The Lambs

Go read Little Red Hen as well please?

Thanks to BOOMrobotdog for making me a Banner (see profile at ffnet or LJ).

This chapter is entirely for BOOMrobotdog, since she was plaguing me about it, and also for those who enjoy a good icky m-preg. This will be a descriptive chapter; the rest of the story won’t focus as much on Harry’s discomfort, sickness, fatness, etc. So enjoy it while it lasts.

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Chapter 10
Interlude
November 23rd 1998 (Chapter 8)

Two fingers probed at Harry’s entrance, circling the tight pucker before pushing past the muscle and into the brunette’s channel. Harry gasped, his back arching off the ground. His head thrashed from side to side as Fenrir stretched him, adding a third finger; he whimpered when Fenrir pulled his hand away.

“Tell me,” he asked again.

Harry opened his eyes wide, meeting Fenrir’s silver ones, and after a moments silence he smiled softly. “I love you,” Harry said, and he meant it.

“I love you too.” Fenrir echoed, before he canted his hips forward, driving himself into his willing mate. Harry screamed, his back arched as he spread his legs wider. They panted as they moved together, their fingers running over sweaty skin before tangling in one another’s hair. Lips met in brief but fierce kisses, before tearing away from each other so they could moan, or pant, or scream.

Pleasure swept over each of them in turn, making them cry out as their orgasm ripped through them. Fenrir came first, his stomach tightening and coiling in anticipation before he released himself within the other man, a low moan leaving his lips as they pressed soft kisses to Harry’s sweaty neck.

Harry came after him, one hand digging into Fenrir’s shoulder and the other stroking his own throbbing cock. With a shout of “Fenrir” he came hard across his stomach and Fenrir’s chest. The elder man collapsed onto his mate, both of them panting and lightly petting the other as their heartbeats calmed down.1

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December 13th 1998. (Between chapters 8 and 9).

Harry rolled over with a yawn. His arms stretched above his head and he squeezed his eyes closed tighter, trying to ignore the light streaming onto his face. Fenrir watched him wake. He stood in the doorway of their tent with the flap held open, bathing Harry in the afternoon light. He smirked as Harry gave a groan and flopped onto his side.

“Too early,” he slurred, rubbing at his face with one fist.

Fenrir chuckled. “It’s almost 2pm, Harry. I think it’s time to get up.” Harry just yawned again. Eventually he rolled onto his back and peered up at the Alpha through squinted eyes.

“Whad’ya say?”

“Sorry,” Fenrir said snidely, “I don’t speak gibberish.”

Harry stuck his tongue out. His hair was mused and sticking up practically everywhere, but the sight of it made Fenrir lick his lips thoughtfully. Pale faced, with red cheeks, and heavy lidded eyes, Harry looked the definition of ‘ravished’. With a grin Fenrir let the flap of the tent close, and prowled towards the younger male. Just because Harry was already pregnant didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy the extra practise, did it?

“I said, ‘we could stay in bed a little longer’.” Harry glanced at him suspiciously, his forehead furrowed, before all the lines faded away and a smile split across his face.

“Ohh,” he said, with sudden understanding. He pushed off the heavy furs and crooked a finger at his mate. Fenrir’s eyes travelled over the younger wolf’s naked body and he grinned again. “C’mon.” He crooked his finger again, and gave a wink.

Fenrir pounced.

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December 19th 1998. (Chapter 9). (One month pregnant).

The moon rose. It was like a symphony. The moon was the conductor; as she waved her arms, the glow of her light, her brightness, and the noise started up. She shone dimly, and the werewolves groaned; she shone a little brighter, and they cried and whimpered; and when she was at her fullest, the symphony became a chorus of screams. And then the noise faded. The conductor slowed down, the noises hushed a little; now they were only yaps and barks and howls, less distressed, more pleasant.

They were all involved. Each member of the pack contributed to the sound that night. No, that was a lie. There was one who wasn’t in tune with the others. He made his sounds, his whimpers of distress and fear, but he didn’t do it at the same time as his pack. He whimpered when the moon was dim, and when she was glowing brightly his breath came heavy, and human, and he looked upon his pack mates with terror.

‘ What’s wrong with me?’

He remembered his mate’s words to him, telling him to stay strong, stay brave, but how could he? He wasn’t one of them any longer. He wasn’t pack; he wasn’t a wolf. A part of him thought he should be happy, but how could he be? He wasn’t welcome anymore.

‘Harry, can you hear me?’

Fenrir’s voice echoed through his head and his heartbeat slowed just a little. He could still hear his mate mentally; he must still be part wolf at least. “Fenrir, what’s wrong with me?” He asked out loud, his voice sounding pitifully desperate.

‘You are with child, love.’ Fenrir said. He backed up a few inches, giving Harry some space.

“A baby?” Harry whispered, his hand moving to press against his stomach. “An actual baby, like foetus, to child, to teenager, etc., that type of baby?” He asked with wide eyes.

