The Wolf\'s Lifemate

The Wolf’s Lifemate

Pairing: Remus Lupin/Harry Potter

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Slash (male/male relations), lemon (sex scenes)

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter or it’s characters- the lovely J. K. Rowling does. I’m just borrowing them to write my dirty scenes. *g*

9-18-03 edit: new author\'s note on the bottom of the page. :) (and fixing a typo)

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Harry couldn’t sleep. It was the fourth night of being at Grimmauld Place, and the nightmares just wouldn’t stop. He wasn’t sure if they’d ever end, but he was desperate to try anything just so he could get some sleep.

The raven-haired, seventeen-year-old crept into a dimly lit room. This very room belonged to a beloved old friend, Remus Lupin. The older man was showing signs of transformation; it was very close to the full moon, and a goblet of smoking Wolfsbane was sitting on the nightstand next to the bed. It was the only potion in the place, and Snape wasn’t to arrive for another couple of days with more of the stuff.

Remus Lupin was feeling the effects of the moon, as it slowly got closer to becoming full. His animal instincts were being kicked into high gear- his sense of smell, sight, and hearing were all becoming acute, which was why he heard Harry walk in way before Harry ever set foot inside his room. He could hear Harry’s breath coming in short pants, could hear Harry’s heartbeat going a mile a minute, and he could smell his slightly damp skin.

“Go away.” Lupin said as nicely as he could.

Harry just barely set his foot inside the room when he heard Lupin speak. It was slightly muffled, so Harry wasn’t sure if he said ‘go away’ or if he said ‘gone wee’, and the latter made no sense.

“Remus?” Harry said softly. He moved a bit closer.

“I thought I told you to go away.” Lupin said more firmly.

“I—I had a nightmare.” Harry whispered. The near dark room was starting to make Harry’s skin crawl. He knew that it was close to the full moon, but that didn’t mean that Lupin was dangerous now, right? Harry’s eyes fell upon the smoking goblet and he swallowed thickly.

“Go back to bed, Harry.” Lupin said, moving his head slightly away from the pillow, “You’re seventeen now, you shouldn’t be troubled by nightmares so much to want to share other people’s beds.”

“But…” Harry stammered. He was about to say something, but he dismissed it.

“I mean it Harry…” Lupin moaned, “I’m not in the best state for you to be near me. I might…”

Harry waited for Lupin to finish his sentence, but he never did.

“You might what?” Harry asked.

Lupin moaned again. Harry’s scent was driving him crazy. “I mean it, Harry… go away!”

Harry took a chance, as usual. “Remus… I thought maybe since you’re going through pain like me, you’d enjoy my company. I mean… you enjoyed my fathecompcompany during these times, and I thought that if my smell was just like my father’s…”

“James had to be a stag to help me.” Lupin snapped, “You’re not an animagus, Harry… you won’t be able to help.”

“But you’re not a werewolf yet.” Harry said. “You’re not very dangerous.”

Lupin rolled over onto his side so that he could see Harry easier. “Oh no? You don’t think I’m dangerous now?”

Harry gd ned nervously as he shook his head. “I want to help comfort you, and in return I’ll get a better nights sleep. Maybe if there was someone lying by me, I’d feel more secure and it might ease my mind.”

“Trust me, Harry…” Lupin growled, “You won’t be more secure… I’m a crazy, hazardous animal… I’m more likely to pounce on you than cuddle you.”

Harry blinked in astonishment. “Pounce on me?” He stared into Lupin’s changing eyes in the dimness. He edged closer, despite the warning looks he was receiving from Remus.

“Stop, Harry!” Lupin croaked. “Your scent… it’s too much for me right now. You’re going to make me do something we’re both going to regret.”

The younger man didn’t listen, and he sat at the edge of the bed.

“I want to help.” Harry said quietly, “Will it help if I…”

“Harry, please…” Lupin tried his best to not inhale Harry’s scent any more, but it wasn’t working. “Your scent… it’s making me…”

Harry leaned closer and rubbed at Lupin’s shoulder. “It’ll be all right.”

“Harry…” Lupin’s eyes glazed over. “No… this is wrong. Harry, don’t…”

But Harry didn’t listen to the older man. He moved the blankets aside and crawled into them. The heat from Harry’s body was making Lupin hard. He fought his animal instinct to move on top of Harry, and to rip off Harry’s clothes.

“Maybe you should see if my scent is close to my father’s?” Harry said, sounding very, very innocent. Slowly, Harry started to unbutton his top. He had no idea what he was doing to Lupin.

