Sacrifice

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Two weeks of nights full of screams and terror later and both Fenrir and Harry had had enough. Neither were getting enough sleep and both were getting rather worried about the teenager's state of mental health. However, while Harry wanted to ignore his problem in the desperate hope that said problem would simply go away, Fenrir was determined to take a more direct approach. That was way that morning, after once again being woken by a frightened scream from his young mate, the Alpha had literally slung the boy over his shoulder and carried him up to Dumbledore's office.

An hour later and they were still in that office along with the headmaster, Sirius, Remus, and Severus. They had established the likely cause of the problem (a connection with Voldemort) but then their discussions of what exactly was to be done had long since stopped being a discussion. Instead, it had turned into an argument. While both Sirius and Severus tried to plead the case of teaching Harry Occulmency, Fenrir heatedly argued against it, his voice getting louder and louder as he became increasingly frustrated with the situation.

"You're all out of your fucking minds if you seriously think I'm going to let him go through that!" The Alpha barked angrily.

"It's Harry's best chance of fighting whatever connection it is he shares with the Dark Lord." Severus insisted, managing to retain some form of patience but it was very clearly wearing thin; at least he was still sitting in his chair.

"You can't make this decision for him!" Sirius exclaimed heatedly, much more aggitated than Severus and he was up on his feet, having many minutes ago stood from his seat.

"I'm not, he'd say the same thing I would! And even if he didn't, he's just a pup, how the hell does he know what you're all trying to do to him!"

"Don't call him that!" Sirius suddenly yelled. "He's not an animal!"

"Do try and focus on the problem at hand, Black, instead of obsessing over minor details." Severus said sneeringly.

"Mind your own damn business, Snivellous; fuck knows what it's got to do with you."

"I care for Harry's welfare."

"You care about trying to shag him because you never got close to shagging Lily!"

Things completely erupted then as Severus stood from his seat and returned every insult with one of his own. As each abuse was hurled, Harry slid further and further down in his seat, feeling absolutely terrible. He had always hated raised voices and arguments; he was basically in his own little hell at that moment. And, apparently, not one person noticed...

"Harry?" The gentle voice of Remus came from beside him then.

Harry turned his head very slightly and looked to his fellow werewolf who was leaning a little closer with an expression of concern on his face.

"Are you all right?"

"I'm fine." Harry assured a little weakly as he let his head returned to its previous position and his gaze fell back to his lap.

"Is this all getting a bit much for you?" Remus questioned gently.

"A bit." The teenager admitted quietly.

The man sighed and sent a glance to the three men who were still arguing. He then looked to Dumbledore who was occupied with watching the arguing men with an unreadable expression on his face. It was obvious that the confrontation was not going to stop anytime soon and that the headmaster wasn't going to make it stop.

"Shall we go outside for some air?" The sandy haired man suggested quietly.

"I don't think I should..." Harry murmured even though the idea of getting out of that room sounded divine.

"I imagine Greyback's too occupied with the argument to really notice." Remus assured.

The teenager doubted that, but Remus' concern for him made him feel a little better despite the fact the sounds of arguing were still the loudest sounds in the room. He also doubted they would get very far before they were stopped, but Harry gave a small nod nonetheless; if nothing else it would probably at least pause the arguing. Remus gave him an understanding smile and patted him on the shoulder before he stood from his seat. Harry stood a moment later, and within a second, all raised voices in the room were silenced.

"Where are you going?" Fenrir immediately demanded.

"Harry and I are going to go out to get some air and to get away from the noise." Remus explained calmly.

"Like hell you are." The Alpha and made his way over to Harry to seize the boy's shoulder.

"Harry can't leave, it's him we're trying to help." Sirius spoke then.

"Does he really need to be here when you're simply talking about him, rather than to him?" Remus asked pointedly. "No one's said a word to him since Severus explained exactly what it is he plans to teach him. None of you have asked his opinion, none of you have asked him if he's already made a decision of his own, no one has even asked if he has any questions he wants answered. Harry may be young, but he knows his own mind and can make his own choices."

