Sacrifice

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Slowly, Harry's eyes blinked open. He was laying on his side somewhere very soft and comfortable and through the semi-darkness he could make out the slumped figure of Fenrir, on the floor with his back resting against the door into the room they were in. The teenager pushed himself up into a sit and glanced around the bedroom of the set of rooms that the old wizard (who had introduced himself as Professor Albus Dumbledore) had shown them to that morning. Seeing the window and the view outside, it was now well into sun-set. He had slept for several hours then. He was sure he hadn't fallen asleep in the bed...And he definitely hadn't been naked like he was at that moment.

Harry carefully pushed the thick duvet off of himself and swung his legs over the side of the bed so he could stand, before he quietly crept over to where Fenrir was slumped. As he got closer, he began to hear the Alpha's deep and rumbling snores. It was a noise Harry always associated with safety and he smiled to himself as he got down with Fenrir and carefully cuddled up to him, in between the man's legs, making every effort possible to avoid waking him.

"You all right?" Fenrir's voice rumbled suddenly, throwing Harry's attempts to not wake him out the window. A glance up at the man's face showed that he still had his eyes shut however.

"Of course. It was just lonely in the bed."

"Comfortable though?"

"Oh yeah, really comfortable. I've never slept in a real bed before."

Fenrir's eyes flew open at that and he gave Harry a stern look. "What about before you met Isaac?"

"There was no room for a bed in my cupboard." Harry replied as though that should've been obvious.

"You're what?"

"My cupboard, under the stairs. That's where I slept when I lived with my relatives. It was also where I spent most of my time seeing as I got chucked and locked in there on a regular basis." The boy explained without a care, as though what he was recalling wasn't completely horrendous.

The Alpha said nothing to that, keeping his anger silent for once. If ever he met those Muggles who were Harry's poor excuse for a family, they would die. They would die so slowly and so painfully that they'd beg. They'd beg for a quick death, they'd beg for his mercy. No mercy would be shown though, none at all, not for how they had treated Harry...

"It would be crueller to starve them," Harry said suddenly. "At least for Uncle Vernon and Dudley. Aunt Petunia you could strip naked and then lock her out of the house for all the neighbours to see; she always hated the idea of the neighbours thinking badly of her. Then, after a while, if you still really wanted to, you could kill them."

Fenrir was completely surprised. "How did you know what I was thinking?"

"Considering the look on your face, and the fact that I just know you too well in general, it wasn't hard to guess that you were thinking about some sort of carnage involving my relatives."

The werewolf could bow to that. Even he had to admit that his answer to anything problematic was to kill it or at least kill something.

The gurgle of a growling stomach suddenly roared through the quiet of the bedroom and Harry blushed a little as Fenrir gave him an amused look. "You can't blame me really," he defended weakly. "It's been just a little under a day before I last ate."

"Best see if we can hunt down some food in this place then." The Alpha said as he nudged Harry in a sign that he should stand up.

The two rose together and then Fenrir opened the door and led the way out into whatever room was behind it. The room turned out to be a rather small living room containing little more than one bookcase (which was completely filled with books of various thicknesses), a wireless radio, one two-seat sofa, two armchairs and a coffee table. The colour scheme was dark and inoffensive but that hardly mattered to Harry as his eyes were immediately drawn to all the food waiting for them on the coffee table.

"I've never seen so much food before." The teenager murmured as he slowly approached the table. "Is it all for us, do you think?" He asked Fenrir hesitantly.

Fenrir simply rolled his eyes at the stupid question and plonked himself down heavily in one of the armchairs.

Upon realising he wasn't going to get an answer of any kind, Harry simply paid attention to the food spread out before him. There was all sorts, some on plates, some in bowls, some in jugs, some that was obviously warm and cooked and some that was obviously cold and raw. It was so hard to choose what to eat first. In the end, he decided to go for a warm, long cylinder-shaped thing which looked familiar but he couldn't remember exactly what it was.

"You sure you wanna eat that?" The man grunted suddenly.

Harry paused with the food halfway to his mouth and glanced at his Alpha. "Why, what is it?"

"Meat."

"Really?" Curiously, the boy sniffed at the object. "It doesn't smell like blood." He noted.

