derailed.
“I'm going to help you,” Harry said gently, his smile downright impish. “And you're going to be very glad for my help. I promise. But you have to trust me. Do you think you can trust me, Draco?”
Draco was pretty sure he was walking into a trap. Once again, he could not imagine how things could get worse. But Harry had a knack for causing trouble—considering how Draco was even there to begin with.
“Oh, Wolfie, don't be that way,” Harry whined lowly when Draco continued to stare at him with anything but trust in his silver glare. “You're going to like it.”
“I said I'd do it. I never said I'd like it,” Draco grumbled.
Harry's grin grew, slipping his fingers into Draco's waistband and turning him so his back was to the couch and watching men. “You're going to like it.” He pressed up against Draco, stepping on tiptoes to kiss his lips.
Draco resisted a moment out of sheer stubbornness, but when Harry started to sway, legs growing tired, he relented, pulling the boy close and dipping his head to kiss him properly. Harry moaned softly, mouth eagerly opening to Draco's probing tongue. Draco paused as his tongue lapped slowly over Harry's. The boy tasted odd... sweet... tingly...
Harry threw his arms around Draco's neck, kissing him hard, rubbing their tongues together in what Draco was starting to suspect was more than passionate intent. Draco tried to break away, groaning as fire raced over his skin and he began to feel dizzy. Harry let him go after another lingering kiss, pulling back, face flushed and deranged grin firmly in place.
“What do you think?” Harry asked, knowing Draco had caught him.
“I think... you fucking drugged me...” Draco said unsteadily, confusion and annoyance battling on his face. His limbs felt heavy, his motions slow and wrong.
“Just a little. Just enough so you stop being so scared.” Harry kissed him again, and then began kissing down Draco's neck, sucking and nipping small marks on his pale flesh. Draco wanted to be very upset but he was having difficulty focusing. Harry's fingers were tearing at his belt, and he felt feverish and hard.
“Oh god...” Draco groaned, head falling back as another wave of red heat rushed over his skin. His knees felt weak and he was pretty certain he was going to fall backwards. But suddenly strong hands were holding him up, a warm, hard body pressing up behind him and holding him steady. Draco blinked his eyes open slowly, Sirius grinning wickedly down at him. “Black,” Draco whispered hoarsely, trying to figure out what the hell the man was doing.
“Wolf,” Sirius greeted back teasingly, fingers brushing down the side of Draco's neck and then falling to the top button of his shirt. “That particular potion doesn't work on werewolves, unfortunately. But I think if we get you covered in enough of our scent, Remi isn't going to be quite so resistant to welcoming you. So what do you think? Will it work?”
Draco wasn't sure exactly what Sirius was saying, his mouth seeming to move far slower than the words coming out. Draco licked his dry lips, Sirius following the movement with his startling blue eyes. Draco shivered, gaze flicking forward to find his shirt was being pulled off him. He met Harry's interested look, the boy smiling particularly cheeky as he leaned forward and licked Draco's lips.
“You're going to like this, Draco. I promised, and I would never break a promise.” Harry was stunning, looking almost otherworldly as he moved down Draco's body, pulling his shoes off while kneeling. And then Draco's pants were falling off, the brunette quick to steal those away and leaving him naked.
“I'm going to stretch you,” Sirius murmured into Draco's ear, hot tongue slipping out to lick up the side of his neck. “Remus is just a little too grumpy right now to be trusted... As for me... Well, when you're not talking, you're not half bad,” Sirius confessed with a smirk, hands roughly moving down Draco's bare sides. He dug his fingers in, dragging down, pulling a loud moan from Draco as his overly sensitive body jolted.
“You are a pretty thing. Slender... Mmm, and so bright... I can see what the mutt likes in you...” A hand was suddenly wrapped around Draco's cock, grasping firmly. Draco gasped, hips thrusting forward but to no avail. Sirius was holding him still, his grip unyielding.
