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Although Draco had agreed to join Harry in Remus’s pack, it still took a while for the white wolf to finally approach Remus and tell him in person. It was even longer before Draco could actually join—something he both was grateful for and despised. Yes, he wanted to be Harry’s mate. No, he didn’t want the excruciating bite and ass reaming that went along with it. His dread only grew as he waited for the full moon and Sirius to return after winter break. Draco understood werewolves, and he knew Remus. The fucker would make sure it hurt.
It didn’t help that Remus couldn’t stand Draco, even now. Sure, the werewolf had stopped blaming Draco for every dark mood Harry had. And Remus actually seemed grateful that Draco was able to tire the usually inexhaustible slut out so that the alpha could finally rest when around him pack bitch. But it didn’t mean Draco and Remus were friends. Draco barely respected the man as a professor, and Remus—well, Remus had been extremely clear about what he thought of prissy white wolves.
“Relax, Wolfie,” Harry murmured into Draco’s ear, trying to soothe the boy’s nerves. Draco’s eyes were gray steel, jaw tense and breathing strained. “It’s just one time, I promise. And I’m going to help you feel so good.” Harry ran his tongue around the curl of Draco’s ear, his breath brushing against the boy’s long silky blond strands of hair.
Draco did his best not to growl. It wasn’t Harry’s fault he was in this situation. Not really. But he was mostly doing it for the sexy prat, and Draco was currently trying not to regret his decision. They were standing outside the underground door to the Shrieking Shack. Draco could smell both Remus and Black on the other side. He also smelled the musk of fresh sex, and his stomach churned unpleasantly.
“Damn it, I don’t want to be chained,” Draco growled, refusing to open the door. “Werewolves, Harry. They’re fucking terrifying, evil beasts. What if he decides to turn me?”
“He’s not going to turn you,” Harry said evenly, tracing his hand over Draco’s jaw. “He’s doesn’t like to turn people, remember? Remus never turned me, and he never turned Siri, and they’ve been together forever. He’s never turned anyone. You don’t ever have to worry about that.”
Draco pursed his lips, trying to calm his racing heart. “And other werewolves? Once they catch his scent of magic on me, they’re going to want to challenge me. They’re going to come after me, just because I’m in your pack.”
Harry bit his lip, shrugging uncomfortably. “I don’t know how to break it to you, Draco. You are one pretty, noble looking wolf. If any werewolf saw you, they’d run you down just for that. At least with Remus you’ll have some alignment and some protection.”
Draco groaned internally, looking away from Harry’s glowing green eyes. He knew it all too well. It seemed like the bloody werewolves were suddenly everywhere and no place was safe. Moments like this he wished he wasn’t an animagus. But Draco couldn’t take back the joy it felt to be a wolf. And he didn’t want to take back the love he felt when being with the messy haired teen beside him.
“You don’t have to do it, Draco. I don’t want you to hate me over this.” Harry grabbed both of Draco’s hands, threading their fingers together. “We can go back and never talk about it again.”
Draco took a deep breath, turning back, eyes raking over Harry’s lovely face and sincere expression. “I’m not letting you go that easy, Potter. It’s just a fucking initiation. After I’m done with him, you’re going to be my mate and that’s all that matters.”
Harry beamed, stepping forward and rubbing his body against Draco’s. “You can’t even understand how much I’m looking forward to it,” he whispered seductively, nuzzling into Draco’s neck and licking slowly.
“Oh, I have a fair idea,” Draco said back, rocking his hips to press against Harry’s already hard length. “You reek of need, you slut. You’re fucking begging for it already.”
Harry groaned, yanking Draco’s hips and crashing them with his. His tongue trembled against the taller boy’s jaw, teeth nipping lightly. “It’ll be quick and then you’ll make me yours. Right?”
“Right,” Draco agreed, aware when Harry pushed the door open, but not giving it his full attention. Instead he let Harry slowly walk him backwards, tongue, teeth and hands working together to help keep Draco from becoming overwhelmed with the fear still bubbling inside him.
Sirius was standing in the doorway to the living room, talking to Remus who was sitting on a dilapidated couch when Draco finally raised his head to see where he was. Both men turned vulture like glares his way and Draco froze, blanching.
“So the prissy thing decided to show after all,” Sirius taunted, running a hand through his dark, shiny locks while looking him over. Draco’s cousin had cleaned up since settling in with the werewolf and Harry, less feral than when Draco first remembered. His eyes were still a wild blue in his handsome face, and he seemed to have a permanent dark shadow on his jaw, but he was at least washed and in moderately fresh black attire. It didn’t mean he wasn’t still an ass and Draco did not trust the smile Black was sending him.
“Be nice, Siri,” Harry admonished, kissing the hollow of Draco’s throat and refusing to step away. A part of Draco wished he would, everything suddenly feeling suffocating, including his beautiful boyfriend. But if Harry stepped away then Draco would be completely exposed to the golden gaze of Remus Lupin, and that seemed more dangerous at the moment.
“Shit, Malfoy, will you fucking relax?” Remus muttered, glaring at him, his jaw tight. The werewolf nearly disappeared in the disheveled couch, his clothing ruffled and sandy blond hair messy. He might have been a tousled chameleon, except his shirt was off revealing large muscles flexed hard, scars white over his golden skin. His eyebrows were heavy as he glared from his predatory face set with sharp cheekbones and straight nose, full lips peeking fangs around his glower. He seemed less pleased to have to go through with this than Draco, and Draco took small comfort in the knowledge that at least Remus would be just as miserable.
“Come on, everyone just calm down,” Harry pleaded, moving his hands up and down Draco’s arms in what he hoped was a comforting manner.
“I’m calm,” Remus snapped, not sounding calm at all. Sirius snorted, crossing the room to stand over him and block the man’s view of Draco.
“Remember, this is for the pup. To keep him happy.” Sirius knelt in front of his lover, hands resting on Remus’s tense thighs. “We like it when Harry is happy, right?”
Remus grunted, refusing to answer. But at least he had stopped glaring at Draco, so it was a start.
They had waited till after the full moon, when Remus would be less aggressive, and Sirius would be around to help curb his gruff mate. Still, between Harry and Sirius, it looked like they had their work cut out for them. Remus was far less interested in this than previously thought, and Harry suspected the wolf and werewolf both just had too much hostility towards the opposite species to make anything about it easy.
Harry turned to Draco, grinning in a way that immediately had the wolf suspicious. He wasn’t sure why he should be suspicious. Harry was about to have Draco on his knees for his bastard alpha—there really wasn’t much further to fall. But Draco’s stomach tripped uneasily when Harry let out a mildly deranged chuckle.
“Come on, Wolfie. Fucking touch me already.” Harry grabbed the hem of his ridiculously over-sized shirt and pulled it over his head. Draco really needed to get the boy a wardrobe if Harry was going to be seen with him. Staring down at the slender boy, warm olive toned flesh, flushed dusky nipples and blossoming muscles, Draco found his focus momentarily derailed.
“I’m going to help you,” Harry said gently, his smile downright impish. “And you’re going to be very glad for my help. I promise. But you have to trust me. Do you think you can trust me, Draco?”
Draco was pretty sure he was walking into a trap. Once again, he could not imagine how things could get worse. But Harry had a knack for causing trouble—considering how Draco was even there to begin with.
“Oh, Wolfie, don’t be that way,” Harry whined lowly when Draco continued to stare at him with anything but trust in his silver glare. “You’re going to like it.”
“I said I’d do it. I never said I’d like it,” Draco grumbled.
Harry’s grin grew, slipping his fingers into Draco’s waistband and turning him so his back was to the couch and watching men. “You’re going to like it.” He pressed up against Draco, stepping on tiptoes to kiss his lips.
Draco resisted a moment out of sheer stubbornness, but when Harry started to sway, legs growing tired, he relented, pulling the boy close and dipping his head to kiss him properly. Harry moaned softly, mouth eagerly opening to Draco’s probing tongue. Draco paused as his tongue lapped slowly over Harry’s. The boy tasted odd… sweet… tingly…
Harry threw his arms around Draco’s neck, kissing him hard, rubbing their tongues together in what Draco was starting to suspect was more than passionate intent. Draco tried to break away, groaning as fire raced over his skin and he began to feel dizzy. Harry let him go after another lingering kiss, pulling back, face flushed and deranged grin firmly in place.
“What do you think?” Harry asked, knowing Draco had caught him.
“I think… you fucking drugged me…” Draco said unsteadily, confusion and annoyance battling on his face. His limbs felt heavy, his motions slow and wrong.
“Just a little. Just enough so you stop being so scared.” Harry kissed him again, and then began kissing down Draco’s neck, sucking and nipping small marks on his pale flesh. Draco wanted to be very upset but he was having difficulty focusing. Harry’s fingers were tearing at his belt, and he felt feverish and hard.
“Oh god…” Draco groaned, head falling back as another wave of red heat rushed over his skin. His knees felt weak and he was pretty certain he was going to fall backwards. But suddenly strong hands were holding him up, a warm, hard body pressing up behind him and holding him steady. Draco blinked his eyes open slowly, Sirius grinning wickedly down at him. “Black,” Draco whispered hoarsely, trying to figure out what the hell the man was doing.
“Wolf,” Sirius greeted back teasingly, fingers brushing down the side of Draco’s neck and then falling to the top button of his shirt. “That particular potion doesn’t work on werewolves, unfortunately. But I think if we get you covered in enough of our scent, Remi isn’t going to be quite so resistant to welcoming you. So what do you think? Will it work?”
Draco wasn’t sure exactly what Sirius was saying, his mouth seeming to move far slower than the words coming out. Draco licked his dry lips, Sirius following the movement with his startling blue eyes. Draco shivered, gaze flicking forward to find his shirt was being pulled off him. He met Harry’s interested look, the boy smiling particularly cheeky as he leaned forward and licked Draco’s lips.
“You’re going to like this, Draco. I promised, and I would never break a promise.” Harry was stunning, looking almost otherworldly as he moved down Draco’s body, pulling his shoes off while kneeling. And then Draco’s pants were falling off, the brunette quick to steal those away and leaving him naked.
“I’m going to stretch you,” Sirius murmured into Draco’s ear, hot tongue slipping out to lick up the side of his neck. “Remus is just a little too grumpy right now to be trusted… As for me… Well, when you’re not talking, you’re not half bad,” Sirius confessed with a smirk, hands roughly moving down Draco’s bare sides. He dug his fingers in, dragging down, pulling a loud moan from Draco as his overly sensitive body jolted.
“You are a pretty thing. Slender… Mmm, and so bright… I can see what the mutt likes in you…” A hand was suddenly wrapped around Draco’s cock, grasping firmly. Draco gasped, hips thrusting forward but to no avail. Sirius was holding him still, his grip unyielding.
“Hold him like that a sec,” Harry requested, back on his knees, tongue lapping out to taste the head of Draco’s trapped erection. Draco cried out, Harry’s mouth wet and hot as he sought out his precum, Sirius’s thumb helping to milk more free for Harry to taste. “God, he looks amazing… All stretched out… Wolfie when you relax you are so beautiful.” Harry opened wider, welcoming Draco in and spreading his saliva all over his flushed tip with his tongue.
“Turn him,” Remus growled from behind.
Harry pulled away, standing and staring at Draco’s panting face. But it was to Remus he spoke. “Are you going to be nice? Watch and see how pretty he is? Remember why it’s going to be good to have him around?”
Remus didn’t answer for a moment and then he huffed, grunting a sharp, “Yes.”
Sirius easily lifted and turned Draco, smiling over the boy’s head as his lover came into view. Remus was still glaring, but less anger than before. His golden eyes moved over Draco heatedly but he made no move to get up. “What do you think, Remi? He’s all cream and strawberries.” He plucked one of Draco’s pink nipples, twisting the bud sore and pulling a loud groan from the boy.
