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Harry Potter Crossovers › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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AN: I'm still sick, and in a weird kind of mood. I think it carried over. Let me know what you think. If any of the warnings might offend you, don't read any more of this...
The long grass was crunching under his paws as he ran across towards the unfamiliar scent.
'Intruder!' was the only though running through his mind.
In no time at all, he had closed the distance from his favourite spot by the lake to the new arrival; faster than even he thought he could.
Once there, he threw himself onto the unwelcome wolf, immediately pinning him onto the ground with ease. He growled his displeasure at the newcomer, but the battle was not yet over. The new wolf had allowed himself to be struck down to see if it was even a battle worth fighting.
'Alone. Mine,' were his thoughts, with the confidence only obtained by years of experience. He dislodged the defending wolf from his ribcage and immediately regained his footing.
It was on.
The wolves' teeth were snapping, catching in fur, narrowly missing, dragging across skin, puncturing flesh. Claws were scratching at opponents' forms, tearing up the ground as each scrabbled for purchase. Growls and yelps made themselves heard amid the thuds, crunches and occasional snaps.
The howls that rent through the sky were heard by the few scattered residents from a dozen miles away, not that any of them would be so foolish as to venture out on a moon night.
Once the new wolf could no longer sustain his attack, the younger backed up with a slight limp and surveyed the damage each had inflicted onto the other.
'Strong,' is what he decided. 'Mate.'
With that decided, the victorious wolf closed the distance he had given, and cautiously approached his intended, who seemed resigned to yield to the confirmed alpha.
As the younger wolf finally attempted to mount him, the newcomer made a last attempt at fighting him off, but he was firmly kept in place by the jaws clamped onto the side of his neck. Kept immobile with mortal fear, he was entered in one painfully swift motion.
Twin howls were heard this time. Victory and defeat pain and pleasure…
The rough thrusting could not be maintained for long after the ferocious battle, but it was enough to serve its purpose. After reaching his completion, the dominant wolf completed his display of dominance by urinating on the newcomer, marking him further as his.
The following morning was a rather painful one for the two men who found themselves nude in the clearing.
‘Unbelievable, I didn’t expect I would run into another wolf in this place!’ one thought, as he looked around him for the other’s scent, absently cataloguing his injuries.
“Wow, old man, you got some fight in you! I’m Oz, I live here,” he said with a smile, offering his hand to help up the newcomer.
“Remus. Remus Lupin. I wasn’t aware of others like myself choosing to live out this way. Look, um, I didn’t mean to intrude onto your territory, well, um, Moony did, well…” he trailed off as an amused look crossed Oz’s features.
“Don’t worry about it, Remus. I don’t bite, during the day. Well…” he smirked as other thoughts occurred to him. “Okay, I sometimes bite, but only consensually,” he concluded laughing. “Did you eat, before picking that fight, I mean?”
“Are you inviting me to stay?” Remus asked, surprised. “I expected a swift boot upside the head!”
“You’re in my pack now, unless you chose to leave,” he said. “That’s how it was explained to me, anyways. You came onto my territory, challenged me, lost I might add, and now you have your place in my pack’s hierarchy. My very small pack as it were, which consists of the two of us. Is it so different where you’re from?” ‘Wow, nice specimen! I hope he chooses to stay. And am I ever chatty today… ’ he added to himself.
“Where I’m from, I’ve only ever been in packs in times of war, and that’s pretty much all I want to remember of them. No offense, Oz, but I don’t want to talk about it,” he added as an afterthought.
“Well, if you want to stay, I’ll show you the lake. My territory extends about a10 mile radius from there,” With that, he rose and made his way towards it, seemingly unaware of the effects of his nudity on Remus.
There was no mistaking the arousal in the air, however. ‘Kid’s mad if he thinks I’m going anywhere,’ was the last thing he thought before trotting to keep up with Oz.
End?
The long grass was crunching under his paws as he ran across towards the unfamiliar scent.
'Intruder!' was the only though running through his mind.
In no time at all, he had closed the distance from his favourite spot by the lake to the new arrival; faster than even he thought he could.
Once there, he threw himself onto the unwelcome wolf, immediately pinning him onto the ground with ease. He growled his displeasure at the newcomer, but the battle was not yet over. The new wolf had allowed himself to be struck down to see if it was even a battle worth fighting.
'Alone. Mine,' were his thoughts, with the confidence only obtained by years of experience. He dislodged the defending wolf from his ribcage and immediately regained his footing.
It was on.
The wolves' teeth were snapping, catching in fur, narrowly missing, dragging across skin, puncturing flesh. Claws were scratching at opponents' forms, tearing up the ground as each scrabbled for purchase. Growls and yelps made themselves heard amid the thuds, crunches and occasional snaps.
The howls that rent through the sky were heard by the few scattered residents from a dozen miles away, not that any of them would be so foolish as to venture out on a moon night.
Once the new wolf could no longer sustain his attack, the younger backed up with a slight limp and surveyed the damage each had inflicted onto the other.
'Strong,' is what he decided. 'Mate.'
With that decided, the victorious wolf closed the distance he had given, and cautiously approached his intended, who seemed resigned to yield to the confirmed alpha.
As the younger wolf finally attempted to mount him, the newcomer made a last attempt at fighting him off, but he was firmly kept in place by the jaws clamped onto the side of his neck. Kept immobile with mortal fear, he was entered in one painfully swift motion.
Twin howls were heard this time. Victory and defeat pain and pleasure…
The rough thrusting could not be maintained for long after the ferocious battle, but it was enough to serve its purpose. After reaching his completion, the dominant wolf completed his display of dominance by urinating on the newcomer, marking him further as his.
The following morning was a rather painful one for the two men who found themselves nude in the clearing.
‘Unbelievable, I didn’t expect I would run into another wolf in this place!’ one thought, as he looked around him for the other’s scent, absently cataloguing his injuries.
“Wow, old man, you got some fight in you! I’m Oz, I live here,” he said with a smile, offering his hand to help up the newcomer.
“Remus. Remus Lupin. I wasn’t aware of others like myself choosing to live out this way. Look, um, I didn’t mean to intrude onto your territory, well, um, Moony did, well…” he trailed off as an amused look crossed Oz’s features.
“Don’t worry about it, Remus. I don’t bite, during the day. Well…” he smirked as other thoughts occurred to him. “Okay, I sometimes bite, but only consensually,” he concluded laughing. “Did you eat, before picking that fight, I mean?”
“Are you inviting me to stay?” Remus asked, surprised. “I expected a swift boot upside the head!”
“You’re in my pack now, unless you chose to leave,” he said. “That’s how it was explained to me, anyways. You came onto my territory, challenged me, lost I might add, and now you have your place in my pack’s hierarchy. My very small pack as it were, which consists of the two of us. Is it so different where you’re from?” ‘Wow, nice specimen! I hope he chooses to stay. And am I ever chatty today… ’ he added to himself.
“Where I’m from, I’ve only ever been in packs in times of war, and that’s pretty much all I want to remember of them. No offense, Oz, but I don’t want to talk about it,” he added as an afterthought.
“Well, if you want to stay, I’ll show you the lake. My territory extends about a10 mile radius from there,” With that, he rose and made his way towards it, seemingly unaware of the effects of his nudity on Remus.
There was no mistaking the arousal in the air, however. ‘Kid’s mad if he thinks I’m going anywhere,’ was the last thing he thought before trotting to keep up with Oz.
End?