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rogerdavies (rogerdavies) wrote,
@ 2009-05-31 15:23:00

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Monday Evening GHAW AU
Roger trotted up the stairs to his flat intending to change out of his Auror robes and grab a quick shower before heading out for a nice dinner... and maybe something more. He had the entire 4th floor of the rickety old house to himself. Going up the second flight his nose started twitching, by the third he knew there was someone waiting for him... a werewolf.

A young red headed man sat on the floor next to Roger's door. He scrambled to his feet when Roger's head came up over the landing. Recognizing the boy he'd fucked Friday night after sparring with Randolph's best, Roger called, "All right?" He didn't even know the boy's name.

"Hi Roger. How are you?" the redhead said with a bright eager smile.

Oh hell, here we go, Roger thought with a sinking feeling.

"Not in the mood for you," he said a bit viciously, feeling no need to hold back with a werewolf the day before the full moon.

"Hmph," the boy grunted as though Roger had struck him. He appeared to gather himself and said, "I had fun the other night. Want to do it again." He reached forward, intending to stroke Roger's chest but, Roger had his hands pinned above his head against the wall quick as a flash of lightning. And then Roger realized this was exactly what the boy wanted. Both their eyes flashed amber and they both panted with the heat of attraction.

Roger told himself to start thinking. "I can't be what you want," he whispered telling himself to pull back and let go. But the wolf remembered this scent and knew what was offered.

"I don't want anything-"

"Listen!" Roger cut him off. "Go back to your pack. Find someone who is strong. Find someone who will protect you. Someone you trust."

"I did. I want you."

Roger growled and apparated them to Randolph's house. He drug the boy up the front yard and tossed him one handed against the front door by way of knocking. The redhead easily rolled to his feet and brushed himself off looking at Roger, hurt and upset.

"Hullo Davies!" Randolph called cheerily stepping out onto the front porch.

Roger realized he'd walked into a trap. Randolph wanted this confrontation in public and here Roger was in his sodding Head Auror robes, which he should have just left at the Ministry like he had for lunch. He quickly and magically took those robes off and shrunk them, leaving himself in a dark blue shirt and black wool trousers.

"I brought your pup back. Can't you keep him under control?" he sneered fully intending to insult Randolph's leadership.

"You liked Robin well enough Friday night. You took him so many times I lost count." Randolph laughed, assured he had the upper hand.

"Doesn't mean I want him again. I've already had him," Roger affected boredom, yet inside he was shocked. Randolph had sent him? Robin? His name was Robin? Fuck, Roger did not need this fucking werewolf game. "He's not my mate and I'm too busy to take care of him."

"Too busy?" Randolph's tone turned serious. Now he was getting to it. "Too busy denying what you are, Davies. You don't want to be part of any pack, then you damn well better start your own! And now that the world knows you're gay-"

"Bloody fucking hell Randolph!" Roger sputtered.

"You can be assured every pack will send a boy your way. If you dont't take Robin, you'll take someone. Don't you understand? We can't trust you are one of us, if you resist every part of your wolf! We can't believe in you or your justice!"

Roger hissed in anger. He didn't want this! But he was the poster child for great successful wizarding werewolf! The Minister of Magic had made him so. He was supposed to smooth things over whenever something bubbled up in the werewolf community, since Greyback was such an arsewipe. He reared back and punch a hole in the wall of Randolph's house, but waved his hand and repaired it immediately.

Robin gasped and hopped forward but was stopped by Randolph's arm.

Roger noticed the uneven siding, cracked, bent, in bad need of a paint job and he began waving his hands, firing off cleaning and repair spells from each finger as soon as he thought of them. Randolph was right. It seemed every year, the packs tried something to get him to join. One of them, any of them. There had been a flood of eligible young lady werewolves when he'd made Head Auror. He'd been offended by the scent of menstruation more than one had, though his wolf had been quite interested. He'd staunchly refused to join any pack. His pack was the Ministry. And he damn sure wasn't going to settle down and play house!

The facade of Randolph's house was returned to its original charming light blue. Roger cleaned each window, swept off the porch, repaired the swing.

"Stop! Stop!" Randolph said, laughing. Roger was obviously working off steam while thinking.