“Oh God…” Lupin’s mouth was starting to water uncontrollably. He ran his tongue across his top lip and felt the beginning of sharp fangs. His human side was screaming at him to get Harry the hell away from him, but his animal side was telling him to go ahead and touch him… taste him, just a little…

Harry slipped his pajama top off of his shoulders, exposing his slightly built chest and flat stomach. Harry had a little patch of black curls in the middle of his chest, and a small trail starting at the bottom of his bellybutton that ran down and disappeared underneath the rim of his pajama bottoms.

It was like a freaking siren! Lupin shifted his body closer, leaning his face over Harry’s left nipple. His eyes dilated at the musky smell wafting from Harry, and he could feel his erection straining in his cotton boxers. He fought his animals side as best he could, but when Harry’s just laying there, offering himself like a virgin sacrifice, it was hard to control his lustful urges. Very carefully, so he didn’t frighten Harry (like that was something easy to do!), Lupin brought his nose close to Harry’s collarbone, and then made his way up, inhaling every bit of Harry as he could.

Harry wiggled a bit anxiously, wondering if this was helping Lupin’s pain. The look in Lupin’s eyes was a bit scary, but he knew that Lupin was still human… he was still safe. He closed his eyes in anticipation, waiting to see what Lupin would do. Would Lupin really pounce on him? And did he mean viciously pouncing, or erotic? Harry hadn’t seen Lupin in a lust filled mood before, so he wasn’t sure.

Lupin couldn’t hold back much longer, especially since Harry was doing such a delicious wiggle right there in front of him. Lupin opened his mouth and ran a cautious tongue from the dip of Harry’s collarbone up to the bottom part of his neck.

Harry shivered.

Lupin moaned. Oh, Gods in Heaven, he tasted so sweet! Harry was young, and his flesh was smooth… unmarked, except his forehead, but that didn’t matter. He had to taste Harry again, and so he did. He bent his head and latched his lips over Harry’s jugular. Harry jolted and it gave Lupin the urge to move closer. He swung one leg over Harry’s fidgeting body and lightly straddled the teen.

Harry froze the moment he felt the other man’s erection pressed against his stomach. It was poking him, through Lupin’s boxers, and Harry suddenly thought that maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to come into his bed.

But when Lupin’s mouth found a particular sensitive spot, all thought ran out of Harry’s head like a sieve. He lifted his knees up, and Lupin brought his lower half down, rubbing his trapped arousal over Harry’s abdomen. And when Harry groaned low in his throat, Lupin’s animal side started taking over.

“Harry…” Lupin growled. He lightly kissed down Harry’s chest, “I hope you understand what’s going to happen now… I warned you, I told you to leave, but you wouldn’t listen. You’re stubborn, just like your mother, and now you’ll be paying the consequences of your actions.” He latched his mouth over a nipple, and Harry arched his back. “If you keep making those kind of noises and movements, there’s no stopping me…” Lupin warned.

“I… oh, gods, Remus…” Harry could no longer hold himself back. The feeling of having this older, stronger man above him was driving him insane. He could feel his heart beating in his groin. He could feel Lupin rocking his hips, their erections coming into contact. Harry licked his lips, closed his eyes, and tilted his head back. He moaned again, sending Lupin into a fury of thrusting.

“Have it your way, Harry.” Lupin snarled, literally. He yanked off Harry’s pajama bottom, and then scooted his body down so that his nose was buried his Harry’s dark curls. He inhaled; going wild, and then started to kiss all over Harry’s twitching cock, never touching the head.

Harry fisted the bed sheets and lifted his hips up to meet Lupin’s mouth. Lupin took the invitation and swallowed Harry’s thickness whole. Harry let out a gurgling cry as Lupin feasted on him, being ever so careful not to scrape Harry with his teeth.

“Ohh… oh, Remus!” Harry moaned. He had no idea what to do, since he’d r dor done anything past kissing and touching. The suction was too much, and Harry was about to warn Lupin about his sudden climax, but Lupin stopped.

“I’m going to have you, Harry… all of you…” Lupin lowered his mouth until he was right over Harry’s puckered entrance. He brought his hands under Harry’s buttocks and lifted him up off the bed. Harry was too incoherent to think, letting Lupin move his body however he wanted.

Lupin stuck his tongue into Harry’s hole. The sensation was odd at first, but then Lupin placed his mouth all around it and sucked, and Harry felt a sudden pulse throughout his body. This made Harry’s hands let go of the bed sheets and into Lupin’s hair. This made Lupin go even crazier, and he licked and sucked as much he could. He didn’t want to hurt Harry- it was the last thing on his mind.