“Hold him like that a sec,” Harry requested, back on his knees, tongue lapping out to taste the head of Draco's trapped erection. Draco cried out, Harry's mouth wet and hot as he sought out his precum, Sirius's thumb helping to milk more free for Harry to taste. “God, he looks amazing... All stretched out... Wolfie when you relax you are so beautiful.” Harry opened wider, welcoming Draco in and spreading his saliva all over his flushed tip with his tongue.
“Turn him,” Remus growled from behind.
Harry pulled away, standing and staring at Draco's panting face. But it was to Remus he spoke. “Are you going to be nice? Watch and see how pretty he is? Remember why it's going to be good to have him around?”
Remus didn't answer for a moment and then he huffed, grunting a sharp, “Yes.”
Sirius easily lifted and turned Draco, smiling over the boy's head as his lover came into view. Remus was still glaring, but less anger than before. His golden eyes moved over Draco heatedly but he made no move to get up. “What do you think, Remi? He's all cream and strawberries.” He plucked one of Draco's pink nipples, twisting the bud sore and pulling a loud groan from the boy.
Remus narrowed his eyes but didn't say anything. Yes, Draco's skin was remarkably pale, every touch leaving a faint pink color that faded soon enough. But he was a damn pain in the ass wolf, and Remus did not like prissy wolves. The white wolf was particularly prissy, so immaculate and pure it was nearly drab. “Dirty him up, and we'll see,” Remus finally said, not certain if that would even be enough for him to concede to biting such a prim thing.
Sirius met Harry's gaze, raising his brow. “Told you.”
Harry shrugged unconcernedly. He had come prepared, knowing as well as Sirius just how stubborn Remus could be. “Draco, love, don't be afraid. I promise, it will feel amazing.”
Sluggish and slow blinking, Draco watched Harry pull out a thin blade from the back pocket of his jeans. It glinted warm in the yellow light of the shack, reflecting the surrounding wallpaper as Harry drew it across his pale arm. Scarlet bloomed, dribbling up from the shallow cut, Draco shuddering as pain and then pleasure sparked through him.
“That's it, Wolfie,” Harry murmured approvingly, slipping his fingers through the red and raising them to Draco's lips. He painted Draco's mouth, and then drew the slick down over his sharp chin and long throat. Draco gave a shattered moan, head tilting back, the touch hot and dizzying and making him ache.
Sirius growled lowly, grasping Draco's jaw and turning his face to the side so he could see better. Eyes raking over him, Sirius suddenly pressed forward, kissing the boy, tongue stealing the tang of blood from his lips and then sharing it with Draco. Swaying in the hold, Draco opened when Sirius's hand tighten, his jaw forced wider, mouth plundered relentlessly by the taller man. The angle was wrong, hot juices dripping past his lips, streaking his already red chin with clear saliva.
Draco became aware of Harry again, a sharp line suddenly slashed across his chest. He cried out, Sirius swallowing the noise down, holding him still when his hips rocked and sought pressure. There was something hot and hard pressing against Draco's ass, rubbing against his left cheek and grinding. Draco wanted to ask if Black was going to fuck him first, having never agreed to that, but his mouth wasn't working, and Sirius kept stealing his noises anyways.
“You're so fucking hot, Draco,” Harry said, drawing another shallow line down Draco's stomach, watching his muscles flex and cock twitch. “I know you're very much against this, but I have been dying to see you fucked. I just know if you give up some of that crazy control you are going to be even more beautiful.”
“Is that what you want, pup?” Remus asked, pulling Harry back into his embrace, the boy smirking up at him. “You're pretty wolf gasping and begging for cock?”
Harry nodded, wiggling back against Remus's erection and warm skin, letting the man run his large hands over his bare stomach and chest. “He'll look good, Remi. Fucking good. I know he'll like it if he just tries it.”
Remus turned his gaze back to Draco, the boy's flesh even more startling white against Sirius's black clothes. Red lines and dripping scarlet flowed over his body, artistic more than anything. Even in this the damn wolf was pretty, his cheeks flushed pink against his white blond hair, lips extra red with the stain of blood while Sirius continued to drink the boy's mouth down.