Remus narrowed his eyes but didn’t say anything. Yes, Draco’s skin was remarkably pale, every touch leaving a faint pink color that faded soon enough. But he was a damn pain in the ass wolf, and Remus did not like prissy wolves. The white wolf was particularly prissy, so immaculate and pure it was nearly drab. “Dirty him up, and we’ll see,” Remus finally said, not certain if that would even be enough for him to concede to biting such a prim thing.
Sirius met Harry’s gaze, raising his brow. “Told you.”
Harry shrugged unconcernedly. He had come prepared, knowing as well as Sirius just how stubborn Remus could be. “Draco, love, don’t be afraid. I promise, it will feel amazing.”
Sluggish and slow blinking, Draco watched Harry pull out a thin blade from the back pocket of his jeans. It glinted warm in the yellow light of the shack, reflecting the surrounding wallpaper as Harry drew it across his pale arm. Scarlet bloomed, dribbling up from the shallow cut, Draco shuddering as pain and then pleasure sparked through him.
“That’s it, Wolfie,” Harry murmured approvingly, slipping his fingers through the red and raising them to Draco’s lips. He painted Draco’s mouth, and then drew the slick down over his sharp chin and long throat. Draco gave a shattered moan, head tilting back, the touch hot and dizzying and making him ache.
Sirius growled lowly, grasping Draco’s jaw and turning his face to the side so he could see better. Eyes raking over him, Sirius suddenly pressed forward, kissing the boy, tongue stealing the tang of blood from his lips and then sharing it with Draco. Swaying in the hold, Draco opened when Sirius’s hand tighten, his jaw forced wider, mouth plundered relentlessly by the taller man. The angle was wrong, hot juices dripping past his lips, streaking his already red chin with clear saliva.
Draco became aware of Harry again, a sharp line suddenly slashed across his chest. He cried out, Sirius swallowing the noise down, holding him still when his hips rocked and sought pressure. There was something hot and hard pressing against Draco’s ass, rubbing against his left cheek and grinding. Draco wanted to ask if Black was going to fuck him first, having never agreed to that, but his mouth wasn’t working, and Sirius kept stealing his noises anyways.
“You’re so fucking hot, Draco,” Harry said, drawing another shallow line down Draco’s stomach, watching his muscles flex and cock twitch. “I know you’re very much against this, but I have been dying to see you fucked. I just know if you give up some of that crazy control you are going to be even more beautiful.”
“Is that what you want, pup?” Remus asked, pulling Harry back into his embrace, the boy smirking up at him. “You’re pretty wolf gasping and begging for cock?”
Harry nodded, wiggling back against Remus’s erection and warm skin, letting the man run his large hands over his bare stomach and chest. “He’ll look good, Remi. Fucking good. I know he’ll like it if he just tries it.”
Remus turned his gaze back to Draco, the boy’s flesh even more startling white against Sirius’s black clothes. Red lines and dripping scarlet flowed over his body, artistic more than anything. Even in this the damn wolf was pretty, his cheeks flushed pink against his white blond hair, lips extra red with the stain of blood while Sirius continued to drink the boy’s mouth down.
“Siri, you heard the mutt. Let the wolf have a taste so the pup can see.”
Harry gave an excited gasp at Remus’s order, eyes jumping to Draco’s face to see how he’d feel. It took a moment, Draco’s reactions slowed by the lust potion Harry had spiked the boy with. Harry watched, teeth raking over his bottom lip, when Draco suddenly pulled from Sirius’s demanding kisses to moan, a great shudder going through the beautiful boy as he arched back.
“Oh fuck, he wants it,” Harry whispered, grabbing Remus’s arm for support, riveted on Draco. “Start gentle. He hasn’t tried it yet.”
Harry had hoped to convince Draco over the last weeks, knowing easing into the experience would be best. But Draco just couldn’t relax enough, even when it was just the two of them. Harry was grateful Sirius had known of the potion, because he wasn’t sure Draco would have ever been able to relax on his own. Remus was brutal even with the ones he cared about—There was no way Draco would have been able to enjoy when tensed and fighting every moment.
Sirius kicked Draco’s long legs apart, wrapping an arm around the boy’s heaving chest to hold him steady and upright. “Don’t be afraid to make some noise, Wolf. I always enjoy hearing my praises.” Nuzzling into the side of Draco’s neck, Sirius spelled the boy’s entrance with lube, quickly followed with a thick finger, going slow for Harry’s benefit more than the boy writhing in his arms.
“Holy—oh hell… hell…” Draco moaned, head falling back to land on Sirius’s shoulder, mouth gasping wide, silver eyes mere slits beneath his white eyelashes. “God, that’s… oh… god…”
“Mmm… I had a feeling you were just repressed, you prissy little thing,” Sirius said with a rasp, rubbing his jaw along Draco’s cheek as he worked his finger in and out of the shaking boy. “But we’re going to fix that. Can’t be one of us and have a stick up your arse… Well, unless we shoved it up there to begin with,” he grunted, Draco’s hips bucking, pushing back on his hand.
“Another one, Siri,” Harry demanded, watching Draco’s eyes widen and then flutter shut at the words.
Smirking at Harry’s rapt expression, Sirius thrust two fingers deep into Draco, the pale boy crying out, body jerking and knees giving out all at once. “Oh, you like that, do you?” Sirius readjusted his hold to keep Draco from falling, pulling the moaning boy further back on his body to help support him.
Remus gave a low growl as Draco’s sweat soaked form was stretched taller, cock bobbing with every rough thrust of fingers plunging inside his virgin hole. Harry grinned, pressing back into his alpha’s lap, glad to see the man finally getting into it. “Remi, he’s so hard.”
“Yes,” Remus agreed, chin resting on the top of Harry’s head.
“Tight,” Sirius muttered, a light flush having risen to his cheeks. Draco’s slick passage kept clenching, holding him hard, and Sirius couldn’t help but wonder just how snug he would feel for his cock, not just fingers.
“Oh god… need it…” Draco moaned, legs twisting beneath him, toes curling and flexing. “So hot… so fucking… thick…”
“Shit,” Sirius swore heatedly, removing his fingers and quickly pushing Draco down onto his knees. He tore at his belt, one hand holding Draco around the waist so that the boy wouldn’t fall over in his drugged state.
“Wait Siri,” Harry broke in, eyes wide and pleading. “Three first… Please? I want to see him ride three.”
Remus growled in agreement, hands running over Harry’s waist and digging fingers in tightly. “Three. Then fuck him.”
Sirius hissed out a long breath but nodded. Pulling Draco back against him, he licked up the boy’s throat, Draco’s head lolling to the side and resting while he panted dazedly. “Hang on, pretty wolf. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re never going to remember what it was like to not be full.” He lined three fingers up with Draco’s hole, pushing in and feeling the boy’s hot flesh open to him and tremble.
“That’s it… fuck, you sexy thing… God, should have fucking drugged you ages ago…” Draco just gaped, body jerking, loud, broken sounds falling from his lips at each plunge of thick fingers. “Could have played with you… Had you under my favorite tree… Fucking tight, white wolf…”
Harry bit the side of his hand, trying to muffle his own moans so he wouldn’t miss Draco’s. The boy was almost completely undone, arms clawing mindlessly above him at Sirius’s hair, back arched and hips rocking with the motion of the man’s pumps. Harry wanted to suck Draco so badly in that moment, the boy’s long dick flushed red as it swayed invitingly. But it would be better if Draco came with Sirius deep inside, the boy really getting a taste for what a good fuck would be like.
“Siri, take him,” Remus ordered, his voice a deep growl of desire. He pulled Harry back against him and ground his hard length into his ass.
Harry whimpered, not sure if he wanted to pull his pants down and be filled, or give his complete attention to Draco’s predicament. He compromised, pressing a palm into his erection through his jeans while watching. “Be slow with him,” Harry added, “So he feels it all.”
Sirius didn’t care how he fucked Draco, just so long as could finally fuck the slender boy. He ran his wide palm over Draco’s trembling stomach and chest, blood collecting and streaking wherever he touched. He then moved down, roughly grasping Draco’s inner thigh and massaging the smooth flesh and tight muscle.
“You’re going to open to me, wolf. On your knees, spread wide like the slut you are. I knew it the first fucking time I laid eyes on you, you pretty, prissy bitch,” Sirius rumbled into Draco’s ear, the boy groaning in reply. He unzipped his pants, pushing the fabric and his underwear down his thighs brusquely. “You’re going to like this, wolf. You’re going to beg me not to stop.”
“Fuck, Siri, just do him!” Harry shouted, eyes hazy, cheeks flushed and body unbearably tight with lust. He wanted to see Draco fucked. Had dreamed of it too many times to be able to wait any longer. And that his beautiful boyfriend was already responding so well, Harry’s anticipation to see the rest was only growing beyond endurable.
Harry’s demand made the two men chuckle. Sirius wrenched Draco’s slender hips back, positioning himself. He pressed his dripping cock against the boy’s hole, hissing quietly as he relished the sensation of the hot flesh. Body bowed forward, chin dripping sweat and saliva, Draco pushed back, opening to the head of Sirius’s straining dick.
“You fucking slut,” Sirius groaned disbelieving. If the boy hadn’t been so responsive since Harry had drugged him, Sirius would not have believed that this was the same prissy, tight-assed Draco Malfoy. Not to say the boy wasn’t fucking tight. He was, hot and tight and clenching as he moaned wantonly and pushed back on Sirius’s thickness and drove it deeper inside.
“Oh fuck, Wolfie… God, look at you,” Harry murmured, breath coming out in harsh pants as he watched Draco rock onto Sirius. His love’s face was the epitome of deprivation, eyebrows furrowed, mouth gasping aching, broken cries, sweat soaking his shoulder length locks and dripping down to glisten on his body.
Sirius held back as long as he could, knowing Harry was loving how Draco was taking what he wanted—because it admitted that the boy wanted it as much as Harry had known he would. The pup had a sixth sense when it came to sex and Harry had been aching, but too shy to push the issue with Draco. Sirius had no problem forcing many a hard issue from the bloody noble, haughty wolf, wrenching Draco’s face back so he could watch his aristocratic features twist in absolute, agonizing want.
“Harry, help dirty him up,” Remus growled into the brunette’s ear, his hands moving down to tear at the boy’s fly and pull his jeans down. Harry scrambled unsteadily to his feet, Remus holding him up while he kicked off his jeans and underwear. Draco was watching him, eyes hazy and not fully aware. Harry wanted to go to him, but Remus was holding him back, a rough hand sliding between Harry’s slender thighs and caressing his balls.
“Cover him in that slutty scent of yours, pup.” Remus pinched the thin skin leading to Harry’s anus, the boy gasping and pushing back into his hand.
Sirius gave a soft hiss, pulling the pale boy back onto him, sheathing in fully and grinding deep. “Fucking tight, you pretty, vicious thing. Fucking mine…”
Pulling away from Remus, Harry ran his hands over Draco’s gasping face, fingers dipping into the boy’s pink mouth, finding his tongue, spilling his saliva. “Draco, you want to suck me? You look so good when sucking me. You like to make me feel so good, and now we get to make you feel good too.”
Draco could not answer beyond mumbled nonsense. He did not resist when Harry pushed his head down further, Draco bracing himself on his arms when the slight boy knelt before him. Draco moaned loudly, Sirius’s cock suddenly pulling out and thrusting deep.
“Oh wow, you’re beautiful,” Harry said breathlessly, Draco’s body jerking, trying to ride the thickness impaling him. But Sirius was holding him tight, keeping the blond from moving his hips. Hands shaking slightly, Harry tightened his fingers in Draco’s silky hair and pulled the boy’s gasping lips further down until they were spreading around his achingly hard prick. “Yes…”
Draco opened to Harry’s cock eagerly, tongue moving in sluggish, hungry laps over the underside. He opened his mouth even wider, urging Harry deeper, to thrust in all the way. “Fuck, Wolfie, you want to be filled, don’t you? Every hole, so full… dripping wet.”