"All right then," the boy's godfather agreed. "Harry, what do you want to do?"

Harry was rather surprised with just how quickly he was expected to give an answer. He wondered for a brief moment whether he needed to think of an actual reason, or whether he'd get away with a simple refusal. When the heavy silence in the room got gradually heavier, however, the teenager thought it best to simply give his answer without worrying about justifying himself at that moment.

"I now know that not everyone who uses magic is a bad person, and I know that magic itself is not necessarily a bad thing." He started calmly but then his voice got stronger towards the end of the sentence. "However, I still have no interest in learning of it."

"But Harry..." Sirius immediately tried to protest.

"No, Sirius," Remus cut in then. "It's Harry's decision. If he's not comfortable with learning magic then he shouldn't be pushed into it, it wouldn't be fair."

"I'm sure an alternative to Occulmency can be found." Severus said then, finally rejoining the conversation. "You must help us though, Harry. You can't suffer in silence anymore."

Harry nodded a little. "All right."

"Ah, isn't that good then?" Dumbledore suddenly said, sounding far too cheerful in Harry's mind. "Everything's all sorted out. I see no reason to keep any of you any longer; go off and enjoy your Saturday."

It was an abrupt dismissal but it was certainly a welcome one. Harry wanted nothing more than to dash from the room, escaping it and the situation he had just endured. However, before he left, he felt the need to thank the school's DADA professor.

"Remus," he said quietly, stopping the man when he was half out the room but not seeming to alert anyone else. "Thank you for sticking up for me, and for stopping Sirius giving me a hard time about my choice."

Remus offered a warm smile at that and gave the teenager's shoulder a few solid pats. "You're welcome Harry. But, if you really want to thank me, then promise you'll stop bottling everything inside. We're all here to help you; if you feel like you can't talk to one person, there are still others who you can turn to."

Harry beamed a happy smile up at the older werewolf. "Thanks." He said again and, acting on the spur of the moment, gave Remus a quick squeeze of a hug. No time was allowed for Remus to return the gesture before Harry was away again, hurrying from the room to catch up to his Alpha.

Strangely, Fenrir hadn't waited for Harry. In fact, it wasn't until the headmaster's office was far behind them and they were quite close to their rooms that Harry finally caught up with the man. Immediately, the teenager could tell that his mate was in a bad mood. That was quite predictable though, considering where they had just come from and what had just happened. Harry was sure he'd be able to cheer the man up, however, and so he broke into a run to close the remaining distance between them, jumping onto his Alpha's back playfully upon reaching him.

Something very unexpected happened then however. Instead of accepting the sudden weight or even just tolerating it, Fenrir flat out rejected it. None too gently he reached behind himself and forced Harry off of his back. The teenager gave a noise of protest as he was made to lose his grip very suddenly. He fell to the floor with a heavy thump and he gave a groan of pain as his tail bone was bruised.

"Fenrir!" Harry scolded, his voice slightly raised but no where near a shout. "What the hell?"

"Not now, I'm not in the mood." The man grunted.

"There's no need to take it out on me." The teenager muttered as he picked himself up and dusted off the back of his robe.

"Why don't you go whine like a bitch to your new pack mate rather than piss me off with it?" Fenrir shot nastily.

Harry had to think for a moment before he realised what his Alpha was talking about. "Wait, you mean Remus? What makes you think I've taken him on as a pack mate?"

"You were disgustingly close with him just now, his hands all over you, trying to get across your opinion."

Harry's jaw literally dropped and he stared at the man in complete and utter shock. "You're...Not seriously jealous, are you?" He asked, not quite believing the words even as he spoke them. He knew though, even with Fenrir's silence, that he was right on the mark. "Oh c'mon, Fenrir, this is ridiculous! He was simply doing what no one else would!"

"Stick his oar in..."

"Stick up for me!" Harry cut his Alpha off angrily. "While you were busy throwing your weight around and trying to force everyone to see things your way, Remus was the only one who noticed how I was feeling, who cared what I was thinking and what I wanted. Perhaps if you had paid a little less attention to being right and a little bit more on me and what I thought, Remus wouldn't have had the chance to comfort me and I wouldn't have had to accept that comfort!"