Harry felt a sudden change in the way Lupin’s body was. It seemed bulkier, stronger… his fingers felt longer, and his face seemed more canine. Was it the full moon? Harry thought in distress. No, it couldn’t be… not for a couple more days… this must be the lusting animal in him. This must be why Lupin tried to warn him before… so the only danger that Harry had to endure was…

Harry’s eyes widened as he figured it all out. Lupin really was going to pounce him! But the feel… when Lupin gripped at his erection and squeezed it… Harry threw his head back and groaned. This kind of danger he could definitely handle.

Lupin brought Harry’s legs around his torso, which he noticed had gone vaster, and more muscular. The wolf’s lust had to be satisfied- there was no stopping it even if he tried.

Harry gulped nervous and looked down his body to what Lupin was doing. His eyes widened when he saw that Lupin’s boxer shorts have ripped, and Lupin’s long, thick cock jutted out- pointing straight at Harry’s…

Lupin moved his hips down slightly, and then slowly forward. The head of his cock was very wet, as was Harry’s hole, and when Lupin thrust his hips; Harry’s little ring of muscle gave way.

Harry gasped, grasping tightly at Lupin’s forearms. Lupin brought a hand down to smear more of his wetness around his cock before moving forward again. When Lupin was in a very lust-filled haze, and his animal instincts kick in, there seemed to be no such thing as magic anymore, and no such thing as lubricant.

However, the animal in him had provided his erection with plenty of moisture. Usually when he was a werewolf, he had a wolf’s penis- and since it was so close to the actual full moon, his body, along with his cock, were gradually becoming like a wolf. There wasn’t much peach skin left on it; it was slicked up well, and it slid inside of Harry like a well-oiled piston.

Harry snapped his head back and cried out. He dug his fingernails into Lupin’s arms, and his toes curled so taut that his toenails were digging into the bottom of his feet. He was shaking and clenching his insides so hard that Lupin tilted his head back and made a rather hauntingly yowl.

It was maddening! The feel, the smell, the taste, everywhere… Lupin felt his human side lose all control and he began to rock his hips back and forth. He felt Harry’s legs around him tighten, felt his insides clench (hopefully without pain), and his fingernails dig into his skin… the boy was panting, groaning, withering beneath him, and it was impelling him to go harder, and faster.

To his surprise, Harry was pushing his own hips up to meet his lover, grunting in such a sexy thy that Lupin could no longer contain himself. He ran his tapered fingers down Harry’s chest, rubbing at Harry’s rosy nipples, getting Harry’s body to jerk and arc more. Harry was thrashing underneath him so much that Lupin thought that he was strangling him, but he was far from it. He bent his head down to capture those sweet, wet lips. He finally got to taste the inside of his mouth, and it was hot and damp, like a tropical forest. Lupin probed his tongue, and Harry accepted and they moved together- both upper and lower regions moving in unison.

He had no idea how it happened, but Harry’s body was suddenly bent almost in half as he pounded into him. He released Harry’s lips, and Harry continued to make all kinds of wonderful noises. They were mews, or harsh moans, or even sharp cries, depending on how deep Lupin pushed, or where he thrust his cock.

Lupin finally realized that Harry’s erection wary pry plum, and the vein underneath it was throbbing so badly that he could see it from there. Ending it would be a good idea for Harry, but not for Lupin. He could go on forever.

He turned Harry around, without taking his cock out, and positioned Harry on hands and knees.

“If you’re going to do an animal,” Lupin whispered in Harry’s ear, “migs wes well do it in the right position.”

Harry could barely nod as he felt the thrusting continue. The change of position emitted a kind of squeak from Harry, his toes still curling.

Lupin moved a hand down to cup Harry’s erection, but just barely. He rubbed his thumb under the head of Harry’s penis, and Harry cried out as he jerked. So, it became- a little harsh thrust here, a touch under the head there, a kiss on the neck here, a squeeze there… and soon Harry was clawing madly at the headboard. Lupin had to follow his lover every time Harry slid further up, his forehead pressed hard against the headboard. Harry pawed at it and the wall behind it as Lupin played with Harry’s aching cock. He was so on edge that when Lupin squeezed him again; he came in very hard spurts all over the pillows.

Harry gave a sharp cry when he came, and Lupin thrust as much as he could to follow Harry’s orgasm. When Harry was finally done, Lupin stopped, but he hadn’t climaxed.

