Sacrifice

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The coughing had stopped.

In all, it had lasted a complete hour. Harry felt completely exhausted and was simply slumped on the bed, leaning against Sirius' side while the man gently ran his fingers through his hair. Dumbledore had gone somewhere with Madam Pomfrey, something about consulting an expert in curses at Saint Mungos. Severus had gone to search out Fenrir. With the sun having now risen and the full moon over, all thought it would be best to catch the werewolf on his way back to his and Harry's rooms instead of allowing him to get there only to discover his young mate was mysteriously absent.

"Still feeling a bit sore, kid?" Sirius asked in a hushed voice suddenly.

Harry simply gave a very tired little nod.

"Maybe Poppy will be able to give you something when the specialist from Saint Mungo's gives you the all clear." The man said optimistically as he gave the teenager's shoulders a small squeeze of reassurance.

Again, Harry nodded, though a small smile did play across his lips that time as well. Sirius really could be very nice to be around sometimes...

The Infirmary doors bursting open abruptly surprised both the males on the bed and they instantly looked over to them with wide eyes. Stalking in with an expression like an annoyed spree killer was Fenrir, completely naked and obviously having literally come straight from outside. Behind him, Snape was lingering by the doorway, smart enough to know that what was about to occur was not going to be pretty or particularly quiet.

"Can I not leave him alone with you lot for five fucking seconds without something going wrong?" The Alpha seethed angrily as he strode over to the bed with intense purpose.

Upon reaching the bed, he rather roughly shoved Sirius out of the way in order to get to Harry. The godfather was obviously not in the least happy with that and before Fenrir could begin to check over his pup, he was distracted by an angry Sirius.

"Just what the hell do you think you're doing? Barging in like that!"

Fenrir had turned on Sirius in an instant and seized the man by the collar of his shirt with just one hand. "You do not want to start with me right now. I am not in the mood for your crap."

Sirius looked absolutely livid and opened his mouth to reply...

"Please don't fight," Harry's weak voice suddenly stopped both men dead and they turned to look at the sickly teenager in the bed. "Later on, you can fight then, but for now, please, at least just ignore each other."

"Harry's quite right." Dumbledore's voice suddenly said and all looked to see he had entered the room with Madam Pomfrey and also a very ill and worn looking Remus. "Tensions are running high right now, but we must all remember to keep our composure, if only so that Harry is not aggravated any further."

Fenrir didn't say anything to that but he did give a dark sneer. He turned it onto Sirius before carelessly pushing the man away. Sirius did well to catch his balance and staggered back a mere three paces before he managed to stop himself. He sent an absolutely murderous glare in the Alpha's direction but it went completely unnoticed.

Fenrir's attention was well and truly focussed on Harry. He was leaning in as close as he could to the boy and had the small face cupped between both of his hands as he peered at it intently. Then, shocking everyone but Harry and Severus, he asked in a surprisingly gentle voice: "What's the matter, Pup?"

"I believe I can answer that for you, Mr Aberwyst." Madam Pomfrey spoke up then, making her way swiftly towards the bed the teenager was situated on.

Fenrir gave a light grunt, obviously doubting just how well his question was about to be answered, as he settled on the bed beside Harry, immediately hefting the boy to sit on his lap rather than beside him. As they got comfortable, Severus and Remus moved further into the room. While Severus moved over to stand by Harry's bed (Fenrir did nothing more than send the man a short look), Remus moved to stand beside Sirius, offering both silent support and a hand to hold the man back in case he lost his temper completely.

"After consulting with the expert at Saint Mungo's, I believe we've come to the most logical and likely conclusion." The woman continued and then turned her attention onto Harry. "You've never actively used magic before, have you Mr Potter?"

Harry simply shook his head.

"What we believe has happened is a side effect of that neglect to use magic." The woman revealed. "Magic is an intrinsic part of you, Mr Potter; it is there to be used and when it is not, it builds up to an extent where it becomes uncontrollable and behaves in strange and unusual ways. Because you have never used your magic, or have only had the occassional burst with accidental use, it found another pathway out of your body. Am I correct in assuming you touched Professor Snape's left forearm moments before you passed out?"

"Yes, I...I kissed it." Harry admitted with a light blush of embarrassment.

