Work Text:
The lounge glowed with light from the embers on the hearth, and Harry, sleepy, hair even more dishevelled, looked up from his spot on the floor.
“Remus,” Harry said, giving him a soft smile. “I want to move in.”
“Here?” he answered.
Harry nodded, his green eyes twinkling. “I’ve had such a good Christmas with you and Teddy. I don’t want to go home. Please say yes.”
“Yes.”
*
Remus remembered the first night Harry came to them. It had been raining, which wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, not when he and Teddy lived in a little cottage by the sea.
It was only six months after the war, and Remus was still mourning the death of his wife. Harry was still mourning, too. Of course he was.
The storm battered the windows, eager to get inside. When Remus heard the knock, he almost didn’t rise from his chair.
Then the knock came again, this time more insistent, and Remus hurried to his door.
Harry stood on the other side, drenched. He looked as if he had swam across the ocean to get to him.
For a moment, Remus was too shocked to react, but then Harry flung himself into his arms, clinging to him.
“I didn’t want to bother you,” Harry murmured, trembling.
“You must be freezing. Come inside. I’ll warm you up.”
Remus sat Harry by the fire and dried him with a series of spells. Then he took off his trainers and wrapped him in a big blanket. Harry blinked at him, tears in his eyes.
“Tea?” Remus asked.
“Please.”
They sat together in silence, listening to the crackling flames, and sipped their hot tea. I’m glad Teddy’s asleep, Remus thought.
“I’m sorry,” Harry said finally.
“Don’t apologise,” Remus said, hurting for him. His voice came out too harsh.
Harry gulped. His mug shook in his hands. “I just keep having nightmares. I keep seeing them. Dad. Mum. Sirius. Coming out of the stone.”
“What you went through was awful, Harry. Traumatic. You will need time.”
Harry looked away, another tear falling down his cheek. “I’m so glad you’re alive.”
“Me too,” Remus said gravely, thinking of Teddy. Poor little Teddy. It made his chest clench in panic when he imagined him an orphan.
More silence, both deeply pensive. Then: “Can I come around more often, Remus?” Harry was biting his lip and looking rather hopeful. Behind his glasses, his eyes shone bright, too bright. They were gorgeous.
“Of course,” Remus said.
Grinning sadly, Harry set down his mug and slid off the blanket. He stood. “I should be going.”
“You could stay … there’s a guest room …”
“No, not tonight.”
Remus stood as well. “I don’t have a Floo, unfortunately. You will need to Apparate.”
Nodding, Harry looked away, his cheeks suddenly pink. “Can I hug you goodbye?”
“Of course, Harry.”
Then Harry threw himself into his arms, and he clung to Remus with such intensity that it made Remus’ breath catch. Hero worship, Remus thought. He wanted to explain that he could never replace James or Sirius or anyone else Harry had lost. He could only be himself.
Harry breathed deeply, soft tremors going through his body, and Remus carefully placed his hand on the small of his back. His shirt had ridden up and his fingers touched bare, hot skin.
He isn’t a boy anymore, Remus thought. A throb went through him. It wasn’t right.
Remus tried to pull away, but Harry only let him move back an inch. Remus was a little taller than him. He stared into those emerald eyes.
We shouldn’t hug like this, Remus wanted to say. You are too vulnerable and I’m too randy.
Harry leaned in, and for one terrifying moment, Remus thought he would be kissed. At the last second, Harry’s lips changed direction and landed on his cheek.
“Thank you,” Harry said, mouth still ghosting his skin.
Remus put his hands on his shoulders and gently eased him away. If he wasn’t careful, he would let Harry—a teenage boy—give him a stiffy.
“Goodnight, Remus,” Harry murmured.
Remus nodded, unable to speak. He watched Harry leave.
*
After that, Harry came around nearly daily. He was doing a lot of Apparating, which would have exhausted Remus, but Harry was still a teenager with lots of energy.
Harry adored Teddy. He couldn’t keep his hands off him. He loved cradling him against his chest, rocking him, and murmuring sweetness to his little face.
It was a relief to have Harry around. Harry fed Teddy, and changed his nappy, and popped up from the settee when Teddy woke up from his kip and cried.
“You are spoiling me,” Remus said with a tired smile.