It was another one of those times when Harry regretted his words almost immediately after he had finished saying them. Even if Fenrir hadn't been in a mood, blaming the man for anything was a definite mistake. With the Alpha in his current strop...Well, Harry quickly braced himself for whatever cutting remark he was about to be punished with.

Harry wasn't sure what sort of reaction he was expecting or even what sort he was dreading the most. When it finally came though, it cut him deep. It wasn't even said in a particularly loud voice, it was just the way it was said and, indeed, the actual words.

Fenrir stepped right up to the teenager, so their faces were inches apart. "The next time you wake up in the middle of the night screaming, Lupin can be the one to comfort you," he seethed in a furiously calm voice, spitting out the word "comfort" as though it was dirty. "Because I won't be there with you." And with that, he straightened up and stormed past Harry.

"Fenrir..." Harry tried weakly, an attempt at pacifying the man.

The slam of the portrait roughly moving back into place was the only answer he got however. The teenager sighed and rubbed his eyes; what a morning it had been.

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Harry sighed lightly as he idly flicked through a random book he had found on a random shelf in the school's library. It was hard to really focus on anything with Fenrir words still hanging heavily on his mind. He knew the Alpha was simply frustrated, perhaps even a little frightened, but the teenager couldn't deny that his mate's words had run deep. Was there any truth to them? He didn't think so; his relationship with Remus was no more significant from his relationships with any other wizard. And then there was the issue of whether Fenrir really did think Harry didn't need him anymore, because if that truly was what the man thought, Harry knew he had gone terribly wrong somewhere. Out of everyone he was close to, he needed Fenrir the most; Fenrir was his love, Fenrir was his world...

"Excuse me," a female voice suddenly came from beside Harry and he immediately glanced up to see a girl around his age with an armful of books, obviously needing to get past.

"Oh, sorry!" He replied quickly, immediately stepping out of her way.

"Thank you." She said politely and started to edge by him.

Harry watched her for a moment before he decided that she was still struggling. "Um, would you like some help?"

"Oh, no, I can manage." The girl declined politely and almost immediately dropped several books.

The half-werewolf was crouching down in a second, gathering the dropped books for the witch. Once he had them all and stood back up, he saw that the girl was looking rather sheepish and had an embarrassed blush heating her cheeks.

"Thank you." She said once again, sounding far more shy this time.

"Don't mention it." Harry said before he too became slightly shy. "I'm, um, Harry by the way."

"Um, yes, yes I know." The girl replied. "I'm Hermione Granger."

"It's nice to meet you, Hermione."

"Likewise. I've seen you around the school before, but never in the library..." She trailed off, obviously not knowing quite how to finish that sentence.

"I've only been in here once or twice before and it's usually been late in the evening when curfew's active." He explained before he paused for a moment as something came back to him. A look of surprised realisation crossed his face then and if his arms hadn't been full of books he would have pointed. "You're the girl with the kneazle!"

Hermione blinked in surprise. "Pardon?"

"The first time I came to the library I saw you. You were leaning over to pick up your kneazle, Ron was with me at the time..."

"Ron? As in Ron Weasley?"

"Yes, that's right. You know him?"

The girl blushed a little again. "We're both in Gryffindor and in the same Year group."

"Ah, so that's why he blushed when he saw you!"

"What!" Hermione gasped, her blush darkening.

Harry practically cackled in glee. "Aww, that's so cute that he likes you!" He grinned playfully. "And I think a certain Miss Granger likes him too?"

The girl spluttered slightly at that, obviously having no idea what to say.

The reaction only made Harry laugh all the harder. Once he'd calmed down a little, he playfully nudged the other teenager with his hip. "You know, Hermione, I think we're going to become great friends."

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Indeed, not an hour later and Harry's prediction had come true. He and the teenage witch got on like a house on fire and had actually had to leave the library after being glared at for giggling too much. That was when they had headed outside, found a bench, and continued to talk away as though they had been friends for a thousand years.

