Last of the Pack [oneshot]
Title: Last of the Pack
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing Remus/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: attempted non-con, slight dub-con, minimal bloodplay
Word Count: 4030
Summary: Neither Remus nor his wolf is ready to lose the last of his pack.
A/N: Written for hp_creatures Halloween Fest for the following prompt from aikawa_akihiko
Lupin thinks about how his pack has dwindled down to nothing, leaving only harry. He refuses to leave harry alone any longer and takes his place as alpha over him. Chan? dominant/possesive/protective!Remus and confused/submissive/shy!harry. harry is grateful that remus finally shows that someone cares for him.
No chan, or confused/shy!Harry--well, maybe slightly confused!Harry, but only slightly. There's definite submissive!Harry though, and dominant/possessive/protective!Remus:)
Remus watched Harry laughing with a group of men on the other side of the room and tried not to be jealous. He had no right to be. Harry wasn't his no matter how much his wolf kept whispering to him that he ought to be. But he isn't, he would growl right back at it, bristling.
He turned away from Harry and wound his way over to the bar to get a drink. He wasn't one much for alcohol-he lost control of himself involuntarily enough as it was without doing it voluntarily as well-but he reckoned it was supposed to be a celebration, and one drink wouldn't kill him.
Equality for lycanthropes had finally found its way into Ministry policy, thanks to Harry, and there was much merriment to be made. A bite during the Final Battle is what started the whole thing. It seemed that, despite the Wizarding world's general prejudice against lycanthropes, they still weren't willing to treat the Boy-Who-Lived like a pariah-which Remus found astounding given their usual preference for cold-hearted discrimination-and thus machinations towards equal rights began.
Once again Harry had been shoved against his will into the forefront of another major societal movement. It wasn't that he didn't want werewolves to be treated fairly, he'd told Remus. He was just tired of having all that attention on himself. Really, he was just plain tired. The war had only just ended, and he hadn't been allowed to recuperate from that yet, let alone the whole excruciatingly painful, full-body shapeshift into another creature every month thing. He wanted to be left alone.
"At least no one's dying this time," Harry had said wearily. He'd taken his glasses off and rubbed his face as if to wipe away the fatigue.
"I think it's time to call it a night," Remus replied, smiling warmly at his companion. They'd spent all day working on the lycanthrope rights lobby, which really just meant a whole lot of paperwork and an interview or two for Harry.
Harry smiled back at him lazily. "And I've got you this time, too."
He leaned against the bar with his drink and surveyed the rest of the crowd, specifically ignoring Harry and his newfound group of friends. Everyone who had helped in any capacity to get the policies adapted by the Ministry was in attendance at the little office building Harry'd leased for their headquarters. The majority of them were werewolves, but a few regular witches and wizards had lent a hand as well.
He looked down into his tumbler of whiskey and frowned, feeling a bit foolish.
He was proud, without a doubt, of the things they had accomplished together. Something he and a few other werewolves had been striving for, for decades. He was only a little resentful of the fact that it had taken the victimizing of an innocent young man who'd already been dealt a terrible lot in life to get anything done. But despite all that, he was still secretly a bit disappointed. Now that they'd accomplished their goal, there would be no more reason for him to spend as much time with Harry as he had been. It was strange, his attachment to Harry, or maybe not so much strange as unhealthy.
He'd lost everyone he'd ever held dear-James, Sirius, Dora, even Peter. All he had left in the world was Harry. And the thought of losing him petrified him. He wasn't afraid of never seeing him again; they lived together after all. More like he was afraid the glue of their relationship would weaken and they'd drift apart. Live in the same house but hardly ever speak to each other. With this issue resolved, Harry was free to start a career, live his life. He didn't need Remus anymore.
They'd become quite close over the past two and half years of working together. And Remus wasn't prepared to lose that closeness again. And his wolf was even less prepared. His pack was on the edge of nonexistence, Harry the sole survivor. And what's more, he was lycanthrope. He was kin. It made him desired not just by Remus but by his wolf too. Remus spent most of his time ignoring or suppressing his wolf and all the instincts that came with it, but that didn't mean he wasn't aware of them. He knew his wolf wanted to claim Harry, to dominate him, own him, and make him pack officially. But Remus would never do that to Harry. He wouldn't know what it meant, not really.
Harry had asked him about it-probably one of the other werewolves they worked with had mentioned it unknowingly in conversation. And Remus had done his best to explain it to him, but he wasn't sure Harry had really understood. He didn't understand that claiming was for forever. Pack was for life. And if Harry submitted to anyone, he'd be theirs for the rest of his. The young man had no idea what that would mean. He might understand the concept, but he wouldn't be able to wrap his head around the reality. It was too permanent for his young mind.
