A/N: Just to let you know, while I do have probably 85-90 percent of this story already written on my laptop, I'm not updating once a week to 'get more reviews' as someone very uncharitably suggested. I'm uploading once a week as I have a really busy life and by updating you once a week, it gives me time to not only quickly proof-read the chapters you are reading but also finish writing the last chapters of the story so that when you catch up, you won't have to wait ages for an update. I write fast but I don't always get as much time as I like to write in. I used this technique while writing my other most recent story 'Sanguis Vita Est' and it worked. I'm doing well and by the time you guys catch up to where I am, all being well, I'll have the story finished so there will be no 'hiatus' or waiting ages for the finale.

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.: Chapter Three :.

With Blood Under the Moon

Greyback stood still as he struggled to contain himself at the sight laid before him, to hold back when all he wanted to do was lunge upon the creature practically screaming to be taken. He drew in a breath and grinded his teeth together hard. "The moon heat has definitely got a full hold on you," he said in a quiet growl as the boy shifted up on his knees to look at him properly.

Greyback was no stranger to this of course, had seen it many times but he had not been prepared for how his boy would look in the throes of the same passion every other wolf succumbed to. Another of those seductive, wanton growls summoned his attention fully to the creature on his knees before him. The boy was completely lost to the moon that was to come and the instincts that had been driven mad with lack of satisfaction. Potter's werewolf genes were driving now. Greyback could not help but feel his gaze wander painfully slowly down that flushed form, down that lean chest and taut stomach. Down further…

Greyback could not help but lick his lips, but managed to refrain from pouncing on the delectable creature before him. Seeing this lack of progress, the boy, now lost to the world gave another desperate whine before crawling forwards, his honey-hued flesh shining with sweat and the dew of the grass.

"You're mad with it, aren't you?" Greyback muttered as the boy came to stop at his feet. Those green eyes were shining and dilated, fixed on him all the while. It was infuriating. With a snarl, Greyback seized the boy's chin, tilting his head up further. In this state, the boy didn't seem to mind. On the contrary he gasped in delight, almost purring when Greyback's rough thumb skimmed his lower lip.

A pink tongue shot out to greet the digit, teeth taking advantage of Greyback's surprise to nip at his flesh provocatively. However reluctant, naïve and innocent his boy was, the wolf in him knew he, the submissive had the power here. He knew what he could do, what he was doing to the most powerful and reputed werewolf in the country.

Abruptly Greyback shoved the boy back hard, sending him sprawling back in the grass. His own breathing was ragged and uneven. "You shouldn't test me if you want to keep hold of that cherry of yours," he grunted but the boy was squirming again now.

That desperate sound was back again, tumbling from those lips and the smell of arousal was so heady in the air that Greyback knew the others would be awaking to it soon. They would be opening their greedy eyes and turning them on his mate, disorientated and on the precipice of explosion. He lost it at that.

With an almighty snarl he seized the boy's discarded clothing and the fur cloak he had given him, striding past the boy a few feet and into the forest. "Follow me," he growled menacingly and even as lost as he was, Potter could not misunderstand that. Even a wolf mad with lust could not ignore it.

Potter groaned again, that inhuman whine of a growl and he scrambled after Fenrir, slamming into him in his haste to obey. Fenrir had wanted to move a bit further from the pack but with the ripe scent of heat rising from every pore of the boy's flesh was too much. They got only just out of earshot before he threw the garments down beside the stream they had come across.

The moonlight shone brightly, dancing across each ripple like diamonds in the night as the fog began to clear. The grass swayed like Potter's hips had, beckoning them to the ground. "You're ripe and ready, aren't you?" Fenrir demanded of the boy, who didn't seem to be able to form words and merely stumbled the last few feet towards him.

Fenrir caught him before he could even touch him. He seized a handful of that mussed dark hair in one fist, yanking his head back roughly so that he could admire that expanse of white throat. He grazed that trembling adam's apple with his teeth.

"Hmmmm," Fenrir grumbled in animalistic approval. The near-full moon was high above them, hidden behind a veil of clouds and lingering mist but definitely still there. Though Fenrir tried to resist, knew that his mate would not appreciate this come morning, he was losing the battle against his instincts just as Potter had lost against his.

"I want you," he growled, punctuating his words by biting the edge of that jaw, that chin, those lips gently. "Every inch. I want you to be mine – only mine!"

Potter wriggled against him, gripping him so hard that his nails were digging into Fenrir's shoulders. Those eyes were closed now, that mouth parted only a hairsbreadth from his. He was panting and crying out in earnest, but that wasn't good enough, Fenrir needed words; verbal assent not even his capricious little wolf could deny later. He had wanted to court him longer, but his boy was too alluring for his own good. "Tell me what you want," he demanded.