Sirius grunted at Harry’s words, thrusting suddenly into Draco again. The pale boy’s nose jarred into Harry’s dusting of pubic hair, clear fluid gushing from his moaning mouth around Harry’s cock.
Harry knew he wasn’t going to last long. Draco was just so fucking gorgeous, face and neck red, lips swollen, and eyes begging for relief. He pumped shallowly into his lover’s hot mouth, fighting to keep his eyes open to watch Draco’s face with each thrust. Drugging Draco had definitely been the right decision. Anything that made the boy look like this was the right decision.
Feeling his orgasm building and about to crash over him, Harry pulled out from Draco’s perfect lips, jerking his hand a few times over his slick length. Draco gave a groan in anticipation, lashes fluttering shut, head tilting up to meet Harry’s cum when it rained down on his face. Harry gaped silent, small gasps of choked noises escaping him. Draco never let him cum on his face, yet here the beautiful boy was, pressing forward into his cock and trying to get more.
Shuddering, his breathing nothing more than desperate pulls for air, Harry rubbed his palm into the white slick on Draco’s face, streaking it down the boy’s jaw and neck to mingle with all the many other fluids already there. “I think you’re almost dirty enough,” Harry whispered, watching as Draco blinked dazedly back at him.
“Almost,” Sirius agreed hoarsely, bending over Draco now that Harry was through. He ran his hands possessively over the blond’s tingling skin, tweaking his nipples, wrenching his flesh, squeezing his shaking thighs. Remus pulled Harry back into his embrace, breath exhaling noisily in the boy’s ear while he watched Sirius torment Draco closer and closer to ecstasy.
“Listen to him,” Remus mused, tongue licking up over Harry’s ear. “That is how a fucking filthy wolf howls.”
Draco was howling, beautiful, desperate cries and moans as Sirius began to fuck him in slow, earnest thrusts. Harry had never known Sirius to be so restrained, and he had a feeling it was only because Harry had pleaded so nicely, on his knees only hours before. Sirius pushed Draco’s chest down to the ground, pinning the boy’s head beneath his heavy hand. Draco spread his pale thighs wider, fingers flexing uselessly on the floor while he groaned.
Sirius’s control was slipping, the hand on Draco’s hip tensing, knuckles going white as he rammed into the tight boy. Harry whined low in his throat, his entire body throbbing with every hard thrust Draco took. “Oh god… he’s almost…” Draco was arching on the floor, squirming as he pushed back onto Sirius’s cock, urging it to jet deep inside.
Sirius snarled, snapping his hips forward a final time and forcing all his weight onto Draco’s hips, slamming the boy down into the hard floor as he filled his clenching passage with hot spurts of cum. He quickly snaked his hand around the boy’s hips, grabbing onto Draco’s erection and pumping it hard, forcing the boy to clutch even tighter around his cock before the pale boy spilled his seed all over the dusty floor.
Harry wanted to get up and go to Draco, kiss his flushed face and still moaning mouth. The boy was beautiful—absolutely overcome with his desire. Apparently Remus agreed, the man standing behind Harry and settling the dark haired boy on the couch to watch. Remus stooped to kiss Sirius, plundering his lover’s mouth with hard, hungry movements.
Watching him, Harry’s anxiety slipped away. Remus was ready. He wasn’t going to deny Draco from the pack now that he had seen how raw and uninhibited the wolf could be with a little help. That was, if he would stop pawing at Sirius first.
Sirius did not resist when Remus pushed him back to the ground and stripped the tall, strong man of his black shirt with a rough pull. “Did you like him, Siri? All delicious strawberries and cream?”
Groaning weakly, Sirius grasped Remus’s thick biceps, eyes widening when his werewolf love straddled his hips and fixed him with a heated glare. “Remi, Harry asked me to—”
Remus growled, pulling Sirius shiny black hair back with a sharp twist. He dipped his head, nipping at the man’s neck, coarse bristle prickling his lips. “Did you like him?” He demanded with a low snarl.
“Y-yes,” Sirius admitted hesitantly, going limp in Remus’s hold. “He was very tight.”
Growling louder, Remus slammed Sirius’s shoulders flat against the floor. Sirius didn’t move except to lick his lips, eyes warily trained on Remus’s gold glare as the man bent down and scraped his teeth over Sirius’s throat again. “Good,” Remus murmured huskily, tongue flicking out to sooth the bites he had just inflicted away. “You looked as though you liked him. Very much… You looked very fucking nice, Black.”
Sirius relaxed fully into Remus’s touch, head falling back heavily. Remus finished pulling Sirius’s pants down his legs, throwing the man’s boots aside.
“Remi! Claim Draco and then play with Siri!” Harry said with a huff. Remus snapped his head around, glaring over his shoulder. Harry narrowed his eyes back, hands on his hips. “If you get too tired, the spell won’t work.”
Remus rolled his eyes, annoyed that the pup was right. He gave Sirius an apologetic kiss, grinding the man’s mouth against his as he bruised Sirius’s head into the ground. “I’m not done with you, Black. You better be stretched and hard by the time I get back.” He gave a wrench to Sirius’s hips, his lover hissing and jolting his hips up in reply.
Crouching, Remus turned and glared at the panting mess strewn out on the floor, pale, bleeding and covered in dust, cum and sweat. Still pretty after all that, the little git. Pretty, but no longer insufferably proud, and that was going to have to be good enough. “Malfoy, I’m going to make you mine. I know that you understand what that means, otherwise you would have never walked in that door tonight.”
He grabbed Draco by his hair, turning the boy so that his heavy lidded silver stare could be seen unobstructed. “You will be part of my pack. You will answer to me, and only me. Your parents are fucking nothing anymore, do you understand? No more playing around with that shit Dark Lord. You will submit and you will be loyal, or I will make sure you suffer.”
Draco’s eyes were intent on Remus’s mouth, but the werewolf could not be certain just how much the potion in his system was allowing information to get through to the boy. He looked over to Harry, the pup supplying the answer before he had to ask.
“He knows, Remi. He’s scared, but he understands. Draco’s parents are pretty fucked up.”
Remus was well aware, one of the big pros and cons to this whole agreement. Stealing Draco from Voldemort right from under Lucius’s nose was very much a sweet victory. But there was always the fear that the wolf would turn, hurting Harry in the process. After Wormtail, Remus really couldn’t trust anyone the same way.
“We will protect you from the Death Eaters, Malfoy. And you will grow a backbone and learn to protect Harry, as well.” He straightened, stepping out of his pants and toeing them aside along with his shoes. Kneeling, he hauled Draco up by his forearm, the boy gasping, eyes widening in what Remus could only hope was fear. Sweet, naïve little pup. Chasing after a wild mutt like Harry only to end up in the den of a pack of werewolves. Did the white thing really think he was going to survive this intact and as clean as he entered? Remus knew better.
Remus pulled Draco back against his body, holding the dazed boy up in his hard grip. He could hear the boy’s heart, racing in fear, small puffs of breath exploding from his mouth as he shook. Remus’s scent alone did it to the boy. Knowing that the werewolf was going to bite him next probably wasn’t helping. He glanced up, Harry shimmying down onto the floor from the couch, hand outstretched to trace Draco’s features gently.
“Stop being so syrupy, pup. It will be over in a moment,” Remus snapped, pulling Draco back so that Harry would not touch the boy. He ran his face down the side of the pale neck trembling before him, breathing deep, learning Draco’s scent of flesh, honey and wolf. Remus began to salivate, the werewolf inside craving blood and sex, and the many screams that came along with those desires.
Harry sat back, biting his lip. He held Draco’s gaze, knowing that even with the lust potion the boy was terrified. Wolves and werewolves just didn’t mix. Hopefully that would change after the bite. “Only once, Wolfie. It’s just this once,” he promised.
Remus suddenly wrenched Draco’s head to the side, tearing his fangs into the boy’s long throat. Draco howled in pain, hands coming up to try and claw away the arm holding his jerking body down. Remus was much stronger, clamping fingers into Draco’s hip and pulling the boy onto his large cock with hard, sure movements. Draco’s cry broke off, replaced with a silent gasp that eventually turned into a low, desperate whine of despair.
Remus was slavering, huge and brutal, and didn’t know how to be any other way when the werewolf was controlling him. Harry watched, Draco’s face full of divine pain as the boy was forced to open up to the claiming thrusts. Harry knew it hurt, remembered still how much it had hurt him when Remus bit him. But Draco was so beautiful, even like this when his body was taut in pain.
Remus looked like a complete savage as he mercilessly fucked the slender boy, blood pouring from his mouth and down Draco’s body. Draco had found his voice again, yelping sobs of ache bursting free every time Remus slammed deep inside him. Power was rushing over the two of them in waves, cresting gold and black as the werewolf tied Draco to him.
Remus came with a roar, the spell crackling in completion over his skin, the pretty white wolf’s presence being added to his own. He released his clamping jaws, lapping hard swipes over the quickly bruising wound. He did not pull out just yet, pressing forward in the tight, slick heat of Draco’s channel, feeling every clench and shaping the boy on the inside as his own.
Draco was a whimpering, trembling mess, just hanging onto consciousness. “That’s it, my little white pup… You did well… You’re still awake and everything…” Grinning wickedly, Remus wrapped his fingers around Draco’s half hard arousal, pumping it to full size and girth. Draco gasped, long legs kicking out, smearing dust and sweat over the bare wooden floorboards with his flexing feet.
Making a noise between a croon and a growl, Remus ground into Draco’s ass, the boy a murmuring mess of pleas and exhausted pleasure. “Come for me, you amazingly brave thing. Come for your werewolf master.” Shuddering, head falling back and body curving tight, Draco did as he was ordered, his cum scalding over his stomach. Remus rumbled in approval, lapping up the other side of Draco’s neck, hands moving over the heaving boy in soothing, possessive touches.
Seeing that Remus had finished and was in a much safer mood, Harry approached cautiously, kissing Draco’s heated cheek until silver eyes blinked weakly at him. “The hard part is all over, Wolfie. Just relax and we’re going to take care of you now.”
Draco opened his mouth to speak, but only a croaked moan escaped. Harry smiled sweetly, licking up Draco’s face, pressing his flesh against him. Draco caught Sirius smirking down at him, the man quickly falling to his knees to lick the cooling seed off his trembling stomach. Draco let his eyes fall closed, completely exhausted, giving in to the sensation of tongues and palms moving over him in soothing, cleaning strokes.
He had survived. It had hurt but he had survived. He could mate with Harry finally. And now, Draco had protection from Fenrir Greyback, the terrible mountain of a werewolf that had started traipsing through Malfoy Manor over winter break as if he owned the place. Draco had deliberately failed to mention that particular problem to Lupin, and he wondered briefly if it would come back to bite him on the ass.
Then Draco stopped wondering anything at all, Remus’s hot tongue swiping down between his cheeks as he lifted his hips, Harry trailing saliva over his nipples and Sirius delving laps between his thighs. His body was a trembling puddle of sex and relief, and Draco could not focus on anything else.
Harry was almost late for Potions class the next morning. Waking up in the Shrieking Shack surrounded by his pack and soon to be mate, he had lingered, hoping for someone to have enough energy to fuck him. Last night had been all about Draco. Although Harry didn’t mind that, he was aching for sex, his entire body crying out to be filled after watching Draco being spread for the first, and possibly last, time. But everyone was exhausted, to the point that Harry wondered if Remus would be teaching DADA that day and if Draco was even going to bother waking up.
Snape, as usual, was in a foul mood. Harry knew the professor didn’t have a clue as to what Harry was getting up to with Remus. Snape just hated Harry for being around Remus in general. Remus had said it reminded the man of Harry’s father. Harry smirked openly as he took his seat, Snape’s dark gaze settling on him. Draco, Snape’s little teacher’s pet, was now in Harry’s pack. Talk about fucking irony there. Harry had dealt the man a huge blow and Snape might never even know.
