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hp_rarefestTitle: Lunacy - PART 2
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James pushed his face into the pillow he was currently sprawled face down on, one arm curled up underneath it. He blinked like a lazy house cat and tried to remember where he was.
And why he was naked.
He blinked again, hair in his eyes. Bed. He was in a bed. He snuffled into the pillow. He was in Teddy’s bed. Well, that was nice. But wasn’t he meant to be somewhere? He mumbled unintelligibly and yawned again, cracking his jaw. His brain felt like it was only slowly coming back on after a month’s hibernation; like he was working at half capacity.
James rolled over onto his back, wincing slightly at the twinge in his arse and again at the spike of pain coming from his left shoulder. That was weird. He wasn’t really sore though; he was tired and filthy, like he’d just run a mile, but his body felt amazing. He stretched his legs out, curling his toes and then uncurling them again happily, and became aware of a low distracting ache in the pit of his stomach. He frowned as he felt a flush crawl up his thighs, stomach, prickling onto his chest. Like he had a fever, like… James groaned and flung an arm across his face as the reality of his current predicament came rushing back over him. Oh, bloody fucking hell.
“Welcome back, sunshine.”
James peeled his arm off his face and turned to look at Teddy, standing in the middle of the room and pulling a pair of jeans on.
“You were out like a light there. Solid fifteen minutes I think.” Teddy grinned and zipped up. “I’ll take it as a compliment.”
James frowned, then rubbed at his eyes. He suddenly sat up with alarm. “Teddy, fuck, I am so sorry about before—”
“Hey, woah, calm down,” Teddy knelt on the bed and pressed him back down. “It’s fine, James. You couldn’t help ravishing me. Who could?” He smiled cheekily and drew a lazy circle with the fingers resting against James’s chest. “Honestly, no harm done. You feeling any better?” he asked.James settled back down into the pillows reluctantly.
“About seventeen different kinds of crap still.” He shrugged and picked at the blanket. “But less, um... Y’know.” He waggled a hand in what he hoped Teddy could interpret as less terrifyingly horny. “Um. Less that than before, I guess.” He looked at Teddy apologetically, still reeling from the realisation that he’d practically molested him in the living room. He made a face and opened his mouth to apologize again, when Teddy cut him off.
“Good.” He smiled fondly at James. “I’m glad I could help a bit. ‘Cause the heat will flare up soon enough, you know, and you’ll want to fuck again. Well, we’ll want to fuck, I should say. Which is what I assume you meant by this.” He waved a hand between them, wiggling his fingers in an imitation of James's earlier gesture, and raised an eyebrow. James laughed softly, embarrassed, and Teddy smiled back at him lopsidedly, a dimple appearing in his left cheek. He kissed James on his, then stood again.
“So,” Teddy said, looking for the rest of his clothes. “Best make the most of this reprieve and get some rest now, okay?”
James nodded, pulling the blanket around him. He lay back for a moment, staring at Teddy as he dressed—at his back, his broad shoulders, the curve of his spine—’til it sunk in that Teddy was getting dressed. And that meant he was going out.
“Wait, where are you off to?” James asked, frowning. “It must be like two am, Ted.”
“Ah, well.” Teddy looked at his feet. “I just need to pop out for something. For um… Well.” He didn’t finish. James stared harder.
Teddy located a clean enough T-shirt and cleared his throat. “Well, I mean the good news is...” He licked his lips. “I mean, you’re probably not pregnant. But, um…”
James groaned so loudly, it sounded like a growl and slammed the pillow over his head. Well, that ‘reprieve’ didn’t last long. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”
Teddy scratched his chin. “Sorry,” he sighed. “I did sort of… try to mention it. Earlier. But you were preoccupied—and that’s fine!” He finished quickly, holding a hand up at the sight of James’s wide eye peeking out from under the pillow. “It’s fine, really. I can get something from work and be back in about a half hour.”
James wrenched the pillow off his face and threw it across the room, where it landed with a completely unsatisfying omp. Teddy was right; he had tried to mention it, James vaguely recalled. He also remembered he’d been trying to climb Teddy like a tree at the time.
“Fuck!” James took a shaky breath and tried to let it out again, but it got stuck in his chest. He’d managed to completely forget about that whole fertility part of this. “Fucking fuck!”
“Yeah.” Teddy winced, his voice resigned. “If we’re gonna keep doing that, then we need some kind of contraceptive. And something to counteract anything that, uh, could have happened just then.” Teddy pulled his shirt over his head. “Which are both things I never thought I would be saying to you,” he laughed, voice muffled slightly by the material.
“But it’s fine. Really,” he repeated at James’s very unamused look. “Seriously, Marg is Medical Potions Supervisor on nights and she loves me. And she loves you even more. I may have told her about you,” Teddy clarified when James raised his eyebrows. “Night shifts are boring. We talk.” He shrugged, blushing and looking away slightly. “Anyway, I’ll just... give her the basics, beg shamelessly, and she’ll be able to give us something for however long this takes. Twenty-four hours, I expect.” He pulled on a worn, brown leather jacket, fanning his hair over the collar. “It might be a bit of a shock to your system though, on top of everything else.”
“Of course it might,” James deadpanned. “This is fucking ridiculous, Teddy.”
“I know, but it’s also totally normal. We just weren’t prepared.”
James snorted derisively and rubbed at his eyes, feeling the low pain in his abdomen start to build again. The bed dipped next to him as Teddy sat down to pull on his boots. Laces tied, he leant over James, who sighed and stared up at him. His hair tickled James’s face and James blew it away, then swatted at it when it came right back. Teddy chuckled and tucked it behind an ear.
“You really are taking this all incredibly well, Jamie.” Teddy pushed James’s own messy, ruined hair back and James searched his face for any sign of sarcasm.
“I’m taking this with the same amount of poise and grace I apply to all things werewolf related, Ted,” James mumbled. “Which is not very much.”
“Which is actually a considerable amount,” Teddy corrected. “Despite what you might think.” He rubbed his nose against James’s temple, breathed in deeply and made a soft noise.