The boy tossed his head and nodded frantically. His lips were working incoherent sounds from them, searching for speech.

"Words," Greyback growled again, biting tauntingly at the boy's chin until he groaned uncontrollably.

"Want it!" Potter called brokenly, his nails digging hard into him, his panting breaths dancing across Greyback's face. "Want you! M-Mate…! Mate me! Breed me!" That was all Fenrir needed in way of words. An assent he could feel in more ways than one. He dropped the boy to his shaky legs, leaving him to sway on his own feet.

The boy was completely running on instinct, need and deep-set longing – none of which he was likely aware of when his human mind was in control. He was getting what he truly needed and wanted for perhaps the first time in his life and was blind to all else. Fenrir wasn't far behind. He growled lowly, a sound caught between warning and lust. "You know what to do, don't you? You know how this works?"

A pink tongue darted out to wet those lips, an action Fenrir mimicked without thinking while he watched Potter nod eagerly, swaying forwards in an attempt to grab at him again. Fenrir seized him roughly, his claws scraping the pale skin on Potter's forearms just enough to make him gasp. "Then run for me, pet. Give my wolf a chase before he takes you."

Those emerald eyes widened impossibly, dark with lust. Potter whirled on his heel and sped out into the forest, away from the camp and disappearing between the trees. Or from sight at least. Fenrir could hear him, feel him and smell the potent scent of delicious heat Potter was leaving in his wake. He inhaled it deeply as it swept through him on the night breeze, drinking it in deeply before bolting after his prey.

The grass was firm but cool underfoot as he shot across it, the moonlight peeking through the gaps in the canopy overhead and streaking the forest with rays of light. His mate was running against the wind, the breeze blowing his scent back into Fenrir's nostrils. He shrugged off his clothes as he ran. Abandoning them, the fur and his mate's clothes to the forest floor – forgotten for now – and threw himself onto all fours, flying across the dirt after that delectable scent.

A great leap carried him into the air. His bones elongated and snapped, arching unnaturally as fur sprouted from his flesh and a muzzle from his skull. He was fully changed before he hit the ground, a silver wolf bounding through the trees. A long howl erupted from his maw where it hung open in excitement of the chase. It was a high, longing cry, a mating call telling all that the ritual chase had begun.

Panting now, his blue eyes caught a glimpse of moonlight reflecting off pale flesh. He howled again as tradition and bone-deep instincts demanded. The chase had blood pounding in his veins like an insatiable tide. Saliva built in his mouth at the taste of his mate's scent and he felt his insides singing along with his howling at the knowledge that he would join with his marked one soon.

Chase me, chase me, his little wolf called back to him without words and Fenrir forced his muscles to work harder, faster. With another leap he cleared the air straight over his intended's head, landing on all fours in front of him. He growled wantonly and watched his mate dodge to the side, narrowly avoiding slamming into him.

Harry had never felt so free in all his life. Free of worldly strife that he somehow remembered his life to be ripe with, free from inhibitions and embarrassment, filled only with his baser instincts and desires. Everything deep down inside himself that he had never indulged and always neglected. He forgot everything else.

He couldn't quite put a name to the woes that had been blasted away by that mating howl. The evening breeze rushed through his hair and licked at his naked flesh like the tongue of a lover. He knew somehow that he had led a troubled life full of despair, hardship and expectations. Now he was free, liberated to a state of blissful unaware. He leapt over the upturned tree-roots with glee, glancing over his shoulder without fear at the beautiful wolf pursuing him.

Silver fur rippled with the breeze and the movement of tight muscle. Blue eyes shone in the darkness and white fangs glistened. His alpha was displaying for him during this chase, courting him still, showing his power and worthiness. The wolf called for him again and he laughed. It was a human sound, but he remembered it well. He was at peace with the wolf and the human in him for now and was beaming with it, that thrill of bliss he somehow knew he had merely tasted before.

The silver wolf was almost on him now. He could feel his hot breath against his back, his only warning before a cold nose butted against the base of his spine. He had been caught and with a grin he ran a few more steps, taunting the wolf who had stopped upon 'catching him'. Without stopping he could feel those azure eyes locked on him, watching every sinew of muscle move. They were rimmed with a golden glow.

Dropping suddenly onto all fours, Harry rolled onto his back and squirmed, impatient and waiting. The alpha had caught him and he was glad of it, he'd displayed deliciously but his surrender was on his own terms. His eyes gleamed as he turned his head to watch the great wolf coming towards him, walking the additional few feet to him with minute irritation flickering in his eyes.

Fenrir Greyback had expected his mate to drop to his knees immediately on being caught, not carry on a few more feet in rebellion. But Harry had been determined to show him that he was full of just as much fire as him. Feisty and headstrong and in need of teaching some of the more wolfish lessons that his instincts alone could not.