"That's because it's cooked." Fenrir muttered, clearly unimpressed by that fact.

"Oh." Was all Harry could think to say to that. He gave the food another sniff and a slight glance before he decided against it and put it back on its plate with the others. After a bit more consideration, he chose to go for something safe; a piece of toast.

Fenrir watched Harry picking at the food with a casual interest for several minutes. Gradually, he became more interested the more he watched the movements of the teenager's naked form. The full moon of November was fast approaching and he was starting to feel it more and more. That meant his normally short fuse would be even shorter and that his healthy libido would become just that little harder to satisfy.

"Pup."

Harry paused and glanced over his shoulder, still leaned over the table.

Fenrir patted his right thigh. "Come sit."

The boy appeared as though he was about to protest but, perhaps because he knew what time of the month it was, he decided against it. It was with a light sigh that he left the table full of food and moved over to his Alpha, sitting on the man's lap and allowing his body to be pulled into the desired position. He ended up with his back resting against Fenrir's chest, straddling the large thighs so his legs were spread wide.

"Are you starting to feel the full moon yet, Pup?" Fenrir questioned, his voice already turning gravely from lust.

"Is that a round-about way of asking if I'm feeling randy?" Harry grinned playfully, turning his head so he could look at his Alpha. The fact that it brought their lips a mere breath away from each other was simply a bonus.

"Are you?"

Harry's grin turned into a wicked smirk. "No." He said as he turned his head back to its natural resting position. "You'll just have to seduce me."

An impatient growl left Fenrir then as he grabbed the teenager's face and forced it to turn back to him so he could mash their lips together. Harry, despite his previous denial, didn't hesitate to eagerly return the kiss, his tongue coming out to meet his Alpha's boldly.

It didn't take long for the initial rush of the kiss to calm and for it to become more languid and leisurely. Fenrir wasn't really one for kissing. In fact, Harry was the only person he had ever kissed and he probably wouldn't have bothered if not for the fact the boy seemed to like it. However, even the Alpha had to admit that a kiss was a handy tool in establishing dominance over the pup who occasionally got too big for his boots. And they were convenient method of getting situations such as their current one under way.

Fenrir broke the kiss quite abruptly and it left Harry cross-eyed and breathing heavily. The boy blinked several times to get his vision back into focus before his eyes met and locked with his Alpha's. "We're going all the way this time, Pup." The man growled lowly.

Although a twinge of anxiety ran through Harry upon hearing that, his growing erection also gave a little twitch of interest. He and Fenrir had never gone all the way to penetrative mating before, Fenrir's reasoning being that with nothing to properly lubricate the entry it could, and probably would, cause Harry a lot of pain and quite a bit of tearing. Harry knew all about the penetrative process thanks to many a graphic description from the Alpha but he had yet to experience it. Now, apparently, that was about to change.

"What are you going to use?" The teenager asked, his tone somewhere between anxious and excited.

"You're going to use the butter." Fenrir said as he lifted one of his hands to show his long, sharp finger-nails. "I'd rip you up with these so you'll prepare yourself."

That seemed to only make Harry even more nervous and he hesitantly glanced to the little dish on the table which held the slab of yellow butter. "You'll talk me through it?"

"As much as you need me to."

"All right then." He agreed quietly as he leaned forwards almost completely (both of Fenrir's hands on his hips to save him just in case he over-balanced) and grabbed the butter from off the table. He straightened up, back into his original position, but then stopped. "Now what do I do?" He asked unsurely.

"Butter up your fingers."

Harry did as he was told, rubbing the lengths of the fingers on his left hand in a swirling motion against the butter so that it gradually melted and slicked his fingers from the tips to the second knuckles. When that was done, the teenager didn't even get a chance to ask what he was supposed to do next before Fenrir took hold of his wrist so he had complete control over the hand. It was guided down, past the already stiff erection, and then underneath.

"Stiffen your index finger," Fenrir growled quietly. "And circle your hole."

The boy hesitated at that. True, Fenrir had done something similar to that during their last heat, but to do it himself...It was a rather embarrassing thought. Never one to back down, however, Harry did as he was told and, very tentatively, he started to circle the wrinkled skin of his entrance. He started of making slow rings around it but he increased the pressure slightly when he decided that the ticklish sensation the light touch created was more irritating than anything. That increase in pressure worked though and the new sensations he was creating in himself were pleasurable in an odd sort of way, just like when Fenrir had done it to him.