That didn't seem to stop Remus from wanting it almost as much as his wolf though. The more time they spent together, the more Remus thought about it. When they were alone, working together in the office, quietly chatting or discussing strategies for the cause, he thought about using his teeth to massage out the kinks in Harry's muscles from sitting too long. When Harry came to him for reassurance before he had to give a speech, he thought about helping him practice the speech by having him recite it with Remus's cock in his mouth. When they went home together and shared quiet meals, he thought about bending Harry over the table and having his wicked way with him without a care for the meal spilling all over the floor.
Every waking moment was spent trying to simultaneously get closer to Harry and yet still keep him far enough away that Remus was still in control of his urges.
It wasn't easy, especially when Harry sometimes gave the impression that he wanted Remus to claim him. Like when he hugs Remus goodnight. Or naps with his head in Remus's lap. Or walks around the house all but naked. Or licks the ice cream off a spoon entirely too thoroughly.
Or maybe Remus was just projecting. It was hard to tell, and Remus certainly wasn't going to come right out and ask him. If he said no, things would be awkward between them. And if he said yes, then they'd be even more awkward than if he'd said no.
He sighed and sipped his drink in resignation.
Howling drew Remus's attention back up to the room. The group Harry had been cavorting with before was squalling and laughing in the direction of a corridor that led to an array of small, private offices. Some of them slapped each other on the back and they all raised a toast to something Remus couldn't hear, none of which mattered because Harry was nowhere to be seen. Something in the pit of his stomach clenched with dread. Where was he?
Maybe he just moved on to mingle with someone else? A quick scan of the room debunked that theory. He's probably just in the bathroom, he reasoned. Moving swiftly, his barely touched drink left on the bar, Remus made his way to the restrooms and searched them hurriedly. No Harry. Somehow he'd known he wouldn't be there. He recognized the growing sense of foreboding in his gut as his wolf's instinct. The same instinct that was shrieking at him to investigate whatever those other werewolves had been howling about. He thought he knew what it was, and was even more certain it had to do with Harry.
He raced towards the corridor he'd seen the others howling down. One man from the group tried to stop him, taking his arm and attempting to envelope him in their pack, but a quick hex to the gut set him right and Remus was all but sprinting down the hallway.
He heard movement from an office on his left and he slowed to peek through the little window on the door. What he saw made every muscle in his body clench with anger.
Harry, naked from the waist down, was slumped over the surface of the large empty desk in the unused office, a man whose name Remus couldn't remember in his fury plastered to his back, biting his neck. Made compliant by the teeth in his neck, Harry's face and body were mostly slack, but Remus could see the fear in his heavy-lidded eyes.
A low growl poured from Remus. He's hurting Harry. He's hurting our Harry. He's taking our packmate, his wolf snarled in his head. He was rapidly losing control of it.
The man pulled back a bit, never letting go of Harry's neck with his teeth, and reached down between his own legs to grab hold of his cock and line it up with Harry.
Any shred of control Remus had been clutching at disintegrated when he saw that and he charged into the room with a burst of wild, wandless magic. His wolf coursed through him as an insidious wave of heat spreading from his chest outwards. All rational thought left him, replaced by the base, instinctual drives of a wild animal.
Rage radiated from him as he stalked towards the man on top of Harry.
Startled, the man had let go of Harry's neck when Remus crashed through the door, and now he was standing, letting go of Harry to face Remus fully with a menacing snarl of his own on his face.
Remus was not impressed, and he didn't slow down his approach.
Harry might have said something, but Remus didn't hear him. He and the other man fell to the floor together, tangled in a mass of teeth, claws, and blind fury. The other man had a stone or two on Remus, but his clothes were also loosened and open, disallowing for any defense they might have afforded otherwise. Remus took full advantage of this, attacking any bare flesh he could reach.
Somehow, Remus got a hold of his neck-at a strange angle not quite behind him, but not in front either-but his neck all the same and the man went limp, defeated. Remus continued to snarl and pull at the flesh in his mouth, still running on instinct, until the man started to whimper and whine pitifully in submission. He didn't care. He had harmed his packmate; he was going to rip his throat out.
"Remus, please…stop."
At the sound of his voice, Remus's gaze snapped to Harry. He was standing with his back pressed against the wall opposite the door. He'd hastily adorned his outer robes while they'd been fighting, and was now clutching them tightly around himself. Remus sobered slightly at the alarm on the young man's face. He didn't want to frighten his pup.
Still growling, Remus considered the man's fate without ever loosening his grip on him. He wanted to kill him. He really wanted to kill him. For what he'd done to Harry. For what he would have done to Harry, if Remus hadn't intervened. The thought of it rekindled his rage and he bit down harder, tearing another whine from the man.
"Remus," Harry whispered, gaining his attention again.
The imploring look Harry gave him was his undoing. He had a terrible desire to kill the man, but he'd spare him if that's what his pup wanted. Unless he attacked again. Then he would die regardless. He wouldn't suffer a threat to his pack to live.