Harry tried his best to pay attention but it wasn’t really worth the effort. He was way too horny to truly focus, last night flashing through his mind again and again. God, Draco was beautiful. He would be even more beautiful when spreading for Mutt, Harry’s animagus dog form. But Harry had no idea how to convince his love of that. It had been nearly impossible to get Draco to do what he did last night, and that was with a lot of help.
Harry bit his lip, burying his head into his hands while Snape droned on about some boring history of some boring potion. He was so hard. Harry had a permanent concealing charm on all his underwear, just to hide the many erections that popped up during the day. But this time was very different. Harry had seen the most damn arousing thing he’d been dreaming forever to see, and then everyone had gotten too tired to take care of him. He was pretty sure he was going to burst if he didn’t get something hard and thick up his ass, and soon.
He should have just stayed in the Shack and gotten a note from Remus to dismiss him from class. Hell, what if Sirius was already awake, hard and ready to go? Harry bit back a whine, his hole clenching tightly. Snape would have totally docked house points if Harry had failed to show for class, note or no note. Draco could get away with stuff like that, but not Harry.
There was a mean snicker, and Harry snapped his eyes up, looking to the right and slightly ahead from where he was sitting in the back of the room. Goyle was throwing things at Neville while Crabbe laughed. Little bits of… boogers—fucking gross—at Neville’s back. Neville, almost as small as Harry, with soft ash blond hair and large blue eyes, was ducking further in his chair, as if he could disappear and the idiots would leave him alone. It didn’t work that way. Harry knew all too well. Assholes like Crabbe and Goyle only understood one thing—pain and power.
Looking around, Harry knew no one was going to help Neville. No one ever did, not even the other Gryffindors. Harry barely paid the boy any attention, Neville just too much of a pansy. The boy reeked of victim, flinching and ducking, slender and quiet, and always mumbling instead of speaking up, which was probably why he was always being picked on. Harry had used to help Neville—had even asked Ron to help—but then Harry had stopped helping anyone, so consumed with the constant ache inside him that only made him think of sex all the time. Ron was more a bully than anything else without Harry to guide him, and wasn’t going to help the weakest of their dorm.
Looking at Crabbe and Goyle, Harry thought maybe he’d kick their asses, just this one time for Neville, if they didn’t let up.
Harry got mean when he was horny, and he was practically always horny. Not to his pack—Harry had no reason to be mean to his own kind when they were more than happy to fill him the way he needed. But around others that didn’t understand him and his strangeness, Harry became vicious and snapping. Remus liked to call Harry a wild mutt, and times like this, Harry definitely felt like one.
“Mr. Longbottom, would you kindly stop knocking things over and pay attention?” Snape drawled as Neville, in his desire to duck from another bombardment—this time spitballs—knocked a book to the ground. Harry glared at the man. Snape knew Neville was being picked on. What a messed up teacher for letting his own house bully other students. Harry wanted to hurt Crabbe and Goyle, just to hurt Snape in that moment, the twisted, fucked up man.
There was only another ten minutes left in class and Harry waited patiently, his anger growing with every disgusting thing the duo of oafs threw at Neville. It was almost a relief, the wicked ache in Harry dulling as he was finally able to focus on something else; beating the crap out of some Slytherins.
Harry hung back when everyone started collecting their things, not wanting to be seen hunting down the two when leaving. Neville ran out of the room like a little twittering mouse, nearly dropping his notebook from his bag in the process. Crabbe and Goyle lumbered after him, and Harry paused, eyebrows raised when he caught sight of the taller of the two idiots. Crabbe was sporting a boner, face flushed as he left the room. Did the sick fuck get off on picking on Neville?
Snape was suddenly in front of Harry, towering over like a tall crow and leering down superiorly. “Mr. Potter, I would like to talk to you about your failing performance in my class.”
Harry’s lips twisted in a grimace and he shoved his books in his bag. “Sir, I really don’t have time right now.”
Snape sneered right back, his dark eyes boring into Harry. “Your grades have been getting worse. I feel if something isn’t done soon, you’re going to fail. I really don’t want to have to repeat another round of potions with you because you couldn’t keep up.”
Harry paled at the notion. He hadn’t been talking to Hermione much, the little witch upset with how Harry had called her bloody nosy when she wouldn’t stop asking where he went all the time. Without Hermione’s help, Harry really just couldn’t keep up in the class.
“There are dozens of study groups, Potter. I dare say one of them will put up with your abysmal ignorance for a chance to claim they helped the great Harry Potter.”
Harry glared, Snape speaking the word ‘great’ like he was really talking about the most abhorrent thing he could imagine. “I’ll think about it, Professor,” Harry muttered, slinging his book bag over his shoulder.
Snape let him go after another calculating look, Harry scowling as he walked out the door. Fucking Snape, managing to insult him while pretending he gave a crap at the same time. What an ass.
Harry had forgotten all about Neville and his oversized bullies. Walking down the corridor towards his next class, his senses suddenly jolted him into awareness. It was the smell of sex, just a trickle wafting through the air, but it was enough for Harry’s ache to flare to full arousal, his knees going weak with want. Maybe his pack was still in the shack. Maybe someone would be awake enough—Hell, they didn’t even have to wake up. Just as long as someone was hard enough to put it in him.
Harry leaned on the wall outside a slightly ajar door, panting as he tried to get himself under control. He had thought the classroom empty, dim torches the only light flickering within. But someone was whispering to someone else, and Harry strained to hear, his canine senses again taking over as his body ached.
“Bite it and I’ll fucking kill you.”
“Why are you even letting him near you? Millicent would suck you in a second if you asked.”
“None of your business. He’s much… prettier than Millicent.”
“He’s a boy. There’s something wrong with you.”
“Shut up and don’t look if you don’t like it. No one said you had to go next.” There was a shuffling, Goyle huffing in annoyance. A zipper tore through the air, followed by the rustle of clothes and a low whimper.
Harry knew he should go in. He should stop Crabbe before he crossed the line. But his knees were so weak, and he was aching so bad. If Harry went in, it would be on his knees and he had no interest spreading to those fucktard Slytherins.
“That’s it… oh fuck… open wide… Fucking tight, Longbottom… I bet you do this a lot… yesss…” At least Crabbe would be quick. He sounded like he was close already, Neville choking him down, whimpering and gasping softly.
“You’re fucked up, man,” Goyle said with a grunt. “What are you, some sort of queer?”
“No… he is… fucking queer… fuck… fuck yes…” There was a clatter, a desk being pushed back. “Wider, you fucking queer… Yeah… make sure you swallow… You better fucking swallow my cum…”
“Shit, you’re right. The poof is hard—fucking sick! He likes it, the sick fuck.”
Crabbe didn’t answer, still whispering harshly. “That’s it… oh god… that’s how you like it… gonna… gonna give it to you… so hard… uhn…” He came with a groan, Neville coughing and gasping for air moments later. “Fucking… bitch… I told you to swallow.”
There was the sound of fist hitting flesh, another desk clattering back. The ache eased in Harry, the fresh scent of blood rising up above the scent of sex. Fighting. Harry could definitely handle fighting.
Harry slammed the door open, his knees still a little rubbery. He was not expecting the sight before him. Crabbe, hand pouring blood, was clutching his robe and trying to wrest the material from the jaws of a desert colored coyote while Goyle scrambled on the ground, looking at Harry with hope in his beady eyes. The moment Goyle reached him, Harry kicked him sharply in the gut, the large boy curling in pain on the floor. Shutting and locking the door behind him, Harry slipped his wand from his pocket and stunned Crabbe, the coyote stepping back as the brunette walked further into the room.
The coyote was the color of Neville’s ash blond hair, soft and creamy, with bright blue eyes currently looking up at him, blood speckling its maw. The creature wagged its tail hesitantly, giving a low whine at Harry’s approach. He was smaller than Padfoot and Wolfie, closer to Harry’s mutt size but with delicate, thin legs, sharp face, and fluffy tail. He was a very pretty coyote, but Harry preferred Draco’s stronger, noble wolf.
Harry had no doubt that the creature was Neville and not some wild coyote wandering in the school. For some reason animagus forms were almost otherworldly in beauty compared to their real counterparts, their fur silkier and bodies graceful. It was as if the magic it took to make them wanted to make sure the beasts stood out from nature.
“Neville!” Harry snapped, glaring at the transformed boy. “Are you out of your fucking mind? Do you know how much trouble you can get in for getting caught being an animagus without a license?” Harry whirled, stunning Goyle unconscious as well. “These idiots would tell the whole fucking world, just to see you in jail.”
Shaking his head, Harry bent over Crabbe, trying to think what to do next as he made sure the boy was out cold. He could go to Remus and have the werewolf wipe the Slytherins’ memories. Or maybe the stunning would be enough. It was dark in the classroom and everything had happened so quickly. People tended to forget what happened right before they were stunned. Maybe the two idiots would think some dog had jumped in and attacked them, instead of Neville transforming.
He moved towards Goyle, musing over what to do next. Probably dump the idiots in the yard outside. Then if they mentioned a dog, the teachers could think they meant something from the Forbidden Forest…
“Fuck—Get off me!” Harry gasped, Neville’s coyote form suddenly barreling him to the floor and clamping deadly teeth into the back of his neck. “What the fuck, Neville? I’m trying to help—Oh shit…” Harry groaned, the ache rising up in overwhelming strength as he felt a hardness push against his thigh and begin to hump him.
“Neville stop… you don’t understand what I am…” Harry tried to fight the heat rising up in him, his body in so much need after being left unsatisfied last night. Harry was always in need, a pack bitch with an unusually small pack. His slender body anticipated sex and it called for it, too. Especially to canines. Every time Harry needed, he was needed in return and he had no way to control his scent. “I have a pack, and they will… oh fuck… they will kill you…”
Neville didn’t seem to care, teeth clamping harder on Harry’s neck—as if the weak fucker could actually claim him even if Harry wasn’t in a pack. “Listen to me, you bloody idiot,” Harry tried again, the heat of the coyote’s breath hot and dizzying, each eager push against his thighs making him want to spread his legs. “You aren’t thinking clearly. You don’t want to do this… There’s a person in there, and it knows this is wrong…”
For a moment, Harry thought he had gotten through to Neville, the teeth on his neck relaxing, the wild humping abating. Then claws were tearing down Harry’s back, scratching his skin and catching on his oversized jeans and pulling them down his thighs. “S-stop!” He moaned, fire rushing over his skin as fur pressed against his bare ass. Harry loved fur against his flesh. He loved the feel of fur and hot precum, both currently rubbing onto his tight behind as the coyote humped him anxiously.
Harry wanted to be fucked so bad. He was in so much need, and Neville only wanted to help. The stupid boy probably couldn’t stop himself, completely ensnared by Harry’s sex scent, especially now that the brunette’s loins were exposed to the air. But Harry had to stop this. Remus had been very clear that Harry was not allowed to fuck anyone outside of the pack without permission. There was no way his alpha would let a weak, shy thing like Neville get into Harry’s hole.
“Stop, Neville… You have to stop… I don’t want you to get hurt…” Harry groaned louder as claws scrabbled down his back, hurting so fucking good. He needed to fight back but his body was going limp, submitting to his unbearable need. Maybe just a little… maybe just enough to calm the ache a bit, and then Harry would stop the beast. Remus would have to understand. Harry just needed so much and everyone was too tired to fill him.
Harry pushed himself up to his knees, smirking at the growl Neville made in response, teeth suddenly tearing into Harry’s shirt and shoulder to keep him there. He moaned, flushing from the delicious sensation, body shuddering for more. Stretching forward, Harry wiggled his hips to get his jeans and underwear out of the way. He gaped, eyes fluttering shut as more precum splattered on him, now slicking his inner thighs.
The coyote whined, more of Harry’s scent filling the air, driving him crazy as he wrapped forearms around Harry’s chest and surrounded the boy with silky fur and heat. Blood dripped slowly down the brunette’s collar, the coyote refusing to release Harry’s shoulder, determined to keep the small boy there so he wouldn’t escape.
