Fic: ~Alpha Wolf~ NC-17
Title: Alpha Wolf
Chapter 4, Delta
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.


~~Delta~~

Bill catapulted out the front door, slamming it hard behind him. Stumbling down the steps, he almost tripped over a large gray cat. The beast puffed up to twice its normal size and ran spitting down the alley. Bill didn’t notice.

Bastard! Fucking bastard!

Bill stopped and leaned against a lamp post for a moment, his eyes closed against the afternoon sun. He took several deep, steadying breaths before opening his eyes. A passing witch quickly averted her gaze, not wishing to be caught staring. Bill shoved off from the post and headed down the street at a brisk pace. He was only too well aware that his cock was still throbbing in protest of having the touch it craved so summarily denied it.

Shit!

That had not gone well. He had gone to Tonks’ place composed and determined. He would not lose his temper; would not lose his cool. Remus was going to yield to him and if he had to use force, so be it – the man was going to pay.

But Remus hadn’t yielded – he had barely acknowledged Bill’s demand, in fact. He remembered the feel of Remus’ body under his as he pressed the older man to the wall. It had been still, relaxed but not yielding. In his frustration he had pushed Remus hard, and Remus had finally pushed back, pinning Bill to the wall and groping him.

Bill felt his face flush. As soon as the older man had pinned him, he had yielded. Spread his legs and begged Remus to touch him, to make him come.

Bill turned into Diagon Alley and without thinking, headed for number 93. There were only a few people inside Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes when he barged through the door, heading for the back.

“Hi, Bill!” the pretty assistant the twins had hired called out to him.

He barely managed an absent wave as he went through the curtain to the back.

“Well, looked who the cat dragged in!”

“He does look particularly awful, doesn’t he?”

“Even worse than usual.”

“How ‘bout it, Big Brother?”

“Something bothering you?”

The twins, sitting at a desk and poring over a ledger together, spoke in alternating sentences.

“Need the loo,” Bill muttered and kept going.

“Well, no wanking in there.”

“That’s reserved for the employees.”

“Fuck off!”

“Oooo, testy...”

“Must be his time of the month.”

The depraved cackles followed Bill into the tiny bathroom where he slammed the door and leaned against it, his eyes closed and his cock still throbbing painfully.

”She doesn't get you this hard, this fast, does she?”

“Fuck you Remus Lupin!” Bill’s whisper was fierce as he pressed his fists into his thighs, trembling with the need to relieve his aching cock yet determined not to give in to the wolf’s taunting.

“Hey, we said no wanking in there,” Fred’s voice came through the door.

“Bugger off, arsehole!” Bill spit back at him.

“Well, if you’re that tense...”

“Maybe you should.”

Bill yanked his wand from the back of his belt and struggled to clear his mind. He had to get away – somewhere that he could be alone, undisturbed.

The crack of Apparation echoed through the back room of the twin’s shop.

~

Bill arrived in the copse at the top of the meadow behind the Burrow. It has always been a favorite place of his for thinking, the old trees helping sooth his mind and bring him peace.

With a groan, he leaned against an ancient oak and slid to the ground, splaying his legs in front of him and squirming to relieve the pain of the snug jeans biting into his swollen cock.

Bill inhaled slowly and deeply. He had been aware that his sense of smell was keener since the bite, but it was usually just a jumble of nearly overwhelming odors that he tried to ignore. Today, though, certain scents had almost overpowered him, and he had known exactly what they were. When he had finally pushed Remus too far, the man’s scent had changed drastically. The wolf had awoken and almost taken charge. Bill shuddered at the thought of what might have happened if it had.

"Have you been dreaming about this? Have you been thinking about me? About your alpha male fucking you?"

“No,” Bill whimpered the word aloud.

”Don’t lie to me.”

Bill inhaled sharply, his mind recreating the scent of the wolf as it had pinned Bill to the wall. Remus had wanted him, he knew that, but Remus had played with him and then sent him home with his tail between his legs.

”You have no control.”

Bill made an angry, strangled sound and drove his fist into the ground beside him. The snarl changed to a yelp as his knuckles encountered a stone buried in the leaves. He gave his skinned and bleeding knuckles a rueful look and absently stuffed them in his mouth, sucking the blood and dirt from the wound as he had done his entire life.

