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The Boy Who Cried Wolf – Impatience
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters, and I'm just borrowing them for fun.
Warnings: There is some wolf action in this chapter, but nothing graphic. This will be MM SLASH, lots of smut, some darkness, some cursing, minor amounts of violence, and maybe even some fluff.
“Just take a deep breath.” Snape ordered, setting his book aside and then adding softly, “It will be okay, I am here.”
He stroked the small wolf’s coat soothingly, feeling its body twist and shake uncontrollably. Small whimpering noises escaped the animal. “Stop fighting the change, Harry. Let it happen.”
The animal howled in pain, twisting violently, his paws swiping the air. Severus hissed in pain as sharp claw sliced his cheek, he bit back a string of curses, trying to set Harry down on the floor for the change. It was impossible to move the 90 pound canine where he wanted it, and Harry was no help, twisting and racked with spasms. Finally, he shoved the animal firmly, letting Harry fall to the ground, and he winced when the wolf hit the ground with a loud bark. Way to go, Snape, he scolded himself. He watched Harry wither in change, wondering if there were anything he could do. Usually, he was very useful in situations like this, level-headed and quick acting. Apparently that wasn’t so this time, because he had no idea what to do besides watch Harry contort in pain. Maybe… he could go get a blanket or something… Anything but watch this.
As his bones started snapping apart, Harry struggled to open his tear-filled eyes and he watched Severus walk away as he suffered helplessly on the floor.
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Half an hour later, Severus knelt on one knee, leaning over Harry who was sprawled on his back, breathing heavily. He gently cupped the back of Harry’s head, holding it up, touching the lip of a water glass of his mouth.
Harry took a small sip, and then another before turning his head away. “Thanks.”
Snape simply nodded, setting the glass aside. Severus drank in Harry’s pale grey features and blue-tinged lips with concern. “Feeling any better?”
Harry’s voice was raspy as he answered, “I feel like I was turned inside out.”
“It wasn’t the most pleasant thing I’ve ever witnessed.”
Harry reached up to Snape’s face, touching the long scratch that marked his jaw. “Sorry I scratched you.”
“You couldn’t control it.” Severus allowed. “I’m sorry there was so much pain, if I had known I would have brewed something to dull it.”
“I wasn’t so bad.” Harry lied, still upset because Snape had abandoned him when he needed him. Harry felt as if a blowtorch was being held to his insides, the burning was unbelievable. “I think I’m going to be sick.”
“That’s good.” Severus encouraged, swallowing the bile that rose in own throat at having to watch his mate in so much pain. “Vomiting will purge the toxins in the potions from your system.”
Coughs raked his human body as his threw up on the study floor. Severus tried to hold him as it happened – to support his shaking frame - but Harry hit his hands away. “I don’t need your help.”
When it was over, Severus easily cleaned the room with a flick of his wand. “Can I get you anything else?”
“I just really want to get some sleep.”
“Can you make it to your room?”
“I think so.” Harry tried to stand, still wobbly on his human legs. Severus slid an arm around his waist. Harry bristled, shrugging him off, he hadn’t need the older wizard before, and he certainly didn’t need him now. “I can do it myself.”
“All right.” Snape, feeling very confused and guilty over his earlier failure to help Harry, dropped his arm. Harry’s knees immediately buckled. He grabbed at one of the chair arms to stop his fall, but it was a thin, wood frame chair and wasn’t steady enough to support the force of his body – leaving Harry sprawled on the ground with the chair tipped onto him.
Severus glanced down at him. “Well then…don’t forget to turn off the down stairs lights when you finally work your way up to bed. Good-night.”
Harry watched from his position on the floor as Severus walked away from him for the second time in one night. A second later the door to Severus’ bedroom clicked closed upstairs.
He groaned, cursing his stupid pride and deciding beds were probably overrated any way. He slowly pushed the chair off himself, muscles shaking just from the strain of doing that small amount of work.
With a soft sigh, he curled up on the floor where he lay and fell into an exhausted sleep.