Reluctantly, he released the man's neck, but held off from moving away. If he attacked again, Remus wanted to have a clear path to his jugular. When the man made no move to retaliate, he pulled away slowly, his eyes never leaving the other lycanthrope. Once he'd backed up enough, the other man got up just as slowly, turned, and slunk out of the room. The tension in his body dissipated slightly when he lost sight of the man.
"Thank you."
Remus turned towards Harry's voice, once again at full attention. His wolf had relaxed a bit in the aftermath of the tussle, but now that it was reminded of Harry's presence, it was keen to check him over for any injuries-and then, of course, to revel in the spoils of victory.
Harry still stood against the wall, but his anxiety had eased and he wasn't clinging to himself anymore, which allowed his robes to loosen around him enough for Remus to see he hadn't replaced his pants or trousers yet. Heat filled Remus at the realization. He moved towards him without thinking.
Harry had been scrubbing his face as if to wipe away the trauma of the last few minutes, but stopped when he noticed Remus approaching. He looked Remus full in the face and let him close in without a hint of fear or apprehension. Even when Remus pressed him up against the wall, trapping him, he didn't move to protest. He wrapped his arms around his shoulders and let himself be manhandled as if he'd expected it-maybe he had. He whispered Remus's name again and relaxed into him, sighing contentedly.
Pleased with his reaction, Remus buried his face in his neck and took a deep breath, expecting to get a breath full of Harry but instead caught a lungful of the other man on his skin. He huffed and moved to smell him elsewhere, but the man's scent was all over him. His wolf bristled beneath his skin.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, starting to squirm in Remus's tightening grip.
Remus didn't answer. He wasn't sure he was capable of speaking just yet. His wolf was still too close to the surface. Instead, he ripped Harry's robes open, tearing them off his body. They reeked of the other man. He couldn't stand it. The more he smelled it, the angrier he got. He had to get rid of it.
Harry gasped at Remus's gruffness, discomfited. "What are you doing?" he said, putting a hand on Remus's chest as if to push him away. He didn't, though. He trusted Remus, so he let him disrobe him without further complaint.
Once he had Harry completely nude, he dove into his neck again and breathed. Harry's hands were immediately in his hair, massaging his head and holding him close. Remus approved of the submissive action, but still growled at the lingering scent he found anyway. It had to be erased, and there was only one way he knew how-he'd replace it with his own.
He pulled Harry away from the wall and practically threw him to the ground in his impatience to eradicate the other man's presence from Harry's body.
"Merlin, Remus, warn a bloke, would you?" Harry said with a yelp when his back hit the thinly carpeted floor. Despite the complaint, he opened his legs willingly for Remus when he'd descended on him, his hands carding through Remus's hair again.
Remus wasn't listening though, too busy sucking and biting at every inch of available skin starting from Harry's neck. His hands wandered aimlessly up and down his sides, digging into flesh when he caught a particularly strong whiff of the other man's scent. He'd let go again when Harry whined and wriggled in discomfort.
He stopped his downward track when he reached Harry's navel, not because he was finished, but because he liked the desperate keening sound his pup made when he dipped his tongue into the shallow hole, and the way his knees came up higher when he nipped at it. He wasn't in a good position to get any flesh properly in his teeth, so he moved to the side to bite the jut of his hip instead, earning himself a sharp tug on his hair and an upward cant of Harry's hips. The approving growl that spilled from him was nearly a purr.
The scent of Harry's arousal had far outweighed the other man's scent by then and Remus forgot about it quickly enough. He was now more focused on claiming his prize.
He pulled back and raked his eyes down Harry's flushed body, lingering on the way his chest heaved with his panting and his dark belly hair led down to his hard cock. He and his wolf thrummed with pleasure at the sight of it-thick, red, and dripping with precum as it was. It reassured Remus somehow without him having known he'd needed reassurance in the first place. Harry wanted him. Not like the other man. Harry wanted this. Remus didn't have to force him like the other man had. He hadn't bitten Harry's neck to make him comply. He didn't need to. Harry wasn't rejecting his claiming, but rather embracing it. Remus might question it later, but right now, it was more than enough.
He wants it. Give it to him. He wants it, his wolf howled in his head, and he was in no position to argue with it. He didn't even want to.
Harry reached out to him, saying his name in a breathless way that made his cock twitch with interest. He went to him, letting Harry cup his face with his hands and bring him down for a kiss. The taste of his mouth burst on Remus's tongue and any misgivings he might have had rapidly disappeared.
He took over the kiss, plunging into Harry's mouth, swallowing his moans, and biting at his lips almost viciously.
Harry was his, he thought possessively as he nipped down his jaw to his neck. And he would make sure Harry, and everyone else, knew it.
His teeth sank into the soft flesh of Harry's neck. The younger man tensed and cried out in pain before slumping into a boneless heap beneath Remus. He would still feel the pain, Remus knew, but an alpha's bite was cathartic enough that it wouldn't disturb him.