“Siri, you heard the mutt. Let the wolf have a taste so the pup can see.”
Harry gave an excited gasp at Remus's order, eyes jumping to Draco's face to see how he'd feel. It took a moment, Draco's reactions slowed by the lust potion Harry had spiked the boy with. Harry watched, teeth raking over his bottom lip, when Draco suddenly pulled from Sirius's demanding kisses to moan, a great shudder going through the beautiful boy as he arched back.
“Oh fuck, he wants it,” Harry whispered, grabbing Remus's arm for support, riveted on Draco. “Start gentle. He hasn't tried it yet.”
Harry had hoped to convince Draco over the last weeks, knowing easing into the experience would be best. But Draco just couldn't relax enough, even when it was just the two of them. Harry was grateful Sirius had known of the potion, because he wasn't sure Draco would have ever been able to relax on his own. Remus was brutal even with the ones he cared about—There was no way Draco would have been able to enjoy when tensed and fighting every moment.
Sirius kicked Draco's long legs apart, wrapping an arm around the boy's heaving chest to hold him steady and upright. “Don't be afraid to make some noise, Wolf. I always enjoy hearing my praises.” Nuzzling into the side of Draco's neck, Sirius spelled the boy's entrance with lube, quickly followed with a thick finger, going slow for Harry's benefit more than the boy writhing in his arms.
“Holy—oh hell... hell...” Draco moaned, head falling back to land on Sirius's shoulder, mouth gasping wide, silver eyes mere slits beneath his white eyelashes. “God, that's... oh... god...”
“Mmm... I had a feeling you were just repressed, you prissy little thing,” Sirius said with a rasp, rubbing his jaw along Draco's cheek as he worked his finger in and out of the shaking boy. “But we're going to fix that. Can't be one of us and have a stick up your arse... Well, unless we shoved it up there to begin with,” he grunted, Draco's hips bucking, pushing back on his hand.
“Another one, Siri,” Harry demanded, watching Draco's eyes widen and then flutter shut at the words.
Smirking at Harry's rapt expression, Sirius thrust two fingers deep into Draco, the pale boy crying out, body jerking and knees giving out all at once. “Oh, you like that, do you?” Sirius readjusted his hold to keep Draco from falling, pulling the moaning boy further back on his body to help support him.
Remus gave a low growl as Draco's sweat soaked form was stretched taller, cock bobbing with every rough thrust of fingers plunging inside his virgin hole. Harry grinned, pressing back into his alpha's lap, glad to see the man finally getting into it. “Remi, he's so hard.”
“Yes,” Remus agreed, chin resting on the top of Harry's head.
“Tight,” Sirius muttered, a light flush having risen to his cheeks. Draco's slick passage kept clenching, holding him hard, and Sirius couldn't help but wonder just how snug he would feel for his cock, not just fingers.
“Oh god... need it...” Draco moaned, legs twisting beneath him, toes curling and flexing. “So hot... so fucking... thick...”
“Shit,” Sirius swore heatedly, removing his fingers and quickly pushing Draco down onto his knees. He tore at his belt, one hand holding Draco around the waist so that the boy wouldn't fall over in his drugged state.
“Wait Siri,” Harry broke in, eyes wide and pleading. “Three first... Please? I want to see him ride three.”
Remus growled in agreement, hands running over Harry's waist and digging fingers in tightly. “Three. Then fuck him.”
Sirius hissed out a long breath but nodded. Pulling Draco back against him, he licked up the boy's throat, Draco's head lolling to the side and resting while he panted dazedly. “Hang on, pretty wolf. I'm going to fuck you so hard you're never going to remember what it was like to not be full.” He lined three fingers up with Draco's hole, pushing in and feeling the boy's hot flesh open to him and tremble.
“That's it... fuck, you sexy thing... God, should have fucking drugged you ages ago...” Draco just gaped, body jerking, loud, broken sounds falling from his lips at each plunge of thick fingers. “Could have played with you... Had you under my favorite tree... Fucking tight, white wolf...”