"That's incredible!" Hermione gasped after hearing Harry recall the time he and Fenrir had defended their territory from the pack of enemy werewolves. "How in Merlin's name did you survive?"

"Luck of the location really. That and being determined not to let myself get too freaked out. It really was only because of the trees though. If not for that, I wouldn't have escaped."

"My, it sounds like a completely terrifying way to live. But I get the feeling you miss it rather, don't you?"

Harry was a little speechless at that and looked away quickly. "What makes you think that?"

"Your eyes really lit up when you were talking about it and it was almost like you were reliving the excitement. I imagine life here at Hogwarts must be quite boring for you after all of that."

"Oh, I don't know about that." The boy said a little nervously, trying his best to ignore the black figure he could suddenly once again see out of the corner of his eyes.

Hermione, however, seemed to notice his discomfort and followed his eye-line. "What is it?" She asked, concerned when she saw nothing herself.

"Doesn't matter." Harry said with a forced cheerfulness. "Oh, didn't you say you had a meeting with one of your teachers before lunch? Surely you need to make a move for it."

"Yes, I suppose I do." The girl sighed, obviously realising that Harry was now rather on edge and so wanted their meeting to end sooner rather than later. "Are you doing anything for lunch?"

Harry shook his head.

"Perhaps we could spend it together then?" She requested a little shyly.

Harry offered a smile that put her at ease immediately however. "I'd love to. Meet you by the Great Hall?"

"All right." Hermione practically beamed before she turned to hurry away. "See you later!" She called behind her, obviously over-joyed with the arrangements with her new friend.

"Bye." Harry offered, giving a small wave.

The half-werewolf watched until the girl was out of sight before he decided to head in himself; it was January in Scotland after all and it wasn't warm enough to be outside really. Plus, there was the eerie figure he could still see just out of the corner of his eyes. He hoped that perhaps going inside would allow him to escape the sight.

It did, indeed, work and the strange shadow didn't follow him. However, he was then stuck on where exactly he could go next. He still felt the need to be on his own, he knew he wasn't up to listening to a bunch of I-told-you-soes or answering questions about what exactly had happened. To be on his own, that was what Harry needed at that moment and what better place to be alone than in his and Fenrir's rooms? After all, the Alpha probably wasn't going to be there and neither was anyone else, it would be perfect.

Unfortunately, Harry had barely made it halfway there before he had turned a corner and come across the form of Draco Malfoy. The blond's face immediately lit up the moment he saw the other teenager and Harry had to quickly resign himself to the fact he wasn't going to escape without some sort of conversation with the boy. It wasn't that he was particularly wary of Draco anymore, it was just that he wasn't really in the mood for a conversation with anyone.

"Hello Harry." The blond greeted him happily when they were within speaking distance to each other.

"Hello Draco." Harry returned with a slightly forced smile.

"We haven't seen each other since before Christmas," Draco noted as he came to a stop uncomfortably close to the half-werewolf (in the half-werewolf's opinion that is). "How have you been?"

"Oh, well, you know, can't complain."

Draco obviously wasn't convinced. "Are you sure? You know, Harry, if there's something bothering you, something you feel like you can't talk to an adult about, you can always come to me. I'll always be willing to listen to you, and even if I can't offer any help or advice, at least it'll get things off of your chest."

Harry felt genuingly touched by that kindness and he offered a true smile. "You're very kind, Draco, even when I've treated you with nothing but suspicion."

"It can't be helped that people have poured poison about me in your ear."

"They only want to protect me." The dark haired boy murmured, feeling the need to defend those who were close to him.

"I didn't mean it in a nasty way." Draco assured gently. "So, is there something you'd like to talk about?"

Harry seriously considered the offer. A part of him did want to talk/rant to someone, preferably someone who wasn't going to simply slag off Fenrir because they didn't like him. He didn't for a moment believe that Draco actually liked Fenrir but he doubted the blond would voice that dislike; he seemed far too polite for that really. So, just maybe, the Malfoy would be a good person to talk things out with...

"What's going on here?"

