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Fic: ~Alpha Wolf~ NC-17
Title: Alpha Wolf
Chapter 6, Zeta
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.
~~Zeta~~
Bill lay over the counter gasping as he clenched and unclenched his fists. His body still shuddered with the force of his release and his eyes were tightly shut against the world.
"Do thank your mother for dinner for me, would you?"
The slightly mocking voice still echoed in his ears and a stifled sob of anger and frustration escaped him as he reached down to pull his jeans back up over his trembling body.
That bastard! That fucking prick!
The thought of what Remus had demanded of him, of what he himself had done eagerly, made his stomach heave, and it was all he could do not to waste his mother’s most excellent dinner. He leaned over the sink, spitting and rinsing his mouth and spitting again.
“...obey, or you won't get what you want."
He hadn’t wanted it! Gods. He splashed cold water over his face.
Yes, he had wanted it. He had been desperate for it. The sight, the smell, the silken feel of Remus’ cock against his face – but, to do that.
You liked it, and you want to do it again, don't you?"
Bill moaned and slumped down the cabinets to sit on the floor. It had felt so incredible in his mouth - hard and hot and he had wanted it all, sucking as though the only thing that mattered was getting a mouthful of Remus... of his Alpha. Sucking and growling and worrying that cock as though it were a bone. And the harder he sucked, the more Remus liked it, the more Remus wanted it – he was certain of that.
"Two choices, Bill: you can spend the rest of your life challenging me, or you can give in and submit to an arrangement with me, whereby you give me what I want, and in return, I give you what you want. It's very easy tonight – suck my cock, and you'll get your reward."
His reward. Bill groaned and tipped his head back, his eyes closed, his body beginning to stir again.
What Remus had done to him…. Gods, he didn’t even care – it had felt so incredible, so right, he couldn’t even feel violated. He knew if he were in the same room with the wolf again, he’d likely get down on his knees and beg for the chance to have it again. All of it.
He pulled his knees to his chest, wrapped his arms around them tightly and buried his face. He didn’t want to live like that. He didn’t want to want those things. That wasn’t him.
"The moon, Bill...."
Bill whimpered. He didn’t want it to be true, but the way he felt around Remus....
"If you don't take your anger, and your rage, and your lust out on me – someone who can handle it – then you are going to accidentally take it out on one of those good people in there, and someone's going to get hurt."
I wouldn’t... I’d never... Bill shuddered as he remembered his barely controlled response to the twins' teasing – something he usually hardly noticed.
It was the wolf. Having Remus there was what did it. He had to stay away from Remus. Bill dragged himself up and looked around the kitchen with bleary eyes.
“Oh, sure. Go off and leave me with all the washing up.” The absurdity of that statement made him shake his head as he set to work. Soon everything was neat and clean and he uncharmed the door. He almost collided with Fred on his way out.
“Eat all the brownies?”
“No.” Bill’s tone was vague, his mind elsewhere. On his body, to be exact. He couldn’t help going over and over the events of the evening, though he tried to force his mind elsewhere.
He made excuses to everybody, pleading a headache, and headed up to his room. Fleur followed, offering to keep him “company,” and he snapped at her. Somehow, her softness, her willingness – the very things that had drawn him to her in the first place – annoyed him tonight. After what had happened in the kitchen, he would have welcomed a fight more than gentle accommodation.
She bit her lip, her eyes tearing up, and he enfolded her in his arms. Guilt warred with impatience as he held her close. “I’m sorry, love.” He smoothed her hair from her face. “Maybe Remus has something, you know? Maybe it is the moon.”
“Oh, Bill...” She clung to him and it was all he could do not to push her away.
“Please, I just need to be by myself.” He did his best to keep the edge from his voice.
Fleur kissed him on the cheek and continued on down the hall to her own room, leaving Bill to close his door against the world and flop, fully clothed, onto his bed.
"Will you scream for me, werewolf?"
Bill gasped as the voice came, unbidden, to his mind. Unconsciously, his hand moved to his cock. It seemed to be in a constant state of erection these last few days. Except... except after Remus had ‘rewarded’ him.
I want you to enjoy something...
Oh, gods! Bill’s hands fumbled with his jeans, pulling them aside and releasing his straining cock. He fisted himself hard, squirming on the bed, longing for the feel of Remus’ fingers pressing into him just... there.
”Come for me...”
Bill whimpered and his other hand came up and wrapped around his balls. ”Good boy.”
He tried to muffle his cries as he came with a force that arched his back and rocked his world.
One arm flung over his face, he lay gasping, feeling utterly defeated. When he regained his composure, he cast a quick cleaning charm, rolled over, and still fully dressed, fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
~
He wasn’t sure what time it was when he awoke. The house was quiet, but then, nobody stayed up very late. The moonbeams slanted across the floor of the room, giving him more than enough light by which to see. He rose, straightened his clothes and looked out into the yard. It seemed extraordinarily bright; even some of the colors were visible in the light of the nearly full moon. Lots of light. Plenty of light for hunting.
A rabbit moved in the garden and Bill felt an electric surge course through his body. Prey. He started to move stealthily toward the door and was almost into the hall when he froze.
What the fuck was he doing?
