Chapter Summary: Itachi and Harry have an unspoken agreement. Featuring werewolf Harry and wolfed out sex.
AN: This is probably set either during the three years before Shippuden or before even Kakashi takes on Naruto, Sakura and Sasuke. I don't know anything beyond that.
Wolf prowled around the perimeter of his territory, the two grassy hills around his home quiet and still. The birds took flight after his howl, a warning to all who wanted to come closer. He galloped up the hill that was closest to him, scenting the air and stilling for a moment, before running off, down towards his home. The home where the man who shared his body lived on two legs, a small wooden shack, more cabin than anything. Dusk led to more activity, more men and women dying, more blood being spilled.
That scent though… Familiar. Exhaustion. Loneliness. Alert. It made his nose wrinkle the closer the man came to him and Wolf slowed down when his home came into sight, the nearby hot springs trickling through the earth.
The moon was about halfway up in the sky, making its journey, unaware of the violence below it. Wolf had become more than familiar with the society that he had traveled to, one of ninja and not wizards, and had promptly ignored it.
Once he padded through the wards, the hair on the back of his neck standing up as the power curled around him, over him, and watched as the shinobi walked towards his property. Wolf growled low in his throat before panting, baring his teeth in a warning look.
The shinobi stopped, his breathing calm and composed, that black cloak covering his entire body. Black with red clouds covering the material. Wolf sucked in a deep breath, tilting his head a little bit to get more of that particular scent in his nostrils. He wagged his tail slowly, dropping his ears, and watched as the young man, about his own age or a year younger, slipped through the wards like they weren't even there.
Wolf stood several feet behind the ninja and dug his claws into the dirt, staying still as he watched the human. Scenting the air for a brief moment before he charged ahead at a full run before taking a leaping jump off a stump in the grass. The ninja didn't even get a chance to turn around as Wolf leapt right at him, bringing him down to the ground with a loud thump. Putting his paws at the guy's shoulders, covering the shinobi's whole body. Putting just a little of his weight on the guy.
The ninja's breath was pushed right out of him with a gasp and Wolf nosed his snout right into the nape of the man's neck, inhaling that familiar scent. Pushing aside the long dark hair that was pulled back in a tail. If he were a cat, he would be purring right now and the thought made him growl before huffling, licking that line of sweat on the guy's skin.
Itachi Uchiha.
Wolf wouldn't forget this scent in a while, remembering the first time they had come across each other.
Wolf grinned in delight as the guy started to struggle underneath him, writhing only a little bit before collapsing with a loud stuttering sigh. Wolf had been confused the first time Itachi had reacted like this, had gone limp underneath him. The man whom he shared his body with had warned Uchiha off from visiting him while he was on four legs but…
Wolf hadn't been surprised to see the man visit him during a full moon. Itachi smelled bitter, smelled of guilt, of loneliness, and that hadn't changed. He'd smelled that on lone wolves in the other world, before he had accidentally landed here. It always made his nose itch, wrinkle, but the mark he had bitten that first month hadn't disappeared.
Wolf huffed out a deep breath and nosed around Itachi's neck, trying to push that cloak off of the man. Both of his front paws were on the man's back, holding him down, putting only a little bit of his weight down. His hind legs were between the man's legs, his claws digging into the grass beneath them.
Itachi sighed underneath him, his arms spread out on the grass, his hair spread out, the tension in his shoulders loosening until all Wolf could smell was the slight staticky scent of chakra. He could smell the blood flowing through Itachi's body, hear his heartbeat, feel the way his breathing evened out.
A dog barked out a few feet away and Itachi stiffened underneath him, his heart skipping a beat or two.
Wolf huffed out a low growl and pawed at the fabric keeping him from licking more of that skin. The wards would keep out anyone else, had kept out a few of the shinobi from neighboring villages. They had dared to come onto his territory and had very quickly fled afterward.
He nosed and pawed at the cloak for another minute before just slicing through it with his claws, kicking it away and off with his legs. Itachi hissed underneath him but didn't move, too alert to do anything else. The scent of fresh blood filled Wolf's nose and he growled again, lowering more of his weight onto Itachi's back, recognizing the scent of Itachi's Sharingan.
The breathy moan that left Itachi's throat at Wolf's motion made him shiver, made the hair on his back stand up. Wolf peered down at the bare skin that had been revealed and at the mark that he had left just two moons ago. Heat flooded him at the sight and he leaned down to lick at it, smoothing it over with his rough tongue. Goosebumps rolled down the bare skin he could see and Itachi shuddered, twitching beneath him.
