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Call of the Wild HP/RL/RW R
Title: Call of the Wild
Author: Irana Potter-Snape
Rating: R for this bit
Pairing: HP/RL/RW
Disclaimer: Nope. The characters or places are not mine. They belong to the lovely blonde British woman. The plot and the smut? Well now, those are mine.
Feedback: Oh please. chynyll@gmail.com
Summary: Remus' wolf is determined to do whatever it takes to survive. Even mating with two unwilling people.
Warning: threesome, a bit of bloodplay
Beta(s): essayel and celticangel1976. Thank you ladies for all your help and hard work.
A/N: This was written for Thysanotus for the fic exchange at quadrashag. She wanted Set post-OotP, Ron and Harry encounter Lupin somewhere. It doesn't have to be explicit smut, I'd rather have believable characters and a storyline. Although, if you can include silk ties and stubble I will love you forever. Hope this is close to what you wanted. I'm really sorry. There is still so much more to this story than I've written, and I've already started on the second part, but I wanted to have at least this much in by the deadline. 1,246 words
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Remus ordered another fire whiskey as he continued to silently berate himself. He just could not believe what he had done. What he had allowed himself to do, or why he had done it. By some methods that still defied his comprehension, he had managed to shag not one, but two men, and come perilously close to biting them, claiming them as his mate. Worse, both men were seeing each other, and if that weren't bad enough, both men had been his students.
"You've sunk to a new low Moony," he mumbled to himself, uncaring if the patrons found him mad for apparently talking to himself. In fact, perhaps it would be best they did, he thought. Then the likelihood of any of them falling prey to the wolf would be minimal. He rubbed his hand across his face and realised he need as shave as his palm came in contact with the hard scrape of stubble.
As he drank, memories of the time he'd spent with both men washed through his mind, and his body reacted in a quite predictable fashion. Disgusted with himself, he finished his drink and paid his tab, hauling himself up to the room he'd rented and dosed himself with sleeping potion. Maybe it will kill me and put me out of my misery, he thought, even as his brain countered with the knowledge that he really didn't wish to die, he simply felt incredibly guilty.
***
Harry and Ron had survived one of the most nerve-wracking conversations they had ever had in the three years of their relationship. Both felt guilty, as well as confused, about what had exactly happened with Remus, and both felt as though they had managed to lose the other with their actions. Upon discussion however, both realised that although both of them had registered some amount of unwillingness to continue with the activity to Remus, both had fully capitulated when Remus had licked them lightly on the back of the neck. It wasn't that neither was interested in the other man, in fact they had discussed inviting him into their bed. It had simply been the fact that they had agreed neither would sleep with anyone else without the other present.
That was sufficiently curious enough to spark an idea in the back of Harry's mind, and he spent the next day researching, despite Ron's nattering on about him 'turning into Hermione with the research'. Studies in magical Cryptozoology had done much in the way of advancing the knowledge in areas where there was very little known. One of those areas it seemed, was in Lycanthropy. He was well into the third book on Lycanthropes when he hit the chapter called mating habits. He read half of it before he stopped and re-read the section he'd just read in shock.
"Ron," he called out to his lover. "I think I may have discovered what Remus' problem is."
"Have you?" Ron asked. "What is it then? He gets randier as he gets older?"
"Shut up and come look at this Ron," he replied, opening the book wide and setting it in front of Ron when he sat down.
Lycanthropes mate in much the same way as wolves. The primary differences is that unlike wolves, while Lycanthropes do mate as exclusively as wolves appear to, they can, and often do, have more than one mate. They are not restricted to mating for life to one mate only.
Like real wolves, Lycanthropes can live alone for many years, yet the instinct for a pack often leads them away from their secretive lifestyle, into revealing their nature to a close associate, or converting another to Lycanthropy for companionship. This is especially prevalent when a Lycanthrope has already lost a mate, and deprives himself of taking another.
If the Lycanthrope runs with a pack, he or she will most likely be able to maintain life alone, however, if the Lycanthrope has lost both pack and mate, the wolf will take matters into it's own 'paws' so to speak, to ensure the survival of itself and it's human counterpart.
This process is usually begun with a process called 'marking', in which the lycanthrope may find himself acting upon fantasies or un-recognised desires for certain people. The wolf will mark those objects of desire for claiming through sexual congress, with a gentle lick on the back of the intended neck. That action generally marks the intended as pack, and, if the intended has any desire for the Lycanthrope besides friendship, has the effect of making the intended willingly subservient to the Lycanthrope's will.