Frightened, he ducked back into the room and huddled into a ball in the corner, his mind screaming at him incoherently, teetering on the edge of panic. What had he been thinking? He hadn’t been thinking, that was the point. He had seen the rabbit and reacted. Reacted like a wolf, not like a man. He was not a wolf. He was a man. His mind raged at him, calling him names and berating him as though he had cast an Unforgivable.
But his blood would not be denied. Bill rose, pacing the room, glancing out the window at the moonlit night. He was restless, jumpy, his blood pounding in his ears. He wanted... he wanted... something.
Bill bolted from the room, moving quietly through the sleeping house. Once outside, he drew his wand, thought a moment, and Apparated to London.
~
The bar was smoky, dingy and Muggle. It was crowded, noisy, and the men wore a lot of leather. The women wore tight clothes, heavy make-up, and had cold and knowing eyes. Several quick shots in succession and Bill was spoiling for a fight. The blood surged through his veins, burning him with its intensity, pounding in time with the blaring music.
He wasn’t sure how it happened, as things were taking on a hazy, disassociated quality. A leering look at a woman, a defiant stare at her escort, a careless shove – but hardly an hour later he found himself in a dark alley, clawing and fighting for his life, magic forgotten as the scent of blood drove him to a frenzy
There were four of them. He was much stronger, but he was drunk – drunker than they were – and they seemed to be more accustomed to fighting. Bill had ferocity on his side, and he did a bit of damage before one of them felled him with a particularly hard punch to the jaw. Once he was down, they set about kicking him until he was rolled into a ball, cursing and swearing and still trying to regain the advantage by grabbing a foot.
A large boot was about to come down on his hand when the owner of the boot was suddenly picked up and tossed across the alley.
Bill watched through a haze of blood and alcohol as one of the other men went sailing through the air as well. The remaining two grabbed their friends and scrambled out of the alley.
Rough hands lifted him to his feet and slammed him against the wall.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” The voice was a furious rasp, but there was still no doubt in Bill’s fogged brain as to whom it belonged.
“What did I tell you, you stupid fuckwit!”
Bill found himself sailing through the air with a feeling of eerie weightlessness to land on a pile of empty boxes. Remus was on him immediately, hauling him up by his hair and driving him back against the wall again.
“What do you want? For the Muggle and Wizard authorities to argue over whose prison you’re going to rot in for murder?”
Bill wiped his bloody jaw with the back of a hand when Remus released him. “I don’t think I was winning.”
“I ought to fucking finish the job, you know that?” Remus was pacing, short, angry strides that never took him far from Bill. The smell of an anger that bypassed fury and went straight to maniacal rolled off Remus in acrid waves. The man was growling. Together, the scent and sound rekindled the anger that was never far under Bill’s surface these days.
“What the fuck business is it of yours, anyway?” Bill yelled at Remus, the anger and alcohol making him reckless.
Quick as a cat, Remus picked him up and again threw him onto the squashed boxes.
As soon as Bill dragged himself to his feet, Remus grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, shaking him the way an angry dog shakes a bothersome puppy.
“What did I tell you? What?” He banged Bill against the wall with each question.
Bill whimpered in pain but didn’t answer.
“I told you – ” Remus' voice was a deep growl, his control clearly hanging by a thread. “You come to me when you want to fight. Are you such a hopeless imbecile that you can’t get that straight?”
Bill pushed him away. “This isn’t about you!” He shook his head, sobering up fast. “What are you doing here, anyway?”
Bill felt his mouth go dry as Remus approached, stopping inches from him. The werewolf’s gaze fixed on the corner of Bill’s bloody mouth and slowly, the tip of Remus’ tongue came out to lick his lips. Now there was another smell mixed with the anger and the wolf. Bill shivered as he recognized the scent of an almost overpowering lust.
After a few seconds, Remus shook himself and refocused on Bill’s eyes. “Do you remember what else I told you tonight?” When Bill didn’t answer, Remus leaned in, his whisper caressing Bill’s face. “Mine.” Remus straightened up and stared at Bill through narrowed eyes. “You are in my pack. I sensed your need and found you. That’s what we wolves do. You’re mine, wolf, and I protect what’s mine.”
Bill groaned. All his blood seemed to be pooling in his groin. He watched the werewolf pace again, his stride light, springy, coiled, and he felt as though he was going to pass out from need. Desperate for support, he spread his arms against the wall, his fingers gripping at the brick as though the rough surface could keep him upright. “Remus...”
It was a hoarse whisper, filled with raw emotion, and Remus stopped. Slowly, he turned toward Bill, his nostrils flaring as he took in the scent of the bloody, aroused young wolf.
“Please...” Bill was beyond caring. All he knew was that if his Alpha didn’t touch him, he would surely die.
Remus reached him in a single stride and pushed his face close to Bill’s. “You want to be rewarded? You behave like the worst kind of idiot and you beg me for reward?”
Bill fell to his knees, reaching for the waistband of Remus’ trousers, knowing nothing but his desperate need.
A sharp cuff to the side of the head sent Bill sprawling. When he pushed himself to his hands and knees, a boot in the stomach sent him tumbling again. Gagging and choking, he was hauled to his feet and once more slammed into the wall.
“Control yourself, wolf.” The voice was a deadly whisper and Bill could feel Remus’ hand trembling where it gripped his shirt, pressing into his throat.
