A Werewolf's Company

Notes: There's backstory all over the place, here, though I don't believe it should be a problem. Not just Running Around in the Dark, which is werewolf!Remus/Lucius, but an as yet unposted episode of the Victory Parade sequence, which is Harry/Draco/Snape.


Remus was pacing in front of the fireplace when someone knocked at the door.

He had no special reason for pacing; it was an irritable habit he had taken up from his werewolf form in the last year of the war, prowling impatiently, just as he had found himself less patient with his colleagues in the Order. These days he was more willing to give the werewolf the freedom to express Remus's feelings, even if he would not speak them aloud.

He missed Sirius, but he missed Lucius too, even though he understood Dumbledore's reasons for forbidding them to associate. Lucius had agreed to provide them with information in return for amnesty, but Remus, who had brought this compact about, was supplanted as go-between by Kingsley. None of them had been happy with that, although it was quite easy for informer and controller to meet without comment somewhere in the Ministry building. He gathered from Kingsley that Lucius had generally been at his most perverse, though he certainly provided the required information.

"Come in," he said wearily, as the knock was repeated. Some people, like Severus Snape, understood better when he wanted to be left alone than others. Especially now, with the full moon almost upon him.

It was Harry. That was odd. Harry and he considered each other's foibles and preferences, as a rule; they worked together nearly as well as he and Severus.

"You have a visitor."

Harry was looking - not wide-eyed, no; very little surprised or shocked Harry now. Thoughtful, cautious.

"You don't have to see him, though."

Harry was also prepared to suffer little interference in his personal life now, with the war won at last, and was ready to stand between Dumbledore and Remus, and even Severus. That last was not so astonishing, perhaps, given the things the two of them had been through with Draco, and the extremely odd relationship they had with Hogwarts the castle, rather than Hogwarts the school.

Remus cocked an eyebrow at him, pushing his grey-shot hair back from his face.

"Lucius Malfoy."

Oh. Oh yes, he wanted that visitor. He had thought Lucius was still in protective custody, though; had the Minister finally accepted the need to keep their bargain with him?

Remus stepped forward eagerly; no need to hide from Harry, even if he knew nothing about this. "Where is he?"

"In the foyer. Kingsley bailed him up." Harry grinned. "He's being charming to Mrs Black. She's practically purring, and Kingsley's spitting chips."

Remus laughed, suddenly light-hearted. Trust Lucius to find a way to annoy, while being able to claim he was merely exercising common politeness. Nothing common about Lucius's courtesy; it was all too frequently a double-edged gift indeed.

"I'd better put a stop to it. Would you ask Dobby to bring tea to the library? He knows what Lucius prefers."

"That's a bit mean," Harry said mildly.

"Time they both dealt with the fact that Dobby serves you and this house now, not Lucius and Malfoy Manor, and not Dumbledore and the school, either."

"He doesn't have to show himself," Harry agreed.

Downstairs, Remus said briskly, "I'll manage, thanks, Kingsley."

As Kingsley took himself thankfully off, and Harry slipped down the stairs to the kitchen to speak with Dobby, Remus took a moment to look at Lucius Malfoy. Calm, of course, perfectly dressed, giving him that reserved social smile. Was that a streak of white at his left temple? If it was, Remus would kill something. Werewolves might go grey before their time, but a pure-blood wizard should stay in his prime for many more years before any such signs of stress appeared. Remus forgot to smile back, but he went up, holding out his hand.

"I'm pleased to see you."

Lucius took it, brushing his palm with his fingertips before he released it again. Remus's hand clenched involuntarily. Lucius smiled rather more genuinely.

Remus made himself keep talking. "I'm glad to see you free - you are, aren't you?"

"Yes, I can go home tonight." Lucius added dryly, "I stopped at my tailor's in Diagon Alley to refurbish my wardrobe first."

Once they were private in the library, and were seated with cups of tea - rose oolong for Lucius, Earl Grey for Remus - Lucius looked at him with clear challenge in his cool grey eyes. "It's the full moon in two day's time."

Remus swallowed. "Where, then? The Forbidden Forest again?"

"Perhaps," Lucius suggested, "it's time you became familiar with the grounds of Malfoy Manor."

"The entrance I used the last time I was there?"

"No," Lucius said softly. "There's a winter garden just beyond the conservatory - you saw that?" Remus nodded. "On the far side of that there's a grove of birch trees. Somewhere in there."

So Lucius wanted to be chased. Fair enough. Last time it had been the other way around, and Remus had very much enjoyed teasing the arrogant Lucius Malfoy with his own needs.