His eyes went wide with shock as an almost electric thrill ran through his body. Every part of him seemed to tingle and come alive as the taste of blood flowed over his tongue. In horror, he snatched his hand away and spit the blood onto the ground. It lay there, a bright red glob, glistening in the sun, calling out to him. Fascinated, he stared at it, and without realizing what he was doing, his hand found its way to his mouth again.

” You are also a werewolf. There are a great many things you can continue to do as before – eating, drinking, casting spells, even making love to your fiancée, but this thing – this one thing – has changed."

He sucked hard on his knuckles, worrying the wound with his bottom teeth, making it bleed more. A moan escaped him as his eyes closed and he succumbed to the rich taste of life on his tongue. He heard Remus’ voice in his head – low, almost seductive."There's nothing quite like blood...."

Bill rolled onto his stomach, gripping the ground with his fingers as though afraid of falling off the surface of the earth. In a way, he was, his world having been turned upside down by that fucking wolf.

”You need to learn to play by the rules of the game.”

Whose rules? The werewolf’s rules?

No, the voice in his head said calmly. The werewolves’ rules.

No! There were no werewolf rules, Remus was making it all up just to have his sick way with him.

You challenged him.

I didn’t! I....

Remus had toyed with him, had not responded to his demand for submission. He had let Bill press his body to the wall while he himself had remained placid. Bill had smelled Remus’ mounting aggression, mounting arousal, even though his body remained calm. Not until Bill had threatened him had the wolf reared its head and taken physical control.

Bill flopped onto his back, covering his eyes with his arm.

Remus was in psychological control of the situation the entire time. Remus is the alpha male.

No! Remus was playing games – he told Tonks for god’s sake!

No, he didn’t.

Well, close enough....

” I’m getting you back for what you did, if it's the last thing I – "

"No, you're not. Go home, Bill."

Remus had turned him away like a misbehaving child. Until Bill had threatened him.

Bill swallowed. Remus could have hurt him – he certainly had the strength. He could have raped him – again.

"There's something you need to understand, Bill. That bite changed everything for you – and, I'll have you remember, it changed everything for me.”

Werewolf rules.

Couldn’t they just call a truce and go back to the way things had been before Greyback had savaged him?

Not if you keep challenging him.

Bill groaned.

What did Remus want from him? He was certainly not going to be the wolf’s fuck toy.

Bill hissed in anger as he felt his cock twitch at the thought.

"No," Remus had said. "I could fuck you anytime you want, as well. I could do any number of things for you, if you simply submit to my authority."

Desperate for some relief for his aching cock, Bill rolled onto his belly again and ground his hips into the forest floor.

The way Remus had looked him over, his eyes lingering on Bill’s crotch.

No! I don’t want that! I’m not like that. I’m not... not... gay!

“No. You’re a werewolf.”

Bill rubbed his forehead on his folded arm, his thoughts drifting to Fleur. Fleur didn’t like to... well, she would on occasion, but she clearly found sucking Bill’s cock a distasteful act. The mental picture of Remus on his knees taking Bill’s swollen member in his mouth, sucking him dry....

Bill’s hips jerked, pressing his cock harder into the ground.

Remus, Bill realized, wouldn’t be kneeling at his feet because Bill had ordered him to – he had made that abundantly clear. What he might do, what he had hinted at, if Bill’s confused brain had heard him right, was offer pleasure as a reward. Reward for what? Bill’s stomach heaved at the thought that Remus would, no doubt, expect the same favor from Bill. That was something Bill wanted no part of. No. He wanted no part of feeling Remus’ cock swell in his mouth. No part of sucking until Remus cried out and spilled himself down Bill’s throat. Bill inhaled deeply. He could imagine how Remus would smell. He was already familiar with the wolf’s musky scent, how it got sharper, stronger, when he was aroused.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Bill hit the ground with his fist.

Yes. His inner voice seemed almost amused. That’s exactly what you want.

”Tell me what you want."

Bill moaned, his hand sliding under his body and pressing his cock.

”Say it.”

Bill twisted onto his back again, his hand closing over his balls, squeezing through the denim.

