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Fic: ~Alpha Wolf~ NC-17
Title: Alpha Wolf
Chapter 2, Beta
Author: smoke
Pairing: Remus Lupin/ Bill Weasley
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Remus feels the new werewolf in town is threatening his authority. He decides to teach the challenger a lesson.
~~Beta~~
By the time Bill thought to draw his wand, Remus had Apparated out of the alley.
“Shit!” Bill closed his eyes, sliding down the wall to rest on his heels.
What the fuck was that all about? He wiped the back of his trembling hand over his mouth and stared at the blood that was smeared there, then swiped his tongue over his swollen lip and found where the skin had been nicked during that brutal kiss.
That kiss.
Bill shook his head.
Arsehole, prick, cocksucker. Bill slammed his fist back into the wall and winced. He thought Remus was his friend. The hours the man had spent at his bedside, talking, explaining, supporting, comforting him, for god’s sake. Helping him heal in mind and body. For what? For this? To treat him like a... like a.... Why?
Bill’s looked at his hands and grimaced. Some of the nails were torn and bleeding, the knuckles were scuffed and tattered, and dirt was imbedded in the skin where he had torn at the wall while Remus had.... Bill had to swallow hard against the rising bile in his throat.
Bastard.
He pointed his wand at the back of his hand, then hesitated. He’d have to clean up before he cast a healing charm. It wouldn’t do to trap the dirt inside where it could fester.
Bill stood and looked down at his clothes. There was dirt just about everywhere, and a few smears of blood as well. He shifted his shoulders and found his shirt was stuck to his back. His frown turned to a look of disgust when he remembered Remus wiping the come off his hand. His come, that Remus had wrung from him against his will, in violation of his being while he had... while he had....
Bill’s face seared with shame. Remus has used him like a cheap whore. And he... he had begged for it, for god’s sake. Why? Why had Remus done this to him?
You challenged him.
That voice in the back of his mind, the one that all too often sounded like his mother, whispered softly.
I didn’t! Not really. I... I... Bill closed his eyes for a moment. Yes, he had. He could pretend he didn’t know what he was doing; he could say, truthfully, that he didn’t know the rules, but he knew his long, appraising looks and his stares of assessment were exactly what Remus had said they were: his challenge to the Alpha male. He had wanted to fight him. For weeks, he had fought the urge to pick a fight with Remus, but it seemed as though now he had done it after all.
Bill took a step and drew up abruptly with a sharp hiss of breath. Fuck, that hurt! How the hell was he going to sit through dinner? His face flamed again as he thought of his mother’s concerned looks, and of Fleur’s solicitous questions.
He shook his head and concentrated. He could Apparate straight into his bedroom if he was careful; he’d done it before. He closed his eyes, hoped Fleur wasn’t in the room, and disappeared with a crack.
~
The room was mercifully empty, and he glanced at the clock while stripping off his clothes. He had about a half hour before dinner – enough time to scrub that filthy werewolf off his body. He had tossed his shirt in the corner and was about to follow with his jeans when he hesitated. If his mother saw the state of them, she would ask questions for sure. Retrieving his wand from where he’d tossed it on the dresser, he gave the clothing a cursory cleaning charm. His face twisted in embarrassment and disgust when he saw the blood and other stains marring his underwear. A hasty charm and he tossed them aside as though they burned his hand.
Fucking bastard. He’s not going to get away with this.
Bill grabbed his robe and his wand, and stalked – carefully – to the bathroom.
He gave the water faucet in the shower an angry twist, dropped his towel and looked in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. He blinked, then placed a hand gently on the large dark bruise that covered his belly. Remus had kicked him – kicked him while he was down. Bill felt his blood pound in his veins and was almost shocked to hear a growl escape his lips. Almost.
Remus was going to pay for this.
He looked closely at his face. One cheek was abraded from being crushed into the wall, his lip was swollen and there was a reddish mark around his mouth. He ran his fingers over it and found the skin tender. A heat flushed his skin as he realized what it was. Remus’ beard. That scruffy, two day growth he always seemed to have had scraped the skin around Bill’s mouth when the wolf had kissed him.
Kissed him.
Bill climbed into the shower and adjusted the water temperature as hot as he could stand it. Bloody werewolf. Where the hell did he get off kissing another man.
