Watched Wolf
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
1
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3,117
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5
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Watched Wolf
Title: Watched Wolf
Author: malfoil
Pairing: Fenrir/Remus
Rating: R
Disclaimer: JK owns them, not me.
Word Count: 1,134
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Fenrir can feel the blood drying on his lips. Scratches line his face and arms, and one long gash can be seen on his leg. He doesn\'t like to wear clothing often, especially not underground, in the caves, where the wolves had to make themselves a quiet home, away from the delicate sensitivities of the wizarding community.
He stretches his arms, closing his eyes, forcing the wounds closed tightly with his mind. He isn\'t one of the magical werewolves - he has almost no tolerance for such traitors. There aren\'t many who are able to hold a wand and grow fangs at the same time, with the exception of vampires, but Fenrir doesn\'t mind them - they don\'t eat. They only feed.
Fenrir licks his lips and open his eyes. He can hear the traitor milling around, sniffing for signs of the others. Fenrir has already learned how to slip into invisbility, unlike this Remus Lupin who has tried time and time again to become one of the pack. Fenrir knows that Remus is a wizard sympathiser, and that automatically makes him a traitor. He\'s been around too long to trust such pushovers.
Yet...there is something that binds them together. Fenrir can see the teethmarks when Remus sticks out his snout, and he knows then: this is one of his own. He has bitten too many to keep track, but this one survived, and that is enough. He\'s seen him a few other times, and can tell from the scent that this is the same wolf who came to him years ago, asking him why.
That\'s what they always asked: why. Why me? Why can\'t you just leave us alone? Fenrir hate them all. He hates the words of accusation - words, he thinks, that should be gratitude and devotion. He has freed them, has made them something better. He\'s given them the taste of flesh, of blood, of life. They see only fur and transformations, they hear only howling.
This time, Remus appears, sniffing at Fenrir for a few seconds before realising he isn\'t alone. Fenrir growls, and Remus does nothing but blink. He looks scared, but does not retreat. They stare for several seconds before, finally, Fenrir gives one last warning growl before leaving the other wolf. He knows that Remus will keep his distance, and he still does not trust him. Remus is not thankful, but neither is he admonishing. His amber eyes are blank as he leaves the caves, to return time after time, always sitting, waiting for Fenrir to invite him closer.
Fenrir does no such thing. For months, he knows of the traitor - wearing his bite mark, yet it seems to mean nothing. He lets him listen, to hear what they are doing, to see what they are planning. It is a sort of test, though Fenrir does not mention it to the others.
When they return from the first stage of their plan, Fenrir is elated. He can see Remus watching from beyond, looking worn and tired. The younger wolf blinks and slinks away, saying nothing, like always. This time, however, Fenrir decides to follow him. There is no betrayal in scent, no display of anger or delight at the death of one powerful wizard. There is just the usual blankness with a touch of sadness.
Fenrir makes no sound as he makes his way out of the caves once more, his teeth pink, his eyes bright and alert. Remus transforms in the pale moonlight, grabbing at clothes he\'s stored behind a rock. Fenrir simply watches, waiting as Remus dresses, looks around furtively, and begins a slow walk towards what Fenrir guesses must be home. The grebacked wolf keeps silent as possible as he follows, much like a dog following his master. Though Remus, Fenrir knows, will never be able to command. With the bite bestowed upon him, Remus Lupin gained the burden of awkward self-consciousness.
Remus slips into a small house, more like a shack than anything else. Fenrir waits, his eyes watching through the darkness, as Remus goes about his business within the small building. Remus fixes dinner, eats it, and lays by the small hearth in his home. Fenrir creeps closer, waiting until pitch black nightfall to transform. It is colder without his fur, but it does not concern him. He can see the flickering firelight in the room and he presses his face to the window, looking in.
Remus has closed his eyes, leaning back, tears streaming silently down his pale face. Fenrir does not blink once as Remus\'s hands slide over his face, brushing away tears. Remus gives his usual blink towards the flames, but this time there is torn emotion behind the shaky gaze. Hands move towards his abdomen, undoing the loose belt. Fenrir looks about the room, wondering what brought the need that he can almost taste in the air. A small portrait is clasped tightly in Remus\'s right hand, but all Fenrir can make out is dark hair framing a smiling face, barking in laughter.
Fenrir growls as Remus lowers his trousers, freeing his cock, stroking it slowly but purposefully. In the cold, outside, Fenrir can feel himself stirring. Unashamedly, he reaches for himself, for the hard flesh in his clawed fingers, taking care as he mimics Remus\'s actions. It feels so good, watching the unassuming young wolf, seeing the pained eyes, smelling the despair. Fenrir bites down, growls spreading from his stomach, making it hard to keep silent. Remus looks so beautiful, and Fenrir wants to taste him - wants to lick the soft skin, to taste the tears still running faithfully down the wolfish face. Wants to feel the warm, salty release in his mouth, wants to bite on the naked thigh and taste the warm, flowing blood. Fenrir wants to be flooded with Remus, completely and fully.
He comes quickly, white spurting over his hand and legs. Remus lasts a while longer, letting out a slow hiss of a name, his eyes tight, his hands clamping on the picture.
Sobs break out and Fenrir transforms back into what he thinks of as his natural state. He makes a mental record of the house, of all the smells, of the way two people seem to live there instead of one. And he picks a day, and a time, and a spot on Remus\'s body - the spot just below Remus\'s cock, where he can tell the blood rushes freely.
Fenrir licks his lips, and it\'s as if he can already taste the warmth of the other wolf. He will come back, and take what is his once again. He will show Remus what mark binds them together.