“God, you are so fucking irresistible right now, Jamie.”
James leaned up into it, feeling his pulse tick faster, his dick twitch against his thigh. He shifted against the sheets as he felt that infuriating, horrible, wonderful, wet feeling again start up again. Teddy rested his forehead against James’s for a moment, then forced himself to pull back. He slapped his palms on his thighs and stood, shaking his head.
“Nope. I need to leave.” He gave James a heated look. “You just... rest. Stay here. Don’t move a muscle, ok?”
James rolled his eyes, (where was he going to go in this state?) but he couldn't stop the flush that ran up his body at the way Teddy was looking at him. Like he wanted to eat him alive. James bit his lip and rolled his hips slightly, so Teddy could see the shape of his hardening dick under the thin sheet.
Teddy groaned, taking a step towards him, then back again.
“No, fuck. I need to leave right now.” He scrubbed a hand over his mouth, then waved in frustration over his shoulder as he pulled open the door. James listened to his footfalls recede as he galloped down the stairs to the Floo.
He grinned for a moment, then sighed and ran a hand through his hair in frustration himself. He lay there, perfectly still, then kicked his legs out petulantly. While it had been fun teasing Teddy, he was seriously regretting it. He was turned on again and he could feel the heat getting set to boil over. And now he was stuck here, half-way to hard and leaking and surrounded by Teddy’s fucking amazing scent—but no Teddy.
He groaned and itched at the inside of his elbow. He grabbed Teddy’s pillow from the other side of the bed, as his own was currently lying on the floor, and tried to punch it into shape. Pillow safely pummelled into submission, he curled up sulkily on one side in a nest of blankets. He tried to ignore the tingling feeling crawling up his scar and the lurch in his insides, and to get some much needed rest.
***
Twenty-seven minutes later, Teddy managed to get one foot in the bedroom door before James was on him, a clingy pile of needy limbs and restless arousal once more. He’d heard the Floo rush to life, then quiet again, Teddy’s voice calling out that he’d been successful but owed Marg for life (and in potentially terrifying ways), as he bounded up the stairs two at a time to where James was waiting.
James had managed to doze briefly after Teddy had left, but had woken up to the heat clawing its way back up his spine, up his scar, his dick hard and arse aching to be filled. He’d tried to ignore it, but it built even faster this time and he could feel it from his scalp to his toes. He felt different, again; no nausea now, but still plenty of pain. He was hotter than ever, like their earlier sex hadn’t so much sated the fire inside him as thrown gasoline on it. He was burning.
“So the red one… mmmf!” Teddy tried to speak around James’s insistent kisses, shucking his jacket and toeing off his boots. He tried again.
“Ah, ok, the red potion is a, mmm, contraceptive and the blue one is… uuuh” Teddy’s breath hitched as James latched onto his neck and sucked hard, grinding himself against Teddy’s jeans-clad thigh, leaving damp trails on the denim. He hadn’t bothered to get dressed, too exhausted and then too aroused, chasing Teddy’s scent amongst the bedsheets, fingering himself open as he tried to soothe some of the burning need inside him.
“Right.” Teddy pressed the bottles at him, breathing heavily. “Drink these. Now.” He said forcefully, eyes hard, and James’s dick twitched at the tone. He downed both potions with a grimace, dropping the bottles on the floor and wiping his mouth on the back of his arm. They tasted faintly of liquorice and raspberries.
Teddy watched him drink with hooded eyes, then nodded slightly. “Ok. Good boy.” James shivered and moved back into Teddy’s space.
Teddy stood very still, but his eyes were dark and his cheeks flushed. His hair had turned such a dark blue it was almost black and James could feel Teddy’s cock filling out against his thigh as he ground against him again. He rucked Teddy’s shirt up, biting his earlobe, until Teddy made a low noise and grabbed him by the back of the neck, pulling him in and kissing him hard.
Their teeth clacked together as James didn’t so much kiss back as try to keep up; whatever self-control Teddy had been clinging to before didn't seem to be holding up so well this time around. He kissed his way down James’s jaw, then licked back into his mouth, open and wet. James fumbled with the zip on his jeans, desperate for skin and contact. He wasn’t really sure what was going to happen now that neither of them seemed to be present at the helm, but he couldn’t really focus enough to care. Not when Teddy was mindlessly kneading at the meat of his arse, pulling the cheeks apart and back together again.
He felt like he wanted to unzip Teddy’s skin and crawl inside, or pull Teddy inside him and keep him there. He felt crazy. It overwhelmed him and he broke away to pant against Teddy’s shoulder, trying to control himself, but it was impossible. He gasped, as another pulse of wet trickled down the back of his thigh. He felt rather than heard Teddy’s responding groan as he pushed two fingers up and inside him.
“Ohh, fuck.” James grabbed Teddy’s wrist and forced them deeper inside him, knees going weak as he clawed at Teddy’s arm with his other hand.
“Merlin, James, you feel so good.”
James shuddered as he moved Teddy’s fingers in and out. Teddy kissed him again, then bit his lip, pulled it gently between his teeth. Let it go and pulled it back between his lips. Teddy was right, it was good, it was so good. Merlin, it was perfect.
But still it wasn’t enough, wasn’t what he needed. The ache in his stomach, in his head, pooling in his spine, was bordering on painful again. He felt like he was going to burst.
“Teddy, I need you to—” he gasped, “I need...”
“Shh, I know, I got you.”
Teddy kissed him again. He pulled his fingers free with a quiet, wet sound, then grabbed James’s hips and pulled them flush, walking them backwards until James’s calves hit the bed. “I got you.”
Teddy pushed him down and James folded. He scooted backwards on his elbows ’til he reached the head of the bed, watching Teddy remove the rest of his clothes. Teddy climbed up over him.
Then stopped.
James stared up at him. Every muscle in Teddy’s body was tense, his hands fisted in the sheet on either side of James’s ribs. His eyes were glassy and wild, gone from the lightest hazel to almost pure black, his cheeks ruddy and his cock hard and hanging heavy between his legs.