Harry bit the side of his hand, trying to muffle his own moans so he wouldn't miss Draco's. The boy was almost completely undone, arms clawing mindlessly above him at Sirius's hair, back arched and hips rocking with the motion of the man's pumps. Harry wanted to suck Draco so badly in that moment, the boy's long dick flushed red as it swayed invitingly. But it would be better if Draco came with Sirius deep inside, the boy really getting a taste for what a good fuck would be like.
“Siri, take him,” Remus ordered, his voice a deep growl of desire. He pulled Harry back against him and ground his hard length into his ass.
Harry whimpered, not sure if he wanted to pull his pants down and be filled, or give his complete attention to Draco's predicament. He compromised, pressing a palm into his erection through his jeans while watching. “Be slow with him,” Harry added, “So he feels it all.”
Sirius didn't care how he fucked Draco, just so long as could finally fuck the slender boy. He ran his wide palm over Draco's trembling stomach and chest, blood collecting and streaking wherever he touched. He then moved down, roughly grasping Draco's inner thigh and massaging the smooth flesh and tight muscle.
“You're going to open to me, wolf. On your knees, spread wide like the slut you are. I knew it the first fucking time I laid eyes on you, you pretty, prissy bitch,” Sirius rumbled into Draco's ear, the boy groaning in reply. He unzipped his pants, pushing the fabric and his underwear down his thighs brusquely. “You're going to like this, wolf. You're going to beg me not to stop.”
“Fuck, Siri, just do him!” Harry shouted, eyes hazy, cheeks flushed and body unbearably tight with lust. He wanted to see Draco fucked. Had dreamed of it too many times to be able to wait any longer. And that his beautiful boyfriend was already responding so well, Harry's anticipation to see the rest was only growing beyond endurable.
Harry's demand made the two men chuckle, Sirius wrenched Draco's slender hips back, positioning himself. He pressed his dripping cock against the boy's hole, hissing quietly as he relished the sensation of the hot flesh. Body bowed forward, chin dripping sweat and saliva, Draco pushed back, opening to the head of Sirius's straining dick.
“You fucking slut,” Sirius groaned disbelieving. If the boy hadn't been so responsive since Harry had drugged him, Sirius would not have believed that this was the same prissy, tight-assed Draco Malfoy. Not to say the boy wasn't fucking tight. He was, hot and tight and clenching as he moaned wantonly and pushed back on Sirius's thickness and drove it deeper inside.
“Oh fuck, Wolfie... God, look at you,” Harry murmured, breath coming out in harsh pants as he watched Draco rock onto Sirius. His love's face was the epitome of deprivation, eyebrows furrowed, mouth gasping aching, broken cries, sweat soaking his shoulder length locks and dripping down to glisten on his body.
Sirius held back as long as he could, knowing Harry was loving how Draco was taking what he wanted—because it admitted that the boy wanted it as much as Harry had known he would. The pup had a sixth sense when it came to sex and Harry had been aching, but too shy to push the issue with Draco. Sirius had no problem forcing many a hard issue from the bloody noble, haughty wolf, wrenching Draco's face back so he could watch his aristocratic features twist in absolute, agonizing want.
“Harry, help dirty him up,” Remus growled into Harry's ear, his hands moving down to tear at the boy's fly and pull his jeans down. Harry scrambled unsteadily to his feet, Remus holding him up while he kicked off his jeans and underwear. Draco was watching him, eyes hazy and not fully aware.
Harry wanted to go to him, but Remus was holding him back, a rough hand sliding between Harry's slender thighs and caressing his balls. “Cover him in that slutty scent of yours, pup.” Remus pinched the thin skin leading to Harry's anus, the boy gasping and pushing back into his hand.
Sirius gave a soft hiss, pulling the pale boy back onto him, sheathing in fully and grinding deep. “Fucking tight, you pretty vicious thing. Fucking mine...”
Pulling away from Remus, Harry ran his hands over Draco's gasping face, fingers dipping into the boy's pink mouth, finding his tongue, spilling his saliva. “Draco, you want to suck me? You look so good when sucking me. You like to make me feel so good, and now we get to make you feel good too.”
