The Wolf\'s Lifemate

The Wolf’s Lifemate 3

Pairing: Remus Lupin/Harry Potter

Rated: NC-17

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or any of it’s characters- those rights belong to J. K. Rowling.

Warnings: SLASH, and my own take on werewolves. I made some information up, just for fun. :) I wrote this fic first for the smut, and it’ll stay that way. Might have some humor, sap, and slight angst, but it’ll be written for smut only. I think Harry is about 16 here, so I don’t think that counts as chan-slash. And this part has something akin to BESTIALITY.

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His snout was warm and wet against his skin. Harry lifted his hips up off the ground a little higher, his breathing becoming more ragged from the hot touch. The danger of getting mauled or bitten had passed, and Harry could tell from Lupin’s body language that he was frisky for more than just play.

After a while, when Mad-Eye deemed it ok, he and Tonks Apparated out of Grimmauld Place. The old Auror told Harry that if he had any troubles controlling Lupin, to just use his Invisibility Cloak that was hanging up on a hook in the room. Tonks really didn’t want to leave Harry in this predicament, but Moody asked her if she wanted to watch Lupin mate with Harry then, since Lupin was in that mood, and nothing got in his way of doing what he wanted. Tonks looked as if she actually wanted to watch the two boys… er, males… going at it, but she thought better of it because she figured it would be best to give Harry privacy. Harry was glad, because he’d feel way too embarrassed to be moaning and groaning, let along having an orgasm, in front of her.

Remus, still a werewolf, licking around Harry’s arse. Harry, on his back, whined in the appropriate manner as he felt the wet tongue against him, and then inside of him. It didn’t take long for Remus to switch from licking around Harry’s arse and balls to leaning over Harry and sliding his thick, pink cock inside. Harry surprisingly growled softly in his throat at the feel of it penetrating him, and then he tried his best not to whine too loudly as the werewolf humped him hard and fast.

Harry was scared for his own safety for only a few minutes, and then he could care less as he felt the werewolf’s penis hit him in just the right way. Whether it was by accident or not, it still had the desired effect on Harry, and Harry keened in such a way that it turned the werewolf on even more, resulting in harder and quicker thrusts. Harry grasped the beasts’ huge, hairy arms and hung on for dear life as he got thoroughly and fervently shagged.

It lasted longer than Harry expected. Once his life-mate was done, however, the beast rolled over to the other side of the bed and curled into a ball. The werewolf lifted his leg up and began to clean off his privates for a few minutes. Harry thought for sure the beast wanted to have another go, but then he could hear soft sleeping noises of the werewolf and it allowed Harry to relax more, knowing that the werewolf wasn’t about to try to bite him. Harry lay there for a few minutes, gathering as much information as he could in his head. He wondered if now that he was a wolf-halfling that he wasn’t able to become a werewolf… although, Moody and Tonks did still seem worried about it, so maybe he could still become one. But, perhaps Harry wasn’t as in much trouble of getting bit than before. The full moon was almost over with, so Remus should start coming back to his normal self.

He didn’t want to worry about it anymore. Harry just laid there, thinking back to the time when he first met Remus… back during his third year. Remus was, and always will be in Harry’s opinion, the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher he ever had. Remus was possibly one of the best Order members there were. Harry hoped that he could get another job, like an Auror. But he doubted that the Ministry would let someone like Remus get a job there, even though Remus was very good at defense and all that.

Harry finally fell asleep as he thought about the time when Remus helped him learn the Patronus Charm. The last thing he thought in his mind was casting the charm right for the first time, in Remus’s classroom.

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That morning Harry woke up alone in bed. He wiped the sleep from his eyes, put his glasses back on his face quickly, and then looked around the room. He listened for any sound that could be Remus, but he heard nothing. Harry thought for a minute that maybe Remus left entirely, and that thought sent a horrible pain through his heart.

With a burst of determination, Harry leapt out of bed and scrounged for his clothes. He dressed quickly, and then practically ran out the bedroom door, senses on full alert. Without realizing he was doing it, Harry carefully sniffed the air around him as he searched for Remus. He finally picked up the scent and subconsciously followed it to the kitchen.