Harry beamed. “I enjoy it.”
Remus made sure to always have a hot meal ready for Harry. Harry loved food, and Remus loved the way he lit up when he ate something he enjoyed. He was still a growing boy, so Remus made sure to serve him lots of protein and veg.
“You make the best kidney pie,” Harry gushed, mouth full, his eyes so bright.
“Even better than Molly’s?” Remus winked.
“Yes, even better than hers. And she’s a brilliant cook!”
Remus flushed, he couldn’t help it. It pleased him a great deal to make Harry happy.
Harry also helped Remus with household chores. Sometimes he did the washing up, or scrubbed the bathtub, or Spelled the laundry to clean itself in the buckets outside.
Remus spent his free time out in the garden, and Harry joined him there too, sweating under the sun on cloudless days.
One day, Remus sat back on his hunches. “Shouldn’t you be with your mates?” he asked, wiping the sweat from his brow.
“Ron and Hermione? They’re fine without me.”
Remus watched his face. “What do you mean?”
Harry shrugged, his hands still buried in soil. “They are dating, you know. They are making up for lost time.”
“That doesn’t mean they don’t want you around.”
Harry smiled at him, and there was no sadness in his expression. “They want to be alone right now, and I get it.”
“You do?”
“Oh yeah …” Harry trailed off, his gaze now trained on the horizon. He looked thoughtful, his bronze skin gleaming in the sun.
“And what about Ginny?” Remus asked carefully.
Now Harry’s gaze was back on Remus. “Ginny?”
“Yes, I thought you two …” Remus felt too stupid to continue.
Harry gulped. “We broke up.”
“Oh. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Harry said. “I think she’s dating Luna now.”
Remus blinked. “I had no idea.”
Harry laughed. “Don’t look so shocked! Loads of my friends are gay.”
“Loads?” Remus asked weakly.
“Yeah … I can name like four off the top of my head.”
Remus couldn’t look at Harry. His flush had returned. “Well … that’s nice.”
Now it was Harry’s turn to do a bit of watching. His tense gaze would probably burn a hole right through Remus if he wasn’t careful. “Does it disgust you?” he asked.
“Of course not,” Remus said, but he stood and quickly cleaned the soil from his skin and clothes with a few spells. He made for the door and Harry rushed after him.
Inside the house, they didn’t say anything as Remus quietly made a refreshing snack of fizzy lemonades and sliced cucumbers. Harry leaned against the cupboard, his eyes tracking him.
“Did you know anyone who was gay or queer or whatever when you were growing up?”
Remus set down the glasses and put his back to Harry, squeezing his eyes closed. He really didn’t want to have this conversation. “Sure,” he said after a long moment.
“Sure? What does that mean?”
“It means I knew my fair share of people who weren’t straight.”
“What about Sirius?”
Remus laughed and grabbed the glasses again. He shook his head as he walked them over to the kitchen table. “Sirius didn’t date.”
“Yeah … but was he straight?”
There was something in Harry’s voice that made Remus look at him. The boy almost sounded incredulous.
“Why do you ask? Do you not think he was straight?”
Harry shrugged and came over to sit down at the table. He popped a cucumber slice into his mouth. “I don’t know … he seemed pretty gay to me.”
Remus laughed. “Really?”
“Yeah …” Harry was eyeing him. “You and him never …?”
Remus choked on his sip of lemonade. He sputtered. “What?”
“Sorry!” Harry said, panicking. “I just assumed!”
“Assumed what, Harry?”
“That you and him …” Harry’s complexion was a deep red.
Remus was struggling to accept what Harry was saying to him. Everything he was implying. “Harry … Do you think I’m not straight?”
“Oh, bugger,” Harry muttered. He covered his face with his hands. “I’ve just made a fool of myself, haven’t I?”
Remus remained silent as he carefully ate a few cucumbers and took some sips of his lemonade. For some reason, he felt as if he would overstep an important boundary if he was honest with Harry about his sexuality.
He deserves to know the truth.
Taking a deep breath, Remus said, “I fancy both men and women.” He kept his eyes firmly on the table.
Harry laughed. “I knew it!”
Remus looked at him, a little annoyed. “You’ve been thinking about it, have you?”
“Yeah!”
“And why would my sexuality matter to you?”
