It would have been a lie if Fenrir would have said that he didn't get a malicious glee from the pain in Remus' eyes as he took in the sight of the other pack-brother, standing back and assessing the hostile way in which Alfie responded to the one person he had been around almost constantly until he left.
"Calm yourself, Alfie," Fenrir smirked slightly as Alfie immediately lowered his head a little in deference even though his body was taunt and his facial features tense, "Brothers and sisters, young Remus has returned to us," as he had anticipated there was much rustling, movement and low growls.
Remus' skin crawled, he knew the only reason he was still standing was because Fenrir hadn't ordered them to attack, but there was still the chance he might. He forced his eyes from Alfie and fixated them on the earth below his feet. He should have taken the younger boy with him that night.
He looked up as Fenrir pushed him forwards, his heart thumping loudly. Was this it? Was he being condemned to his death before he could complete his task?
Slowly, one by one, men, women and children of the pack were approaching Remus; they didn't get as close as Fenrir had been to scent the other once more, but that was because they didn't approach the alpha without permission and also because the scent of humans was making them all uneasy.
One or more of the pack (men) spat at Remus or on him, and Fenrir made no move to reprimand or stop them, merely watching over the whole affair with an apparently dispassionate eye.
Remus flinched as the others spat at him and found himself looking to Fenrir for help. He quickly turned his head away, not wanting to go back into that situation. It brought back painful memories of when Remus was a child.
They'd hated him back then too, calling him 'Fenrir's Golden Child.'
Alfie, however, seemed to refuse to come near Remus and Fenrir wanly observed this before looking to the pack as a whole as they convened back by the fire. "Welcome home, Remus," Fenrir simpered a little, insulting the younger man. He had had such hopes for Remus, such hopes- and he'd turned his back on them.
Remus wasn't sure what to have expected. He stood still, eyes back to the floor and realized, with a sinking depression, that he was already conforming to the 'beta' status given him as a child. This was something he'd have to control if he had any hopes of getting out here and reporting back to Dumbledore.
Fenrir began making his way towards the fire, turning his head enough to look at Remus. "Well, come on then," he drawled, arching a brow. Those who remembered Remus were obviously confused by the fact Fenrir hadn't killled him on the spot.
"Where are we going?"
He looked up, trying to maintain eye contact. He wanted Fenrir to know he couldn't be broken that easily.
"It's meal time," Fenrir's eyes narrowed slightly, thinking that that was pretty obvious considering that he had taken his place at the head of the circle.
Stepping forwards, he wondered where to sit. It was a no win situation, that was for sure. He looked up hearing a growl from Fenrir, who merely pointed to his feet. How absolutely degrading.
Moving forwards he ignored the pack's growls and glares, and sat down next to Fenrir.
Fenrir had been totally aware of the resentment that had been bred from his 'favouritism' towards young Remus, and he was rather amused to notice that that continued almost as though Remus had never left.
When Remus sat at his feet he looked a little smug, then indicated for the females to begin serving out the evening meal to the pack.
Remus sat, all the while ignoring the voices in his head telling him to run. He laughed, run where? He was surrounded by 15 - 20 other werewolves, and Fenrir, he wouldn't get anywhere fast.
Fenrir, as alpha, had the biggest and juciest portion, but even so none of the pack could ever say they went hungry.
"Is something wrong with your food, Remus?"
He hadn't even recalled food being passed to him, and he shook his head. It wouldn't do good to anger Fenrir, not at this stage. "No, it's fine, thank you."
Fenrir gave a small grunt, tearing the meat from it's bone with his teeth. There was an underlying viciousness to it all, and it wasn't lost on Remus who looked on in slight disgust, he looked at the rest of the pack and couldn't fathom how much they respected him. Though... He couldn't say he didn't admire all the power that Fenrir held as he watched men and women trying to garner for his affections, hoping for some physical affection.
It wasn't until Fenrir placed the bone onto the floor did Remus realize he hadn't touched any of his food, members of the pack were slowly dispersing, tasks underway to find their next meal. Remus' eyes caught Alfie's and he was sure he saw just the slightest hint of concern.
Whether it was because he didn't want Remus to become ill, or receive the brunt of Fenrir's anger, he didn't know.
"If you aren't going to eat then get your scrawny arse up."
Fenrir's presecence oozed business and everyone, everyone but Remus, could sense that. They kept their distance and many were glad that Remus had returned. Fenrir would focus on him now, rather than them.