Remus only let go when he tasted blood in his mouth. It excited him more than he cared to admit. He would've loved to further lave the wound with his tongue, but his excitement made him urgent. Harry was marked; now he needed to be properly claimed, so no one else could take advantage of him like that man again.
Harry moaned when Remus pulled back to wrestle his robes off. He wasn't sure if the sound was in protest of Remus moving away, or in anticipation for what would happen next. The uncertainty was resolved when Harry shifted around onto his front, rising up on his knees to present his backside to Remus, who was having an increasingly difficult time remembering how the buttons on his trousers worked. And the longer it took him, the more severe his urgency became.
Harry was pressing his wand to his entrance and whispering a spell. Remus knew it for the preparation spell it was when he saw the ring of muscle flutter and leak a clear, viscous fluid over the tip of Harry's wand.
Remus lost all patience with his worthless, inconvenient, ridiculous clothes and simply ripped his trousers open. What else could he do in the face of that?
Almost as soon as his cock sprung free of his clothes he was pushing into Harry, gripping his hips and sinking with a growl on his lips. He paused for only a brief moment when he was fully seated to think, mine, before his primal instinct took over and he was thrusting savagely in to Harry, loving the way he whimpered like a puppy with every slap of flesh on flesh.
Harry scrabbled at the floor, dragging his blunt nails across the carpet in a desperate effort to find something to hold onto. Finding nothing, he gave up and pressed his palms flat to the floor to push back against Remus, eliciting a commending snarl and a sharper snapping of hips from him.
His fingers were digging into Harry's hips. Blood was welling beneath his nails. He should care. He should probably let go. He really ought not to hurt his pup, but pain seemed to be far from Harry's mind, as far as Remus could tell, and he'd long since lost control of himself.
Pleasure was coiling inside him, his balls tightening he was so close. Nothing in the world could have made him slow down, let along stop his brutal rutting. Not even the feel of Harry's release, squeezing painfully delicious around him. All he could do was throw his head back and howl with wild abandon while he continued his onslaught, ultimately spilling himself in his newly claimed packmate.
He molded himself to Harry's back before collapsing to the side, bringing Harry with him to spoon while they recovered their breathing. He could feel Harry's heart pounding in his chest and he rubbed his palm over it in a soothing motion as he simultaneously nuzzled behind his ear. The other man's scent was completely gone, leaving only his and Harry's in its place. He smiled at the thought and hugged Harry closer.
They were quiet for some time, during which Remus's wolf receded somewhat, satisfied.
Harry stretched languidly in his arms, humming blissfully, and then turned to face Remus without ever moving away. He smiled at him-smirked, really-like the cat that got the cream, and ran his hand up Remus's chest, slipping his fingers through the scraggly hair.
"You claimed me," he said, his fingers tracing a nipple nonchalantly.
Remus hummed his acknowledgement, not sure what to say. He knew he should probably say something, but he had no idea what. Hoping something would come to him spontaneously, he took a deep breath and began with, "Harry, I-" but a sharp pinch to his nipple silenced him.
"Don't you dare apologize," Harry said, frowning at him. Although he was trying to seem tough, Remus could see the uncertainty in his eye.
There was no need for it.
Remus shoved Harry onto his back with a snarl and held down his wrists on either side of his head.
Harry immediately submitted, baring his neck to Remus, and emitted a soft whine in apology and plea.
Placated, Remus sniffed the mark he'd left on Harry's neck. He gave it a cursory lick and, liking the taste, mouthed at it, sucking softly. He stopped when Harry's breathing started to pick up and his hands flexed restlessly in Remus's grip.
"I was only going to apologize for not doing it sooner," Remus whispered in his ear before pulling back to let Harry collect himself.
But Harry grabbed him by the scruff and yanked him back down into a fierce kiss that startled him at first. He melted into it after the initial shocked passed, however, and laved affection into the younger man's mouth in an effort to further destroy any lingering uncertainty he may yet have carried.
Harry let him go with a sigh and searched his face for a moment. "You're not going to regret this later?"
It was Remus's turn to sigh. "I don't deserve you," he said quietly, and Harry opened his mouth to argue, but a hard look from Remus silenced him. "I really don't," he continued. "You've been through so much, and done so much. You deserve better than some scruffy old werewolf like me." He paused to smooth the frown wrinkling Harry's brow with a thumb and a soft smile. "But I want you. And so long as you'll have me, you've got me."
Harry leaned up to kiss him then, coaxing Remus down with a tug on his bottom lip. Remus didn't try to resist him and simply allowed himself to relax into it and savor the moment.
Later, he would worry about how they were going to dress and get home when their clothes had been ripped to shreds. Later, he would agonize over the inappropriateness of their relationship and it's future. And much, much later, he would worry about the ramifications of it from the general public. But right now, with Harry's fingers in his hair and his legs cradling Remus's hips, he let himself enjoy having Harry-the last of his pack-all to himself.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing Remus/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: attempted non-con, slight dub-con, minimal bloodplay
Word Count: 4030
Summary: Neither Remus nor his wolf is ready to lose the last of his pack.