Harry’s expression fell. “Oh. Um.” He bit his lip. “BecauseIthinkI’mgay.”
“What?”
“Because I think I’m gay.”
Remus felt a hot throb shoot through him, straight to his cock. No, he thought sternly.
“That’s brilliant, Harry,” Remus said in his best fatherly voice. “Thank you so much for telling me.”
“You don’t … care?”
“I shall support you no matter how you identify.”
Harry sucked in a relieved breath. “Thank you for saying that.”
Smiling, Remus reached for his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “I care deeply for you, Harry. Never forget that.”
Harry stared at their joined hands. He licked his lips. “I—I care deeply for you, too.”
A few months later, Harry moved into Remus’ little cottage by the sea.
*
It was difficult sharing a home with Harry. He wasn’t loud or messy or annoying. He helped out with the chores and the cooking, and even continued his doting of Teddy.
The problem was Remus was … inappropriate. It was ridiculous how many times he thought about shagging the boy. And he was a boy. Harry might have been Britain’s saviour, but he was still only eighteen.
For the longest time, Remus’ sex drive had been nonexistent. He had been too ashamed of himself, of being a werewolf, to seek out physical contact. Then he had fallen in love with Tonks, and it had felt as if colour had suddenly been introduced into his life.
I just miss Tonks, Remus told himself as he watched Harry emerge from the shower in the mornings, a towel clinging to his water-licked waist. I got used to frequent sex, and now I’m suffering from withdrawal.
The boy was entirely too attractive. And the werewolf inside Remus wanted him.
Harry smelled brilliantly. He smelled of bright sunshine and clean sandalwood and hot foliage. He smiled so brightly, those gorgeous eyes the colour of emeralds, and he wore oversized shirts that hid his firm stomach, his broad chest.
He’s still a boy.
He’s still a boy.
At night, Remus lay in bed, staring into the darkness, and remembered what Harry had said to him: I think I’m gay. It made him shiver to remember those words. It terrified him.
He’s too beautiful to be gay. There. Remus forced himself to admit the crux of his discomfort. Remus had spent decades internalising his homophobia, adding his attraction to men to the long list of why he should hate himself.
Harry was too beautiful, too perfect, too pure to want it like Remus wanted it.
Run away, Remus wanted to tell him as they ate breakfast at the kitchen table or lounged in front of the wireless in the late evening. Run, run away before I gobble you up.
The wolf was desperate to breed the boy.
*
Then Harry began to touch him. Remus wasn’t used to being touched. He and Tonks had been too focussed on the war to prioritise affection.
“Right behind you,” Harry said as he placed a hot palm on the centre of Remus’ back. They were in the kitchen and Harry was reaching for a glass in the cupboard.
Remus shivered. Harry had been out in the sun, browning up, and he radiated so much heat.
Is he doing it on purpose? Remus thought as Harry slid his chest against his back. Then: Jesus, I hope not.
“Perhaps next time you can just use your wand,” he said.
Harry grinned. “Perhaps not.”
They still worked out in the garden together, and it was very bright now. Harry tore off his shirt the moment he was under the sun, his skin glistening, his muscles flexing. He had the cutest trail of black hair at his navel.
Even in the garden, Harry couldn’t stop touching him. Hands sliding over his shoulders, fingers gripping his arms and wrists. One time he even reached up and tucked a bit of Remus’ greying hair behind his ear.
It was all too much and not enough.
Remus wanted to demand answers from him. He wanted to know his intentions, but teenagers rarely understood their own intentions, and he was sure Harry was just experimenting.
*
Harry had a lot of time on his hands. Too much time. He was a boy with vaults full of gold. He was a boy with very little direction.
“I thought you wanted to become an Auror?” Remus asked one night as they ate dinner in front of the wireless.
Shrugging, Harry said, “Not anymore.”
This made Remus frown. “Do you have any other plans …?”
“Nope.”
His frown deepened. He didn’t want to pry but he was worried about the boy. Harry had been through so much.
Teddy began to cry so Remus took him into his arms and fed him his bottle Summoned from the kitchen. Teddy stared up at him with big brown eyes. Tonks’ eyes.
“There’s nothing wrong with me,” Harry continued. He pushed around his pasta in his bowl.
