Broken Moon

A/n: Next chapter will probably be the last chapter. And this chapter isn't edited- so I will apologize in advance for the mistakes.

Chapter Four

Harry took a deep breath.

And then slowly blinked open his eyes. Everything was black. Hurriedly, he shut them again, or, he thought he shut them. He didn’t know for sure with the blackness surrounding him. “He will be alright?” A voice asked, or rather, ordered.

Harry knew who it was. Or… yes… no… did he remember that commanding voice? He thought he did. But the memory was slipping past his grasp. “I don’t know for sure,” the voice was hesitant as he felt someone hover above him. “He may have slight memory loss, significant brain damage, blindness… the bullet could’ve done a number of damage before the tissue healed itself. We won’t know until he wakes up.” She was female. And her voice was warm.

Molly. Yes, he remembered her. Weasley, his friend and his family. Werewolves… yes, now he remembered.

His ears twitched as he heard her exit the room. Was he blind? How did he become blind?

“Harry?” The commanding voice asked. He felt a dip on the mattress as he remained stiff. “You’re awake.”

Opening his eyes again, he was relieved to find blurry shapes in front of him. “Yes,” his voice cracked and sounded void to his own ears. “Who are you?” He’d rather get it over with, because his head hurt trying to remember who was at his bedside. Perhaps, if he had his full vision, he could remember. There was a tense silence and Harry supposed it hurt the man’s feelings. “I’m sorry, I-,” his nostrils flared as he caught sent of the man. It was wild and intoxicating.

“Fenrir,” the man murmured, leaning closer and Harry’s smelling senses went into an over drive. “I’m your-,”

“Mate,” Harry finished. And then he started to remember everything. He closed his eyes against the blurry images and thought back to the events that transpired earlier. “The hunters?”

Fenrir seemed to purr. “They’re dead. The rest of the pack is alright also. It is you that I’m worried about.”

“I’m touched.” Harry whispered, his head throbbing. “Just tired.” He could feel Fenrir lean forward and warm lips cushioned his own. Harry smiled, but it turned into a sleepy frown as he blacked out again.

--FH--

Harry woke up again, this time his head wasn’t pulsating and Fenrir wasn’t beside him. The smell of cooking pig caught his attention and his tongue grew heavy with saliva. He loved pig.

His fingers wandered up to his head and slowly felt the gauze headband he was wearing. Molly must have recently changed it, for he could smell the heavy cotton in the fabric. His hands than landed on the mattress on either side of him and allowed his weight to be lifted. He didn’t know if his head would protest to him sitting up or not, but he would try. He couldn’t lay in bed any longer. His wolf was calling for him to run wild. And eat.

Surprisingly, his head didn’t throb or protest. He allowed his smugness to help him out of bed. This wasn’t so hard. Maybe he should jump in front of bullets for foolish mates more often. Maybe Fenrir could give him a good back rub later on. Perhaps serve Harry on his hands and knees… that wouldn’t be too bad either. He felt his lips twitch at the image of Fenrir baring his stomach for Harry in submission.

That wouldn’t be an image any longer. Harry would make the man quiver in pleasure and pant in gratification. He would make the man beg.

Harry’s bare feet hit the wood floor and he stood up. For a moment or two, he allowed himself to get used to the gravity and then he started toward the main living area. From the doorway to his bedroom, he could see his mother’s back to him, pouring some more pig on the frying pan. Usually they tended to eat meat completely raw, but there were times in which his mother preferred to cook with all these sorts of herbs and spices. Already, he could see the large bowl of salad on the table. Just thinking of how his mother enjoyed exotic foods- Harry was sure she would love South America.

His gaze slid over toward the only other form in the room. His mate… his equal. Fenrir was lounging on the only couch, watching Lily with a deep pensive look on his face. The man blinked, turned pale, and whipped his gaze over toward Harry. But the latter refused to satisfy his mate just yet. His attention was on his mother, watching her slowly turn to look at him. “You should be in bed, Harry.”

From the corner of his eye, Harry watched as Fenrir stood up stiffly and lurked in the corner. “I couldn’t keep away for long, especially when you keep making my favorite.” She pursed her lips, ready to say something back to him, but Harry ignored her and went to sit down at the table. He wasn’t exactly happy with her at the moment, but he learned life could end with a pull of the trigger. He couldn’t give her the silent treatment forever.

“Where are father and the others?” Fenrir made a shocked noise in his throat and Harry finally met eyes with the man. The Alpha was looking at him as if he’d seen a ghost. Harry gave a soft smile toward him and held out a hand. Even if he had only been in physical contact with Fenrir for a day, he still missed the man’s touch.