"That explains why your lungs and throat were affected. Your magic reacted to your innate desire to help Professor Snape and you somehow did the impossible of taking the dark magic from the Dark Mark into your own body. Once inside, the black magic solidified into the black blood you coughed up earlier."

There was a pause then as everyone was allowed a moment for the news to sink in. All the wizarding adults seemed completely awed by the entire idea, even Dumbledore seemed shocked by the news. Harry didn't really understand a word of it. Fenrir understood it and probably would've felt awed as well if not for the fact that a whole swirl of other emotions were consuming him: anger; worry; fear; frustration.

"So, what happens now?" Harry eventually asked when he thought it was clear that no one else was going to speak.

"Well, that's really up to you, Mr Potter." Madam Pomfrey revealed. "I'd like you to remain here for a few more hours, just in case you have more of the toxin to get out of your system. However, I'm more than happy to allow you to return to your rooms this afternoon unless, of course, you would feel more at ease here in the Infirmary where you'd be closer to medical attention should it be necessary."

"He'll go back to our rooms." Fenrir answered through a grunt before the teenager ever got the chance to open his mouth.

Although Harry obviously wasn't bothered by the fact the decision had been made for him, both Sirius and medi-witch immeditely pinned glares on the Alpha.

"She was talking to Harry." The black haired man pointed out angrily.

"And I was answering for him."

"It wasn't your decision to make!" Sirius insisted, his voice raising slightly.

"Sirius," Remus began in a pacifying manner. "Why don't you..."

"No, Remus," the other man immediately interrupted, obviously determined not to be stopped. "I've kept quiet about this situation long enough! That beast," and there he jabbed a harsh finger in Fenrir's direction, "is abusing my godson!"

Both Fenrir and Severus gave snorts of disbelief then as Harry just slumped a little more heavily against his Alpha and shook his head in slight despair.

"No one is abusing me, Sirius." Harry said in a quiet, long-suffering sort of way.

"You can't abuse the willing." Fenrir sneered, half trying to make his point, half trying to aggravate the godfather even further.

"He's only willing because you've forced him to be! Every time you rape..."

"You better watch your mouth, Black," Fenrir barked, moving Harry from his lap and immediately standing as he took offence to what was about to be said.

"Is that what you used to say to Harry before you finally beat him into submission?" Sirius shot at him.

Everyone seemed to move in a flash then. Within seconds of Fenrir moving forward, Severus had stepped in his path to block him. As Sirius went to move forward to meet the Alpha, Remus grabbed his arms to hold him back. Dumbledore moved to stand in between all of the men while Madam Pomfrey rushed to Harry's side, perhaps with the intention of protecting the boy should things get out of hand, or maybe to comfort him should he be upset by the quarrelling.

"You don't know what the fuck you're talking about, Black!" Fenrir snarled, his body language screaming his desire to lung at the man but the presence of Severus in front of him obviously acting as an effective reminder that violence would not go un-punished.

"You're honestly telling me you've never hit Harry then?" Sirius demanded.

Of course, Fenrir could deny no such thing because it had happened. Even if the occassional cuff around the ear when the boy had been young didn't count, there was the harsh slap he had delivered that terrible October when Harry had been thirteen. That smack was something Fenrir regretted bitterly, even to that day, and it obviously showed on his face because with that and the silence, Sirius got his answer and it obviously wasn't the one he was expecting.

"You fucking bastard!" The man practically screamed before he made to dash forward, easily breaking out of Remus' weak hold, his arm raised ready to strike a blow.

It was then that Severus moved from blocking Fenrir to stopping Sirius. With Remus' help, he held the man back, though it was a struggle to maintain the hold.

"Control yourself, Black!" The Potions Master grunted.

Sirius completely passed by the chance to take a dig at Severus, so consumed was he by his anger towards Fenrir. "If you ever lay a hand on my godson ever again, you god-damned son of a bitch..."

"That is enough!" Madam Pomfrey said then, her raised voice apparently quite effective at calming the situation down if only for a brief second, long enough for Sirius to be properly restrained. "Will you all please remember that there is a very ill minor sitting a mere foot away from you both! This is a place for the sick to heal, not a place for people such as yourselves to start a fist fight. If a fight is what you want, that's none of my business, but I will not allow it in my infirmary!"