“Now, who gave you permission to come?” Lupin said, nibbling on Harry’s ear.

Harry was panting heavily, and his cheeks were flushed. “I’m—sorry… I couldn’t help it…”

“Well, that’s all right,” Said Lupin. He twisted them both so that they were lying on their sides, Lupin still firmly in Harry. He lifted one of Harry’s legs and began to stroke the inside of his thigh. “I’ll just wait until you’re able to be hard again.”

Harry had just barely tilted his head back to rest on Lupin’s chest when he said that, and Harry gasped. “Again? You mean you won’t… I mean…er…” Harry blushed.

“Not unless you want me to keep going.” Lupin moved his hips a little, slowly pushing out his cock and then pushing in. Harry gave a small yelp as Lupin hit his prostate. “You even sound like a female wolf, Harry…” He jerked his hips upward again. Harry cried out. “Before you know it, you’ll be hard again, won’t you?”

All Harry could do was whimper. He brought his head back to wedge between Lupin’s chin and chest. Lupin kept his one leg up as he slowly moved in and out of Harry once more. All Harry could do was ride it out and Lupin slowly fucked him, bringing him back to Heaven.

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Two days and two more nights of pure pleasure had passed. Harry wasn’t sure how many times they’ve done it, but the closer it was time for the full moon, the more animalistic Lupin became. It was getting scary, especially when Lupin came very close to ripping Harry’s skin, almost causing him to bleed. He wasn’t a werewolf yet, no, but just the thought of how close the danger was becoming was making Lupin increasingly worried.

It was finally time, and Lupin had downed the last of his Wolfsbane potion. He told Harry to stay and wait for him in his bedroom, and then he was gone. He had to get as far away from Harry as possible, and stay locked up so that he wouldn’t be coaxed into coming back to Harry.

Harry… his mate.

~*~

“Harry?” A female voice said in the darkness. “Lumos!”

A wand lit before him, and Harry saw the face of Nymphradora Tonks. He had to shield his eyes from the sudden brightness. He was lying in bed, naked, save for a blanket covering his bottom half.

“What?” Harry said, voice groggy.

“Gee, you don’t look raving.” She said.

“Well, hello to you, too.” Harry said.

“Is he all right?” another voice called out.

“Yeah, he’s fine. At least, he looks fine.”

The owner to the other voice walked in, with a slight limp. “You don’t know for sure, Tonks.” Mad-eye Moody said, wand out. “It might not have circulated through his veins totally yet.”

Harry blinked. “What are you talking about?”

“You were here with Lupin during his transforming days, were you not?”

“Yeah, but he wasn’t a werewolf at the time.”

He finally noticed that Tonks was gazing at his bare chest, and he wasn’t sure if she was really checking for bites, or if she was checking him out.

“There’s a scratch here.” Tonks said, pointing to his arm.

“It’s nothing.” Harry said, growing more irritated. “He didn’t break the skin, and he wasn’t a fully formed werewolf, so I’m fine, all right?”

“When did he leave?” Moody asked.

“Last night.” Harry said. He sat up straighter. “Why?”

“You two didn’t do anything, did you?”

Harry was feeling very miffed. He fixed the blanket on his lap. “So what if we did? So what?? I was helping him through his tough time…”

“Did you two have sex?” Moody said, interrupting him.

“Well… yeah. But like I said, I was just…”

“Idiot boy!” Moody snarled. “Do you know what you did??”

Harry rolled his eyes, “Of course I do! I’m not that innocent!”

“No, you don’t know, boy.” Moody looked a bit anxious.

“Then what did I do that’s so horrible?” Harry dared to ask.

Moody looked around at Tonks and then the door, as if he was making sure that nobody else was around. “You, boy, have just… bonded with him. You’re now his mate.”

Harry tilted his head. “I’m… I’m what?”

“You’re his mate, Harry.” Tonks said. “For life.”

“And he’ll do anything to protect you from harm.” Moody said. “Especially from any Dark Wizard.”

Harry sank back into his bed. “His… mate? I’m his mate for life?”

“Yes.” Tonks said, looking like she was trying not to smile, “You’re his life-mate.”

~End, for now~

There is a possibility that this will continue, once my muse cooperates with me better. I don\'t know how long this fic will be, if there will be more than two parts- but i\'m not making it too long, if that\'s the case. Thank you again for the wonderful reviews, and all that. (I was going to say, thanks for begging, but that doesn\'t sound right.)