A/N: Written for hp_creatures Halloween Fest for the following prompt from aikawa_akihiko
Lupin thinks about how his pack has dwindled down to nothing, leaving only harry. He refuses to leave harry alone any longer and takes his place as alpha over him. Chan? dominant/possesive/protective!Remus and confused/submissive/shy!harry. harry is grateful that remus finally shows that someone cares for him.
No chan, or confused/shy!Harry--well, maybe slightly confused!Harry, but only slightly. There's definite submissive!Harry though, and dominant/possessive/protective!Remus:)
Remus watched Harry laughing with a group of men on the other side of the room and tried not to be jealous. He had no right to be. Harry wasn't his no matter how much his wolf kept whispering to him that he ought to be. But he isn't, he would growl right back at it, bristling.
He turned away from Harry and wound his way over to the bar to get a drink. He wasn't one much for alcohol-he lost control of himself involuntarily enough as it was without doing it voluntarily as well-but he reckoned it was supposed to be a celebration, and one drink wouldn't kill him.
Equality for lycanthropes had finally found its way into Ministry policy, thanks to Harry, and there was much merriment to be made. A bite during the Final Battle is what started the whole thing. It seemed that, despite the Wizarding world's general prejudice against lycanthropes, they still weren't willing to treat the Boy-Who-Lived like a pariah-which Remus found astounding given their usual preference for cold-hearted discrimination-and thus machinations towards equal rights began.
Once again Harry had been shoved against his will into the forefront of another major societal movement. It wasn't that he didn't want werewolves to be treated fairly, he'd told Remus. He was just tired of having all that attention on himself. Really, he was just plain tired. The war had only just ended, and he hadn't been allowed to recuperate from that yet, let alone the whole excruciatingly painful, full-body shapeshift into another creature every month thing. He wanted to be left alone.
"At least no one's dying this time," Harry had said wearily. He'd taken his glasses off and rubbed his face as if to wipe away the fatigue.
"I think it's time to call it a night," Remus replied, smiling warmly at his companion. They'd spent all day working on the lycanthrope rights lobby, which really just meant a whole lot of paperwork and an interview or two for Harry.
Harry smiled back at him lazily. "And I've got you this time, too."
He leaned against the bar with his drink and surveyed the rest of the crowd, specifically ignoring Harry and his newfound group of friends. Everyone who had helped in any capacity to get the policies adapted by the Ministry was in attendance at the little office building Harry'd leased for their headquarters. The majority of them were werewolves, but a few regular witches and wizards had lent a hand as well.
He looked down into his tumbler of whiskey and frowned, feeling a bit foolish.
He was proud, without a doubt, of the things they had accomplished together. Something he and a few other werewolves had been striving for, for decades. He was only a little resentful of the fact that it had taken the victimizing of an innocent young man who'd already been dealt a terrible lot in life to get anything done. But despite all that, he was still secretly a bit disappointed. Now that they'd accomplished their goal, there would be no more reason for him to spend as much time with Harry as he had been. It was strange, his attachment to Harry, or maybe not so much strange as unhealthy.
He'd lost everyone he'd ever held dear-James, Sirius, Dora, even Peter. All he had left in the world was Harry. And the thought of losing him petrified him. He wasn't afraid of never seeing him again; they lived together after all. More like he was afraid the glue of their relationship would weaken and they'd drift apart. Live in the same house but hardly ever speak to each other. With this issue resolved, Harry was free to start a career, live his life. He didn't need Remus anymore.
They'd become quite close over the past two and half years of working together. And Remus wasn't prepared to lose that closeness again. And his wolf was even less prepared. His pack was on the edge of nonexistence, Harry the sole survivor. And what's more, he was lycanthrope. He was kin. It made him desired not just by Remus but by his wolf too. Remus spent most of his time ignoring or suppressing his wolf and all the instincts that came with it, but that didn't mean he wasn't aware of them. He knew his wolf wanted to claim Harry, to dominate him, own him, and make him pack officially. But Remus would never do that to Harry. He wouldn't know what it meant, not really.
Harry had asked him about it-probably one of the other werewolves they worked with had mentioned it unknowingly in conversation. And Remus had done his best to explain it to him, but he wasn't sure Harry had really understood. He didn't understand that claiming was for forever. Pack was for life. And if Harry submitted to anyone, he'd be theirs for the rest of his. The young man had no idea what that would mean. He might understand the concept, but he wouldn't be able to wrap his head around the reality. It was too permanent for his young mind.