“I know that,” Remus said hastily.
“I don’t like it when you frown. I know it means you are fretting about me.”
Remus sighed. “I do fret, you’re right. I just …”
Harry raised his chin. “I don’t need another father figure, Remus.”
He blinked at Harry. “Oh.” Then: “What do you need then?”
“A friend.”
*
It was several months after Harry moved in, and summer showers had chased away any bit of cold in the air. It was late, too late, and Teddy was long put to bed. Harry still wasn’t home.
Remus paced the lounge, trying not to fret. Harry had gone out with a group of mates. It was perfectly normal to stay out so late at that age.
Remus couldn’t help but to imagine what Harry was doing. Drinking flowing ale, eating salty chips. He was probably flirting with other boys, leaning in close, touching them. Perhaps he was having himself a snog in a dark corner, or even a wank in the toilet. Perhaps he had even gone home with somebody …
Jealousy flared hotly inside Remus. It was sudden and intense and it utterly reeked of the wolf. The full moon was close.
“These feelings aren’t real,” Remus told himself sternly. They would pass just like everything else passed. The wolf could not be trusted.
Then the front door swung open, and there was Harry. His cheeks were flushed, his shirt damp with sweat. His hair was windswept.
“Sorry,” Harry said, closing the door and grinning meekly. “Did I disturb you?”
“No,” Remus said gruffly, frozen in the middle of his lounge.
“I was out too late. Sorry about that.”
“Don’t apologise.”
Harry strode to the kitchen. He smelled of ale and smoke and rain.
“Did you have a good evening?” Remus asked, now in the doorway of the kitchen, watching as Harry poured himself a glass of water.
“Oh, yeah. Ron and Hermione were able to join me. Neville was also there. It’s always good fun to see him.”
“Neville …” Remus tried to remember if Neville was straight or not.
As if sensing his thoughts, Harry gave him a shy look. “I also met someone.”
“Oh.”
Harry looked down at his feet, his teeth digging into his lush bottom lip. “He’s older … older than you.”
Remus blinked at him. “Do you think that’s wise?”
Now Harry had raised his head. There was something defiant in his gaze, something challenging. “What do you mean?”
“You are young and beautiful, Harry—”
“You think I’m beautiful?”
Remus pressed his mouth shut. He had said too much. Harry, now looking quite the Gryffindor, stepped forward with a spark in his eye.
“His name is David,” Harry said, now close enough to touch Remus.
“David.”
“And he’s over forty, maybe even close to fifty …”
Remus shut his eyes. It was too much. He couldn’t bear to imagine it. Then he felt Harry close the space between them, all his lovely heat reaching for him, and Harry brushed his lips against his cheek.
The kiss was scorching.
“Don’t,” Remus said, eyes still closed.
“Remus …” Harry kissed him again, this time dangerously close to his mouth.
“I said don’t.” Remus twisted away, giving Harry his back. His eyes were open now, but they were unseeing. They were both breathing hard, nearly panting.
“I want you to know that I know,” Harry whispered.
Know what? Remus wanted to snap, but he didn’t respond, he couldn’t. And anyway, the question was unnecessary. They both knew what Harry was talking about.
“I’m going to bed,” Remus said, not turning around.
“But—”
“No, I don’t want to talk about this right now.”
“Okay.” Harry sounded defeated.
*
Harry’s birthday arrived with a wave of hot sunlight and muggy air.
“Are you sure you still want your party to be held in the garden?” Remus asked.
“Yeah … We’ve got Cooling Spells.” Harry gave an unconcerned shrug.
Remus spent the day in the kitchen, whipping up Harry’s birthday cake and the rest of the food they would serve at the party. Teddy was walking now, which was a blessing and a curse. He followed Remus so closely that he almost made him trip.
Remus was anxious about the party. Harry had invited David.
As he cooked, he tried not to growl too much. Sod David! The last thing Remus wanted to see was Harry with a man so much older than him. It was not right. It was disgusting.
And it was unfair. So, so unfair.
Harry should be with me, Remus found himself thinking. It was a ridiculous, naughty thought.
A large crowd showed up for Harry’s party. Remus had been deluding himself thinking he could have fit all these people into his small cottage. No, it had to be held outside, no matter the weather.