A heavy silence lingered then and although Sirius still looked tense and ready to lurch forward at a moments' notice, he was no longer struggling against the hold of the two men either side of him. Fenrir, for his part, had calmed down considerably, no doubt sobered by the memory of that undeserved smack. He simply stood behind Dumbledore (who had moved to prevent any possible attack on Sirius) glaring hatefully at his mate's godfather.

For his part, Harry was simply rather bored by the confrontation. He was quite used to people arguing with Fenrir (the Alpha was a hard man to get along with after all) and he was well aware that Sirius in no way approved of his choice of mate. Plus, all the swearing was very unnecessary and the threats were idle. In his mind, it was all very childish, but then again, in many ways, Sirius was a very childish person, though that wasn't his fault. The man had barely been twenty when he had been locked away in Azkaban; he hadn't been given a chance to grow up.

Despite his youth, Harry took it upon himself to be the voice of reason and so shifted himself to sit up a little straighter before he spoke: "I think it would be best if everyone left for now."

"Harry..." Dumbledore began softly.

"No, Headmaster," the teenager said just as gently with a light shake of his head. "I'm tired, I'm sore, and all I want is to spend some time with my mate who I haven't seen in three days. By all means come back later, though only if you've all calmed down."

"Let's go, Sirius," Remus encouraged the other man as he carefully steered the man away. "We'll have some tea and talk things out..." His soothing words continued on until they were out of ear-shot, Sirius having left strangely calmly, perhaps cowed by both Madam Pomfrey and Harry's words.

"If you both consent Harry, I'll come to see you this evening." Severus said then, as he moved closer to the teenager once again.

A small smile curved Harry's lips then. "I'd like that."

A similar smile quirked the professor's lips then. He gave the boy's knee a few fond pats before he turned and left without a further word.

Harry's smile remained as he watched his friend leave. However, it faded when Severus was gone and the teenager turned his attention onto Dumbledore. The old man was standing there looking rather concerned and disappointed, no doubt because of the argument that had just taken place.

"Thank you for that Headmaster; I think your presence helped quite a bit."

Dumbledore offered a smile at that and patted the same knee Severus previously had. "You're most welcome, dear boy. Feel better soon." And with that said, the headmaster turned and quietly left the Infirmary.

With Madam Pomfrey having left at some point during the others leaving, Fenrir and Harry were finally left on their own. The teenager sagged against the adult heavily, his eyes closing and a tired sigh leaving him. Fenrir gave a light sigh of his own and leaned his head down to bury his lips in his young mate's hair.

"You stupid little pup," he growled, the affection and worry in his tone destroying any possible malice those words may have carried. "Can't leave you alone for a second, can I?"

Harry gave a very small chuckle. "No, you can't."

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In the end, it wasn't until the early evening that Harry made the decision to move back into his and Fenrir's rooms. He had waited until he felt he was strong enough to walk the distance on his own two feet as the last thing he wanted was for his Alpha to carry him through the school. Harry was no damsel in distress and he refused to be treated as such. So, he had lingered in bed, in the Infirmary, occassionally attempting to stand just to see how jelly-like his legs were. Only when he was completely sure of himself did he give Fenrir a wordless nod; time to get moving.

It was just as Harry was slipping his feet inside a pair of slippers (that Madam Pomfrey had insisted to be worn while in the Infirmary; something about germs apparently) the doors into the large room opened. The teenager lifted his head to look while Fenrir merely glanced over his shoulder, and both saw Severus and Remus and Sirius enter.

"We went to your rooms and you weren't there." Remus revealed, sounding a little worried.

"Well, that makes sense considering that we're here." Harry replied playfully, sounding quite a bit better than he had earlier in the day but his voice was still a little hoarse and weak.

"You feel able to return to your rooms now?" Severus summarised, though it left him in the form of a question.

"That's the plan." The teenager confirmed just as he noticed that Fenrir was remained strangely quiet; it would've been more in character for the Alpha to point out the obviousness of Severus' comment. Harry turned his head to look up at the man and was slightly worried to see that Fenrir had a hard glare pinned onto Sirius and it was being returned by the other man just as intensely.

Remus either noticed the glares as well or he noticed Harry's obvious worry. Whatever it was that prompted him, he rested a hand on Sirius' shoulder. "Remember what we just talked about?" He murmured quietly into the other man's ear.

