Fic: ~Alpha Wolf~ NC-17
Title: Alpha Wolf
Chapter 8, Omega
Authors: smoke and 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.


~~Omega~~

Bill awoke with a start. The morning sun showed him that it was still early, as did the sprawled bodies of the twins, asleep in the armchairs by the fireplace. He rose from the couch and stretched, feeling the pull in the stiffness of his entire body. He moved his neck gingerly – it was kinked from several hours of sleeping on the couch.

Quietly, he moved over and studied his sleeping brothers. Fred had a black eye from a punch Bill had thrown about midnight. He smiled at the twins. They had been brilliant – steady, comforting, unfailingly good-natured, and willing to do whatever it took to keep their brother safe. He owed them.

Tiptoeing to the kitchen, he wasn't surprised to find his mother at the stove.

"Tea?"

He kissed her cheek and gratefully accepted a steaming mug.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" She looked a little pale, and very tired.

Bill chuckled. "Well, no one was hurt – except for the shiner I gave Fred – and the house wasn't destroyed, so I guess it went fairly well." He sobered. "I'm sorry, Mum."

His mother gave him a fierce hug. "Never you mind about apologizing. Now that we know what to expect, next time won't be so bad."

"I guess it wasn't bad, really. At least I don't turn into some killer beast that has to be locked away." He smiled ruefully. "Charlie's had temper tantrums as bad as what I went through."

"That's true."

He noticed a tear slide down his mother's cheek. "Mum? What is it? I didn't transform – I'm not a full werewolf. Why are you crying?"

She dashed the tear away with the back of her hand and smiled. "I'm relieved, is all." Her eyes filled with tears again. "I'm so relieved." Bill wrapped his arms around her and rocked her gently. It was only a few moments before she pulled away, wiping her tears on a corner of her apron and laughing quietly. "I'm sorry, love."

"'S alright." He kissed the top of her head. Yes, he had been very lucky. A bad temper, kept in line by his brothers, and it really hadn't been a bad night – thanks, in large part, to Remus' advice, coaching, and willingness to let him work out some rather serious sexual aggression in that alley yesterday afternoon.

Sexual aggression. Shit.

"Fleur," he choked out, trying to keep his voice even. "Have you seen her, Mum – is she all right?" He felt close to panic as he realized he had not seen his fiancée since that awful moment yesterday morning, Fred and George having shackled him to the fireplace and warded the doors as soon as he'd arrived home yesterday.

"She's fine, dear. Tonks came by last night and took her out for a drink – said she'd stay in London, to give you your space."

Bill nodded, releasing the breath he'd been holding. He wasn't happy with the reason for it, but he was glad that Fleur had stayed away last night. Now that he knew what he was capable of as the moon neared, he would have to make damn sure she was safely out of his reach next month – if she would even take him back. He glanced back at his mother. "Did she… say anything… about me?" he asked, fearing the worst.

"Just something about making sure your new house has a basement with padded walls, for you to tumble around in during the moon." She gave him a weak smile, her eyes tearing up again. "Oh, Bill…"

"Shh, Mum, it's all right, it's all right." He gave her another hug before turning towards the door, his mind on Remus. He owed the man – for a lot of things. Remus. Where had he gone? Had he been alone? In his concern for his own well-being last night, and his own terror of what might befall him when the moon rose, Bill had neglected to ask after Remus' arrangements for his own transformation.

He glanced into the adjoining room at his still-sleeping siblings. They had been godsends for him. Who had Remus had?

"I sensed your need and found you. That's what we wolves do".

"Mum, I'm going to find Remus." Bill was already moving toward the door. He hardly heard his mother's farewell as he pulled out his wand and Apparated to London.

The streets were still fairly empty in the early morning hours. Shops were closed and he only met one wizard as he hurried toward Tonks' place. Bounding up the steps, he knocked loudly and fidgeted until a bleary-eyed, rumpled Tonks opened the door.

"Gods, Bill, you're going to wake the whole neighborhood with that racket. Fleur's still asleep – and probably doesn't want to see you yet, anyway." She peered at him, then moved back to allow him entrance. "You all right?"

"I'm fine, Tonks. Sorry. I don't want to wake Fleur up – can you tell her I'll… I don't know, we'll talk later. Look, is Remus home?"

She shook her head and started back toward the kitchen, beckoning him to follow. "No. He goes to Grimmauld Place after he transforms – he keeps a few things there still." She yawned hugely as she put on the kettle. "Said he likes some time alone." She shrugged, a forlorn look on her face. "Want some tea?"