James suddenly, idiotically, thought he’d never seen anything more beautiful. He felt his chest momentarily constrict with it, the rush of unexpected emotion overriding the arousal coursing within him. He caught Teddy’s mouth in an almost tender kiss, ran his knuckles over the scant hair on Teddy’s chest. He felt like he was in the eye of a storm. He brushed the hair back from Teddy’s face, shifting his hips slightly.
Just as quickly as it came, the moment of calm twisted away as the movement brushed their cocks together. Teddy jolted as if burned.
He crushed his mouth against James’s, pulling one leg around his waist and hooking the other over his shoulder. He fisted a hand in James’s hair, pulling his head back as he mouthed along his collarbone, his teeth scraping along the join of his neck. He reached the knobbled scar tissue and hesitated, flicking his gaze up to James. He moved back in, his breath hot and damp as he mouthed along the pink scar.
James made a strangled sound in the back of his throat, trembling with how good it felt, how overwhelming it was. He couldn't seem to get his lungs to work, get enough air inside them. He couldn’t breathe.
“Make noise, James,” Teddy growled in a voice James barely recognised, but which went straight to his dick.
“You’ll feel better. Trust me. Don’t hold it in. Scream if you need to.” He licked along the scar again, grazed his teeth against it, and James arched his spine and howled.
“Fuck. Fuck!” James keened and pushed his hips up insistently, Teddy’s hands firm and strong on his sides, on his hips. “Teddy, please.” He pushed up again, dragging his dick against the hot, hard length of Teddy’s own and they both groaned. He bit at Teddy’s neck. “Want you to fuck me, fill, uhh, fill me up, make me yours…”
Teddy made a broken sound against his sternum and dug his fingers into James’s arse, moving to his cleft. He groaned again, rubbing his fingers roughly over the puckered hole. James was shaking.
“Merlin,” Teddy breathed out heavily. “You are so fucking wet. Ready, sweetheart?”
James dug his fingers into Teddy’s waist in answer, pulling him closer. Teddy kissed him as he lifted James’s hips up slightly, grabbing a pillow and moving it underneath him. Breathing hard, he smeared some of the slick from his fingers onto himself, biting the inside of his cheek as he lined up with one hand. He pushed in, slowly but hard and firm and better than anything James had ever felt in his life. James’s body tensed, his lungs struggling to work.
Teddy moved, slowly, out and then in again.
“Breathe, James. Keep breathing for me, love.”
James stuttered out a high gasp as Teddy snapped his hips forward.
“That’s it. Good boy, you're doing so, ahh, so well.” Teddy rolled his hips. “Can I, uhh, faster..?”
James nodded. He gulped in a breath, then felt the air punch out of his lungs, again and again as Teddy gratefully picked up the pace. He scrabbled at Teddy’s shoulders, trying to get some leverage, pull him closer, anything. He couldn't hold still, hands sliding in sweat as he tried to find purchase.
Teddy grabbed his wrists, pressing them against the mattress, and James keened. He felt caged, Teddy surrounding him, holding him down and fucking him, and this was what he needed. He pressed his shoulders into the bed and arched his neck, unable to do more than lie there as his leg slipped down from Teddy’s shoulder to the crook of his sweaty elbow, the bones of his wrists grinding in Teddy’s grip.
He could hear the gasping sounds he was making, but he could no more keep them in than he could control the way his hips were moving up to meet Teddy’s, forcing him deeper inside him. It was good, it was so good, and his cock leaked as Teddy changed the angle and began to hit his prostate on every thrust. The pleasure suddenly felt like it was too much, like it was going to take him over.
And still, somehow, it wasn’t enough. He needed more… something. His body was thrumming with a feeling like emptiness, but it made no sense. Teddy was inside him, deep and right. He writhed and strained as Teddy fucked the air right out of him. The room filled with heavy wet sounds, the slap of skin on skin, the thump of the headboard against the wall, James’s choked breathing and Teddy’s soft groans and why wasn’t this enough?
He struggled against Teddy’s unmoveable hands, digging his heel into the small of Teddy’s back until he finally wrenched free and grabbed him by the hair. James rolled his hips, using the leverage to pull himself onto Teddy’s dick, forcing him deeper and harder inside him. That was better. He set the pace, mouth open against Teddy’s, stealing his air, swallowing the sounds he made. Too far gone to coordinate a kiss.
Slowly, he became aware that he was pushing against a weight at his entrance. The jolt of pleasure that ran through him along with realisation was almost more than he could bear. The knot pressed against him with each hard thrust of Teddy’s hips and he blinked the sweat out of his eyes, gasping at the ceiling. That, the four-legged part of his brain whispered. I want that.
He pushed harder.
“Ahh, James, fuck!”
The noise that it ripped out of Teddy sounded more animal than human; his hips stuttered forward and he slipped onto his elbows. James didn’t care; everything centred around that pressure, around the knot forming at the base of Teddy’s cock, driving him insane it felt so good. And how much he needed that inside him.
James whimpered in frustration and Teddy sat back on his heels, pulling James onto his lap. James dug his fingers into Teddy’s shoulders, mouth open and eyes scrunched shut as he rolled his hips, rising up and then pushing down as hard as he could. The base of Teddy’s dick pressed hard and hot against him, almost inside him, the stretch almost painful, almost fucking there.
“James…” Teddy sounded wrecked, his voice thick and deep, as he scraped his teeth over the muscle of James’s neck.
“I want… Oh Merlin, I don’t… I wanna be inside you,” he babbled nonsensically. He grabbed James’s hips, thrusting up to meet him, his mouth a hot brand on his neck. James hissed through his teeth as he nodded mindlessly, thighs straining as he rose again.
“Do it.” He tightened one hand in Teddy’s hair. “Do it, I want you to do it,” he moaned, not sure what he was urging Teddy to do and at the same time, somehow, entirely certain.
He arched his spine, baring his throat, and finally forced the base of Teddy’s swollen cock inside him.
James blinked, mouth open as his nails scored marks into Teddy’s shoulders. He could feel Teddy shaking under him, as his hips juddered back and forth.
“Ahh, James. That feels so, so...”
