Chapter Nine

A/N: yay, a chapter in a week! But I think ppl are going to kill me because of this. *runs and hide*

Enjoy!!!

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'Who the fuck smokes in a hospital?' The werewolf thought, claws out and ready to rip some poor sod's throat out. How dare they smoke in his pup's floor! Giving the boy a lingering pat on his head, the man stomped out only to stop at the sight of a smoking Lucas, toasting his bottle of beer to Mr. Teddy?

Sighing, Fenrir rubbed the bridge of his nose and began to rant inwardly. All of these are just too weird. The boy, his scent, the doctor, the fucking moving teddy bear who apparently smoked a Marlboro. Too tired from the storytelling session to think straight Fenrir limped his way to the uncanny companion.

"I have seen some weird shit in my life, but I never remember ever seeing a smoking teddy bear." He called out.

The two [drunk] companions stared at him insidiously and chuckled. They escalated into hysterical giggles that evolved into an uncontrollable fit of laughter. Fenrir stared at them dispassionately contemplating if he should use his hand or feet, before punching the bear in the face, effectively shutting the animated stuffed animal up. The doctored laughed at his bear misery and not surprisingly got aquatinted very well to Fenrir's fist as well.

The three of them was silent. Nobody moved. Awkwardness was heavy as each of them tried to find something intelligent to say.

"I, uh, need to change my stuffing." Mr. Bear said in a childlike voice, skipping his way out of the werewolf wrath. The yellow bear hurriedly left the balcony and shut the door behind him with a loud bang.

"I thought doctors aren't allowed to smoke in the hospital." Fenirr said, taking the bear's forgotten fag and took a deep drag. He leaned on the railing beside the doctor lanky form, completely unaware with the fact that he hated the man just a couple hours ago.

Lucas raised an eyebrow, took a gulp from his bottle before throwing it over the ledge. "Shut it, I need the distraction." He said in his crooked Australian accent. The doctor smiled and puffed out a cloud of smoke to the sky. "A jealous man is a dangerous man Mr. Greyback. I believe you better watch out."

Fenrir barked out a crude laughed and slapped the man's arm playfully. "Ha! I knew it! You're bothered because the pup liked me aren't you?"

The doctor looked at him sharply before snapping his finger, tripping the wolf down and summoning a new piece of cigarette. "And the fact that you're a werewolf." He puffed out another cloud of smoke.

"I see, a wizard." Fenrir smiled bitterly up to the doctor. "I thought I finally found someone normal for a change." He spat out a wad of tobacco that he somehow swallowed during his fall.

"A wizard?! Ha!" Lucas smashed his fist down to the railing, sending waves of his evident frustration to the shivering hospital building. "My name is Lucas Alucas, First generation sorcerer of Midgard, and the head of the Silver Council of Elgradon. Don't you dare categorize me with those silly stick waver that you call wizards." He hissed out.

As the doctor spoke his passionate speech, the Building creaked and moaned, the gravity around them began to decrease, and the air seemed nonexistent. Both men began to float from their spot, Lucas's eyes began to glow with an eerie light. 'Huh, sorcerer? Explain the talking teddy bear' unfazed with the sorcerer's outburst, Fenrir lazily waded his way to the sorcerer and slapped his face hard.

"Okay. A bitchy sorcerer. Whatever." He said apathetically, lading his floating body to the floor. "Stop showing off your power and get down here would you. We got lots to talk about."

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"I'm a sorcerer."

"I'm a werewolf."

"My mother was a nymph, thus my immortality."

"My Grandmother was a vampire."

"I was born at the times of Caesar."

"I'm really 42 years old, not 38 like I told everyone."

"I like shopping at Diagon Alley."

"I own my own clothing line so I don't shop."

"I cant sleep without drinking a glass of warm milk."

"My… alpha used to tell us stories so we would fall asleep. The pack's cub, I mean."

"I hate dogs. Anything canine actually."

"I hate you too."

"Hey! I thought we're just being honest here!" Lucas bolted upright, punching the werewolf on the arm. Fenrir growled and took a swing of his firewhiskey, downing a quarter of liquid fire in a matter of seconds.

"We are *hic*. Continue?"

"Fine."

Silence

"My dad was an alcoholic."

"My dad introduced me to alcohol."

"I'm scared of flying."

"I go back and forth on my jet."

"My favourite time of the year is Christmas."

"My favourite time of the year is Christmas eve."

"Same thing."

"Shut up Doc."

Laughs.

"I love that movie uh… What's it name? Dirty Dancing?"

"Ooh, good one. The Godfather?"

"Hm… it an okay movie I guess."

"huh."

"I hate the colour pink"

"Same here."

"I hate wizards."

"Yeah…Then why the hell are you near my pup?!" Fenrir bolted up from his slouched position, his fangs growing longer by the minute. Lucas lazily waved his hands to calm down the wolf.

"It's okay, I mean him no harm." Lucas sat up and put his hands together, looking away into the distance with such melancholic look that Fenrir had the urge to make up some stupid joke just to slap him out of that haze.

