Wow, apparently I'm a rockstar, because not only is this like a day after the previous chapter (I think. It's summer, so time has lost all meaning to me), but this is also the longest chapter yet. I was partially driven because this is the turning point in Asher and Fenrir's relationship, and I was starting to get a little tired of Asher's constant rejection. I also wanted to post this so I could be like WTF DOES ANYONE READ THIS? Because twice I've offered up the chance for you guys to request something, anything, but no such luck. Sure it's only a day later, but there have been like five or six reviews (thanks, that really actually made me feel good), but no requests (that not so much). I've also decided to do that thing where I'll list people's name at the bottom and respond to them. But I won't respond to ones that are just 'update soon', because what would I say? "yeah okay" lol

ENJOY!

It wasn't the graceful landing that Asher had been hoping for, but he'd take stumbling into the river over getting blindsided by Fenrir (again) any day of the week. And while he obviously couldn't smell himself underwater, he could feel the flow of water combing through his fur, blessedly cleansing that bastard's urine. After enjoying the water for a few seconds, Asher tried to swim back up to the surface. Tried being the keyword, because not only was the river just a bit too deep for Asher to stand in, but Asher had no idea how to swim as a dog. It should have been easy, just doggy paddle, but Asher didn't really know how to move on the ground, let alone when he's suspended in water.

Asher struggled for a little bit longer, and was just starting to think that Fenrir was going to let him drown when teeth clamped down on the scruff of Asher's neck and none too gently lifted him out of the water and onto the banks of the river. The small wolf sputtered and shook the water out of his eyes before he looked up and surveyed the damage. The five or so wolves that were lounging around in and near the river were now staring in rapt attention, having realized the situation when Asher came running into the river, smelling heavily like their Alpha. Now they were just waiting for the violent reprimand they knew was coming. Asher's eyes, semi-unwillingly, swiveled to the Alpha in question. Fenrir was still standing in the river, the water only coming up to his chest, a fact which made Asher feel really really...tiny. Fenrir's amber eyes were practically on fire, staring hard at Asher, and he was making a growl that was a hundred times more threatening than the apparently playful growls that Asher had heard back in the cave. This was quite obviously beyond Asher's league, so he quickly shoved control over to the wolf and retreated into his mind.

The wolf knew what to do, thank God, and immediately rolled onto his stomach and looked apologetically at his Alpha. Fenrir was not having any of it though. If his rogue little mate thought that assuming a submissive position and looking all cute would let him escape, he obviously didn't know about the wolf social structure. Not only had his mate run away from him twice, but he had the gall to try and wash off his scent marker. Fenrir had allowed his mate's rebellious behavior simply because they were alone in the cave and, to be frank, it turned him on. But this was taking it much too far and Asher had to learn that it is not acceptable behavior, especially in front of the pack.

Fenrir slowly approached his wayward pup, savoring the sight of the soft underbelly that was still being presented to him. When he was close enough, the silver wolf nudged the much smaller one roughly, an order to roll over and get up. Asher did so, standing shakily on his paws, trembling in slight fear. He kept his head down, eyes staring glumly at Fenrir's huge paws. Fenrir stuck his nose up against Asher and sniffed. He could barely smell his marking. Growling even louder Fenrir took a step back before suddenly swiping his paw at Asher, creating three gashes on his snout. Asher yelped and started to make a whining noise, but was cut short when Fenrir once again started to urinate on Asher. Asher tried to stay still so he wouldn't invite any more of Fenrir's wrath, but he couldn't help flinching whenever the acidic liquid ran over the cuts. When it was over, Fenrir was still standing over Asher. The small wolf waited a few seconds before he shakily tried to get up. However, Fenrir snarled and lowered his bulk onto Asher, pushing him back onto the ground. When he was sure that his mate would stay still, Fenrir stood up again. The wolves were still watching, the sly pleasure of watching Asher's rebelliousness finally get squashed evident on their face. Fenrir glared and barked angrily at them, telling them to get the fuck away from his Asher. The pack members quickly scurried away. When he was sure that they were alone, Fenrir laid down next to Asher, making sure that he didn't try to go anywhere.

Once Fenrir was sure that his scent had been sufficiently soaked into Asher's fur and skin, he got up off of his pup and once again picked him up by the scruff of his neck, gently this time. Fenrir carried his mate towards a shallower part of the river, carefully setting Asher down, making sure the smaller wolf could stand in the water. Once he was positive that his mate was in no danger of drowning, Fenrir howled for Aria, who was still the only one he trusted alone with his mate. He would prefer not to leave him, ever, but the night's end was drawing near, and Asher needed to taste raw meat while in werewolf form so that his human form would finally be more accepting of eating it. He theoretically could have Aria go hunt something down, but Fenrir would be damned if he had anyone else providing for his mate.