James held still. He felt the knot swelling inside him, filling him, and his mouth worked but no sound came out. His chest shuddered violently as his legs gave out and he dropped his weight entirely onto Teddy’s straining forearms.
“It’s ok, love. Ke—keep breathing,” Teddy panted desperately. His hips rolled shallowly, the knot stretching James wide as it pulled at his rim. “Y—You're ok.”
James couldn’t tell whether Teddy was talking to him, or trying to reassure himself. Teddy never lost control like this. He looked like he was losing his mind; like whatever was happening to James had crawled right inside of Teddy too, settling in his spine and kicking out all coherent thought. Everything but instinct.
James sucked in another gulping breath as Teddy mouthed his neck. He ran his teeth along the taut muscle softly, then again, harder, seemingly unaware of what he was doing.
Teddy moved again, once, twice, three times his arms a vice around James’s back, tongue hot and rough against the muscle of his throat. James gasped, his mouth set in a silent scream. It was too much. It was perfect. It was too much. James felt every muscle in his body pull taut like a rubber band and then, snap, as Teddy sucked at the skin, growling softly, and then sank his teeth into his neck. His vision blurred as he came, untouched, cock rubbing against Teddy’s firm stomach, painting them both in thick white stripes.
James sagged in Teddy’s arms, feeling his dick pulse inside him as Teddy sucked on the area he’d bitten, hips rolling maddeningly, uncontrollably. James struggled to breath, choking down air, before blacking out for the second time in as many hours.
***
James came to, sticky and breathless and skin sweat-tacky. Teddy lay on top of him, one hand under James’s head and the other under his back. James felt like a rag doll; like a marionette with cut strings.
He felt fantastic.
He was shivering lightly, trembling almost. Or maybe that was Teddy. There were several large red scratches on Teddy’s shoulder and James gently traced around them with his finger (yep, definitely Teddy shivering). James felt slightly bad, but mostly he felt really good.
He made a mental note to applaud Teddy for managing to lower them carefully, and not just collapsing like James apparently had, as he moved under Teddy’s weight. Teddy’s breath puffed against his shoulder, his hair in James’s mouth. James reached up and brushed it away, tilting his head to the side. He shifted slightly, then stopped. He was pleasantly surprised to feel Teddy was still inside him, buried deep, the knot stretching him wide. He was even more surprised to find it wasn’t uncomfortable. It should have hurt, but it made him feel… safe, somehow. It was strange, but nice. He rubbed the back of Teddy’s arm.
“Hey,” he whispered. Teddy grunted softly, breathing like a racehorse and sounding like he was as out of it as James had been. His hips twitched slightly as he stirred against him, nuzzling blindly into James’s neck.
“You still with me, Ted? Or are you complimenting my prowess this time, huh?” James licked his lips. “Although that was pretty spectacular.” He couldn't recall ever having sex that intense before. He couldn't honestly remember anything being that intense before.
“Shhh. Shut up, you. S’my turn to pass out. Speaking of which,” Teddy mumbled groggily. “That’s twice you've swooned now. You're welcome.”
James banged his knee softly against Teddy’s sweaty ribs.
“Didn’t swoon. M’not a girl, Ted.”
“Men can swoon,” Teddy chuckled, voice heavy and sated. He lifted himself slightly, nuzzling against James’s throat, and then licked a rough tongue against the tender spot he’d bitten. It made James’s shoulders twitch slightly and he hissed, in pain or pleasure he couldn’t quite tell. He was ok with either, really.
But Teddy wasn’t, it seemed.
“What—” He blinked fully awake, frowning as he pushed himself up onto his elbows on spaghetti arms. He looked at James’s smiling face, and then down to his throat.
“Oh my God, I hurt you! James, I bit you,” he stated incredulously. “I bit your… your... Ohh.”
Teddy let his breath out softly as he stared at the deep mauve bruise budding on James’s neck, realisation in his eyes. James rubbed absently at the spot.
“What, that bad, is it?” He asked. It didn’t hurt, not really, but he could sort of feel a tightness there. Mostly he felt loose and numb and relaxed, in a way he hadn’t since this had started. That clawing, needy feeling that had been bubbling under the surface of his skin seemed to be ebbing away and he felt a happiness at that fact, which was bordering on hysteria. He was relieved to feel slightly normal again, even if it was a cuddly, high sort of normal.
“We’ll just heal it, yeah?” He tried again when Teddy kept staring, his hair a riot around him. “Ted? You’re kind of freaking me out.” He joked, hitting Teddy gently again with his knee.
Teddy finally met James’s eyes, tearing his own away from the bite mark, his expression intense and almost guilty. James frowned and rubbed soothingly at his side.
“It doesn’t even hurt,” he tried to reassure, idiot smile in place on his face. “Here, let me…” He moved his legs again, trying to dislodge Teddy so he could comfortably figure out what the hell was up with him—and was perplexed at the twinge of discomfort in his arse. He moved again and this time Teddy winced, then grabbed his leg and held it still, keeping it wrapped low around his waist. His face was apologetic.
“Sorry, we’ll have to wait a bit. Until it goes down.” He looked between them and James followed his line of sight.
“Goes down…” James repeated, lost. “Wait, you mean… Are you still hard?”
Teddy sighed, dropping his head. He mumbled something. “Huh?” James jostled him ’til he repeated himself.
“It’s the knot,” Teddy murmured. “We have to wait until it goes—uhh” His voice hitched on a cut off groan, and he flushed and looked away.
James’s eyebrows disappeared into his hair at the decidedly familiar sensation he felt.
“Wait, are you still coming?!” He blurted incredulously.
“Something like that,” Teddy growled. James could just make out the tips of Teddy’s ears turning pink through his hair, which had softened out to a light brown with streaks of cobalt-blue. He huffed a surprised laugh, then wrapped an arm around Teddy’s tense shoulders as he shivered and eventually stilled. James kissed his temple, then the tip of his ear, then anything he could reach without jarring them too much.
“You ok?” He asked softly, and Teddy grunted weakly in affirmation, sagging against James. His hips moved once or twice more, then stilled. “How long will this last then?” James ran a hand down Teddy’s tense back.