Underneath swaying fairy lights and a colourful dusk sky, all of Harry’s loved ones gathered to celebrate him. There were entirely too many Weasleys in attendance. Remus couldn’t even name them all.
There was music and dancing and card games. There was also Quidditch, which Harry partook in with such vigour.
Remus indulged in several Whiskey Gingers as Molly and Fleur watched Teddy for him. His mood was black, he couldn’t help it. His eyes kept cutting to the entrances, expecting to see David.
Then his worst fears became reality when he spotted a lanky older man cross the grounds toward the party. The man was attractive, too attractive. He had greying blond hair—like Remus. His face was unmarred, though.
This David bloke looked whole. Unlike Remus.
Harry jumped off his broom, beaming. “David!” he cried, rushing to him.
The older man gathered up Harry and kissed him thoroughly. Remus felt white hot rage. The wolf sprang to the forefront of his mind.
How dare that man kiss what was Remus’? How dare he touch what Remus owned!
And Remus owned Harry. He did, he did. He had claimed him. Not properly, no—but Harry still belonged to the wolf.
Growling, Remus knocked back his whiskey and turned away. He couldn’t stand seeing Harry and David together.
The night wore on. Remus kept to the shadows. He was grumpy, so grumpy, but he also didn’t want anyone to know. Tonight was about Harry, not him and his inappropriate thoughts.
Teddy was allowed to stay up for cake, but soon after, he was put to bed by Molly. Remus was rather thankful for the help.
Everyone enjoyed the cake Remus had baked. It pleased him to hear so, but then he glowered when he spotted David feeding Harry little bites of it. Buttercream was smeared on his lips.
I should kill him, Remus thought darkly. I should rip his bloody head off.
“Hello,” came a voice behind Remus, which made him start and spin around. It was Arthur Weasley.
“Oh, hello,” Remus said gruffly.
Arthur raised his eyebrows. “Holding up?” He said this as he took a casual drink of his ale.
Remus tried and failed to calm his expression. “Yes, of course. Why would you think anything was wrong?”
Shrugging, Arthur stepped up to stand beside Remus, looking at Harry. Remus turned around to face the same way.
They didn’t speak for a long moment. Across the grass, Harry let out a joyful laugh. This David was turning out to be quite the comedian.
“Is this about Harry or Tonks?” Arthur asked quietly.
Remus glanced at him, irritated. “What?”
“Your foul mood. I don’t mean to pry, but … I’m here to talk if you need it. I know it can be difficult to enjoy happy moments when you’re grieving.”
Remus shook his head, not knowing what to say. “This isn’t about Tonks,” he said finally, the guilt almost overwhelming. “It should be about her, but it’s not.”
“Then it’s about Harry.”
Remus didn’t say anything. His silence was enough.
Arthur nodded thoughtfully. “Harry’s been through a great deal. Obviously. We all have. But he still manages to love big, doesn’t he? At least the war didn’t rob him of that.”
“Love big …”
“Yes.” Arthur gave him an earnest look. “And he loves you, Remus. I’m sure you can see.”
For some stupid reasons, tears blurred his eyes. “Harry shouldn’t love me.”
“Why not?”
“Because he should love someone else! Someone more appropriate!”
“Like David?”
“Like Ginny! Like—Like Hermione!”
Arthur looked a bit sad. “It should have been nice for him to be with my daughter, rather nice, but it is obvious that isn’t what he wants.”
“He’s misguided if he thinks he wants me.”
“Why?”
“WHY?” Remus’ voice was entirely too loud. He flinched.
Arthur didn’t react. “You are a catch, Remus. And Harry is old enough to decide things for himself. Far old enough. The war stole his innocence, don’t you think?”
“He still has his innocence,” Remus growled. “Bits of it. And I won’t be the one to take what remains.”
Arthur sighed. “I’ll be frank with you, then. The boy’s in love with you. Everyone knows it. And Molly and I have seen the way you look at him. You love him, too.”
Remus was too stunned to form a response. He just stared at Arthur.
“I know it’s not my place to say, but … I respect you Remus. I care about you. So does Molly. And we just want you to be happy. The both of you.”
It felt as if Remus’ world were crumbling around him. He felt shattered.
“Oh,” he said, managing a gulp. “I see.”