Sirius' glare left Fenrir then, to fall to look off to the corner of the room. "Yeah." He grunted reluctantly.

Harry briefly wondered exactly what his godfather and Remus had spoken about but he thought it best not to actually ask the question. Instead, he simply took hold of Fenrir's arm in a silent assurance that he was ready to go. The Alpha remained as silent as his young mate as he started forward slowly at a pace that the teenager wouldn't struggle to keep up with.

As they passed the three adult wizards, the men all tagged on behind the two werewolves. Whatever Remus had said to Sirius had obviously been rather harsh as the black haired man made no sound of protest when Severus snagged the space to walk on Harry's free side. Sirius did send a small glare in the professor's direction but Snape easily answered it was a frosty sneer. That slight interaction between the two passed by the other males completely and so nothing more came of it.

It was just as the small group was approaching the Infirmary's doors that they opened very suddenly. They all stopped in surprise, but deep down expecting Dumbledore to be the one to come shuffling through to greet them. Therefore, they were even more surprised when it turned out not to be Dumbledore. Instead, it was Draco Malfoy. The blond teenager looked like the epitome of neutral and sophisticated grace, but then his eyes landed on Harry and that dissolved into clear concern in an instant.

"So the rumours are true!" He gasped as he came to stop right in front of Harry, Fenrir's presence apparently completely passing him by. "Everyone's talking about how you were in the Infirmary and it was serious; what is it? What's wrong?"

"I'm fine, really." Harry reassured him. "It was nothing more than a little blip."

A growl left Fenrir at hearing that and it finally prompted Draco to notice him. To the Malfoy's credit, he didn't run away screaming. He did visibly seem to flinch however and it was obvious he no longer felt so confident or sure of himself.

Harry felt a small swell of sympathy for the boy. "Uh, Draco, this is my Alpha." He revealed in an attempt to put the other teenager at ease.

Draco looked the man up and down a couple of times before muttered quite rudely; "Greyback."

That made everyone straighten up and take notice.

"How do you know?" Fenrir growled.

"There are certain things my father wanted me to know, for my own protection of course."

Sirius snorted in disbelief. "More like so you can spy for him. Right little Death Eater you're turning into."

Draco visibly bristled at that comment and Harry just wanted the world to end right then. This meeting of wizards from such completely different backgrounds and social circles was mere moments away from turning into a full out confrontation.

Severus obviously thought so too, because he chose that oppotunity to nip the meeting in the bud. "Perhaps it would be better to see Harry another time, Mr Malfoy." He advised very seriously, giving the blond teenager a pointed look.

Draco clearly got the message though he didn't look at all happy about it. He gave the two men a sneering look (no doubt emboldened by the presence of Severus and Remus and Harry) before turning his attention onto the other teenager. "Get well soon." He wished gently.

"Thank you."

The Malfoy smiled at the words of gratitude before his sneer returned. He shot Sirius and Fenrir one more harsh look before he turned and left the Infirmary, his shoes producing harsh clicks with each step he took.

When the blond teenager's presence was gone, it was Severus who broke the silence. "At least you can both agree on something." He muttered though was ignored by all.

"Why did he come to see you?" Fenrir demanded of Harry.

"You're to stay away from Malfoy, Harry, his family's dangerous!" Sirius warned straight afterwards.

"I know it is," Harry agreed quietly. "But I don't think Draco himself is dangerous."

Both adults seemed intent on continuing the discussion but Remus stepped in then and was the voice of reason. "Let's not argue about it now. It's been a hard day for us all. Perhaps in the morning we can talk, but for now let's just get Harry into bed and then all go back to our rooms."

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The suggestion was wise, no one could deny that and so no one did. Without further word, Fenrir started to guide Harry forward and the three wizards followed on behind them. They quietly left the Infirmary behind them and none of them spoke a word for the length of their journey.

For an entire week, Fenrir practically treated Harry like glass. He made sure his voice was lower than usual, he was very attentive to anything the teenager might've needed, and he had been a lot more cuddly as well. It was something Harry actually felt rather guilty about. The full moon had just ended after all, the first thing he and Fenrir usually did was have sex. They hadn't that time and that meant Fenrir was holding up a lot of pent up tension and all because he was wary (perhaps even afraid for) the teenager's condition.