Fenrir seemed to debate about coming closer. “This is surreal,” he murmured, strolling over to Harry and sitting down beside him. The large hand cradled Harry’s and then brought it up to the man’s lips.

“How is it surreal?” Harry murmured, eyes twinkling. “The fact that I’m allowing you to touch me or that I’m not throwing you out of my house?”

He studied the Alpha’s face, drinking up as much as he could. The man really was handsome, ruggedly handsome with his scars on his face and jagged cut goatee. Harry traced some stray hairs from the goatee. Some were in patches of longer hair and some were cut short. It almost looked like the man used a damn knife to cut his beard. It was exhilarating to Harry… wild, just what he liked.

Fenrir gave a smile full of white teeth. “Surreal that you are actually awake and well,” Harry pouted. The man wasn’t making fun of him or making any jabs. Instead, Fenrir gently ran his tongue over Harry’s knuckles, causing the smaller man to shiver.

It was a game they would play their whole life; dominant dances. And Harry knew he would win some battles through the years. In fact, now was a good time to demonstrate that fact to his dear mate.

Leaning forward, Harry gently rubbed the tip of his nose underneath Fenrir’s eyes and than down the man’s rough cheeks. He then proceeded to kiss the jaw line, straying over the sensitive area underneath the ear. He felt Fenrir stiffen and the man’s hand holding his, squeezed harder. Success. Harry’s tongue ventured out and tantalizingly licked at the earlobe. Fenrir huffed, inching closer, breathing heavier. As his teeth scraped the sensitive appendage, Fenrir gave a soft moan.

“Harry,” Lily reminded him awkwardly. “You should probably eat something.” Slowly and arrogantly, Harry moved backward and allowed his gaze to challenge Fenrir’s. Amber eyes were dilated, trying to control his arousal. Harry wagered Fenrir was cursing the existence of his mother, yet, he had doubts that was the real reason why Fenrir wasn’t bending him over the table. In fact, if Harry didn’t have a head wound so recently, Fenrir probably would have slammed Harry against the table and had his way with him even with his mother there.

“Of course,” Harry smirked, making sure Fenrir saw his superiority.

Breaking the eye contact first, only because there was food in front of him, Harry eagerly picked up a slab of pork. “To answer your earlier question, your father and his friends went to butcher the game you and the Alpha had caught the other day.” Harry hummed, sucking on the tender meat.

“Delicious as always, mother.” He watched as she hunched her shoulders in submission and bowed her head while she served Fenrir his plate. He wondered why she didn’t do the same for him. “I suppose you know now that Fenrir is my mate.”

Fenrir glanced at him sideways. “She knew as soon as she gave birth to you, pup. That’s why she tried her damnest to raise you as a dominant- to resist me.”

That was news to Harry. “You knew this whole time?” He didn’t know whether to be grateful that she raised him the way she did or that she didn’t raise him submissive. Looking over at Greyback, he knew he was grateful. After all, Fenrir needed someone to have power over him. What fun would it be to have a submissive as a mate? All they would do would be cringe and allow them their mates to do as they wished. Two Alphas on the other hand… was plentifully arousing. “Why are you so against us then?”

She seemed to be troubled by the question with Fenrir’s presence. She kept her attention preoccupied with another batch of pork but she responded nonetheless. “It’s hard to raise your child only to let him go, Harry. You’ll only understand it if you have children…” She paused, the silence in the air suggested she knew just as well as Harry that he would never have children. Harry just shrugged.

“I understand now.” It would be strange to see a child sucking neck on a much older man. Not to mention that very same man was an Alpha. Her protective instincts would scream at her to make him release her son, her cub. And werewolf mates were encouraged to have only one child per household. The Weasley’s overstepped that encouragement but Harry didn’t see why James and Lily hadn’t considered another one. “Why don’t you have another child?”

Her hands paused and Harry watched her back stiffen. “One child who puts their life in danger is all I can handle at the moment.” Harry grimaced.

“Would you rather I let the bullet take your Alpha?” He addressed Fenrir as her Alpha, simply because Fenrir wasn’t hisAlpha.

Fenrir made a noise in his throat and joined in the conversation. “I would have to agree with her, Harry. I would’ve easily healed myself if it had hit me. You on the other hand, were shot in the head. You could have died instantly or received brain damage.”

