Chapter 1
Sirius sighed as a loud knock sounded at the front door.
Remus tended to avoid being in the apartment at these times of year – the twice yearly oestrus that Sirius had dealt with since he hit puberty. Damned pure-bloods and their ridiculous dogma. 'Carriers', a magically created form of hermaphroditism was just taking things too far, in Sirius's informed opinion. While the rituals to cause a carrier to be born had been outlawed long ago, once there was one in your bloodline, it could pop up again at any time.
It wasn't like the Black scion was going to lose control of himself and jump his old school friend, but Remus still excused himself by saying that the other man 'smelled funny'.
The knocking came at the door again.
Sirius placed the dildo he was about to have some fun with, on his bedspread and grabbed his discarded towel to provide some sort of cover. Still damp from his shower, and still horny thanks to the interrupting person, he pulled open the front door to stare down his visitor.
It was a man. No, correction, a werewolf; with bright amber eyes, hard-work type muscles covered in scarred olive skin, dressed in worn out jeans and a dark coloured shirt. The Werewolf's dark hair was coarse and curly, pushed back from the male's face, with a liberal addition of silver-grey through the top and creeping down the sides.
While Sirius was looking his fill, the werewolf was too. The nostrils of his broad nose flared as he took in the scent of the young man before him. Sirius's eyes became hooded, and he quirked his lips to take his expression from Haughty Boredom, to Effortless Seduction.
"Can I help you?" The wizard finally asked, leaning casually against the doorframe, showing himself off as best he could.
"Remus Lupin lives here." The werewolf stated. "I was hoping to catch him."
"He's at work right now, I'm afraid." Sirius hummed, taking a half-step back, subtly drawing the older man closer in the doorway.
"Perhaps you could entertain me until he returns, Lovely?"
"I'm sure we could find a way to kill some time." Sirius agreed, taking a full step back this time, beckoning the other all the way inside.
In the blink of an eye, the front door was slammed, and Sirius found himself shoved up against the entry way wall, with a very interested werewolf sniffing at his neck.
"How Remus could leave, with your scent…" The man trailed off, engaging the wizard's mouth in a heated kiss, hands grabbing Sirius's legs to wrap around his waist. Sirius himself wasn't idle, having un-buttoned the werewolf's shirt, to grip on to thick, corded shoulders.
A calloused finger was soon at Sirius's anus, feeling its way into the downward-facing valve, towards the front, hidden from sight. A growl came from the aroused werewolf and a second finger joined the first prying the young wizard open.
Sirius tossed his head back, letting lust cloud his brain. This was what he needed; a dirty fuck with a beast who would stretch him open, and use that moon-given knot to fill him up properly. Not some 'vanilla' wizard, with his very human, knot-less cock.
The act was over quickly, with Sirius's orgasm tearing out of him, leaving his lupine partner with scratches across his broad back, and his penis lodged firmly inside the wizard pinned to the wall.
"The name's Sirius." He finally introduced himself, once he'd caught back his breath.
"Fenrir." The other replied, slowly drawing away from Sirius and loosely tucking himself back into his jeans. "Remus's half-brother."
He left the buttons of his jeans and shirt undone, not taking amber eyes from the naked man before him. Sirius left his dropped towel on the floor and headed, shamelessly naked, to the kitchen.
"Oh? Moony doesn't mention you often. There's a bit of an age gap, isn't there?"
"Hmm." Fenrir made an agreeing noise, following the younger man to keep him in sight. "Twelve years."
Sirius grabbed two muggle beers from the fridge, handing one to his guest. If he was going to spend the afternoon having rough mating-type sex with Moony's older brother, he wanted a rough drink to set the mood. No sweet Butterbeer, nor smooth Fire whiskey would do.
"Well, he wont be home for a few hours yet, so I guess you could hang out if you've got nothing else to do." Sirius gave Fenrir a suggestive look, before strutting down the hall to his bedroom, letting the werewolf get a good view of his cum dripping down the back of Sirius's leg.
Fenrir leered, sculling the beer, and crushing the empty can into a rough ball with his bare fist. He tossed the wad of aluminium over his shoulder before following the taunting backside.
Back in his bedroom, Sirius hurriedly tossed the prepared dildo under his bed out of sight. Grabbing his wand from the side table, the wizard performed a quick contraceptive charm – he wanted to have fun, not babies. There was a difference.
That was all he managed to get done, before he was pounced on.
Remus sighed as he stepped off the lift to the apartment he shared with Sirius. He hated these times of year, when the other man smelled so damn enticing. It made Moony pace agitatedly, and put forward ideas of grabbing his housemate and rutting like an animal. It all just made Remus feel even less like the respectable person he was desperately trying to be.