He found Remus staring out the kitchen window by the table, back to him, with a cup of what smelled like coffee with cream and sugar. That stopped Harry short. It all finally came back to him that he was a wolf-halfling now, and that was why he could smell things easier, as well as Remus’s scent. He could now see that Remus’s body was taut in what Harry figured were nerves.

Harry was almost afraid to speak out loud. The tension in the air was so thick you’d have to cut it with a chainsaw. He finally found the ability to walk again, so he carefully walked over to the table and looked across it at Remus’s back. Harry knew that Remus knew he was there. Why was he being ignored? Harry was just about to say something when he heard Remus speak.

“I’m sorry, Harry.”

Harry blinked in confusion. Remus’s voice was so soft that even Harry had a little trouble hearing him clearly.

“Um, what?” said Harry.

Remus leaned his forehead on the window with a soft thunk. Harry stood there awkwardly for a moment, staring at Remus, trying to see his reflection.

“I said I’m sorry,” Remus said a little louder.

“For what?” Harry asked.

Remus turned around abruptly, almost spilling his coffee. His eyes were rimmed with red and Harry just knew he must have been crying softly since he woke up. Harry wanted to look away, but he couldn’t… something deep within him made him feel like jumping over the table and holding onto Remus with all his might. Instead, he just kept staring into Remus’s sad eyes, daring not to look away.

“Harry, don’t… quit acting so innocent, all right?” Remus’s voice snapped, “You know what I’m talking about!”

“If you mean us becoming… I mean, if you meant about me becoming your life-mate…”

“Yes!” Remus hollered, “That’s exactly what I mean!” he set his cup down on the table before he dropped it, and then leaned heavily on the back of a chair. “Do you have ANY idea whatsoever of what I did to you? Do you?”

“You—you couldn’t help it, though…”

“I told you –” Remus’s voice broke, “I told you not to come near me! I warned you! But did you listen? NO! Of course you didn’t bloody listen!”

“I was trying to help!” Harry shouted.

“Well, does it ever occur to you that some people DON’T ALWAYS NEED YOUR HELP??”

Harry looked down at the table, ashamed. He began to feel just as horrible, if not worse, when Remus had ‘yelled’ at him about having the Marauder’s Map back in his third year.

“Remus, I… wait,” Harry looked back up, “I thought you were saying sorry to me?”

“I’m apologizing to you for taking advantage of you right before the full moon,” Remus ran a hand through his hair, “but I’m also angry with you—for not listening to me…”

Harry stared back at the middle of the table, frowning.

“I’m sorry, too. I just… I care about you…”

“I know you do, Harry.”

There was awkward silence for a while. Harry kept staring at the table, and then suddenly the unbidden images of what they did on the table popped into his head, and he couldn’t help but blush.

“It was almost the full moon,” said Remus, finally. “You still should have known better.”

Harry nodded his head sadly. He felt bad for everything, but he still couldn’t keep the images of them wildly shagging on the table out of his mind. Finally, Harry had to close his eyes in order to block out the sight of the table; it didn’t help. Other unwanted images kept popping into his head: images of him and Remus in bed, against the cupboard, on the kitchen floor, over the living room couch… continued to flash before his mind’s eye.

Remus moved around the table and stopped right next to Harry. Harry opened his eyes and watched him the entire time, feeling his pulse beat faster.

“Harry…” Remus laid a hand on Harry’s shoulder, startling Harry slightly, “I don’t hate you, just so you know… I’m a little mad, but we can’t change the past. What’s done is done. You’re my life-mate now, so things are going to be different. I got to warn you, now… I’m going to become a bit protective and possessive with you…”

“I know,” Harry said, blushing a little, “I read about it in that book Moody gave me.”

“What? The one about wolves?” at this, Harry nodded. Remus laughed, “Harry, we don’t know everything there is about wolf-halflings. They’re rare, but only because it doesn’t happen very often.”

Harry pulled a chair out for himself angrily and sat down, placing his head in his hands.

“Another bloody thing about me that’s rare??” Harry huffed. “What next? Am I going to start sprouting fur and a tail?”

“No, Harry,” Remus laughed. “I doubt you’ll grow fur and a tail… you’ll just have some characteristics of a wolf…”

“So I’ve been told! But you said there isn’t much known about wolf-halflings!”