Harry growled but his face turned slack and he opened his mouth slightly. “What were we just talking about?” Fenrir looked over at him with hooded eyes and reached out a hand to lightly slap Harry’s cheek.

“You are not amusing in the least.” Harry snickered at Fenrir’s indifferent tone. “This conversation is not over.”

As if he sensed it, James came inside the house with Sirius and Remus at his heels.

Harry stuffed in a piece of pork before he had to suffer a round of warm welcomes.

--FH--

Harry was crouched on his haunches as he threw in another log on the fire. The crescent moon above them was shining brilliantly with stars twinkling back at him. Slowly, the pack was merging together in the middle of the small shacks. Fenrir was standing in all his glory in the middle, Harry would soon join in by his side. Tonight, they were going to tell the pack of their plans to move down to South America. And they plans had to go quickly, considering the four men who had come in the clearing were killed. The hunters may have had friends or family. It was best not to tempt fate and stay here.

“Harry,” Fenrir’s back was to him, but Harry knew the man was completely aware of him, just as Harry was of Fenrir. It seemed as if the bond between them was growing stronger, depite the fact they hadn’t mated completely. Harry felt excited at that prospect. He couldn’t wait to dominant over Fenrir. “Come here my pup.”

Harry growled at that title. “I might consider it if you call me by my born title.”

The Alpha turned his head toward Harry, a smirk lifting his lips. “Alright then. Come here, my little Alpha.” Harry snapped at attention, glowering at the man. Green met amber. “Oh, my love…” Fenrir purred. “I can’t wait to be alone with you.”

Smirking, Harry strolled over to Fenrir’s side, but far enough away to not touch physically. His gaze settled on most the pack, raging from size to age- they were all crouched down in submission. Most their chins were pointed to the ground and their shoulder’s hunched. But they couldn’t stop their curious stares as they surveyed Harry standing next to the Alpha. Whether it be because he was alive and walking or because he was allowed to stand in tall in the presence of the Alpha. Clearly, not everyone knew of the relationship they shared.

“I am glad you all made it,” Fenrir started and glared off in the distance as small children made giggling noises. Harry dipped his head down low and laughed. It was a damn good thing Fenrir wasn’t mated with a female, he had a feeling the man wasn’t good with children.

Hushing was heard and then silence again; save for Harry’s scoffing. A hand curled around his neck and jerked him against a stiff torso. Unable to resist the urge, Harry wrapped his arms around Fenrir and buried his face in the man’s naked chest. “As you can see, Harry has made a full recovery thanks to Molly Weasley.” Harry opened his eyes and looked over at a blushing woman among a sea of red heads.

“There are two issues we need to discuss tonight. One being, as I am named your Alpha- I am merging my title onto another.” Whispers flew around the crowd but were silenced immediately by Fenrir talking again. “Your second Alpha is also my mate,” Harry heard knowing whispers while some were shocked. Most of them had heard Fenrir when the hunters came but some were too frightened to really understand the full impact.

Harry pulled away from Fenrir and stood on his own, daring anyone to make eye contact with him. “And now that we have that settled,” he started, ignoring Fenrir’s raised eyebrows. “Fenrir and I have come to a conclusion that we have outlived our stay here. As long and dangerous as it sounds, we are relocating to South America.”

“Are you crazy?” Someone whispered.

Fenrir bared his teeth and took a step forward closer to the pack. “You dare question your Alpha’s choice? Would you like to be thrown out on your own arse?” Harry felt turned on by Fenrir’s thick British accent.

No one replied but the lot of them cringed and hunched more. Even the young pups were placing their forehead on the ground. “We are moving. You either come with my mate and I for protection or you can stay here and wait for their friends.” Fenrir motioned toward the four bloody corpses hanging by their necks on a near tree. Harry surveyed the bodies that were missing meat and the broken guns at their dangling feet. “Harry, you may continue,”

Feeling tickled by his mate’s protectiveness, Harry smiled slightly. “Due to the low game and food around the woods, we need to relocate. That concern is only heightened because of the hunter’s invasion. We’re not safe here.”

Fenrir picked up right as Harry ended. “And in South America, there will be plenty of seclusion and food. There are other werewolf packs residing there but we can hunt for our own land.”

“We will not be taking anything with us, save for our most precious possessions. You understand what this means; there will be no stoves, no beds, no technology. We will be living in the middle of a thick forest; there will be no human stores around like our dwelling now.” Harry paused, looking at the forlorn faces. “Look on the positive side of our move. As Fenrir had said earlier, we will have plenty more food; fruits, vegetables, much more animals. The climate won’t be cold in the winter and there are thick trees to climb on and make forts for the children…” As he expected the children all looked at one another in excitement.