Remus had made him beg. And when Bill had given in, panting and straining against the wolf’s hand like a whore, Remus had turned him away.

”Not today. Go home, Bill.”

There had been no triumph in Remus’ tone, no gloating in his expression – just acceptance of Bill’s submission, and a calm dismissal.

His submission.

Fuck.

Bill spread his legs and thrust against his hand. God’s, how he had whored for that wolf! Here it was an hour later and he was still hard as dragon scales for the bastard.

”You never forget your first dominance battle, not really. You're sore for days, but underneath the pain is a cock so hard you think you will explode if you don't get him to touch you again. Am I right?"

Shit. His cock was so hard it hurt, but he was not going to give in and wank for want of Remus Lupin. He would not.

Remus had called him a slut that first time in the alley and it seemed as though he was doing nothing but prove the man right.

”You'll get hard for me, werewolf, and you will come for me, whenever I want...."

Bill ground his teeth together and pulled his hand away.

The whispered voice had stirred his hair. ”Good boy.”

With a defeated cry, Bill came in his jeans, his hands clawing at the earth around him.

Bill lay twitching and gasping as his orgasm subsided. His face burned in shame – he hadn’t come like that, in his jeans, without being touched, since he was a teenager.

If he can do that to you without touching you, imagine what he can do if you only let him.

NO!

Bill staggered to his feet, looking down at his body with disgust. There was a wet stain at his crotch and dirt, leaves and twigs covered his clothes from his thrashing on the forest floor.

Gods, I’m pathetic.

He reached for his wand, but found it was gone. A few minute’s search of the churned-up debris and he had found it. A few spells later and he was almost presentable. Enough to get him past any eyes and into the shower, anyway.

He combed his fingers through his hair, removing twigs and leaves as he looked around, noticing his surroundings for the first time. It was a beautiful sunny afternoon, about an hour off dinner time, if the sun and his stomach didn’t deceive him. Birds twittered to each other lazily and a light wind stirred the leaves. Nature obviously couldn’t care less about a werewolf with a hard on.

A werewolf.

No. He was not going to enter into any kind of “relationship” with Remus, no matter how hard he got whenever the bastard was near. He would not beg the wolf to touch him, would not dream of the wolf’s cock pounding him into the wall of a dirty, smelly alley, would not touch himself while remembering the wolf’s whisper in his hair. He would not think of the scent of him, how it clung to his clothes and his body long after the wolf was gone. He would stay the fuck away from him at all costs, because he knew... he knew that if he were alone with the wolf, that he would not be able to maintain control of the situation, or of himself.

Bastard! This was all his fault!

Squaring his shoulders, Bill strode off down the field towards the house. He could smell stew and baking bread as he approached and he smiled. Things were going to be alright.

He strode into the kitchen and pulled up short, feeling as though a bucket of ice water had been dumped over his head. Standing at the stove in the otherwise empty kitchen, tasting the bubbling stew with a long wooden spoon, was Remus Fucking Lupin.

The wolf smiled benignly. “Hello, Bill.”

Bill stood rooted to the spot, emotions boiling inside him, fighting for supremacy. Anger won.

“Get the fuck out,” his hiss was low.

Remus’ eyes snapped to Bill’s face, and for a moment, Bill saw the wolf in the hard glint of his eyes. But Remus took a deep breath and spoke in a calm voice.

“Sorry, but your mom invited me for dinner. And I intend to stay.”

Bill trembled, his body not having a clue what to do with the feelings warring around inside, and his mind seeming to have lost all capacity for coherent thought.

Remus approached him, stopping only when he was quite close. Bill inhaled the scent of him. He wasn’t angry and the younger man felt a wash of relief that somehow angered him further. Before he could speak, Remus raised a hand and flicked the corner of Bill’s mouth with a fingernail. He studied it, then turned it to Bill’s gaze. There was blood under the nail.

A slow smile spread over Remus’ face. “I think dinner will be ready soon.” His eyes swept over Bill, and his nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply. “You might want to grab a shower.”

Bill’s face flushed and he pulled his anger around him as a protective mantle. “You won’t win this, wolf.”

Amusement lit the older man’s eyes. “I already have...” He sucked the blood from under his nail. “Wolf.”

~

to be continued in Chapter 5