‘Yes, that kind of baby, though you’d have to add ‘werewolf’ into your sequence as well.’ Fenrir gave a grunt as Harry launched himself forward, grabbing the silver wolf around the neck and hugged him tightly. Fenrir nuzzled against his mate, one paw coming up to rest on Harry’s shoulder.

“Love you.” The boy whispered, and Fenrir grinned, showing off all of his teeth.

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January 7th 1999. (One and ½ months pregnant).

Usually Harry woke slowly, languidly stretching, savouring the early morning haze that was still settled over his brain. He would roll over, yawn, and probably find Fenrir either watching him from the doorway or from the other side of the furs. The elder wolf had taken it into his head that one morning he was going to end up squishing their child. Harry either slept on top of Fenrir, or Fenrir slept away from Harry. The brunette had found it slightly annoying: he wasn’t too angry though, because in his sleep Fenrir always rolled back towards the younger wolf.

This morning, though, Fenrir was still asleep when Harry woke. The fact that it was only four hours after they went to bed might have had something to do with it.

There was no time for yawning, or stretching, or scratching his chest sleepily. This morning Harry bolted upright, startling Fenrir awake. The Alpha looked around, growing, trying to identify the threat present. Harry was about to tell him everything was fine, to apologize, to say anything, but the moment he opened his mouth he could taste the bile and it made him heave. He didn’t want to throw up on the furs, so he jumped to his feet. Completely naked, his stomach rolling, Harry ran from the tent. The moment he left the clearing, he leant against the closest tree and took his hand away from his mouth.

Fenrir followed him. He winced, watching as Harry heaved, and then dry heaved, and then started to cough and gag.

The smell of the vomit made Harry’s stomach roll again, and he had to crawl away from the mess, his hand over his nose, so he wouldn’t start heaving again. Fenrir came to him immediately, his hand running up and down the boy’s bare back. “It’s ok, love. It’s just morning sickness. It’ll pass in a month or so.”

Harry gave a weak groan. His throat had been burning and stinging a little, but his accelerated healing had already kicked in. He didn’t feel the annoying tingling pain, but he could still taste the bile in the back of his throat, and he didn’t like it one bit. Fenrir’s fingers were still running over his back, or through his hair. He turned his head away from where it had been pressed to Fenrir’s chest. His eyes narrowed.

“I hate you,” he whispered softly. Fenrir didn’t even flinch. “This is all your fault.”

Fenrir closed his eyes. He thought about how wonderful they’d both feel in just over seven months, holding their child for the first time. He grinned before wiping the smug look off his face. He replaced it with one of contrition, and looked down on his mate with wide, falsely innocent eyes. “Yes, yes it is,” he said, trying to keep a straight face. “Forgive me?”

Harry would have answered him, but he suddenly had to throw up again.

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January 24th 1999. (Two months pregnant).

Fenrir rained butterfly kisses along the length of Harry’s stomach. His tongue flicked out, lapping at the expanse of skin, dipping into the brunette’s belly button. His nose brushed across Harry’s thigh as Fenrir kissed his way lower and lower. He began kissing higher again, stopping just above Harry’s cock which was hard. He flicked his tongue out, gentling tracing the head of the penis in front of him.

Harry rolled over with a yawn.

Fenrir had hoped to wake his lover with a good-morning-blow-job, but apparently Harry didn’t think very highly of Fenrir’s idea. “Not now,” the brunette said, after a second yawn. “I’m tired.”

Harry waved a hand over his shoulder, as if he were trying to warn Fenrir away, but his movements were so lethargic that Fenrir couldn’t help but laugh. The arm flopped back down to Harry’s side, and the brunette gave a moan as Fenrir covered him with the furs.

“Night,” Harry murmured.

Fenrir watched, half shocked, a little amused, and a quarter frustrated, as his mate fell back to sleep almost instantly. Fenrir lifted the furs up slightly, and peeked under. Harry was still hard. But not interested in sex?

“The pregnancy is worth it,” he muttered to himself as he left the tent.

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February 14th 1999. (Chapter 9). (Three months pregnant).

“Eat up, love. It’s good for you.” Harry looked up at his mate. Fenrir grinned at him, his hand still stretched out towards the brunette. Fenrir’s other hand cupped his cheek as the elder wolf spoke. Maybe he could throw the gift away when Fenrir wasn’t looking? “Don’t even think about it.” Fenrir said, still grinning. “It’s good for the cub.”

“But, but, it’s gross?” Harry grimaced again. He reached out for it anyway, stomach growling. He wrinkled his nose at the offering. In his hand, Harry now held the raw deer heart. He pinched his nose closed and took a bite, chanting in his head ‘it’s not so bad’, over and over.

“Happy valentines,” Fenrir said with a grin.

Harry opened his mouth. It actually hadn’t tasted as bad as he thought it would. He would have asked for more but Fenrir beat him to it, leaving and returning with a deer’s leg. Harry took a bite out of it, this time not bothering to hold his nose or grimace or complain. It didn’t taste half bad. And anyway, it was good for his cub.

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February 20th 1999.