Draco could not answer beyond mumbled nonsense. He did not resist when Harry pushed his head down further, Draco bracing himself on his arms when the slight boy knelt before him. Draco moaned loudly, Sirius's cock suddenly pulling out and thrusting deep.
“Oh wow, you're beautiful,” Harry said breathlessly, Draco's body jerking, trying to ride the thickness impaling him. But Sirius was holding him tight, keeping the blond from moving his hips. Hands shaking slightly, Harry tightened his fingers in Draco's silky hair and pulled the boy's gasping lips further down until they were spreading around his achingly hard prick. “Yes...”
Draco opened to Harry's cock eagerly, tongue moving in sluggish, hungry laps over the underside. He opened his mouth even wider, urging Harry deeper, to thrust in all the way. “Fuck, Wolfie, you want to be filled, don't you? Every hole, so full... dripping wet.”
Sirius grunted at Harry's words, thrusting suddenly into Draco again. The pale boy's nose jarred into Harry's dusting of pubic hair, clear fluid gushing from his moaning mouth around Harry's cock.
Harry knew he wasn't going to last long. Draco was just so fucking gorgeous, face and neck red, lips swollen, and eyes begging for relief. He pumped shallowly into his lover's hot mouth, fighting to keep his eyes open to watch Draco's face with each thrust. Drugging Draco had definitely been the right decision. Anything that made the boy look like this was the right decision.
Feeling his orgasm building and about to crash over him, Harry pulled out from Draco's perfect lips, jerking his hand a few times over his slick length. Draco gave a groan in anticipation, lashes fluttering shut, head tilting up to meet Harry's cum when it rained down on his face. Harry gaped silent, small gasps of choked noises escaping him. Draco never let him cum on his face, yet here the beautiful boy was, pressing forward into Harry's cock and trying to get more.
Shuddering, his breathing nothing more than desperate pulls for air, Harry rubbed his palm into the white slick on Draco's face, streaking it down the boy's jaw and neck to mingle with all the many other fluids already there. “I think you're almost dirty enough,” Harry whispered, watching as Draco blinked dazedly back at him.
“Almost,” Sirius agreed hoarsely, bending over Draco now that Harry was through. He ran his hands possessively over the blond's tingling skin, tweaking his nipples, wrenching his flesh, squeezing his shaking thighs. Remus pulled Harry back into his embrace, breath exhaling noisily in the boy's ear while he watched Sirius torment Draco closer and closer to ecstasy.
“Listen to him,” Remus mussed, tongue licking up over Harry's ear. “That is how a fucking filthy wolf howls.”
Draco was howling, beautiful, desperate cries and moans as Sirius began to fuck him in slow, earnest thrusts. Harry had never known Sirius to be so restrained, and he had a feeling it was only because Harry had pleaded so nicely, on his knees only hours before. Sirius pushed Draco's chest down to the ground, pinning the boy's head beneath his heavy hand. Draco spread his pale thighs wider, fingers flexing uselessly on the floor while he groaned.
Sirius's control was slipping, the hand on Draco's hip tensing, knuckles going white as he rammed into the tight boy. Harry whined low in his throat, his entire body throbbing with every hard thrust Draco took. “Oh god... he's almost...” Draco was arching on the floor, squirming as he pushed back onto Sirius's cock, urging it to jet deep inside.
Sirius snarled, snapping his hips forward a final time and forcing all his weight onto Draco's hips, slamming the boy down into the hard floor as he filled his clenching passage with hot spurts of cum. He quickly snaked his hand around the boy's hips, grabbing onto Draco's erection and pumping it hard, forcing the boy to clutch even tighter around his cock before the pale boy spilled his seed all over the dusty floor.
Harry wanted to get up and go to Draco, kiss his flushed face and still moaning mouth. The boy was beautiful—absolutely overcome with his desire. Apparently Remus agreed, the man standing behind Harry and settling the dark haired boy on the couch to watch. Remus stooped to kiss Sirius, plundering his lover's mouth with hard, hungry movements.
