I Think I Found Something

A/N: Hello readers, this is Rororin speaking.
First of all, sorry for the waiting, I know it was cruel to take this long, but it just got longer and longer… well, here it is!

The second thing I need is a short course to find my beta, and I don’t think it goes like this: "Close your eyes and imagine…"
You see, I know I have spelling and grammar mistakes (seeing as English is a language I learned in school I think I am doing well…) and someone to check for them is not available to me, I need a beta…

Thank and see you!

To the story!
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Harry looked up at his mate, for once not trying to escape the arms that held him. He was scared, this being his first fool moon as a werewolf and all, and the contact with his mate seem to alleviate some of the fear.


Fenrir, Feeling his mates' small body quiver in fright thought to himself that it won't do to have him so tense.
'Merlin knows the first time is always the worst and it will only hurt him more if he is this nervous.'

Thinking fast, Fenrir led his little mate to a part of the forest he had recently discovered.


It was a beautiful meadow with wild flowers and a small creek that attracted fireflies. All in all, the entire place looked magical.


It did the trick.


The moment they set foot in the field Fenrir felt the little body next to him relax. Looking down he watched as Harry started to eagerly explore the place, and for once, he didn't mind that his cub left the protection of his arms.

Walking to the stream, Harry watched the glowing insects fly around.

"When did you find this place? It's so beautiful!"


Fenrir was horrified to say he was happy to hear the excitement in his little mates' voice.

The past month he had watched as, steadily, his cub went into depression, spending long periods of time staring at the sky, looking as the moon approached its full stage.
He had tried to distract him with lingering touches and caresses, knowing the awakening wolf in him will recognize Fenrir as his mate and calm down by the close contact.


Many didn't know that to have ones mate near will calm a werewolf to the point of even retaining some of his human mind during the full moon.


Before he could answer the question he was asked, he felt the first part of his change begin.

Looking up he watched the moon rise.
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Harry waited impatiently to an answer that never came.


He was distracted by the most excruciating pain he had ever felt in his life.
Looking up he stared at the round moon up in the sky.

As if waiting for the moment he took notice, Harry fell to the ground, tremors wreaking his body as he felt it morph and change. His bones shift, his muscles elongate and his skin felt like it was on fire.

He tried to cry out but all that came out was a disturbing sound, half howl half scream.

Looking down he choked on the sound as he watched black fur cover his skin, and tried to scream again when his facial features changed, elongated and sharpened.

And thru it all, he howled.
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Fenrir watched sadly as his little wolf suffered thru his firs transfiguration.
Remembering his own, he shuddered at the memory of the pain.

Many of the new werewolves never came throw their first time, another reason for the rarity of submissive out there; they were just too weak to overcome the pain.

It was also the reason so many feared them, seeing in their bite a promise of a painful death.

But Fenrir wasn't worried.

In the past month he had witnessed the fire in the boy he was to mate, and knew beyond any doubt his little wolf will carry through this night.


Feeling his change come to its end, the silver wolf looked to where he had seen his cub fall and was almost surprise to find a small black wolf in his place.

The wolf was crumpled on the forest floor, panting from the pain it recently endured.

Sniffing the air, Fenrir could easily smell the pain of his little mate. Approaching, his nose caught a new smell, one that made the beast in him rear up inside him.

It was the smell of an unclaimed sub and demanded its marking immediately.

Not about to go against his wolf, he approached the fallen figure and nuzzled his side, trying to bring comfort to it.
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Lying in a heap on the forest floor, the small black wolf tried to control his erratic breathing, labored from the pain of its first transfiguration.

It didn't look up till it felt the cold nose of the other wolf touch his face.

Trying to stand, he found he could not control his limbs, feeling clumsy and insecure; the werewolf sent a pleading look at its alpha, hopping the bigger wolf could land him some of its strength.

Feeling another encouraging touch, he got his feet beneath him, swaying a little before leveling himself.
Now that he was standing he wondered how he will walk, it seemed to him he had too many legs and too little equilibrium to move them all to the right place in the right time.

Little by little, with the help of his alpha, the black wolf managed to get control of its extremities.

Cautiously stepping forward, the two beasts were happy to see the movement not end in a fall.

Getting bolder, the new werewolf started to trot, then run and finally sprint with all his might, zooming thru the forest trees, its protector on his tail.
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Harry was happily running around.