Arthur rested a gentle hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “Harry doesn’t want that David man; he wants you. So, let him have you.”
Once again, Remus couldn’t respond. Panic and confusion and hope warred inside him.
“Just think about it,” Arthur said after a moment. Then he walked away.
*
After the party, Remus attempted to convince himself that he wasn’t drunk, but he was. Rather so.
Still, he did his best to help clean up, before he thanked everyone for coming and fled back into his small cottage. He went to his bedroom and laid down on his bed, but tension drummed through him. He listened closely for Harry’s return. Did the boy go home with his older boyfriend?
Grumbling, Remus got out of his bed and went out to the lounge. He halted when he saw someone sitting on the settee in front of the fire.
“Oh,” he said, recognising Harry.
Harry looked up. He’d been watching the flames. “Hello.”
Remus frowned. “I thought you’d left.”
“Why?”
Remus sat down on the settee next to him. The alcohol was blurring everything. It also made the words come easy. “I thought you’d want to be shagging David right now.”
Harry watched him. “A shag does sound nice right now.”
Remus didn’t look away. He didn’t inch to the other end of the settee. No, he stared into the boy’s eyes and felt his body language. “I hated seeing you with him.”
“I know.”
Remus sucked in a breath. He wanted to snarl. “Arthur spoke to me.”
“I saw.”
“What do you think we spoke of?”
Harry smiled a little. “Me?”
For some reason, his smile irritated Remus. “You surely think highly of yourself.”
“I know that you want me. I’ve known for a while. That doesn’t make me a narcissist.”
Remus sucked in a breath. “I did my best to keep it proper between us.”
“I know.”
“I never wanted to make you uncomfortable.”
“I could never be uncomfortable around you.”
Remus laughed dryly. “Even when we have a row in Grimmauld Place and my magic tries to hurt you? Even then?”
Sighing dreamily, Harry said, “That was so hot. It was still shit what you were trying to do, mind. But … you were hot. Your magic was. Your anger.”
Remus gulped back the shame. “I was afraid, Harry. I didn’t want to endanger my baby—my wife. And I wanted to devote myself to ending Voldemort.”
“Yes.”
There was a moment of silence, the fire crackling on the hearth, being a bit too warm. Then: “Arthur said you’re in love with me.”
“I am in love with you, Remus.”
“God.”
Smiling again, Harry inched closer. “I’ve been in love with you for ages.”
“Don’t say that.”
“Why?”
Remus shook his head, unable to explain. The wolf was rearing up inside him. It was excited.
“Nobody cares, you know,” Harry whispered, voice so close. “Us being together.”
“I care!”
“You shouldn’t, Remus. Oh, you shouldn’t. I’m grown enough to make the decision for myself. I am.”
“You are still a boy!”
“No, I’m a man. I have been since that night in the Great Hall—when I had to raise my wand to Lord Voldemort—”
Remus shuddered. He felt a few tears roll down his cheeks. “I don’t want you to waste your youth on someone like me. I’m a werewolf; I’m poor and a single dad, and—”
Harry kissed him. It wasn’t shy or hesitant. The boy kissed him quite insistently.
Moaning, Remus let himself return the kiss, just a little. Then he yanked back. “What about David?”
Harry shook his head. “He doesn’t matter. I’ll end things immediately if only you’ll have me—”
Remus shoved the boy back onto the settee. He crawled on top of him. Harry gazed up at him with wide eyes.
“I don’t think you have a clue what sex with me would be like,” Remus growled, looming.
“Show me!”
Remus snatched his throat, pressing down. “I’m a werewolf, damn you. Do you know what that means?”
“You’re a creature?”
“And do you know what happens to my prick when I fuck?”
Harry’s eyes rolled back a little. “I’ve heard rumours. God, Remus, it’s all I’ve been able to think about.”
“I want to hear you say it. So you know exactly what you’re getting yourself into.”
“You have a knot!”
“Yes.” Remus leaned down and brushed their mouths together. “My seed is also more potent, Harry. Do you know that wizards can get pregnant, too?”
“Oh my God.”
“Do you?”
“Yes!”
Remus reached down to fondle Harry, touching him for the very first time. “If I knot you, there’s a good chance I will impregnate you. Do you really want that?”