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When Harry awoke the chair had been placed upright again, and a blanket covered his body, he noted as well that the hardwood floor beneath him felt like foam now, which made it awkward to try and push himself up, the wood dipped and sunk beneath his weight. Miraculously, he felt really good, human and strong again. As he finally crawled out of the floor board bed Severus had charmed, he stretched and ran his hand through his messy hair.
Scratch that. Not back to normal!
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Severus awoke the next morning to a loud pounding at the door. Before he could get out of bed to open the door, it bounced open. Harry stood in the open doorway, a frantic expression on his face.
Severus blinked, trying to focus his eyes, pulling the sheets to fully cover his lower half, even though he also wore a long nightshirt and boxer short underneath. “What time is it?”
“Who cares what time it is? Look at me!”
Severus glanced at him and then looked over at the window, it was still dark out. “Come back in a few hours. It’s too early for me to have to deal with you right now.”
“Why are you not more alarmed about this?”
“I don’t know you are so upset. You’re mostly human again.”
“You don’t know why I’m so upset? I have wolf ears and a tail, and you are unable to ascertain the source of my upset?”
Severus shrugged slightly, “They look rather fetching on you.”
“Severus!” Harry snapped with irritation.
“We’re on a first name basis now?”
“Not the time to be discussing that!”
“And if I help you fix this? What do I get out of it?”
“You want me to pay you?”
“Well, I want to be compensated for the bother.”
“I have wolf ears growing out of my head and a tail attached to the base of my spine, and you don’t want to be bothered!”
“Yes.”
Something slightly wicked crossed Harry’s eyes. “Fine, anyway you want it.”
“Done.” Snape waved his hand lightly, in the air, and the ears and tail disappeared into thin air.
“What? How did you…?”
“The same way I put them on.”
“You…?” Harry’s mouth opened and closed at a loss.
Snape smirked in the dark room. “Just a little reminder not to be so reckless next time.”
Harry reached around, rubbing his now-bare tail bone and glaring fiercely at the older wizard. He turned to leave when Severus’ voice stopped him in his tracks. “There’s still the matter of my repayment.”
“I’m not giving you anything now.”
“Ah, but you have given your word.”
“Sure, before I knew the ears and tail were your demented idea of punishment.”
“No excuses. You said anything I wanted.”
Suddenly Harry’s mouth felt a little dry. Was Snape thinking along the same lines of ‘anything’ as he was? Of course he was; no one was so de-sexed they couldn’t recognize the implied sexuality in Harry’s words. He didn’t feel the need to pay Severus back for the nasty joke he had played, and he wouldn’t find it objectionable if Severus wanted to pushed their tentative relationship forward with a little game of ‘do as I say’.
With a sinful smile, he looked Severus right in the eye. “What would you like me to do for you?”
Severus rolled over in bed, pulled the covers up around his shoulders, “Go make me some breakfast, won’t you?”
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Harry lay the tray on the small wooden stool beside the bed. Severus dragged the blankets from his head, blinking his bleary eyes.
“You actually made me breakfast?”
“You asked so politely, how could I not?”
Harry watched Severus sit up in bed and take a few sips of tea before reaching for a slice of thick toast.
Harry perched himself on the edge of the bed. “So, do you wanna?”
The corner of the toast hovered outside Severus’ mouth. “Do I ‘wanna’ what?”
“You know.”
“Good grief, is that what passes for seduction now?” Severus set the food back down on the plate and mimicked, “‘Do you wanna?’”
“Why waste time with chitchat? Have I read this situation wrong? Are you not attracted to me?”
“You’re not exactly unappealing physically.” Severus allowed. Gods, were his palms sweating?
“That’s it? Not unappealing?”
“Gods, you are… disturbingly adorable when you choose to be. Is that better?”