The house looked better than it had in years and Roger still felt boxed. He was leaving the country in a few days, and he was bleeding hungry.

"Fine," he said. "Come along, Robin. We'll walk back." He turned on his heel and left. Robin quickly caught up and Roger led them to Hagatha Agatha's where they both stuffed themselves silly on her greasy fried food, moaning in ecstasy. Back at his flat Roger quickly lost the battle against Robin's charms.

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Roger's full moon

rogerdavies
2009-05-31 03:06 pm UTC (link)

He didn't smell quite right, Roger mused in the wee hours of the morning, but Robin did smell good. He didn't feel right either, but he certainly felt good. Was this truly the beginning of Roger Davies' werewolf pack? He couldn't resist the boy's long red hair... sinfully long... heavenly soft.

"I know you're awake," he rumbled while petting and stroking that hair.

Robin smacked his lips as though he'd just awakened.

"What are you doing today?" Roger asked, finally wrapping his arm around the body that had been attached to him like a burr all night... well, the times he wasn't buried balls deep, which made him the burr he supposed.

"Nothing," came the soft sleepy voice. "Whatever you want. I only work weekends."

"I'm taking off soon," Roger said. "My Mum's coming this afternoon. She insists on cooking and staying the night of." The full moon went unspoken. Robin knew exactly what day today was. The moon pulled on them both though it was on the opposite side of the world at present.

"Your mother?" Robin asked in surprise. "What-?"

Roger flipped over on top of the boy and growled. "Don't. Start. And how old are you anyway? Am I breaking any laws?"

Robin trilled with laughter, his eyes glowing from Roger's dominant display... all focused on him. "I'm twenty-four!"

"Thank Hades," Roger growled and bounced out of bed, purposely leaving Robin wanting. He strode out of the bedroom and to the kitchen nude and began frying up potatoes, sausages, eggs, mushrooms, and tomatoes.

"Do all Head Aurors eat like this?" Robin's voice sounded amused. He'd cooked a pot of real Scottish oats for the house the previous morning.

Roger turned, licking butter off his thumb. "Hm?" he asked but Robin only rolled his eyes and helped himself to coffee.

"Where are you from?" Roger asked as he dished up two plates, almost able to place Robin's accent.

"You're from Lewis!" Robin said deflecting the question.

Roger sat down and raised an eyebrow. "Do you want me to investigate you?"

"Would you?"

"Doubtless the Aurors who guard me already have."

Robin looked away and mumbled "Dundee."

Roger grunted and dropped the subject. There'd been a nasty piece of werewolf business in Dundee a couple years ago. He applied himself to his breakfast then headed for the shower.

As he'd hoped, but was too proud to ask, Robin joined him.

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Re: Roger's full moon

rogerdavies
2009-05-31 04:19 pm UTC (link)

Roger was distracted all day, his mind wandering back and forth between thoughts about Pucey and thoughts about Robin. Did Robin need anything? Was Roger supposed to give him an allowance? Find him a real job? Roger had no idea. An alpha set the tone for his pack and settled problems. Roger didn't want a pack. He didn't want Pucey either. His wolf did. Giving up early, he headed out and bought a selection of bathrobes for his ... roomate. His skin itched before and after the transformation and he normally wore only his pajama bottoms in front of his mother. He was going to insist on T-shirts or bathrobes with his house guest.

Your fuck buddy? Certainly not boyfriend.

His mother liked any color rose, so he got her a bouquet of Every Color Roses. Oddly, he heard her giggling from the kitchen when he got home. She and Robin, thick as thieves, had his rather small kitchen going full blast, all counters covered.

"Oh!" he said in surprise while finding a vase for the roses. "Your hair looks nice!" It was curly and bouncy, quite different from her rather plain-jane straight down her back style.

"Robin's brilliant!" she enthused and Roger blinked at Robin.

My job, Robin mouthed at him.

"Maybe you'll let him give you a trim?" Rhiannon asked hopefully.

Roger rolled his eyes and kissed her on the cheek. "I love you, Mum. C'mon, Robin. I got you a present."

Rhiannon's head snapped around and she watched them leave the room. They returned only a few minutes later, both clad in pajama bottoms and smoking jackets. Roger's was blue and Robin's purple.

