Beautifully Deranged
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Fenrir
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
79,880
Reviews:
372
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
7
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Chapter 4
Beautifully Deranged
Chapter 4
“Fenrir! What the hell?” Harry asked in a mildly disgusted voice. Of course, you would be rather upset to if you hadn’t had a shower in nearly a month, and knew you weren’t going to be getting one anytime soon, and your partner just covered you in come. They were just having sex and then Fenrir just pulled out and spayed him. Needless to say Harry was mad.
Today, Harry had been in Azkaban for 28 days. It was officially his 15th birthday, and his first full moon with Fenrir.
“Would you rather I have covered you in my piss, Pup? It will work either way.” Fenrir grinned down at the rather dirty boy on the too thin mattress. The boy had been living with him for nearly a month now, and the changes were already obvious. The boy was thinner than ever, his body smudged with all kinds of dirt. His hair had grown and was nearly to his shoulders, obviously the boy’s innate magic at work there. When the boy had first arrived he had thin muscles all over his body, those too were now gone, having very little exercise in the very small cell.
His physical features weren’t the only things that had changed though. Fenrir had begun to rub off of the boy. The once very polite and shy boy was anything but. He cursed randomly, inappropriate language which Harry had learned from Fenrir’s nearly constant use. He was also very sarcastic. He was still submissive to Fenrir, but he was now able to talk back without fear of being killed and was often found teasing Fenrir. He never took it too far though. Harry may have lightened up, but he still wasn’t stupid. He still knew not to get on Fenrir’s bad side.
“What will work?” Harry was truly bewildered. What reason could Fenrir have for…soiling him?
“Tonight’s the full moon.” Fenrir said abruptly. “My wolf needs to recognize you somehow. The stronger you smell of me the better. I would hate to wake up tomorrow morning, finding bits and pieces of you everywhere.”
Harry paled. He hadn’t thought of that. Of course the werewolf would mark his territory. How else would the wolf know that a human wasn’t a threat.
“So by covering me with this shit, I won’t be eaten alive?” Harry asked just to be sure.
“Maybe.” Fenrir said shortly moving into a corner to change.
That caught Harry’s attention. “Maybe? What do you mean by maybe?”
“Well, I’ve never actually tried it. Marking and area with your scent is how wolves show their territory. I don’t know of any werewolf marking a human before a transformation with their scent. It’s the best idea I have. I don’t know if it’ll work.” Fenrir said, now wincing with pain. His transformation starting.
“Well that’s just great.” Harry said sarcastically. He laid down of the hard mattress, still nude from their earlier activity. It took all his might not to wipe the sticky white fluid off him. He laid still on the bed. He didn’t want to draw any attention to himself from the werewolf, especially since Fenrir didn’t know if this would work.
All sound except harsh breathing had stopped. Then a howl was heard. The transformation had happened.
Harry closed his eyes and tried to keep his breathing even. Maybe if he just stayed still and didn’t move the werewolf wouldn’t notice him? He heard some growling and rustling coming from the corner where his boyfriend…lover…partner….rapist, he honestly didn’t know what to call Fenrir, used to be.
He then heard it. A sniffing noise, then a low growl. The noise grew closer and closer until he heard a growl right next to his ear, and a wet nose against his neck. Harry tried to stay still, but he began to tremble against his will.
He heard yet another growl and then felt warm breath against his face. Then seemingly out of nowhere he felt a tongue against his cheek. Then on his forehead.
It took Harry a few minutes before he realized what was happening. The werewolf was licking its own seed off of Harry. He was cleaning Harry off, taking care of him. Or at least, that’s what Harry thought he was doing. He didn’t dare open his eyes still in fear of the large animal Fenrir had become.
Fenrir then began to lick down Harry’s chest and stomach, and Harry just couldn’t hold in the small laugh that escaped. Fenrir’s fur was tickling his stomach. The laughter immediately ceased when Harry heard a warning growl. The wolf did not like when the boy moved.