Continuing, he looked up at the sky. “We will be able to breed as we desired. Albus had requested we stay within the child capacity of one, but in South America we will be free to breed like the Weasley’s.” The pack laughed, warming up to the idea of relocating. “There we can improve on our pack’s strengths and fighting abilities. The males will be taught far more hunting techniques now that there will be wild animals roaming freely. Of course, the females are welcome in on the hunting lessons if they desire.”

Fenrir moved in behind Harry and wrapped his arms around his mate’s waist. “There will be a burning tonight. I want everyone to burn their possessions they cannot bring with. Pictures, books, anything that we would not want humans to find- burn it.”

There was a heavy silence until Arthur Weasley hesitantly held up a hand, keeping his gaze on the ground. “My Alphas… the relocation sounds wonderful, I am grateful you thought of such a thing. But I was wondering how we are all going to get there?”

Harry and Fenrir shared a look. The latter spoke up. “We have two options. The first is getting enough money from humans to buy our way onto a flight, or simply travel down south and catch a boat across the ocean.”

Arthur gave a nod, but Harry saw through it. His lips twitched at his good friend. “You are free to speak, Arthur.”

The man looked up from his position and smiled at Harry. “My brother is a rich man, Harry. He has a fascination with collecting things he probably shouldn’t spend his money on. He has his own private jet… but it will probably take two trips to transport the whole pack. He owes me a favor for that time we visited Las Vegas…” Arthur trailed off with a dazed look in his eye but shook his head a moment later.

Harry leaned forward, Fenrir’s arms vice around him. “That would be wonderful Arthur. It would save us a lot of trouble.” The man behind him started to trace Harry’s jugular with his nose and the fingers on his naked chest were clenching wantonly. He knew what the Alpha wanted and he couldn’t stop his heart from racing.

“The fire is going, I’m sure you can reach your brother shortly, Arthur?” Fenrir asked, already pulling Harry toward the woods. Without waiting for an answer, Fenrir rudely pushed Harry into the woods and attacked the nape of his neck.

“You know this isn’t fair,” Harry whispered and those large hands started tracing up and down his chest while the man at his back started sucking on his neck.

“And why isn’t it, my little Alpha?” Hot breath stung at his skin. “I think you need to just… fall on your hand and knees while I take care of you.”

Harry tipped his head back and rested it on the man’s chest, allowing those lips to have their way. “That’s why it isn’t fair. How will we determine who is on top? You’ll have an advantage because of my poor little wound to my head.” Fenrir snorted. “I think you should just let me top- it’s less strain on my head.” He turned in Fenrir’s embrace and pushed at the chest. The man stumbled and Harry kicked out a foot to trip the larger body.

Watching Fenrir fall on his arse, Harry laughed and crouched down to his level. He straddled the heavy breathing man and licked the bobbing adam’s apple. Fenrir hissed, his head tipping back to allow Harry more access. “You’ll be my downfall.” Harry smirked at the man’s husky tone and allowed his canines to slide forward. He would claim Fenrir just as the man claimed him before. His teeth gently traced the jugular like Fenrir had done earlier and then they punctured the skin near the collar bone. He willed the wounds to stay, to scream ownership.

Fenrir grunted; his arousal painfully obvious on Harry’s arse. “Getting excited, Greyback?” Harry taunted, grinding his hips downward on the thick pole.

“You know,” the Alpha panted, his hands finding Harry’s narrow hips and holding him down over his cock. The wound Harry gave him was dripping crimson liquid, tempting Harry to lap it up. “You should be lucky you’re not in full health. I would be ramming you into the ground right now-,”

“Talk is cheap, why don’t you show me what you want to do with me.” Amber eyes drilled into Harry.

“What you did earlier was foolish. I want you never to step in front of me like that again. I can take care of myself, Harry. It was hell watching you on death’s bed.”

Smirking, Harry cocked his head to the side. “Finished?”

Fenrir gave a huff and roughly turned their positions over so now Harry’s back was in the dirt. “You spoiled, irrational, silly, foolish…” Fenrir bent down to capture Harry’s lips with his own. Harry hummed into the kiss, running his hands through the wavy curtain of silver. The scent of Fenrir was driving him crazy… his hands slid down Fenrir’s shoulders and underneath to the button to the man’s pants.