From experience, Harry knew where to go from there. When he was bored of just doing as he had been told, he took the initiative and carefully breached the tight ring of muscle. Thanks to the butter, his finger slid in easily and the teenager felt nothing but good things. He gave a tiny sigh of delight and leaned back against his Alpha contentedly.

As the boy enjoyed himself, Fenrir did also. It was strange for him, to get pleasure simply from the fact that Harry was getting pleasure, he was usually a very selfish man when it came to such things. He realised, however, that for that moment, he was quite satisfied sitting with a lap full of eager pup who was deliciously pleasuring himself with his own fingers. A strange happening but not an unwelcome one.

Of course, the Alpha's patience could only stretch so far. When Harry had three fingers inside of himself and was obviously getting very enthusiastic about his solo pursuit, Fenrir decided it was time to remind the boy that there was another person with him. The man caught Harry's free hand just as it was inching towards his erection. The teenager gave a small whimper of protest as his fingers were laced with the much larger ones of Fenrir. Then, when a second hand wrapped around the wrist of the hand he had inside himself and started to pull it away, he couldn't help but protest out loud.

"Fenrir," he groaned as his fingers left him empty.

"Don't whine," the man growled lowly. "Now keep your hands to yourself for long enough and you'll get something better than a few skinny fingers up your arse."

That promise seemed to do the trick as Harry refrained from touching himself even when both of his hands were released. Fenrir made a quick job of buttering up his straining erection before he guided it to his mate's loosened opening. The head nudged the tight ring but it didn't start to penetrate. It simply just there, just touching the skin.

"What are you waiting for?" Harry demanded impatiently.

"Maybe I'm waiting for someone to walk in." Fenrir sneered in a way that was positively feral, directly in the teenager's ear. "Imagine if that happened, Pup. That old coot or maybe the retarded giant. What if they walked in right now? They'd see you, Pup. Not me, but they'd see you. Flushed, buttered up, gagging for it. Then, before they could even properly understand the situation, I'd take you. I'd ruin your innocence right in front of them, their darling little saviour being savaged by the brutish Fenrir Greyback. But you'd be loving it, every second of it. How lucky for the Wizarding world, to have a whore for a saviour."

"Fenrir!" Harry moaned desperately as he tried to push his weight down to make his Alpha enter him. "Please, if you have to say such dirty things then can't you do it while you're inside me?"

The werewolf smirked and brought a hand up to the boy's cheek to turn it. Their lust-darkened eyes met as their noses were a hair's width away from touching. "I like your enthusiasm." He grinned before thrusting his hips up and entering Harry roughly and completely.

Harry's breath hissed in harshly and he froze at the entry; it hurt a Hell of a lot more than he thought it was going to. The sting was atrocious and the fullness was slightly uncomfortable because, obviously, Fenrir was a lot bigger than three of his own fingers. Fenrir was, surprisingly, doing the considerate thing of waiting for Harry to adjust, sitting still inside him. After only a moment or two, however, Harry's impatience got the better of him and he took matters into his own hands. Awkwardly, he lifted himself up quickly and then let himself slide back down. It earned him a choked groan from the Alpha and it, oddly, took the edge off of the sting.

"Move, Fenrir," Harry ordered breathlessly. "It doesn't hurt so bad when you move."

Fenrir didn't reply verbally to that but he did do as he was told and started to move both himself and Harry. As he thrusted his own hips up, he brought Harry down. When he moved back out, he helped the teenager to lift himself up. It took them a little while to get the perfect rhythm and they started out slow, Fenrir tunnelling into the feel of Harry's movements, sheathing himself to the hilt and then withdrawing with just the bulbous tip of the head remaining inside. Every slow slide forward scraped along Harry's walls in the most delicious way and, occasionally, there would be the barest nudge to the boy's prostate, just enough to send a teasing bolt of pleasure through him. None of it was enough to satisfy, only to tease, and it was a novelty for Fenrir who only ever did things hard and fast.