Harry nearly groaned out loud at the sound of his godfather's voice. He turned to see that the man had come up just behind him and was glaring with clear dislike at Draco. To the Slytherin's credit, he didn't seem at all phased by the hostility. In fact, he was giving back as good as he got, scowling at the older male with equal intensity.

"Sirius..." The dark haired teenager attempted to pacify quickly.

His effort was lost, however, when the man completely ignored him and stepped in front of him, shielding him from Draco's sight. "Push off." Sirius said very rudely to the Malfoy.

The blond sneered at him. "I believe I was here first, and I also believe you are interrupting a conversation. Perhaps you should be the one to push off."

Sirius leaned in a little closer then and spoke in a quiet, threatening manner. "You don't push off and I'll show you why they locked me in Azkaban for fourteen years."

Draco actually looked a little wary at that and it was clear he no longer wanted to stand and fight. After shooting Harry one last look, the blond turned and walked away, his pace not hurried but not exactly casual either. Harry watched his friend go a little sadly for a moment before he shot his godfather a hard look.

"Was that really necessary?"

"Why do you hang around with that Malfoy? He's such a little weed."

"Because, unlike almost every other man I know, he's not a slave to his testosterone." Harry muttered as he turned to walk away, in no mood to deal with Sirius' childishness. He had not taken more than a step before his wrist was caught however, and he turned to see his godfather had a clearly apologetic expression on his face.

"Can we talk?" The man requested, suddenly sounding rather timid.

Harry sighed. He was a sucker for weak expressions on those he cared about and despite everything he did care for Sirius. There would be no turning his godfather down, not when the man looked as pathetic as he did at that moment.

"Your rooms then?" Harry asked, not even pretending with himself that he was going to try to refuse the request.

Sirius' face immediately brightened at that and he shifted his grip on Harry's wrist so he was holding the teenager's hand instead. He then promptly began to lead the teenager away, in the direction that would take them to the rooms he shared with Remus. Although it was slightly cringeworthy to be holding his godfather's hand, Harry didn't fight the contact and their hands remained joined right up until the teenager was made to sit down on the sofa in the DADA professor's rooms. Sirius sat down on the armchair to Harry's left but then there was nothing for several lingering moments.

Eventually, it was Sirius who spoke first. "I just wanted to apologise," he murmured rather self-consciously. "I didn't mean to push the Occulmency subject so hard."

"It's all right." Harry murmured.

"It's just, I can't think of any other way to help you and I do want to help you, Harry. Despite everything I say and do, I care about you a lot, I just want you to be safe and happy. You've got to help me understand though," the man practically pleaded. "Why won't you give Occulmency a try? Sni...Snape'll be the one teaching it to you, and you like Snape, don't you?"

"Of course."

"Then I don't understand the problem! Occulmency is the easiest option, it could cure the problem and I don't understand why you're so against. Please, help me understand, Harry."

Harry sighed lightly and began to think of how best to explain his feelings and opinions on the subject. It was complicated and he wasn't sure where to begin. So, he started off slowly, obviously trying to put his thoughts in order even as he spoke.

"Magic...It's a part of my life, and a part of me, I know that. I have the capacity to learn magic, I've used accidental magic in the past, but still it's a foreign concept to me. I have seen very little good come of magic and I don't want to learn how to use something so dangerous."

"But Occulmency..." Sirius tried to protest.

"Is magic all to do with the mind, isn't it?" Harry interrupted him quickly. "Do you really expect me to start off a magical education with something that involves tampering with something as private and essential as my mind?"

His godfather studied him for a second before a frown crossed his face. "This isn't just Greyback talking is it?" He asked sharply.

Harry rolled his eyes. "As shocking as it may be, Fenrir doesn't control my every thought. He's always encouraged me to form my own opinions on things and not to take his biased opinions into account. I know you don't think much of Fenrir, but he really isn't the ogre you seem to believe he is."

"If you knew the things I do about him..."

"I imagine I know everything you do and no doubt more." The teenager interrupted for the second time. "His past and his faults make him who he is, and I wouldn't change that for anything."