“And?” Harry was feeling slightly out of his element. He never had to work for things like this…men just sort of fell into his lap. He knew it wasn’t right, he knew he didn’t deserve that sort of treatment, and most of them were only after his fame, but at least it was always painless. Not so with Severus. “If you don’t want to, I could always go into town and find someone else, who would be glad to spend some time with me.”
“Is that supposed to be some sort of threat?”
Harry arched an eyebrow. “Not at all.”
“You’re insufferable.”
“You’re impossible.”
Severus grabbed him then, both hands behind his neck, pulling him forward. It started as a strong kiss, a kiss meant to prove something (Harry wasn’t quite sure what). Harry enjoyed it all the same; he’d been kissed by men with superior technique, men who knew exactly what they were doing, but something about Snape’s rough, forceful style appealed him greatly. Harry parted his lips, letting Snape’s tongue slide in along his own.
He moved closer, straddling the older man on the bed, curling his fingers over Snape’s shoulders as they kissed.
It was only ten or fifteen minutes before Harry started moving things along, shifting back without breaking the kiss and sliding his fingers under the button fly of Snape’s boxers, expertly unfastening the top button and moving on to the second before Severus moved his hands away.
“What’s wrong?” Harry asked between kisses, trying to pull his hands free to continue, “Don’t be shy.”
Severus snorted softly, holding Harry’s hands tightly out of the way. “Just kissing. Nothing else.”
Harry was too surprised to continue the kiss, gaping at Snape. “You’re kidding right?”
“Surely you know me well enough by now to know the answer to that question. How often do I kid?”
“What’s the problem?”
“I do not desire to take this further.”
Harry leaned a little closer, just enough to press firmly against the telling hardness tenting Severus’ sheets. “The hell you don’t.”
“Not everything is about hormones and self-gratification, Harry. As shocking as the concept may seem to you, I make decisions based on a great deal more then whether or not I have an erection.”
Harry slid off his lap, his expression hostile. “Oh, grow-up, Snape. There is nothing inappropriate with two grown, consenting men having sex. This isn’t about hormones, or my supposed need for self-gratification. This is you, being your usual disagreeable self – confusing sex with control, and being unwilling to lighten up even the tiniest amount on the reins you hold so tightly. What are you so afraid of? It’s just sex! It doesn’t have to mean anything.”
That, of course, was utterly untrue. It wouldn’t be just sex, not to Severus, and certainly not to the werewolf. Werewolves mated for life. The werewolf wanted Harry for life. And it was not safe to give the beast inside him a taste of that, because it wouldn’t be enough, not even close.
He looked up at Harry who pacing in front of him, angry, ranting about sex and how frustrating Snape was (frankly Severus had stopped paying attention). Harry was sweating slightly from their earlier activities, his cheeks and neck flushed, lips swollen, eyes shinning with both lust and resentment. Severus wondered if Harry would continue to argue about them having “casual” sex if he knew the danger it would put him in. He heard the warning growl emerge from his throat as the beast rose up, fighting for supremacy, fighting for its right to its mate. The feeling was so strong it shook him to his core. The soft growl that emerged from his throat caught Harry’s attention, and the orange glow in his eyes caused Harry to trail off his diatribe, startled.
That’s right Harry, not entirely human, don’t forget that again.
“That doesn’t scare me.” Harry stated mutinously.
Severus knew this to be untrue, as the smell of Harry’s arousal had increased in proportion with his unease. So the werewolf turns you on does it? That could be dangerous.
The wolf reacted to this knowledge. It didn’t want to wait for the joining of his body any longer. Waiting went against its every instinct. But the werewolf could sense Harry wasn’t ready, the pup was not yet tied emotionally to him.
He kissed Harry again. A deep, hungry kiss meant to shake him, scare him. And it did.
Harry ran a hand though his already-tousled hair, then shook his head in exasperation. “Don’t do that again.” Then he returned the kiss, hard and opened mouthed, before finishing, “Don’t do that again - in less you are going to follow through on its promise. I’m not a pet you can toy with, Severus.”
Not a pet, my pet.
“I’m going out for a while.”
“Where?”
