AN : Finally I have managed to upload this chapter, December turned out to be almost a horrible month and I just couldn't get myself to go through this chapter.

I will also let you know that there wll be only one more chapter for you, and then this story will be done.

Enjoy

Harry stepped into the shack that he knew far too well and closed his eyes. It wouldn't take long before he felt the all too familiar hand slowly massage his neck before a hot and wet tongue licked every part of his exposed skin. But that evening would be different, Harry had decided that Fenrir needed to be punished for what he did to those children. As soon as he felt the hand on his neck he grabbed it and turned around, with a playful smirk planted on his lips he stared at Fenrir who didn't mind playing along.

"You've been a bad dog." Harry said before he threw Fenrir's hand away from him.

"And what do you suggest my punishment should be?" Fenrir asked in an amused tone. Sometimes Harry thought Fenrir enjoyed things far too much.

"As a part of your punishment I won't tell you what I'll do, because bad boys don't deserve any treats." Harry couldn't help but smile at the shocked werewolf, it wasn't often Harry refused to tell him something."Now be a good boy and go and sit down besides the fireplace." Fenrir smirked back at Harry, nodded and then did as he was told. Harry found his wand and pointed it at the fireplace instantly lighting up the whole room. The sudden heat made Fenrir flinch; he wasn't used to heat since he spent most of his time in the forest, on the run. But that didn't apply to all kinds of heat, Fenrir especially loved the heat Harry produced.

"Woof," Fenrir grunted, knowing that Harry loved it when he played his part well. Hearing Fenrir bark made Harry smile, and when Fenrir saw the smile he began to growl in excitement. But the growling wasn't only acting, he was clearly being turned on by the Chosen Boy.

"Look at you Fenrir, kneeling in front of me, a Gryffindor wizard, I bet you're dying to change me into an animal." Fenrir didn't do or say anything in the beginning, there was no point in doing so. They both knew that the deal they had struck in the beginning could never be broken, but at least it wasn't a complete waste; especially not seeing as Harry would never leave him. After a long silence Fenrir realized he was supposed to respond to Harry.

"Of course, the reason I'm still alive and here is to finally be able to bite you." Harry smiled at Fenrir before he knelt down in front of him.

"Too bad you're locked inside the unbreakable spell." If there was something both of them loved, it was to play sick and twisted mind games with each other, always telling the other what they both already knew.

"Don't worry, I'll change you one day."

"Until then I guess I'll be in charge," and before Fenrir could say anything his whole body was lifted up from the ground until he was hanging by his wrists. As soon as Fenrir was unable to move Harry walked over to him and traced his hips with his nails, he enjoyed playing with the old werewolf. "How did you like my confession?" It took a moment for Fenrir to break his thoughts from the softly caressing finger nails to the front page of the Daily Prophet.

"Do you like drama Potter? Or is it only because of me?" Harry had a long and dramatic confession to the press where all of his friends and everyone else had shown up for. He hadn't left anything out, except for what they were actually doing together once they were alone of course.

"I wouldn't do it for anybody else." Fenrir didn't try to hide how pleased he was with Harry's answer, not that he thought he was able to stop the smile. "I have a plan for you," Harry continued, uninterested in Fenrir's reaction, "since you have been such a bad boy you need to learn obedience, and control." Fenrir looked down at Harry and wondered what he was planning; normally he would know his punishment in advance, giving him time to prepare himself.

"I need to be punished," even if he didn't know what the punishment would involve he encouraged Harry to continue.

"And punished you will be." Fenrir noticed that Harry suddenly was holding a knife, not that it worried him but he couldn't help but flinch at the sight of the silver dagger, what was Harry planning to do? "Let's see how well you can control yourself after tonight," and then Harry pressed the silver blade against his own palm that instantly oozed warm and dark blood. The smell of the copper liquid was almost too much for Fenrir, but he knew he had to stay strong and control himself, he would be the one dead if he attacked Harry, Harry had made sure he would suffer if he ever bit him.

