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Title: Alpha Wolf
Chapter 3, Gamma
Author: Snegurochka
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.
"There you are! I was just about to start getting worried."
Remus stepped through Tonks's front door and looked up at her with a quick smile. He had hoped she would be somewhere else right now, to allow him some time to recover from what had just happened, miles away in a darkened alley with Bill Weasley, but of course he should have known better. He shrugged his jacket off and bent to kiss her forehead, breathing in the calming scent of her shampoo as his nose brushed her hair.
"Worried?" he mocked, drawing her into his arms. "And just how do you think I survived all this time before you came along?" He chuckled, feeling her relax against his chest.
"I know, I know," she groaned, burying her face in his neck. "I sound like Molly, don't I – fussing about all the time. Sorry," she added, raising apologetic eyes to him. "I know you can take care of – What happened to your lip?"
Oh. He moved a hand from around her shoulders to touch his lip, wincing a little as a sharp pain shot through it. He glanced at her, quickly reaching a decision. There was nothing for it but to tell her the truth. "I was out with Bill," he began, his breath catching as the name left his lips. To his surprise, she started to laugh.
"And he got drunk and whacked you one?" Her eyes were wide with mirth.
"Something like that."
She collapsed into gales of laughter at that. "No- just… really?" Giggles overwhelmed her again as she tried to say more, and she ended up collapsed against him, wiping her eyes. "What- haha- what did you say to him to deserve that?"
His momentary irritation with her melted away as he gathered her in his arms, smiling at how easy this all was going to be. Remus Lupin was a complicated man, and he had been forced to conceal certain things in his life more often than he could remember, but he was not a liar. Selectively offering information or evading questions was not the same as lying. He had learned it first as a child, constantly questioned by his Hogwarts classmates about his whereabouts once a month, and he had learned it again in his work for the Order. There were just some things he would never tell, not even to the woman he was growing to love. The wolf's needs and desires were a separate life – one she did not need to know about.
"I merely suggested that Fleur may not be fulfilling his needs, sexually," he replied, his tone nonchalant.
Tonks began laughing again. "You- what? Oh, you did not." She stepped away from him and ran a hand through her hair, shaking her head and grinning. "Why would you say something like that?"
Remus shrugged. "He seemed a bit… edgy." And he got hard at the mere scent of me, he added in his head, biting his lip at the memory.
"Edgy?" Her eyes widened again. "So you concluded – out loud – that he's not getting shagged enough? You deserved to get whacked." She rolled her eyes at him. "I should tell Fleur that one."
Remus kicked his shoes off and headed for the staircase. "Tell Fleur anything you like," he replied, trying to contain the shiver that ran down his spine at the memory of what exactly it was he had said to Bill.
She doesn't get you this hard, this fast, does she? The feel of Bill trapped beneath him, cock hard and body shuddering… begging him for more… admitting his fiancée could never make him need it so badly…
"Well, I'm grabbing a snack, then heading back to the Ministry. Want anything?" Tonks's voice interrupted his thoughts, and when he looked up again, she was halfway to the kitchen.
"Just a shower and maybe a nap," he called back, heading up the stairs.
His own plodding footsteps echoed in his head as he pulled his shirt off on the second-floor landing. As he headed for the shower, he couldn't help but savour the powerful scent of Bill's alpha-challenge, clinging to his clothing and his skin, tinged with the remnants of Bill's arousal, and his release. Remus paused outside the bathroom door and pressed the shirt to his nose, inhaling deeply. A low groan rose in his chest as the wolf scratched just below the surface, reawakened by his indulgence in the memory of Bill's body pressed against that wall as Remus claimed him.
You feel fucking incredible, all right?
Remus smiled. The challenger would attempt to retaliate, of course – Remus would expect no less from a protégé. If Bill was smart, he would figure out that submission to the alpha could have its benefits, and rewards. Knowing Bill and his headstrong ways, however, it would probably take him quite some time to learn that.