"I just. I wanted him as my apprentice." He finally said. "A Sorcerer's achievements and glory is nothing but dust with no one to hand them down to. I… as much as I hated wizards and their ways this boy he's…" Lucas gave a shout of expiration threw his bottle against the wall with an angry growl. "He's different. Special."

Both remained silent, thinking deeply about the little heart to heart talk that they've just had. A lifetime of secret shared in just minutes over a bottle of illegal alcohol. Fenrir once killed a member of his pack for tapping his back, and now he's pouring hundreds of secrets that he promised he would never revealed to anyone out to some guy in scrubs. Talk about trust issues.

Confusion was a definite ingredient for the cocktail of confusion. A slight feeling of embarrassment and guilt was surely there, somewhere, deep inside his dying conscience. There was information that he had never revealed to anyone in his pack and yet he disclosed of his underwear preferences to some… sorcerer! Some nutjob that happened to lived since the time of freaking Caesar. Hell yeah he was guilty! And it's as big as a freaking T-rex on a scooter he could tell you that.

So he answered "Damn right he's different."

What else could he say?

"But the more pressing question is why are you, Mr. Big Bad Wolf guy, interested in little Red Ridding Remmy huh?" The doctor leaned close, his hazy blue eyes suddenly turned sharp. "The fact that you're spending an awful amount of time snuggling little boys makes me wonder of your sexual preference." The man leaned closer, uncomfortably close, but the wolf was too drunk to care.

"I go both ways, *hic* if that's what you're asking." Fenrir chuckled crudely, missing the mouth of the bottle and spilling the content onto his lap. "But only for Remmy! I aint sucking no dick with some chum like you bub." He laughed uneasily, bringing the bottle up to his mouth for the umpteenth time.

"Too bad." The doctor mock sighed. "Thought you might be interested." A hand wrapped around the neck of his bottle, pulling it towards a pair of soft, delicate, thin, supple lip-

"Damn doc. Are you hittin' on me?" He asked stupidly. "Cuz I can still smash your skull open if you try an' touch ma dick." Lucas pulled away and stared at the wolf like a scientist observing a monkey talk about the theory of relativity. "Who me?" he asked with the same stupid tone that the werewolf used, pointing a finger at himself and replying with an indignant, proud, and if his ears are right, seductive voice.

"Why yes. Yes I am."

Fenrir stared oblivious to the man, unaware of his closing face. 'why the hell is he smillin?' Fenrir asked despite his own crooked grin. A strange music lulled on the back of his head, seductively urging him to lean forward and pucker up. His mind is groggy with a thin mist of alcohol. Savouring the feeling of nothingness inside of him, he finally leaned forward, pulling Lucas face towards him in a kiss.

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Suddenly the door that separate the terrace exploded, throwing the two men five feet up into the air. Fenrir could hazily hear somebody screaming his name as men is black and blue uniforms came and pulled his hand behind his back.

"What the fuck!" He lashed out, his teeth growing and his hackles are raised. "Get your hands off me before I bite 'em off you fucking cunt!" He growled savagely. The Auror with glowing soft skin and effeminate features sneered at him and placed a handcuff on him. It sizzled as soon as it meet with his wrist, his meat singed with a magical backlash that reacts to his werewolf blood. 'Huh, silver. I should've known.' Fenrir wrinkled his nose in pain and distaste.

"You gonna tell me what you're arresting me for or are we just gonna have a kinky night?" He mocked the Auror with a leer. The soft skinned Auror eyes lit up with fire as he roughly pulled the werewolf up and smashed him against a wall. "Shut up you fucking animal."

Fenrir rolled his eyes and spin his body in a flurry of movement. In a second the tables are turned, the officer was the one smashed against the wall, his hands pushing futilely against Fenrir's weight. "I can be an animal in bed if you want to darling." The werewolf whispered in a rugged breath in the Auror's ear, his canines showing as the primal half of his wolf began to take over. Grinding his groin to a stricken Auror's he said, "Or should I just take you here? You look a kind of guy that needs a rough ass poundi-"

Before he could finished his sentence another Auror had him magically pinned to the ground. "Fenrir Wolfgang Greyback, by the Wizegamot Order of Law you have been arrested for an assault to a high ranking ministry officer, Abelforth Lupin." The man boomed in a high voice. Fenrir growled and lashed out. He knew that voice. "You…"

The man laughed and tousled his jet black hair. He squatted down beside the angry werewolf, grabbing a fistful of Fenir's gay hair and pulled the man's face forcefully. "Yeah. Me. Looks like you won't wrangle your way out of this time Greyback."

"Shut up and read me my rights Potter."

"Rights?" Samuel Potter smashed Fenrir's face to the ground and laughed cruelly. "Werewolves don't have rights."

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A/N: OhohoHO! How do you like THAT!!! Yeah! Talk about plot baby!!!! (the author is happy because the author has finally managed to get out a chapter with an actual plot. The author usually just blinds the reader with soft cuddles of Remus and Fenrir.)

Uh, okay all that aside, what do you think of Lucas new development? And the appearance of Harry Potter's grandpa?

Thank you for reading! Please take the time to review or Lucas will come to you at night and make out with you. Eww.