"You don't play fair," Fenrir said before Harry did anything else, but then he reminded himself that he never played fair either, so he couldn't complain that much.

"It would be a shame if you can't control yourself tonight you know, I would really miss you." For a brief moment Fenrir felt something inside his heart, something that he knew was lying to him, because he never felt anything towards anybody. Of course Harry was different, but their thing wasn't close to affection or anything like that, it was just fun, and manipulation.

"You flatter me Harry." Both smiled at each other before Harry walked up to Fenrir and touched his chin with the bloody palm, Fenrir fought a battle with himself to keep from snapping towards the bloodied hand. And if it wasn't bad enough already, Harry began to stroke Fenrir's face, smudging his blood all over the werewolf's rough skin.

"Control, Fenrir, control."

"It's easy for you to say," Fenrir growled out in pain, "you don't crave blood like I do."

"No, but I crave something completely different," and then he grabbed Fenrir's groin, making him squirm even more in discomfort. "But at least I have control," and he released Fenrir, both his groin and face. When Fenrir finally opened his eyes, Harry walked backwards a few steps until he reached the pile of furs that was always ready for them. Harry smirked at Fenrir, it was time for his test of control.

"What are you doing Harry?" Fenrir said, knowing that whatever the plan was, it wouldn't be good.

"Making you pay." he said with a smirk as he slowly opened the top button on his trousers. Harry could immediately see that his plan was working, Fenrir was beginning to lose the strong control he had over his own body, small drops of sweat were beginning to form on his forehead and his breath was becoming irregular, of course it didn't help that his face was covered in blood, and to be more specific, Harry's blood.

Another button was pushed out of its hole, it was now possible to see what colour Harry's underwear was, blue, just like Fenrir's eyes. When Fenrir's eyes finally left the half opened trousers and met Harry's, he smirked and licked his lips, knowing that it would make the older wolf go mad.

The third button popped out and Fenrir's eyes was drawn back to Harry's crotch, his half opened mouth on the verge of drooling made Harry understand how serious the situation really was.

Deciding not to take too long, he removed the last button from its place and sat down on the furs. When he was sitting comfortably, he tilted his head backwards and closed his eyes, knowing that Fenrir reacted even more when it looked like Harry was in a trance of his own. Slowly he pushed his fingers under the waistband of his underwear, reaching down until he could hold his own shaft, softly stroking it. Harry could hear that Fenrir had tried to fight free from the magic that was holding him, with no luck of course, Harry's magic had become quite strong lately, especially after the death of Voldemort.

With his eyes still closed he pulled his cock out from his trousers and slowly began to stroke it. As he was tracing his cock from his balls up to the tip with his sharp nails, he could feel the magic tug at him, Fenrir wasn't enjoying his punishment and tried to break free again. Harry's eyes snapped open and he stared coldly at the older werewolf, if he didn't do as told then Harry would leave while Fenrir was tied up and turned on, it wasn't like he had never left him in that position before. The sudden change in Harry's mood seemed to straighten Fenrir and he stopped fighting the bonds. Harry went back to pleasing himself.

This time he didn't close his eyes, instead he continued to stare at Fenrir while he was teasing himself, running his sharp nails over his cock and up to his chest, letting the nails softly scratch him, never drawing any blood of course, he didn't want to make Fenrir's situation even worse. Both of them enjoyed the show tremendously, Harry even began to moan slightly under his breath and Fenrir was growling in discomfort.

When Harry thought he had played enough with his skin he grabbed his cock in his hand again and began pumping, always making sure he used his precum as lubricant just in case Fenrir did break free, if he did Harry would be sorry for not having prepared himself. Every other second his hand began to move faster, and in circles over his pulsing cock. Quickly the excitement was growing and making it more difficult for Harry to stay awake and in control. Right before he lost his mind in the sweet sensation he pushed down his trousers and underwear until he could kick them off, he needed more freedom to do what he wanted, and to tease Fenrir of course. Quickly he lowered himself even further down on the pile of furs, until he could spread his legs so that it would drive Fenrir crazy. When everything was as he wanted it he began to pump himself harder, moaning in pleasure and biting his lower lip, casting one or two glances at Fenrir to see what he was doing before continuing with the self pleasure.