Itachi bucked up into him with a cry and Wolf pressed down with his whole body, only leaving a little room for the man to breathe. Arousal filled his nostrils and Wolf whined at the hot scent, tilting his head, his cock hardening, coming out of its sheath. Wolf froze and Itachi continued to move, shivering, trembling below him enough that Wolf pressed a paw down onto the flak jacket that Itachi wore beneath the cloak.
Leaned down to breathe over that soft skin at Itachi's neck, mouthing over it gently.
Inhaled a deeper scent that definitely made him let out a strangled howl. Itachi bucked underneath him, almost like he was trying to get himself off and Wolf growled, hot want shooting right through him, possessive instinct flooding him. He clawed his way through the pants and flak jacket that Itachi wore, ripping them in two and nosing them away.
A brief moment of hesitation echoed in his mind, the human he shared a body with questioning if Itachi really wanted this. Wolf shrugged and whined, licking over Itachi's bare back, putting a gentle mouthing hold on his neck to hold him still.
Itachi groaned loudly, writhing below him, the scent of pre-come spilling out into the yard of Wolf's cabin. And yet Itachi did not say anything. The man below him just continued to stink of arousal and slightly of guilt.
Wolf let out a rumbling noise and padded down to nose around the hot skin, around that hole. Licked around the rim of it, hearing Itachi's heart stutter and jolt and race, the scent of arousal increasing enough that it was all Wolf could smell. The blood lust filled him and he licked into the ring of muscle, scenting pleasure and arousal and nothing else.
Even the guilt and loneliness had disappeared, vanishing under the lust and arousal.
Itachi whined underneath him, arching into him, drenched in hot arousal and came, twitching. His release spilled out onto the ground below them both and Wolf grinned happily, seeing Itachi's fingers dig into the grass out of the corner of his eyes. Itachi's breath caught and stuttered, his hair spread out around him, hiding his face. Wolf could imagine the flush creeping up Itachi's skin and that made him curl his tongue even further into that warm muscle.
Itachi shivered below him and brought one of his arms back behind him, to add to his tongue, and Wolf let him, watching as Itachi twisted around, flexing his arm.
Wolf's own cock was hard and throbbing, hot want filling him up to the brim. Wild urges filled him, wanting to fuck, to claim, to mate flooded through his mind and he watched as Itachi used Wolf's own slobber to open himself up. He waited for a minute, two minutes, and then nosed Itachi's finger out of the way, taking a minute to get into position.
Sliding himself up Itachi's back, putting both front legs onto his back, pushing a breath out of the ninja, and then sliding into him in one fast movement. The human wizard might have had patience but Wolf did not, wanting to fuck the heat out this lone wolf. Now no longer lone wolf, hearing Itachi's punched out cry at being filled.
Wolf licked sweat off of Itachi's back, watching as the man's muscles rippled below him. The skin was hot and the flush that was rippling up it was delectable. Noises spilled out of Itachi's mouth that he couldn't decipher as he writhed below him, moving with him, arching up to meet his cock.
His arse was red and pretty and Wolf loved it, hearing the wizard's agreement in his mind. Wolf thrust all the way in, feeling the man's muscles clench around him, smelling Itachi's arousal start again. Both of their hearts were pounding, their blood racing in their ears. Itachi's body shuddered and shook underneath him, held to Wolf's, as they moved, as Wolf pulled out and fucked in, not even slowing down.
Itachi groaned again, shuddering as the wolf atop him continued to fuck him. All thoughts vanished from his mind; his whole world dwindling to the half wolf, half man that was pinning him down. His body shook and writhed, twitching even as his cock hardened again. He was still lying in his release from his first orgasm, from that shocking first release.
Noises came spilling from his mouth, from his throat, that he didn't even recognize. Everything was distant and everything was good, the wolf's cock hitting his prostate with every thrust. Pleasure and pain shot through him at each movement, little shocks of adrenaline rushing through him.
He remembered the first time he had met Potter Hari, had seen that predatory gaze in the man's bright green eyes. The man had been suspicious of him up until Itachi had said that he didn't know who he was. And Itachi had seen no hint of recognition in the man's eyes either, no sign that Hari knew who Itachi was. No accusations. No judgment in the man's eyes.