In the meantime, Remus planned to enjoy every attempt Bill made at revenge.
~~~~~
He had known as soon as he felt Bill's warm release over his fingers, and that tight body clenched around his cock, that he wouldn't have to wait a week before Bill contacted him again. Bill would hate himself for wanting a rematch with the alpha, but want it he would – and he would come looking for it. In the normal rules of engagement – normal, in terms of the Packs Remus had run with in the past, in the forests of Bavaria, in another life – Bill should have made contact the next morning. After a full night of nursing wounds and grievances, he should have worked himself into a right state, tossing and turning and cursing Remus until the orange sun crept through the curtains and his fiancée attempted to calm him with the offer of her body.
He wouldn't have wanted it, though – not with visions in his head of Remus's chest against his back, Remus's cock wringing such unexpected groans of pleasure from his lips. No, Bill definitely would have made his excuses to his fiancée, if she asked for sex that night.
He then should have come straight to Remus as soon as the hour was acceptable, banging on the door in a rage and demanding retribution, contrition, or, at the very least, a rematch.
As it turned out, Bill did not show up for two full days. When he did, the knock on the door was slow and precise, not brisk and agitated. The hairs on the back of Remus's neck prickled when he looked up from his book. He inhaled deeply and locked his eyes on the door as Tonks got up to answer it. The scent of challenge was thick in the air, even through the great oak barrier, and Remus narrowed his eyes. So, the fool had learned nothing.
"Wotcher, Bill!" chirped Tonks, slapping him on the shoulder and beckoning him inside. "Well, you're not looking half the sight Remus did after your run-in the other day." She grinned at him and he started.
The- other day?"
"I told her we had a bit of a confrontation," Remus called calmly from his chair by the fireplace, marking his page and setting his book down on a nearby table.
Any confidence Bill may have possessed as he approached the house quickly vanished, Remus noticed, as Bill's eyes flew over to him. "You- did?" he asked.
Remus rose from his chair and strolled over to the doorway, hands in the pockets of his trousers. "Sure," he replied, his gaze boring into Bill. "Any reason not to?"
A look of pure terror, followed quickly by humiliation, then anger, crossed Bill's face. He caught his breath and turned to Tonks. "Look, Tonks," he began, but she cut him off.
"No, no, don't worry about it." She waved her hand at him. "I won't tell Fleur. Behind that kind exterior, it turns out our Remus is a bit of an arsehole, right?" She laughed and turned away. "Don't let it bother you. Hey look," she added, "me and Kingsley have got some files to go over – we'll be in the kitchen if you two want coffee in a bit."
"Thank you, love," Remus called after her. He made sure the door to the kitchen was firmly shut before turning back to Bill, finally able to appraise him properly.
He let his eyes rove slowly over Bill's form, taking in his Muggle jeans and fitted t-shirt, and filing away Bill's apparent effort to re-create the conditions of the first confrontation by donning similar clothing today. Back up to Bill's face, Remus observed the scar tissue he tried to hide behind locks of hair, now worn loose instead of in his trademark ponytail. The man's fierce blue eyes were trained on Remus, fists clenched at his sides.
"You. Told her?" Bill managed at last.
Remus paused. "She asked why I had a split lip."
"You came home with a split lip? God, Remus!" Bill threw his hands up in exasperation. Even I knew enough to spell it all away before my family saw!"
Remus raised an eyebrow. "Spell what away, exactly?" he asked calmly.
"The–" Bill stopped, opening and closing his mouth a few times before finally settling on what to say. "The cuts on my face and hands," he muttered, his cheeks flushed.
"Ah. Yes, I suppose I could have done that." Remus smiled at Bill then and dropped his voice. "The blood tasted nice, though," he breathed, stepping closer. "Didn't you think so?"
Bill's eyes widened as he stepped backwards. "The- blood?" he stammered.