Harry blinked with glazed eyes, staring down at that muzzle as the wolf bent his neck to sniff vigorously at him. Gasping aloud, Harry propped himself up on his elbows and tipped his head to look down at him, but daringly met his alpha's eyes. The wolf growled and when Harry didn't turn his head away, he raised his own completely, until he was towering completely over Harry.

Harry's eyes were wide and practically black his pupils were so dilated. He gave an inhuman croon of awe as the sparse moonlight danced across the wolf's dazzling silver fur, making it shine before his very eyes. He reached up, his fingers outstretched with longing to feel it ripple under his touch.

A growl stilled his movements. Harry answered the sound with a whine, still looking up into two blue/gold eyes that were glaringly bright in the darkness. After a moment, however, Harry realised what the alpha wanted and averted his gaze, reaching forwards again simultaneously. This time his fingers glided into velvety soft fur and he exhaled slowly. His eyes fluttered shut. It was like the last great weight had been lifted from him. Reaching out with his other hand he caressed the wolf's furry ears, ran the flat of his palm down across his flanks and then up his back, appreciating the strong, taut muscles there.

An almost purr told him that he could meet those eyes again now (this time with permission) and he immediately did so. He glanced quickly away again, however at the sight that met him. He shifted back out from under him, keeping his gaze averted.

Only mated couples trying to conceive mated like this and he was not. The notion of being taken by even his alpha in this form was abhorrent to him. This was not the way it was done. He winced at the thought and shifted back again, until he was standing with his back against an aged oak's trunk. Closing his eyes, he exposed his throat in silent apology.

The breeze swept across his skin as he stood there, naked as the day he was born and willing his alpha to understand the reason for his rejection. The leaves and twigs on the ground rustled with movement and Harry drew in a breath as he felt a thumb pressing on his chin, sweeping across his bottom lip.

"Not like that, not yet, pet," a familiar gruff voice breathed. Harry opened his eyes to see his alpha towering over him, but as a man now not a wolf. The blue gaze darkened, roving Harry's entire body with such intensity that Harry shivered with it. He couldn't remember at the moment but he was sure no one had ever looked at him like that.

As if reading his mind, his alpha's lips curved upwards a fraction into an almost smile. "And you've never been taken care of, provided for or had your needs become the sole focus of one person, have you?" he said gruffly, evidently not expecting an answer from his hazy-minded partner for he trailed the rough pad of his thumb over Harry's lip thoughtfully. His smirk broadened when Harry's mouth quivered under his intensity.

"Definitely a virgin," the Alpha mused aloud, before tugging Harry by his wrist toward the bank of the river running peacefully behind them. The moonlight cast stunning crystal-like glimmers across the surface. Greyback stopped him just a few feet a way, staring at him for a moment with silent hunger before slipping out of sight.

Harry began to turn to follow him with his eyes, but that gruff voice stopped him. "Be still if you want this, little wolf. The dominant wolf must lead his bitch in this ritual." Footsteps signalled the wolf's retreat but Harry stood as still as stone, not even moving his head to follow the lights dancing across the river before him. He couldn't remember much right then, he knew even less but he did know he wanted this with all his being. For every reason Greyback had hinted at and more. They were desperate desires that his human conscious spent every day denying and fighting, but that did not erase the fact that he wanted it. All of him.

Sound from behind him signalled his alpha's return and the hairs on the back of his neck prickled, goosebumps rose across his flesh but he forced himself to remain perfectly still. The familiar feeling of the fur cloak being draped over his shoulders slowly startled him at first and he turned his head a fraction to catch the broad werewolf's shadow in his peripheral vision.

"With the oath to shield, shelter and protect," Greyback said in his gruff, coarse voice, but when Harry reached up to catch the corners of the fur cloak and keep it around his shoulder, the wolf seized his wrist sharply. "Accept carefully," he warned gruffly, "this is a binding vow you cannot take back."

Harry tugged his hand free with an animalistic sound of need, clutching the fur around his shoulders tightly. Fenrir Greyback said nothing, merely stepping back, the previous mood settling back into the air between them.

"With an oath to honour and fight for my mate–" He came about to stand before Harry now and Harry was stunned to see deep claw marks gouged into that broad chest. Blood stained his alpha's chest hair and claws.

"-until there my last breath leaves me," Greyback finished gruffly, raising his bloody thumb and dragging it across Harry's forehead in an upwards horizontal arch. Harry's forehead tingled where he was painted with the blood but the scar on his forehead ached heavily, forebodingly. Further bloody arcs graced both cheeks, the flesh just above his navel and over his heart thanks to the artist brush of the werewolf's thumb, until at last the final crimson smear was dragged shapelessly across the mark at his throat.