"No thanks." Bill turned and was gone, leaving Tonks blinking in the sunlit kitchen.

~~~~~

Grimmauld Place was gloomier than Bill ever remembered. Without the Order's regular presence, and his mother's efforts to make it habitable, the house was quickly sinking back into its former state of dilapidation.

Bill moved through the wards and slipped quietly inside the front door. The house was still as he climbed the stairs, heading for the room Remus had occupied during the marginally happy time when Sirius had lived here. He stood in front of the bedroom door, not quite sure how to proceed – he didn't want to startle Remus, but he wasn't sure how to announce his presence without doing just that.

"Come in, Bill," the tired voice drifted through the door.

Of course Remus would know he was there, either by sound, or smell, or both. It was very difficult to sneak up on a werewolf.

Bill entered the room, suddenly unsure of why he had come. Remus was in the process of peeling off his shirt, which appeared to be stuck to the skin on the back of his shoulder by a large patch of dried blood. He was pale and looked exhausted, and besides the bloody shoulder, there was an ugly gash across his belly, and a jagged scrape along his jaw.

When Bill didn't say anything, Remus looked up. "How was your night?"

"A hell of a lot better than yours, by the look of it." Before he could even think about what he was doing, Bill was across the room, pushing Remus' hands aside and taking over the task of easing the shirt off what looked to be a rather deep cut. The shirt was not torn, indicating he had not been wearing it when the injury occurred, but the blood had dried, sealing the fabric to the wound.

Remus drew a sharp breath between his teeth as Bill pulled the last bit of shirt free.

"Sorry."

Remus just shook his head as Bill looked at the wound. Some of the scabbing had been pulled away, and blood leaked from the torn skin. Bill stared, mesmerized, undefined feelings welling and tumbling inside him, until without thinking, he leaned forward and swiped his tongue over the cut. Remus' skin twitched under his touch, but he didn't pull away, and again Bill ran his tongue over the damaged skin. Over and over again he used long swipes of his tongue to clean the wound of dried blood and dirt, licking until the flow of blood had slowed and finally stopped.

It wasn't until he was done that Bill felt a shock that rocked him back on his heels. What was he doing? His eyes flew to Remus' face and found the older man watching him closely.

"I..." Bill swallowed, not having any idea what to say.

"It's all right, Bill. No, don't look like that – you're not some kind of monster." Remus tossed the bloody shirt into the corner.

Bill's eyes dropped to the gash across Remus' belly, then slowly, as though against his will, he dropped to his knees, leaned in, and proceeded to clean that wound as he had the other. Remus rested a light hand on Bill's shoulder while the young man worked.

The belly wound wasn't as bad, and it wasn't long before Bill sat back on his heels, and after only a moment's hesitation, reached with trembling hands for the waistband of Remus' trousers. He pulled the clothing down and wasn't sure if he was relieved or disappointed to see the older man's flaccid cock. He pushed off shoes and socks, trousers and pants, and stood. With a gentle touch, he urged Remus toward the bathroom.

"Where were you last night?"

"In the forest." Remus sighed. "Eastern Europe – it doesn't matter just where."

"With Stefan?" Bill tried, unsuccessfully, to keep his voice neutral.

Remus shook his head. "Stefan is long dead, I'm afraid. It's too bad; he was a good man."

With a frown, Bill busied himself with adjusting the water in the shower. When he glanced back over his shoulder he found Remus watching him, an amused look on his face.

"Some werewolves are good men."

"I didn't mean…" Bill felt himself flush and looked away again. "I know that. I just…"

Remus cocked his head. "Are you jealous?"

"No!"

"Mm. Are you asking if I have any other young wolves in my pack?"

Bill took a deep breath and looked Remus in the eyes. "Yeah, that's what I'm asking."

"That's not your concern, is it?" Remus' voice had an edge to it that told Bill not to argue, but after a moment Remus smiled. "But no, Bill. Right now, you're the only one." Bill opened his mouth to say something but Remus forestalled him. "Water's hot."

Bill shed his clothes quickly as the room filled with steam. When he was naked, he followed Remus under the hot, soothing spray. Remus winced as the stream of hot water hit his shoulder, but he closed his eyes and gradually relaxed. Bill grabbed the soap and went to work on Remus' unresisting body, cleaning the injuries carefully, along with every other square inch of the man's skin.