The moment that Hari had told him, had warned him off, about being a half wolf, half man beast, a thought had sparked in his mind. Distant and far off, wanting to know if he would be a threat. Pein wanting to know if he would be a threat and then telling Itachi to recruit him.
The wolf growled and fucked in even deeper, harder, drawing a sigh out of Itachi. Nothing else mattered right now but this, feeling the hot breath of the wolf at his neck. The wolf's cock growing within him, thrusting frantically, and then spilling, making Itachi shudder. The wolf's hot seed spilled into him and his cock grew, knotting him for the first time.
Itachi whined and twitched, curling his fingers into the grass harder and deeper. He writhed as the wolf's knot settled inside him, keeping them connected, as the wolf claimed him. Claimed him in a way that was impossible to go back from. Something curled underneath Itachi's ribcage at that thought, the faint thought rippling through his mind. The wolf… Potter Hari didn't care who he was. Didn't care and fucked him anyway.
The man was strong and strong at that to block Itachi's Sharingan. The first time Itachi had tried that, the wizard had just stood there, unflinchingly, unaffected. Just an amused twitch of his lips told Itachi that this man was unusual, nothing he had ever come across. The only person that could have done that was Kakashi or Madara.
The wolf licked around his hole again and rocked against him, sending shocks of pleasure through him, making him come again. Itachi cried out as the wolf reached up and licked over the mark, over his mark, and shivered. The mark that the wolf had left the first time they had ever done this. The first time that the wolf, that Potter Hari had put all of his weight on Itachi, holding him down. Forcing every thought and breath from him.
The mark that Pein couldn't see. That Kisame couldn't see. Though… Kisame had looked at him funny after Itachi had gone back to him, after meeting with the wolf.
After a few minutes, Itachi caught his breath, as the knot deflated, letting the wolf slide out. The wolf's release followed and Itachi lay there, breathlessly, hearing the squelch and wrinkling his nose in disgust.
The wolf lay atop him as he caught his breath and then rolled off slowly.
Night had fallen slowly during their coupling and the dark sky rolled above them, the occasional cloud passing underneath the moon. Bones cracked and reformed next to him as Potter Hari shifted and Changed, as the man called it. Itachi kept an eye out for anything around them, pillowing his head on his arms.
He knew the man beside him was vulnerable during the shift, knew that instinctively. His own neck tingled with sympathy, even against the shallow claw marks on his back.
"Oh, Itachi."
He flipped Hari one of the ANBU signs, knowing the man wouldn't understand it, before yawning and standing up. The man's accent always sent goosebumps up Itachi's skin, something of a quiet growl in them, underneath the words.
"I'm sorry."
"You ripped my clothes."
"You ignored my warning."
Itachi rolled his eyes at Hari's words but kept his face turned, away from the wizard.
"Did it look like I didn't like that?"
Hari snorted in bemusement and finally Itachi swiveled on his feet, wanting to know what expression was on the man's face. He took in the sight of the man, seeing wild black hair that was tousled post Change and that faint scar on his forehead. Seeing those vivid green eyes that seemed to pull him in, like the man had his own ocular jutsu.
"You smell like me now."
"Same time next month I suppose?" Hari questioned, quiet possessiveness in his voice as he bent over to pick up the Akatsuki cloak and the other clothes.
Itachi watched as Hari waved his hand over them, over the material that had rips and tears in it. Cloak, pants and flak jackets all knit themselves back together in seconds as Hari used that strange power of his to mend them.
Itachi took them from Hari's outstretched hand and pulled them on, the years of getting dressed quickly making him unashamed. The wolf's mark throbbed in the crook of his neck and heat sparked in his body, his nerves lighting up.
As soon as the cloak was on, as his hood was over his head and covering most of his face, Itachi walked off. Crows calling out to each other flew from the trees above him and then he vanished.
Harry watched as Itachi disappeared amongst the trees that dotted the hill line to the west before turning and heading over to the hot springs behind his home. Stopping at the sight of the ninja dog and man that stood at the perimeter of his wards. A shock of silver hair and a mask were the two things he saw first, the man's ninja headband covering his left eye. The ninja's right eye, uncovered, was wide, a little wild. The flush creeping over what bare skin Harry could see was… hot.
Harry glanced down at himself idly, having long gotten used to the post Change nakedness, and then glanced back up. Wondering just how much the man had seen.