“You feel so good, Pup," he husked in the teenager's ear, his chapped lips just caressing the shell. “I could stroke you all night long…”

“Oh, noooo...” Harry moaned in protest; as good as it felt he was sure he couldn't take the sweet torture for so long.

“Turn your head,” Fenrir insisted, biting the boy's neck and using his cheek to turn Harry's face to the portrait hole into their rooms. “It could happen, Pup. Any minute now, without warning, someone could walk in, and they'd see us together, like this. How shocked would they be, do you think? They probably expect me to be your father figure. How shocked would they be to find out what I feel for you is far from fatherly?"

It was a scandalous thought and, despite the fact Fenrir was mostly saying it for his own pleasure, Harry got a certain kick out of it as well. He clutched at the arms of the armchair as he energetically lifted himself up and then let himself drop, meeting Fenrir's thrust and driving the length deeper into him. His walls tightened reflexively and he heard his Alpha hiss at the intentional massage. It was such an intense situation. They were so close and the things they felt for each other at that moment were so primal. It was both exhausting and exhilarating, Harry wanted it to stop and he never wanted it to end.

Their rhythm quickened suddenly as Harry began to rush towards his completion. He leaned his head back to rest of Fenrir's broad shoulder as he arched his back and struggled to keep any rhythm as he continued to climb to orgasm. "Uunngh, Fenrir, please, I need, I can't..."

Fenrir planted his feet on the floor for better leverage before he started to plough into his mate so enthusiastically that the boy was basically bouncing up with each thrust. Harry brought his arms up and around behind himself to circle the Alpha's neck, his eyes screwed shut, his mouth permanently open as he struggled to breathe regularly. Fenrir brought a hand down to jerk the teenager's erection and it only took two strokes before Harry cried out his completion, his back arching as far as it could as his seed shot out over and past the hand encircling him.

Gritting his teeth, Fenrir closed his eyes and gave himself over to the clenching of the walls around him. His length swelled inside Harry, every sensitive inch of him dragging in and out at a maddening speed. The smell of sex, their sex, made him insane with stamping his ownership on the pup. He plundered the smaller body, his hips jerking into Harry's, sure to leave bruises later. As the contractions started to ebb away, the man felt his control slip. He was beyond caring though. He let it go and gave himself up, fingers digging into Harry's hips as he roughly forced his body up and down. With a wild, primal roar, he exploded into him, a copious amount of release pouring into the battered tunnel in thick spurts.

Grunting, Fenrir's head snapped back and his eyes closed as he savoured his orgasm, riding out the last waves leisurely. When he opened his eyes to the sound of Harry's sobbing breath, he lifted his head with great effort so he could press open-mouthed kisses onto the sweat-slicked skin of the boy's shoulder and neck. Harry's arms were still around his neck, surprisingly strong and holding him stubbornly close. The room spun for both of them and it was just as well they were both sitting down as their limp frames would never had supported their weight.

"You all right?" Fenrir grunted eventually.

Harry didn't reply right away but it wasn't long before he gave a small, breathy laugh. "I don't think I've ever been so tired. It's a good kind of tired though," he stretched here, arching his back and pushing his arms behind Fenrir's head. "I could get very used to it."

The man chuckled at that, a deep rumbling chuckle that Harry thought sounded wonderful. "Once again, I like you're enthusiasm." He said lowly, nuzzling the boy's neck in a surprisingly tender manner. "I feel like I could do it all again."

"Don't exaggerate." Harry chuckled, going to stretch again but being stopped when Fenrir grabbed his face and turned it to force another kiss onto the already bruised lips.

Perhaps Fenrir was determined to prove that he could go on all night, but whatever his intent was, it was lost when there was a knock at the portrait. The sound had the two males separating instantly to look over at the sealed hole.

"Shit timing." The Alpha grunted.

"Oh, I don't know, would've been worse if whoever it was arrived five minutes ago." Harry countered as he awkwardly pulled himself up. The limp length slid out of him and both he and Fenrir winced at the sensation it created. Undeterred by that and the fact walking was also painful, the teenager started to make his way across the sitting room, towards the door of the bedroom they had slept in.

"Where are you going?" Fenrir asked, watching the boy lazily from the chair.

"To put my robe on. Not everyone is as nonchalant as we are about being naked." And with that, opened the bedroom door and disappeared behind it.