Another werewolf, the voice corrected him.
“All right, then, another werewolf,” Bill fumed aloud. The werewolf was supposed to be with Tonks, not snogging another male. Certainly not shagging another male.
Another male werewolf, the whisper haunted him.
Bill rubbed the bar of soap vigorously between his hands, then set about scrubbing himself. He was rough with his face, as though punishing it for the part it had played in his humiliation. The soap stung the raw skin and he winced when he bumped his cut lip.
Cut by the kiss.
Bill groaned his shame. He had moaned much the same way into Remus’ punishing mouth. Moaned like a needy teenager.
“Good boy,” Remus had whispered into his hair.
Bill closed his eyes and groaned again, this time is exasperation. His cock was hard. Hard for that bastard. Just like it had been in the alley. Against his will, his hand slid down over his soapy belly to cover his swollen genitals. He pressed his thumb into the base of his cock the way he had done.
“Slut,” the wolf had fairly purred the word. “You think you'll win a dominance battle by getting hard for me?”
“No!” Bill choked and pulled his hand away from his throbbing cock. He was not getting hard for the man who had raped him. It was rape, plain and simple. None of that dominance shit. Remus had forced him. He hadn’t wanted it.
He hadn’t.
“No,” he choked the word out again, turned his back to the water and bent forward slightly.
He barely stifled a yelp of pain as the hot water assaulted the tender flesh between his cheeks. He gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the pain to subside. When it had eased to a hot ache, he soaped his hand well and gingerly reached back. The soap stung at first as he felt carefully, searching for tears in the sensitive skin. When a needle sharp pain caused him to suck a deep breath between his teeth, he knew he’d found one.
Reaching for his wand, he gripped it tightly in his slippery hand, bringing the tip to that most affronted part of his body. He sighed as the cool wood touched the inflamed flesh and his eyes opened wide in surprise as the tip slipped easily inside. For a second he didn’t move. His wand was a couple of inches inside him and, truth to tell, the cool wood felt quite nice. It was much thinner than Remus’ cock, and it didn’t stretch Bill’s already damaged opening at all. In fact, it was quite soothing.
Bill shuddered suddenly at the recollection of how he had felt when Remus had angled his cock, just so, to bump against... Whatever it had bumped against, it had felt unbelievable. Without realizing he was doing it, Bill moved the wand inside himself, stroking and twisting it, looking for... There! Bill gasped, instinctively spreading his feet wide and bracing his forehead against the cool tiles of the shower. His left hand gripped his stiff cock clumsily and he stroked in time with the thrusting wand.
Stop this! the voice in his head hissed. Stop whoring for that animal!
His deep moan drowned out the voice as he picked up the pace of his thrusting hands.
"Oh yes, you'll get hard for me, werewolf, and you will come for me, whenever I want, but you will never win." The feral growl echoed inside his head.
Bill came so hard his knees almost gave way, and the wand fell into the soapy swirl of the water with a clatter that went completely unheeded. When the spasms had finally stopped, Bill slid to his knees, laid his head on the edge of the tub and sobbed.
How could he. How could he be hard for the werewolf. For that bastard Remus Lupin.
“Fleur...” The choked sob was lost in the rush of water.
~
Bill’s healing charms worked to good effect. The skin over his knuckles was smooth again, the tell-tail bruise on his belly was gone, and he sat through dinner without major discomfort. He rose as soon as it was over, however, and started to help his mother clean up.
“There’s no need, dear. Fleur and Ginny will help.”
“That’s alright, mum. There’s no reason a man can’t do his share of the housework.”
His mother snorted and shooed him from the kitchen. “No need to show off for Fleur, dear. She’s already agreed to marry you.”
Bill grinned and took his banishment good-naturedly, going to stand by the fireplace with his father.
“Molly tells me Remus stopped by today?”
“Um, yes. We had a few things to talk about.” Bill straightened the pictures on the mantle.
“Everything all right?” The mild question was deceptive. Bill knew just how perceptive his father could be.
“Yes, fine!” He made a wry face. “Seems there’s more to being a werewolf than I imagined.”
“Indeed.” Arthur lit his pipe and puffed, watching his son thoughtfully, but said no more.