"I'll find you," Remus said, suddenly steady again, with everything clear between them. "Soon after moonrise."

Lucius drained his cup and set it aside. "I must get back to the Manor, find out what Draco has been doing - Salazar send he hasn't established a mystical relationship with it."

Remus said dryly, "I think he has more discretion."

"The wards rekeyed themselves to him, he told me. He believes, however, that I am not excluded. If I am..."

"Then I'm sure he'll talk to the Manor as fast as necessary," Remus responded, automatically taking up his normal role of the one who calmed the storms.

"I trust so."

Lucius rose.

Remus wasn't surprised he was not offered an embrace; that teasing initial caress had been surprise enough.

He saw Lucius to the door, and was amused at the polite farewells between him and his dead mother-in-law. He had no doubt at all that they had loathed each other in life and still did.

After the door closed Mrs Black eyed him up and down, then sniffed, "There must be more to you than I thought if Lucius Malfoy pays a call on you."

How fortunate, Remus reflected, that she didn't know he was a half-blood. For that matter, did Lucius? He hoped Lucius was too tactful to enquire, given how out-of-fashion his views on wizarding society probably still were. However, Lucius wasn't much interested in Remus Lupin the man. It was the werewolf's company he sought.

The werewolf was very pleased with the prospect of having Lucius's company again, too.

Remus took his Wolfsbane - both Harry and Hermione could brew it now, as well as Severus, though he had never mastered it. Lucius would be out of practice; there was no virtue in giving him cause to fear as well as desire the werewolf. Besides, Remus remembered the werewolf's doings far better with the potion's help.

In the dappled moonlight under the shelter of the birch trees the werewolf courted his lover briefly, teasing him with advance and retreat, to ensure Lucius was as ready as possible for him, but then he moved up to Lucius and nudged his thighs hard. The werewolf's pitiless yellow eyes saw Lucius swallow, before he began to strip rapidly.

Lucius dropped naked to his knees on his outspread cloak, getting into position without any need for the werewolf to impose his wishes.

The werewolf welcomed him by moving between his spread thighs and applying his broad flexible tongue to his arse, licking up his crack, lapping at his balls, until Lucius was gasping. He always prepared himself to be taken, but it was easier for him, done like this. The werewolf earnestly wanted to keep his human lover; it was an easy concession to make, and an exquisite pleasure besides, to be tasting Lucius so intimately, to have his changing scents almost overwhelm the canid senses.

Then he thrust his long tongue into the tight hole, over and over, until Lucius convulsed and cried out, collapsing.

Soon enough he forced himself up to his knees again. The werewolf poised his long, pointed prick and pushed in, howling his mastery and pleasure. Lucius screamed as he always did, as he could not avoid doing, however the preliminaries had relaxed his sphincter. He stayed on his knees, though, sobbing, pushing back as far as he could bear to, while the werewolf thrust, and thrust, filling and overfilling Lucius with his copious fluid and at last his semen. Only then did Lucius come again. He always did that, too, though usually earlier.

The werewolf was vaguely aware that Remus would be concerned about Lucius's slow reactions after moonset, but just now all he was interested in was the feral satisfaction having Lucius afforded him. He heard the man's gasping breaths steady as the werewolf became still and the knot at the base of his prick swelled and locked Lucius to him, unable to escape. He knew, after the first time, not to try to. The werewolf licked his neck as he lowered his head to his folded arms before, as expected, he shifted one hand under his body, however difficult it was moving against the great hot beast that weighed him down. Sometimes he could give himself yet another orgasm before he was freed, and so it was tonight. A satisfactory one, it seemed.

At last the werewolf could withdraw. He licked Lucius clean, arse and balls and cock and belly, while the man lay limply on his cloak, then settled beside him. Lucius flung an arm over the great shoulder that loomed over him, and the werewolf moved closer, to share his bodily warmth. After a while, although it was summer, he turned his head and took the edge of the cloak carefully in his sharp teeth and pulled it over Lucius, who drew it closer, snuggling up to him as he did so, finally turning so that he lay in the protective curve of the werewolf's body.

Later Lucius said, quite at ease now, "Stay. Don't go. Perhaps next time we should play in my bedroom."

The werewolf knew Remus would like that, waking in warmth and comfort, and even more would appreciate waking in acceptance. He whined softly and licked Lucius's neck to convey agreement. Then, content, he fell asleep, not to rouse again until the moon set.


FIN.