He was thorough, his heart beating a bit faster as his hands worked the soap down Remus' stomach and lower, gently gliding his fingers over the werewolf's genitals. He felt his face heat at the memory of what Remus' cock normally felt like to his touch, and looked up to find the older man's eyes closed, deep breaths making his nostrils flare as he leaned back into the water.

"That's nice," Remus murmured in response to Bill's soapy hands, but as Remus neither encouraged Bill's advances nor initiated his own, Bill continued his task, finishing by washing Remus' hair. The taller man bent his head forward and sighed as Bill massaged his scalp.

With Remus taken care of, Bill gave himself a quick scrub, ignoring his own cock. Would he never be in this man's presence again without getting a hard-on?

He scrubbed at his own hair almost angrily. A soft touch on his arm stopped him, and as his eyes were shut tight against the soap, he moved his hands blindly to his sides when Remus guided them. Remus' hands were firm and efficient as they washed and rinsed Bill's hair, squeezing the excess water from the long strands when he was done. Turning off the water, Remus gave Bill a nudge and they stepped from the tub. Bill used his wand to dry them both, then cast a careful Healing charm on Remus' shoulder and belly. Once the skin was neatly knitted, he found some Wound Ease in the cabinet and spread some over the sensitive areas with a light touch.

He was wiping his hands on a towel when Remus touched him. Hooking the leg of a stool with his foot and dragging it over, he pushed Bill onto it with a gentle hand. Bill sat facing the mirror as Remus picked up a comb and started to work the tangles out of Bill's long hair. He worked in silence, Bill watching him in the mirror. Remus' touch was businesslike, with no caresses or lingering strokes. When he was done, he set the comb aside.

"Stand up." The words were soft, but no less authoritative.

Bill stood. Remus pushed the stool out of the way and moved close behind Bill, not quite touching him, but close enough for Bill to feel the heat of his body. He looked over Bill's shoulder into the mirror, and Bill lowered his eyes.

"Look in the mirror." The voice was a whisper.

Bill raised his eyes, trying not to see the scar that twisted half his face and ran in a wide, vivid sweep from his left shoulder to his right hip.

"What do you see?"

The voice stirred the hair by his ear and he dropped his eyes in shame.

"Look." The command was sharp, though the voice remained low.

Bill raised his eyes to Remus' and couldn't help the flush of shame that burned through him.

"Do you know what I see?"

Bill shook his head.

"I see a beautiful, strong, young werewolf." Remus' low voice vibrated against Bill's shoulder.

Bill squeezed his eyes shut.

"Don't close your eyes when I've told you to look." The growl left no doubt as to Remus' displeasure.

Bill looked back into the mirror and found Remus' sharp eyes watching him, as Remus brought his right arm up and across Bill's chest. Touching the scar on Bill's face first, he then dropped his fingers to the top of Bill's shoulder and traced the scar lightly down to its end on Bill's hip.

"This is a badge of honor – something to give you status and strength. Greyback did not defeat me," he added, his eyes locking onto Bill's in the mirror, "and he will not defeat you." Remus stroked his other hand over Bill's belly, fingers spreading and sliding down and around the top of Bill's thigh.

Bill automatically spread his legs, an action that was followed by a deep blush. His cock was hard and twitching, begging for the werewolf's touch.

"Don't be ashamed of your body." The soft voice was hypnotic. "You have a strong body, and it knows what it needs." His hand slid in to squeeze Bill's balls and the younger man gasped, then the fingers trailed upwards again. Remus gently slid the foreskin all the way back, exposing the dark, glistening head of Bill's straining cock. "Beautiful."

With a groan, Bill leaned back against Remus. The feel of a hard cock at his backside made Bill groan again and thrust into Remus' hand.

"That's right." Remus pumped Bill's cock a few times then stopped, sliding his hand back up Bill's body. The young man made a strangled sound of protest and Remus raised an eyebrow. "You remember I told you that you would get hard for me whenever I wanted?"

Bill nodded, his eyes locked on the hands that stroked and tantalized him.

"You remember I told you that you would come for me whenever I wanted?"

Bill whimpered and ground his hips back into Remus' cock.

"Don't worry, wolf. You will get fucked today. Do you have any idea how badly I've wanted to fuck you again?" The whispered words poured into Bill's ear, heightening his arousal to an almost unbearable level. "Ever since that first time," Remus continued in his low voice, "I've been waiting for the moment when you would deserve my cock again, when you would have earned the right to have me pound into you until you come screaming my name."