But any instincts of pride and self-preservation had fled in the face of the desire that flooded Bill’s body. “Please, Remus, just... gods... just touch me.”
“I’ll touch you.” Remus brought his knee up sharply into Bill’s groin.
Bill screamed and Remus stepped back as the young wolf fell to the pavement and vomited onto the stones.
When Bill stopped heaving, a fist wound into his hair and hauled him to his feet. An arm hooked around his neck and he felt the sudden squeeze of Apparation. He stumbled on uneven ground, then fell as he found himself pushed roughly away. Remus moved him onto his side and before he could struggle, Bill felt a binding spell wrap around him.
“You’re on the hill behind the Burrow – I’m sure you’re familiar with the scent of the ground here?” The question was snide.
“Why are you doing this?” Bill’s cried out.
Remus dropped to one knee beside him and pushed the hair out of Bill’s face. “Because you’re young and stupid and you have very little time left to learn.” He removed his own jacket and rolled it into a ball, then lifted Bill’s head and shoved it underneath.
Bill took a deep breath as a warming spell enveloped him, locking out the chill of the night. He smelled the forest floor, he smelled Remus’ anger, and he smelled... Remus’ arousal.
“These spells will dissolve with the rising sun. I suggest you spend the intervening hours thinking. The full moon is tomorrow –“ He glanced at the sky – “tonight, and I won’t be able to help you once it rises. I’ll be at Tonks’ until about an hour and a half before moonrise. If you need anything, come to me.” He grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked. “Is that understood?”
Bill yelped. “Yes!”
“Are you sure you understand it this time, wolf?” Remus shook him by the hair.
Bill squeezed his eyes shut. His head was pounding from the abuse and the alcohol. “Yes.”
“Good. You pulled me from a warm bed and a willing woman. Do it again and I’ll be angry.”
“Wouldn’t want that.” Bill mumbled into the dirt.
“What?” Remus had stood.
“Nothing.”
Remus waited, but Bill remained silent. “If you weren’t so stubborn, you could be spending the night in a warm bed yourself, instead of trussed up on the damp forest floor, you know that, don’t you? You can control this, but first, you have to accept that this is part of what you are.”
Bill kept his eyes closed and his face turned away. Remus gave an exasperated sigh, and Bill heard the rustle of clothing. A crack told Bill that the werewolf had gone.
Bill tested the spell and found that his head was the only thing he could move. He nudged at the jacket, trying to make it more comfortable. It smelled of Remus – of his anger and his arousal and himself. Bill inhaled deeply. For some reason, the smell comforted him, rather than stirring his ire. He hurt all over. There were a couple of ribs he thought might be cracked, his gut ached from the beating, and his head felt as though a mule had kicked him. He wasn’t even going to think about his balls.
He could have killed someone. The way things were going, it was more likely he would have been killed, but it would not have been for lack of effort and desire on his part. Bill stared out at the darkened forest. He had wanted to kill – the first scent of blood and he had lost all control. He would have killed – or been killed – if Remus hadn’t showed up.
”I sensed your need and found you. That’s what we wolves do.”
Wolves.
“I am a wolf.” Bill whispered the words.
He felt a stirring in his body, and he strained against the spell.
“I am a wolf.” Bill said the words a little louder.
The forest seemed to grow still around him, listening to his words of discovery.
He shivered, despite the warming spell. He could no longer pretend that everything was normal, that he was only feeling a little testy, that it was all Remus’ doing – that if he ignored it, it would go away.
Bill turned his face into the jacket and sobbed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Bill awoke with a shiver. The spells were gone and the sun was breaking the horizon. He hadn’t slept long – the sky was already growing pale in the east when last he’d looked.
He stood slowly, painfully, and assessed himself. He was filthy. Dirt, garbage... blood... stained his clothes. The sight and smell of the dried blood stirred him, but he clamped down on the feelings and cast his cleansing spells.
Bill had come to a few conclusions during the small hours of the morning. Remus was right – about some things, anyway. Many instincts of the wolf were now part of who he was. But Bill knew he could control them. He didn’t need Remus for that. He could do it if he tried hard enough. He didn’t need... didn’t need.... Well, he didn’t need Remus. All right. Yes, he had gotten a certain perverse enjoyment out of the werewolf’s touch, but he didn’t need it. It was only because Remus was near, because Remus baited him that he had wanted... those things.
Mine.
Bill closed his eyes. Remus had saved his arse – there were no two ways around that. He would have died in that alley without Remus’ intervention, and seeing as he carried no identification, his mother – no one – would ever have known what had happened to him. He owed Remus his life, but he wasn’t going to pay the debt with his body.
Mine.
No.
Bill picked up the jacket and shook it free of leaves and dirt. Remus’ scent flooded his nostrils. Slowly, against his will, he brought the jacket to his face. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply.
Mine.
The scent didn’t arouse his anger, didn’t arouse feelings of defiance. It was the scent of his Alpha, and it calmed him.
Bill stood, head bowed, arms hanging defeated at his sides. He had made his decision: he would challenge Remus no more. But he would try and avoid him because he didn’t want.... No. He didn’t want that, either. He didn’t want to fight, and he wouldn’t. He could control himself.
Bill threw the jacket over his shoulder and headed for the Burrow. He showered, healed his wounds, changed, fell onto the bed, and was asleep in minutes.
