Chapter Summary: Rick Grimes and company arrive to find the prison already occupied. (Harry/Shane, The Walking Dead, Season 1 and 3 AU)

The prison in front of them was not empty.

Rick glanced to Daryl, seeing the man's eyes narrow, and then turned back to look at the yard.

They could see cars lined up in the back, people milling about the yard, talking, eating at picnic tables under shade, teenagers playing at hoops. There were maybe twenty or so people in the yard, grouped together easily, no weapons visible.

"See that strange looking thing?" Daryl asked, gesturing to the little cave looking thing.

"Yeah. I see it. Looks like a wolf den."

"See many wolf dens?"

Rick snorted as he studied the stone outcropping in the corner of the third building. It was big and it did look like a cave but he didn't know what it was there for or… what it was doing there. It wasn't like a den/cave thing came as a packaged deal with a prison. There were trees surrounding it, offering shade and dirt lining the path into the cave.

"Could be those wolves we heard last night," Daryl added, blinking once or twice.

"Wolves are wild, Daryl. Why would there be a den for them in the middle of a prison?"

"Don't know."

A man broke off from the main group, tall and strong looking, muscular, and walked over towards the gate, to lean against the fence there. Rick's eyes narrowed at the sight and then the man turned right to him.

"Shane?"

"What kind of weapons do you have? You know I used to be a police officer… before."

"You'd probably like Harry then. He was a cop before too."

Shane felt his eye twitch and reached for the gun at his waist. "Harry, huh? Where's he from?"

"I can't believe you're alone! People shouldn't be alone right now. Did you lose people?"

Shane turned to look around at the small camp and at the approaching man. "They kicked me out. That him?"

The guy walking towards the group walked with an easy gait, his bright green eyes narrowed and his long black hair messy. The scar on his forehead forked down on the skin like lightning.

"Oh, my god! They kicked you out? Whatever for?"

"Diane, leave the poor man be. I'll interrogate him."

"Oh, Harry, they kicked him out! You won't-"

Harry raised an eyebrow at Shane, who shrugged, and then turned to the older woman. "He's probably thirsty and hungry. Do we have any food left over from the last find?"

"Oh, yes, definitely. I'll go make sure the hyenas leave some for him."

Shane watched as the nosy woman left and then turned his attention back to the man. They were both of equal height, perhaps about six feet and a few inches, and Harry stared at him, his arms at his sides loosely.

"So… you were a cop," Harry started, his eyes narrowed as he looked Shane over. "Atlanta?"

"Yeah. What's it to you?"

"All of the people in my group have their jobs," Harry remarked, gesturing back to the group of tents. There were only two cars behind him. Something flashed in Harry's eyes and Shane rocked back on the heels of his feet, his hand gripping the gun at his waist tighter. The hair on the back of his neck stood up and Harry smiled, baring more teeth than was dinner table acceptable and… sharper too. Shane blinked at the sight and then rolled his eyes. He could take this English cop easy and take over this group. Like it was before Rick had come back, with him as the team leader.

"Fuck me!"

Shane let out a strangled groan as Harry pushed him up against the wall of the cell block. Harry was all over him, his bare chest pressed up against Shane's back, and Shane whined, attempted to arch back into the man. A growl left Harry's throat, sounding peculiar on human vocal chords, as he pressed into him, tracing his hands over Shane's bare back. Harry's fingers quickly pushed Shane's work pants down, letting them fall to a thump over his boots. Neither of them wore jeans as they were too constricting.

"Remember the first time I pinned you?" Harry whispered, licking up his shoulder blades and up his neck, nipping little bites into Shane's skin. "You were human then."

"Harry. Please. Just fuck me already. I don't want to even think about-"

Harry bit into his skin at the crook of his neck and shoulder and Shane yelled, his cock hardening even more. His heart raced within his chest and the wolf within howled, jolting with life, howling with pleasure at being chosen by his alpha. "You tried to remove me from the picture."

Shane whimpered as he felt sweat drip down his forehead and down his back. His cock was trapped and Harry was all around him, gripping his wrists tightly enough to bruise. He bucked back into the man, into his alpha, and Harry held him tighter, putting both his hands into one hand and pulling them up.

"Hold them there, Shane. And don't move," Harry whispered, his breath tickling his neck and Shane whined, trembling at the words.

He wanted to come already. "Enough with the foreplay, alpha. Just fuck me!"

"I made you rub yourself off against my thigh," Harry whispered, heat in his voice at the memory. Shane could just picture the smirk on Harry's face and he leaned against the stone wall in front of him, swaying with need. "You were quite something then."

"Fuck. Just fuck me, dammit!"

Harry's hand paused on his back and then trailed downward, cupping his ass. His other hand curled up and into the curls of hair on his head and tugged sharply. Shane yelped as the shock of pleasure pain rolled through him, as pre come spurted from his cock. He was so hard he ached with it and the memories of rocking against Harry the first time came roaring back. He wanted… to come. "What do you say?"

"Please."

"Just remember you're mine then," Harry muttered, his fingers stilling.

The sudden sting of heat against his ass sent him spiraling and Harry's fingers curled around his waist, moving to squeeze at the base of his cock. Shane froze, realized that he had been humping the wall of the building in front of him. "Not yet."

Fingers spread his ass and two slipped in, not to open him up but to…

"You're still a little wet from this morning's fuck. Good."