Fenrir rolled his eyes at that, a second series of knocks coming just as he did so. “Yeah?" He called out by way of invitation.

The portrait swung out then and Fenrir turned his head just enough to see Dumbledore start to walk in. No doubt from the way the Alpha looked and the heavy scent of sex that hung in the room, it was extremely obvious what had just happened. It would be interesting, however, just how long Dumbledore would live in denial. After all, with no Harry present, it was possible that Fenrir had simply had and extremely enthusiastic masturbation session. Very unlikely, but not impossible.

"You're more rested now, I hope." The old wizard said by way of greeting.

"Enough to get by." Fenrir grunted as he leaned forward in his chair so he could reach the food on the table. He grabbed one of the plates and started to pile it high with a little bit of everything that wasn't meat related.

"Harry is still asleep?"

"No, he's putting a robe on to protect your delicate sensibilities." The Alpha muttered, tone clearly disgusted.

"You haven't completely ruined him with your influence then." Dumbledore noted, sitting down in the armchair opposite the other man, and Fenrir chose to completely ignore him. "How much does he know?" The Headmaster asked next.

"As much as I know."

"He knows about his parents?"

"Yep."

"He knows about Voldemort?"

"That's why we're here."

"We?" Dumbledore echoed curiously. "You plan on staying?"

Before Fenrir could reply to that, the bedroom door that Harry had disappeared behind had opened and the teenager came strolling back into the room. He was dressed in his old robe and had clearly recovered from his activities with his Alpha as his face didn't hold even a hint of an aroused blush.

"Good evening, sir." Harry greeted the elderly wizard politely as he moved closer to the seating area.

"Good evening, dear boy." Dumbledore returned kindly and it was clear that he was relieved to be greeted in such a polite manner. "I hope you slept well."

"Not too bad for it being my first time in a bed." The boy assured as he drew towards the food on the table.

"Pup," Fenrir spoke, causing Harry to look up at him. "Food." He grunted, holding up the plate he had prepared.

Harry smiled gently at his Alpha but didn't say anything. He simply moved closer, intending to take the offered plate. However, as he reached out, his arm was grabbed and he was roughly yanked. He stumbled but Fenrir caught him and hefted him onto his lap using just one arm. Harry chuckled at the rough treatment and settled in the man's lap comfortably, his legs draping over the arm of the chair and his upper body supported by one of Fenrir's arms. The plate was plonked on the boy's lap then and he was allowed to get on and satisfy his hunger.

Over the top of Harry's head, Fenrir watched Dumbledore carefully, judging his reaction. It was almost possible to see the cogs in the old wizard's head working as it got harder and harder to deny that the relationship between the two werewolves was hardly platonic. The Headmaster said nothing on the subject though, and instead chose to question their past.

"How did you find him?" He asked Fenrir.

"My Sire was his Sire." Was all the Alpha grunted.

"So he is a werewolf."

"Not completely." Fenrir corrected. "His scent is similar to one and he has several traits that are similar: a heightened sense of smell; a reaction to the phases of the moon; increased stamina, speed and agility. His immune system is average though and he doesn't transform during the full moon."

"Can you stop talking about me like I'm not here?" Harry groused then, sending a light glare up to the man whose lap he sat on.

"All right then, Harry," Dumbledore replied. "Perhaps you could explain to me how you came to leave your family?"

"You mean the Dursley's?" The boy asked, wrinkling his nose. "They were no family of mine. Family don't starve you, or treat you as a slave, or lock you in a cupboard. I left the Durselys while I was still able to. It was a risk, but one I'm glad I took because my life is so much better without them."

"And you were found by your Sire; where's he now?"

"He's dead. He died when I was ten."

"And you've been with your Alpha ever since?"

"That's right."

"And what sort of relationship do you share with him?"

Harry smiled then, turning his head so that it was directed to Fenrir. "He's my mate." He revealed, his voice full of pride and love.

Fenrir allowed himself the grinning smirk which fought so desperately to spread itself across his face. He lifted his eyes to look at Dumbledore and he was amused to find the old wizard looking less than pleased. In fact, he looked angry, something the werewolf only found amusing.

"He's just a child." Dumbledore said in disgust.