~
The house was still when he awoke. Groggy, with a hangover and a head that felt as though it had been bounced off a brick wall half a dozen times, Bill made his way to the kitchen where he poured himself a large glass of milk.
A soft sound startled him and he turned to see Fleur in the doorway, a book in her hand, her index finger marking her place.
“Is no one else here?”
“No. They all went to Diagon Alley. Are you alright?” She came toward him, setting her book on the counter and slipping her arms around his waist.
Bill set down his glass, enveloped her in his arms and nuzzled his face into her hair. “I’m fine, love.” He raised his head and she turned her face up, reaching for a kiss. Her mouth was soft and yielding, and he deepened the kiss instantly.
There was no resistance from Fleur and for some reason, this caused a surge of something akin to anger in Bill. All his resolve to control himself, all his certainty that the aggression was safely subdued, fled. He pushed her harder, needing to feel some resistance, some answering push. His arousal leapt full-blown into being and he pulled her roughly against him.
When he released her and pulled back to look into her eyes, he saw an answering flush of desire on her skin, a feverish light in her eyes. His blood came to an instant boil and he scooped her up in his arms, heading for the living room couch where he dropped heavily on to the cushions, Fleur still his arms.
Fleur gave a nervous laugh. “Here? What if someone comes home?”
“They won’t.” Bill’s hands were tearing at her clothing. When a button didn’t cooperate straight away, he yanked, sending it spinning across the room.
“Bill!” It was hard to tell if her soft cry was meant to calm him or spur him on, but the first wouldn’t have worked, and the second wasn’t needed.
Giving up on her clothes, he pushed her skirts up to her waist and yanked off her knickers with one hand, as the other fumbled with the fastenings of his jeans. She struggled to position herself more favorably and met his first thrust eagerly, crying out as he buried himself in her warmth, wrapping her legs around him and pulling him closer.
Bill thrust hard, desperate for a resistance he wasn’t feeling, remembering, against his will, the sensation of Remus’ tight hold on his cock, the rough feel of the wolf’s hands as he stroked him with a merciless grip.
He yanked out of Fleur, not even hearing her mewl of protest. “Turn over,” he growled, moving briefly to allow her to comply. Once she was on her belly, he grabbed her hips, pulling her up to her knees and thrusting inside her again. She pushed back eagerly, meeting him stroke for stroke, but it wasn’t enough.
Bill growled in frustration, needing more – the feel of rough hands on his body, more resistance, more struggle… just more. He pulled out of her, repositioned his cock higher, against her other entrance, and leaned into her.
“Bill!” This time there was no doubt as to Fleur’s anxiety as she tried to pull away.
Bill leaned harder, the blood that was raging in his veins making him deaf to her pleas.
”Bill!” Fleur struggled, trying to pull away, but his fingers dug into her hips, bruising the tender flesh. Remus had gripped him so, holding him easily as Bill had struggled against the other wolf.
Frustrated at his lack of success, Bill thrust hard and the head of his cock penetrated her. Yes! Gods, no wonder Remus loved this… so tight… so hot. He just needed to push harder.
Fleur screamed and fought like a tigress. “Bill, no! Stop it!”
He continued to lean into her, a strong steady pressure that was sinking his cock slowly but surely. Her struggles only made his desire to dominate her stronger. He would have this, all of this. This was why Remus acted like such a bloody prick. This was….
”You’re hurting me!”
The cry pierced Bill’s feverish brain and yanked him back to the present, the sudden realization of what he was doing making him almost sick. He jerked away from her, causing her to cry out in pain again, and making him dizzy with guilt. She was crying and as soon as she was free of him, she turned over, moved up against the end of the couch and drew up her knees protectively.
“Fleur, Fleur, I’m sorry.” Bill reached a hand toward her face but she pulled back. “Please, I didn’t mean it - Fleur!”
“What were you doing? Are you an animal?” She was trembling and crying, clutching at her torn clothes. “You hurt me!” her cry was outraged.
“Fleur, it’s not me – you know it’s not me. It’s the moon. I would never hurt you.” He touched her shoulder and she flinched away, gathering herself and fleeing from the room.
Bill stared in disbelief at what he had done, shame and guilt washing over him.
"There's something you need to understand, Bill. That bite changed everything for you – “
Bill pushed off the couch, almost throwing himself across the room.
”If you need anything...”
He hastily stuffed his still-hard cock back into his jeans and bolted. Stumbling down the steps, he pulled out his wand, and taking a deep breath, closed his eyes and concentrated.
~
Bill banged on the heavy wooden door to Tonks’ place, panting from running the last block from the Apparation point. He bounced up and down on the balls of his feet, feeling as though he was going to crawl out of his skin. Impatient, he pounded the door with his fist again, only seconds after the first time, and the door was pulled open so quickly that he almost fell over the threshold.
Remus was there wearing nothing but a pair of jeans and a day’s growth of whiskers. He was bleary-eyed and rumpled and had clearly been asleep. He grabbed Bill’s arm, yanked him into the hallway and drove him up against the wall.
“What’s happened?” The demand was growled inches from Bill’s face.
“Fleur... gods... Remus.... I couldn’t help myself!”
Remus’ fist closed in the fabric of Bill’s shirt front, and his voice was a menacing hiss. “What have you done?”