Standing up he was led away from the pack clearing towards a cave-like snicket. "This is where you're sleeping." Fenrir had growled.
Remus gave Fenrir a sideways glance. "I thought everyone lived in cabins?" At least they had done when he was here last, had Fenrir really become as savage as to live and sleep on the ground? He refrained from saying more, Fenrir was volatile enough as it was.
"There was an... incident." Fenrir replied. An incident in which wizards had destroyed what little they had when they'd had to evacuate for a short while. They were still rebuilding what they'd lost.
"What kind of incident?"
"Incidents those 'sweet and kind' humans of yours perpetrated."
They were a good distance away from the main clearing now, and Remus chewed on his lip thoughtfully. "They must have had a good reason to do it." The tension in the air was instaneous as Remus turned to look into Fenrir's cold eyes. "People don't destroy things for nothing."
"Oh, you'd like to think that wouldn't you?"
Fenrir's expression grew serious, forgetting about what had been said. "You said you wanted to come back- you know what that means. On all fours."
Remus would have replied, had it not been for the incredulous demand. Remus Lupin, a proud man (teenager) at best, on all fours?
No that simply wouldn't do.
Five seconds of disobediance was all that was allowed before Fenrir seized Remus by the hair, pulling it hard. "I said, 'get on all fours'. His face was distorted in anger, teeth bared as he pulled harder. If there was one thing he hated, it was being ignored.
Eyes watering, head throbbing and pain shooting through his skull, Remus gasped, a small whimper escaping his lips. He attempted to nod though that caused needles of pain to jab into his head. He stepped back quickly once he was released, breathing a sigh of relief, though his head throbbed painfully.
Taking a moment, he rubbed his eyes on his sleeve then dropped to all fours. He only hoped Dumbledore respected all he was giving up by being here. His school, his friends, James; Peter and... him.
Sirius... He missed him most of all.
Fenrir could sense numerous changes in Remus, changes that could have only derived from spending time with wizards. He was showing compassion, remorse and humanity, and he didn't like that one little bit.
"You had such promise." He purred, knealing down behind the teen, hands reaching for Remus' trousers.
Remus entered full alert mode, his body screaming at him to run, but running meant the possibility of being torn apart, and what good would he be to Dumbledore dead? No, he'd have to play it out.
His jaw set, fingers digging into the dirt. 'Just get this over with', he thought to himself.
Fenrir wasn't stupid. He knew he'd been with someone else, even if it hadn't been recent. He quelled the anger rising, whoever it was was no threat. he'd just have to reassert his authority over the teen. Make him realize who it was he belonged to.
He smiled, stilling his hand, and listened as Remus' breathing increased. Was his poor cub nervous? He freed himself, then dragged Remus closer. Spitting into his hand he prepared himself, then took ahold of Remus' hips, thrusting into the young lycan, letting out a low moan at the warmth and tightness.
Of course Remus had expected this to happen, he knew Fenrir well enough. The pain, however, nothing could have prepared him for that. He was sure his cries could be heard from across the clearing as he pleaded with Fenrir to slow down, or to stop. Hot tears fell down his face, dropping onto the bark and twig below him, a fierce sense of nausea ripping through him.
Contrary to popular belief, Fenrir was being lenient with Remus considering the circumstances, that didn't make it any less harsh. Any less primal.
"Pay your penance, cub." Fenrir growled.
Each thrust left Remus gasping in pain, to the point where he didn't want to be awake any longer. He prayed that the pain would cause him to faint, just so Fenrir would have to stop. "Please stop... Please. I won't leave again." If this earned him a place back into the fold, then he'd have to deal with it, assuming of course that Fenrir was doing this for that reason.
Fenrir snarled, increasing the tempo. He leant over the teen placing a hand around his neck, his sharp nails digging into the skin. Remus shifted his head up, though it was hard to breathe like that, baring his skin to Fenrir. It was a show of his submission and this pleased Fenrir. He was learning.
"You're right, you won't."
He pounded into the teen harder until he could hold on no longer, spilling into Remus and re-claiming him as his. Standing up he looked down upon Remus in disgust. His semen trickled onto the leaves mixing with Remus' blood.
"Get yourself cleaned up." He spat, before lowering himself, tugging Remus' chin up to face him. "And if you -ever- let anyone touch you again, I will end you both. Use this second chance wisely."
He walked away, leaving a broken Remus to pick himself up and wonder how he was going to survive.