"Please." Bill's voice was a gasp. "Do it now."

"Soon. You've proven a great deal to me today, Bill – you've earned your reward, your place in my pack." Firm hands stroked down on either side of Bill's straining cock. "But first, I want to see you come for me." He swiped a finger over the head of Bill's cock, collecting a drop of precome, then raising the finger to Bill's mouth. With a moan, Bill sucked the finger in, rolling his tongue over it and lapping at it greedily.

"Very good." Remus' voice was warm. "I think you're about ready, don't you? Do you see how flushed your body is; how all your muscles are straining; how your cock is dripping with need?"

Bill whimpered.

"Make sure you watch, young wolf," Remus added, his eyes narrowed on Bill. "You are gorgeous when you come, and I want you to see that."

Bill's eyes were wide open and glued to the image in the mirror, his body thrumming with an arousal so strong he couldn't believe Remus had barely even touched him.

Remus gripped the young man's hips firmly and lowered his mouth to the base of Bill's neck where the muscles stood out, straining with the intensity of his desire. "Good boy." The words were whispered just before the wolf's teeth bit down on Bill's neck, just as the wolf's hands jerked Bill's hips back against Remus' own rigid cock.

Bill cried out, his cock twitching and spilling itself despite the lack of direct touch. Remus held Bill firmly against his chest, supporting the young man as he sagged with the force of his orgasm. When he stopped trembling, Bill leaned back against Remus with a moan, closing his eyes and tilting his head back against the older man's shoulder.

Remus chuckled. "I told you that you were a slut, young wolf." He licked the red mark his teeth had made on Bill's shoulder. "But you are my slut, and as a reward for your good behavior, you get what you want now." He smiled, adding as an afterthought, "And I get what I want." He steered Bill back to the bedroom with a hand on the small of his back, then gave him a rough shove toward the bed. "On your back, wolf."

Bill hurried to obey, his legs opening automatically, his cock already stiffening again. Remus climbed onto the bed with him, settling himself on his knees between Bill's thighs. He lifted Bill's legs, letting them drape over his shoulders, then grabbed the younger man's thighs and pulled him closer, raising Bill's hips to rest on his knees.

Remus summoned a jar of lubricant from the dresser and spread a generous amount on his straining cock, wiping the excess on Bill's opening, but he must have sensed Bill's anxiety. "Is this what you asked for?" His eyes narrowed.

"I– think so."

"Don't misunderstand, wolf. This is not loving, this is fucking, and it won't be gentle."

With that, Remus drove forward, burying himself balls deep in the startled young man. Bill let out a howl as his world exploded in a white-hot flash of pain. He fought against Remus, clawing at the arms that held him firmly by the legs, trying to push against the hard wall of Remus' chest, but Remus pounded into him relentlessly, seemingly spurred on by the younger man's cries of anguish.

Bill felt as though he was being split apart, as though his insides were tearing with each merciless thrust of Remus' cock.

"Relax," Remus growled above him.

Bill stopped fighting and went limp in defeat. To his surprise, the pain lessened instantly. His eyes opened wide and saw Remus, a wicked grin spreading over his face. The wolf changed the angle of his thrusts, and Bill yelped as Remus' cock assaulted his prostate. Soon the room filled with deep moans as pleasure replaced pain and Bill thrust wantonly against Remus' driving strokes. Remus leaned forward, pressing Bill's knees toward his chest and raising his hips up. The force of the strokes increased and Bill reached down to grip Remus' hips, encouraging him to pump harder, faster.

Bill's world was a swirling mass of sensation. He burned at fever pitch and clutched frantically at Remus, knowing only that he wanted this, needed this, as he had never needed anything in his life. Remus' hand slipped between them and closed over Bill's cock. Bill gasped as Remus pulled hard, fisting him almost as though he intended to pull the younger man's cock from his body.

Bill managed to open his eyes and look into the face above him. He almost didn't recognize it for the wild look, but knew his face was much the same. "Remus..." It was a strangled sound, barely recognizable as a name.

Remus increased the pace of his hips and hand as he gazed down at Bill with a feral look.

"Good boy."

Bill came shouting Remus' name. He felt as though his entire body would explode with the force of his orgasm, and he was barely aware of Remus grinding his hips against him and groaning his own release.