Suddenly, Harry gasped. His body arched forwards with bullet-force, throwing him off his feet and into his alpha's chest. Every bloody mark was burning with fiery intensity just this side of painful. The lightning bolt scar throbbed and the mating mark at his throat grew so hot he wanted to claw at it. His heart was hammering in his chest. His breaths were coming out in uneven, manic pants.

"With an oath to provide in all things, in the name of our ancestors, initiated with blood under the moon," the wolf continued, gripping Harry tightly and holding him at arm's length. Those eyes were bright with unnameable emotion, so ferocious that Harry was unable to look away, not even when his body shook with spasms of near pain and overwhelming power not entirely his own.

"And sealed with the fluid of mutual pleasure," that husky voice concluded. Those hands released Harry and forced him to stand alone. He watched his naked alpha retreat back into the water until he was just out of arm's reach. The water rippled around the man's waist. "Do you accept me?" Fenrir Greyback asked darkly, his eyes shadowed with lust, want and danger.

Something had risen in Harry now, mixing with his magic and spiralling up inside him until it felt like a tornado burning in his throat. He didn't know words tonight, didn't even know his name but he knew what he felt. Both the human and the wolf knew. He had enough freedom from his human consciousness to make the decision based on needs and wants rather than expectations, upbringing and pride.

With only a moment of hesitation, Harry swept his arm back, letting the cloak slide off his shoulders and pool on the ground at his feet. He stepped forwards, the moonlight illuminating his skin as he reached out. Greyback took a step back out of his reach again, leaving Harry standing on the edge of the riverbank, the water lapping at his toes.

A desperate whining growl of distress left him, but the Alpha did not even blink. He was waiting, Harry realised. Struggling to find words that he knew he had learnt, many years ago. He felt his throat strain as if it had become incapable of human sounds. "Mate," he gasped out at last, yearning drawing out the single syllable. He knew the human reservations would fight it once they awoke again, but they would ebb with time. This was what he needed.

Inhaling deeply, he fought out the words he thought signified his assent. Fenrir Greyback had meant what he said, he wanted him willing only. "Yes," Harry panted, "Want." With that, his alpha seized him roughly by the scruff of his neck and waist both, yanking him off his feet and pulling Harry hard against him. The water splashed around them as he met his mate in the water and that mouth met his throat simultaneously. Yes, this was what he needed, his body was burning for it all over.

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"Bite me," Fenrir growled out, only just remembering. "You have to bite me to bind us, it's the final sealing of the ritual…" He was a bit breathless too, more than he'd like, but that thought was ripped from him as he felt the body above and around him tense. And not in pleasure.

Harry shoved himself up and off of the werewolf in one stumbling movement. His body burned as he tore away from him. He snarled aloud in agony and tumbled backwards on the bank where he scrambled to wrap the discarded fur cloak around him. A wince broke across his features as he felt thick liquid oozing from his arse – fluid he was certain wasn't blood. He could smell it, he could smell their sex in the air and it made him giddy with nausea. But worse than that, he could feel Greyback's presence in his mind now.

The connection was like an echo, a ghost of somebody else in his mind, not unlike the feeling of someone standing behind you. He couldn't read his thoughts but he certainly felt the beast's emotions. Lust and frustration all mixed together in post-coital bliss. It was stronger than before, everything was stronger.

Harry's limbs were quaking suddenly and not just with the cold licking at his sweat-dampened skin. "W-What – what did you do to me?" Harry demanded, wiping frantically at the smears of blood Greyback had painted on his skin. The werewolf stood and Harry scrambled back against the trunk of the nearest tree, the willow that's branches hung into the water nearby. "What did you do?!" he roared, his voice stronger now but still shaking.

Greyback frowned, his silver locks hanging damp just short of his shoulders. Harry's semen still painted his lightly furred torso and the sight of it, pearly white and glistening in the moonlight made Harry turn away in repulsion. It had felt like a haze of carefree obliviousness settling over him when the moon heat had taken over. He'd been aware and conscious but his body had made the decisions. Everything except his base instincts, the desire for food, comfort, protection and sex had filled him up until he was an inferno of need that only Greyback could sate. He had been aware through it all and what was worse…he'd liked it!

He shook his head frantically. Greyback must've done something to make him act like such a wanton bitch!

"Your hormones took over that's all, you sated them with me that's why you came back to yourself once we'd both squirted," Greyback said gruffly, staring down at him, his great body silhouetted against the pale moonlight. Harry winced at his grotesque wording and the way that the moon was illuminating all of his muscles in all their glory.

"You'll learn to control your heat with every moon," Greyback added, stopping a few inches in front of Harry. "It's nature, all werewolves go through this–"

"I'm not a werewolf!" Harry snapped, fighting the urge to leap up and smack the smirk from the brute's face. He wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing him naked and leaking with the bastard's spunk. "Everything I'm feeling now, it's only happening because you bloody bit me!"

