Hungry Like The Wolf
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Hungry Like The Wolf
Title: Hungry Like The Wolf
Author: Anath de Malfoy
Pairings: Harry Potter/Remus Lupin (main); Nymphadora Tonks/Luna Lovegood (implied)
Warnings: M/M slash, hints of femmeslash
Spoilers: Possibly books 1-5
Summary: PWP/Romance/AU; an annual game between lovers, with a few pleasant surprises...
Disclaimer: All characters and profits belong to J.K. Rowling. This is just me playing silly-buggers with them (no pun intended).
Author\'s Note: Written for the Merrywizards Yahoo Group Secret Santa Challenge 2003
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 reaches 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 ornfourfour-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 loto pto 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 right 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.
Author: Anath de Malfoy
Pairings: Harry Potter/Remus Lupin (main); Nymphadora Tonks/Luna Lovegood (implied)
Warnings: M/M slash, hints of femmeslash
Spoilers: Possibly books 1-5
Summary: PWP/Romance/AU; an annual game between lovers, with a few pleasant surprises...
Disclaimer: All characters and profits belong to J.K. Rowling. This is just me playing silly-buggers with them (no pun intended).
Author\'s Note: Written for the Merrywizards Yahoo Group Secret Santa Challenge 2003
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 reaches 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 ornfourfour-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 loto pto 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 right 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.