~~
to be continued in Chapter 7
Title: Alpha Wolf
Chapter 6, Zeta
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.
Bill lay over the counter gasping as he clenched and unclenched his fists. His body still shuddered with the force of his release and his eyes were tightly shut against the world.
"Do thank your mother for dinner for me, would you?"
The slightly mocking voice still echoed in his ears and a stifled sob of anger and frustration escaped him as he reached down to pull his jeans back up over his trembling body.
That bastard! That fucking prick!
The thought of what Remus had demanded of him, of what he himself had done eagerly, made his stomach heave, and it was all he could do not to waste his mother’s most excellent dinner. He leaned over the sink, spitting and rinsing his mouth and spitting again.
“...obey, or you won't get what you want."
He hadn’t wanted it! Gods. He splashed cold water over his face.
Yes, he had wanted it. He had been desperate for it. The sight, the smell, the silken feel of Remus’ cock against his face – but, to do that.
You liked it, and you want to do it again, don't you?"
Bill moaned and slumped down the cabinets to sit on the floor. It had felt so incredible in his mouth - hard and hot and he had wanted it all, sucking as though the only thing that mattered was getting a mouthful of Remus... of his Alpha. Sucking and growling and worrying that cock as though it were a bone. And the harder he sucked, the more Remus liked it, the more Remus wanted it – he was certain of that.
"Two choices, Bill: you can spend the rest of your life challenging me, or you can give in and submit to an arrangement with me, whereby you give me what I want, and in return, I give you what you want. It's very easy tonight – suck my cock, and you'll get your reward."
His reward. Bill groaned and tipped his head back, his eyes closed, his body beginning to stir again.
What Remus had done to him…. Gods, he didn’t even care – it had felt so incredible, so right, he couldn’t even feel violated. He knew if he were in the same room with the wolf again, he’d likely get down on his knees and beg for the chance to have it again. All of it.
He pulled his knees to his chest, wrapped his arms around them tightly and buried his face. He didn’t want to live like that. He didn’t want to want those things. That wasn’t him.
"The moon, Bill...."
Bill whimpered. He didn’t want it to be true, but the way he felt around Remus....
"If you don't take your anger, and your rage, and your lust out on me – someone who can handle it – then you are going to accidentally take it out on one of those good people in there, and someone's going to get hurt."
I wouldn’t... I’d never... Bill shuddered as he remembered his barely controlled response to the twins' teasing – something he usually hardly noticed.
It was the wolf. Having Remus there was what did it. He had to stay away from Remus. Bill dragged himself up and looked around the kitchen with bleary eyes.
“Oh, sure. Go off and leave me with all the washing up.” The absurdity of that statement made him shake his head as he set to work. Soon everything was neat and clean and he uncharmed the door. He almost collided with Fred on his way out.
“Eat all the brownies?”
“No.” Bill’s tone was vague, his mind elsewhere. On his body, to be exact. He couldn’t help going over and over the events of the evening, though he tried to force his mind elsewhere.
He made excuses to everybody, pleading a headache, and headed up to his room. Fleur followed, offering to keep him “company,” and he snapped at her. Somehow, her softness, her willingness – the very things that had drawn him to her in the first place – annoyed him tonight. After what had happened in the kitchen, he would have welcomed a fight more than gentle accommodation.
She bit her lip, her eyes tearing up, and he enfolded her in his arms. Guilt warred with impatience as he held her close. “I’m sorry, love.” He smoothed her hair from her face. “Maybe Remus has something, you know? Maybe it is the moon.”
“Oh, Bill...” She clung to him and it was all he could do not to push her away.
“Please, I just need to be by myself.” He did his best to keep the edge from his voice.
Fleur kissed him on the cheek and continued on down the hall to her own room, leaving Bill to close his door against the world and flop, fully clothed, onto his bed.
"Will you scream for me, werewolf?"
Bill gasped as the voice came, unbidden, to his mind. Unconsciously, his hand moved to his cock. It seemed to be in a constant state of erection these last few days. Except... except after Remus had ‘rewarded’ him.
I want you to enjoy something...
Oh, gods! Bill’s hands fumbled with his jeans, pulling them aside and releasing his straining cock. He fisted himself hard, squirming on the bed, longing for the feel of Remus’ fingers pressing into him just... there.
”Come for me...”
Bill whimpered and his other hand came up and wrapped around his balls. ”Good boy.”
He tried to muffle his cries as he came with a force that arched his back and rocked his world.
One arm flung over his face, he lay gasping, feeling utterly defeated. When he regained his composure, he cast a quick cleaning charm, rolled over, and still fully dressed, fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
~
He wasn’t sure what time it was when he awoke. The house was quiet, but then, nobody stayed up very late. The moonbeams slanted across the floor of the room, giving him more than enough light by which to see. He rose, straightened his clothes and looked out into the yard. It seemed extraordinarily bright; even some of the colors were visible in the light of the nearly full moon. Lots of light. Plenty of light for hunting.
A rabbit moved in the garden and Bill felt an electric surge course through his body. Prey. He started to move stealthily toward the door and was almost into the hall when he froze.
What the fuck was he doing?