The final step is the claiming. If the Lycanthrope simply wishes companionship, he will place the bite in an area such as the leg, or the shoulder. If he wishes a mate, the bite will be made on the back of the neck in the same spot the claim mark was made. In most cases, both parties involved enter into this sort of bonding willingly, however, a Lycanthrope who has lost, or is perilously close to losing the will to live for whatever reason, can often lose control to the wolf. More often than not, in cases such as these, the wolf begins the process and carries it to completion despite the efforts to the contrary on human part of the lycanthrope.
In the few rare cases…
Ron dropped the book to the table with a thud. "D'you - Harry, what if that's what happened with Remus? Does that mean we want to be with him that way? I mean… does that mean we don't really love each other then?"
The idea was so appalling, Ron paled as he asked the question, hoping that Harry would be able to give him an answer that made sense.
Harry shook his head. "I don't think that's it at all Ron. I think it just means we want more from him than we thought. And that he probably doesn't know what he wants from us. Or won't admit to himself what he wants from us. I do know one thing, we need to find him."
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They found him in the same bar three nights later. It took a while, but finally they managed to convince him that yes, they knew what they were doing; no, they hadn't been cursed or hexed; and yes, they were positive they wanted to be pack.
An hour later found them upstairs in his rented room; Harry tied spread eagled to the bed with silk ties, face down and writhing from the sensation of Ron's tongue between his arse cheeks. It had been decided that Remus would claim Ron first, as he fucked Harry, Remus would fuck Ron, claiming him at the point of orgasm by biting his neck in that same spot hard enough to draw blood, then kissing him immediately after.
Ron thought he had died and gone to heaven. There was simply no way to describe what it felt like to be split in two by Remus even as he split Harry open. He found himself biting Harry on the shoulder; hard, even as Remus bit down on his neck and drew blood, the harsh rasp pf the stubble on his face making the entire sensation near unbearable. They collapsed in a heap afterward, Ron barely remembering to untie Harry in time.
As he fell asleep, the last thought in Harry's mind was that he couldn't wait for his turn to be claimed.
Author: Irana Potter-Snape
Rating: R for this bit
Pairing: HP/RL/RW
Disclaimer: Nope. The characters or places are not mine. They belong to the lovely blonde British woman. The plot and the smut? Well now, those are mine.
Feedback: Oh please. chynyll@gmail.com
Summary: Remus' wolf is determined to do whatever it takes to survive. Even mating with two unwilling people.
Warning: threesome, a bit of bloodplay
Beta(s): essayel and celticangel1976. Thank you ladies for all your help and hard work.
A/N: This was written for Thysanotus for the fic exchange at quadrashag. She wanted Set post-OotP, Ron and Harry encounter Lupin somewhere. It doesn't have to be explicit smut, I'd rather have believable characters and a storyline. Although, if you can include silk ties and stubble I will love you forever. Hope this is close to what you wanted. I'm really sorry. There is still so much more to this story than I've written, and I've already started on the second part, but I wanted to have at least this much in by the deadline. 1,246 words
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Remus ordered another fire whiskey as he continued to silently berate himself. He just could not believe what he had done. What he had allowed himself to do, or why he had done it. By some methods that still defied his comprehension, he had managed to shag not one, but two men, and come perilously close to biting them, claiming them as his mate. Worse, both men were seeing each other, and if that weren't bad enough, both men had been his students.
"You've sunk to a new low Moony," he mumbled to himself, uncaring if the patrons found him mad for apparently talking to himself. In fact, perhaps it would be best they did, he thought. Then the likelihood of any of them falling prey to the wolf would be minimal. He rubbed his hand across his face and realised he need as shave as his palm came in contact with the hard scrape of stubble.
As he drank, memories of the time he'd spent with both men washed through his mind, and his body reacted in a quite predictable fashion. Disgusted with himself, he finished his drink and paid his tab, hauling himself up to the room he'd rented and dosed himself with sleeping potion. Maybe it will kill me and put me out of my misery, he thought, even as his brain countered with the knowledge that he really didn't wish to die, he simply felt incredibly guilty.