"It's happening because one of your parents carried the dormant gene," Greyback corrected him, his voice gruff and harsh – cautionary. "Any wolf who bit you would have awoken it, it's something that was already inside you, something you inherited–"

"But if you'd never bitten me it would've remained dormant!" Harry insisted. "This is your fault! Why did you have to bloody bite me?"

"The same reason your instincts chose me to display to instead of the other wolves back there," Greyback growled, "You were the best, the superior choice – everything I need and want. That's how werewolves choose. We mate for life, after all..."

Harry winced, not only for the truth he sensed in the wolf's words but also the throbbing cramps that were beginning to ripple through his arse and stomach. Fuck, it hurts. He pulled the fur more tightly around him so that Greyback would not see him rubbing his aching stomach beneath it. It felt like his innards had been stretched and pounded into a complete new shape. It had felt good at the time, well…not good as such, intense – nothing with Greyback could be considered good.

"It took me over," Harry murmured under his breath, "I didn't care about anything but…"

"Fucking the best stud?" Greyback finished for him, his voice full of arrogance. "That's heat for you, pet. It happens to us all. Humans get it too when they're in the zone. Don't make out you didn't enjoy it–"

"The fact that I enjoyed it was the bloody problem!" Harry hissed. "I don't want to be some alpha's bitch and squeeze your rotten spawn out of my body. I don't want this!"

"Part of you must do, pet," Greyback contradicted him huskily, his blue eyes shining darkly in the ethereal moonlight. The rim of gold that had shone within had completely vanished now. "Part of you longs for this, longs for a big strong alpha to protect and care for you, to breed you – or else your wolf wouldn't have chosen me."

Shock at the truth of that statement reverberated through Harry's blood like the vibrations of sound carrying through a cymbal. It cut him deeper than anything else Greyback had said because it was a truth he had been fearing since he had come to his senses. What if subconsciously he did want what Greyback could offer, even if he didn't want Greyback himself? His instincts, the wolf inside him would have acted on that, wouldn't it? Protection, security, comfort, never to be hungry again – a family…

He'd always longed for all of those things since he was old enough to understand that they were what was missing from his life of neglect. The wolf in him didn't care that Harry's human consciousness didn't want to gain all of that this way, it simply acted and chose the best solution. The best choice of 'stud' just as Greyback had said.

Nausea and bile rose up in his throat then. His bruised stomach lurched and he threw himself hands first onto his hands and knees, vomiting up the contents of his stomach onto the dewy grass. He wretched and choked until it felt like his battered insides were in knots. His body shook uncontrollably. He had done this to himself with his own pitiful desires. His childhood longings had brought him here, bound to Greyback for the rest of his life.

Greyback was still watching him, had not moved even when the fur had dropped from Harry's shoulders. But when Harry collapsed onto his side next to his own vomit, the Alpha leant down. Harry did not even cringe, he was too exhausted to in every way possible. He did wince however, when an inhuman sound of pain skittered over his lips unbidden. It sounded horribly like a whine.

The werewolf pulled the fur back over him and rolled him onto his other side, letting him lay down away from his sick. Then he stood. "You'll get used to all of this," Greyback said gruffly, "it can hardly be so bloody awful can it? To finally have what you've always secretly longed for?"

Harry didn't answer. He closed his eyes, wishing it would all go away, wishing it would all end…

Then it hit him. A lightning bolt pierced his misery like a dagger through his vulnerable flesh. He couldn't just roll over and die, he wouldn't! There were people depending on him, people he loved. This was just one more obstacle to overcome. If he could kill a basilisk at twelve years old, he could escape a werewolf. He lay perfectly still as Greyback sat down on the edge of the bank a few feet from him.

Despite the fact that his connection to Greyback was shielding his mind from Voldemort, he was still out there and so were his horcruxes. He, Harry still had a job to do. And when it's over, I can still have everything my instincts think they can only get from Greyback; comfort, a family. Except with someone that I choose, someone I love, his mind whispered conspiratorially, as he contemplated his escape tomorrow under the cover of the full moon.

Suddenly. Greyback's coarse, bark of a voice sliced through his reverie. "You need to bite me," he said simply, "mark me as yours to seal our bond."

Harry opened his eyes and saw Greyback watching him from across the dark grass, the reflections of moonlight off the water dancing over his body. "And why would I do that? I don't want you." At this, Greyback growled warningly. Harry sneered, his fire returning to his voice a little despite his throbbing stomach and arse. "Oh, sorry did I offend you? It's the truth, Greyback,"

"Our bodies will pine for the completion. It's up to you if you want to suffer just because you're too much of a coward to admit your own desires," Greyback snapped in response. "You want me, pet. You can't lie to me."