When the ice blonde wolf arrived at the river, Fenrir went over and communicated that she should make sure Asher doesn't go anywhere. When the Alpha ran off in search of prey, Aria turned and studied wolf Asher. It was actually pretty funny that Asher was the smallest werewolf that Aria had seen, especially when he was next to the huge Fenrir. Currently, Asher was rubbing against the rocky riverbed in an attempt to get the dried on urine off of him faster. No doubt he would be furious in the morning, hurling sharp words, and spells too, at Fenrir. While the behavior was cute at first, Aria was starting to wish he'd just mellow out. The other pack members were starting to see Fenrir as weak. If he couldn't control one small werewolf, how could he lead an entire pack effectively?

Twenty minutes later, Asher was playfully trying to get past Aria, who was blocking the interesting looking path that Asher wanted to explore. Asher had just crashed, once again, into Aria when Fenrir came back, a dead animal slack in his jaws. Anger flooded his system as he watched his mate and the Alpha Female make contact. Fenrir dropped his catch and ran full speed toward the two, taking them both by surprise when he landed in between them, snarling angrily at Aria. The blonde wolf quickly averted her eyes and got low to the ground in a sign of submission before running off. Fenrir turned around and started to sniff Asher everywhere he could. Aria's scent was only in a few places, but even there it was overpowered by the strong musk of Fenrir. Content that nothing had happened, Fenrir herded a confused Asher towards the dead deer that Fenrir had dropped.

When Asher finally caught sight of the deer, he stopped and tried to turn around. Fenrir was a veritable wall though, not letting Asher escape. As they got closer, the suddenly delicious smell of the raw meat wafted through the small wolf's nose, Asher had a hard time remembering what he was angry about. When Fenrir nudged him forward, Asher gleefully started tearing into the carcass. Fenrir sat back, grinning as he watched one of the first true signs that Asher had at least semi-embraced his wolf side. Normally he let the other members of the pack hunt for themselves, only helping them if they really needed it, but the silver wolf thought that he could really get used to doing all the hunting for Asher, showing the smaller male what a good mate he was, providing food and shelter. It was good having a mate.

Fenrir's good mood luckily carried for the rest of the night. After Asher ate his fill of the deer, Fenrir playfully pushed him into the river, starting an hour long game of tag. His pup was actually good at evading him, but he was still nowhere near Fenrir's level of play, so many times Asher found himself unexpectedly pounced upon. When Asher started to trip over his own paws more and more, Fenrir decided to call it quits. He lead his mate back to the cave, making sure that when they passed through the encampment, Asher was partially underneath Fenrir, yet another message to his pack that Asher was his. When they were back in the cave, Fenrir quickly arranged the blankets and sheets into a nest. Asher, who could barely keep his eyes open at this point, stumbled into the middle of the blankets and all put passed out on his side, quickly becoming dead to the world. Fenrir just made the dry, hoarse sound that was his wolf chuckle before curling up next to his mate, burying his nose in Asher's fur and letting sleep wash over his body.

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Asher was really starting to get used to waking up with his head buried in Fenrir's chest, steel-band arms wrapped protectively around him. He was not used to being completely naked around a similarly dressed Fenrir, however. He knew that trying to escape the grasp of a Fenrir was pretty much impossible, but Asher still tried to push himself away from the larger man. Nothing. So, Asher sighed and decided to take this time to open up communications with his inner-wolf. Last week had been fun, ignoring his wolf and pissing off Fenrir, but he knew it obviously couldn't last if Asher ever wanted to have peace in his life. Concentrating on his breathing, Asher retreated back into his mind.

Asher's mindscape didn't look any different since his first transformation, and Asher hadn't really expected it to. The full moon was still shining in the sky, illuminating even the darkest alleyway with silvery light. Not that Benton-cho really needed it, seeing as everywhere you turn are bright neon signs advertising every product and food you could imagine.

Currently, Asher was on top of one of the many apartment buildings that were scattered around the town. This particular rooftop was a favorite meeting place for him and his friends, because it gave the perfect 360 view of the city. The Wall wasn't very far from here, and considering that he found his wolf there last time, it was a good place to start. It was a simple jump and grind down a winding pipe to get there, though.

Asher missed this. He missed the wind blowing through his hair as he grinded backwards, balancing perfectly. He could almost hear the pirate radio station that his friends enjoyed…but, the end of the pipe was getting close. Asher dismounted with a butterfly jump, smiling at the red-light discharge coming from the nitrium batteries in his skates. Turning around, Asher screeched to a stop. The Wall had definitely changed in the week or so that he'd been with Fenrir. Instead of being a small tag covering Poison Jam's, the stylized silver wolf head now covered the entire wall, but behind all the other tags instead of in front. Just like last time, a garbage can fell over behind Asher. It didn't frighten him though, and he turned around. The wolf was bigger than last time, that's for sure, but still nowhere near the adjective of 'big'.