That was something Harry was determined to change however. Even if it meant seducing the Alpha, Harry was going to get Fenrir to do what he wanted and needed to do. Of course, Harry hadn't really ever seduced Fenrir before so he was a bit unsure of exactly how to go about it. The fact that he had only just started to feel better didn't help the situation either. He was determined though, which was why he had already thoroughly prepared himself, giving him a rather pleasing-to-look-at erection, and was laying invitingly on the bed he shared with his Alpha, completely naked and obviously not ashamed of the fact.

However, when Fenrir came in and simply sneered, it wasn't exactly easy for Harry to maintain his confidence.

"Are you trying to catch your death?" The man muttered as he strode into the bedroom, shrugging off his robe to leave him as naked as the teenager.

"No, I was waiting for you." Harry revealed, his tone not betraying the sudden nerves he felt; he was terrified of Fenrir rejecting him. The Alpha was interested though, that much the teenager could tell, and that gave him a slight boost in confidence.

"You could've waited for me with your robe on."

"Not for what I want to do."

"And what would that be?"

"Don't you think that's obvious?" The teenager questioned as he arched his back and spread his legs a little wider.

"You want me to fuck you after you've been so ill?" Fenrir muttered, clearly disgusted by that idea.

"Don't fuck me then," Harry said quietly, coyly. "Make love to me."

Fenrir gave an angry grunt at that but said nothing, stubbornly turning his head away. His lower body was betraying what he really felt though and Harry could tell the man was interested.

Sighing lightly at his Alpha's stubborness, the teenager rolled off of the bed and stepped up to the man. Of course, Fenrir made no move to reach for him and so Harry took the initiative. He took hold of both of the adult's wrists to guide the large hands to settled on either side of his hips. Fenrir was clearly unimpressed but he didn't fight against the contact.

"I know you're not as uninterested as you're pretending to be." He murmured in a husky whisper.

"You're in no condition..."

"What's this, Fenrir? A crisis of conscience? A fine time to get one."

Fenrir's forehead creased in a frown then and his hands gripped Harry's hips tightly, the nails digging into the flesh. "Bloody Hell, Pup, you don't realise just how ill you were, do you?"

Harry's eyes softened at the genuine concern and fear that was in his lover's voice. He stepped closer, closing the gap between them, and wrapped his arms around the man's waist. Instantly, Fenrir's arms were around him in return. "The key word there is "were"," he murmured soothingly. "I'm fine now, Fenrir; can you say the same?"

"I won't hurt you again." Fenrir grumbled reluctantly.

"Then you won't." Harry said with a light smile. "I'm tougher than you think."

Perhaps Harry successfully wore him down, or perhaps Fenrir just got tired of denying himself something he clearly wanted. Either way, the Alpha wasted no more time in leaning down and capturing his young mate's lips in a kiss that could only be described as tender. It was nothing like any of their kisses before, not even the kisses they shared in the after glow. It was so incredibly gentle and was the sort of kiss Harry didn't even know Fenrir was capable of giving.

They moved back towards the bed slowly and awkwardly, Harry having to move along on tip-toes while Fenrir was stooped down quite low so they could maintain contact with their lips. When the backs of Fenrir's knees hit the bedside, their kiss broke as the man sat down on the edge of the mattress and brought Harry up to sit on his lap. Even as the teenager was being lifted, the boy had reached under and between them to grip the Alpha's already completely erect member. After giving the length several pleasurable strokes, Harry moved it to sit at his entrance before he slowly impaled himself on it as he sank to straddle his mate's lap.

Fenrir gave a deep, long groan as he was gradually swallowed by Harry's pulsing warmth. He couldn't deny how amazing it felt to be inside the teenager again after over a week and a half of nothing. However, if he was to be completely honest with himself, over that past week, he hadn't really felt at all in the mood. His entire being had gone cold the moment Snape had greeted him at the school's entrance with the news that Harry was unwell and had been coughing up black blood, and it was only at that moment, as he was further encased in tight molten heat, that he thought that the chill was starting to melt. Never had he felt more scared and helpless, never had he truly realised just how deeply his feelings for his pup ran...

"Fenrir," Harry breathed then, his voice already breathless and his face already flushed. "Move."

"Don't let me hurt you." The Alpha murmured in a tone he'd angrily deny he'd ever used in the morning.