Harry grit his teeth. Just until tomorrow night, just until tomorrow night, he reminded himself firmly. "Don't call me pet," Harry warned, forcing himself to think of his freedom tomorrow to ground him in place. He couldn't beat Greyback without a wand, not even with werewolf blood coursing through him. The only chance was to escape him tomorrow, under the cover of the full moon, which even now he could feel buzzing through his veins.

The next morning it was the deep ache in his belly and arse that awoke him. He must have just rolled over, for the pain jerked him awake. He groaned in agony and opened his eyes only to see the sunlight filtered by a thick veil of fur. Pushing off the fur, he winced as he sat up, the cloak falling uselessly to his lap. That unnerving hot feeling had returned – he felt quite giddy again, though nowhere near as bad as yesterday. He was stark naked beneath the fur cloak still and there was no sign of Greyback except the dying fire nearby and the food that lay cooling and cooked on a clean slate of rock beside it.

And the fact that he pulled the fur over your head so you wouldn't be woken up by the sun, a niggling, infuriating voice whispered at the back of his mind.

So he could suffocate me more like, Harry bit back, taking a final glance around to ensure he was alone before staggering out from under the cover of the blanket. His sore belly was roiling now with lack of sustenance. He didn't so much as hesitate before plonking himself down on the riverbank and attacking the skinned, gutted and deboned fish with relish.

At first he'd thought it looked a little raw for his taste but it tasted perfect. The flavour burst in his mouth like nothing before, his superior werewolf taste-buds delighting in every bite. He could feel everything better, see everything clearer than before. An experiment of taking off his glasses left him disappointed that he still needed them to see perfectly, but nowhere near as badly as he'd needed them before.

He was glad Hermione had charmed the lenses to adapt to his ever-changing eyesight years ago…

Slipping his glasses back on, he chugged down the rest of the fish and instantly wrinkled his nose. The clearing reeked of sex. He reeked of sex, of blood and come and… He could still feel Greyback's spendings, dried and uncomfortable between his arse cheeks. He had to wash it off! Wash every last inch of Fenrir Greyback off his skin. His stomach churned warningly, still aching and not appreciating the speed in which he had gulped down his breakfast – nor the haste in which he leapt to his feet. Without pause he dropped into the chilly water of the stream, the coldness hitting him like an icy punch, a sharp lash of steel against his sore arse and aching belly.

Harry shivered, but didn't stop. He ducked down in the water, submerging himself until he was holding his breath beneath the water. He surfaced and then repeated the action, again and again until he was gasping for air and scrubbing his skin raw with his hands.

With a hiss of pain, Harry rubbed between his legs, gingerly scrubbing the dried fluids from his arse. It stung, but the pain only hardened his resolve to cleanse himself of last night as much as possible. When the moon came up tonight, he would leave this all behind him. It would remain a forgotten nightmare and nothing more. He would go on as if nothing had changed.

But then finally, a rogue thought stopped him. He was changed. He was part wolf now, or at least it had awoken. Would he be able to hide that from Hermione and Ron? From Remus? Suddenly, he realised with an odd numbness that he was also no longer a virgin anymore. He stared unseeingly out across the still water. Mist still lapped at the edge of the clearing so that the boundary line of the trees was barely visible.

He caressed his sore crack with his index finger and winced. Yes, he was definitely not a virgin anymore. It almost felt as if Greyback's monster of a cock was still in there, like an echo. He flushed darkly despite himself. He had no idea how that had fit inside him. It was monstrous!

Without thinking, his free hand passed over the mark over his throat and then down his body, skimming his chest and stomach, his flaccid prick that had been hard and drooling in the fist of Fenrir Greyback only hours before. He could still feel the ghost of that brash, demanding and unyielding touch all over him. Was that because they were bonded? Mated?

I came all over him, whining and howling like an animal, he recalled with disdain, his belly churning more ferociously but his prick twitching at the memory. The filling of his arse had definitely not been good – intense, overwhelming yes. But the pressure around his cock, the feel of coarse, large fingers playing his most sensitive place… He gasped. There was no way in hell he could honestly say that felt bad.

He flushed as his fingers unwittingly traced the places that still throbbed with Greyback's touch.

"Hmmm, the smell – I'd heard of it but I never knew it would make my mouth water!"

Harry whirled around at the sound of that voice. Flying back from the river's edge, he saw the twins from yesterday, Canagan and Caleb eyeing him hungrily from the bank. "Get the fuck away from me!" Harry snarled, sliding backwards in the water as they stepped closer. They were on the edge of the bank now.