After the wolf was done inspecting the boy and cleaning up the ‘mess’ Harry heard it walk to the front of the cell. The only part with bars. Harry still had his eyes shut, still not wanting to see the beast. Fenrir howled, snarled, and clawed at the bars, trying to get them to bust. Wolves were meant to run free, and hunt. Not to be caged. After an hour of trying to pulverize the cell bars (he even tried running into them and biting them) the wolf gave up, tired of that activity.
Harry heard the large paws moving, coming closer to him once more. He then felt a large weight upon him. Harry began to tremble once more as he felt the werewolf climb on top of him, wondering what it was going to do.
He let out a breath when the wolf curled up next to him, as if trying to keep warm and fell asleep.
Harry finally opened his eyes and looked at the massive beast beside him. He was lucky, he decided. This night could have ended up really bad.
The werewolf was huge. Much larger than Remus had been as a werewolf. Fenrir was scary as a man, but as a werewolf he was absolutely terrifying.
He would definitely stay on Fenrir’s good side. He would hate to be one of Fenrir’s enemy’s.
Harry almost felt really bad for the light side. For his ex-best friends, who abandoned him in this hell. He would hate to be on the opposite side of Fenrir.
He almost felt bad. Just almost.
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Don’t yell! I know this chapter is really short, but I wanted to write his first transformation. I debated whether or not to write a werewolf/Harry scene, but decided against it. I figured the wolf would only be interested in its own species. I want to write Harry as a wolf animagus, and if that happens I might have a slash scene between them with Harry as a wolf and Fenrir as a werewolf…tell me what you think of that! I would appreciate your view on that as I am still undecided.
Guess what? VOLDEMORT’S IN THE NEXT CHAPTER!
Thanks to reviewers:
POOHBEAR, Angel, Anon, Emma, momoko, KrysAlysia, Muse of Anon, Takeshi Enkou, Tesgura, Shinji, celestialuna, reflections_of_fear, StarAWings, Varjo, darkfaerie161, ZombieDuke, L.S., vider le demarreur, keyonnamc, Briar, Ode to Gringotts, hell_on_earth, and speedie234
Whew…lots of reviewers. Anyway, don’t forget to give me your opinion on the issue above. Also, in the next chapter I plan on writing summaries for two fics that I will plan on writing. I want a vote on which one you want to read first!
Please review!
Chapter 4
“Fenrir! What the hell?” Harry asked in a mildly disgusted voice. Of course, you would be rather upset to if you hadn’t had a shower in nearly a month, and knew you weren’t going to be getting one anytime soon, and your partner just covered you in come. They were just having sex and then Fenrir just pulled out and spayed him. Needless to say Harry was mad.
Today, Harry had been in Azkaban for 28 days. It was officially his 15th birthday, and his first full moon with Fenrir.
“Would you rather I have covered you in my piss, Pup? It will work either way.” Fenrir grinned down at the rather dirty boy on the too thin mattress. The boy had been living with him for nearly a month now, and the changes were already obvious. The boy was thinner than ever, his body smudged with all kinds of dirt. His hair had grown and was nearly to his shoulders, obviously the boy’s innate magic at work there. When the boy had first arrived he had thin muscles all over his body, those too were now gone, having very little exercise in the very small cell.
His physical features weren’t the only things that had changed though. Fenrir had begun to rub off of the boy. The once very polite and shy boy was anything but. He cursed randomly, inappropriate language which Harry had learned from Fenrir’s nearly constant use. He was also very sarcastic. He was still submissive to Fenrir, but he was now able to talk back without fear of being killed and was often found teasing Fenrir. He never took it too far though. Harry may have lightened up, but he still wasn’t stupid. He still knew not to get on Fenrir’s bad side.
“What will work?” Harry was truly bewildered. What reason could Fenrir have for…soiling him?
“Tonight’s the full moon.” Fenrir said abruptly. “My wolf needs to recognize you somehow. The stronger you smell of me the better. I would hate to wake up tomorrow morning, finding bits and pieces of you everywhere.”
Harry paled. He hadn’t thought of that. Of course the werewolf would mark his territory. How else would the wolf know that a human wasn’t a threat.
“So by covering me with this shit, I won’t be eaten alive?” Harry asked just to be sure.
“Maybe.” Fenrir said shortly moving into a corner to change.