~~~~~

The only sounds were of ragged breathing as Remus unhooked Bill's legs from his shoulders, murmured a cleansing spell, and flopped down beside the younger man.

"Shit." Bill barely gasped out the word.

Remus chuckled, then coughed. "Welcome to the world of consensual werewolf sex."

"Shit."

"Take a nap, Bill."

Bill looked a question at Remus as the older man turned over, making himself comfortable.

Remus glanced back over his shoulder and grinned. "We're not through yet, but I need a bit more time to recover than you do. Not nineteen anymore, you know."

Bill nodded dumbly and pulled the covers over himself. Well. He swallowed and looked at Remus, who was already asleep, wondering how long the werewolf would need.

~~~~~

Bill awoke suddenly, a sharp pain stinging through him as a cock slipped into him from behind. Fuck. There were still a few things he wouldn't mind being warned about in advance, he couldn't help thinking, but his surprised gasp soon turned into a low moan as the pleasure overrode the pain, and he thrust back into Remus willingly.

He gripped the side of the mattress, bracing himself against Remus and closing his eyes as the familiar burn spread throughout his body. After a few strokes, however, Remus stopped thrusting, lying still with his swollen cock buried deep inside Bill. Bill twisted his head around as much as he could and gave Remus a questioning look.

Remus reached out and stroked the younger man's back. "Just enjoying myself." He ground his hips against Bill. "You have no idea how good this feels, do you?"

Bill glared at him. "I tried to find out, if you recall, but that didn't go so well, did it?"

Remus slapped his hip. "Lose the attitude, wolf," he snarled.

"Fine," mumbled Bill, arching back again. "Just don't stop moving…"

Remus flexed his hips again slowly, grinding in casual circles against Bill as a firm hand held Bill in place. "Someday," he promised, "a young upstart wolf will challenge you, and you will fuck him blind."

Bill shuddered and pressed back against Remus.

"There's no feeling like it. If you're lucky, he'll be like you – spitting and swearing his eternal hatred while his body yields to your first touch."

Bill froze.

"Don't take offence." Remus stroked Bill's back again. "You were beautiful. So angry. And while you didn't know it, more than half that anger was for yourself, for wanting it, for needing to find an alpha male to submit to. I was very lucky to be the wolf in your path."

"I can't imagine what would have happened if it'd been someone else." Bill's voice was slightly muffled by the pillow. He turned back, hooking an arm around Remus' leg and hitching it higher, closing his eyes and groaning at the feeling of Remus' cock driving deeper inside him.

Remus stroked in and out of Bill a few times with slow consistency, his breath hot at Bill's neck. "I hope I'm there when it happens," he purred.

"When what happens?" Bill's voice was strangled as he leaned into the other man's cock.

"When you fuck your first challenger."

Bill's head and shoulders whipped around and he stared at Remus, incredulity on his face.

Remus licked his lips. "Oh, yes. How I would love to see that beautiful cock of yours pounding into some struggling young pup as you hold him down and teach him manners." Bill shivered. "There's nothing like the feel of a virgin arse, so hot, so tight," Remus continued, "especially when its owner tries to fight, unwilling to admit to himself that he is harder than he's ever been in his life – that he wants your cock in him." He grasped Bill around the chest and gave a single hard thrust, sending sparks through Bill's entire body. "Oh yes, I really hope I get to see it."

Bill quivered. The words, low and hypnotic, made him almost unbearably aroused as the pictures Remus painted drifted through his mind. He finally managed to look back at Remus, his mouth so dry he could barely swallow. "Are you planning on fucking me," he growled, "or is this just some new game of torture?"

Remus' fingers curled into Bill's skin. "You want torture? Let's see how long you can take this." With that, he started stroking in and out of Bill slowly, very slowly, pressing deep, each stroke brushing that very sensitive place inside Bill before pulling out again with a casual slide and a maddening calm.

Bill made a strangled sound and tried to pick up the pace, pushing back hard, but Remus held his hips firmly, maintaining the excruciatingly slow pace. "For fuck's sake," Bill ground out between clenched teeth. "Are you so old and worn out, that's the best you can do?"

His taunt was met with a laugh, but Remus didn't speed up the pace any. "You won't get what you want that way, wolf."

Bill withstood it as long as he could, then caved. "Fuck... Remus... I can't... Now, for gods' sake."

"What was that?" Remus' voice was a bit breathless.

"Fuck me, damn it. Now. Remus, please!"

With a grunt, Remus drove into him, pounding him relentlessly, then reaching around and fisting Bill hard. "Come for me, wolf." The growled words in Bill's ear shoved him over the edge and he came, clawing at the bedclothes and shouting Remus' name. Remus came with him, biting deep on the young wolf's shoulder as his body jerked and shuddered.

~~~~~

They lay panting, Remus' arm still draped over Bill's hip.

"Do you really think I could defeat a full-blooded werewolf?" he asked as Remus rolled onto his back.

"Perhaps a very small one."

Bill rolled over as well and glared at him.

"It's not all about strength, Bill," replied Remus, smiling. "If the time ever comes – and the wizard side of me very much hopes it never will – I think you'll be alright. As long as you keep your wits about you, of course."