"He's a teenager and a sexually mature werewolf. Ask any magical creature, they'll tell you his scent says the same thing." Fenrir sneered.

"Do you honestly think I'm going to let you remain now? I'm going to have alert the authorities of all of this." The Headmaster said grimly.

"Alert them of what, exactly?" The Alpha asked with a feigned confusion. "After the Magical and Dark Creatures Act of 1225, I'm fully within my right to claim another sexually mature magical and/or Dark creature as my mate as long as full consent is given. And believe me, the pup's more than assured me of his consent."

"He's a child, he can't consent."

"He's a Dark creature; your laws and standards don't apply to him."

"You do realise that the Ministry has offered a considerable reward for your capture; Fenrir Greyback is very much a wanted man." Dumbledore warned seriously.

"Ah yes, Fenrir Greyback may be a wanted man, but I'm not Fenrir Greyback." Fenrir said smugly.

"Oh?" Dumbledore asked, actually sounding rather interested.

"My name is Merick Aberwyst." The Alpha revealed.

Although the name's significance was lost on Harry, Dumbledore seemed startled by it. "You can't be."

"Oh, but I am." Fenrir smirked with a toothy, almost feral, grin. "I'm the sole survivor of a terrible massacre; you should be welcoming me, not threatening me.

"But you're also Fenrir Greyback." The old wizard pointed out grimly.

"Am I?" Fenrir challenged almost playfully. "Can you really prove beyond a reasonable doubt that I am Fenrir Greyback? Especially when Fenrir Greyback and Merick Aberwyst are recorded as two completely different werewolves on the Ministry's Dark Creatures registration. A simple DNA recording charm or a drop of blood onto some blood-line parchment will prove to you beyond a doubt that I am Merick Aberwyst."

Dumbledore was obviously not pleased with the revelation, though he didn't scowl or glare, he simply looked very solemn and disappointed. "Your claim will, of course, have to be checked."

"Of course."

"I believe that's all for now then, I'll leave you to yourselves." And with that, the old man stood abruptly and quickly left the room, leaving out of the hole he had originally come through.

Only when he was positive Dumbledore was gone, Harry glanced up to look at Fenrir. "Does this mean I have to call you Merick now?"

"You'll get a clip round the ear if you do." Fenrir muttered sourly. "We'll work out what to do about names when the time comes. For now, just be aware of what you say when there are other people around, and be aware of what they say to you. Remember, Pup, we're not here to fight a war, we're here to escape one."

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End of Chapter 9.
Yay, they finally went all the way :D And only moments before Dumbledore came and talked to them XD
The next chapter is mostly about Fenrir's past which I've made up entirely, and that includes his "real" name (which I'll admit is a really crap name -.-). Rest assured, the crappy name will be used only rarely and only by Dumbledore, because Dumbledore's awkward like that.

Review answering time:

Kyouteki
Nah, I'm not going into the whole separation thing. Too many fics do that, I'm trying to go for something different.

timothyology
Unfortunately, I don't have an Livejournal account. However, I do give you my permission to link the story so people can come read it here :)

ladyroo88
The eye sight will get fixed. When? Soon. How soon? I've forgotten XD

lonelyreverance
I'll give you that it's a little ooc of Fenrir to admit the weakness, it's only to Harry, he wouldn't admit it to anyone else XD

kittycat30
I can't be bothered with the whole separation thing. Everyone does that anyway and I always try to be different.

demonwings2121
I can't stand evil Dumbledore either, it just doesn't feel right and it's usually way out of character (whereas my Fenrir is only a little ooc).

romanticfae
Glad to hear it :D

applesauce_N_soysauce
I'm glad you liked it and I hope this chapter was to your liking as well :)

syn99
Hope the update came soon enough for you :)

morganabythesea
As you saw in this chapter, Harry and Fenrir are staying together but I had to make up a whole past for Fenrir to make it possible XD Hopefully, you and everyone else approve ^_^;

Sirin Black
I hope the wait was worth it :)

julianYES
Woot, woot!

darkpyroangel06
I see Fenrir as a man of extremes as well; with him, it either is or it isn't. And I'm glad you're enjoying everything so much :)

That's all from me for another two weeks. Take care all and see you next time.

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