“Come on, Neville… Fuck… Give it to me…” Harry pleaded softly, pushing back into the renewed humps that weren’t even fucking close to his aching entrance. “Shit, have you fucked anything?” He growled in exasperation. God, he needed it so bad. Just needed to be filled so the ache would stop and he could fucking think again.
Harry angled his hips down, spreading his thighs wider, trying to guide the damn beast. Each wild thrust brought splashes of hot, dripping seed and Harry needed that inside so bad, needed the wet to fill him deep and soothe the burning inside. “Come on, you pretty thing… God, you’re so close… just a little higher… Come on, you fucking shy bitch—Fuck me!”
Gaping in shock, the coyote’s thick, wet cock head suddenly bruised into Harry’s hole, wedging in. “Oh… my… fuck…” Harry hadn’t stretched. He had been in so much need, he had forgotten to stretch. Even though Neville’s coyote form looked smaller than the larger canines Harry loved to let fuck him, his pulsing dick did not feel much different in size, especially when Harry was not stretched first.
“S-stop… fuck… too much…” Neville ignored him, thrusts renewing in vigor now that he had managed to find Harry’s tight hole. The coyote grunted in his ear, pouring hot saliva and blood down Harry’s chest as he pumped deeper into his clenching flesh, pushing against the tense muscles with hard jolts. Harry cried out with each inch gained, his hole stretching to the thickness, opening reluctantly and letting the beast in.
Harry’s arms gave out when he felt the knot, the coyote’s cock thicker at the base, determined to fuck and fill Harry properly, even if he was unbearably tight already. Mouth wide, cries caught in his throat, Harry ran his tongue over the floor, dust and musk filling his addled senses. The coyote shifted, forelegs grappling the boy tighter, trying to get some leverage to drive the large knot into Harry’s abused hole.
“Oh hell… that’s it… so fucking big… I need it… need it…” Hips shaking from each wild thrust, Harry tried to push back, needing the wet, needing it so deep until he could be soothed finally. His channel was aching, slick with the coyote’s copious precum and too tight, resisting the wider knot. “Come on, Nev… Get it in there… Fuck me… harder… need it harder…”
Harry shouted, the coyote’s teeth tearing at his shoulder, slicing in too deep and nearly taking a chunk of flesh as Neville used his strong jaw as leverage to finally drive the knot into Harry’s tight ring of muscles. Sobbing from the pain and the sudden feeling of unbearable fullness, red heat and blackness encased Harry’s vision and he wondered blearily if he was going to faint. “Hurts…” he choked out, his shoulder on fire from the vicious bite.
The coyote continued to pound into him, three more hip jarring pumps until the knot was suddenly buried, snug and deep in Harry’s ass. Harry’s hole quickly clenched tight around the thick flesh, holding it in and keeping it deep inside. He moaned in agony and relief. Fucking Neville—fucking inexperienced brutal fuck, taking what he didn’t even fucking know how to take while tearing him to pieces.
Harry couldn’t stay upset, his body so in need, clenching and milking the hard flesh grinding inside him with every pump of the creature’s hips. It was so big… so fucking big and thick and—Oh! Oh the wet, spurting deep inside, jetting against the burning walls of Harry’s passage, filling him again and again with a flood of cum.
Moan after moan fell from Harry’s lips, each surge of seed driving him closer to his orgasm that had been nearly lost with his pain. So full… so wet and full and slick… God, he needed it. Would always need it, just like this, on his knees, full of cock and cum. It didn’t matter what that cock was attached to, just as long as it was fucking him hard and deep. Harry arched back and came with a cry, grinding on the thick, thick flesh inside him. He knew he was a terrible slut for liking it—Even when his room mate was raping him raw. But Harry liked it so much, needed it so bad.
He slumped forward, exhausted, the pain tiring him more than anything else as his shoulder throbbed agony. Neville was still pumping into him, gush after gush of cum soaking him deep. He had stopped biting Harry finally, now licking his slippery pink tongue almost apologetically at the blood streaming from the deep wound.
Harry was starting to find his sanity again, the pain in his shoulder helping all the more. He was so fucked. Remus was going to kill him—Probably quite literally, actually kill Neville. There was no way the fucking idiot boy even knew what he had gotten himself into. Few people knew Remus was a werewolf, and even fewer knew Harry was part of the man’s pack.
Harry groaned when Neville started to whine, the coyote scratching claws over his back as he attempted to pull free of Harry’s clenched hole. “Stop… Stay inside and fucking relax,” Harry muttered, his voice hoarse and weak sounding. “Don’t you know anything? You’re tied to me. We’re stuck until you can calm down.” Neville continued to whine and Harry rolled his eyes. No, clearly the fucking boy didn’t know anything at all.
He stared at Goyle’s foot, the bullies still thankfully unconscious. Maybe Harry should stun Neville and leave the three in the room. Neville getting caught as an animagus would be safer than Remus finding out what the coyote had done to Harry. Neville gave another pathetic whine, lapping up the side of Harry’s sweat-soaked face with elegant licks.
Fuck. Remus was right; Harry was just too fucking soft. He’d have to figure something out to keep Neville protected. Shaking his head at his own pathetic niceness, Harry waited patiently. His body was still quite happy to be filled, the coyote’s cock warm and satisfying as it slowed its rocking and continued to stretch Harry wide.
Harry considered asking Neville to transform back so he could just pull out without the knot of the coyote’s dick to get in the way. But Harry feared that the bumbling boy would manage to mangle that up, and Harry’s insides, in the process. That Neville had managed to transform at all was a bit of a wonder. Harry would wait, if it meant not getting injured anymore than he already had.
Harry had to keep Neville from running away. It was half an hour later and the blond boy had managed to finally untie, transform, and freak out. The many mumbled, tear streaked apologies did nothing to soothe Harry’s bleeding shoulder, and he was fighting the annoying desire to hit the whimpering thing.
“Shut up and fucking listen, Neville. You will not tell anyone about this. Do you understand?” Harry asked lowly, Neville huddled as he sat on a desk, rubbing his sleeve over the stray tears falling over his flushed cheeks. The boy looked like some ridiculous, fragile china-doll, all rosebud lips and watery blue eyes. Extra annoying when Harry though of what Neville had just done to his shoulder. Harry was going to have to go to Pomfrey to be healed, which meant Remus would know Harry had been hurt. It meant another lie to his alpha that Harry did not want to have to tell. Stupid fucking Neville.
“I-I won’t t-tell,” Neville whispered. “I would n-never tell anyone that I… as a-a dog…”
“Coyote,” Harry snapped. The boy didn’t even know what his form was! “Neville, you can never transform again while in the castle. It’s too dangerous. There are people here, that all they have to do is catch a whiff of your scent in that form, and they will know exactly what you are. They will know that you’re in my dorm, and they will get fucking pissed off with the both of us.”
Neville nodded, his eyes wide. He hesitantly lowered himself from the desk, biting at the sleeve of his school robe anxiously. “Don’t worry,” he whispered. “I can’t… I’m not good at transforming. That w-was the first time it worked, and I’ve been trying to learn since the beginning of the year. I didn’t know it would… would hurt you like that…”
Harry rolled his eyes as more tears trickled down the slender boy’s face. “I don’t care why. Just make sure you don’t transform again.”
“Okay… I’m so sorry, Harry. So, so, so sorry!” Neville said again, grabbing Harry’s arm and looking up at him pleadingly. “I didn’t know the creature would do that! I-I wouldn’t want to hurt anyone like that…”
Harry tried to step away, but Neville wouldn’t let go, only clutching tighter. “Please don’t hate me. I… I like you, and I don’t want you to hate me—I didn’t know it would do that, I swear. And if I had, I never would have transformed. I’ll never transform again, just so I don’t ever hurt anyone like that again. I promise!”
“Neville—Shit, just let go!” Harry growled, tearing his arm away and stepping back before Neville’s scent could overwhelm him. Part of why Harry was finding himself so annoyed with the trembling boy was because for all his tears and professed shock at his own coyote’s behavior, Neville was reeking of arousal.
“I’m fucking pissed with you, but I don’t hate you, okay?” Harry said, trying to be kinder. “And you shouldn’t think your coyote is some sex starved animal. It’s not going to be like that most of the time.”
“But it had…” Neville bit his lip, unable to say what he had done.
Harry nodded, scratching the back of his head and wincing from the pain his shoulder made in protest. Harry hadn’t told anyone but his packmates what he was, mostly because they were the reason he had figured it out. Neville was way too weak to be in a werewolf pack, or probably any pack for that matter. He would likely never come across a creature like Harry again. Harry didn’t want to ruin the boy’s entire animagus future, just because he thought his coyote would always act that way around people.
“You need to promise not to tell anyone what I’m going to tell you, Neville.” Harry said, waiting for Neville to nod solemnly in reply. “It’s not your coyote’s fault that it did that to me. A lot of animals—mostly dog types, and sometimes magical types—want to do that to me. Some can control themselves better than others.”
Neville went back to biting on his sleeve, eyes moving over Harry slowly. He shook his head, finally speaking. “That c-can’t be right, Harry. You’re not—you’re just—that’s not right.”
Harry shrugged, not about to argue with someone so damn ignorant. “You want to do it to me right now. I can smell it on you.”
Neville blushed, turning away, head hidden in his sleeve as he gnawed on the material. “S-sorry… so, so sorry…”
“It’s okay, Neville. I have a scent that makes you feel that way. You can’t help it. And, well, I like it. A lot. But there are only certain… people I can do that with,” Harry added, flinching on the word ‘people.’ He was still shy about wanting dogs as much as he did, such a strange concept in the ordinary world around him. It was difficult even now to speak about it. “Just because I smell that way doesn’t mean you can just—”
Neville lifted his head, peeking back to blink red rimmed eyes at Harry. “You… you like it? That? Even with… with the dog?”
“Coyote,” Harry corrected automatically, trying not to turn red. “I’m an animagus, too. A dog. And my dog really likes… that.”
Neville turned, brows furrowed. “But you weren’t a dog. You were… you were a human, Harry. And you… you were hard.” Neville licked his lips, eyes straying over Harry again. “I heard what you said… asking for it… I could smell how much you… you liked it. When you c-came… It smelled so good. Really good. You smell so good…”
Harry swallowed and took a step back, failing to stop his blush. As a dog, Harry didn’t like to be fucked. Remus couldn’t quite figure out why Harry would want to be filled only as a human, but then, he couldn’t figure out why Harry wanted to be filled as much as he did to begin with. Harry was different, even for a pack bitch. Spectacular, as Sirius would put it, but Harry thought probably closer to fucked up and really slutty.
“Neville, I have a pack,” Harry said sternly, trying to derail the boy’s train of thought. “I’m not going to tell you who they are, because I don’t want you to act suspicious around them. But if they find out what you did, they’ll hurt you. A lot more than you hurt me.”
“Did it hurt? You were… you were moaning so loud, and begging… I think you liked that too…” Neville whispered, staring at Harry as if he were his next meal. The boy had to be a fucking idiot.
“Neville, my pack will kill you! One of them is a bloody werewolf!”
Neville gasped, eyes widening in fear. He stepped back as if a werewolf was in the room that very instant. Realizing Neville might actually think that Harry was cursed and seeing that it was finally keeping the boy from wanting to fuck him, Harry did not deny it. “I’m going to take care of these two, Neville. And you are going to forget that any of this happened.”
Harry used his wand to bound Crabbe and Goyle in ropes, floating them up behind him. “Go ahead and tell me if anyone is coming. If you try to run, I am going to beat the shit out of you. Are we clear?”
Neville nodded quickly, jumping to get ahead of Harry and look out the door. Harry just shook his head in annoyance. Of all the people to learn his secret, Neville Longbottom was possibly the worst. Not because he would tell—No, Neville didn’t have any friends to tell things to. But because the bloody fool probably thought Harry was now his friend, when Harry just wanted to get away and heal the gaping wound in his shoulder already.