"Do you think I could ever best you?"

"Not a chance." Remus glanced over at Bill, trying not to grin. "All right, maybe when I'm quite old."

Bill laughed, suddenly content with the situation in ways he never imagined he could be.

"Think we have time for another short nap before the ladies come looking for us?" Remus scrubbed his face with his hand as Bill stretched, glancing toward the heavily curtained window.

"I don't think I need more sleep."

"Suit yourself." Remus turned onto his belly, punching the pillow into a comfortable shape. "Of course, I was planning on fucking you again when I woke up."

Bill looked over at Remus, who was already drifting off. He stared at him for a long moment before turning onto his side and drawing up the sheet. After a second, he wiggled backward until his body touched Remus' from shoulder to hip. With a sigh, he went to sleep.

~~~~~

Bill woke first, slept out and restless. With the heavy drapes drawn in the bedroom, he had no idea what time of day it was. He eased out of bed and went to the bathroom, bringing his clothes back when he came. He was draping them over a chair when Remus spoke.

"I thought maybe you'd gone."

Bill made a vague gesture at his naked body. "Like this?"

Remus smiled lazily and beckoned with a finger. "Come here, wolf."

Bill's cock responded instantly, straining to reach Remus ahead of the rest of his body. When Bill stood beside the bed, Remus reached up and languidly stroked Bill's cock until the younger man groaned and closed his eyes, leaning into Remus' fist.

Remus released him and sat up against the headboard, punching the mattress beside him. Bill climbed over him and stretched out, spreading his legs and sighing deeply as Remus moved between the younger man's thighs.

"Hands on the headboard, please, and keep them there."

Bill complied as his body arched upward, begging to be touched.

"Does Fleur like to suck you?" Remus ran his fingers over Bill's taut belly.

"Not really." Bill's reply was soft.

"Mm, pity." Remus' fingers danced down Bill's thighs. "There's nothing quite like the taste of young werewolf cock."

Bill groaned, lifting his hips in supplication. Remus settled himself and Bill closed his eyes, waiting.

He felt the warm breath first, ghosting along his inner thigh. Then came the grizzled cheek and jaw, rough with the other man's beard as he nuzzled Bill's balls aside. Finally, Bill felt the long, slow stroke of a firm tongue from his opening to the back of his sac. First one, then the other of his balls was sucked gently into a warm, wet mouth, then that tongue was stroking up the underside of his cock. He inhaled deeply as he felt the foreskin being gently pulled back and the flick of the tongue just under the rim of the head. That tongue swiped over the head of his pulsing cock, then a thin stream of air wafted behind it.

Bill was trembling with need when at last that wonderful, hot, wet mouth closed over his aching cock and swallowed him whole. He gripped the headboard hard, fingers shaking with the force of keeping his arms above his head and not clawing at Remus' shoulders. When he felt the muscles of Remus' throat working him, taking him in deep and sucking at him greedily, he cried out, flooding the eager mouth with his release.

After swallowing every drop and giving Bill one last lick as he released him, Remus sat up, and Bill opened his eyes to find the wolf ready with a new command. "On your knees."

Bill scrambled to comply, leaning forward and bracing himself on the headboard as Remus ran a hand down Bill's back. Remus grabbed the jar of lubricant from the nightstand and applied it liberally. When he pressed the head of his cock against Bill's entrance, Bill instinctively flinched.

"You sure you want this?" Remus' hands rested on Bill's hips as tremors shook the younger man.

"Yeah." Bill's reply was strained.

"You won't be walking straight for a week as it is. Are you certain?"

"Do it now." Bill braced himself.

With a groan of pleasure, Remus clutched at Bill's hips and drove into him. Bill couldn't keep himself from shouting out, the pain being far worse than he had anticipated. Remus rode him hard, unrelenting, and Bill clawed at the headboard and chewed his tongue to keep from crying out again.

All of a sudden Remus slowed down, his cock sliding to a halt. Bill was shaking and sweating but he arched into Remus' hand when he ran it down the young man's back again.

"You are so hot like this," Remus whispered in encouragement to the trembling young man. He bent down low, pushing his cock in further, bringing his lips against Bill's ear as the words dripped like honey from his tongue. "So hot when you let your alpha fuck you blind, when you submit to me and let me ride you like this…" Bill whimpered, his eyes tightly shut. "Do you want more?"

"Just finish it!" he begged in a choked voice. The pain never did subside all the way, and Bill was dizzy and weak by the time Remus gave a final push and stilled, emptying himself inside Bill's shaking body.

