Mate

A/N ~ Bad Reise! Bad, bad bad Reise! You can yell at me if you want. I KNOW, I’m terrible, not updating for AGES. I need a prod by people. I’ve JUST finished uni so all the stress is gone. For now.

This is also some of my worst writing. I'm SO SO SO SORRY! I lost my muse!

Also looking for a beta!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything—characters belong to their original owners. Nor am I making a profit.

Warnings: I’m a twisted soul so there is bestiality in this chapter.


The night of the full moon was approaching and Remus became even more snappish than normal. He was excited and torn at the same time. All week, Severus had been reassuring Remus that he meant what he said; that he wanted the wolf as he wanted the human. Remus wasn’t so sure if it was a good idea; he told himself that his mate had said it in the heat of passion, had been so aroused that he’d say anything. Even if those things were a lie. Which they were.

The wolf, on the other hand was snarling. He wanted his mate, and would claim him.

Severus had been paying special attention to him these last few days, Remus had noticed; teasing him, cajoling him until, when Remus fucked him in their dreams, Moony was close to the surface. Severus had loved every moment of it. The sounds he’d made... Remus growled remembering them. And the filth spilling out of his mate’s mouth; Remus couldn’t remember being as horny in his entire life.

So what was the problem?

Remus was scared. Yes, Severus had smelled turned on when conversation of the wolf claiming him came up. Yes, Severus had been willing to let Moony shag him whilst still in human form. But when it came to the fact? When it came to Severus kneeling for Moony? Remus was scared Severus would freak and run away and that would destroy him.

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Severus was growing frustrated. He’d thought Remus had understood he wanted to be claimed. They’d talked about it. Admittedly the talk had aroused him that much that Remus had bent him over and fucked him.

And now? Remus had caught him after classes and told him under no circumstances was he to come outside with him. That was one order he intended to disobey. And if Remus wanted to punish him afterwards? Well, Severus moaned, shuddering, I’ll happily submit to that.

He had brewed a pain potion and had that happily tucked away in a pocket. The only thing bothering him was lube; he doubted Moony would wait long enough to lube him up. He planned on doing it himself just before he headed out.

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Checking Lucius was in the library working on a project; Severus headed back to the dorm room and locked the door. He lay on his bed and took his pants and underwear off. He’d all ready decided that he would arouse himself that much that the scent would still cling to him when he got to the Shack, and everything was timed so that Remus would have completed the transformation when he got there. He can’t yell at me for that.

Running a lubed finger between his cheeks and over the puckered hole, he gasped imagining how good it felt when Remus did this. Moaning, he slipped one finger inside. “Oh Merlin, Remus!” Oh it felt so good. Another finger added with the anticipation of Moony sinking deep inside him. He kept himself on the edge of orgasm until he thought he was suitably lubed. He lay there gasping, controlling his breath before putting his pants back on and sneaking outside.

The night was dark and cool. The moon had just risen and the Forest was quiet. He heard the scurry of small animals risking coming out in the night, not knowing what predator was waiting for them in the Shack. The predator that would claim Severus tonight. Oh but didn’t he love the idea of being that particular predator’s prey? He wrapped his cloak around him and made his way to the Whomping Willow. A simple spell had a stick pressing against the knot and he crept silently down the passageway.

The Shack was how he remembered it, decrepit, ancient and somehow very, very strong; he supposed it had to be to house a werewolf. He crept to the room Moony had taken him to last month and opened the door.

Mate? Moony looked up from the desolate position he’d be lay in.

“Yes. Oh yes,” Severus smiled, as a wave of desire swept through him; anticipation of the event welling in him. Moony sniffed the air and crept over to him.

Mine. My mate! He rested on his haunches, front paws on Severus’s shoulders as he licked and nibbled Severus’s neck. You’re here. With me. A growl came from his throat and Severus trembled, knees going weak.

“Yes I am. With you, for you. Oh Merlin Moony! I want you. I’ve been imagining you ordering me into whatever position you want and claiming me, proving to me that I’m yours.” Severus was panting; the images in his mind over powering his thoughts and reason.

Moony gave one hard, playful bit then withdrew. Submit to me now. I am your alpha. Severus removed his clothes before kneeling. Moony’s eyes were drawn to the hard, leaking erection between his thighs. He had to taste that.

At the first touch of the werewolf’s tongue on his cock, he leaned back, still kneeling, to give Moony more access to him. A growl and whimper. Merlin! Moony’s tongue was so good! Severus fell backwards, knees bent underneath him as the wolf licked and growled.

“Moony! Yes, oh Moony! Take me, takemepleaseyes!” He moaned, whimpering. Moony pulled off his cock and honey-gold wolf eyes stared at him in desire.

And then began Severus’s favourite fantasy.

On your hands and knees, the wolf commanded. Severus rushed to obey, his cock throbbing between his legs. He reached a hand down to stroke it. Moony growled loudly and bit his lower back hard. He whimpered in pain, but the comment from Moony made that whimper one of pleasure.

MINE!

“Oh Merlin, yes yours! Always yours. Now fuck me Moony!” Severus demanded, thrusting his arse back. Moony got the idea and soon mounted him, sinking into his arse, head level with Severus’s own.

The whoosh of breath with every long, hard thrust brushed Severus’s ear and Moony’s continuous growling was turning him. He arched back to meet him, encouraging more, faster. His panting and continuous string of babbling pleased the wolf; he had his mate here, under him, whimpering and begging, as he claimed him in the most primal of ways. He nudged Severus’s head to the side, bearing his neck and bit. That was enough to send Severus over the edge and Moony followed.

“Moony,” Severus shivered, curling up around the wolf.

Mine now. Always, Moony told him, licking the sweat from Severus’s body.

“Always.”