Hungry Like The Wolf

Title: Hungry Like The Wolf
Email: ilovelucius@hotmail.com
Site: http://www.livejournal.com/users/anathdemalfoy
Author: Anath de Malfoy
Disclaimer: All characters and profits belong to J.K. Rowling. This
is just me playing silly-buggers with them (no pun intended).
Distribution: Here, and possibly on my LJ and Adultfanfiction.net
after the embargo is lifted.
Spoilers: Possibly books 1-5
Summary: PWP/Romance/AU; an annual game between lovers, with a few
pleasant surprises…
Pairings: Harry Potter/Remus Lupin (main); Nymphadora Tonks/Luna
Lovegood (implied)
Author Note: Written for the Merrywizards Secret Santa Challenge
2003, #3
Requested: Pairing (second choice delivered) Type (Anything – no
Mpreg or suicide – delivered) Special Requests (a bit of humour and a
pinch of smut – delivered)

The blonde girl with her strange seashell earrings and faraway gaze
is not the intended prey of the gentleman in the shadows, sinister
and elegant in his tuxedo, cape and top hat, a wolfish gleam in his
amber eyes. Although her name, which invokes the moon, and her dress,
the colour of freshly spilt blood, would make her a fitting quarry
for another predator, the gaze of the man with the hair of
distinguished grey and the lupine grace of movement is riveted on her
companion. A young man with a boyish aspect to him still; the hero
who fought and killed the Dark Lord Voldemort, the valiant young
Auror who has vanquished many Dark wizards and witches since then.
His eyes are a brilliant green, still shielded by the glasses he has
worn since childhood, and his frame is lithe and taut. A scar shaped
like a lightning bolt upon his forehead is the only blemish on his
handsome face, and the way he walks bespeaks a trace of youthful
innocence. Out for a night on the town in Hogsmeade with his lady
friend; not knowing what awaits him in the shadows up ahead…

A theatrical scream rings out across the street as the couple reach
the secluded area where the wolf-eyed gentleman is lurking; he has
emerged, wand drawn and brandished menacingly, seizing the arm of the
young Auror and abducting him. The pair Disapparate fast as lightning
and Apparate in a rented room close by, its luxurious gloom lit only
by numerous candle flames that shimmer cold and ghostly in the
darkness. In the street below the Auror\'s female companion collapses
against a wall, feigning sobs; she is gathered into the strong and
capable arms of a woman whose official-looking navy blue robes
exactly match the colour of her close-cropped hair, and asked if she
is all right. Unable to speak, the blonde girl merely clings to her
rescuer, holding her a little closer than is seemly in a public place…

In the grand but forbidding chamber above the street, however, the
damsel in distress is soon forgotten as the wolf-eyed gentleman tears
the clothing from both the Auror and himself. He covers the younger
man\'s face and neck with fierce kisses that are almost bites, pushing
him roughly onto the ornate four-poster bed, flat on his back upon
the crimson velvet counterpane. The young man gasps as he feels his
cock swell unbidden to full erection, and the wolf-man emits a
snarling laugh before bending to take that aching hardness in his
mouth, teasing its leaking tip with his tongue, then surrounding it
with the warmth and wetness of his throat. Moaning uncontrollably,
the Auror grabs fistfuls of the other\'s hair and lifts his hips
involuntarily, urging his lover to pleasure him more, to take him
deeper. Which he does, that soft mouth engulfing the young one\'s
shaft, those sharp yet careful teeth gently scraping its length,
causing the younger man to whimper at the slight edge of luscious
pain.

Moments away from his young lover\'s climax, the wolf-man pulls his
wicked mouth away and spreads the Auror\'s legs apart, wand poised and
ready to cast a lubrication spell. But all of a sudden the younger
man has sat up and seized his own wand, shouting, \"Expelliarmus!\" and
sending the wolfish gentleman\'s wand flying across the room. Swift
and strong, the Auror overpowers his lupine lover, turning him face
down on the bed and shouting, \"Accio!\" to retrieve a vial of clear
and viscous gel from the nearby nightstand.

The wolf-like man is momentarily shocked, but cannot hold back a
burst of laughter and a shout of, \"Harry Potter, you tricky bastard!\"
Harry merely grins and bends to kiss the side of his lover\'s face,
whispering, \"You forgot that it\'s my turn to be on top this time,
Remus…\"

Groaning and struggling a little in feigned protest, Remus Lupin
cannot help but give himself over to the pleasure of Harry\'s feather-
light kisses on his shoulders, along his spine and over the tight
curves of his buttocks. He moans and raises his hips as Harry parts
his arse-cheeks and runs a slick, exploring tongue along his cleft,
seeking out the clenched pucker of the entrance, parting its folds
slightly and sending delicious tingling shivers all through Remus\'
helpless, enraptured flesh.

\"Gods, boy, just fuck me t not now, please!\" Remus begs, but this
merely earns him a hard-handed slap on his bare arse and a stern
warning of \"I will when I\'m good and ready, you lecherous beast!\"
from Harry. Remus moans again as that delectable, teasing tongue
licks across his needing opening, and one of Harry\'s hands strays
underneath to gently cup Remus\' balls and stroke his erect and
throbbing prick.

\"You\'re so sweet when you\'re all sexually frustrated,\" Harry purrs,
rubbing his thumb across the dampened head of Remus\' cock, making him
mewl and almost sob with the exquisite yearning Harry\'s touch
produces. \"I should really Transfigure something into a cock-ring and
keep you like this. But I\'m in a generous mood, so I\'ll be kind and
let you come after I do. But you\'re not to come until I say you can.
Is that clear, Remus?\"

\"Yes, anything!\" Remus almost screams, his desire peaking, and Harry
at last begins to smooth the crack of Remus\' arse with the
lubricating potion. Slowly inserting first one finger, then another,
gently titillating his lover with sensual motions against his
prostate before anointing his own swollen prick and thrusting in,
making Remus cry Harry\'s name aloud as the younger man starts to take
him at a steady but relentless place, pulling back each time, almost
totally withdrawing, and slamming back into Remus with the ferocity
of a rutting animal. Remus can only writhe and plead beneath Harry,
allowing the man he loves to dominate him fully, to stretch him wide
and make him feel more controlled and fulfilled and loved than he has
ever been in his whole life. He finds himself panting harshly,
gripping the bedclothes in tightly balled fists as Harry speeds up
his thrusts, beginning to tantalisingly caress Remus\' erection with
an expert hand.

At long last Remus senses Harry\'s climax drawing near; as the younger
man begins to shudder and gasp, he cries out, \"Come for me, Remus!\"
and tightens his grip on his lover\'s shaft. With a wordless,
dissonant howl, Remus shoots his seed all over Harry\'s hand, and lies
spent and sweating on the bed. Harry tenderly withdraws from inside
his lover, licking the salty drops of Remus\' emission from his
fingers with obvious relish before taking the werewolf in his arms
and giving him a deep and sensuous kiss.

There will be plenty of time later to enjoy the bottle of chilled
champagne that awaits them in the next room, with a card propped next
to it bearing the legend, \"Happy Anniversary, Harry and Remus, from
your friends Luna and Tonks.\" These two good ladies have of course
assisted in concocting the elaborate charade of Harry\'s abduction by
playing the roles of lady in distress and rescuer respectively, and
will no doubt be occupying rooms nearby, enjoying a sensual
celebration of their own.

~ Fin.