Wolf's Mate

9. Wolf's Mate

This is one hell of a realistic nightmare, Remus thought, staring at his friend, the man he feared the most and yet at the same time wanted so very badly. Severus forcing me into marrying him and now demanding to be taken is simply and absolutely impossible. "Get out of here," he rasped, his eyes darting between the Potions master's jaw line to the braid of his hair and then his chest, his naked, pale, delicious chest. "I am dreaming this, but I still want you to go."

"Not before the marriage is consummated."

"That is insane!" Remus shouted, although he wasn't known for raising his voice, not even in heated discussions. "You have no idea what you are asking for! You are in danger, you need to go, now, immediately, or I will... I can't..."

Severus reached out and brushed his fingertips across the werewolf's cheek. "You will lose control. I know. I chose tonight deliberately, Lupin. This has to be done, but I knew that even if I was able to talk you into signing the contract, my skills in seducing an unwilling partner are next to zero. You would have declined my request for a sexual act. But tonight, you don't stand a chance, and you know it."

Remus balled his fists. The brief contact had heated his desire more than he would have anticipated even under the worst circumstances. I want him. I need him. He wants it, too – so why not do what he demands? The thoughts rushed through his mind, blinding him, and he growled, deep and longing. "I cannot do that." he whispered hoarsely. "You deserve better than just another rape. I would just... fuck you, Severus. I would use you for my own pleasure, for the wolf's pleasure; I wouldn't give a damn about your wishes or feelings. Not tonight. I don't want to make love, I want to mate. You smell like... like a fleeing deer, like fresh blood, and I want to chase you, devour you. Get out of here, Severus. I beg you – please, please don't let me do that to you!"

But goodness, how marvellous those warm fingertips felt on his cheek! The small hairs in Remus's neck stood up at the tender touch, light as a butterfly's wing. His eyes narrowed, and he moved closer to the silent, dark-haired man who just stood in front of him so invitingly, clearly waiting for his next move. The werewolf heard the rain and the wind howling outside, he felt the thunder and the lightning flashes rattling his very bones. He had been cold and scared only moments ago, but now he was warm, hot even, and he didn't fear the other man's touch anymore. On the contrary – he craved it, and in a swift move, Remus put his own palm over those pale fingers. His other hand sneaked behind Severus's neck, pulled him closer, close enough to breathe in his wonderful fragrance.

Thunder and rain, wind and lightning – nature went wild outside, and just like that the werewolf lost control, and gave in to the wolf's instincts and his need to mate. Rational thought was wiped from his mind; humanity, morals, friendliness and hesitation were gone within the blink of an eye. "You're mine." His voice – the wolf's voice – was deeper, darker, and his hands took what belonged to him. Pushing his friend – Mate! Mine!– towards the couch, he ripped the last button away, then the shirt as well, raking his nails lightly across his mate's chest.

The wolf smelled arousal and pressed the one he wanted down onto cushions and old, softened leather. No resistance, which was good – he wouldn't have cared if his mate was in the mood for coupling or not, but the wolf preferred a willing partner. Naked skin under his fingers; warm breath in his ear. There was fabric still in the way. Unacceptable. More buttons, infuriating buttons, but in the end, the trousers were gone and he could see and smell and taste what was offered to him, what was his anyway. Sweet and musky was the scent, fragile those bones, irresistible the sight of his mate's exposed throat. His teeth found the vein, but he didn't draw blood; he just sucked, pressing his tongue against the pulse whilst his hand found a prominent hipbone, holding the body still underneath him as he pushed his mate's knees apart.

The tantalising smell of fresh sweat tickled the wolf's nose as did the unique fragrance of the man himself. He couldn't put a name to it – a wolf didn't have names for the various scents in his world – but he was drawn to it nevertheless. His need grew stronger and he moved atop his mate, who welcomed him by further opening his long, slender legs.

A forceful push and the wolf's length was surrounded by tight heat. A gasp, a shudder from his mate; then an arm pulled him closer as legs were spread even wider. Thrusting; penetrating. Taking his mate was what the wolf had wanted to do for months; thinking about his denied needs made him move his hips faster and bury himself deeper inside the one who was his. Skin to skin, cheek to cheek; the wolf moved, his mate moved with him and it was as it should be – intense, fast, and wild. Mine, the wolf thought. Mine, mine, mine forever, and he came, howling out his lust and his orgasm and the joy that burned in him at the simple fact that he had found and finally taken the one who completed him.

Warm seed trickled over the cushions when the werewolf slid down his mate's as yet unsatisfied body. He'd been too wild and thus, too fast. His mate was inexperienced, hadn't reached his climax yet and the wolf didn't like that. Slipping his hands underneath the warm body, the wolf pressed his fingertips to the left and right of the spine, feeling the tremble and anticipating his mate's hardness that now slipped between his parted lips. Slightly salty was this taste, as expected, rich and new in its own way. The wolf flicked his tongue; a moan, begging for more, was the result. Adding pressure to the sensitive area at the base of the shaft, massaging the tender flesh of the balls, he nipped and sucked the velvet head for further pleasure. A strangled yelp and his mate's hips bucked; far too soon it was over, far too soon his mate spilled his own seed.