That didn't seem to stop Remus from wanting it almost as much as his wolf though. The more time they spent together, the more Remus thought about it. When they were alone, working together in the office, quietly chatting or discussing strategies for the cause, he thought about using his teeth to massage out the kinks in Harry's muscles from sitting too long. When Harry came to him for reassurance before he had to give a speech, he thought about helping him practice the speech by having him recite it with Remus's cock in his mouth. When they went home together and shared quiet meals, he thought about bending Harry over the table and having his wicked way with him without a care for the meal spilling all over the floor.
Every waking moment was spent trying to simultaneously get closer to Harry and yet still keep him far enough away that Remus was still in control of his urges.
It wasn't easy, especially when Harry sometimes gave the impression that he wanted Remus to claim him. Like when he hugs Remus goodnight. Or naps with his head in Remus's lap. Or walks around the house all but naked. Or licks the ice cream off a spoon entirely too thoroughly.
Or maybe Remus was just projecting. It was hard to tell, and Remus certainly wasn't going to come right out and ask him. If he said no, things would be awkward between them. And if he said yes, then they'd be even more awkward than if he'd said no.
He sighed and sipped his drink in resignation.
Howling drew Remus's attention back up to the room. The group Harry had been cavorting with before was squalling and laughing in the direction of a corridor that led to an array of small, private offices. Some of them slapped each other on the back and they all raised a toast to something Remus couldn't hear, none of which mattered because Harry was nowhere to be seen. Something in the pit of his stomach clenched with dread. Where was he?
Maybe he just moved on to mingle with someone else? A quick scan of the room debunked that theory. He's probably just in the bathroom, he reasoned. Moving swiftly, his barely touched drink left on the bar, Remus made his way to the restrooms and searched them hurriedly. No Harry. Somehow he'd known he wouldn't be there. He recognized the growing sense of foreboding in his gut as his wolf's instinct. The same instinct that was shrieking at him to investigate whatever those other werewolves had been howling about. He thought he knew what it was, and was even more certain it had to do with Harry.
He raced towards the corridor he'd seen the others howling down. One man from the group tried to stop him, taking his arm and attempting to envelope him in their pack, but a quick hex to the gut set him right and Remus was all but sprinting down the hallway.
He heard movement from an office on his left and he slowed to peek through the little window on the door. What he saw made every muscle in his body clench with anger.
Harry, naked from the waist down, was slumped over the surface of the large empty desk in the unused office, a man whose name Remus couldn't remember in his fury plastered to his back, biting his neck. Made compliant by the teeth in his neck, Harry's face and body were mostly slack, but Remus could see the fear in his heavy-lidded eyes.
A low growl poured from Remus. He's hurting Harry. He's hurting our Harry. He's taking our packmate, his wolf snarled in his head. He was rapidly losing control of it.
The man pulled back a bit, never letting go of Harry's neck with his teeth, and reached down between his own legs to grab hold of his cock and line it up with Harry.
Any shred of control Remus had been clutching at disintegrated when he saw that and he charged into the room with a burst of wild, wandless magic. His wolf coursed through him as an insidious wave of heat spreading from his chest outwards. All rational thought left him, replaced by the base, instinctual drives of a wild animal.
Rage radiated from him as he stalked towards the man on top of Harry.
Startled, the man had let go of Harry's neck when Remus crashed through the door, and now he was standing, letting go of Harry to face Remus fully with a menacing snarl of his own on his face.
Remus was not impressed, and he didn't slow down his approach.
Harry might have said something, but Remus didn't hear him. He and the other man fell to the floor together, tangled in a mass of teeth, claws, and blind fury. The other man had a stone or two on Remus, but his clothes were also loosened and open, disallowing for any defense they might have afforded otherwise. Remus took full advantage of this, attacking any bare flesh he could reach.
Somehow, Remus got a hold of his neck-at a strange angle not quite behind him, but not in front either-but his neck all the same and the man went limp, defeated. Remus continued to snarl and pull at the flesh in his mouth, still running on instinct, until the man started to whimper and whine pitifully in submission. He didn't care. He had harmed his packmate; he was going to rip his throat out.
"Remus, please…stop."
At the sound of his voice, Remus's gaze snapped to Harry. He was standing with his back pressed against the wall opposite the door. He'd hastily adorned his outer robes while they'd been fighting, and was now clutching them tightly around himself. Remus sobered slightly at the alarm on the young man's face. He didn't want to frighten his pup.
Still growling, Remus considered the man's fate without ever loosening his grip on him. He wanted to kill him. He really wanted to kill him. For what he'd done to Harry. For what he would have done to Harry, if Remus hadn't intervened. The thought of it rekindled his rage and he bit down harder, tearing another whine from the man.
"Remus," Harry whispered, gaining his attention again.
The imploring look Harry gave him was his undoing. He had a terrible desire to kill the man, but he'd spare him if that's what his pup wanted. Unless he attacked again. Then he would die regardless. He wouldn't suffer a threat to his pack to live.