Remus withdrew, speaking the cleansing spell as Bill slowly melted into the mattress, his hands gripping the pillow. Bill started when he felt the warm hand gently spreading his buttocks, and he whimpered.

"Shh." The command was impatient and Bill tensed at the cool touch of Remus' wand on his tortured opening. There was a tingling and a sudden easing of the fiery pain, leaving only a dull ache.

Bill turned his head. "Thank you." His whisper was strained.

"Why did you let me do it if you were hurting that badly?" said Remus angrily, and Bill's brow creased in confusion.

"I… don't know."

"Idiot." Remus spit the word at him. "You are to be submissive to me, but you don't belong to me. A strong alpha needs a strong pack. You know your own body, and you need to protect it. God knows no one else will do it for you."

Bill rolled onto his side and propped himself up on one elbow. "I guess I knew that, but I just… I wanted it… needed it… this..." He made a helpless gesture. "In order to… to finish." He shook his head. "That makes no sense." Memories of all the mixed feelings Remus had evoked in him over the past week washed over him. Somehow, that last hard fuck had tied it all together, completed things, but he had no idea how to explain it to Remus.

"Idiot." This time the word was spoken softly, with a hint of what might have been affection. "Yes, it does make sense." Lupin stretched out beside him. "How do you feel – besides sore?"

Bill rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. "Content." He surprised himself with the words, but then realized they were the truth. "Relaxed…" He turned to look at Remus. "Myself."

"Good. The wolf should go back to sleep now." Remus gave a small sigh of relief, then arched an eyebrow. "At least until next month."

Bill felt his jaw drop. "Next month?"

"You'll forget. Yes–" He cut Bill off – "you will. You'll feel yourself again, feel as though you can control this. We'll be starting all over again in three weeks. The few days leading up to the moon will have you twitchy, aggressive, feeling as though you want to climb right out of your body, ready to attack anything and anyone." Remus rubbed a hand over his face and scratched the stubble on his jaw. "The day after the moon, most of the aggression is gone, but there's still this." He glanced down at the two of them, lounging on the bed in all their unclothed glory.

"This. Yeah."

"But you see now, Bill? It all needs to be dealt with, diverted, subverted, redirected – anything to keep those around you safe."

"Yeah." Bill looked up again, nodding in resignation. "I get it. And I can see that happening next month." He looked at Remus. "I… I'll try not to be such an idiot."

"It will take awhile, but every month it will get easier. We'll work it out. But you know," added Remus, a lighter note in his voice, "some werewolves can't relieve the aggression with sex – they have to fight."

"Oh." Bill pondered this, then arched an eyebrow. "That sounds… awful."

"Doesn't it? Just imagine feeling all the anger and frustration of the past week, but a bone-crushing orgasm doesn't do a thing to settle it down." Remus shook his head. "Tragic, for those werewolves."

Bill swallowed, his mouth going dry. "Yeah. Tragic."

"Well, at any rate, I'm glad we won't have that problem with you. That would have been tough on all of us, and it certainly wouldn't have done my relationship with your parents any good to beat the crap out of you for a week every month."

Bill laughed. "I did try the fighting route, you recall."

"Mm," agreed Remus, "you tried, but it was obvious you're a lover, not a fighter."

Bill groaned, shaking his head at the expression. "So what happens if I meet another werewolf someday – I'll just get laid a lot and not want to fight him?" He chuckled and pushed himself off the bed. "Sounds all right to me."

He didn't expect Remus' hand to dart out and grab him, fingers closing around Bill's wrist with a painful grip and a quiet fury. "That's not a joke," Remus warned, his voice low and dangerous. "You are in my pack, wolf. Any betrayals of that allegiance will be punished very severely."

Bill's eyes widened and he felt his blood race. "I–"

But Remus' stern gaze relaxed after a moment, and he released Bill's arm. "I think you'll find you won't want to 'get laid,' as you put it, by any other werewolf. I've marked you as mine," he added. "Your body knows that."

If Bill had thought for a moment that he was physically capable of getting hard again, those words would have done it. He let out a breath. "Shit," he muttered, feeling his face heat.

"If you do meet another werewolf," continued Remus, "in your work for Gringotts, or for the Order, you should be capable of dealing with him now. Before… well, I don't know."

Bill nodded. "Yeah. Okay." They were silent for a few moments, then Bill groaned as a new thought came to him. "How am I ever going to patch this up with Fleur?"

"Flowers are good," Remus offered. "Maybe a nice restaurant. And groveling – lots of groveling."

Bill snorted.