"Surely you noticed?" Remus asked mildly, watching the other man. "Since the bite – your tastes have changed. A bit more meat would be nice, wouldn't it? I'll remember to speak to your mother about that. Yes, a bit more meat, and certainly fewer potatoes – taste like chalk, don't they? And broccoli is right up there with grass, as far as I'm concerned. I do enjoy legumes, though, and lots of spinach right before a transformation." He paused and licked his lips, then slowly brought a hand up to his mouth, fingers tracing the curves of his lips before falling back to his side. "There's nothing quite like blood, though," he continued in a low voice. "Just a little bit, just occasionally. A dab on the lip, just enough to dart your tongue out to taste it–" He mimicked the action, swiping his tongue across his bottom lip and sucking it slowly into his mouth – "Mm. A delicacy indeed." He smiled, noting with satisfaction that Bill was licking his own lips now, his breathing shallow.
Bill stared at him. "You're sick," he muttered.
"No," Remus replied, holding his rising temper in check, "I'm a werewolf, and so are you, Bill. I tried to be helpful while you were in the hospital, but now you need to learn to play by the rules of the game. There are some things that only the two of us are ever going to understand."
"It's my life, Remus," Bill said slowly. "It's not a game."
Remus smiled. "Spoken like a player who lost the last round."
"It's my life!" Bill repeated angrily, taking a step forward to jab a finger in Remus's face. In a flash, Remus's hand shot up to grab Bill around the wrist, squeezing hard. Bill winced and sucked in a breath as Remus leaned close.
"Then you'd better figure out how to play," he whispered fiercely. "Lesson one: never lie; it will only hurt you later. She asked about my lip; I told her you punched me. She asked why; I said I suggested to you that Fleur may not be fulfilling your sexual needs."
"You what?"
"What's lesson one?" Remus tightened his grip on the other man's wrist, and Bill grimaced.
"Never- lie," he managed.
"Good. Did I lie to her?"
"Well- no."
Remus held on a second longer before dropping Bill's hand.
"Right, I get it," Bill hissed, rubbing his wrist and watching Remus with narrowed eyes. "The 'game' is that you're in charge, and I have to be your obedient lapdog, is that it? Because I'm not doing that, all right? You can't go telling Tonks stories about my sex life, or make me do whatever you say, or- any of that. I'm not answering to you, Remus. I've got a life, you know, and a fiancée, and you can't…" He took a deep breath. "Look, what you did the other day–"
"Made you come so hard you can still feel it when I look at you?" The voice that interrupted Bill's tirade was sharp, but soft, and Remus noted with satisfaction that Bill froze, the blood slowly draining from his face. Bill swallowed and closed his eyes.
"That's- not what I was going to say."
"But it's true, isn't it? I was there, Bill. I felt your response. It was a beautiful submission to my authority."
"No!" Bill shouted, then seemed to startle himself with the volume and vehemence of his reaction, and his eyes darted to the kitchen door. His mouth clamped shut.
Remus's eyes stayed pinned on Bill, the wolf fighting for release again with every expression of defiance from the subordinate male in front of him. Patience, he warned himself, breathing deeply. Not yet. "No… what?" he pressed, moving closer to the other man, shoulders square and chin lifted.
To his surprise, Bill matched his stance, straightening his back and looking Remus in the eye. Challenger. "No, it was not submission," he spat, his voice hoarse. "It was rape."
The room stilled as Remus paused in mid-step, drawing back again to lean against the wall. The word hung between them for several long seconds before Remus spoke. "There's something you need to understand, Bill," he began quietly. "That bite changed everything for you – and, I'll have you remember, it changed everything for me. Not my own bite, but yours. It's easy to be king of one's own domain, but less easy to accommodate a rival."
"I told you, I'm not a–"
"Yes," Remus pressed, "you are. 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."
Bill snorted a laugh, swallowing hard. "So, what is it – I have to let you fuck me any time you want?"
"No," Remus replied, then paused. "I could fuck you anytime you want, as well." He let his eyes drop down Bill's body as his words sunk in, noting with satisfaction the tightness in the man's jeans. "I could do any number of things for you," he breathed, "if you simply submit to my authority."