And then he will bite.
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Author: malfoil
Pairing: Fenrir/Remus
Rating: R
Disclaimer: JK owns them, not me.
Word Count: 1,134
***
Fenrir can feel the blood drying on his lips. Scratches line his face and arms, and one long gash can be seen on his leg. He doesn\'t like to wear clothing often, especially not underground, in the caves, where the wolves had to make themselves a quiet home, away from the delicate sensitivities of the wizarding community.
He stretches his arms, closing his eyes, forcing the wounds closed tightly with his mind. He isn\'t one of the magical werewolves - he has almost no tolerance for such traitors. There aren\'t many who are able to hold a wand and grow fangs at the same time, with the exception of vampires, but Fenrir doesn\'t mind them - they don\'t eat. They only feed.
Fenrir licks his lips and open his eyes. He can hear the traitor milling around, sniffing for signs of the others. Fenrir has already learned how to slip into invisbility, unlike this Remus Lupin who has tried time and time again to become one of the pack. Fenrir knows that Remus is a wizard sympathiser, and that automatically makes him a traitor. He\'s been around too long to trust such pushovers.
Yet...there is something that binds them together. Fenrir can see the teethmarks when Remus sticks out his snout, and he knows then: this is one of his own. He has bitten too many to keep track, but this one survived, and that is enough. He\'s seen him a few other times, and can tell from the scent that this is the same wolf who came to him years ago, asking him why.
That\'s what they always asked: why. Why me? Why can\'t you just leave us alone? Fenrir hate them all. He hates the words of accusation - words, he thinks, that should be gratitude and devotion. He has freed them, has made them something better. He\'s given them the taste of flesh, of blood, of life. They see only fur and transformations, they hear only howling.
This time, Remus appears, sniffing at Fenrir for a few seconds before realising he isn\'t alone. Fenrir growls, and Remus does nothing but blink. He looks scared, but does not retreat. They stare for several seconds before, finally, Fenrir gives one last warning growl before leaving the other wolf. He knows that Remus will keep his distance, and he still does not trust him. Remus is not thankful, but neither is he admonishing. His amber eyes are blank as he leaves the caves, to return time after time, always sitting, waiting for Fenrir to invite him closer.
Fenrir does no such thing. For months, he knows of the traitor - wearing his bite mark, yet it seems to mean nothing. He lets him listen, to hear what they are doing, to see what they are planning. It is a sort of test, though Fenrir does not mention it to the others.
When they return from the first stage of their plan, Fenrir is elated. He can see Remus watching from beyond, looking worn and tired. The younger wolf blinks and slinks away, saying nothing, like always. This time, however, Fenrir decides to follow him. There is no betrayal in scent, no display of anger or delight at the death of one powerful wizard. There is just the usual blankness with a touch of sadness.
Fenrir makes no sound as he makes his way out of the caves once more, his teeth pink, his eyes bright and alert. Remus transforms in the pale moonlight, grabbing at clothes he\'s stored behind a rock. Fenrir simply watches, waiting as Remus dresses, looks around furtively, and begins a slow walk towards what Fenrir guesses must be home. The grebacked wolf keeps silent as possible as he follows, much like a dog following his master. Though Remus, Fenrir knows, will never be able to command. With the bite bestowed upon him, Remus Lupin gained the burden of awkward self-consciousness.
Remus slips into a small house, more like a shack than anything else. Fenrir waits, his eyes watching through the darkness, as Remus goes about his business within the small building. Remus fixes dinner, eats it, and lays by the small hearth in his home. Fenrir creeps closer, waiting until pitch black nightfall to transform. It is colder without his fur, but it does not concern him. He can see the flickering firelight in the room and he presses his face to the window, looking in.
Remus has closed his eyes, leaning back, tears streaming silently down his pale face. Fenrir does not blink once as Remus\'s hands slide over his face, brushing away tears. Remus gives his usual blink towards the flames, but this time there is torn emotion behind the shaky gaze. Hands move towards his abdomen, undoing the loose belt. Fenrir looks about the room, wondering what brought the need that he can almost taste in the air. A small portrait is clasped tightly in Remus\'s right hand, but all Fenrir can make out is dark hair framing a smiling face, barking in laughter.
Fenrir growls as Remus lowers his trousers, freeing his cock, stroking it slowly but purposefully. In the cold, outside, Fenrir can feel himself stirring. Unashamedly, he reaches for himself, for the hard flesh in his clawed fingers, taking care as he mimics Remus\'s actions. It feels so good, watching the unassuming young wolf, seeing the pained eyes, smelling the despair. Fenrir bites down, growls spreading from his stomach, making it hard to keep silent. Remus looks so beautiful, and Fenrir wants to taste him - wants to lick the soft skin, to taste the tears still running faithfully down the wolfish face. Wants to feel the warm, salty release in his mouth, wants to bite on the naked thigh and taste the warm, flowing blood. Fenrir wants to be flooded with Remus, completely and fully.
He comes quickly, white spurting over his hand and legs. Remus lasts a while longer, letting out a slow hiss of a name, his eyes tight, his hands clamping on the picture.
Sobs break out and Fenrir transforms back into what he thinks of as his natural state. He makes a mental record of the house, of all the smells, of the way two people seem to live there instead of one. And he picks a day, and a time, and a spot on Remus\'s body - the spot just below Remus\'s cock, where he can tell the blood rushes freely.
Fenrir licks his lips, and it\'s as if he can already taste the warmth of the other wolf. He will come back, and take what is his once again. He will show Remus what mark binds them together.
And then he will bite.
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