"Fiesty," Caleb growled, leaning down on the bank to bring their eyes level now. His own gaze was dark and wanting, as if overcome in the same way Harry had been last night. They were not part of Greyback's pack, they would have no qualms about taking him despite the smell of claiming hanging thick in the air. If they deemed him worth fighting Greyback over. Hadn't Greyback said their bond was not final, after all?

They smelled me touching myself, he realised, his cheeks colouring despite himself. The twins leered at him.

"That's it baby," purred Canagan, who was kneeling also now. "Come over here and we'll let you choose which one of us you can have first…"

The heat that had been buzzing through him since he awoke was surging up in his head now, making him stumble in the water. His body was hot and still unclaimed. His alpha had gone somewhere… Was he abandoned? The bond wasn't complete, he still felt empty, vulnerable. He couldn't bear it.

Suddenly, two hands seized his arms, hauling him out of the water and laying him out flat on the riverbank underneath the twins that now hovered above him. "Or would you like us both at once?" Caleb asked, his humid breath dancing across Harry's skin as he pinned Harry's arms above his head on the damp grass.

Harry squirmed. He was too hot, too dizzy with need. His body was ready for breeding, he needed to be fully mated to conceive tonight. He needed to be taken. Thrusting his hips up, Harry made a pining sound, throwing his head to the side and arching his neck back wantonly. He felt so confused. His alpha was gone? He'd abandoned him when he'd needed him most?

Harry's instincts vibrated through his bones. Had he displeased his alpha? Is that why he'd left? The moon was so close and he was shaking with desperation now. "Need…need," he tried to say, his mouth suddenly dry, his belly still aching and twisting with each movement he made.

"Hush poppet," Canagan growled, his fingers trailing down Harry's front appreciatively. His palm rested over Harry's stomach, the pressure making Harry wince. The hand didn't retract. "You'd look so good with your belly full – that's what you want, isn't it? That's the whole point of your existence?"

Harry rolled his head on his neck and stared up at the identical wolves above him. They were not his alpha, not his choice and they would have to prove themselves if they wished to replace him. He squirmed again, trying to free himself but the hand on his belly pressed harder, making him cry out and fall still. The other twin's hands pushed down on his wrists.

This time Harry growled. He kicked and struggled and when one of them dipped their auburn heads to taste the unmarked side of his throat he snapped at them, his teeth bared. This wasn't right, they hadn't proven themselves – he hadn't chosen them! An agonised howl left his lips then and he threw his head up, slamming it hard into Caleb's so that the wolf instinctively let go of his wrists.

Kicking Canagan away from him, Harry rolled onto his hands and knees and scrambled away. A vice-like grip seized his ankle and without thinking he seized a fist full of dirt and threw it into his assailant's face. A hard smack cracked across his face in answer, sending his head snapping to the side.

Pain spread across his jaw like white-hot fire through the undergrowth. He fell back hard into the ground, stunned from the blow. They were stronger than he was physically and for a moment he couldn't move.

"Play nice, bitch if you want us to treat you right," Caleb murmured, seizing Harry's knees where they lay, pressed together and pulled tight up to his body in a final defence. Little lights had burst behind Harry's eyes at that strike. He felt dizzy but still fought the hands urging his legs apart.

"Come on," Canagan grunted, seizing Harry's chin and turning him roughly to face him, his thumb digging into the bruise beginning to form on his tender cheek. "Nice little bitches get their bellies filled. You're ripe for it. Wolves mate for life but once you're mated you can turn any stud's seed into a litter." He leered down at Harry, his free hand caressing his belly again. "You just need the bond to tell your body to make the right reactions, after that you're anyone's game no matter what tradition says and Fenrir Alpha Greyback isn't here to stop me, is he?"

Caleb chuckled, shoving Harry's thighs brutally apart and staring down at his flagging penis in delight. But just as he reached down Harry threw all of his strength into his leg and kicked the wolf hard in the crotch. The beast howled and rolled back while his twin shoved Harry roughly back into the dirt when he tried to flee. The fist that had struck him once before rose again, soaring down towards his still throbbing face.

A sickening crack filled the air. A howl of pain followed it and Harry winced, staying perfectly still as he stared up at the terrifying sight of Fenrir Greyback. Those lips were drawn back over his teeth in a snarl, eyes gold and flecked with rage. His fingers were digging hard into Canagan's hand, twisting the limb back at an unnatural angle until his wrist visibly snapped. It hung uselessly when Greyback released it and the red-head stumbled back, screaming and cradling his broken wrist.

"I thought even mongrels like you would know a claiming circle when you smelled one," Greyback growled dangerously, his otherworldly eyes fixed on the twins as they slowly rose upwards. He snarled warningly and they remained on their knees. "I laid one so thick around here that even runts like you could smell!" He glanced down at Harry then, who lay frozen still.