They were hunting again. Most of the pack had left the clearing, searching for food or something to fight with to pass the moon away. Harry had been left behind with the females with young children. One or two of the men had been left behind as well, just in case. Harry didn’t take offence at it, because he knew they used to do that before he had arrived to protect the children, more so than him.

He wondered between the small wolves, the cubs, and he grinned. Occasionally he would reach out and run his fingers over their heads, and pull his hand back when they tried to catch it in their mouth or front paws. Their mothers watched in amusement, their eyes glowing amber, as the human boy always managed to avoid the children.

He was hungry. With a frown, he finally left the children alone and found himself pacing along side the trees to the West; towards Hogwarts.

A silver wolf appeared, the carcass of a deer draped carefully over his back. He lay the animal down in front of Harry and sat back on his haunches. Several other wolves appeared, dragging or carrying food towards their mates and children. Those who were unmated left food in the centre of the clearing, or kept it for themselves. Fenrir nudged Harry with a paw and the boy grinned. He pulled a pocket knife out of his trousers and quickly slit the dead animals stomach open.

When his morning sickness had stopped Fenrir had taught him how to prepare and cook food. He said it would come in handy for the times around the moon where Harry would have to fend for himself, for the most part.

Harry reached into the deer and pulled out a liver. It was raw, but Harry was hungry. He took a bite, then another, and another until it was all gone. Then he reached for something else, over and over, but he saved the heart. The next morning, when Fenrir opened his eyes Harry held out the deer heart he had saved.

“What?” Fenrir said grumpily. Harry had refused to move from the carcass, so Fenrir had ended up sleeping outside, on the cold ground, with his mate instead of in their tent.

Harry was sitting on the floor with his legs crossed. One hand was on his hip and his head was tilted to one side. His lips pursed before he smiled, “I want it dipped in chocolate.2” Fenrir grimaced, his throat swallowing unconsciously as he tried to imagine how disgusting that would taste. “Dark chocolate, Fenrir, and I want honey on it too.”

“Where the hell am I meant to get dark chocolate and honey?” He mumbled, sitting up. He rubbed his face, then his chest and stretched.

Harry stood, dropped the heart on Fenrir, and glared with both hands on his hips now. “I am pregnant, damn it. And I’m having cravings, and I want this deer heart dipping in dark chocolate and honey. And I want it now. Do I make myself clear?”

Fenrir just nodded his head slowly, both hands closing over the heart. The men around them all cringed, the women smirked, and Harry continued to stand there tapping his foot impatiently until Fenrir was firmly out of sight.

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February 29th 1999. (Three and ½ Months Pregnant).

“Look!” Harry screamed. His shirt was pulled up, covering his chest but leaving his stomach bare. “What is it?” His eyes were wide, and Fenrir could see the tears gathering.

Remus held his hand out, and Harry grabbed it quickly, pressing it to his stomach. It was hard; the skin stretched slightly, and there was a very small, hardly noticeable, bump.

“What is it?” The brunette asked again. Fenrir reached forward to feel as well, a worried look on his face. “Is something wrong?” They both turned to look at Remus. Fenrir might have been Alpha to quite a number of pregnant wolves, or human mates, in his time but this was the first child that directly affected him. He had a right to be worried about his cub.

“Nothing is wrong, Harry, Fenrir.” Remus smiled and drew his hand back. “As your child grows, it’ll need more room. At the moment you’re too small for him or her, so it’s pushing against your stomach to make room. Your skin is stretching, hardening, as your womb stretches. Eventually, you’ll look like you swallowed a watermelon.” The wolf grinned at the younger boy, whose eyes had suddenly gone wide.

He ignored the watermelon comment. His hand pressed on top of Fenrir’s and he grinned. “My cub?”

“Yes,” Remus said. Harry smile faded. His mouth opened and closed for a moment, before snapping shut. His lip trembled for a second or two. “What is it?” Remus whispered, as Fenrir mentally checked his mate for injuries.

“I’m going to get fat?” Fenrir and Remus both nodded, slowly. “I hate you.”

Fenrir’s mouth drew into a thin line. “You won’t be fat.” He tried to make Harry feel better.

“You’ll be pregnant.” Remus said, hoping he was being helpful. Harry just started to cry. Fenrir shot Remus a glare, and the Beta decided he had already spent enough time around the couple. Slowly, he backed away from them, before walking quickly in the opposite direction.

“Where are you going?” Charlie asked, as Remus passed him.

Remus grabbed his arm, dragging the red head after him. “I wouldn’t go over there if I were you.”

“Why?” Charlie looked over his shoulder, brows drawing together in worry. “Is something wrong?”

“Hormones.”

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1 – taken from chapter 8 (too lazy to re-write the sex scene).
2 – Again, for BOOMrobotdog, because she is gross!

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Ok, the squick is over. Those who don’t like m-preg can go back to reading the story.

The chapter took so long, because I had an assignment due, but I’ve finished it now. Will do Brothers In Arms next. I might actually do a real chapter soon, but all I seem to do lately is work!