Watching him, Harry's anxiety slipped away. Remus was ready. He wasn't going to deny Draco from the pack now that he had seen how raw and uninhibited the wolf could be with a little help. That was, if he would stop pawing at Sirius first.
Sirius did not resist when Remus pushed him back to the ground and stripped the tall, strong man of his black shirt with a rough pull. “Did you like him, Siri? All delicious strawberries and cream?”
Groaning weakly, Sirius grasped Remus's thick biceps, eyes widening when his werewolf love straddled his hips and fixed him with a heated glare. “Remi, Harry asked me to—”
Remus growled, pulling Sirius shiny black hair back with a sharp twist. He dipped his head, nipping at the man's neck, coarse bristle prickling his lips. “Did you like him?” He demanded with a low snarl.
“Y-yes,” Sirius admitted hesitantly, going limp in Remus's hold. “He was very tight.”
Growling louder, Remus slammed Sirius's shoulder's flat against the floor. Sirius didn't move except to lick his lips, eyes warily trained on Remus's gold glare as the man bent down and scraped his teeth over Sirius's throat again. “Good,” Remus murmured huskily, tongue flicking out to sooth the bites he had just inflicted away. “You looked as though you liked him. Very much... You looked very fucking nice, Black.”
Sirius relaxed fully into Remus's touch, head falling back heavily. Remus finished pulling Sirius's pants down his legs, throwing the man's boots aside.
“Remi! Claim Draco and then play with Siri!” Harry said with a huff. Remus snapped his head around, glaring over his shoulder. Harry narrowed his eyes back, hands on his hips. “If you get too tired the spell won't work.”
Remus rolled his eyes, annoyed that the pup was right. He gave Sirius an apologetic kiss, grinding the man's mouth against his as he bruised Sirius's head into the ground. “I'm not done with you, Black. You better be stretched and hard by the time I get back.” He gave a wrench to Sirius's hips, his lover hissing and jolting his hips up in reply.
Crouching, Remus turned and glared at the panting mess strewn out on the floor, pale, bleeding and covered in dust, cum and sweat. Still pretty after all that, the little git. Pretty, but no longer insufferably proud, and that was going to have to be good enough. “Malfoy, I'm going to make you mine. I know that you understand what that means, otherwise you would have never walked in that door tonight.”
He grabbed Draco by his hair, turning the boy so that his heavy lidded silver stare could be seen unobstructed. “You will be part of my pack. You will answer to me, and only me. Your parents are fucking nothing anymore, do you understand? No more playing around with that shit Dark Lord. You will submit and you will be loyal, or I will make sure you suffer.”
Draco's eyes were intent on Remus's mouth, but the werewolf could not be certain just how much the potion in his system was allowing information to get through to the boy. He looked over to Harry, the pup supplying the answer before he had to ask.
“He knows, Remi. He's scared, but he understands. Draco's parents are pretty fucked up.”
Remus was well aware, one of the big pros and cons to this whole agreement. Stealing Draco from Voldemort right from under Lucius's nose was very much a sweet victory. But there was always the fear that the wolf would turn, hurting Harry in the process. After Wormtail, Remus really couldn't trust anyone the same way.
“We will protect you from the Death Eaters, Malfoy. And you will grow a backbone and learn to protect Harry, as well.” He straightened, stepping out of his pants and toeing them aside along with his shoes. Kneeling, he hauled Draco up by his forearm, the boy gasping, eyes widening in what Remus could only hope was fear. Sweet, naïve little pup. Chasing after a wild mutt like Harry only to end up in the den of a pack of werewolves. Did the white thing really think he was going to survive this intact and as clean as he entered? Remus knew better.
Remus pulled Draco back against his body, holding the dazed boy up in his hard grip. He could hear the boy's heart, racing in fear, small puffs of breath exploding from his mouth as he shook. Remus's scent alone did it to the boy. Knowing that the werewolf was going to bite him next probably wasn't helping. He glanced up, Harry shimmying down onto the floor from the couch, hand outstretched to traced Draco's features gently.
