Entry tags:

bill, collaboration, lupin, nc-17, slash

Fic: ~Alpha Wolf~ NC-17
Title: Alpha Wolf
Chapter 1, Alpha
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.

Notes:
This story was co-authored with Snegurochka. She wrote the first chapter and I was so... inspired... I wrote the second. We carried on alternating chapters until the last chapter with was written by both of us.

More of her excellent writing can be found at her website.

Runner Up for Best Adult Slash Fic of Round Five of the Multifaceted Awards.




at The Burrow, November 2005

~Alpha~

"Molly, I need to speak to your son."

"Oh!" She wiped her hands on her apron and glanced around. "Well, he's only just got home from the hospital, Remus – is it about his condition?"

A hungry look flashed in Remus's eyes. "Yes," he replied, "it's about his condition. There are certain wolf… behaviours… he needs to learn."

Tears brimmed in the woman's eyes, her usual reaction to such conversations. "But he just got home!" she began to wail, wringing her hands. "Can't it wait until… I don't know- more time…"

"No," said Remus simply, glancing at his watch. "It can't wait."

"Just help him, Remus, oh! You must help him…"

"Mum, come on, stop crying, all right?" Bill stepped through the kitchen door, and Remus's blood began to boil at the new wolf scent in the room.

He knew it was irrational, and for weeks now he had tried to deny it. There was no reason for him to feel such feral animosity towards Bill since the bite, such instinctive loathing of the new blood in the pack that threatened his authority. It was ridiculous. They were wizards, not animals, and moreover, there was no pack. There was only the two of them, and the human part of Remus wanted nothing more than to help the other man cope with his new condition.

The wolf, however, had other ideas. The wolf only smelled another male on his territory, and would not rest until it had reasserted its dominant status.

Bill eyed him carefully from the other side of the room, his body tensed like a coil, and Remus knew it was the same for the younger man. Whether or not he understood why, Bill felt it; Bill was fighting it. Bill wanted to take him down.

"You wanted to see me, Remus?" Bill asked quietly, an edge to his voice that made Remus's eyes narrow in challenge.

"Perhaps a drink, somewhere in London?"

Bill nodded, then looked down at his jeans and t-shirt. "Do I need robes?"

The pained smile spread across Remus's lips before he could stop it. "No," he replied in a low voice. "Clothes won't matter."

Bill licked his lips and stepped forward, his chin lifted in defiance. "All right, then." He glanced at his mother. "I'll be back soon," he assured her, before casting his gaze back at Remus, adding quietly, "This shouldn't take long."

Remus's hands balled into fists as he struggled for control. He beckoned with his head and Bill followed him outside. "Follow me," he ordered, casting a charm with a pass of his hand that would map his coordinates of Apparition. The other man remained silent, but when Remus reappeared a moment later in a deserted back alley somewhere in Muggle London, Bill was right behind him.

"Good," Remus called. "You can follow orders."

Bill began to lunge at him before stopping himself and shaking his head. "What's going on, Remus?" he asked, his voice raspy with both question and warning. "Why do I want to fight you so badly?"

Remus sneered. "Because I am the dominant wolf around here, and you want to challenge that."

"I–" Bill paused. "That's ridiculous. We're both wizards, aren't we? We're- friends. I don't want to challenge you." The last line came out as a whisper, and Remus took the opportunity to step forward while Bill's defences were down.

"Do you feel like a wizard right now?" he hissed, his mouth close to Bill's ear. "Do you feel like we're friends?"

Bill's breathing began to waver. "I… no," he admitted, "but why are you doing this? Can't we- I don't want to challenge you," he muttered.

"Yes, you do." Remus began to pace, circling the other man while never taking his eyes off him. "You're doing it right now, playing the submissive while all the time plotting in your head the best way to take me down. I will not stand for it. If you are in my pack, you will submit to me."

Bill started to move, matching Remus's predatory stalk as they circled each other, testosterone thick in the air. "No," he spat. "I want a place in this pack."