It took him a while to notice the odd scent in the hallway, so deep was Remus in his thoughts. 'Werewolf' Moony's instincts informed him. Remus brought out his wand, and approached the apartment door slowly.
It wasn't locked, so Remus quickly darted inside, shutting the door as quietly as possible so as to not alert the intruding wolf. The tawny haired man doubled over suddenly, struggling to keep control of the wolf going ballistic inside his mind and magic. As soon as he was across the threshold, Remus was veritably smacked in the face with the rich scents of Sirius, sex and the other werewolf.
Pace quickening, Remus burst into his housemates' room letting out a feral snarl. There on the bed was Sirius, with none other than Fenrir Greyback.
The renegade werewolf was kneeling upright on the bed behind Sirius, one hand splayed across the man's chest holding his bedpartner up, the other wrapped around the young man's penis. Sirius had his head resting back on one of Fenrir's muscled shoulders, eyes blankly staring at the ceiling. His right hand was tangled in the werewolf's coarse hair, and his left was reaching back to grope at a firm buttock.
Fenrir's glowing eyes met Remus's over Sirius's left shoulder. Holding the other's gaze, Fenrir deliberately bit down on the unblemished, milky skin before him. Sirius came, shuddering.
Remus quickly backed out of the room, catching Fenrir's leering grin.
"We're in trouble." Fenrir joked, covering the collapsed form of Sirius.
"With who?" Sirius croaked. He was feeling decidedly worn out and in need of a nap.
"Your housemate." Came the smug sounding reply. Sirius dropped his head forward, bouncing the mattress a little, and groaned. The older werewolf just snorted lightly and put back on his clothes, before setting out in search of his agitated little brother.
Fenrir was unsure whether he could call Remus 'little' anymore, he thought upon laying eyes on the other. Where Fenrir stood at a respectable 6 foot even, with intimidating muscle mass to boot; Remus at 20 years old, now towered at 6 foot 2". He was obviously, though, using that new poison the wizards touted, 'Wolfsbane' or whatever, as the younger male was overly thin and sickly looking.
"Get out." Remus snarled. Fenrir grinned unrepentantly.
"As you saw, I was invited in." Was the smug reply. The younger werewolf sighed, and rubbed his forehead, agitatedly.
"What do you want, Greyback?"
"Tch." He tutted, "Calling your own brother by his last name. I'm terribly hurt."
"You lost the right to call me 'family' when you turned me into a werewolf!" Remus roared in the older males face. Suddenly, Remus was knocked down to the floor and crowded against one of the lower kitchen cabinets.
"You can blame your precious Dumbledore for that, you little shit!" Fenrir spat, drawing a clawed hand back to strike Remus again.
There was a fierce sizzle sound, and in the blink of an eye, both werewolves were crouched defensively on opposite kitchen counters. Sirius stood scowling in the kitchen doorway, a whip of molten silver trailing from his wand.
"No dog-fights in my kitchen." The half-dressed Black scolded. He smelled lightly of soap and fresh water, having obviously taken a quick shower before the brothers got physical. A flick of his wand had the other two men flinching, and the silver whip evaporating into nothingness.
"Wish your cousin never taught you that one." Remus muttered, keeping a wary eye on the man now heading for the glass cabinet. He did lower himself down from the counter though.
"Bella only made the spell to shoot silver. I fixed it into the whip." Sirius corrected needlessly, whiskey tumbler now held in one hand.
"Don't use that spell around me." Fenrir snarled, finally having removed himself from his perch. Sirius spun abruptly, and pointed at the man with the hand still holding the tumbler.
"Don't endanger the whiskey collection." He snapped in reply. Decisively spinning back around, Sirius opened one of the pantry doors, exposing six shelves of nothing but alcohol. With a flick of his hand the whole thing rotated, giving a spinning display of every type and brand of whiskey one could imagine.
Remus looked away, vaguely embarrassed. Fenrir seemed slightly bug-eyed, though one eyebrow was rising incredulously.
Once Sirius had his guest and housemate 'persuaded' to sit civilly at the same table, he started the apparently over-due conversation.
"So what was that little titbit I over-heard in the kitchen, before I brought out the spell-that-shall-not-be-mentioned-around-the-metallically-challenged?"
Remus sulked into his cup of tea and said nothing. Fenrir took a gulp of his beer, and grunted agreeing.
"I was a Ravenclaw in Hogwarts; half-blood; my father had abandoned our mother and me. There were three werewolves who attended at the time. They spent the full-moon locked in a dungeon room, 'cause Dumbledore didn't want them returning to their packs and out of his influence all the time." He began.
"The Headmaster's not like that, and you know it. And there were no registered werewolves at Hogwarts before me." Remus interrupted.