“Yes!”
“Why, damn you? Why?”
It was Harry’s turn to cry. “Because I love you, Remus. I love you, I love you—”
“Tell me I make you happy.”
“You make me happy!”
“Tell me you want to be with me.”
“I want you, I want you!”
“And no one else?”
“No one else!”
Losing the last shred of his control, Remus stood and yanked Harry into his arms. He carried him to his bedroom.
“I hadn’t realised you were so strong,” Harry murmured.
“Hush, now.”
In his bedroom, Remus lowered him to the bed. “Take off your clothes,” he ordered.
Blushing, Harry began to undress. Remus locked the door and cast a Silencing Spell. He didn’t want their lovemaking to wake Teddy. He expected he was about to make Harry scream.
When he turned back to the bed, he found Harry naked against the duvet. The sight rendered him speechless. The boy was beautiful beyond words.
“Do you like it?” Harry asked shyly.
“Of course,” Remus said hoarsely, staring at his cock. His beautiful, beautiful cock. It was already so hard for him.
Trembling, Remus stepped closer. He was rather self conscious as he removed his clothes, too. He wasn’t young or beautiful like Harry. And he had scars. Loads of them.
Harry popped up to touch him. His eyes were wide behind his glasses as he trailed his fingers over Remus’ chest, following one of his nastiest scars.
Remus sucked in his stomach, utterly on edge. He felt his cock fattening up. He didn’t say anything as he let Harry explore him with shy fingers.
“You’re stunning,” the boy whispered.
Remus snorted. “I look sixty, not forty.”
Harry raised his beautiful eyes. “No.” Then he put his mouth on Remus’ chest, tasting the hair then, licking until he met a nipple. He teased him shyly, his tongue lapping at the nub, his teeth biting down a little.
Hissing, Remus’ hands buried in his hair. It was sweet to see the boy sucking on his tit. “Are you my little pup?” he asked, so bloody aroused.
Harry’s gaze flashed in humour. He released his nipple to say, “Do I get to wear a little tail if I say yes?”
Remus bared his teeth. “You are testing my patience.”
The boy leered. “Good.”
Remus shoved him back onto the bed. It made the boy gasp.
Remus made room for himself between the boy’s thighs, then cast a Lube Spell. His fingers were dripping wet as he pressed one to his role.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
Harry nodded desperately. He widened his thighs. “Please.”
Staring into his face, Remus worked a finger inside him. The penetration was far easier than he imagined. It made Remus snarl quietly. “Why are you stretched? Did David fuck you?”
Harry squirmed, the colour high in his face. “I wank, that’s all!”
“That doesn’t explain why your hole is used,” Remus snarled, now working a second finger inside him.
“I fuck myself thinking of you! I’ve been virtually insatiable!”
Remus curled his fingers up, searching and searching. He knew he found the boy’s prostate when Harry’s mouth dropped open and his eyes rolled back.
“Does that feel good?” Remus cooed, massaging.
“Oh, God.”
“Does it?”
“Yes!”
“I’m going to suck your cock now. Your pretty, pretty cock—” Remus lowered his head and took him into his mouth. He felt how Harry went even more stiff for him.
“Remus!” Harry cried.
Growling, he sucked greedily, utterly letting the boy’s taste fill his mouth. It was euphoric. Harry tasted like a damn sweet.
Remus cradled his balls as he bobbed his head. His sac was cute and tidy—the perfect size for his palm. Harry thrust, needing more, and Remus felt his sac flex as he did it.
Gorgeous, gorgeous, Remus thought, taking him all the way to his throat.
Harry cried out. He was shuddering. “Oh, God, Oh, God,” he chanted.
Remus kept him in his throat, growling, even as his world began to spin from lack of oxygen. Then, gasping, he came up to breathe, before he went back down again, working Harry’s tip even further into him.
Remus also played with his prostate as he deep-throated him.
“You’re making me come,” Harry sobbed, squirming.
With reluctance, Remus released him. Saliva spilled down his chin. “I think you’re ready for me,” he said, voice all gravel.
“I am!”
“I think you’re ready, I think you’re ready,” Remus said, repeating himself. He’d lost the plot a bit. He couldn’t believe any of this was happening.