“I don’t really know. I should know, but I’ve never…” Teddy made a face. “An hour, maybe less.” Teddy sighed, scratching his forehead against the bone of James’s shoulder. “I’ll try and keep you comfortable.”
“I don’t think I mind.” James traced lazy circles into Teddy’s shoulder blades, fitting his fingers along the bumps of his spine. He suspected the roof could fall on him right now and he might not mind.
“Yeah, well. Let’s see about that later, huh?” Teddy said wryly. “When your legs are cramping and you need to use the loo.”
James laughed. Then marvelled at the almost euphoria which seemed to be meandering through his system. He ran his fingers through Teddy’s tangled hair, pulling at a particularly bad knot. He tried to unravel it with his fingers, then gave up, struggling to disentangle his hand. People thought the Potters had messy hair - that was nothing compared to Edward Lupin and his ability to change the colour and length of his hair with a thought, but complete disinclination to keep it anything resembling neat. James loved it. He kissed the top of Teddy’s hair, then felt embarrassed at the soppy display. Then figured, fuck it, and did it again.
Teddy smiled up at him, warmly. Then he made an unhappy sound and buried his face in James’s neck again. James frowned.
“I really don’t mind, Ted. Is that why you’re being all funny about my neck?” He murmured softly and stroked Teddy’s shoulder when he groaned again slightly. “‘Cos you didn’t hurt me. And I’m definitely not uncomfortable. It kind of feels great, actually.”
He stretched his neck out and wiggled again, feeling the weight of the knot inside him. It felt even bigger than when Teddy was fucking him, somehow. And that, at least, was number one off his bucket list, he thought, suppressing a manic giggle. He suspected if he started laughing now he wouldn't be able to stop. He was in heat, and Teddy’s dick was stuck inside him, and everything was insane. He suppressed the hysterical feeling and moved his hips again, focussing on how nice it felt instead.
“James,” Teddy growled warningly. “It’s not gonna go down if you keep doing that.” Teddy stilled him, warm hands firm at his hips. “Lie still or we’re gonna be stuck like this for my birthday too.”
“Mmm,” James sighed happily and nestled down into the blankets. “I feel kind of high, really.” He went on, smiling at the ceiling. He craned his face down to peer at Teddy. “Hey, d’you reckon that has something to do with the whole knotting thing?” He grinned. “Or maybe you’ve actually finally succeeded in fucking my brain out.”
Teddy, momentarily relaxed by their conversation and resting against James’s chest, stiffened.
“Um. Yes and no.” He took a deep breath and lifted himself onto his elbows again, wincing slightly at the movement. He cleared his throat. “It’s because of the knot. And also... the other thing.”
“Other thing?” James frowned, feeling thick and like his head was full of honey. It was lovely. “What else have you got down there?” He joked, peering down, ’til Teddy tilted his face back up with two fingers.
Teddy looked at him, eyes serious, a gentle frown between his brows. “That’s probably the bond, I expect.”
“Bond?” James screwed his face up. “What bond, what does that mean?” Whatever it was, it was really making him slow on the uptake because he had no idea what Teddy was on about. “Have I missed something?”
Teddy flicked his eyes pointedly to the bite mark on his neck, and then back again, his expression patient and slightly rueful. “The bond, James.”
The penny finally dropped. Then rattled around in James’s addled brain and exploded.
“Ohhhhhh,” James breathed out.
A heat meant mating, he knew that much. And mating involved knotting, which—he wiggled his hips, felt Teddy dig his fingers in again on a choked off sound—yep, that bit was present and accounted for. And knotting during a heat meant… bonding.
James ran back through the short list of things he knew about bonding—which took him all of four seconds, because he really knew astoundingly little. They were permanent, he thought he remembered reading. He was drawing a lot of blanks on the rest, but he knew this definitely hadn’t been on the list of things to do this weekend. Get a bit drunk, yes. Have mind blowingly loud sex with Teddy and further sour his relationship with the neighbours—of course. Go into heat, lose his mind, and accidentally bond during said sex, moving their four month relationship ahead about ten years? Not so much.
James blinked at the ceiling and slapped his teenage self once again for leaving him high and dry and choosing the policy of hiding under the bed rather than read a single damn thing he’d been given on this topic. And then he mentally crawled under the bed too. Old habits died hard. He forced himself back in the room.
James swallowed thickly, as Teddy sighed and looked away, rubbing his face against James’s cheek again. He was beginning to suspect Teddy was feeling a bit addled from this too, although it was hard to tell; Teddy was always extremely physically affectionate, doubly so in bed. Still, he wasn’t usually inclined to nuzzle James like this. Whatever the reason, James was finding it wonderfully comforting.
“So,” he managed. “You just knotted me,” James stated blankly. “And the... the bite, is that an... alpha thing?” Teddy nodded, leaning up onto one hand as he brushed his hair off his face. “And it makes a bond. Between us. Like a s… a soul bond?” James finished uncertainly, the word a strange shape in his mouth. Teddy’s face fell even further.
“I’m sorry James, I—I shouldn’t have.” He gestured at James’s neck. “That’s what would have done it. Combined with the heat, the knot. I knew that, objectively, but it’s like my brain switched off and…” He clenched his jaw, then looked away again. “I’m not one hundred percent clear on what it involves, but I don’t think it’s… it shouldn’t change that much.” Teddy shifted on his elbows. “It’ll change some stuff though. Merlin, I was supposed to be looking after you, James, not—”
James wrapped an arm around Teddy’s shoulder and pulled him back down before he could start apologising again. He suppressed a wave of anxiety that washed over him at the word change, and instead nestled Teddy’s face back into the crook of his neck.
“Hey, don’t worry, it’s not... It’s not that bad. We’ll sort it out,” he finished tepidly. “Plus I’m... pretty certain I told you to do it. So. Share the blame, huh?”
“Come on, James. You had no idea what you were saying though, did you?”
James shrugged and Teddy peered up at him, trying to read his expression.
“James, are you… ok, with this?”