Sirius gave a tired sigh then and gave his godson a reluctantly impressed look. "You're just like your father; he wouldn't stand to hear a bad word said about anyone he cared about."

Harry smiled at that before giving a more pointed look. "Now, are we going to change the subject or am I going to be leaving now?"

The man obviously thought about that, perhaps trying to decided whether he wanted to risk pushing with the Occulmency subject. In the end, however, his doubts seemed to get the better of him and he played safe. "So," he started with a cheerful smile. "How's that red haired friend of yours?"

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"Where've you been?"

The greeting was unexpected and therefore it made Harry jump a little. His heart was still racing when he turned his head slightly and saw the figure of Fenrir standing in the doorway of their bedroom. It was immediately apparant that although the man had calmed since the last time Harry had seen him, he was still obviously tense and that meant he was still in a relatively bad mood.

"I've been with Sirius and Remus since just after lunch." Harry answered easily, knowing that wasn't going to make Fenrir's mood any better but also refusing to lie.

Indeed, the news did nothing for the Alpha's mood and the man gave a low growl of displeasure. "Is there something going on with you and Lupin?" He demanded.

"Oh yes, because I've suddenly developed a taste for sickly-looking babysitters." Harry grunted sarcastically before he gave Fenrir a pointed look. "I though you knew me better than that."

Another growl left Fenrir then and he lurched forward to seize Harry's upper right arm in a tight hold. "And how am I supposed to know you when you don't tell me anything?" He all but barked. "Three weeks I watched you suffer, held you while you sobbed. I asked you constantly what was the matter, and every time you said you were okay, that everything was fine. And then you run to that mutt for comfort. Why?"

Harry gave a light sigh. When put that way, he could understand why Fenrir was frustrated and jealous. He just hadn't wanted to trouble the man, though he could now see that not saying anything had probably troubled the Alpha even more. And the only reason he had accepted comfort from Remus was because the man had offered it when he had needed it most. Anyone could've offered it and he would accepted it at that moment.

Sighing again, the teenager leaned forward so his weight rested against the solid form of his lover. "I love you." He murmured.

"That doesn't answer my question!" Fenrir snapped angrily, pushing the slighter form away from his body again and then holding him at arms length.

"Yes it does." Harry disagreed. "I so didn't want to trouble you, I didn't want to make you worry, that's why I didn't say anything whenever you asked me. And when we were in Dumbledore's office, with all the yelling and the pressure, I just wanted to leave, preferably with you but anyone would've done." He paused then and looked up to meet Fenrir's gaze with sad eyes. "I'm sorry I made you feel this way. Looking back, I can see it was stupid and completely illogical, I'd take it back if I could and tell you everything the first time you asked."

It was Fenrir's turn to sigh then as he pulled the teenager back into his arms, holding him firmly against his chest. "Silly pup." He grumbled lowly, leaning down to bury his face in the wild strands of dark hair.

"I know." Harry murmured before he pulled away just enough so he could tilt his head and look back to his lover's face. "Forgive me?"

"Don't do it again." Was all Fenrir grunted before he leaned down and sealed their lips together in a kiss.

Relief instantly swept through Harry like a soothing wave. Everything was okay again, things were sorted, and he and Fenrir could go back to normal. However, when he felt a large hand grip the back of his head and his mate's knee move between his legs to knead into his crotch, he knew that things were getting too back to normal. Usually, he would've submitted to the adult immediately, but he had promised Sirius and Remus to spend the rest of the evening with them and if he didn't turn up, they could possibly come looking for him and find...

"Fenrir, wait..." Harry tried to protest, pulling away from the kiss and weakly attempting to wriggle out of the man's arms, managing to at least turn around in them. "We can't..."

“Why not?" Fenrir growled, pulling the teenager back and holding him tightly to his chest, his hands resting on the flat stomach. The man trailed his lips up the length of his mate's neck and then darted his tongue out to gently lick at the back of the small ear. “Isn't that what falling outs are for? So you can make up afterwards?" He asked, his warm breath making goosebumps rise on Harry’s skin.