*****

Wind and rain outside; warmth and safety and satisfaction inside. All was well. They were both sated, and the wolf could relax, could lie down, resting his head above his lover's hip. With a smile, he curled one of the damp, black locks around his finger – surely, the groin was the only place where Severus's hair was not straight.

An arm slipped across the werewolf's back, and Remus heard his friend sigh at the kiss he had just then pressed right next to the pale bellybutton. Warm flesh, soft skin – who would have thought that Severus's wiry body could be so welcoming, so intriguingly seductive, so...

What? Remus thought bewildered and at the same moment felt the wolf inside him curl up for a content nap. Confused, Remus lifted his head. The flames of the candles cast golden shadows across the pale man on the couch, the man he was snuggled up to, the man he just had shagged and sucked off afterwards. Outside, the thunderstorm still roared; the rain had turned into hail. Not that much time could have passed since...

"I lost control!" Remus rasped, but he couldn't hear his own words over the noise of the tiny ice chips that threatened to shatter the windows. "I gave in to the wolf and I..." Disbelieving, he watched how his right hand stroked along Severus's flank. In his mouth he could taste his friend's semen, his fingertips remembered the feeling of soft, warm flesh, and in his ears he heard the fast pounding of both their hearts.

Without hesitation, Remus slipped off the couch, landing hard on his knees. Naked as he was, he staggered to his feet and over to his table, where he slumped in to a chair. He clenched his teeth hard enough that it hurt; his eyes burned, his heart raced, and he could barely suppress the urge to destroy the few pieces of furniture in his rooms. I did it again, he though desperately. I raped him. And this time, I didn't even have enough self-control to rein in myself after a few thrusts. I came. I actually enjoyed it enough to fucking come!

The wooden surface of his table was covered with parchment, books, and quills. He didn't care. Remus buried his head in his arms and wished with all his might that this was indeed nothing but a nightmare.

*****

Soft footsteps, barely audible. More light as more candles were lit. The smell of sex hung in the air, and then a hand touched his shoulder. It was unwelcome as much as anticipated, and Remus didn't know if he should shrug it away or clutch it like a lifeline.

"It hurts." Severus's voice, surprisingly tender. Remus hunched his shoulders, tried not to react, but looked up in the end nevertheless. With narrowed eyes and even more dread building up in his chest, he scanned Severus's lean, naked body for bruises he might have caused, scratches, wounds...

There. At the neck was an angry red spot, clearly caused by teeth. "I bit you!"

"A surprisingly strong erotic experience," Severus said, but Remus didn't really hear the words.

"Sweet Merlin, I dug my teeth into you like..." The werewolf gulped heavily. "Like the monster I am. I... I should say I'm sorry, but I can't. That's unforgivable, that's..."

Severus snapped his fingers, conjuring a blanket. Methodically, he put it around the werewolf's shaking shoulders. Strangely enough, his own nakedness didn't seem to bother him. "You ran from me. Again. After you fled from my rooms in the night of the final battle, I thought it was because you despised me. There was disgust in your eyes when you checked if the curse was broken. I never considered the option you could be disgusted at yourself."

Remus opened his mouth to answer. Severus, though, didn't give him a chance to do so. "I've been hated and despised throughout my whole life, Lupin. Naturally, I supposed your disgust was aimed at me. Still, you didn't let me die of Desipentia. You partly broke the curse; doing so nearly broke you. I only understood that when Bella told me about your memories."

"I am sor..."

"No. I don't want your apology. There is no need for it. I came here tonight because a legal binding was the only way to break the curse for good. I did it because it needed to be done and because I wanted to."

"You can't..."

"Come to bed." Severus calmly held out his hand. "You fled from me twice now. It hurts, getting left behind like that, feeling abandoned and neglected. I don't want to feel abandoned; I don't want to sleep alone tonight. Come to bed. Please."

"But..." Remus began. "But I raped you!"

Severus sighed and shook his head. "You didn't. Not the first time and certainly not tonight. A victim of Desipentia craves to be touched, but fights against it at the same time. I wanted you badly, I needed you, and then you used the salve to ease the pain – a brilliant move. You were gentle, caring, and once the madness was gone, I wished you would continue forever."

Wide-eyed, Remus stared at Severus and finally allowed himself to think of that night. He remembered very clearly his own lust; now, he admitted to himself that Severus had indeed responded to his attention, had moaned out his desire and his orgasm. He hadn't imagined it.

Slowly, very slowly, realisation dawned. "You... you enjoyed it?" he asked hoarsely.

"Yes. Both times." There was no terror in the Potions master's face, no hate, and no disgust.

Could it really be that it has been just that: making love? Remus wondered. That there was nothing to regret? Tonight, Severus had welcomed him, had enjoyed the sex as much as he had. Last time, though... "But you... cried, last time," the werewolf whispered. "And I thought I were raping you and still... enjoyed it. I assumed... I thought you cried because of what I had done to you."