"Don't worry, you can't." Was the only answer the boy gave before he leaned forward to seal their lips together again.

It wasn't long before the mates were lost in each other, their bodies undulating together in a slow and steady rhythm. It had never been so good. It had never been so tender or erotic. Fenrir rolled his hips and grasped Harry’s thighs tighter, coming close to piercing the creamy pale skin but really only doing enough to leave bruises in the morning. He slid deeper into his younger mate, a growled gasp escaping him as Harry unconsciously tightened his muscles around him.

Fenrir had never imagined that such a moment of quiet passion could be so arousing or feel so good. Not exactly better than the rough he usually prefered but just as good in a very different way. He was enchanted with the way Harry's expression seemed fixed as they made love (because that was what they were doing, for the first time ever). Mating with Harry had never just been about the rush of fucking or of finding release, it had always been about being closer to the teenager, but this was even more intense than normal. They were taking their time, and for Fenrir, this was really about pleasing his mate because he wanted to; he wanted to see the boy's face as he found the most intense release of his life; he wanted to show what he couldn't say himself.

He adored Harry, loved him desperately, and that was completely unconditional.

Fenrir found a rhythm that Harry apparently loved if the mewing sounds coming from him were any proof and so began to thrust a little harder. The teenager's eyes fluttered shut and he gave a soft cry as he undulated his body, moving with his Alpha's hips, pushing himself against the firmness as that firmness was pushed against him. Harry bit his lower lip lightly as shots of pleasure rushed through him as his prostate was found and nudged in a regular pattern.

Shifting slightly to try and get an angle that would be more comfortable for himself and yet still stimulate his mate's sweet spot, Fenrir tried rolling his hips slowly with a most gratifying result. A shiver of delight ran through Harry and he keened loudly. It made him lose his rhythm for a moment, but for Fenrir it was enough to simply see his mate lost in such pleasure. When the man thrust again, it prompted the teenager to whine low in his throat just as Fenrir dipped down to suckle the part of Harry's neck he knew drove the boy wild.

Harry’s head fell back and his mouth dropped open, his body moving as though it had a mind of its own. He had no conscious thought of what he was doing, all that was driving him was the instinct to get more pleasure, to achieve satisfaction, to get closer to Fenrir. The teenager tried to speed things up, tried to find that completion all the quicker, but Fenrir was nothing if not incredibly stubborn when he had made up his mind about something. The Alpha kept their pace slow and steady, deep movements in and out, not done for himself but only so that Harry would have melted into a sated puddle by the time they were finished.

“Uh, Fenrir...” Harry whispered breathlessly, his eyes opening just enough to show the tiniest hint of the ink green irisis behind.

Fenrir growled low in his throat at the sound of those two little words. He clenched his eyes shut and grit his teeth almost immediately after when his lover clenched around him. A much louder growl left the man then, one born partly from pleasure but also from frustration. Fenrir knew he was close and only getting closer, but he didn't want it yet. As much as he would hate himself for thinking it later, he wanted to reach his orgasm along with his pup; he wanted them to come together.

The Alpha sucked in a deep breath and never once let up with his slow and steady rhythm. Harry's eyelids fluttered and his mouth was open in a perminant gasp, or perhaps a scream. Then, at a particularly pleasurable thrust, one word left the boy, one word filled with nothing but love and adoration and complete devotion. It made Fenrir growl in pleasure and he cast aside his rhythm for a mere moment to plunge himself into Harry all the way to his root, conntecting them as deeply as was humanly possible.

At that thrust, Harry completely lost himself in the movement of their bodies. He forgot their rhythm and simply let his body move of its own accord; his eyes were squeezed shut; and his mouth twisted open into a grimace of pure pleasure. His legs quivered under Fenrir’s tight grasp and simply the strain of the position which would no doubt leave him sore in the morning. The teenager was right on the edge and looked as though he was floating somewhere between pleasure and agony, even more so when one of Fenrir's massive hands came down to fondle the previously neglected erection. Harry whined in tortured bliss moments before he tilted his head down to seal his lips against his Alpha's. Their tongues met and clashed immediately, their pace quickening as the slippery muscles duelled and intertwined. It stole what little oxygen they both still had in their lungs and they were soon forced to separate. Their faces didn't move far though. Harry remained leaning forward, his forehead moving to rest on Fenrir's shoulder as he moved his legs to wrap around Fenrir's thick waist, giving him better leverage to force himself down onto the thick length inside of him.