Reluctantly, he released the man's neck, but held off from moving away. If he attacked again, Remus wanted to have a clear path to his jugular. When the man made no move to retaliate, he pulled away slowly, his eyes never leaving the other lycanthrope. Once he'd backed up enough, the other man got up just as slowly, turned, and slunk out of the room. The tension in his body dissipated slightly when he lost sight of the man.
"Thank you."
Remus turned towards Harry's voice, once again at full attention. His wolf had relaxed a bit in the aftermath of the tussle, but now that it was reminded of Harry's presence, it was keen to check him over for any injuries-and then, of course, to revel in the spoils of victory.
Harry still stood against the wall, but his anxiety had eased and he wasn't clinging to himself anymore, which allowed his robes to loosen around him enough for Remus to see he hadn't replaced his pants or trousers yet. Heat filled Remus at the realization. He moved towards him without thinking.
Harry had been scrubbing his face as if to wipe away the trauma of the last few minutes, but stopped when he noticed Remus approaching. He looked Remus full in the face and let him close in without a hint of fear or apprehension. Even when Remus pressed him up against the wall, trapping him, he didn't move to protest. He wrapped his arms around his shoulders and let himself be manhandled as if he'd expected it-maybe he had. He whispered Remus's name again and relaxed into him, sighing contentedly.
Pleased with his reaction, Remus buried his face in his neck and took a deep breath, expecting to get a breath full of Harry but instead caught a lungful of the other man on his skin. He huffed and moved to smell him elsewhere, but the man's scent was all over him. His wolf bristled beneath his skin.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, starting to squirm in Remus's tightening grip.
Remus didn't answer. He wasn't sure he was capable of speaking just yet. His wolf was still too close to the surface. Instead, he ripped Harry's robes open, tearing them off his body. They reeked of the other man. He couldn't stand it. The more he smelled it, the angrier he got. He had to get rid of it.
Harry gasped at Remus's gruffness, discomfited. "What are you doing?" he said, putting a hand on Remus's chest as if to push him away. He didn't, though. He trusted Remus, so he let him disrobe him without further complaint.
Once he had Harry completely nude, he dove into his neck again and breathed. Harry's hands were immediately in his hair, massaging his head and holding him close. Remus approved of the submissive action, but still growled at the lingering scent he found anyway. It had to be erased, and there was only one way he knew how-he'd replace it with his own.
He pulled Harry away from the wall and practically threw him to the ground in his impatience to eradicate the other man's presence from Harry's body.
"Merlin, Remus, warn a bloke, would you?" Harry said with a yelp when his back hit the thinly carpeted floor. Despite the complaint, he opened his legs willingly for Remus when he'd descended on him, his hands carding through Remus's hair again.
Remus wasn't listening though, too busy sucking and biting at every inch of available skin starting from Harry's neck. His hands wandered aimlessly up and down his sides, digging into flesh when he caught a particularly strong whiff of the other man's scent. He'd let go again when Harry whined and wriggled in discomfort.
He stopped his downward track when he reached Harry's navel, not because he was finished, but because he liked the desperate keening sound his pup made when he dipped his tongue into the shallow hole, and the way his knees came up higher when he nipped at it. He wasn't in a good position to get any flesh properly in his teeth, so he moved to the side to bite the jut of his hip instead, earning himself a sharp tug on his hair and an upward cant of Harry's hips. The approving growl that spilled from him was nearly a purr.
The scent of Harry's arousal had far outweighed the other man's scent by then and Remus forgot about it quickly enough. He was now more focused on claiming his prize.
He pulled back and raked his eyes down Harry's flushed body, lingering on the way his chest heaved with his panting and his dark belly hair led down to his hard cock. He and his wolf thrummed with pleasure at the sight of it-thick, red, and dripping with precum as it was. It reassured Remus somehow without him having known he'd needed reassurance in the first place. Harry wanted him. Not like the other man. Harry wanted this. Remus didn't have to force him like the other man had. He hadn't bitten Harry's neck to make him comply. He didn't need to. Harry wasn't rejecting his claiming, but rather embracing it. Remus might question it later, but right now, it was more than enough.
He wants it. Give it to him. He wants it, his wolf howled in his head, and he was in no position to argue with it. He didn't even want to.
Harry reached out to him, saying his name in a breathless way that made his cock twitch with interest. He went to him, letting Harry cup his face with his hands and bring him down for a kiss. The taste of his mouth burst on Remus's tongue and any misgivings he might have had rapidly disappeared.
He took over the kiss, plunging into Harry's mouth, swallowing his moans, and biting at his lips almost viciously.
Harry was his, he thought possessively as he nipped down his jaw to his neck. And he would make sure Harry, and everyone else, knew it.
His teeth sank into the soft flesh of Harry's neck. The younger man tensed and cried out in pain before slumping into a boneless heap beneath Remus. He would still feel the pain, Remus knew, but an alpha's bite was cathartic enough that it wouldn't disturb him.