Frightened, he ducked back into the room and huddled into a ball in the corner, his mind screaming at him incoherently, teetering on the edge of panic. What had he been thinking? He hadn’t been thinking, that was the point. He had seen the rabbit and reacted. Reacted like a wolf, not like a man. He was not a wolf. He was a man. His mind raged at him, calling him names and berating him as though he had cast an Unforgivable.
But his blood would not be denied. Bill rose, pacing the room, glancing out the window at the moonlit night. He was restless, jumpy, his blood pounding in his ears. He wanted... he wanted... something.
Bill bolted from the room, moving quietly through the sleeping house. Once outside, he drew his wand, thought a moment, and Apparated to London.
~
The bar was smoky, dingy and Muggle. It was crowded, noisy, and the men wore a lot of leather. The women wore tight clothes, heavy make-up, and had cold and knowing eyes. Several quick shots in succession and Bill was spoiling for a fight. The blood surged through his veins, burning him with its intensity, pounding in time with the blaring music.
He wasn’t sure how it happened, as things were taking on a hazy, disassociated quality. A leering look at a woman, a defiant stare at her escort, a careless shove – but hardly an hour later he found himself in a dark alley, clawing and fighting for his life, magic forgotten as the scent of blood drove him to a frenzy
There were four of them. He was much stronger, but he was drunk – drunker than they were – and they seemed to be more accustomed to fighting. Bill had ferocity on his side, and he did a bit of damage before one of them felled him with a particularly hard punch to the jaw. Once he was down, they set about kicking him until he was rolled into a ball, cursing and swearing and still trying to regain the advantage by grabbing a foot.
A large boot was about to come down on his hand when the owner of the boot was suddenly picked up and tossed across the alley.
Bill watched through a haze of blood and alcohol as one of the other men went sailing through the air as well. The remaining two grabbed their friends and scrambled out of the alley.
Rough hands lifted him to his feet and slammed him against the wall.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” The voice was a furious rasp, but there was still no doubt in Bill’s fogged brain as to whom it belonged.
“What did I tell you, you stupid fuckwit!”
Bill found himself sailing through the air with a feeling of eerie weightlessness to land on a pile of empty boxes. Remus was on him immediately, hauling him up by his hair and driving him back against the wall again.
“What do you want? For the Muggle and Wizard authorities to argue over whose prison you’re going to rot in for murder?”
Bill wiped his bloody jaw with the back of a hand when Remus released him. “I don’t think I was winning.”
“I ought to fucking finish the job, you know that?” Remus was pacing, short, angry strides that never took him far from Bill. The smell of an anger that bypassed fury and went straight to maniacal rolled off Remus in acrid waves. The man was growling. Together, the scent and sound rekindled the anger that was never far under Bill’s surface these days.
“What the fuck business is it of yours, anyway?” Bill yelled at Remus, the anger and alcohol making him reckless.
Quick as a cat, Remus picked him up and again threw him onto the squashed boxes.
As soon as Bill dragged himself to his feet, Remus grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, shaking him the way an angry dog shakes a bothersome puppy.
“What did I tell you? What?” He banged Bill against the wall with each question.
Bill whimpered in pain but didn’t answer.
“I told you – ” Remus' voice was a deep growl, his control clearly hanging by a thread. “You come to me when you want to fight. Are you such a hopeless imbecile that you can’t get that straight?”
Bill pushed him away. “This isn’t about you!” He shook his head, sobering up fast. “What are you doing here, anyway?”
Bill felt his mouth go dry as Remus approached, stopping inches from him. The werewolf’s gaze fixed on the corner of Bill’s bloody mouth and slowly, the tip of Remus’ tongue came out to lick his lips. Now there was another smell mixed with the anger and the wolf. Bill shivered as he recognized the scent of an almost overpowering lust.
After a few seconds, Remus shook himself and refocused on Bill’s eyes. “Do you remember what else I told you tonight?” When Bill didn’t answer, Remus leaned in, his whisper caressing Bill’s face. “Mine.” Remus straightened up and stared at Bill through narrowed eyes. “You are in my pack. I sensed your need and found you. That’s what we wolves do. You’re mine, wolf, and I protect what’s mine.”
Bill groaned. All his blood seemed to be pooling in his groin. He watched the werewolf pace again, his stride light, springy, coiled, and he felt as though he was going to pass out from need. Desperate for support, he spread his arms against the wall, his fingers gripping at the brick as though the rough surface could keep him upright. “Remus...”
It was a hoarse whisper, filled with raw emotion, and Remus stopped. Slowly, he turned toward Bill, his nostrils flaring as he took in the scent of the bloody, aroused young wolf.
“Please...” Bill was beyond caring. All he knew was that if his Alpha didn’t touch him, he would surely die.
Remus reached him in a single stride and pushed his face close to Bill’s. “You want to be rewarded? You behave like the worst kind of idiot and you beg me for reward?”
Bill fell to his knees, reaching for the waistband of Remus’ trousers, knowing nothing but his desperate need.
A sharp cuff to the side of the head sent Bill sprawling. When he pushed himself to his hands and knees, a boot in the stomach sent him tumbling again. Gagging and choking, he was hauled to his feet and once more slammed into the wall.
“Control yourself, wolf.” The voice was a deadly whisper and Bill could feel Remus’ hand trembling where it gripped his shirt, pressing into his throat.
But any instincts of pride and self-preservation had fled in the face of the desire that flooded Bill’s body. “Please, Remus, just... gods... just touch me.”