Fenrir gradually became louder and louder as he neared his completions. Harsh pants and growled groans rushed out of his mouth. Moments later, Harry abruptly cried out, almost sobbing as his body shook, his orgasm rushing through his being powerfully, leaving his body through the ropes of hot seed that spattered onto his mate's chest. From then, he was limp as Fenrir dropped him to lay on his back and pounded into him like a man possessed. It looked rough, it looked violent, it could even have been mistaken for rape in its intensity and Harry's lack of reaction, but it was hard to think it just a coincidence that Fenrir found his completion at the exact same time as Harry reached to link his fingers with the hand of the Alpha closest to him. The man roared in satisfaction as he flooded his young mate's channel, his leg muscles quivering from the strain and his heart pounding through his chest so hard that Harry would've sworn he could actually hear it.

To Fenrir's credit, he didn't collapse and crush Harry. Despite his trembling limbs, he was able to keep himself up. As he rode out the last of his orgasm, his hips thrusting until every last ounce was milked from him, he leaned forward, supporting his weight on his arms, and pressed his lips to Harry again, this time in a much more tender and simpler kiss, like the one they had started out with. Thin, weak arms came up to wrap around the man's neck. Even when the kiss intensified slightly, a suckle to the boy's soft bottom lip and a swipe of the tongue across the smaller tougue, both remained lazy and saited.

The stress of that past week and the enthusiasm both males had shown in their love-making meant that both were falling asleep before they really knew it. Before too long, Fenrir had rolled to the side to lay down, dragging the teenager with him. They settled in their favourite sleeping position, with Fenrir laying on his back and Harry laying face down on his chest. They had barely settled themselves before both were fast asleep.

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End of Chapter 23.
Yay, smex XD
Right, I have now officially planned all my chapters. That means, as long as I've correctly predicted how long every event is going to take, this story will be 41 chapters long. Currently, I've written up to Chapter 34 and I'm about half way through Chapter 35 (and for those of you who were offended, I've almost finished the scene where Harry's taught why the term "coloured" is offensive). So, if everything goes according to plan, I should have this finished in fourteen more weeks (since I usually manage to finish 1 chapter every fortnight). And, as I always do, once I have everything completely pre-written, I'll bump up the update frequency.

Review replies!

vaire
I'm glad you enjoyed ut :) And yes, I know it was rather evil of me but I hadn't had any really decent cliffies for a while and I thought it was about time for one :D

Sirin Black
Fenrir biting Harry wouldn't make him any more werewolf than he is at the moment (why will be explained eventually, I swear XD). And I can not imagine Sev ever agreeing to be a werewolf, even for Harry.

DragonStar01
Glad to hear it; better to be excited than annoyed XD

darkpyroangel06
I was hoping it was a twist that was going to surprise a lot of people and it looks like I've succeeded in that :D I'm glad I was able to surprise you especially since it seems you're so hard to surprise. And finally, someone understands what I'm trying to do with Sirius! Most people either just hate him or they have a go at me 'cause they feel sorry for how I'm treating him -.-

Kuromei
Oh well, no one will be able to stop you from the premature wrinkles now XD I'll be sure to send you some wrinkle cream in my next reply ^_^

Kati-chan
Y'know...I have an idea for a story with Harry and lots of different partners...And I think it has a pretty decent plot as well! O.o Dunno if anything will ever come of it though XD
As you can see, you were basically right about what Harry did and now he's fine, even well enough for a bit of smut with our favourite Alpha ^_^

ReeseCraven
There's no "s"? Really? *scurries off to check the Harry Potter Lexicon* Well, what d'ya know, it is! Many sorries for that, I'll try and remember from now on ^_^;

Rokkis
Finally, someone who isn't a total Sirius fan-girl XD I've never understood why people are so in love with him. I mean, okay, so he does love Harry, but he only loves him because he's James' son. So, I totally agree with you and rest assured that Harry and Sirius will never be as close as Harry and Sev are.

I have nothing more to say for this time so I bid you all farewell. Take care all and I'll see you again in a fortnight.

Hugs
Dream