When Fleur came into the living room, Bill welcomed her as a diversion, opening his arms to her. She came to him willingly, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her body against him. She was soft and sweet-smelling and compliant. He nuzzled her neck, feeling as though he had come home.
“Shall we go for a walk?” Her soft breath teased his ear, floated along his jaw and ended with a sweet, soft kiss. A kiss that demanded nothing, and promised everything.
Not like the last kiss he had been given.
He stiffened. Thoughts, images, words from the afternoon flooded over him. Arms like steel on either side of him, a hard wiry body pressing him into the rough bricks of the alley wall, smells of garbage, sweat, testosterone, wolf.... A ragged growl of a voice in his ear whispering, “She doesn't get you this hard, this fast, does she?"
“Bill?” Fleur stepped back, a puzzled frown on her face.
Bill forced a smile, though it felt weak, even to him, as he reached out and caressed her cheek. “Sorry, love. I guess I’m a lot more tired than I thought.” He glanced nervously at the clock. It was still early. “Uh, my... my scars are hurting a bit. I think I’ll take a potion and turn in early.”
He said hasty good-nights and fled to his room. He did down a potion before undressing with shaking hands. When his fingers fumbled with the buttons on his jeans, he again heard the words that had been spit into his ear earlier that evening. “I told you to drop your fucking trousers, wolf.”
With an angry cry, Bill fell face down on the bed, still half dressed.
“I hate you Remus Lupin, I fucking hate you.” He snarled the words into his pillow.
Instantly, his memory played back the tape. "That's irrelevant. You may hate me, but you must never challenge me."
“Fuck you! You will not win this.” Bill rolled onto his back, glaring at the ceiling.
The sensations of what had followed pulsed through his body anew, and he clenched his fists in fury at the memory of his humiliation. At the memory of his actually begging the wolf to fuck him.
"If you challenge me again, you will get fucked against a wall so hard you will come screaming my name." The words grated down his spine.
“Oh, no, wolf. Not again. Not ever again. Next time it will be you begging to be fucked. Begging me.” Bill whispered his promise to the dark as his hand once more sought his throbbing cock.
~~
to be continued in Chapter 3
Title: Alpha Wolf
Chapter 2, Beta
Author: smoke
Pairing: Remus Lupin/ Bill Weasley
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Remus feels the new werewolf in town is threatening his authority. He decides to teach the challenger a lesson.
By the time Bill thought to draw his wand, Remus had Apparated out of the alley.
“Shit!” Bill closed his eyes, sliding down the wall to rest on his heels.
What the fuck was that all about? He wiped the back of his trembling hand over his mouth and stared at the blood that was smeared there, then swiped his tongue over his swollen lip and found where the skin had been nicked during that brutal kiss.
That kiss.
Bill shook his head.
Arsehole, prick, cocksucker. Bill slammed his fist back into the wall and winced. He thought Remus was his friend. The hours the man had spent at his bedside, talking, explaining, supporting, comforting him, for god’s sake. Helping him heal in mind and body. For what? For this? To treat him like a... like a.... Why?
Bill’s looked at his hands and grimaced. Some of the nails were torn and bleeding, the knuckles were scuffed and tattered, and dirt was imbedded in the skin where he had torn at the wall while Remus had.... Bill had to swallow hard against the rising bile in his throat.
Bastard.
He pointed his wand at the back of his hand, then hesitated. He’d have to clean up before he cast a healing charm. It wouldn’t do to trap the dirt inside where it could fester.
Bill stood and looked down at his clothes. There was dirt just about everywhere, and a few smears of blood as well. He shifted his shoulders and found his shirt was stuck to his back. His frown turned to a look of disgust when he remembered Remus wiping the come off his hand. His come, that Remus had wrung from him against his will, in violation of his being while he had... while he had....
Bill’s face seared with shame. Remus has used him like a cheap whore. And he... he had begged for it, for god’s sake. Why? Why had Remus done this to him?
You challenged him.
That voice in the back of his mind, the one that all too often sounded like his mother, whispered softly.