His alpha was angry, furious in fact but his body language, his offensive stance was not aimed at him. Slowly, cautiously he rolled onto the balls of his feet, staring up at Greyback to gauge his reaction. The wolf was watching him unyieldingly. So he hadn't abandoned him after all, he had left him with a protective claim around the area – the kind he knew (somehow) that subs couldn't smell.

Determined to show his contrition for how he had behaved after their mating last night (which he only vaguely recalled in his hazy state) he rocked forward until he was pressed against Greyback's leg. He whined softly when Greyback didn't respond and rolled his hips in desperate gyrations against that softly haired leg. He was humping his leg urgently, trying to express his need as words had evaded him. Still Greyback didn't move, didn't accept him.

Desperate now to keep his alpha that he had so offended, Harry dropped himself onto all fours in front of him, pressing his chest to the ground, his arse up in the air – inviting. At last he heard Greyback move behind him and he swayed his hips a fraction in answer, but those hands merely seized him roughly, tossing him back onto his arse and throwing his discarded clothes at him from the night before.

"Not for their eyes," Greyback snarled before turning back to the twins once more. "I'll kill you for touching him–"

"He was hardly saying no until the end," Caleb hissed as his brother continued to whimper in pain under his breath. "And the bond is incomplete – I can smell it, maybe he wants a little variation."

Suddenly Greyback's stance tightened, his muscles bunched as if poised to launch him into battle. He growled ominously again. He wasn't in a position to refuse with his first heat burning inside him like that, Greyback thought, but instead said aloud, "It doesn't matter what he wants. He's mine, he chose me last night and I'll be all his body ever knows until the day he dies. The mating bond is for life–"

"And just who said you get to keep the one breeder left alive in probably the whole country?" Canagan hissed through clenched fangs, still clutching his distorted wrist. "Why should you be the only one to beget live young? You claimed him for yourself without giving anyone else a chance to stake a claim!"

Fenrir surged forwards, so that he was standing directly in front of his two adversaries. "He chose me out of all your lot last night–"

"There are other werewolves out there who will fight you for the rights to breed him," Caleb murmured, "I'll fight you for him right now!"

Greyback scoffed. "With no one to see you fall?" he shook his head and made his way back over to Harry without a second glance back at them. Harry hadn't taken his eyes off him and now he was kneeling before him, Harry stared up at him like a patient puppy waiting for recognition. He was dressed again, Fenrir noticed and wrapped in his fur cloak. He smirked. Unconsciously, the boy seemed to like the comfort it offered.

He gripped his mate's chin then, turning his head a fraction to better see the bruise forming over his cheek. He frowned and grit his teeth. "Bring them all, spread the word that I've claimed him as mine and bring anyone who'll challenge me. I'll tear you all apart and lay your heads at his feet as a mating gift." He leant in then, swiping at the boy's wounded cheek with his tongue. The chin in his grasp tensed but did not pull away. He licked again, and again until he felt the bruise begin to fade away before it had chance to fully bloom.

When he drew back, the blemish was gone and the boy was still watching him. "Don't wait too long to return though," Fenrir said to the twins, turning to face them again, "I still have to finish paying you back for touching my sub." With that he scooped a fully dressed boy into his arms, cloak and all and walked calmly out of the clearing, into the mist.

Harry was rubbing at himself frantically, his breath coming out in hot pants against Fenrir's neck. "I know," Fenrir growled under his breath. He could feel the boy's need rolling off him in waves. The moon was introducing herself to his mate with unconquerable fervour. "Hold still for a bit longer and I'll satisfy you," he promised, voice husky.

"Y-You…swore…" the boy managed out his words slightly strangled with desire and instinct.

"And I don't break my promises, pet," Fenrir said, and with a final cursory sniff of the air that ensured they were out of earshot of the vile twins, he broke into a run. His resolve not to throw the boy down on the leaves and take him was crumbling at the sweet, hot aroma rising up his nostrils with every squirm the body in his arms made. The forest floor was not an option tonight, he needed to get the boy safely out of the way for his first full moon at least.

He's still too insolent and headstrong, he'll get himself hurt by refusing to submit when he needs to if I meet him as a wolf under the full moon. The full moon stole the mind of even the most practiced wolf. It was unavoidable, they were ruled for the night purely by instinct. And since the boy's instincts hadn't had chance to bloom fully yet, he wouldn't have the instinctual knowledge of how to react to him.

He won't know how to submit to a riled up wolf with no conscience. How to act or respond, Fenrir thought as the boy nuzzled into his chest urgently, palming his arousal through his clothes, unaware of anything except the need to rut and breed in his 'moon heat' daze. He's sure to get himself hurt if he crosses my path tonight, mate or no mate…

~To Be Continued...