Harry's thoughts left him briefly as the lick to his ear and the puff of breath made him shiver and go a little cross-eyed. “Nnn,” he moaned rather uselessly as he started to melt back against his Alpha's body. "But I told Sirius I'd meet him..." He mumbled half-heartedly.

“I'm more important than him.” Fenrir smirked as he gently scratched the fingernails of his right hand upwards over Harry’s clothed body, trailing up his neck, and around the edge of his jaw until his hand was cupping the side of the boy’s face in a manner that was almost tender. He gently made Harry turn his head to the side so their gazes could meet. "Aren't I?" He asked, his tone arrogant as though he already knew the answer; in all truth, he probably did.

And Harry couldn't deny it. He'd sooner spend an evening with Fenrir than his godfather any day. It was slightly annoying that he couldn't deny it, he so wanted to if only to wipe the arrogant smirk of his Alpha's face. Before he could even speak, however, Fenrir leaned down and pressed their lips together, his tongue immediately sliding into the boy's mouth, feeling the soft, velvety insides of the cheeks and the moist, warm tongue. Fenrir's left hand came to rest on Harry's stomach, gently holding the slighter form more tightly against himself. Harry brought his hands to rest on top of the large one on his abdomen as he allowed himself to get lost in their kiss.

After they had remained joined for lingering minutes, Fenrir suddenly moved his arms underneath Harry so he could sweep the boy off of his feet in a bridal hold and promptly carry him into their bedroom. Their kiss had to end during the carrying process (it was far too awkward to maintain the contact while in their respective positions) but the moment Harry had been dropped onto the bed, they were together again, their lips coming together almost desperately, as though the time separated had been painful.

Harry groaned as their lips parted. He didn't complain otherwise, however, as he was distracted by Fenrir gripping his left wrist and guiding it over to the side. The teenager's eyes popped open just in time to see and feel his fingers being dipped into the pot of lubricant that Fenrir had somehow managed to retrieve without him even noticing.

The Alpha leaned down to peck another kiss to Harry's lips before he drew back quickly and reasped in the small ear: "Prepare yourself."

The teenager's heart fluttered at that command and he shifted to obey, moving just enough so he could move his slicked up fingers to his entrance, the back of his robe being hitched up around his waist for him. As he did that, Harry felt one of Fenrir’s large hands run down his front, the nails scraping over the material lightly, all the way down to where the hem of the hitched-up robe was just rested over the boy's growing erection. Then, just as the first finger slipped inside Harry, Fenrir began to massage his mate’s erection through the fabric of the robe, using the heel of his palm.

Harry groaned again and was torn between pushing backwards against his finger and pushing forwards to get more contact with Fenrir's hand. In the end, he went for pushing back on his finger. A light sigh of delight left him just before he added a second finger and started to thrust just that little bit deeper. It wasn't long before he had added a third finger as well. He was well used to such things after all and it never took long to prepare himself.

"Hurry up." Fenrir grunted nonetheless, emphasising his words by increasing the pressure he kneaded his mate's erection with.

"I'm, uh!" Harry gasped as he touched his prostate suddenly. "I'm almost there." He assured, getting the words out on his second attempt. His thrusts increased to sharp jabs then and he scissored his fingers as he dragged them back out. The teenager did that several times before he removed his fingers with a gasp. "Ready." He panted desperately.

"Oil me up then." The Alpha growled, his voice thick with arousal.

Harry gave him a look of disbelief even as he reached for the pot of oil. "Why didn't you do it while I was doing that?" He demanded, slicking his right hand up quickly.

"No fun in touching myself." Fenrir smirked, obviously pleased that he had managed to ruffle his young mate. "Besides," he leaned forward then so he was much closer to the boy's ear. "You know you love stroking my cock." There, he snaked out his tongue and traced the shell of the small ear.

Harry shuddered in pleasure as he wrapped his oiled fingers around his Alpha's heavy erection. He'd never admit it but Fenrir was right; he did enjoy playing with his lover's length. It had a satisfying weight to it and it was that strange sensation of being both soft and firm at the same time. The fact it was a lot larger than his own also added to the pleasure and intrigue.