"I'm serious, Bill. Do whatever it takes. She'll be the one who holds your sanity together."

"Does Tonks know – about, um, how you cope and all?"

"Does she know I've been fucking you blind?" Remus cocked his head to the side. "No. She's known me for years, knows I get unsettled around the moon, knows it's been worse since I've been with the packs. I've told her I can't always be trusted around her. She took that hard. She has an infinite capacity to love and a hard time understanding that sometimes it's not enough."

"What if she finds out?"

Remus sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't know."

"What'll you tell her if she asks?"

"Rule number one, remember?"

Bill raised an eyebrow and Remus grinned.

"Yes, I'll try to put off the things I don't want to answer, but if she asks me outright, I won't lie." He gave Bill a serious look. "It's been my experience that a woman will forgive an extraordinary number of things – but lying to her face isn't one of them."

The two men rose and dressed slowly, Remus pulling a change of clothes from the wardrobe. He rolled the bloody clothing into a ball and stuffed it under his arm, waiting by the door for Bill to finish with his boots.

When Bill finally rose and walked toward Remus he hesitated, then stopped in front of the older man and leaned forward, unable to stop himself from dropping his forehead onto Remus' shoulder. To his relief, Remus did not move away, but slid a hand in under the curtain of hair and squeezed the back of Bill's neck.

"Bill." His voice was soft. "You are not an animal. You are not a monster. You are not some twisted, perverted freak of nature." A note of humor crept into his voice. "You're not even gay, if that's bothering you – though it shouldn't be." He dropped his hand and Bill looked up. "You're a werewolf. That's it. Don't make it into any more than it is."

Bill gave him a rueful smile. "I guess that's enough as it is, yeah?"

Remus opened the door. "I've always found it to be."

They walked through the silent house and down the stairs, emerging on the front steps to bright afternoon sunlight.

"We should talk about last night. I want to know how it was for you." Remus squinted against the light.

"Talk?" Bill raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, you randy little fuck, talk. That's all there'll be for at least three weeks." Remus grinned at him, then his face sobered. "Why did you come looking for me this morning?"

Bill suddenly felt awkward. "Isn't that, um, what wolves do – look out for each other?"

Remus studied him intently for a moment. "Exactly."

They stood on the steps, as invisible to passersby as the house behind them, letting the sun’s warmth seep into their sated bodies. Bill felt a sense of calm well-being that had been missing since Greyback’s attack. He straightened, tossing his hair back over his shoulders. "Yours, am I?"

"For one week a month, yeah."

"Then that means you're mine." Bill raised an eyebrow and met Remus' eyes squarely. If Remus wanted a proud, confident young werewolf who wasn't ashamed of who he was and what he wanted, well, that's what Bill would give him.

"That's right," Remus confirmed, a glint in his eyes.

Anything else he was going to say was drowned out by twin shouts.

"Remus!"

"Bill!"

The men turned and waved at the two women running up the sidewalk toward them. Tonks leapt into Remus' arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

"Easy, love. I'm an old man, you know." Remus chided her with a laugh.

Bill stood very still, arms at his sides, as he watched his fiancée approach him. She paused about two meters away, biting her lower lip, and he held a hand out to her. "Fleur," he whispered, hoping more than anything that she would take his hand, and accept his apologies.

She stepped forward after a moment, her eyes ablaze, then pulled her hand back and slapped him hard across the face.

He closed his eyes for a moment before raising his head, hand on his cheek. "Ow."

"That is for not trusting me, or talking to me, and for thinking of your own fiancée as a common whore!"

"And they say we get difficult at 'that time of the month,'" Tonks chuckled, shaking her head.

"Shh," Remus whispered, cradling her head against his chest.

"I know, sweetheart, I'm sorry, really, I–"

"If you ever do a thing like that again, I will hex you so fast you will not know what was hitting you!"

Bill nodded, lowering his eyes. "I'm sorry," he pleaded, and after another loud huff, Fleur took his hand and wrapped herself up in his arms.

"You are not forgiven yet," she warned.

"I know," he whispered, sneaking a glance at Remus. The older man winked at him as Bill buried his face in Fleur's hair. "I'll do my best, sweetheart, I promise." He kissed the top of her head. "Are we going to be all right?"

Fleur pulled back and studied him. "Yes – but not yet."

He kissed the top of her head and inhaled deeply, her silky hair smelling lightly of flowers and feminine softness. He felt his cock twitch.

Maybe there were some aspects of being a werewolf that weren't so bad after all.

~end~