“H-Harry?” Neville asked before opening the door again, eyes full of anxiety. “I’m not… I licked your blood. The next full moon, am I going to…?”
Fucking hell. “I’m not a werewolf, Neville. Now hurry the fuck up.” Huffing in annoyance, Harry floated the two Slytherin bullies behind him, keeping to the shadows while Neville ran ahead at each bend of corridor until they were outside. Harry left Crabbe and Goyle in the muddy snow, positioned as embarrassingly as possible, just in case someone came by and found them.
The two Gryffindors went back inside, Harry dreading the trip to the hospital ward that was coming next. Madame Pomfrey always asked questions, and so did Remus. While standing and brooding on the lie he had to make up, Neville reached out hesitantly, pressing at the torn flesh of Harry’s shoulder. Harry stiffened, glaring at the annoying boy.
“I c-can heal it,” Neville whispered as he stared intently, sliding closer, thumb running into the scarlet streams and turning red.
“You’ll only make it worse,” Harry grumbled, knowing damn well Neville was a mess with magic.
Neville’s gaze flickered to Harry’s angry expression, the blond pulling his hand away and licking his bloodied thumb. “No, I won’t. I think… I think I smelled you before you opened the door earlier…”
Harry raised his brows, not sure what Neville was getting at. The red thumb began to trace over the boy’s rosebud lips. Harry tried very hard not to imagine Crabbe doing something very similar when fucking Neville’s mouth.
“Just… I felt calmer… stronger when I caught that scent… Like maybe I could do anything as long as I tried.” Neville smirked suddenly, biting his thumb and staring at Harry’s shoulder. “I bet I could heal you. Easy.”
Harry didn’t say anything, for the first time wondering just how fucked in the head Neville was. The boy had no friends, didn’t seem to want any, and had gotten hard when Crabbe had forced him to suck his dick. Even when Padfoot was at his most brutal, he had never hurt Harry the way Neville had. Maybe the blond Gryffindor had more crazy going on than Harry had bothered to consider before.
Neville took Harry’s silence as permission to try, pulling his wand out and focusing intently on Harry’s shoulder as he whispered an elaborate healing spell. Harry watched, disbelieving while his flesh began to knit together under Neville’s glowing power. The pain was gone completely, and when Harry streaked the blood aside, there was no ripple or pucker of flesh to show there had been a wound to begin with.
“Wow, Neville… Sorry I doubted—Oof! For fuck sake!” Harry hissed when the boy suddenly slammed into him, pushing Harry up against the wall and attacking his healed shoulder with his tongue. “Get the fuck off me!” Harry snarled, slamming his hands down on Neville’s shoulders. Neville made a growling sound, both hands suddenly pulling at the front of Harry’s shirt and putting all his weight on the brunette’s neck until he was fighting not to fall.
“I just want to taste it,” Neville murmured, licking up Harry’s shoulder. “It’s not like you need it anymore.” He pressed closer, Harry feeling the boy’s dick, hard and eager through his jeans.
“Fucking ass—stop choking me!” Harry shoved Neville off him, trying to stuff down the ache that was rising in him again. What the fuck was wrong with this kid? He glared when Neville got to his feet, the petite boy licking the sides of his mouth to capture more of Harry’s blood.
“For someone who smells the way you do, you sure fight a lot,” Neville said, head tilted as he ran his eyes hungrily over Harry.
“Just because I smell this way doesn’t mean I want you to fucking touch me, you shithead,” Harry growled back.
“Oh, I’m pretty sure you do,” Neville said softly, licking at his thumb once again. “I think you like it when I touch you. No matter what you say about it.”
Narrowing his eyes, Harry took a stalking step forward. Neville did not flinch away, meeting his gaze steadily. “Unlike you, Longbottom, I don’t get fucking hard for it when some oaf is raping my mouth. That’s your weird kink, not mine.”
Neville grinned, a new vicious look suddenly transforming the quiet boy’s face. “Actually, Harry, I think it’s just one of those many odd things we have in common.”
Harry started at the answer, a trickle of unease moving down his spine. Harry got hard over everything, even the things he didn’t like, and he didn’t need this fucked up boy to know it.
“Finding out you have a dog form too… It’s just cool, isn’t it?” Neville continued, lashes lowering, a faint blush rising on his cheeks. “My parents are as good as dead, while yours are completely. We both hate Snape, and we both really like boys… I bet I could like your dog as much as you liked mine, Harry,” he whispered enticingly. “I like a lot of things, if someone forces me to, hard enough…”
Neville might just have a crush on him, and was definitely fucked up. “I don’t know what the hell other people have been doing to you, Neville, but count me out. I like strong guys, and you…” Harry didn’t bother to finish the thought. It was obvious Neville wasn’t strong.
Neville fell silent, eyes flickering in thought as he bit his thumb. He nodded his head, as if answering a voice only he could hear and took a step back. Eyes lingering on Harry a final time, Neville gave another disturbing smile. “Okay.”
He was gone before Harry could remind the boy to keep his mouth shut, whistling a strange tune as he walked down the hall. If Harry had anything in common with Neville Longbottom, he really hoped to stop. “Fucking weirdo.”
Draco awoke late in the afternoon, his body sore and raw beyond belief. The bite on his neck throbbed painfully but dully, only a reminder instead of the excruciating anguish of last night. He stretched naked on the hard floor, groaning as his ass clenched, something warm and wet dribbling down between his cheeks and thighs. Hell… for fuck sake—Fucking hedonistic werewolves. He should have known better than to trust his mutt to keep every cock in the pack out of his hole. Draco could only be relieved that it was a very small pack.
Draco tried to get up, his body protesting with persistent aches from lying on the floor all night and most of the day. Suddenly he was pulled backwards, limbs heavy and complaining as he was wrapped into the muscular embrace of his new werewolf alpha.
“How do you feel, pup?” Remus asked, his expression difficult to read upside down.
Draco stared up at him, trying to figure out the answer to such a complicated question. He wasn’t afraid even though Remus’s scent was surrounding him. That was very different. He also wasn’t as angry as he thought he would be, having to be chained to a werewolf… Actually, Draco didn’t feel chained much at all.
What was that supposed to feel like? He had thought it would be something like the Imperius Curse. Maybe something he had to fight every moment, aware that someone else was in his head, trying to make him do things against his will. Draco wasn’t feeling anything like that.
Blinking up at the golden gaze that seemed to read every thought he had, Draco finally answered Remus’s question. “Sore.”
Remus nodded, running his cheek against Draco’s silky locks. “That is to be expected. The beast in me can be very… passionate.”
“Painful. Brutal, fucking raw painful,” Draco muttered, his eyelashes drooping, breath quickening.
“Are you still afraid of me?” Remus asked, hands moving down Draco’s bare stomach, palms stroking firmly. “Are you going to snap every time I so much as look at you?”
“No… I… uh… Lupin, could you please stop?’ Draco asked breathlessly, head falling back onto the man’s shoulder.
Remus smirked, running his hands lower, gripping the boy’s pale thighs and squeezing. Draco’s cock began to stir, flushing red and hardening in its nest of soft blond hair. “I’m afraid that would be a no, pretty wolf. Harry is off to class and my lovely mate is very tired from what I did to him this morning.”
Draco moaned, weakly trying to pull away from the man. “Harry said… only once…”
“You had to know I wasn’t going to agree to that,” Remus said almost reasonably, pulling Draco closer against his body, his bare skin hot and damp against the boy’s smaller form. “I fuck all my dogs. Including my new, pretty wolf.”
Oh hell. Finding it suddenly difficult to breathe, Draco tried to think of any way to convince the werewolf that he would not want to do that. Then Remus pressed his hard cock against his ass and all reason left him with a cry.
“You want me to fuck you, pup,” Remus softly pointed out while hooking one of Draco’s knees up, spreading the boy’s thighs wide. Draco’s dick rose up, hard and eager. “I can smell it. I can certainly see it. And you are not afraid of me.”
None of that made any sense to Draco, who only a day ago could not consider really wanting to be fucked, never mind being in the same room as Lupin without becoming anxious. “You can’t… stand me…” Draco reminded dimly.
Remus growled lowly, lapping over the claiming bite he had left on Draco’s throat. “You are mine. After some time you will be less sweet… less young and boringly pure. Actually…” He rubbed the head of his cock between Draco’s cheeks, hissing softly. “I’m pretty sure I can fuck the arrogant prat right out of you, if I work at it enough.”
“Oh god,” Draco gasped, eyes wide as he was pushed face first to the floor, Remus’s heavier form pinning him in suffocating heat. He turned his head to the side, swallowing hard. Remus’s eyes were dark, intense as they glared at him, fangs just peeking between his smirk.
“You look confused, pup. Did you think I wouldn’t want you?” Remus ran one of his hands over Draco’s ass, squeezing hard. “Did you think just because I let you fuck my wild little mutt that you were somehow off limits?”
Draco whimpered, his body feeling unbelievably hot, his cock too hard, and hole, hell, his hole was aching. “Lupin, I—”
“Alpha, little pup. I am your alpha and I want you to refer to me as such when we’re alone with the pack.”
Draco closed his eyes, Remus’s voice washing over him like a red wave of desire. So this was what it was like to be owned by a werewolf. Or, at least by a very scruffy, human loving werewolf that refused to turn anyone. “Alpha,” Draco said hoarsely, his mouth dry. “Alpha, I feel strange…”
Remus gave a rumble of approval at Draco’s compliance. “How do you feel, wolf? Hard?”
Perverted werewolf. Draco was owned by a fucking perverted, scruffy werewolf.
“I… I ache… I feel empty…” Draco admitted, biting his lip when Remus’s other hand suddenly moved between the floor and his chest, twisting one of his nipples.
“That is a very good feeling to have around me,” Remus said with another growl, licking Draco’s cheekbone, moving to his ear and then trailing down his jaw. “If you’re lucky, when you feel like that I will take care of you.”
“Take… care…?” Everything was spinning, dark heady musk filling Draco’s senses and addling his mind. His skin felt aflame, Remus’s firm flesh and soft body hair jolting everywhere they touched.
Remus was licking over Draco’s throat and neck, taking a long moment to answer. His wide tongue left slick trails of saliva, only making Draco feel more overwhelmed with each sensation. “I’m going to fill you… When you feel empty… you should be filled… Would you like that, little pup?”
Vaguely remembering that Harry was the one always begging Draco to fill him, he wasn’t quite sure if he should like that. His body, on the other hand, ached greatly at the suggestion and he found himself moaning wantonly. Fingers were suddenly pushing into his entrance, two thick, slicked digits thrusting in slowly, pulling his hole side to side while Draco cried out.
“Harry says I should be gentle with you… Is that what you want, wolf?” Remus plunged his fingers in deeper, Draco’s channel clenching greedily around him. “Should I be gentle with such a proud bitch like you?”
“Oh god… alpha…” Draco had no answer, his body so tight and begging for more. He just needed something so the wildness would stop inside him. His body was burning, his hole aching and he needed more.
Remus inhaled noisily at Draco’s desperate cries, breathing the boy’s scent in. “I’m going to cover you in my scent. Everyone will know you’re mine. Everyone will know you’re being fucked by something dirty and dark. You can look as pretty and arrogant as you like, Draco, just as long as you’re filthy on the inside from my cock.”
Shuddering, Draco gaped from the words, his entire body stretching, trying to open up and get Remus’s fingers in deeper. “Please… please…”
“Say it. Tell me what you want and you can have it,” Remus taunted softly into Draco’s ear, his tongue tracing over delicately. He suddenly bit down, Draco jerking forward in surprise. “Be descriptive.”
Draco groaned, gritting his teeth as fire again raced through his veins. God, the man was such a perv. The fingers were pulled free of his channel, Draco whimpering at their loss.
“Tell me, pup. Or you will be very empty for a very long time.”
“You know what I want,” Draco muttered, refusing to meet the man’s gaze even while his hips pushed back, seeking pressure. Remus would not allow it, holding him still.