Strangely, he didn't approach Asher like last time. The wolf just sat there and glared at Asher, the anger evident in his eyes. Asher decided to glare back. The two stayed like that for a few minutes before Asher stopped the staring contest and sighed.

"I guess I should apologize for…ignoring you and yelling at you for the past week." Asher said lamely.

"You should. And for being so rude to our mate." The wolf answered him, which was a pretty big surprise for Asher.

"You can talk? Why did you never talk before?" This was a new level of weird for Asher.

"I've been talking, you just haven't been listening. Be nicer to our mate." The wolf said flatly.

"Your mate. I want nothing to do with him." Asher said stubbornly as he sat down on the ground.

"Our mate. Your destinies are entwined. You know you can't avoid destiny." The wolf made a good argument. He should, Asher supposed, because the wolf was him and he was awesome at arguing.

"Yeah…I realized that. I just don't like submitting to anyone. You should know that." Asher said accusingly. The wolf rolled his eyes and trotted over to lie next to Asher. A pale hand started to scratch behind the wolf's ears.

"It isn't really submitting. Think of it as acknowledging that Fenrir is stronger than you are. Plus he's the leader of a pack, deserving of your respect. True matehood is more about equality than one party submitting to the other. Be logical about this, please. As logical as one can be about emotional matters."

"…stop being so fucking smart." Asher sighed. The wolf was just restating thoughts that had crossed Asher's mind. Suddenly, his arm twitched. Someone was trying to snap him out of his inner meditations.

"Go back." The wolf said as it got up.

"No, I think we need to talk more. Like the whole urine thing? Explain that to me, o' wisest wolf." Asher said as he got up and followed after his wolf.

"Ask Fenrir." Was the wolf's response. Ghostly fingers drifted across Asher's forehead, sending shivers down his spine.

"Or Aria?" Asher asked hopefully.

"Only if you want Fenrir to be even angrier at you."

"That's actually a pretty—" The wolf turned around and glared at Asher. "Bad idea, right." Asher's lips started to tingle, just like if someone was…

"Bitch better not be!" Asher shouted as he catapulted himself out of his mind.

Grey eyes snapped open and quickly focused on Fenrir's concerned amber ones that were way too close. Fenrir, thankfully, stopped kissing Asher and brought his head back.

"Are you okay?" Fenrir asked, concern dripping in his words. Asher scoffed at him.

"I'm fine. Get off me." While that was Asher's customary morning greeting, Fenrir still wasn't convinced.

"You wouldn't wake up." Fenrir stated.

"No, really? I was meditating. It's generally considered rude to bother someone when they're meditating." Fenrir just growled at him and buried his face in the junction between Asher's neck and shoulder.

"'M glad you're okay. Tell me next time you decide to…meditate." Fenrir mumbled. Asher shivered at the feeling of Fenrir's lips moving against his bare skin. Fenrir grinned, causing Asher to shiver again. The small teen was sorely tempted to tell Fenrir that he would be meditating right now, but he knew that he would just be met with a glare and some friendly stony silence from his wolf side. So instead he just sighed.

"We need to talk." Asher said glumly. There was silence for a few seconds as the cogs turned in Fenrir's mind. Then without warning, Asher was on his back with an angry and growling Fenrir pinning him down.

"You're not allowed to break up with me." The nude man growled out. Asher, for the first time since his kidnapping, did not get angry. He just rolled his eyes

"I'm so glad that you remember something about humans, but that's not that I meant. It's just…we haven't talked yet. Not really." Asher said. Confusion fluttered across Fenrir's handsome face.

"But we talked all last week."

"Do you even remember what we talked about?" More confusion. Of course Fenrir remembered. He cherished those conversations. They were the only time Asher wasn't yelling at him.

Asher rolled his eyes again when he realized what Fenrir was thinking. "We revealed nothing about each other. You kept the questions safe to avoid pissing me off, and I kept the answers cryptic to avoid revealing anything to you. No, we need to really talk if this…relationship, is going to work." Asher grimaced as he said relationship, but otherwise managed to grind out what needed to be said. Once again suffering a change in position without feeling movement, Asher found himself up right and being squeezed by Fenrir. The thick arms felt kind of…good, even if they were a bit too tight.

"Can't…breath…" Asher wheezed. He couldn't really believe he'd said something so…cliché. Fenrir immediately loosened his hold and licked the side of Asher's face.