“Stop being so syrupy, pup. It will be over in a moment,” Remus snapped, pulling Draco back so that Harry would not touch the boy. He ran his face down the side of the pale neck trembling before him, breathing deep, learning Draco's scent of flesh, honey and wolf. Remus began to salivate, the werewolf inside craving blood and sex, and the many screams that came along with those desires.
Harry sat back, biting his lip. He held Draco's gaze, knowing that even with the lust potion the boy was terrified. Wolves and werewolves just didn't mix. Hopefully that would change after the bite. “Only once, Wolfie. It's just this once,” he promised.
Remus suddenly wrenched Draco's head to the side, tearing his fangs into the boy's long throat. Draco howled in pain, hands coming up to try and claw away the arm holding his jerking body down. Remus was much stronger, clamping fingers into Draco's hip and pulling the boy onto his large cock with hard, sure movements. Draco's cry broke off, replaced with a silent gasp that eventually turned into a low, desperate whine of despair.
Remus was slavering, huge and brutal, and didn't know how to be any other way when the werewolf was controlling him. Harry watched, Draco's face full of divine pain as the boy was forced to open up to the claiming thrusts. Harry knew it hurt, remembered still how much it had hurt him when Remus bit him. But Draco was so beautiful, even like this when his body was taut in pain.
Remus looked like a complete savage as he mercilessly fucked the slender boy, blood pouring from his mouth and down Draco's body. Draco had found his voice again, yelping sobs of ache bursting free every time Remus slammed deep inside him. Power was rushing over the two of them in waves, cresting gold and black as the werewolf tied Draco to him.
Remus came with a roar, the spell crackling in completion over his skin, the pretty white wolf's presence being added to his own. He released his clamping jaws, lapping hard swipes over the quickly bruising wound. He did not pull out just yet, pressing forward in the tight, slick heat of Draco's channel, feeling every clench and shaping the boy on the inside as his own.
Draco was a whimpering, trembling mess, just hanging onto consciousness. “That's it, my little white pup... You did well... You're still awake and everything...” Grinning wickedly, Remus wrapped his fingers around Draco's half hard arousal, pumping it to full size and girth. Draco gasped, long legs kicking out, smearing dust and sweat over the bare wooden floorboards with his flexing feet.
Making a noise between a croon and a growl, Remus ground into Draco's ass, the boy a murmuring mess of pleas and exhausted pleasure. “Come for me, you amazingly brave thing. Come for your werewolf master.” Shuddering, head falling back and body curving tight, Draco did as he was ordered, his cum scalding over his stomach. Remus rumbled in approval, lapping up the other side of Draco's neck, hands moving over the heaving boy in soothing, possessive touches.
Seeing that Remus had finished and was in a much safer mood, Harry approached cautiously, kissing Draco's heated cheek until silver eyes blinked weakly at him. “The hard part is all over, Wolfie. Just relax and we're going to take care of you now.”
Draco opened his mouth to speak, but only a croaked moan escaped. Harry smiled sweetly, licking up Draco's face, pressing his flesh against him. Draco caught Sirius smirking down at him, the man quickly falling to his knees to lick the cooling seed off his trembling stomach. Draco let his eyes fall closed, completely exhausted, giving in to the sensation of tongues and palms moving over him in soothing, cleaning strokes.
He had survived. It had hurt but he had survived. He could mate with Harry finally. And now, Draco had protection from Fenrir Greyback, the terrible mountain of a werewolf that had started traipsing through Malfoy Manor over winter break as if he owned the place. Draco had deliberately failed to mention that particular problem to Lupin, and he wondered briefly if it would come back to bite him on the ass.
Then Draco stopped wondering anything at all, Remus's hot tongue swiping down between his cheeks as he lifted his hips, Harry trailing saliva over his nipples and Sirius delving laps between his thighs. His body was a trembling puddle of sex and relief, and Draco could not focus on anything else.
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