“I know what you want. I know what you’re drooling for, wishing I would do it to you even while you refuse to admit it.” Remus nipped at Draco’s shoulder, tongue soothing over quickly after. “But I want to hear you say it. You want to be filled. You want me to fuck you raw.”
Draco’s eyes fell shut, another needy moan escaping him. “Please…”
“After you tell me what you want. It’s that simple.”
Blushing scarlet, Draco fought with his pride. It was bad enough he wanted it—fucking needed it. But having to tell this fucking werewolf, the perverted fuck, just made it so much worse.
Remus ran his fingertips lightly across Draco’s entrance, circling slowly, dipping in only to withdraw whenever the boy pushed back. “I can wait. I can leave you empty and aching—you can get a taste of what Harry goes through ever single day, the desperate slut. I can leave you so hard, you might just find yourself bending to some absolute stranger… maybe another professor… maybe an upperclassman… maybe to Padfoot…” His fingers suddenly plunged into Draco, the boy crying out in agony, sweat dripping over his skin. “Mutt wants to fuck you, little pup. He might just take advantage of your very needy situation…”
Draco didn’t know why everything Remus was saying sounded so fucking tasty at the moment. It was fucked up and wrong, and Draco didn’t like fucked up sex. He also didn’t like Remus Lupin and yet one fucking bite had made it so Draco got hard over the man’s scent. Hard and aching to be filled.
“Please fuck me,” Draco whispered, wetting his lips slowly. “F-fill me… I need you to… oh god… please fill me…”
“Who do you need to fill you, pup?” Remus asked silkily, fingers pushing deeper into Draco’s tightness.
Draco groaned. “Alpha… My alpha… Please fuck me, alpha.”
“Very, very good, white wolf. How shall I fuck you?”
Draco whimpered in frustration. “I don’t care—Just fuck me.”
Remus chuckled, adding another finger and stretching the boy wide. Draco gaped at the sensation, moaning shortly after as he tried to rub his aching erection against the floor.
“The mutt wants you begging for cock, wolf. And I… well, normally I’m content as long as it’s just mine.” Remus ground his erection against the bottom of Draco’s ass. “But I seem to be getting stronger with each new packmate. Definitely getting hungrier. And when I’m hungry, everyone is hungry. It was a fine thing to see you spreading to my mate, crying out as Siri fucked your tight hole. I’d be happy to fuck the prissiness out of you just to see that again.”
Draco whined keenly, trying not to think back to last night, Sirius driving into him—Draco pushing onto the man so desperately, like some bitch slut needing cock. That was Harry, not him. The fucking werewolf wanted Draco to be just as fucked up as Black and Harry.
“You like that, don’t you?” Remus whispered, removing his fingers again and grabbing Draco’s hips. He pressed the head of his cock between Draco’s tense cheeks, rubbing teasingly against his puckered entrance. “You like having men like me and Siri want to fuck you.”
“Oh god… god, please do it…” Draco pleaded, pressing back against the thick flesh that refused to move forward.
Fucking perverted fuck! “I… I like it…” Draco muttered, blushing hotly. “Liked it when Black… when he fucked me…”
There was the sound of stretching, Sirius rolling over to grin lazily at Draco, the boy pinned beneath Remus with the werewolf’s large cock nuzzled between his cheeks. “You sure did, white wolf. And I must say, it was hardly a hardship to do the fucking, you tight little slut.”
Draco blushed brighter, biting his lip at the man’s hungry gaze. Remus licked up his ear again, breathing hot air and rocking his hips forward. “Shall we ruin you, wolf? The two of us, fucking you over and over again until you’re nothing but delicious sore pain and gushing seed? Would you like that?”
Shuddering uncontrollably, Draco swallowed hard. His body was so hot, so needy and aching, and these men knew it. They could smell his ache just as much as he smelled theirs. His pack… He had joined a pack of perverted, sex crazed canines and by joining, Draco was expected to be one as well. “Please,” he rasped weakly, knowing he was utterly lost.
Growling in reply, Remus sheathed himself in Draco’s trembling flesh in one slow, aching thrust. Draco cried out, eyes squeezed shut, hands tight in fists. Remus panted loudly in his ear, his grip on Draco’s hips painfully tense as he kept himself from taking the boy too hard. He would be gentle for now because it helped get him what he wanted—Draco Malfoy overcome and begging to be fucked.
“Oh god… oh god, you’re so… so fucking big… god…” Draco had forgotten just how big Remus felt inside, the werewolf larger than Sirius, and so, so thick. His passage clenched again and again, trying to push the hard cock out to no avail. Remus was huge, lodged in deep and fucking heavy. The man’s weight and bulging biceps only helped to wedge his cock in further, grinding as far as he could reach as he completely dominated Draco’s smaller, slender form. It made Draco ache, his body wanting to thrash, his prick pulsing even harder by having his body be so mercilessly full.
“That’s it, little slut. Open up to your alpha’s dick.” Sirius leaned in to Draco’s face that was resting heavily on the ground, licking the boy’s gasping lips. “You won’t know yourself once we’re done. You won’t want to know yourself, just be hard and aching all the time.” He lapped at Draco’s face, dog like and wet, stealing the boy’s sobs when Remus began to fuck him with slow, forceful thrusts.
It was too much, the werewolf too large and heavy, suffocating Draco in dust and saliva while Sirius continued to devour his mouth and cries. His hole was stretched so wide, Remus’s thick length rubbing burning heat along the walls of his passage with each relentless plunge. The rhythm was too slow, forcing Draco to notice every movement, his body clenching tight, only to be pushed open wide, over and over again. He was pure anticipation for each deep thrust of cock only to whine in despair when it was taken away again.
“Remi, you should see your new slut,” Sirius muttered hoarsely, tongue wiggling up Draco’s cheek as he stole a stray tear mixed with the sweat soaking his pale skin. “Such beautiful agony… He gives in a little more with each touch of your magnificent cock.”
Remus smirked down at Sirius, raising a brow while a trickle of sweat dripped off his nose and onto Draco’s pale skin flushed pink. “You’re being poetic, love.”
Sirius gave a huff, licking his lips as he sat back to watch the two of them. Remus was moving so slowly, his muscles rippling with each controlled, restrained movement. His golden skin was glowing in the dim afternoon light filtering through the boarded windows of the shack. The white wolf was groaning between aching cries of want and agony, creamy smooth flesh surrendering to each piercing assault of the werewolf’s large cock. Remus was drawing it out, pulling wave after wave of torturous need from the beautiful boy’s body.
Draco felt lost, his flesh trembling sweat and desire while he gasped for air. Remus kept pushing deep inside him, his passage clenching and gripping, trying to hold the thick length in each time. There could be nothing better than this terrible, wild agony. The ache, filled and emptied, veins throbbing fire, skin electrified and dripping wet.
Remus growled lowly in his ear, Draco moaning in agreement as his hole clenched down again on the cock filling him so completely. Remus’s thrusts changed, burying deep and then grinding shallow, faster jolts into his tight flesh. “That’s it, little bitch… Get tighter for me… Yes… clutch it hard… so hard…”
Draco moaned loudly, his chin sliding on the floor from the sweat that had collected there. Remus’s pumps were harder, slapping flesh and slick suction sounding in his ears as Draco was ground forcefully into the floor, thighs spreading further. It felt so good… so fucking big and thick and achingly hard… He needed it… needed it so bad… Just like the fucking perverted werewolf had said.
“You’re a little slut, aren’t you Draco? My little… pretty… slut…” Remus murmured in his ear, voice low and hoarse, breaking slightly with every plunge into Draco’s sore hole. “You like… being fucked… by your alpha…”
Remus was grunting, harsh breaths exploding out as he rocked his body harder on top of the smaller boy’s. Draco could feel the man swelling inside him, larger, throbbing within him, so big it could barely move. Tears streaked from Draco’s eyes, mingling with his sweat, his body so tight, his thighs and ass so tense as Remus fucked him, holding them on the edge, rocking them closer and closer in agonizing slow motion.
Remus gave a sudden groan, slamming Draco forward on the floor, spurting deep into the boy’s clenching flesh. He pinned Draco’s hips down, the boy sobbing loudly, his trapped erection spasming, jetting his seed onto his stomach and the dust covered ground.
“Oh god… oh god… oh…” Draco couldn’t stop mumbling, couldn’t stop clenching again and again, needing to keep Remus deep inside, stretching him wide. “My god…”
Remus collapsed onto Draco, tongue moving languidly over the back of the boy’s neck as he calmed his heaving body. He peeked his eye open when he heard Sirius shift, his mate looking particularly aroused as he fixed wild blue eyes on him. Remus watched, head tilting when Sirius crawled to him, the brunette’s hand shaking as he tangled fingers into Remus’s shaggy locks. Sirius kissed him slowly, desperately, mouth wide and wet and full of need.
“You are so goddamn beautiful,” Sirius said roughly, pulling at Remus’s hair, elbows knocking painfully on the ground as he pushed forward into the kiss and whispered heatedly into the man’s mouth. “Mounting that pretty bitch… Filling him so completely… He was crying, you were that perfect… I am so fucking lucky…”
Remus growled, trying to remember when Sirius had gotten so queerly romantic. It had to be the pretty wolf altering the dynamic of the pack. Harry always got so syrupy around Draco. Hopefully Draco would be corrupted as the days went on… Not that Remus was complaining about the raw need in Sirius’s voice as his mate kissed him. Sirius was a ravenous kisser, especially when horny, and Remus never complained.
“Black—you ass! S-stop!” Draco moaned, his ass cheeks flushed red and stinging as the man smacked his sore flesh again with his large hand.
“I know, you aching slut… It feels so good,” Sirius taunted, tongue licking over Draco’s heated flesh in long, hard swipes.
“Fucking hurts, you shithead,” Draco hissed, unable to ignore just how hard his cock was as he complained. Sirius had thrown him over the arm of the couch, stomach crunched uncomfortably against the rough fabric, ass up in the air while mumbling something about strawberries and cream. “Oh fuck… stop biting, you sick perv…”
Sirius groaned, teeth sinking harder into Draco’s smooth, creamy thigh, the boy jolting in his trapped location. Mouth opened wide, he ran his tongue and teeth over the boy’s pink stained ass. He gave another painful nip to the delicious flesh before him, Draco yelping in reply. He was going to teach the nasty mouthed prat a lesson, whether the white wolf wanted it or not.
As if reading his mind, which Sirius would not be surprised if his honey eyed alpha were to ever admit to such a feat, Remus summoned up some candles, lighting one and leaving them on the side table. He nudged a thick one into Sirius’s hand. It was pink and Sirius couldn’t help but grin. Remus went to sit on the other side of Draco, sprawling out nude on the couch, the boy’s flushed face panting between his knees. “Alright, Siri,” Remus said softly, petting Draco’s silky shoulder-length hair. “Make the sweet pup scream.”
Draco groaned at the words, Remus’s musky scent overbearingly strong. The werewolf was already half hard, Draco having the perfect view to watch as each gasp and yelp he made brought Remus closer to full arousal. Draco suddenly gaped, burning hot hell trickling over the top of his ass. “Oh fuck—What the fuck!” He yelled, his body tense with pain and tingling with desire.
Sirius growled, watching the wax harden and bubble on the boy’s skin. He’d wait to pull it off. Clearly the little wolf had never played with pain, and Sirius wanted to paint his tight little ass first before fucking it again. Oh, and again. Poor Harry, stuck in class. The slutty pup was so fond of the candles, especially when… Humming in anticipation, Sirius spilled the rest of the melted wax that had gathered, spreading it over Draco’s lower back, the boy jerking and hissing. He then wedged the base of the thick candle into the boy’s well abused hole, Draco crying out in surprise.
