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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.