"So sorry, love," Fenrir practically purred into his ear. "Hold on for a second." Fenrir stood up, easily carrying Asher with him without upsetting his balance. The large man walked over to the curtain and brushed through, causing Asher to blush in total mortification because now everyone was looking at Asher and he was fucking naked. Asher buried his head in Fenrir's shoulder and tried to die. He knew that Fenrir would become all smug over it, but a smug Fenrir was probably better than facing the pack staring at him. He didn't pay attention to what Fenrir muttered to Aria, and only rejoined the world when they were back in the cave. Fenrir put Asher down and started arranging the blankets so that they were more suitable for human shape than wolf shape. He was about to call his little mate over so he could settle him into his lap when Asher walked over, picked up a blanket, wrapped it around himself and sat a few feet away from Fenrir.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Fenrir growled.

"Conversations are better held when the two parties aren't occupying the same space." Before Fenrir could retort, Asher spoke again. "Compromise. You do this for me, and I'll eat the dead animal that you'll no doubt place in front of me sometime soon." Fenrir thought about it. As much as he really fucking hated not touching his mate, his small pup was still too thin for his tastes, a problem which raw meat would quickly remedy. Fenrir nodded.

"Okay, so I was thinking since we're both not the best at holding an actual conversation, we should just ask each other questions. Any question at all." Fenrir nodded again. He had a thousand questions in his mind about his little mate.

"You can even go first." Asher smirked a little. Fenrir had no doubt as to what he wanted his first question to be.

"How do you feel about me?" Fenrir asked as his eyes bore into Asher's.

Next chapter will probably be even longer, chock full of delicious dialogue. I've been thinking about Asher's backstory, wondering if people think it's too much to have him part of GG's, too Gary-Stu, but then I realized I don't care because being part of the GG's would totally help explain and support Asher's personality; that is, causing chaos and vandalizing things without actually hurting anyone.

Moving on...

First of all, a huge thanks to everyone who's review was short and sweet, because none of them were bad and they all made me feel good. These personalized responses are for people who write questions or extended comments! Maybe this will motivate you to review back with a request. Because if no one writes one in by the time I'm finished with the next chapter, Asher's getting a spike through the stomach. He'll just be chatting it up with Fenrir when BAM, he's got a huge pole coming out his stomach and blood will be EVERYWHERE!

Dark Cyan Star: Thanks for the reviews buddy! Yes, possessive is always always good (As long as it isn't 'If I can't have you, no one can'. And Asher was born grown onto me :) I do so love chaos! And yeah, I was like 'Should Asher know yet?', but I just went for it and liked how it turned out. Nothing gets me more like someone being all concerned over someone else right after that person just hurled about a hundred spells at him. Voldemort was and is supposed to fit in, it's just that I've decided I want Asher and Fenrir to be harmonious before introducing that.

axon: Thanks for the rather convoluted review, but don't worry, I understood you. Thanks for saying that Asher's not a Gary Stu, although just because he's a male shouldn't really count him out of the category. MERCI!

Mimaindi: Thanks so much for all the reviews! You should totally request something because you and Dark Cyan are the people who review the most (I think). LOVE YOU XD

Ducky: Well, this Fenrir is actually still crazy, bloodthirsty, and not all there. He's just extremely attractive and extremely in love with Asher. I was hoping Fenrir's dark evil would be a nice balance with Asher's...pixie/impish type of evil.

karen: Asher is in his Fifth year, same groupas Luna.

nicole: I never doubt the fearsome power of chocolate XD

kapiesama: I know what you mean with the OC thing! I'm always loathe to start a fic with an OC because a lot of the time it's a Mary Sue (Which I freaking hope Asher isn't). Thanks for the review!\

Dreams of Magic: you rock, I love it when people ask questions like these. I never think about some of the finer details, because I already know everything about the story :). Asher's half-asian, so he doesn't look totally asian, but you can tell just by looking at him that somewhere in his ancestry was an Asian. And as for the search party thing...I was planning on telling what happened at the school after Asher dissappeared a lot later in the story. STOP reading this if you don't want any spoilers for what will happen! So what I think happened is that the thestrel went back, alerted Hagrid that omg asher's gone, so Hagrid quickly called some teachers, and Dumbledore, and went to where the thestral last was. They searched for a while, but Fenrir ran a freaking long ways away, so they sadly had to give up because they didn't have the time to search the entire Forest. (I imagine the forest is like, bigger than anyone really realizes) So people tried to look but Asher is just in too remote a location to be found.

It's okay to start reading again now, lol

five horses: I WANT MAH COOKIE! Lol, thanks for the review, seriously! I've always thought that Fenrir was never really evil in the books, at least at first. To me, the whole stigma with werewolves probs drove him a bit crazy, so he lashed out (at the children, hit 'em were it hurts) and then joined ol' Voldy to take 'em down. So come on and own up on your promise and threat! Come over here and give me mah cookie :( 3

So there, people get their props.

Review with requests or else Asher, and therefor Fenrir, will suffer greatly.