The kiss deepened and Harry felt his own arousal spring. Fenrir’s cock was pushing at the pants, making it difficult to pull down the zipper. Fenrir pulled back and clucked his tongue, batting Harry’s clumsy fingers away from the zipper. “Do your own, you foolish child.” For a moment, he watched Fenrir peel his own pants off- showing off his very lengthy and thick arousal. Harry just got more excited and attempted to undo his own pants, but it was difficult with Fenrir on top of him.

“Move over,” Harry grunted, elbowing Fenrir off him. The Alpha growled, but complied as amber eyes watched him peel off his pants intentionally.

“Little pup isn’t quite little…” Fenrir hissed huskily, reaching over to grab Harry’s cock. The latter groaned and tipped his head back, ending up pinned to the ground as Fenrir crowed him. Cho had touched him before, but it was never like this. No, this was with calloused and strong hands… with sure hands, confident… right. “Look at you,” Fenrir panted; his body lying on top of Harry’s but his hand was still on the cock between them. “Panting with desire and submission; I couldn’t ask for more.”

Harry growled loudly, willing his hands to do something. They reached out to Fenrir’s back and racked down painfully. He was thrilled to hear Fenrir groan. But he wasn’t done… Harry slowly allowed his hands to move over the tight arse cheeks permitting his fingers to dance over the crack. Fenrir tensed above him every time the fingers dipped in and Harry chuckled. His index finger entered Fenrir just as the man groaned and gave a little tug at Harry’s cock.

“You like this, Fenrir?” Harry groaned out, his index finger being joined by another. His fingers stretched the hole, enjoying Fenrir shuddering form above him.

He shouldn’t have celebrated just yet, for Fenrir’s free hand slipped beneath Harry and he stuck three fingers harshly into Harry’s arse. Harry turned into a puddle of goo. It was Fenrir’s turn to laugh as he stretched Harry out- painfully but pleasurably. Harry loved it.

His finger’s moved out of Fenrir’s arse and crawled up to the man’s head, bringing him down for a deep kiss. His tongue easily controlled Fenrir and stroked the man’s upper mouth and tongue. They were dueling; Harry was controlling the kiss while Fenrir was controlling the body.

“I can’t take this anymore-,” Fenrir growled, breaking the kiss and removing his fingers. His hands sought out Harry’s hips and turned the smaller body over on his hands and knees. Harry couldn’t help a silly smirk spread his lips as he felt Fenrir kneel down behind him. Hands gripped his hip and thigh and Harry felt the tip of Fenrir’s swollen cock trace over his hole. “I’m going to take you hard and wild, love… completely dominate you.”

Harry would be fighting tooth and nail over being bottom, but he knew there would be other times when he felt healthier and that he would top Fenrir. His teeth clenched and he hissed harshly as Fenrir entered him halfway. The man rotated his hips, allowing Harry to get used to the invasion but that nice gesture didn’t last long as he plunged all the way in- to his hilt. Harry gasped, his fingers curling into the dirt.

It felt so painful.

So damn good.

Fenrir was panting heavily above him and he pulled out fully and then drove back in again. Harry whimpered in pleasure as Fenrir humped him, creating flashes of black dots in front of his vision. As Fenrir thrust in again, the man allowed his legs to straddle Harry’s hips like a damn wolf would his mate. Large hands grabbed his hair and yanked his head back. Fenrir didn’t give any mercy as he fucked Harry’s arse like a wild wolf. The sound of balls slapping skin entwined with the sound of heavy breathing and moaning.

With one hand clutching Harry’s hair, Fenrir dipped his hand around Harry and grabbed his cock- stroking it in rhythm of his thrusting. Fenrir laid his body across Harry’s back, the latter struggling to keep the weight upon his back. “You’re mine,” Fenrir breathed in his ear and Harry whimpered in response. “You’re my mate; you always will be mine…” Fenrir thrust harder into Harry while his nose traced Harry’s sweaty ear. “I love you…”

Harry gasped out as Fenrir released his seed inside Harry. The smaller collapsed on the ground, his cock squirting its own release into the mud. That was bloody brilliant….

Fenrir stayed inside of Harry, his cock slowly becoming soft once again. “I love you too.” Harry murmured, butting noses tiredly with Fenrir. And he did. It had been only a few days since he first met Fenrir, but the mate bond was strong between them. It was if Harry were missing something apart from him and didn’t know it until Fenrir arrived. They were two broken spirits- only to be whole one together.

His eyes slowly slid shut as Fenrir nibbled lovingly on his ear. The smell of his pack close by and his mate protectively over him brought Harry to a lulled sleep.