“Out.”
“Just because I won’t fuck you, you’re going to run out and find someone who will, is that it? Anyone will do?”
Harry bit his lip, choking back a heated retort along the lines of ‘anyone but you’. “Not that it is any of your business, but I am not going to town, just out from a run.”
“It is the middle of the night.”
“How observant.”
“Be careful.”
“Aren’t I always?”
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The wolf-enhanced senses were repulsive, base and unclean. But they did come in handy at times. Harry’s scent was strong tonight, like a bitch in heat. Apparently, the filthy Death Eater wasn’t keeping him satisfied. Two nights after the full moon, the white light was still bright, casting its iridescent glow on the forest – and on Harry. Yes, he was close enough to see now, walking, unguarded, down one the forest trails. It took every ounce of self-control not to spring out of the hiding place and sink the heavy blade of the knife between his ribs. But it wasn’t time, no, Harry would suffer first, and he would die on a full moon, with claws, not an inanimate blade, ripping into his heart.
And he would beg, beg, for forgiveness.
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Harry slowed his pace; he could feel eyes upon him. His hands buried in his pockets, feeling the familiar weight of his wand against his right palm. His instincts buzzed with warning. His body tensed at the ready, his feet planted against the leaf-covered dirt. A twig snapped behind him and he whirled around.
“It’s about time you noticed, I’ve been following you for the last five minutes. You guard is down. That could be hazardous.”
Harry glared darkly, not in the mood for a lecture. “Did you want something?”
“Merlin, you act like a child when you don’t get your way.”
Harry sighed deeply. “Why are you here?”
“Come here.”
Harry didn’t move, cocking his head slightly to one side. “What for?”
“Can you not do one thing in your life simply because I tell you to?”
“No, but I probably could if you asked me to.”
“Will you please come here?”
Harry walked right up to him, toe to toe.
Severus reached out, threading his fingers through Harry’s hair. “I want to give you pleasure. I want to give you what you want, what I didn’t give you before.”
Harry was stunned. He had been expecting a lot of things, but that was not one of them. Especially since Snape’s tone and face were expressionless. But then again the man was known for his self-control.
When Harry didn’t respond right away, Snape twisted his fingers in the hair, pulling slightly. “Do you still want that?”
Harry nodded his response, his mouth dry. “Yes.”
“Then, let’s not waste time with chitchat.”
With his free hand, Snape guided Harry around, pushing his chest up against a thick black poplar tree. He other hand was still fisted in Harry’s hair and pushing his head down so his chin touched his chest, exposing the back of his neck.
Severus flicked his tongue over the long line of Harry’s spine as it ran up to his skull. An impatient moan slipped past Harry’s lips that he couldn’t have stopped even if he had known it was coming. Severus’ hand traveled under the sweat shirt Harry wore, toying softly with his flat nipples, drawing halted gasps from Harry’s chest. Severus’ other hand released his hair, letting Harry twist his head back, asking silently for kisses, which Severus gave him.
The kisses were drastically different from before. Self-assured and skilful, Severus was completely in control of the kisses this time.
Severus’ body felt heavy and warm against his back, as the older man pushed his shorts down to his ankles, pulling the sweatshirt over his head. The late autumn air was chilly, but Harry didn’t feel the cold at all. He could feel his bare chest scraped painfully against the bark of the tree. He gave up trying to reach back and touch Severus, and instead brought his hands forward to brace himself against the tree trunk. As Snape’s lips and tongue thoroughly worked on the back of his neck, his hands stoked Harry’s need, one hand firmly over his hardness, and the other stroking his belly and chest, tracing his indented navel.
It was only a matter of minutes before Harry was breathlessly shuttering against the tree, Severus pressed protectively against his back.
Harry panted, leaning his head back against Snape’s shoulder, nuzzling his jaw. “That was incredible.”
“That’s nice.” Severus replied evenly.