“I’ll touch you.” Remus brought his knee up sharply into Bill’s groin.
Bill screamed and Remus stepped back as the young wolf fell to the pavement and vomited onto the stones.
When Bill stopped heaving, a fist wound into his hair and hauled him to his feet. An arm hooked around his neck and he felt the sudden squeeze of Apparation. He stumbled on uneven ground, then fell as he found himself pushed roughly away. Remus moved him onto his side and before he could struggle, Bill felt a binding spell wrap around him.
“You’re on the hill behind the Burrow – I’m sure you’re familiar with the scent of the ground here?” The question was snide.
“Why are you doing this?” Bill’s cried out.
Remus dropped to one knee beside him and pushed the hair out of Bill’s face. “Because you’re young and stupid and you have very little time left to learn.” He removed his own jacket and rolled it into a ball, then lifted Bill’s head and shoved it underneath.
Bill took a deep breath as a warming spell enveloped him, locking out the chill of the night. He smelled the forest floor, he smelled Remus’ anger, and he smelled... Remus’ arousal.
“These spells will dissolve with the rising sun. I suggest you spend the intervening hours thinking. The full moon is tomorrow –“ He glanced at the sky – “tonight, and I won’t be able to help you once it rises. I’ll be at Tonks’ until about an hour and a half before moonrise. If you need anything, come to me.” He grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked. “Is that understood?”
Bill yelped. “Yes!”
“Are you sure you understand it this time, wolf?” Remus shook him by the hair.
Bill squeezed his eyes shut. His head was pounding from the abuse and the alcohol. “Yes.”
“Good. You pulled me from a warm bed and a willing woman. Do it again and I’ll be angry.”
“Wouldn’t want that.” Bill mumbled into the dirt.
“What?” Remus had stood.
“Nothing.”
Remus waited, but Bill remained silent. “If you weren’t so stubborn, you could be spending the night in a warm bed yourself, instead of trussed up on the damp forest floor, you know that, don’t you? You can control this, but first, you have to accept that this is part of what you are.”
Bill kept his eyes closed and his face turned away. Remus gave an exasperated sigh, and Bill heard the rustle of clothing. A crack told Bill that the werewolf had gone.
Bill tested the spell and found that his head was the only thing he could move. He nudged at the jacket, trying to make it more comfortable. It smelled of Remus – of his anger and his arousal and himself. Bill inhaled deeply. For some reason, the smell comforted him, rather than stirring his ire. He hurt all over. There were a couple of ribs he thought might be cracked, his gut ached from the beating, and his head felt as though a mule had kicked him. He wasn’t even going to think about his balls.
He could have killed someone. The way things were going, it was more likely he would have been killed, but it would not have been for lack of effort and desire on his part. Bill stared out at the darkened forest. He had wanted to kill – the first scent of blood and he had lost all control. He would have killed – or been killed – if Remus hadn’t showed up.
”I sensed your need and found you. That’s what we wolves do.”
Wolves.
“I am a wolf.” Bill whispered the words.
He felt a stirring in his body, and he strained against the spell.
“I am a wolf.” Bill said the words a little louder.
The forest seemed to grow still around him, listening to his words of discovery.
He shivered, despite the warming spell. He could no longer pretend that everything was normal, that he was only feeling a little testy, that it was all Remus’ doing – that if he ignored it, it would go away.
Bill turned his face into the jacket and sobbed.
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Bill awoke with a shiver. The spells were gone and the sun was breaking the horizon. He hadn’t slept long – the sky was already growing pale in the east when last he’d looked.
He stood slowly, painfully, and assessed himself. He was filthy. Dirt, garbage... blood... stained his clothes. The sight and smell of the dried blood stirred him, but he clamped down on the feelings and cast his cleansing spells.
Bill had come to a few conclusions during the small hours of the morning. Remus was right – about some things, anyway. Many instincts of the wolf were now part of who he was. But Bill knew he could control them. He didn’t need Remus for that. He could do it if he tried hard enough. He didn’t need... didn’t need.... Well, he didn’t need Remus. All right. Yes, he had gotten a certain perverse enjoyment out of the werewolf’s touch, but he didn’t need it. It was only because Remus was near, because Remus baited him that he had wanted... those things.
Mine.
Bill closed his eyes. Remus had saved his arse – there were no two ways around that. He would have died in that alley without Remus’ intervention, and seeing as he carried no identification, his mother – no one – would ever have known what had happened to him. He owed Remus his life, but he wasn’t going to pay the debt with his body.
Mine.
No.
Bill picked up the jacket and shook it free of leaves and dirt. Remus’ scent flooded his nostrils. Slowly, against his will, he brought the jacket to his face. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply.
Mine.
The scent didn’t arouse his anger, didn’t arouse feelings of defiance. It was the scent of his Alpha, and it calmed him.
Bill stood, head bowed, arms hanging defeated at his sides. He had made his decision: he would challenge Remus no more. But he would try and avoid him because he didn’t want.... No. He didn’t want that, either. He didn’t want to fight, and he wouldn’t. He could control himself.
Bill threw the jacket over his shoulder and headed for the Burrow. He showered, healed his wounds, changed, fell onto the bed, and was asleep in minutes.