It was cool against Draco’s aching flesh, the edges sharp and pinching as Black forcefully pressed something thick between his cheeks and twisted. “Oh god… oh…” Mouth hanging open, Draco breathed out harshly, the candle being pushed in, rocking back and forth, wedging and stretching him too wide. Remus soothed fingers over his face, but Draco barely noticed, his awareness completely on his hole.
The thick intruder was suddenly withdrawn, Draco’s cheeks aching to have been stretched so far apart. Then jolting pain, splashing over his right ass cheek, dripping down and burning, tingling his already sore flesh. Black’s hand was suddenly ghosting over the spot where the burning was fading, Draco hissing as it cupped and curved to his flesh. “You fucking—Ass!” He yelped, anticipating the slap right before Sirius smacked him hard.
Draco buried his head in the couch cushion with a moan, flinching slightly from the feel of the fabric on his face. He was so hot, his skin so sensitive and fucking Black kept— “Fuck!” Biting him. He felt like he was going to go crazy if the man didn’t let up. Which meant he was probably going to go crazy, because Black was a merciless beast, just like his fucking werewolf alpha, and as long as Remus was watching, Sirius would draw out the show.
“Put it in him, Siri,” Remus ordered, fingers wrapping around Draco’s chin and pulling his face up so he could see the boy’s tormented expression. There was another hot splash of searing fluid dribbling down Draco’s other cheek and he cried out again. Only to moan, tears stinging his eyes, when the foreign object was suddenly pinching into his hole again, stretching him wide while Black tried to fuck his ass with something impossibly too large to actually fit.
“That’s it, pretty wolf. Howl filthy for me.” Sirius wiggled his tongue below the candle pushing against Draco’s entrance, slicking the sore flesh between the boy’s cheeks, teasing at the deliciously stretched hole. Draco gave a shattered moan, hips jerking fitfully. Sirius twisted the candle, Draco crying out again, louder and desperate.
“Bite him. Bruise that impossibly pale skin,” Remus said with a growl, glaring down at Draco’s gasping face. The boy was coming undone quickly, no longer swearing. Sirius would push Draco’s body to its limits, show the boy just how fucking much he liked it, and then do it again.
“Oh shit—oh—damn it, you bastard!” Draco yelped, Sirius suddenly biting at his ass cheeks with a fury, nipping again and again, jolts of burning pain barely having a moment to soothe before another one followed.
Candle safely on the table, Sirius nipped harsh bites over Draco’s pert ass, leaving violet welts to bloom. He moved down, the boy’s legs trembling as he bit the smooth thighs, tongue lapping out to soothe. Groaning, Sirius buried his face between Draco’s cheeks, nuzzling, licking over the boy’s balls. He delved his tongue deep in his crack, tasting Remus and his own cum from the last hours of fucking they had already done to the boy’s ruined hole. Sirius wanted to bury himself into Draco again and make it so the little bitch would never be as tight as when he had first had him.
He grabbed Draco roughly by the hips, holding the squirming boy still as he plunged his tongue into his sweet, slick heat. Draco started to whimper, low keening moans falling again from his swollen lips while Sirius tasted and devoured his hole. He wanted to stretch the wolf so wide, he would always be gaping, always ready to be fucked whenever Sirius wanted the beautiful boy.
And Sirius wanted him. Remus’s magical scent was strong in the air, driving Sirius’s powerful body again and again to each heated orgasm. He wondered blearily if this was what it was like for the slutty pup, always needing it, always seeking it. Harry could have a dozen orgasms in a session—Sirius was glad to not have reached such madness just yet. Surely he’d be dry of seed by the end.
“Remi, I want to fuck the bitch,” Sirius said with a groan, tearing himself from Draco’s dripping entrance with a final lick.
“Bite him. See if he complains.”
Sirius did eagerly, loving the feel of the unnaturally pale flesh as it firmed and resisted against his teeth. Draco howled in agony, each new bruise another jerk of hips and twitch of cock. “That’s it… give in to it, pup… Give me all your pain… and pleasure…”
“Once more with the candle,” Remus said after a moment, thumb pressing to Draco’s dripping bottom lip. “Then you can fill him.”
Draco whimpered in relief, knowing the current agony was at least going to end. Remus rubbed over his slick red flesh, pushing his thumb into Draco’s mouth. Draco met the werewolf’s eyes, golden gaze searing down into him. Remus grinned wickedly, warning enough for what was going to come next.
The burning trickle started at the top of Draco’s crack, the boy hissing loudly. But the waterfall of wax did not cease, Sirius spreading his tight cheeks wide, sizzling wax cascading down in rivulets of agony. Further down, spilling at the pucker of his hole, Draco shouting while Remus held his chin and kept him from looking away. Whimpering, moaning, lost, Draco only had a moment to realize Sirius was not done yet, the soft flesh of his sack drizzled in burning liquid that quickly solidified, catching on the fuzz of hair and pulling.
“Oh god… oh god… I can’t—no more…” Draco begged, tears spilling from his eyes, his breath lost and elusive as he gasped madly. Sirius didn’t care, Draco’s now burning hole again stuffed full with the candle, the base jarring into his tender flesh, pinching unbearably, and being rocked back and forth to gain further admittance.
“Little more, Siri… just give it a little more…” Remus grunted, cupping Draco’s face while the boy wailed. The candle was pushed in harder, rocking more persistent, Draco’s hole stretching impossibly wide, flesh burning with each push.
“Listen to the little slut… Just loves it, doesn’t he? Sweet little bitch, begging for a hard fuck.” Sirius ground the candle in harder, Draco’s entrance opening even more. He smiled as wax dripped on his fingers, droplets landing on Draco’s exposed opening, the boy yelping at each touch.
Draco’s cries were muffled, Remus burying his large cock into the boy’s gaping mouth. He held Draco’s hair in his fist, pushing his head back and forth while thrusting deep against the back of the boy’s throat. Draco struggled to breathe, to think and do anything more than feel at that moment. He was drowning. In cock, in cum, in pain and in pleasure… So much feeling running over his skin, tearing at the edges of his consciousness as he opened up to Remus’s hard pumps.
Suddenly the pain in his hole was gone, his cheeks again released to feel unbearably sore. Only to be replaced with damp, hard flesh, Sirius plunging his dick deep into Draco and thrusting furiously. He would have shouted if he could have, the man’s movements brutal, snapping hips jarring him forward, Remus’s cock head bruising his tonsils each time.
Draco was practically in the werwolf’s lap, arms shaking and useless as Sirius fucked him over the arm of the couch. Remus pulled Draco’s head back by his cruel grip on his hair, licking his lips when the boy was able to renew his cries of pleasured pain. “The wax, Black. Now,” he demanded fiercely. He watched Draco’s expressions intently, his other hand fisting his large, saliva soaked cock and pointing it at the boy’s lips.
Sirius growled lowly, slowing his slamming jolts so that he could peel away the splashes and streams of wax decorating Draco’s back, ass and thighs. Each tear of pink from pale skin was a renewal of the initial burn, Draco’s body jerking as air hit the spots. “Oh don’t… not there… oh fucking god… hate you…” Draco moaned weakly, Sirius reaching between his spread cheeks to pull the wax away from his raw crack and hole.
Pulling Draco’s hair tighter, Remus pushed his cock against the boy’s lips, his orgasm spurting out in long, hot streams over the boy’s face. Draco shuddered, cum dripping wet below his nose, down his chin, into his mouth to turn bitter on his tongue. The scent was all around him, inescapable. Draco knew he had to look a degraded mess, especially with the werewolf smirking so smugly, eyes running over him full of desire. Remus continued to hold him, not letting the blond turn his head while Sirius peeled an agonizing strip of wax off his sack.
The taller man was grinding Draco hard into the couch, using his hips and cock alone to hold the slender boy still. A final, painful welt of pink wax was pulled off of Draco’s thighs, Sirius growling in anticipation. He took both his hands and with perfect accuracy, slapped Draco’s red welted ass cheeks hard.
Draco gaped, eyes rolling back, vision going dim for an eternity. Fucking Black!
Chuckling, Sirius gently rubbed his palms over Draco’s stinging ass, the boy finally finding his voice enough to give a devastated groan. “It hurts good, doesn’t it, wolf?”
“Hate you…” Draco answered when Sirius pinched his ass hard. “Damn… bastard…”
Sirius curled closer to Draco’s body, getting his mouth right against his ear. “Little bitch, if you don’t admit you like it, I’m just going to keep tormenting you.” He nipped at the boy’s ear, Draco gasping lightly. “Or maybe… you want me to keep tormenting you, hmm?”
Draco groaned, Sirius grinding his cock deeper into his clenching flesh. Whatever answer he gave would just lead to more fucking. That was the only thing Draco knew for certain. For some terrible reason the damn men were not getting tired and they were just going to keep fucking Draco till the end of time.
“I think he’s enjoying himself, Siri,” Remus said, only half teasingly. Draco met the werewolf’s eyes, licking his lips under the hungry stare. “Tell me, pup. Do you like it? All sore and tight?”
Knowing he was doomed anyways, Draco answered the perverted werewolf truthfully. “Yes, alpha.”
“He needs to eat, Remi. You need to eat,” Sirius insisted.
“Fine, Siri, but you’re the one fucking him into the wall,” Remus said with a sigh, hands moving over Sirius’s sweat-soaked, taut body as his mate plunged into Draco’s hole again and again. He curved up against the taller man’s back, hips rocking with Sirius’s jerking thrusts. God, he was so hard. Still. It was dark outside again and Remus was still hard. He had gone through something similar when Harry had first joined the pack. Remus could only hope that it would settle down just as quickly. He had classes to teach.
“Oh fuck… fuck me, Remi…” Sirius groaned, pushing back into Remus’s hard length while Draco whimpered in front of him. “Need it.”
“Food, Siri. You wanted us to eat,” Remus reminded, wiggling his hips and nudging his cock between Sirius’s damp cheeks.
“After you fuck me,” Sirius said hoarsely, burying himself deeper into Draco’s tightness. Draco gave a moan, head falling heavily on the wall in front of him.
Remus grinned, biting Sirius’s shoulder hard. “Wolf and werewolf sandwich, with my lovely dog dripping cum in the middle. I couldn’t possibly refuse that.”
Sirius gasped, groaning loudly when Remus sheathed himself inside with slow, forceful thrusts. “Oh yeah… that’s it… fuck…”
Holding his mate tight, Sirius pressed hard up against the wall with Draco panting loudly, Remus had a terrible thought. “Where the hell is Harry?”
“What?” Sirius asked with a grunt, head turning to meet Remus’s questioning gaze. “Class… right?”
“Class ended hours ago,” Draco muttered, pushing back against Sirius’ hard body, rubbing slowly to get friction on his tense ass and thighs.
“Shit,” Sirius said, eyes closing. “What if he’s as bad off as we are?”
“That’s… oh yeah… that was what I was worried about…” Remus said, jaw tightening when Sirius clenched tight around his cock, holding him in deep.
“T-training…” Draco reminded. “He’s had months… to control the ache…”
“Right… months…” Sirius agreed, pulling Draco’s head back by his hair and kissing the boy.
“Still…” Harry had not come back. All he had to do was look at the Marauder’s Map. Remus’s slutty pup could tell that his pack was together and had chosen not to join in. Something had to be wrong. Remus gave a tremendous groan, pulling away from the delicious tightness of Sirius’s ass. Sirius whimpered despairingly to lose his mate’s impressive cock.
“I’ll go,” Remus muttered, seeking out his pants among the mess of clothing on the floor. His shirt had managed to become tangled around the foot of the couch. “You two… Just keep doing what you’re doing… I’ll try and remember food.” He gave a final burning stare to his mate and new packmate, Draco looking particularly anguished. The boy had to be exhausted, even if still rock hard again.
Harry was going to be one happy pup when he realized just how much Draco had adapted to pack fucking. He had always been disappointed when his pretty wolf wouldn’t join in, waiting aside for Harry to be done with Remus and Sirius before having the slut. It didn’t look like that was going to be a problem anymore.
Now if only Remus could find the little bitch…