I didn’t! Not really. I... I... Bill closed his eyes for a moment. Yes, he had. He could pretend he didn’t know what he was doing; he could say, truthfully, that he didn’t know the rules, but he knew his long, appraising looks and his stares of assessment were exactly what Remus had said they were: his challenge to the Alpha male. He had wanted to fight him. For weeks, he had fought the urge to pick a fight with Remus, but it seemed as though now he had done it after all.
Bill took a step and drew up abruptly with a sharp hiss of breath. Fuck, that hurt! How the hell was he going to sit through dinner? His face flamed again as he thought of his mother’s concerned looks, and of Fleur’s solicitous questions.
He shook his head and concentrated. He could Apparate straight into his bedroom if he was careful; he’d done it before. He closed his eyes, hoped Fleur wasn’t in the room, and disappeared with a crack.
~
The room was mercifully empty, and he glanced at the clock while stripping off his clothes. He had about a half hour before dinner – enough time to scrub that filthy werewolf off his body. He had tossed his shirt in the corner and was about to follow with his jeans when he hesitated. If his mother saw the state of them, she would ask questions for sure. Retrieving his wand from where he’d tossed it on the dresser, he gave the clothing a cursory cleaning charm. His face twisted in embarrassment and disgust when he saw the blood and other stains marring his underwear. A hasty charm and he tossed them aside as though they burned his hand.
Fucking bastard. He’s not going to get away with this.
Bill grabbed his robe and his wand, and stalked – carefully – to the bathroom.
He gave the water faucet in the shower an angry twist, dropped his towel and looked in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. He blinked, then placed a hand gently on the large dark bruise that covered his belly. Remus had kicked him – kicked him while he was down. Bill felt his blood pound in his veins and was almost shocked to hear a growl escape his lips. Almost.
Remus was going to pay for this.
He looked closely at his face. One cheek was abraded from being crushed into the wall, his lip was swollen and there was a reddish mark around his mouth. He ran his fingers over it and found the skin tender. A heat flushed his skin as he realized what it was. Remus’ beard. That scruffy, two day growth he always seemed to have had scraped the skin around Bill’s mouth when the wolf had kissed him.
Kissed him.
Bill climbed into the shower and adjusted the water temperature as hot as he could stand it. Bloody werewolf. Where the hell did he get off kissing another man.
Another werewolf, the voice corrected him.
“All right, then, another werewolf,” Bill fumed aloud. The werewolf was supposed to be with Tonks, not snogging another male. Certainly not shagging another male.
Another male werewolf, the whisper haunted him.
Bill rubbed the bar of soap vigorously between his hands, then set about scrubbing himself. He was rough with his face, as though punishing it for the part it had played in his humiliation. The soap stung the raw skin and he winced when he bumped his cut lip.
Cut by the kiss.
Bill groaned his shame. He had moaned much the same way into Remus’ punishing mouth. Moaned like a needy teenager.
“Good boy,” Remus had whispered into his hair.
Bill closed his eyes and groaned again, this time is exasperation. His cock was hard. Hard for that bastard. Just like it had been in the alley. Against his will, his hand slid down over his soapy belly to cover his swollen genitals. He pressed his thumb into the base of his cock the way he had done.
“Slut,” the wolf had fairly purred the word. “You think you'll win a dominance battle by getting hard for me?”
“No!” Bill choked and pulled his hand away from his throbbing cock. He was not getting hard for the man who had raped him. It was rape, plain and simple. None of that dominance shit. Remus had forced him. He hadn’t wanted it.
He hadn’t.
“No,” he choked the word out again, turned his back to the water and bent forward slightly.
He barely stifled a yelp of pain as the hot water assaulted the tender flesh between his cheeks. He gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the pain to subside. When it had eased to a hot ache, he soaped his hand well and gingerly reached back. The soap stung at first as he felt carefully, searching for tears in the sensitive skin. When a needle sharp pain caused him to suck a deep breath between his teeth, he knew he’d found one.
Reaching for his wand, he gripped it tightly in his slippery hand, bringing the tip to that most affronted part of his body. He sighed as the cool wood touched the inflamed flesh and his eyes opened wide in surprise as the tip slipped easily inside. For a second he didn’t move. His wand was a couple of inches inside him and, truth to tell, the cool wood felt quite nice. It was much thinner than Remus’ cock, and it didn’t stretch Bill’s already damaged opening at all. In fact, it was quite soothing.