That’s nice? Severus had just given him the most powerful orgasm of his life; his legs felt like jelly, his whole body, from the top of head to the tips of his toes, was tingling with residual pleasure, and he didn’t think his heart rate would ever slow down. And Severus, he was stunned to find, remained completely unaffected. How had he not noticed that during?
Harry quickly turned in his arm and gave him his best I’ll-make-it-worth-your-while smile, adding a soft swipe of his tongue over his lips for good measure. Not that it did any good, Severus looked on with disinterested.
“Did you want me to…I could take you in my mouth.” Harry offered, and then realized how green that sounded, he lowered his voice seductively. “That didn’t come out right. I’d really like to taste you, Severus.” He reached up then, wrapping his arms around the older man’s neck, kissing his exposed throat. Slowly, expertly, he moved down, caressing Severus’ chest and stomach. He had done this many times before, with many different partners.
Kneeling down on the muddy ground, Harry slowly moved one hand up between Severus’ thighs and pressed his palm to…Harry looked up, unable to hide the confusion in his gaze.
Severus glanced down at him then, perfectly composed and cool.
Harry blushed with mortification at being caught staring like a love-struck fool, he looked down quickly. He moved his hand around, his heart beating loudly in his ears. Severus was completely flaccid under his fingers. And Harry knew he hadn’t come before.
The older man wasn’t even the slightest bit hard. How could he not be aroused after what they had just shared? Harry had been completely distracted by the way Snape was making his body feel, but he had been giving Severus pleasure, too? Hadn’t he? Talk about selfish. Well, he would make it up to Severus now, and explain later that he really wasn’t usually like that, he had just been too consumed by the way Severus made him feel, he would appeal to Snape’s vanity.
But first…he gently caressed the soft length of Severus’ shaft. When that didn’t provide the sought after results, he stroked a little more firmly. Nothing at all. He reached for the snaps on Severus’ pants figuring he could just his mouth to arouse the other man. Severus covered his hands, pulling them away.
“Come up here.”
“No, really, I want to…”
Severus dragged him up off his knees, pulling him in for another expert kiss. His long, masculine fingers slipping down over Harry’s bottom, sliding over the firm curves.
“Stop, please.”
Severus paused for a moment, “Don’t you like it?”
“I do…but I want to give you pleasure, too.”
One of Severus’ hands moved around to the front, gripping Harry’s half-hard cock, the fingers on his other hand gently probed his tight opening. “Do you really want me to stop?”
Harry groaned, as Severus used his teeth to tease the lobe of his ear.
“I don’t think you want me to stop.” Severus’ rough voice spoke in his ear, driving him daft, his body heavy with need.
Harry tried to stay in control of his feelings this time, he didn’t want to be carried away by his responses and neglect Severus as he had done before. Merlin knows, the older man would never want to do this again if he couldn’t give him even a fraction of the pleasure Harry himself was feeling.
He attacked Severus’ mouth, kissing and sucking at his tongue and lips, whispering raggedly. “Do you want to fuck me? I want you inside me…”
Severus returned the kiss proficiently, his every move designed to increase Harry’s gratification.
“Please,” Harry gasped, desperate to give pleasure to the older man. “Come inside me. I’ve never… You’d be the only one who ever…”
Harry took a deep breath, pulling back slightly, arching his hips forward, grinding his eager erection against Severus’ which was not eager... or even erect.
Harry looked up, devastated. Severus’ pale skin wasn’t the least bit flushed, he wasn’t even breathing hard. Harry, on the other hand, felt as if his world had just shattered, he would have been willing to let Severus do anything to him at that moment. He felt strangely weak and emotional, he just wanted to curl up in Snape’s arms and belong to him in all senses of the word. And Severus was clearly not similarly moved.
Harry’s mind raced with what his next move should be. He racked his brain for all the tricks he had picked up the last few years. What would Snape like? How could he please the other man? But that was all forgotten as Snape’s fist tightened over him, pumping firmly, and one and then two fingers pressed deep inside him – at that point he didn’t have the ability to think any longer.