Remus cast another Lube Spell as he got into position. His prick was throbbing so needily in his grasp. His knot was already forming.
Remus paused to look down at Harry. “This might hurt, love,” he whispered.
Harry grabbed his shoulders. He thrust up, rubbing himself against Remus. “I know. I want it.”
“I’ll do my best to remain in control,” Remus said, shuddering. “I’ll do my bloody best, I swear. Just tell me to stop if it hurts too much and I’ll do my best—”
“I want you to lose control,” Harry murmured, gazing up at him with a mix of arousal and worship. “I want you to take me.”
“Damn you,” Remus snarled, and he pressed inside. He gasped as he felt Harry’s young arse give way to his cock. The boy had stretched himself, yes, but it was still all so tight. Brutally tight.
Remus lost all sense of his surroundings as he pressed and pressed. It was only when he was all the way inside that he paused to focus. Underneath him, Harry was sobbing.
“God, are you all right?” Remus asked shakily.
“YES!”
“Please don’t cry, please, please—” Remus repeated this as he pulled out and worked back in. He tried to focus on Harry’s face but the pleasure was too overwhelming. The wolf was taking over.
“It feels too good not to cry,” Harry gasped, arching. “God, I’ve never felt anything like it.”
“Harry, I’m losing myself,” Remus said raggedly.
“Do it.”
“Tell me to stop now. Please, please. Tell me to stop if you don’t want my knot. Tell me, tell me. I’m losing myself.”
“I said, Do it!”
Growling, Remus wrapped both hands around Harry’s throat. He used it as leverage to slam into him, over and over.
Harry cried out.
“You’re mine, damn you! You’re mine, you’re mine!”
“YES!”
“I’ve been desperate for you. So fucking desperate. My knot needed you. It did, it did. I needed to impregnate you.”
“Remus!”
He pounded into Harry, his unseeing eyes trained on the boy’s face. His stomach rubbed against his cock as he did it. Harry went breathless every time he hit his prostate.
“You saved us all, my perfect boy,” Remus said, still pounding, his bollocks hitting his arse.
“I didn’t have a choice!”
“You could have walked away. You could have turned coward and fled. But you stayed to fight. Just like me. Oh, my perfect, perfect boy. I adore you. I need you. Oh, Harry, I need you.”
“Please, please,” Harry cried, clinging to him.
Remus buried his face against his throat and utterly used him. He was snarling loudly, sounding like a beast. His knot was catching. It didn’t slow his thrusts.
Distantly, he felt Harry stiffen up beneath him and come all over himself. He’d made the boy come untouched.
It was the smell of his release that made Remus peak, too. He felt the swelling of his knot more than he felt his orgasm. His knot was big—bigger than usual.
Remus managed just a few more thrusts before they were locked in place. Growling, he spent several minutes just licking, nuzzling Harry.
Mewling, Harry reached between them to stroke himself. The boy was trying to come for a second time.
Staring down at his face, Remus worked his hips just a little, utterly stretching his hole. The boy’s eyes rolled back.
“Are you going to come for me again?” he snarled quietly.
“Yes, yes!”
“You just love being fucked by a wolf that much?”
Harry’s mouth dropped open. He went stiff again, his strokes turning desperate.
“Do it, then. Don’t keep me waiting. Come on my knot.”
Harry barely made any noise as he orgasmed a second time. Surprisingly, he still released just as much semen.
Oh, to be young again, Remus thought.
It took several more minutes for his knot to deflate. As they waited, Remus kissed and caressed Harry. The boy murmured sleepily, barely awake.
Then Remus was able to pull out, and he grabbed for his wand. He wanted to make sure Harry was cleaned up.
“Do you need a Healing Spell?” Remus asked.
“No, I want to feel it,” Harry whispered.
Nodding, Remus set aside his wand and curled himself around Harry. He hesitated. “You know … all that rubbish about me getting you pregnant is only a little true. It does take more work for a wizard to get pregnant, even with a knot.”
Harry snuggled closer. “I want it to be true. I want to have your baby. Create our own little family together. Don’t you think Teddy would like a sibling?”
Remus felt himself tearing up. He clung to Harry and kissed the boy’s throat tenderly. “I love you so, so much.”
“I love you, too.”
They fell asleep in each other’s arms.