"Registering yourself like an unruly dog only came about recently. No one cared before, so long as you did your own shit, and kept your teeth to yourself." The older werewolf scowled at the interruption. He had known that Remus was unlikely to listen, but he still saw the younger man as pack, and so kept on trying.
"Like you know anything about keeping teeth to yourself." Remus muttered. Fenrir ignored the comment. Sirius watched the argument avidly over his whiskey, like it was a high rated muggle TV show.
"So Dumbledore kept the werewolf kids in a dungeon room for the full moons, even though it would have been better if he'd just let them go home. In my seventh year, they got out and bit a few kids. A couple died. Only me, and this little second year girl were outside the dorms and didn't get eaten." Fenrir bounced one knee agitatedly as he spoke, his gaze on his younger brother's friend – the first person to actually want to listen. "We were sent to the nurse, can't remember her name but she left shortly afterwards, and while I was deemed okay with only a graze 'from tripping', the girl had recognisable bite marks. The girl's family sent her to St Mungo's anyway for the next month, just to be sure. I don't know what happened to her after that.
So, the kids who got loose from the dungeons turned back and were rounded up. They were all there – a third year, and two fifth years - still naked, cold and tired, and Dumbledore tells them that they killed other students the night before. Not because they should have been sent home for the full moon, like what happened with every other werewolf before Dumbledore got Headmaster; and not because one of the teachers didn't secure the room properly like they should have. No. The old man tells these kids, right in front of me, Ma and her husband, and the reps from the School Governors, that they killed the other students because they're monsters who just couldn't control themselves. Then he waved forward the guys from RCMC, who killed those kids on the spot."
There was a horrified silence.
"I was sent home, when I should have been sent with the other girl to St Mungo's. And on the first full moon after the incident, I changed and bit the little five year old I shared a room with in the summers. My mother's son with her new husband. My half-brother." The man continued. "John Lupin threw me out then, and took a promotion in the ministry and his precious son's guaranteed entrance to Hogwarts in exchange for his silence from Dumbledore."
"And so you, Remus," He finished, "Had the honour of being the last werewolf ever to attend Hogwarts." Fenrir smiled and spread his arms in mocking congratulation.
"That is all lies!" Remus shouted, violently pushing himself from his chair. "You argued with my father after he threw you out, and so you snuck back in on the full moon and bit me in retribution. You dropped out of Hogwarts after getting in with the wrong crowd and getting yourself bitten. I got into Hogwarts on my own merit. Even Mother said so!"
"Oh please," Fenrir countered, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms. "Ma would have agreed that the sky was purple if John said so, she was so in love with the fool. And you know it. I would suggest you feed old Daddy some truth potion, but he took his own life a few years ago, didn't he? A guilty conscious perhaps?"
"This is bullshit. And you're full of it. All you say is shit." Remus grabbed his overcoat and stormed from the apartment, slamming the beleaguered front door on his way out.
Sirius poured himself another whiskey and offered the bottle to the large werewolf, who declined. After a moment more of silence, Fenrir finally broke.
"Alright can you put that stuff away now?" He asked, nodding towards Sirius' 'persuasion'. A small bottle of liquid silver sat innocently in the centre of the table.
"Oh this?" Sirius said glibly, "It's really just muggle-made silver ink. I think they use aluminium to get the colour." He picked up the small bottle and tossed it lightly in the air before catching it again.
"So we were in no danger at all this whole time?" The werewolf's muscles shifted and bunched under his skin.
"Only the danger of looking like the most bad-ass werewolf ever! Looking like you're immune to silver." Was the cheeky reply.
Sirius found himself pinned chest down on the table the next second. The bottle of ink and the whiskey glass falling harmlessly to the carpet.
"Sneaky, sneaky." Fenrir growled into the man's ear, leaning over his back and holding him down. An agile tanned hand had the wizard's pants around his ankles.
"Stay." He ordered, stepping away from the Black cautiously, ready for the man to disobey and try to stand up.
"Yes Alpha." Sirius replied cheekily, grinning over his shoulder but staying sprawled half across the furniture.
Fenrir laughed, "You're never getting rid of me now, Lovely."
He spread the man's buttocks with sure hands, and gave the opening presented to him a firm, broad tongued lick. Sirius promptly forgot about complaining about the nickname.
Fenrir finally left the apartment nearly an hour later, whistling contently and absolutely reeking of sweat and sex. Sirius, of course, would smell nicely of Fenrir once again.
Hopefully the man would be too exhausted to shower again so soon – he had, after all, been unable to stand once Fenrir was through with him and had whined piteously to be carried to his bed.
As an added bonus, the entire apartment now smelled like Fenrir; and not just Remus' best friend. That was sure to piss the other wolf off to no end.