"Don't you two look nice!" she exclaimed and sat them down with plates piled high for a late lunch. She'd been stuffing the thin Robin for the last hour while she cooked. How well she knew that every ounce her son managed to put on during the month was burnt off in the transformation. It was slighter better now than it had been at first, and that was because Roger allowed himself to overeat the week before, now.

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Re: Roger's full moon

rogerdavies
2009-05-31 04:33 pm UTC (link)

After the meal, when Roger took his wolfsbane, Robin grabbed his own vial shrunk and in his bag of clothes. Roger prowled around his flat, slipping into his bedroom to adjust things again while Robin and his mother chatted like old friends in the living room. It was maddening. She now knew more about Robin than he did! Finally, his appetite returned and they ate dinner, and Roger bid his mother goodnight and dragged Robin to his room. with his mother's presence, no one from the Ministry had any right to enter his flat during his transformation. He had no idea what Robin's official status was, he might even be listed as missing from Dundee.

But right now he was face down arse up on Roger's bed and Roger cast several strong charms to keep his mother from hearing or seeing what was about to happen. Then he cast a few charms on that lovely arse presented so enticingly to him. And then he lost himself in Robin for a time.

When the moon rose above the horizon, Robin cried out and transformed into a rangy young werewolf with a stunning red pelt. He watched in horror as scream after scream tore itself from Roger's throat, the transformation slow and painful, as each limb seemed to struggle to reshape itself from human to werewolf. And he understood how wrong his alpha was, to resist what could not be resisted. He waited until the dark brown wolf, surprisingly large, roused from his stupor, then approached and licked his face offering comfort.

Roger accepted Robin's attention. He rolled to his paws and stretched lightly. The more he moved, the quicker the pain of the transformation wore off. Once again he'd failed to resist it in any way. At first, he'd volunteered for any and every research the Healers wanted to try... from taking double the wolfsbane to completely new formulations of it; but Malfoy nixed it directly with the Healers. His pet Auror was not to be put to any such risk.

He wolfed down the bowl of meat on the floor then sat waiting until Robin ate the other one. He was amused that Robin didn't seem to understand the toys at all. Roger's mother had been creative, caring for her lone werewolf. Soon enough Robin joined him in tug of war and they romped and played for hours, destroying several balls and toy birds. Roger had never had so much fun as a wolf. Or so he thought until it was time to curl up together and maybe catch some sleep and he found that licking and fucking in wolf form was immensely satisfying.

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Re: Roger's full moon

rogerdavies
2009-05-31 04:43 pm UTC (link)

In wan morning sunlight, Roger feebly resisted his mother until she held his nose and dumped the pain potion into his mouth, followed quickly by the restorative and nutritive potions. He failed to notice Robin and his mother's exchange of glances, so caught up in the misery of his return to humanity. Robin calmly drank the potions Rhiannon offered and watched while she fired off cleaning charms at all corners of the room. They'd destroyed the bed. She finally opened the window to try to do something about the funk. The room smelled much worse than usual and she primly refused to speculate on why that was.

Four owls headed straight for Roger who swore loudly. Now he was just being a baby. Rhiannon had hoped one day her son would bring home a nice young girl to tend to him. She'd been surprised by Robin but didn't much care anymore. But the reality was that they both needed her care. She knew Roger wouldn't eat today if she wasn't there to put the food in front of him. And Robin didn't seem likely to force Roger to do anything.

"I have to go in to the Ministry." Roger still lay naked on the floor, reading his mail."Greyback's been murdered."

"No you don't," she said, finally stripping the bed and sending clean linens onto it. "It's too late to bring him back. Send them an owl."

He blinked up at her, finally realized that he and his ... squeeze were nude and headed for the bathroom. Later after breakfast, after he'd owled that he wanted a full investigation into the how and why of Greyback's death, after he thanked his mother once again, he and Robin curled up together and slept.

Roger woke in the late afternoon spooned around Robin, breathing in his scent and comforted by it... amazingly comforted by the presence of his warm body and the trust he felt for him. This is pack... he thought wonderingly, waking Robin with a kiss.

For the first time in a long time, Roger made love.

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