After his second orgasm washed through his body, Harry was left trembling with remorse. He hadn’t known his body could be played like that, made to overrule his will, his instincts, and his pride like that.
Severus hadn’t been aroused by Harry, not by anything he did, or said. Harry paled with shame remembering how he had kissed and touched and practically begged to be taken. And Severus hadn’t felt anything. It was demoralizing to know Snape pitied him so that he was willing to pleasure Harry when he clearly had no desire for him. But even more than that, he felt totally inept as a man, undesirable, worthless.
Feeling horribly exposed and so very –well, young, he quickly pulled his shorts up, roughly tied the draw string to close them, not daring to look again at Severus. What the hell was going on? He had his fair share of luck with men, and it was a cruel enough joke that the only person he truly wanted was Severus Snape, but that it was quite apparent Severus could take it or leave it - or didn’t want it at all - well that was simply too cruel.
Bloody hell, don’t you cry! Harry screamed at himself, feeling a prickling behind his eyes. He awkwardly brushed twigs and leaves off his clothes and patted his hair down.
“I have to…Umm. I’m going to go home….I’m going to the cabin, and shower.” Harry blathered. Severus just looked him oddly, like an odd bit of herrings-root that was floating in the potion caldron instead of sinking as expected. “I’ll see you…later.”
He didn’t know how he would face Severus ever again, the thought of it made his blood run cold.
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Severus stood in the small clearing for a long time, feeling the feathery brush of the night breeze on his skin, and the moonlight on his face. One hour bleed into two, and finally the potion began to wear off. He could tell the potion was wearing off, because at simply the thought Harry, his erection grew and pulsed impatiently. It was actually quite painful after being neglected all this time.
He rubbed at his temples lightly, letting the pain flow through him. Maybe taking a double dose of the elixir had not been such a good idea. He had only intended to dull his physical responses to Harry. That way the younger man could get the satisfaction he wanted and Snape didn’t have to worry about the werewolf staking a claim and things getting way out of control.
He could not have sex with Harry - that would have just been inconceivably dangerous, it would have bonded them for life, and there was no way he would do that to Harry. But it didn’t take him long to realize that Harry finding his pleasure elsewhere would be just as dangerous for the both of them, not to mention the other man. He couldn’t stomach the thought of another person touching his mate intimately. Hell, touching his mate at all. So he had some up with this solution.
The mixture was quite strong; intended to dampen all desire, no matter what the stimulation or provocation. But, taking twice the normal dose seemed to have dulled more than his erection. His mind was still pretty fuzzy, the whole evening seemed more like a trance, bits and pieces of time were missing.
But he could vaguely remember Harry coming not once, but twice, so he figured everything went fine, even if he had been lacking a measure of… consideration. He just wished he could remember it a little more clearly. No matter, next time he would simply take the normal dose.
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“Harry.” Remus’ light brown eyes reflected his surprise at finding his godson on his door step in the middle of the night. “You should have just come in through the fireplace. You know you’re always welcome here.”
“Thanks, I didn’t want to disturb your evening…”
“Please, an old, scholarly bachelor like me? What could you possibly be disturbing?”
“Is it okay if I stay for a few days? I don’t want to impose.”
“Of course, of course.” Bright eyes softened with concern. “Anything wrong with your cabin?”
“Nothing I want to talk about.”
“Harry – if anything’s wrong…”
“Trust me, you don’t want to hear this.”
“If something is troubling you I do want to hear about it.”
Harry took a deep breath, shutting door behind him as he stepped into the main foyer. “What do you know about werewolf mates?”
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Back at the cabin, Severus was washing up before bed. Patting his face dry with a cloth, he strained to hear sounds coming from Harry’s room next door. The younger man had been incredibly quite all evening. Maybe he should check in before retiring himself.
Walking out into the hallway, he rapped at Harry’s door. When there was no answer, he twisted the knob and let himself in. “Harry?”
The room and bed were empty.
Severus was deafened by the sound of the werewolf howling angrily inside.
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