James stalled. He was actually at a bit of a loss as to how he did in fact feel about it. He felt floaty, and warm, and safe. He felt like the way he’d acted earlier was now making a little more sense—baring his neck, pushing himself onto Teddy’s knot like his life depended on it. Urging him to bite him. He might not have known what he was doing, but he also couldn’t deny that he must have been, on some animal level, absolutely aware.
Above all that, though, he felt like he might possibly not be ok with this when he was himself again. A bond sounded rather… life-changing, and a bit permanent, and like something he might need to think about when the endorphins wore off. James wasn't a big fan of life-changing and permanent; he got his fill of that at sixteen. But Teddy currently looked like the only thing stopping him from throwing himself off the roof was the fact that they were physically stuck together, and James really wasn’t having that.
“Um.” He shrugged again, and smiled dopily. “We can talk about it later, ok? I’m not really very sensible right now.” He rubbed his eyes. “Like, really not sensible. I feel… like that time I accidentally drank a full bottle of concentrated Cheering Solution instead of just the thimbleful. I'm all numb and floaty. And stupid. It makes no sense at all,” James said softly, wonderingly.
Teddy laughed, a low rumble. He smiled at James, then squinted as he thought. “I guess it sort of does make sense. I mean you're stuck here with a small Quaffle lodged up your arse. I think the sudden case of warm and fuzzies is meant to stop you from panicking too much and… I don’t know. Hurting yourself. Or me, actually,” Teddy made a face.
“I guess so.” James petted his hair and grinned at the ceiling, feeling entirely disconnected from everything. “What about you, then? You don’t seem that affected.” He asked. Teddy shrugged, snorting a laugh.
“Because I need to protect you from predators or wandering into oncoming traffic, I guess. I don’t know, James, I’m no expert at this. My field is Magical Trauma and Emergency Response. We don’t see a lot of this.” He rubbed his nose against James’s neck again. “I mean I do… I can sort of feel something. Just doesn’t feel that different to how I normally feel, I guess.” He swallowed and looked away. “Well. Except for the giant, inconvenient erection.”
James smiled softly, happily. “No, that’s usually there, Ted.” Teddy pinched his side, gently, and James smiled harder, feeling even giddier somehow. He wanted to laugh again. Teddy regarded him seriously.
“I’ll look up what the bond involves as soon as I can, James,” He said earnestly. “And you should definitely sleep while I do that. I think the heat will end now. I think this is… I think this will end it.” Teddy shook his head slightly. “I can't believe any of this is happening. I was not prepared for this. I shouldn’t have…” He broke off and tried to smile. It didn’t really work. “Still, I guess it's not that bad. I mean, with the whole Quaffle and arse marriage bit. Least it’s me you’re stuck with, right? Better than some stranger,” He joked, but it didn’t so much land as teeter on its heels, then crash to the ground with a soft, echoing thud.
James widened his eyes, trying to keep his face very blank. Teddy dropped his own back onto James’s chest.
“Fuck. James. On a scale of one to ten, how horrified by all of this are you right now?” Teddy asked his armpit.
James squeaked in reply. His face was starting to go red.
“James?”
James tried to answer. He really did. But whatever they’d just done (knotted, bonded, married genitals, Merlin knows what else) was making him feel as high as a kite and the accumulation of the night’s madness was finally getting the better of him. He bit the inside of his cheek and screwed his face up, but to no avail—silent giggles shook his shoulders and then burst out of him in an unattractive snort and a gust of near hysterical laughter.
Teddy looked up at him in confusion, but James couldn't catch his breath enough to explain. He snorted again loudly, sides hurting. Teddy shook his head.
“Ok, so not horrified. Just insane...”
“S—s-sorry, T-Ted,” James choked out, vibrating with laughter. “G-gimme a min—a min—oh fuck.”
“Oh no, take your time, Jamie. You’re being very supportive and mature, I appreciate the sensitive way you’re handling this.” Teddy deadpanned, the corners of his mouth twitching up into a bemused smile.
James laughed harder. He was shaking the bed.
He wrapped his arms around Teddy’s shoulders and waited for the laughter to subside, but it wouldn’t. It rolled out of him uncontrollably. The movement jostled Teddy inside him, the knot still swollen and deep, and that just made him laugh more. Teddy determinedly tipped them both onto their sides.
“Hold still, you lunatic,” he mumbled, rearranging their limbs into something more manageable given the awkward angle, unsure about where to put James’s right leg. Satisfied, he summoned his wand and cast a cleaning charm to get rid off the mess James had made of their stomachs.
“Merlin. Maybe I have fucked your brain out,” Teddy groused, but with little bite behind it.
James hiccupped one last laugh. Teddy watched him, frowning gently.
“S-sorry,” James stuttered. “It’s all just… a bit much.”
“No fucking kidding,” Teddy said blandly. James laughed again softly, once, which turned into a huge yawn.
“Alright, kid. Go to sleep now,” Teddy grumbled.
“Bossy,” James murmured sleepily, grinning. “This another alpha thing?” James let himself be pulled back against Teddy, who wrapped him up in his arms, laughing softly.
“Sure, whatever. Now go the fuck to sleep and don’t make me pull rank again.” He kissed James softly, the angle evening out the slight height difference between. “We can talk in the morning.”
James hummed, allowing himself to feel how tired he was. He blinked slowly, limbs cement heavy. He drifted off to sleep, wondering vaguely how this would all feel in the light of day.
And not entirely looking forward to it.
***
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James pushed his face into the pillow he was currently sprawled face down on, one arm curled up underneath it. He blinked like a lazy house cat and tried to remember where he was.
And why he was naked.
He blinked again, hair in his eyes. Bed. He was in a bed. He snuffled into the pillow. He was in Teddy’s bed. Well, that was nice. But wasn’t he meant to be somewhere? He mumbled unintelligibly and yawned again, cracking his jaw. His brain felt like it was only slowly coming back on after a month’s hibernation; like he was working at half capacity.