Remus rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, I did say that, didn’t I?” Harry sighed dramatically and laid his head on folded arms. “I’m sorry, Harry… it’s not like I wouldn’t change things if I could… we just can’t now. We’re just going to have to accept that.”

“I don’t want to accept it!” Harry said gloomily from the crook of his elbow.

Remus rubbed a hand over Harry’s back, and it was oddly comforting to Harry. Harry sighed, feeling some of his tension melting away.

“Harry, don’t say that. It hurts when you talk that way.”

Harry frowned and then looked up at Remus with a look of apology. They stared at one another for a while, and then slowly smiled. Remus continued to rub at Harry’s back for a bit, and Harry’s smile slowly turned into a blushing smirk. He closed his eyes, feeling more at ease than he had in a long time.

“Remus?” Harry said softly.

“Yes, Harry?”

“I don’t regret it.” Remus cocked an eyebrow at Harry, making Harry grin. “I mean… I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m glad that it’s you that I’m bonded with.”

Remus couldn’t help smiling like an idiot at Harry; leaning down carefully, he placed a warm, soft kiss to Harry’s lips.

It all happened almost at once. Harry could feel himself stirring deep within, his entire body heating up from just that small contact. He brought his arms around Remus’s neck to pull him into a more heady, and passionate filled, kiss. Remus practically raised Harry off his chair as he ravaged and plundered the youth’s mouth. Harry felt himself slowly getting out of the chair and being pulled along toward the bedroom. He barely let go of Remus’s mouth as they staggered through the hallway and then into the bedroom, almost taking the door off its hinges on the way.

Remus backed Harry up all the way to the bed. Without caring about shutting the door or putting up any kind of Silencing Spell, Remus began to tug and pull at Harry’s clothing. Harry helped him by unbuttoning his shirt and taking off his belt. It landed on the floor with a clunk, as did Harry’s shoes as he got pushed backwards onto the bed. Harry situated himself in the middle of the bed, lying on it sideways, and Remus moved between Harry’s parted knees. Remus gripped at Harry’s trousers and slid them off quickly, along with his underwear. Harry’s already erect cock sprung out from its confines. Before Harry could get his shirt off himself, Remus’s mouth was on Harry’s erection, bobbing slowly up and down. Harry groaned and spread his legs further, knees shaking. He tried to pull his shirt off all the way over his head, but Remus stopped him.

“Leave it on,” he said hoarsely. Harry’s eyes glassed over and he rolled his head back, exposing throat. Remus growled in a possessive manner, and then attacked the top part of Harry’s throat, right below his chin. Harry whimpered, sending a shiver down Remus’s spine. He continued to nip and leave his marking on Harry’s neck. Remus lifted Harry’s shirt up so that it was bundled underneath his armpits, and then leaned down to lick and suck at Harry’s rosy nipples.

By the time Remus finished ravishing his chest and neck, Harry was shaking like mad. Remus lift Harry’s legs up by the knees, placing his still sock-clad feet onto his shoulders, and then slowly inched his aching cock inside Harry.

Harry bucked his hips up at the sudden feel of being filled. The moment that Remus was in Harry as far as he could go, he instantly began to rock his hips in shallow movements. Harry keened softly, but Remus heard it perfectly and it drove him to thrust harder and quicker. Harry moaned and whined, which in turn made Remus fuck him even faster.

“Remus, Remus, Remus…” Harry chanted, mouth gaped and eyes squeezed shut.

Remus bit softly at Harry’s nipple, emitting a soft groan from Harry.

“Harry…” Remus groaned, too incoherent to say anymore. Harry dug his ankles into Remus’s shoulders, hanging on for dear life as Remus began to pound into him mercilessly.

It ended a bit too soon for Harry’s liking as he felt Remus come inside him. Harry panted with effort to catch his breath. He whimpered when he felt Remus pull out of him, but then gasped at the feel of Remus’s mouth devouring his twitching cock. Harry tilted his head back and let out a very soft howl. Remus deep-throated Harry, which was just enough to send Harry over the edge. He spilled his seed deep within his lifemate’s throat. Remus swallowed every drop.

Completely spent and sated, they curled up together and fell into a peaceful sleep.

TBC?

I know I should have written more, but I decided to stop it here. Besides, you all wanted the next part anyway, right?