Remus only let go when he tasted blood in his mouth. It excited him more than he cared to admit. He would've loved to further lave the wound with his tongue, but his excitement made him urgent. Harry was marked; now he needed to be properly claimed, so no one else could take advantage of him like that man again.
Harry moaned when Remus pulled back to wrestle his robes off. He wasn't sure if the sound was in protest of Remus moving away, or in anticipation for what would happen next. The uncertainty was resolved when Harry shifted around onto his front, rising up on his knees to present his backside to Remus, who was having an increasingly difficult time remembering how the buttons on his trousers worked. And the longer it took him, the more severe his urgency became.
Harry was pressing his wand to his entrance and whispering a spell. Remus knew it for the preparation spell it was when he saw the ring of muscle flutter and leak a clear, viscous fluid over the tip of Harry's wand.
Remus lost all patience with his worthless, inconvenient, ridiculous clothes and simply ripped his trousers open. What else could he do in the face of that?
Almost as soon as his cock sprung free of his clothes he was pushing into Harry, gripping his hips and sinking with a growl on his lips. He paused for only a brief moment when he was fully seated to think, mine, before his primal instinct took over and he was thrusting savagely in to Harry, loving the way he whimpered like a puppy with every slap of flesh on flesh.
Harry scrabbled at the floor, dragging his blunt nails across the carpet in a desperate effort to find something to hold onto. Finding nothing, he gave up and pressed his palms flat to the floor to push back against Remus, eliciting a commending snarl and a sharper snapping of hips from him.
His fingers were digging into Harry's hips. Blood was welling beneath his nails. He should care. He should probably let go. He really ought not to hurt his pup, but pain seemed to be far from Harry's mind, as far as Remus could tell, and he'd long since lost control of himself.
Pleasure was coiling inside him, his balls tightening he was so close. Nothing in the world could have made him slow down, let along stop his brutal rutting. Not even the feel of Harry's release, squeezing painfully delicious around him. All he could do was throw his head back and howl with wild abandon while he continued his onslaught, ultimately spilling himself in his newly claimed packmate.
He molded himself to Harry's back before collapsing to the side, bringing Harry with him to spoon while they recovered their breathing. He could feel Harry's heart pounding in his chest and he rubbed his palm over it in a soothing motion as he simultaneously nuzzled behind his ear. The other man's scent was completely gone, leaving only his and Harry's in its place. He smiled at the thought and hugged Harry closer.
They were quiet for some time, during which Remus's wolf receded somewhat, satisfied.
Harry stretched languidly in his arms, humming blissfully, and then turned to face Remus without ever moving away. He smiled at him-smirked, really-like the cat that got the cream, and ran his hand up Remus's chest, slipping his fingers through the scraggly hair.
"You claimed me," he said, his fingers tracing a nipple nonchalantly.
Remus hummed his acknowledgement, not sure what to say. He knew he should probably say something, but he had no idea what. Hoping something would come to him spontaneously, he took a deep breath and began with, "Harry, I-" but a sharp pinch to his nipple silenced him.
"Don't you dare apologize," Harry said, frowning at him. Although he was trying to seem tough, Remus could see the uncertainty in his eye.
There was no need for it.
Remus shoved Harry onto his back with a snarl and held down his wrists on either side of his head.
Harry immediately submitted, baring his neck to Remus, and emitted a soft whine in apology and plea.
Placated, Remus sniffed the mark he'd left on Harry's neck. He gave it a cursory lick and, liking the taste, mouthed at it, sucking softly. He stopped when Harry's breathing started to pick up and his hands flexed restlessly in Remus's grip.
"I was only going to apologize for not doing it sooner," Remus whispered in his ear before pulling back to let Harry collect himself.
But Harry grabbed him by the scruff and yanked him back down into a fierce kiss that startled him at first. He melted into it after the initial shocked passed, however, and laved affection into the younger man's mouth in an effort to further destroy any lingering uncertainty he may yet have carried.
Harry let him go with a sigh and searched his face for a moment. "You're not going to regret this later?"
It was Remus's turn to sigh. "I don't deserve you," he said quietly, and Harry opened his mouth to argue, but a hard look from Remus silenced him. "I really don't," he continued. "You've been through so much, and done so much. You deserve better than some scruffy old werewolf like me." He paused to smooth the frown wrinkling Harry's brow with a thumb and a soft smile. "But I want you. And so long as you'll have me, you've got me."
Harry leaned up to kiss him then, coaxing Remus down with a tug on his bottom lip. Remus didn't try to resist him and simply allowed himself to relax into it and savor the moment.
Later, he would worry about how they were going to dress and get home when their clothes had been ripped to shreds. Later, he would agonize over the inappropriateness of their relationship and it's future. And much, much later, he would worry about the ramifications of it from the general public. But right now, with Harry's fingers in his hair and his legs cradling Remus's hips, he let himself enjoy having Harry-the last of his pack-all to himself.