Courting a Mate

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Courting a Mate: Chapter 2

Fenrir was very pleasantly surprised when Harry began to shyly kiss him back. It was obvious he was inexperienced, but that didn’t make Fenrir anything but happy that his mate was almost completely untouched.

His eyes widened even further as Harry hesitantly reached his bound arms up and stroked his silver hair. Fenrir made a happy growling noise in the back of his throat and moved to put more pressure against Harry when he was reminded of his hard on that had yet to be dealt with.

He pulled away and looked down at Harry, who had his eyes half closed and his mouth pink and wet from saliva. Harry blinked and stared up at Fenrir curiously to see why he had stopped. Fenrir was drunk in the sight before rolling off of his receptive mate. Harry looked a little hurt but quickly masked it with indifference.

“I didn’t think you would want to take care of this.” Fenrir gestured at his dripping erection.

Harry looked relieved as he nodded and Fenrir hastily left. He only bothered to get out from the mouth of the cave where Harry couldn’t see him before dropping to his knees and fisting his cock. It had been a long time since he had needed to masturbate. When he lived with his pack there was never a limit to how many bitches would spread their legs, so there was never an issue to slaking his lust.

“Harry!” He rasped out the name as he came and was certain that the man in question would have heard it as well.

Sure enough, when he reentered the cave, Harry’s face was covered in red heat and he refused to look at Fenrir. Fenrir walked over to untie him and then lifted Harry up into the air and held him there comfortably as he sniffed Harry’s neck and hair.

“Would you quit that already?” Harry complained. “You always do that.”

“I like your scent.” Fenrir said and set Harry down. Harry was only five feet and six inches compared to Fenrir who was six feet and three inches, making it nine inches in height difference. Fenrir towered over Harry who swallowed and made to step back, but Fenrir grabbed his arm and pulled him into a tight hug.

“We’re perfect for each other, why won’t you accept that?”

“You can’t just expect me to fall in love with you under these circumstances!” Harry said in irritation but he also slipped his arms around Fenrir’s waist and instantly liked how comfortable he felt. When he grew up he was deprived of a lot of affection and touch and now that he was older he craved it even more.

This was his enemy that he was embracing. That he was starting to enjoy having around so much. How was he supposed to defeat the dark lord when he couldn’t defeat one of his followers, and was starting to fall in love with him?

Harry’s eyes snapped open and his heart skipped a beat. Love? Surely not. He could never love Fenrir Greyback who was a monster of monsters. As soon as he thought that, however, his felt guilty. Werewolves weren’t monsters, they didn’t choose to be like that and many, like Remus Lupin, were kind and giving. It was the human side of werewolves that made them good or not, not the wolves.

“The full moon is at the end of this week.”

Harry stiffened and Fenrir caressed his back in an attempt to be soothing.

“It will be a lot more dangerous for you if we haven’t mated or begin the initial bond.”

“Please…just let me go!”

“Stop asking me that!” Fenrir yelled, shoving Harry away to stare down into his face. “I can’t do it! If I did send you away, then when I turn into a werewolf I would track you down without a care of who I kill along the way and rape you whether I’ve turned back into a human or not!”

Harry swallowed and stared at Fenrir. “So you haven’t let me go because you want my consent, and you’re worried about me?”

“You really do know nothing about werewolves.” Fenrir scoffed and dragged Harry into another hug.

“We only studied them in third year and it was pretty vague except for the dangers concerning them or how to kill them.”

Fenrir grumbled underneath his breath about ministry-controlled learning and then sank down onto the blankets, pulling Harry down so he was seated between Fenrir’s legs. Harry chose to ignore the fact that he was still naked.

“Werewolves mate for life, a trait which I can safely say is not as common in wizards and witches.”

Harry snorted as he thought about all of the cheating and deception that went on in some relationships. Fenrir gave him a tight squeeze before continuing.

“Werewolves find their mates predominately by scent, but it’s not ‘destiny’ or ‘fate’ or whatever other romantic notion has become to be considered as fact in society. Although not as cliché as love at first sight, werewolves have a natural instinct to discover the best wizard, witch, werewolf or otherwise to be their mate. Some, like me, find them by scent, however I know of one or two who found theirs by touch.”

Fenrir emphasized his point by sliding his hand underneath Harry’s shirt and stroking the soft skin there.

“So you found me because of my scent?”

“Yes.” Fenrir said huskily and nibbled on the cartilage of Harry’s ear.

“If it’s something like that, why is it so powerful?”

“All magic leaves a trace, and when I first realized you were my mate then my magic reached out for you and created the initial binding contact.”

“I thought you hated magic.”

Fenrir snorted. Of course Harry would concentrate on that aspect.

“I don’t like the wizards who wield it. I still have it and can use it.” He smirked. “A hell of a lot better then most, too.”

“So when you smelled me, it created some sort of bond between us?”

“Just a small one, it’s not nearly as strong as other bonds.”

“Oh.” Harry was quiet for a moment and Fenrir let his head rest on Harry’s shoulder.