Seconds passed where Harry almost couldn't take it anymore, and where Fenrir wanted to kill everyone on the planet because he was denied something he craved so badly, in the end both had gone crazy with lust. Harry was so close, but he knew he needed Fenrir to help him reach the top, since they first began their strange relationship Harry hadn't been able to come on his own, and Fenrir knew it. He knew that Harry needed him, and he knew that he needed Harry, and he also knew that the magic holding him would not be strong enough against the feelings he had for the boy or the strength of the werewolf.

That was when the magic began to fall apart, until in the end it lost it's ability and Fenrir could move again. Harry knew the magic was disappearing, but he didn't know that Fenrir would be on top of him before the magic had completely vanished. His own hand was replaced with a strong and brutal hand that made Harry moan out loudly, Fenrir's skin was dry and hard and it was scratching his cock as it pumped Harry until he couldn't take it anymore. Suddenly he felt Fenrir's body shift over his own, then he felt something big and hard pressing against his entrance, making him gasp in pleasure. But Fenrir never entered him, mainly because he was still wearing his trousers, but that wouldn't stop him if he really wanted Harry; no, he knew this wasn't the right time to fuck Harry. Fenrir was humping Harry's bare ass, grinding his cock against the sweet and hot entrance that he had tried so many times before, making the younger man gasp out in even deeper pleasure.

That was when Harry exploded; he grabbed the fur besides him and dug his nails into it as volcanic eruptions hit his body over and over again until he had no more energy left in his body. When he finally collapsed Fenrir let go of him and looked down, slowly and gently he began to clean him.

Fenrir only released Harry when he was completely happy with the cleaning, he didn't want to let go of Harry but he knew that it would make things worse for him if he wasn't behaving well. When Harry finally did wake up from his dream state he looked up directly at Fenrir and smiled softly.

"I am sure you will punish me for breaking the magical bond Harry."

"Hmmm." the boy said dreamy, he had still not woken up from his orgasmic state. "You're such a bad boy Fenrir." He suddenly said before he pushed Fenrir away from him. "You need to learn your position." Harry called his pants and they flew back to him, he was glad he knew wandless magic because he had no idea where his wand was. When he was finally fully clothed he looked up at Fenrir, who wasn't hiding the fact that he loved to watch Harry, either dressing or undressing.

"What will you do to me?" he said in a playful tone.

"Since you can't control yourself I guess you will need to wear a collar." Harry pushed his hand down into his pocket and found a dog collar he had seen walking through a muggle pet store. It was black and thick, and it had nails running through it, making it look like a collar for mean dogs.

"Are you serious?" it wasn't difficult to hear that Fenrir did not like the idea of wearing a dog collar.

"Deadly serious." Harry responded as he handed it over to Fenrir, who was trying his best not to rip the collar apart. Once it was laying in Fenrir's palm he stared at it like it should be something he had never seen before, and something he would never accept. Harry didn't say anything since he knew there wasn't much else to say, he just waited for Fenrir to let the idea of a dog collar sink in. As seconds passed Fenrir slowly began to twist the collar in between his palms until he suddenly stopped, after a few seconds in silence he looked up with a smile.

"Property of Harry Potter?"

"In case you're lost and someone finds you." That was when Fenrir understood the dog collar wasn't a toy, or an object of punishment; it was Harry's way of showing Fenrir, as much as everyone else, that he belonged to the boy just as much as Harry belonged to hm.

Fenrir handed the collar back to Harry and took a step closer to him; patiently he waited until Harry locked it around his neck.

When the collar was securely locked around Fenrir's neck they both looked at each other before their lips met and they shared a fiery kiss. Even if they would not accept it, that day or any other day, they knew they belonged to each other.