James rolled over onto his back, wincing slightly at the twinge in his arse and again at the spike of pain coming from his left shoulder. That was weird. He wasn’t really sore though; he was tired and filthy, like he’d just run a mile, but his body felt amazing. He stretched his legs out, curling his toes and then uncurling them again happily, and became aware of a low distracting ache in the pit of his stomach. He frowned as he felt a flush crawl up his thighs, stomach, prickling onto his chest. Like he had a fever, like… James groaned and flung an arm across his face as the reality of his current predicament came rushing back over him. Oh, bloody fucking hell.
“Welcome back, sunshine.”
James peeled his arm off his face and turned to look at Teddy, standing in the middle of the room and pulling a pair of jeans on.
“You were out like a light there. Solid fifteen minutes I think.” Teddy grinned and zipped up. “I’ll take it as a compliment.”
James frowned, then rubbed at his eyes. He suddenly sat up with alarm. “Teddy, fuck, I am so sorry about before—”
“Hey, woah, calm down,” Teddy knelt on the bed and pressed him back down. “It’s fine, James. You couldn’t help ravishing me. Who could?” He smiled cheekily and drew a lazy circle with the fingers resting against James’s chest. “Honestly, no harm done. You feeling any better?” he asked.James settled back down into the pillows reluctantly.
“About seventeen different kinds of crap still.” He shrugged and picked at the blanket. “But less, um... Y’know.” He waggled a hand in what he hoped Teddy could interpret as less terrifyingly horny. “Um. Less that than before, I guess.” He looked at Teddy apologetically, still reeling from the realisation that he’d practically molested him in the living room. He made a face and opened his mouth to apologize again, when Teddy cut him off.
“Good.” He smiled fondly at James. “I’m glad I could help a bit. ‘Cause the heat will flare up soon enough, you know, and you’ll want to fuck again. Well, we’ll want to fuck, I should say. Which is what I assume you meant by this.” He waved a hand between them, wiggling his fingers in an imitation of James's earlier gesture, and raised an eyebrow. James laughed softly, embarrassed, and Teddy smiled back at him lopsidedly, a dimple appearing in his left cheek. He kissed James on his, then stood again.
“So,” Teddy said, looking for the rest of his clothes. “Best make the most of this reprieve and get some rest now, okay?”
James nodded, pulling the blanket around him. He lay back for a moment, staring at Teddy as he dressed—at his back, his broad shoulders, the curve of his spine—’til it sunk in that Teddy was getting dressed. And that meant he was going out.
“Wait, where are you off to?” James asked, frowning. “It must be like two am, Ted.”
“Ah, well.” Teddy looked at his feet. “I just need to pop out for something. For um… Well.” He didn’t finish. James stared harder.
Teddy located a clean enough T-shirt and cleared his throat. “Well, I mean the good news is...” He licked his lips. “I mean, you’re probably not pregnant. But, um…”
James groaned so loudly, it sounded like a growl and slammed the pillow over his head. Well, that ‘reprieve’ didn’t last long. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”
Teddy scratched his chin. “Sorry,” he sighed. “I did sort of… try to mention it. Earlier. But you were preoccupied—and that’s fine!” He finished quickly, holding a hand up at the sight of James’s wide eye peeking out from under the pillow. “It’s fine, really. I can get something from work and be back in about a half hour.”
James wrenched the pillow off his face and threw it across the room, where it landed with a completely unsatisfying omp. Teddy was right; he had tried to mention it, James vaguely recalled. He also remembered he’d been trying to climb Teddy like a tree at the time.
“Fuck!” James took a shaky breath and tried to let it out again, but it got stuck in his chest. He’d managed to completely forget about that whole fertility part of this. “Fucking fuck!”
“Yeah.” Teddy winced, his voice resigned. “If we’re gonna keep doing that, then we need some kind of contraceptive. And something to counteract anything that, uh, could have happened just then.” Teddy pulled his shirt over his head. “Which are both things I never thought I would be saying to you,” he laughed, voice muffled slightly by the material.
“But it’s fine. Really,” he repeated at James’s very unamused look. “Seriously, Marg is Medical Potions Supervisor on nights and she loves me. And she loves you even more. I may have told her about you,” Teddy clarified when James raised his eyebrows. “Night shifts are boring. We talk.” He shrugged, blushing and looking away slightly. “Anyway, I’ll just... give her the basics, beg shamelessly, and she’ll be able to give us something for however long this takes. Twenty-four hours, I expect.” He pulled on a worn, brown leather jacket, fanning his hair over the collar. “It might be a bit of a shock to your system though, on top of everything else.”
“Of course it might,” James deadpanned. “This is fucking ridiculous, Teddy.”
“I know, but it’s also totally normal. We just weren’t prepared.”
James snorted derisively and rubbed at his eyes, feeling the low pain in his abdomen start to build again. The bed dipped next to him as Teddy sat down to pull on his boots. Laces tied, he leant over James, who sighed and stared up at him. His hair tickled James’s face and James blew it away, then swatted at it when it came right back. Teddy chuckled and tucked it behind an ear.
“You really are taking this all incredibly well, Jamie.” Teddy pushed James’s own messy, ruined hair back and James searched his face for any sign of sarcasm.
“I’m taking this with the same amount of poise and grace I apply to all things werewolf related, Ted,” James mumbled. “Which is not very much.”
“Which is actually a considerable amount,” Teddy corrected. “Despite what you might think.” He rubbed his nose against James’s temple, breathed in deeply and made a soft noise.
“God, you are so fucking irresistible right now, Jamie.”
James leaned up into it, feeling his pulse tick faster, his dick twitch against his thigh. He shifted against the sheets as he felt that infuriating, horrible, wonderful, wet feeling again start up again. Teddy rested his forehead against James’s for a moment, then forced himself to pull back. He slapped his palms on his thighs and stood, shaking his head.
“Nope. I need to leave.” He gave James a heated look. “You just... rest. Stay here. Don’t move a muscle, ok?”
James rolled his eyes, (where was he going to go in this state?) but he couldn't stop the flush that ran up his body at the way Teddy was looking at him. Like he wanted to eat him alive. James bit his lip and rolled his hips slightly, so Teddy could see the shape of his hardening dick under the thin sheet.