Fenrir enjoyed this. The closeness of their bodies that was somehow more intimate then any sex Fenrir had ever had.

“When…” Harry swallowed. “When you turn into a werewolf, will you try to rape me?”

Fenrir hesitated and Harry picked up on it immediately.

“Seriously!?”

“Listen, Harry…”

But Harry was beginning to hyperventilate in his panic and Fenrir had to give him a rough shake to bring him back to reality.

“Even if we just form an incomplete bond, then it will protect you. As a werewolf I would only rape you if it seemed like there was no progress from my human’s attempts.”

“What does an incomplete bond entail?”

“There are a couple of different ways, there’s marking where I piss on you and-”

“No!” Harry cut him off sharply.

“Or I could bite you-”

“No!” This time fear tinged his voice and Fenrir frowned.

“Eventually you will be turned anyways….”

Harry shook his head in denial and Fenrir decided that he would leave the subject alone for the moment.

“There is also oral sex or fingering, but I have to ingest some of your semen, and you have to ingest some of mine. We could also just smear it along the skin, but I don’t think that will be enough to keep you safe.”

“So I would have to give you a blow job and visa versa?” Harry asked. Fenrir admired the way that Harry’s voice didn’t shake except once.

“Yes, but there is still no guarantee.”

“Sex is the only thing we know will keep me safe?”

Fenrir detangled his limbs from Harry’s and turned him so he was facing Fenrir. Harry blushed as he was face with Fenrir’s nakedness again, but didn’t comment.

“It’s not just sex, Harry.”

Harry shivered as Fenrir said his name which made Fenrir puff his chest out.

“I wasn’t joking when I said werewolves mate for life. If mating bonds are forced then it doesn’t turn out pretty for either of them. When we mate, there is an exchange of blood and magic that seals us together for forever. There is no possibility for divorce.”

“That’s so…intense.” Harry laid his head on Fenrir’s chest and shivered as Fenrir stroked his back and then let his hands rest on the swell of Harry’s ass. “My life has never been normal, and I know I shouldn’t expect it to be, but it feels like I have no control.” He pulled away and stared into Fenrir’s blue eyes that had amber flecks. “Can I have control?”

Fenrir bristled immediately. “If you mean you being the one who screws me then-”

Harry laughed and shook his head. “I mean, erm, let me do things to you…” His face steadily got redder.

Fenrir grinned widely and his sharp teeth gleamed.

“Oh yes, please don’t let me stop you.”

“It’s just that we only have to the end of the week, and I don’t want to feel rushed.” Harry muttered.

“Harry.”

“What?”

“Touch me.”

Harry stared at him for a moment before Fenrir grabbed his hand and lifted it to brush against his chest. Harry jerked away at first before he hesitantly began. He tried to concentrate on just looking at Fenrir’s face and torso, but soon it became impossible to ignore Fenrir’s erection.

Harry gritted his teeth and squared his shoulders, figuratively speaking, gather his courage to test his comfort zone. He wasn’t a Gryffindor for nothing, after all. He trailed his fingers over the impressive length and twitched in surprise when Fenrir gasped.

Feeling slightly bolder, he wrapped his fingers around it and began to move his hand slowly. Fenrir seemed to like it, if the groans were anything to go by, but it soon became apparent that he wasn’t going fast enough as Fenrir covered Harry’s smaller hand with his and set the pace.

It didn’t taken long at all for Fenrir to come and Harry grimaced at the white gunk covering his hand. He went to wipe it off, but Fenrir caught his wrist and shook his head.

“Try it.”

“No way!” Harry tried to jerk his hand away but Fenrir dipped his finger in it and came away with just a small bit of fluid.

“Just try it!” Fenrir growled and thrust his finger into Harry’s face. Harry scowled to show exactly how much he disliked being made to do this before he opened his mouth and sucked on the finger. Fenrir stared at the erotic display that was quickly shattered as Harry made a face and pulled away.

“It’s so bitter!”

“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.” Fenrir then eyed Harry’s own bulge beneath his pants and pushed him flat on his back against the bedding.

Harry was about to protest, but Fenrir was quick to distract him with pleasure as he licked at his leaking cock. Part of it was to make a point that if Fenrir could do it, Harry could do it, but he soon found that the expression on Harry’s face made it more then worthwhile.

“Oh yes!” Harry cried out and arched his back. His fingers dug into Fenrir’s scalp as he bucked into the pleasure. “Fuck, please, Fenrir!”

Fenrir pressed his fingers against the tight entrance but didn’t enter as he stroked the puckered hole and pushed his thumb against Harry’s perineum.

“Ah!” Harry came, his body convulsing with pleasure that he had yet to get used to.

Fenrir watched in interest and wiped his fingers through the messy white splash on his stomach and lifted them to his mouth. The taste was odd, but to Fenrir it could have been elixir since it came from his mate. He looked over at Harry and smirked as he saw he was unconscious.

Fenrir did not say, insinuate, think, or was associated with anything ‘cute’. However he could not help but consider Harry, who was half naked with his glasses askew and hair messy, as cute.

Harry was all his, too.

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