He didn't know when exactly he became aware again, he only knew that in the beginning it was only the wolf that inhabits his mind, but after some time he found his mind returning.

It may have been because of the state they were in, no people around to want to bite. It may have been because his mate was so close.

In any case, Harry was happy. Fenrir seem to not mind just playing around 'maybe he figured I am way too young to marry/mate… and I'm not complaining!'

Suddenly he felt a weight on his back, crushing him down.

Reacting on instincts from his wolf, he flipped over and started biting and scratching at his attacker in hopes of escaping the crushing body on top of him.
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Spending a few hours playing with each other, Fenrir found he had enough of the childish play, he didn't mind his mate happy, but now was the time for other things, more important.

Jumping on his mate, he wrestled the little werewolf to the ground, ignoring the bites and bruises he got from the alarmed creature.

Managing to pin his mate, the bigger wolf encircled the fragile neck with its massive jaws, freezing the submissive in his place.

Emitting a warning growl, Fenrir released the other wolf only to flip him over his stomach.

When the black wolf tried to scramble away he completely lost all control over his beast, the wolf in him not accepting that his chosen mate is trying to escape their bonding.
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Harry was petrified, feeling the much bigger werewolf looming upon him.
Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in the exact place he was marked a month before following by a much deeper and more excruciating pain when his entrance was brutally breached by a deep trust the other gave.

The small wolf howled as he felt its muscles tear apart by the furious movements inside him.

The vicious trusts of the alpha left Harry reeling from the conflicting feeling inside him.
In one hand, the wolf in him felt it was its mates' right to do as it pleases and took the pain as punishment for disobeying its alpha.
Harry on the other hand, felt violated and hurt by the unprovoked attack. He wanted to escape the pain but the war inside him with the wolf and the suppressing weight on top of him combined with the pain of the brutal penetration, left Harry week and feeling defenseless.

Giving up for the moment on the prospect of escaping, Harry decided to stay as still as possible and just wait for the pain to stop.
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Feeling the body under him go limp, the enraged werewolf stopped its vicious assault and let the human in him rises once again.

The moment he had control again, Fenrir stilled his movements, rebuking himself for loosing control and hurting his mate.

Gently withdrawing from the abused body, Fenrir watched his defeated mate, feeling a wave of self disgust for bringing his spirited cub to its current state.

Bending down, he swept his tongue over the torn and slightly bleeding opening, trying to heal as well as comfort his little mate.

He didn't register the change in his mates' state till a small whimper reached his ears.

Looking up from his work, he suddenly smelt the heavy sent of arousal hanging in the air and noticed the small, involuntary trusts his cub was giving, trying to bring friction to his rigid shaft as well as trying to burry the tongue lapping at him deeper into his body.

Flashing his teeth in the werewolf equivalent of a wicked grin, Fenrir darted his tongue over the small opening circling the rosette lightly and making the black wolf arch and squirm.

Thrusting into Harry’s writhing body he sheathed himself completely with one forceful lunge, aiming for the sweet spot in the body underneath him.
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Harry was totally unprepared for Fenrir actions after he had stilled.

He tried to ignore the pleasurable feelings building inside him as the wet tongue brushing over his abused entrance, but with the wolf in him purring in joy, it was impossible.

When Fenrir increased his ministration, Harry thought he was going to die, if from embarrassment or from the pleasure, he didn't know.

He was alarmed when Fenrir penetrated him for the second time that night, the pain of the first time still fresh on his mind.

But this time, instead of pain, the motion made Harry curl his body in bliss as a rush of absolute ecstasy crashed over him, when at that moment; his mate made it a point to ram into something inside him that literally made him see stars.
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Growling as he felt his mates' pleasure by the increase of pheromones in the air, Fenrir quickened the tempo of his movements, enjoying the tight walls surrounding his cock, pulsing and squeezing him to the point of almost pain.

With a final thrust, the silver wolf came, howling his relies to the moon and cementing his bond to the small submissive under him.

A moment later, he retreated from the still clenching passage and pushed his little mate to make him turn around; exposing the still erect shaft the black wolf was sprouting.

Bending down, Fenrir started lapping at the straining organ, bringing Harry to a fast and powerful orgasm.

After cleaning the residue, he lay down next to his exhausted mate, Fenrir noted with great amusement that the little one passed out from it all.

Deciding that they both had enough, he curled around his mate and fell asleep.