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The house was still when he awoke. Groggy, with a hangover and a head that felt as though it had been bounced off a brick wall half a dozen times, Bill made his way to the kitchen where he poured himself a large glass of milk.
A soft sound startled him and he turned to see Fleur in the doorway, a book in her hand, her index finger marking her place.
“Is no one else here?”
“No. They all went to Diagon Alley. Are you alright?” She came toward him, setting her book on the counter and slipping her arms around his waist.
Bill set down his glass, enveloped her in his arms and nuzzled his face into her hair. “I’m fine, love.” He raised his head and she turned her face up, reaching for a kiss. Her mouth was soft and yielding, and he deepened the kiss instantly.
There was no resistance from Fleur and for some reason, this caused a surge of something akin to anger in Bill. All his resolve to control himself, all his certainty that the aggression was safely subdued, fled. He pushed her harder, needing to feel some resistance, some answering push. His arousal leapt full-blown into being and he pulled her roughly against him.
When he released her and pulled back to look into her eyes, he saw an answering flush of desire on her skin, a feverish light in her eyes. His blood came to an instant boil and he scooped her up in his arms, heading for the living room couch where he dropped heavily on to the cushions, Fleur still his arms.
Fleur gave a nervous laugh. “Here? What if someone comes home?”
“They won’t.” Bill’s hands were tearing at her clothing. When a button didn’t cooperate straight away, he yanked, sending it spinning across the room.
“Bill!” It was hard to tell if her soft cry was meant to calm him or spur him on, but the first wouldn’t have worked, and the second wasn’t needed.
Giving up on her clothes, he pushed her skirts up to her waist and yanked off her knickers with one hand, as the other fumbled with the fastenings of his jeans. She struggled to position herself more favorably and met his first thrust eagerly, crying out as he buried himself in her warmth, wrapping her legs around him and pulling him closer.
Bill thrust hard, desperate for a resistance he wasn’t feeling, remembering, against his will, the sensation of Remus’ tight hold on his cock, the rough feel of the wolf’s hands as he stroked him with a merciless grip.
He yanked out of Fleur, not even hearing her mewl of protest. “Turn over,” he growled, moving briefly to allow her to comply. Once she was on her belly, he grabbed her hips, pulling her up to her knees and thrusting inside her again. She pushed back eagerly, meeting him stroke for stroke, but it wasn’t enough.
Bill growled in frustration, needing more – the feel of rough hands on his body, more resistance, more struggle… just more. He pulled out of her, repositioned his cock higher, against her other entrance, and leaned into her.
“Bill!” This time there was no doubt as to Fleur’s anxiety as she tried to pull away.
Bill leaned harder, the blood that was raging in his veins making him deaf to her pleas.
”Bill!” Fleur struggled, trying to pull away, but his fingers dug into her hips, bruising the tender flesh. Remus had gripped him so, holding him easily as Bill had struggled against the other wolf.
Frustrated at his lack of success, Bill thrust hard and the head of his cock penetrated her. Yes! Gods, no wonder Remus loved this… so tight… so hot. He just needed to push harder.
Fleur screamed and fought like a tigress. “Bill, no! Stop it!”
He continued to lean into her, a strong steady pressure that was sinking his cock slowly but surely. Her struggles only made his desire to dominate her stronger. He would have this, all of this. This was why Remus acted like such a bloody prick. This was….
”You’re hurting me!”
The cry pierced Bill’s feverish brain and yanked him back to the present, the sudden realization of what he was doing making him almost sick. He jerked away from her, causing her to cry out in pain again, and making him dizzy with guilt. She was crying and as soon as she was free of him, she turned over, moved up against the end of the couch and drew up her knees protectively.
“Fleur, Fleur, I’m sorry.” Bill reached a hand toward her face but she pulled back. “Please, I didn’t mean it - Fleur!”
“What were you doing? Are you an animal?” She was trembling and crying, clutching at her torn clothes. “You hurt me!” her cry was outraged.
“Fleur, it’s not me – you know it’s not me. It’s the moon. I would never hurt you.” He touched her shoulder and she flinched away, gathering herself and fleeing from the room.
Bill stared in disbelief at what he had done, shame and guilt washing over him.
"There's something you need to understand, Bill. That bite changed everything for you – “
Bill pushed off the couch, almost throwing himself across the room.
”If you need anything...”
He hastily stuffed his still-hard cock back into his jeans and bolted. Stumbling down the steps, he pulled out his wand, and taking a deep breath, closed his eyes and concentrated.
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Bill banged on the heavy wooden door to Tonks’ place, panting from running the last block from the Apparation point. He bounced up and down on the balls of his feet, feeling as though he was going to crawl out of his skin. Impatient, he pounded the door with his fist again, only seconds after the first time, and the door was pulled open so quickly that he almost fell over the threshold.
Remus was there wearing nothing but a pair of jeans and a day’s growth of whiskers. He was bleary-eyed and rumpled and had clearly been asleep. He grabbed Bill’s arm, yanked him into the hallway and drove him up against the wall.
“What’s happened?” The demand was growled inches from Bill’s face.
“Fleur... gods... Remus.... I couldn’t help myself!”
Remus’ fist closed in the fabric of Bill’s shirt front, and his voice was a menacing hiss. “What have you done?”
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to be continued in Chapter 7