***
Harry and Ron had survived one of the most nerve-wracking conversations they had ever had in the three years of their relationship. Both felt guilty, as well as confused, about what had exactly happened with Remus, and both felt as though they had managed to lose the other with their actions. Upon discussion however, both realised that although both of them had registered some amount of unwillingness to continue with the activity to Remus, both had fully capitulated when Remus had licked them lightly on the back of the neck. It wasn't that neither was interested in the other man, in fact they had discussed inviting him into their bed. It had simply been the fact that they had agreed neither would sleep with anyone else without the other present.
That was sufficiently curious enough to spark an idea in the back of Harry's mind, and he spent the next day researching, despite Ron's nattering on about him 'turning into Hermione with the research'. Studies in magical Cryptozoology had done much in the way of advancing the knowledge in areas where there was very little known. One of those areas it seemed, was in Lycanthropy. He was well into the third book on Lycanthropes when he hit the chapter called mating habits. He read half of it before he stopped and re-read the section he'd just read in shock.
"Ron," he called out to his lover. "I think I may have discovered what Remus' problem is."
"Have you?" Ron asked. "What is it then? He gets randier as he gets older?"
"Shut up and come look at this Ron," he replied, opening the book wide and setting it in front of Ron when he sat down.
Lycanthropes mate in much the same way as wolves. The primary differences is that unlike wolves, while Lycanthropes do mate as exclusively as wolves appear to, they can, and often do, have more than one mate. They are not restricted to mating for life to one mate only.
Like real wolves, Lycanthropes can live alone for many years, yet the instinct for a pack often leads them away from their secretive lifestyle, into revealing their nature to a close associate, or converting another to Lycanthropy for companionship. This is especially prevalent when a Lycanthrope has already lost a mate, and deprives himself of taking another.
If the Lycanthrope runs with a pack, he or she will most likely be able to maintain life alone, however, if the Lycanthrope has lost both pack and mate, the wolf will take matters into it's own 'paws' so to speak, to ensure the survival of itself and it's human counterpart.
This process is usually begun with a process called 'marking', in which the lycanthrope may find himself acting upon fantasies or un-recognised desires for certain people. The wolf will mark those objects of desire for claiming through sexual congress, with a gentle lick on the back of the intended neck. That action generally marks the intended as pack, and, if the intended has any desire for the Lycanthrope besides friendship, has the effect of making the intended willingly subservient to the Lycanthrope's will.
The final step is the claiming. If the Lycanthrope simply wishes companionship, he will place the bite in an area such as the leg, or the shoulder. If he wishes a mate, the bite will be made on the back of the neck in the same spot the claim mark was made. In most cases, both parties involved enter into this sort of bonding willingly, however, a Lycanthrope who has lost, or is perilously close to losing the will to live for whatever reason, can often lose control to the wolf. More often than not, in cases such as these, the wolf begins the process and carries it to completion despite the efforts to the contrary on human part of the lycanthrope.
In the few rare cases…
Ron dropped the book to the table with a thud. "D'you - Harry, what if that's what happened with Remus? Does that mean we want to be with him that way? I mean… does that mean we don't really love each other then?"
The idea was so appalling, Ron paled as he asked the question, hoping that Harry would be able to give him an answer that made sense.
Harry shook his head. "I don't think that's it at all Ron. I think it just means we want more from him than we thought. And that he probably doesn't know what he wants from us. Or won't admit to himself what he wants from us. I do know one thing, we need to find him."
****
They found him in the same bar three nights later. It took a while, but finally they managed to convince him that yes, they knew what they were doing; no, they hadn't been cursed or hexed; and yes, they were positive they wanted to be pack.
An hour later found them upstairs in his rented room; Harry tied spread eagled to the bed with silk ties, face down and writhing from the sensation of Ron's tongue between his arse cheeks. It had been decided that Remus would claim Ron first, as he fucked Harry, Remus would fuck Ron, claiming him at the point of orgasm by biting his neck in that same spot hard enough to draw blood, then kissing him immediately after.
Ron thought he had died and gone to heaven. There was simply no way to describe what it felt like to be split in two by Remus even as he split Harry open. He found himself biting Harry on the shoulder; hard, even as Remus bit down on his neck and drew blood, the harsh rasp pf the stubble on his face making the entire sensation near unbearable. They collapsed in a heap afterward, Ron barely remembering to untie Harry in time.
As he fell asleep, the last thought in Harry's mind was that he couldn't wait for his turn to be claimed.