Ah, good, Remus thought as he bore down on Bill, he's given in to his instincts. Remus didn't want to talk about the existential angst of suppressing werewolf urges while in human form; he wanted to fight, he wanted to claim, and he wanted to win. "Oldest child syndrome," he observed, a wry smile on his face. "I expected that. But you have no place here. I will tolerate you as a subordinate, but you will not challenge my authority, is that clear?"

Bill laughed. "No, daddy," he mocked, his knees bent in a half-crouch as he continued to move in opposition to Remus's slow but steady pace. "I won't take orders from you." With that, he lunged forward, shoving Remus to the ground and falling after him, knees landing on either side of Remus's hips as Bill straddled him. He landed a quick punch to Remus's jaw and was preparing for another, when Remus threw him off with an angry growl and superhuman strength. He landed in a pile a few feet away, stunned and unmoving for the time it took Remus to jump to his feet. A steel-toed boot landed firmly in Bill's stomach, and he howled in pain.

"Get up," Remus spat, as Bill staggered to his feet. He grabbed a fistful of Bill's t-shirt just below the neck and yanked him forward. "That was a very bad idea," he hissed, wiping blood from his mouth with his free hand. He narrowed his eyes and stared the other man down before coming to a decision. If Bill wanted to fight, he was going to have to play with the big boys.

Before Bill could protest, or even think of landing another punch, Remus pulled him in for a bruising kiss, Bill's startled gasps into his mouth only inflaming and arousing him. His tongue snaked its way into Bill's mouth, ravaging it mercilessly while also prepared to pull back in a split second if Bill tried to bite it off.

He didn't.

After a few moments Remus felt Bill begin to respond, parting his lips further and pushing his tongue against Remus's, the kiss becoming hard and dirty and punishing. Come on, Remus urged, his fingers still curled in the front of Bill's t-shirt, clawing at the base of his neck. One moan, and I win.

It didn't take long. Remus changed the angle of his head to brush his stubbled jaw against Bill's lips, and a deep moan escaped the younger man's mouth, guttural and urgent as it rose from his chest.

"Remus," he groaned, confusion and pain and desire scratching his voice, and Remus finally pulled away and grinned.

"Good boy," he murmured, the hand on Bill's chest sliding down his stomach and hips to grab the hardness between Bill's legs. "Slut," he purred, his thumb pressing into Bill's erection until another groan fell from the man's lips. "You think you'll win a dominance battle by getting hard for me?" He cupped Bill firmly in his palm and squeezed. "Oh yes, you'll get hard for me, werewolf, and you will come for me, whenever I want, but you will never win."

Bill seemed to snap back to some semblance of reality at that, and he took a step backwards, a trembling hand raised to warn Remus off. "I – god – there's Fleur, and she's–"

"Warm and soft and ticklish, I suppose?" Remus glared, stepping towards Bill again and forcing him backwards until his back slammed up against the brick wall of the alley. "Send her over to Tonks – they should get along famously." He barked a laugh before placing his hands on either side of Bill's head and crushing their bodies together. The feel of Bill's cock against his own was dizzying, even through their clothes, for both the man and the wolf inside Remus. "She doesn't get you this hard, this fast, does she?" he whispered, grinding his hips up.

"No," Bill moaned, closing his eyes. Remus knew the man was still fighting the wolf, still trying to reconcile his desire for Remus's blood with his newer desire to let Remus fuck him into that wall. Remus knew which side would win.

"Turn around," he hissed, barely moving his body back enough to allow it, "drop the jeans, and bend over."

Bill's eyes snapped open. "No! Fuck, just- Remus, no–"

"Turn. Around," Remus barked, the wolf's dominant instincts raging in his veins. This younger male would not leave this battle unmarked; he simply could not allow it. He would teach the young upstart a lesson, be it with his fists or with his cock. So far the challenger had seemed to respond much more passionately to the threat of the cock, which pleased Remus greatly. That method of battle was so much more desirable than fisticuffs.

When Bill still hadn't moved, a defiant gleam in his eyes as he stared at the older man, Remus grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around, one arm against his lower back and the other at the base of his neck. Bill's cheek crushed into the wall and Remus smiled at the sharp inhale of pain.