Shane whined and felt his fingers flex, a few of them sharpening into claws but he held them there. The fingers disappeared and Shane's muscles flexed around nothing before Harry thrust right into him, his fingers digging into Shane's hips, and he screamed. His nerves lit up with sensation, with heat and wetness and fullness.

His heart sped up even more as Harry began to fuck him, hitting his prostate with each thrust. One of Harry's hands trailed up his flank, up his side and curled around his throat, squeezing lightly. Shane moaned as heat built in his belly, at the base of his spine, fucking everywhere, as Harry moved and thrust into him again and again. He yelled out as Harry thrust in even deeper, digging his fingers into the wall for support as his legs trembled at the assault.

"Who do you belong to, Shane?"

The scrape of sharpened teeth against his neck and the sounds of skin hitting skin sent him over the edge, pleasure boiling through him. His breathing picked up and he panted with it, his toes curling in his boots as he slumped deeper onto Harry's cock, his muscles flexing around him. Harry pulled out again and then he shoved back in, chasing his release. He felt Harry yell out and come a second later, his fingers gripping onto his throat and flexing.

"Yours. I'm yours," Shane croaked out, feeling Harry's arm come around him to support him.

"Yes, you are. Good boy," Harry whispered, licking at his neck and at the bite marks. Harry moved his hand from his neck and pressed into the deepest mark with a thumb. Shane whimpered with it, his cock twitching at the pain. "Wear your collar for me?"

"Alpha?"

"You need something to remind you while Lori's around," Harry murmured.

Rick stared out into the prison yard, wondering if he had hallucinated. The last he had seen of Shane had been when the man had gotten into his car and floored it away from the farm. It had been a day after finding Sophia in that barn and Rick's stomach roiled as his thoughts turned to that day. That was almost seven months ago and Shane had not… been in his thoughts too much since then.

Lori had tried to get Rick to go after Shane but he ended up not trailing after his… friend. She hadn't talked to him in the week afterward and their relationship had continued to deteriorate.

The man who opened the gate for them waited until they were all through and then closed it behind them. The low afternoon sun lit up the yard and it almost looked like the man's green eyes were glowing. His bright green eyes were narrowed as he stared at them, his arms crossed. The black hair on his head was messy and wild and there were spots of blood on his boots and pants. "Soo... which one of you is Rick?"

Daryl sucked in a tight breath behind him and Rick blinked, dropping his hand to the gun at his waist. The man's accent was startling, English and low and relaxed. "Who's doing the asking?"

"Harry Potter. Leader of this… prison camp… thing." The man gestured behind them, staying right in front of them. "Let me guess. You need somewhere to stay until the pregnant lady gives birth."

"Maybe longer?" Beth tried, taking a step to the front of their group. "We've been on the road a lot."

Harry raised an eyebrow but nodded. "You'll get temporary quarters for now. Let my quartermaster know if you need anything and I'll assign a guide to your group for a day."

"How'd you know my name?" Rick asked, keeping his hand on his gun. Something about the man and his easy acceptance of them was throwing him off even as he saw two people walking towards them. Some of the passing people turned to look at them, their eyes narrowed before they nodded.

"An acquaintance of yours," Harry remarked, dipping his head in a nod. "My second knows you."

"Your second?"

Harry looked Rick over, spared a glance to Daryl and shrugged. "He's second in command. Shane Walsh? I believe you worked with him pre apocalypse and after the first three months."

Rick sucked in a tight breath, tightening his grip on his gun. Lori went pale, her skin losing all color. Carol reached out to entwine her fingers with Lori's and Lori stepped closer to Carol.

"Any orders from him are my words," Harry added, his eyes narrowing. "So if you have issues with him, take them up with me or with him."

"He's alive?" Lori questioned faintly, stepping up to stand next to Rick.

"Yes."

"Where is he? Can we see him?"

Harry raised an eyebrow and took an idle step towards them, his eyes darkening with some emotion that Rick couldn't decipher. Rick blinked as the hair on the back of his neck stood up, as his heart thumped loudly in his chest. Harry smirked at him and then eyed Lori thoughtfully.

"He has his daily work so you can find him later. Or not at all. Depends on him."

"Depends?"

"He may or may not want to see you," Harry offered, turning to look at Rick and then to Daryl. "You lot can have the showers for what's left of the afternoon. You stink."

"Showers?" T-Dog echoed, his voice hoarse and dusty. "Showers? Hell yeah."

"Way behind you, T," Glenn echoed.

"Ben can show you the way," Harry said, gesturing to the man that was walking towards them from one of the cell blocks. "Communal meals are held three times a day and let my doctor know about any medical issues aside from the obvious."

T-Dog, Glenn, Beth, Maggie, Hershel, and Carl all raced up to their guide. Lori stayed and stared at Harry, her eyes narrowed. Carol looked at her and hesitated briefly before following their group.

"What do you mean… he may or may not want to see us?"

"His reasons are his own," Harry said, his lips curling into a grimace. "Though if you hurt him again… You'll answer to me."

"What's Shane to you?" Rick questioned, staring at the man in front of him. "He's… dangerous. I'm warning you-"

Harry stared at him and then a sound left his throat at the words, an almost inhuman growl, before he grinned, heat darkening his eyes. "He just needs a firm hand. That's all."

Rick blinked as a strangled groan left his throat. Lori looked between him and Harry before she paled.