That caught Harry’s attention. “Maybe? What do you mean by maybe?”
“Well, I’ve never actually tried it. Marking and area with your scent is how wolves show their territory. I don’t know of any werewolf marking a human before a transformation with their scent. It’s the best idea I have. I don’t know if it’ll work.” Fenrir said, now wincing with pain. His transformation starting.
“Well that’s just great.” Harry said sarcastically. He laid down of the hard mattress, still nude from their earlier activity. It took all his might not to wipe the sticky white fluid off him. He laid still on the bed. He didn’t want to draw any attention to himself from the werewolf, especially since Fenrir didn’t know if this would work.
All sound except harsh breathing had stopped. Then a howl was heard. The transformation had happened.
Harry closed his eyes and tried to keep his breathing even. Maybe if he just stayed still and didn’t move the werewolf wouldn’t notice him? He heard some growling and rustling coming from the corner where his boyfriend…lover…partner….rapist, he honestly didn’t know what to call Fenrir, used to be.
He then heard it. A sniffing noise, then a low growl. The noise grew closer and closer until he heard a growl right next to his ear, and a wet nose against his neck. Harry tried to stay still, but he began to tremble against his will.
He heard yet another growl and then felt warm breath against his face. Then seemingly out of nowhere he felt a tongue against his cheek. Then on his forehead.
It took Harry a few minutes before he realized what was happening. The werewolf was licking its own seed off of Harry. He was cleaning Harry off, taking care of him. Or at least, that’s what Harry thought he was doing. He didn’t dare open his eyes still in fear of the large animal Fenrir had become.
Fenrir then began to lick down Harry’s chest and stomach, and Harry just couldn’t hold in the small laugh that escaped. Fenrir’s fur was tickling his stomach. The laughter immediately ceased when Harry heard a warning growl. The wolf did not like when the boy moved.
After the wolf was done inspecting the boy and cleaning up the ‘mess’ Harry heard it walk to the front of the cell. The only part with bars. Harry still had his eyes shut, still not wanting to see the beast. Fenrir howled, snarled, and clawed at the bars, trying to get them to bust. Wolves were meant to run free, and hunt. Not to be caged. After an hour of trying to pulverize the cell bars (he even tried running into them and biting them) the wolf gave up, tired of that activity.
Harry heard the large paws moving, coming closer to him once more. He then felt a large weight upon him. Harry began to tremble once more as he felt the werewolf climb on top of him, wondering what it was going to do.
He let out a breath when the wolf curled up next to him, as if trying to keep warm and fell asleep.
Harry finally opened his eyes and looked at the massive beast beside him. He was lucky, he decided. This night could have ended up really bad.
The werewolf was huge. Much larger than Remus had been as a werewolf. Fenrir was scary as a man, but as a werewolf he was absolutely terrifying.
He would definitely stay on Fenrir’s good side. He would hate to be one of Fenrir’s enemy’s.
Harry almost felt really bad for the light side. For his ex-best friends, who abandoned him in this hell. He would hate to be on the opposite side of Fenrir.
He almost felt bad. Just almost.
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Don’t yell! I know this chapter is really short, but I wanted to write his first transformation. I debated whether or not to write a werewolf/Harry scene, but decided against it. I figured the wolf would only be interested in its own species. I want to write Harry as a wolf animagus, and if that happens I might have a slash scene between them with Harry as a wolf and Fenrir as a werewolf…tell me what you think of that! I would appreciate your view on that as I am still undecided.
Guess what? VOLDEMORT’S IN THE NEXT CHAPTER!
Thanks to reviewers:
POOHBEAR, Angel, Anon, Emma, momoko, KrysAlysia, Muse of Anon, Takeshi Enkou, Tesgura, Shinji, celestialuna, reflections_of_fear, StarAWings, Varjo, darkfaerie161, ZombieDuke, L.S., vider le demarreur, keyonnamc, Briar, Ode to Gringotts, hell_on_earth, and speedie234
Whew…lots of reviewers. Anyway, don’t forget to give me your opinion on the issue above. Also, in the next chapter I plan on writing summaries for two fics that I will plan on writing. I want a vote on which one you want to read first!
Please review!