"Fuck you," Bill managed, struggling against Remus's iron grip. "Don't you dare fucking do this."

In reply, Remus pressed further into the back of Bill's neck with one forearm, while moving the other hand around to cup the man's erection again. "What, this?" He chuckled, low and deep against the shell of Bill's ear when the other man moaned again. "I told you to drop your fucking trousers, wolf," he spat as he pulled back a fraction to reach for his own. "This will not go very well for you if I have to ask you again," he added.

Bill silently obeyed, his jeans and pants falling to his knees as he pressed his forehead into the cool brick wall. "I fucking hate you," he whispered fiercely over his shoulder.

"That's irrelevant," replied Remus, his own erection freed and hard in his hand. It grew slick after a few well-practiced strokes and a muttered charm, and he allowed himself a small moan as the taste of imminent victory raced through his body. "You may hate me, but you must never challenge me." He pressed against Bill's back again, one hand guiding his slick cock as it sought Bill's entrance. "Is that clear?" he warned as he positioned himself.

Bill said nothing, his nostrils flaring as he breathed hard against the wall.

Anger surged anew in Remus as the wolf refused to accept this insubordination. He pistoned his hips and thrust inside Bill's body, the lubrication easing the way somewhat, but not entirely able to make up for the man's inexperience.

Bill shouted in protest, his fingers clawing at the wall as Remus sheathed himself.

There was no sexual feeling quite like that of breaking in a new werewolf, that Remus knew, and though he hadn't had the occasion to indulge often, he had experienced it several times during his travels in Europe after the First War, moving between packs and learning their ways. The sexual climax of a dominance battle between an alpha male and a challenger was always fierce and intense, and this one with Bill was no exception. His body was so tight and hot, untainted by this sort of passion and violence. The perfect oldest child, Remus thought with satisfaction as he began to move inside Bill, always in charge, always content to lay his delicate fiancée out on her back and take her, dominate her. Not anymore.

"Is that clear?" he shouted into the night as he increased his pace, sliding in and out of Bill frantically, determined to teach this kid to mind his place.

"No!" Bill fumed, sweat beading on his brow and seeping down his temple as the wall began to draw blood from his knuckles.

Remus's eyes widened and he doubled his efforts, pushing hard into the body before him. He dropped a hand to Bill's cock and was pleased to find it hard and quivering. He leaned in close to Bill's ear as he began to stroke it. "You are getting fucked by your pack's alpha male," he said slowly, pausing to thrust again and groan into Bill's ear. "You stand there and tell me it doesn't feel good."

Bill panted, squeezing his eyes closed as Remus increased the pace of his hand on Bill's cock.

"Say it," he ordered, repositioning his hips to strike a new spot in Bill's body every time he entered it.

Bill groaned and dropped his head. "Fuck," he muttered.

"Say it!"

"You feel fucking incredible, all right?" Bill shouted. "Please, Remus – fuck, just–"

Triumphant, Remus thrust harder than before, slamming Bill's body into the wall. He felt the man surge and stiffen as he stroked his cock, spilling out over Remus's hand and collapsing into the wall as his trembling legs gave out. Remus grabbed his hips and held him up, pushing hard as he felt his own release near. The wolf's instincts mastered him, seeking to damage and mark this challenger as a rival beaten down, and he came with a howl on his lips, pulsing in waves inside Bill's body as the wolf's revenge tore through him.

He clutched at Bill as his own legs trembled, and silence fell between them for a long moment.

Finally he stepped away, tucking himself back in his trousers and wiping his hand on the back of Bill's shirt. Bill turned his head at that and made a face, but as he regained facility of his limbs and struggled to pull his jeans up and right his clothing, Remus was already across the alley, preparing to leave.

"Are we clear now, wolf?" he called, and Bill flushed.

"Perfectly," he muttered.

"If you challenge me again, you will get fucked against a wall so hard you will come screaming my name."

Bill moaned, nodding, and Remus turned away with a satisfied smirk.

He wondered how long it would be before the young wolf felt brave enough to challenge him again, now that he knew the outcome, and the punishment.

His best guess was a week, at most.

~~

to be continued in Chapter 2.