Bill shuddered suddenly at the recollection of how he had felt when Remus had angled his cock, just so, to bump against... Whatever it had bumped against, it had felt unbelievable. Without realizing he was doing it, Bill moved the wand inside himself, stroking and twisting it, looking for... There! Bill gasped, instinctively spreading his feet wide and bracing his forehead against the cool tiles of the shower. His left hand gripped his stiff cock clumsily and he stroked in time with the thrusting wand.
Stop this! the voice in his head hissed. Stop whoring for that animal!
His deep moan drowned out the voice as he picked up the pace of his thrusting hands.
"Oh yes, you'll get hard for me, werewolf, and you will come for me, whenever I want, but you will never win." The feral growl echoed inside his head.
Bill came so hard his knees almost gave way, and the wand fell into the soapy swirl of the water with a clatter that went completely unheeded. When the spasms had finally stopped, Bill slid to his knees, laid his head on the edge of the tub and sobbed.
How could he. How could he be hard for the werewolf. For that bastard Remus Lupin.
“Fleur...” The choked sob was lost in the rush of water.
~
Bill’s healing charms worked to good effect. The skin over his knuckles was smooth again, the tell-tail bruise on his belly was gone, and he sat through dinner without major discomfort. He rose as soon as it was over, however, and started to help his mother clean up.
“There’s no need, dear. Fleur and Ginny will help.”
“That’s alright, mum. There’s no reason a man can’t do his share of the housework.”
His mother snorted and shooed him from the kitchen. “No need to show off for Fleur, dear. She’s already agreed to marry you.”
Bill grinned and took his banishment good-naturedly, going to stand by the fireplace with his father.
“Molly tells me Remus stopped by today?”
“Um, yes. We had a few things to talk about.” Bill straightened the pictures on the mantle.
“Everything all right?” The mild question was deceptive. Bill knew just how perceptive his father could be.
“Yes, fine!” He made a wry face. “Seems there’s more to being a werewolf than I imagined.”
“Indeed.” Arthur lit his pipe and puffed, watching his son thoughtfully, but said no more.
When Fleur came into the living room, Bill welcomed her as a diversion, opening his arms to her. She came to him willingly, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her body against him. She was soft and sweet-smelling and compliant. He nuzzled her neck, feeling as though he had come home.
“Shall we go for a walk?” Her soft breath teased his ear, floated along his jaw and ended with a sweet, soft kiss. A kiss that demanded nothing, and promised everything.
Not like the last kiss he had been given.
He stiffened. Thoughts, images, words from the afternoon flooded over him. Arms like steel on either side of him, a hard wiry body pressing him into the rough bricks of the alley wall, smells of garbage, sweat, testosterone, wolf.... A ragged growl of a voice in his ear whispering, “She doesn't get you this hard, this fast, does she?"
“Bill?” Fleur stepped back, a puzzled frown on her face.
Bill forced a smile, though it felt weak, even to him, as he reached out and caressed her cheek. “Sorry, love. I guess I’m a lot more tired than I thought.” He glanced nervously at the clock. It was still early. “Uh, my... my scars are hurting a bit. I think I’ll take a potion and turn in early.”
He said hasty good-nights and fled to his room. He did down a potion before undressing with shaking hands. When his fingers fumbled with the buttons on his jeans, he again heard the words that had been spit into his ear earlier that evening. “I told you to drop your fucking trousers, wolf.”
With an angry cry, Bill fell face down on the bed, still half dressed.
“I hate you Remus Lupin, I fucking hate you.” He snarled the words into his pillow.
Instantly, his memory played back the tape. "That's irrelevant. You may hate me, but you must never challenge me."
“Fuck you! You will not win this.” Bill rolled onto his back, glaring at the ceiling.
The sensations of what had followed pulsed through his body anew, and he clenched his fists in fury at the memory of his humiliation. At the memory of his actually begging the wolf to fuck him.
"If you challenge me again, you will get fucked against a wall so hard you will come screaming my name." The words grated down his spine.
“Oh, no, wolf. Not again. Not ever again. Next time it will be you begging to be fucked. Begging me.” Bill whispered his promise to the dark as his hand once more sought his throbbing cock.
~~
to be continued in Chapter 3