When their moment came, it was done in one swift motion. Fenrir flipped Harry over to the boy was laying on his stomach and then spread his legs. He entered in one swift motion that caused Harry's eyes to widen as his body was struck by both sudden pain and pleasure. Obviously, the teenager was just as impatient as his Alpha as he didn't hesitate in pushing back against the larger body before relaxing and then pushing back again. Fenrir gave a low growl at the display of initiative and soon began to rock in time with his young mate's movements.

It was a hard and fast mating, neither male wanting to draw it out, both selfishly seeking their own pleasure. Before long, Fenrir had grabbed Harry's hips to hold them up off of the bed, simply so he could plunge in deeper with each thrust. It was no hardship for the teenager to bear though as it meant he finally had access to tug at his erection and also his prostate was occassionally brushed against.

With such a sudden barage of sensation, Harry was practically shoved into his orgasm. It hit him suddenly and it hit him hard, causing him to give a wailing keen as his seed shot out and stained their duvet with four thick spurts. Fenrir wasn't as close, though the rippling of the walls that gripped him so tightly did bring him that little bit closer. He continued to hump against the teenager, completely ignoring the fact the sated boy was being little more than a limp lump.

Fenrir's roar when he came may have been loud enough to actually be heard outside their room. The Alpha threw back his head as his hips moved wildly, thrusting at an erratic pace. Even when the after glow set in, he remained kneeling up, lazily thrusting, obviously intent on milking every last bit of pleasure.

Eventually, too over-sensitised to feel pleasure, Fenrir pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside his lover. The new weight to the mattress made Harry's body roll over naturally and the teenager landed half sprawled on top of his Alpha and half still laying on the bed. Neither bothered to move from that position and so it was arranged that way that they fell asleep.

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End of Chapter 25.
Yay for smut :D And yay for jealous Fenrir too :D
Okay, length update. Chapter 36 didn't turn out as long as I expected so was smooshed up with Chapter 37. Therefore, at the moment, this story will be forty chapters long (rather than the forty-one I previously thought it would be). I really don't think that I'll be able to combine any other chapters even if they do turn out short as there are certain events I want to keep to separate chapters. So the length should stay at forty now. That means we have fifteen more chapters to go before this is all done with...I need to get a move on with the story that'll be posted after this XD

Review replies:

darkpyroangel06
Ooo, married in twenty-eight days? Congratulations :) Perhaps I'll just be your mistress (of fanfiction) then XD
Wow, you wait for the updates to come out? Awesome :D
Ahh, and again I'm so glad you like everything :D I did initially think of Harry bringing just a plate of this and that from a Christmas dinner but then I thought "mean, wild, werewolf" and then I thought "giblets!" I used to eat the giblets (cooked of course XD) but saw them raw one time and have never been able to stomach them again ^_^;
And I'm super glad I'm updating the weekend of your wedding, it'll be a nice little gift for you ^_^

elphaba
Sirius will eventually stop being quite so annoying...But he'll always be sorta annoying XD

qwerty
As you saw from this chapter, it all came out, but Harry's determined not to help himself. Silly boy -.-
And I know you can't be my brother; he'd never stop teasing me if he knew I wrote slash XD

Sirin Black
I had a lovely Easter thank you, lots of chocolate bunnies :D

Rokkis
Harry's reasons only make sense in his own mind, and Fenrir's only letting him off not telling him for the moment because he's letting Harry make his own mistakes. Obviously, telling his Alpha what's going on would be the smart thing to do and Fenrir wants Harry to realise that on his own.
People who read my stories always seem to end up hating Sirius XD It's probably got something to do with the fact I hate the way people turned him into a total martyr and make out that he was utterly perfect and the only chance Harry had to ever have a family. Really can't agree with that so I'm probably a little too harsh on him in my stories. Maybe in my next one I'll make a conscious effort to make him likeable XD

Kuromei
As you saw, Occlumency is an issue, but not one Harry is going to be budged on.

TwilightLover
Glad ya do :)

And now, I bid you all adieu ^_^

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