Bill stared at him. "You- no. I don't… want that." He took a deep breath as if coming to a decision then, and stalked towards Remus. "Submit to you, yeah?" He closed the short distance between them and made to trap Remus against the wall, arms landing firmly on either side of Remus's shoulders. "You've had your turn with me – I want a spin now." He let his body fall into Remus's against the wall and pressed his hips up, fighting to hold Remus's eyes.
Remus allowed it, for now. "You haven't been listening," he said quietly, his own body passive and hips unresponsive.
"Come on, then," Bill continued in a tight voice, ignoring him. "Turn around and drop your trousers, you filthy werewolf. "
Remus sighed. "You have no control," he said sadly, then raised a hand to push Bill away easily, dislodging them both from the wall.
Bill's face flushed as he stumbled backwards, shouting as loudly as he dared, "I said, drop your trousers, wolf!"
Remus gazed evenly at him. "No."
"Fuck you, Remus! I’m getting you back for what you did, if it's the last thing I–"
"No," Remus repeated, "you're not. Go home, Bill."
But the other man shook his head, the scent of anger and frustration and… Remus inhaled… desire filling the room. "If I have to ask you one more time," Bill hissed, "this will not go well for you."
That was it.
Remus grabbed the front of Bill's shirt in a split second and slammed him up against the wall. Before the other man could throw him off, Remus reached his free hand down to cup the bulge in Bill's jeans, and a startled groan ended his attempt to struggle. Remus pressed his hand into the base of Bill's cock, his fingers curled lower, and he grinned as Bill subconsciously spread his legs wider, inviting the contact.
"I said, go home, Bill."
Bill closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the wall. "Fuck," he moaned, as Remus ground his hand against him. "Fine! You win, just – god – do it."
Remus leaned close, his breath hot on Bill's ear. "Do what?"
"Just–"
"Say it."
"No."
"Have you been dreaming about this?"
"God. No."
"You're lying to me. You're forgetting that I know what it's like, Bill. I know what it feels like to challenge an alpha, and lose. 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?" He let his hand move in rough patterns over Bill's jeans, giving just enough friction to encourage the man's desire.
Bill slouched back into the wall, hips arched outwards in wanton invitation. "No, no – I would never think about you."
Remus pressed his hand in harder. "What's lesson one, wolf?" he asked, his voice a low growl in Bill's ear. "Answer me!"
"Never lie," Bill choked out.
"Are you lying to me right now?"
"Yes, god, just- yes."
"Have you been thinking about me?"
"Yes."
"About your alpha male fucking you?"
"Yes."
"Do you touch yourself when you think of it?"
"God. Yes."
"Good. No more lies, Bill. Tell me what you want."
"I– don't stop."
"Say it." Remus stilled his hand, waiting, and Bill's eyes flew open. Their gazes locked as Bill swallowed and licked his lips.
"Make me come."
Good boy.
Remus struggled to keep his face from showing his victory as he pulled his hand back and stepped away, leaving Bill hard and aching against the wall. Oh, but this was almost too easy. The younger male had learned nothing last time, nothing at all about submission and dominance. "Not today," he said calmly, breathing deeply to keep his own desire at bay. "Go home, Bill," he repeated, heading back to his chair in the sitting room and picking up his book.
Bill pushed himself away from the wall and stared after Remus in shock. "You fucking–"
"Hey, we're making a fresh pot in here if you want some!" Tonks's cheerful voice called from the kitchen, and Remus glanced at the door, then back to Bill.
"Coffee?" he asked courteously, rising and heading for the kitchen.
"I- no," Bill muttered. "Fuck. Just- no."
"Say hello to your parents for me, then," Remus called over his shoulder as he pushed open the kitchen door.
After a moment, he heard the front door slam shut and finally allowed himself a smile of victory.
Oh yes, you can challenge me, wolf, but you can never win.
~~
to be continued in Chapter 4