His friend laughed dryly. "The love potion you'd taken is one of the strongest draughts known. It affects body as well as mind. You didn't stand a chance against it, as I didn't stand a chance against the curse. You just reacted accordingly. Concerning my reaction... One moment I was mad, the next filled with unexpected, unbeknownst pleasure. After an eternity of painful, burning craziness, I was myself again between two heartbeats. You have no idea how relieved I was only to see you running away from me with horror written all over your face. Believe me, you would have cried as well. Now, will you come to bed voluntarily or do I have to carry you?"

"Whatever you wish," Remus answered and followed his friend into the bedroom. Disbelieving, he watched his friend – mate, his mind whispered – get into his bed. The dark wizard seemed to expect company, so Remus dropped the blanket and slipped between cool sheets. Hesitantly, he moved closer to Severus; slowly, he reached out, wondering if his touch was welcome. One arm went under his friend's head, the other found its way over a narrow hip.

Severus sighed contently.

"Sleep well," the werewolf murmured. "This can be only a dream, you know."

"Don't count on it," his mate replied and snuffed the candle's flame with wordless magic.

*****

Snape woke in the early hours of the morning because the bright light of the moon was shining right into his face. Vaguely he wondered how the moonlight had made it into his dark, strong-walled and windowless dungeons before he became aware he was hearing a heartbeat that wasn't his own. Slow, strong beats next to his ear – his head rested on someone's shoulder, his right knee pressed a pair of legs to the mattress. A mattress too big to be his own. This wasn't his bed, he concluded, nor was this his bedroom.

Lupin, he thought, not entirely awake yet. He's warm; I like warm.

A smile spread over the Potions master's face. Stretching his fingers, he found the curve of an elbow. Following it, finding the pulse in his lover's throat, he was reminded of the last time he had woken up next to the werewolf. Back then, Lupin had been in a healing trance. Now and here, he was merely asleep.

Maybe I should wake him up? The thought was intriguing, and slowly, Snape moved a bit closer to the delicious heat the man radiated. His groin touched skin and with unexpected, nearly shocking strength, desire flared up inside him. His cock hardened faster than he would have thought possible after just a few hours rest, and the most satisfying sex the previous evening.

Those memories did nothing to cool the Potions master's lust. Lupin had turned into someone he hadn't known before – he had been wild and demanding, had taken what he had wanted, had bitten him, penetrated him without so much as asking, all of which had ended in a fabulous orgasm. Naturally, Snape had known something along that line was bound to happen – after all, he had chosen the night deliberately so the werewolf's animalistic nature could take over – but still, he had been slightly uneasy about the prospect of being taken by a wolf in human form.

He needn't have worried, Snape knew that now. Lupin, despite being overtaken by his instincts, had been surprisingly gentle and careful, simply because it was his nature. The bite hadn't been deep enough to draw blood; the strong hands had pressed the Potions master to the cushions, but hadn't imprisoned him. The sexual act in itself... Snape couldn't help but moan at the memory of it, and his length, pressed against his lover's thigh, became harder still. Feeling Lupin move inside him had been overwhelming, an exquisite intrusion combined with the smell of heated skin, the musky scent of his own pre-come, and the expectation of a breathtaking climax.

Impossible not to do it: Snape brushed his lips across Lupin's moon-bathed neck and slipped his hand under the blanket in search for the werewolf's groin. Last night had been marvellous; now he was curious about what else there was to explore.

"What are you doing?" Lupin's voice was sleep-slow but his eyes were open and clear.

"Trying to seduce you," Snape answered and found his lover's cock. Stroking it, he experienced the delightful sensation of feeling it harden under his touch.

The werewolf grinned sleepily. "Didn't we agree on you being a dream?" Slowly, he began to move his hips, thus sliding his member in and out of Snape's fist. "Although... A dream doesn't feel that good, not even in the middle of the night."

"I'm in an experimental mood," Snape murmured. "It is half past four, and I have already advised you not to insist on your dream theory."

"Gods," Lupin breathed, arching his back and grabbing hold of Snape's bum. "Half past four is too early for everything but... Yes!... sleep."

"Yes?" Snape mocked. With his thumb, he brushed along Lupin's length. "I could stop. We could go back to sleep, if you consider the hour inappropriate to satisfy my curiosity."

The werewolf's hand on Snape's bum tightened – an arousing feeling. With his other arm Remus pulled his lover lower, closer to his face. "What are you curious about, Severus?" the werewolf asked hoarsely.

"How it would feel to come inside you." Boldly, Snape pushed the werewolf's legs apart and slipped atop of him in one fast move, carrying his weight on his elbows. "Unless... my attention is unwelcome?"

Lupin hooked one of his legs behind his lover's back. "Never," he whispered, and murmured a Lubrication Spell. "Go on. I beg you. Please, Severus, fuck me!"

"As you wish," Snape replied and did as requested.

A/N: In case you wondered - this is not the end of the story ;-)