Teddy groaned, taking a step towards him, then back again.
“No, fuck. I need to leave right now.” He scrubbed a hand over his mouth, then waved in frustration over his shoulder as he pulled open the door. James listened to his footfalls recede as he galloped down the stairs to the Floo.
He grinned for a moment, then sighed and ran a hand through his hair in frustration himself. He lay there, perfectly still, then kicked his legs out petulantly. While it had been fun teasing Teddy, he was seriously regretting it. He was turned on again and he could feel the heat getting set to boil over. And now he was stuck here, half-way to hard and leaking and surrounded by Teddy’s fucking amazing scent—but no Teddy.
He groaned and itched at the inside of his elbow. He grabbed Teddy’s pillow from the other side of the bed, as his own was currently lying on the floor, and tried to punch it into shape. Pillow safely pummelled into submission, he curled up sulkily on one side in a nest of blankets. He tried to ignore the tingling feeling crawling up his scar and the lurch in his insides, and to get some much needed rest.
***
Twenty-seven minutes later, Teddy managed to get one foot in the bedroom door before James was on him, a clingy pile of needy limbs and restless arousal once more. He’d heard the Floo rush to life, then quiet again, Teddy’s voice calling out that he’d been successful but owed Marg for life (and in potentially terrifying ways), as he bounded up the stairs two at a time to where James was waiting.
James had managed to doze briefly after Teddy had left, but had woken up to the heat clawing its way back up his spine, up his scar, his dick hard and arse aching to be filled. He’d tried to ignore it, but it built even faster this time and he could feel it from his scalp to his toes. He felt different, again; no nausea now, but still plenty of pain. He was hotter than ever, like their earlier sex hadn’t so much sated the fire inside him as thrown gasoline on it. He was burning.
“So the red one… mmmf!” Teddy tried to speak around James’s insistent kisses, shucking his jacket and toeing off his boots. He tried again.
“Ah, ok, the red potion is a, mmm, contraceptive and the blue one is… uuuh” Teddy’s breath hitched as James latched onto his neck and sucked hard, grinding himself against Teddy’s jeans-clad thigh, leaving damp trails on the denim. He hadn’t bothered to get dressed, too exhausted and then too aroused, chasing Teddy’s scent amongst the bedsheets, fingering himself open as he tried to soothe some of the burning need inside him.
“Right.” Teddy pressed the bottles at him, breathing heavily. “Drink these. Now.” He said forcefully, eyes hard, and James’s dick twitched at the tone. He downed both potions with a grimace, dropping the bottles on the floor and wiping his mouth on the back of his arm. They tasted faintly of liquorice and raspberries.
Teddy watched him drink with hooded eyes, then nodded slightly. “Ok. Good boy.” James shivered and moved back into Teddy’s space.
Teddy stood very still, but his eyes were dark and his cheeks flushed. His hair had turned such a dark blue it was almost black and James could feel Teddy’s cock filling out against his thigh as he ground against him again. He rucked Teddy’s shirt up, biting his earlobe, until Teddy made a low noise and grabbed him by the back of the neck, pulling him in and kissing him hard.
Their teeth clacked together as James didn’t so much kiss back as try to keep up; whatever self-control Teddy had been clinging to before didn't seem to be holding up so well this time around. He kissed his way down James’s jaw, then licked back into his mouth, open and wet. James fumbled with the zip on his jeans, desperate for skin and contact. He wasn’t really sure what was going to happen now that neither of them seemed to be present at the helm, but he couldn’t really focus enough to care. Not when Teddy was mindlessly kneading at the meat of his arse, pulling the cheeks apart and back together again.
He felt like he wanted to unzip Teddy’s skin and crawl inside, or pull Teddy inside him and keep him there. He felt crazy. It overwhelmed him and he broke away to pant against Teddy’s shoulder, trying to control himself, but it was impossible. He gasped, as another pulse of wet trickled down the back of his thigh. He felt rather than heard Teddy’s responding groan as he pushed two fingers up and inside him.
“Ohh, fuck.” James grabbed Teddy’s wrist and forced them deeper inside him, knees going weak as he clawed at Teddy’s arm with his other hand.
“Merlin, James, you feel so good.”
James shuddered as he moved Teddy’s fingers in and out. Teddy kissed him again, then bit his lip, pulled it gently between his teeth. Let it go and pulled it back between his lips. Teddy was right, it was good, it was so good. Merlin, it was perfect.
But still it wasn’t enough, wasn’t what he needed. The ache in his stomach, in his head, pooling in his spine, was bordering on painful again. He felt like he was going to burst.
“Teddy, I need you to—” he gasped, “I need...”
“Shh, I know, I got you.”
Teddy kissed him again. He pulled his fingers free with a quiet, wet sound, then grabbed James’s hips and pulled them flush, walking them backwards until James’s calves hit the bed. “I got you.”
Teddy pushed him down and James folded. He scooted backwards on his elbows ’til he reached the head of the bed, watching Teddy remove the rest of his clothes. Teddy climbed up over him.
Then stopped.
James stared up at him. Every muscle in Teddy’s body was tense, his hands fisted in the sheet on either side of James’s ribs. His eyes were glassy and wild, gone from the lightest hazel to almost pure black, his cheeks ruddy and his cock hard and hanging heavy between his legs.
James suddenly, idiotically, thought he’d never seen anything more beautiful. He felt his chest momentarily constrict with it, the rush of unexpected emotion overriding the arousal coursing within him. He caught Teddy’s mouth in an almost tender kiss, ran his knuckles over the scant hair on Teddy’s chest. He felt like he was in the eye of a storm. He brushed the hair back from Teddy’s face, shifting his hips slightly.
Just as quickly as it came, the moment of calm twisted away as the movement brushed their cocks together. Teddy jolted as if burned.
He crushed his mouth against James’s, pulling one leg around his waist and hooking the other over his shoulder. He fisted a hand in James’s hair, pulling his head back as he mouthed along his collarbone, his teeth scraping along the join of his neck. He reached the knobbled scar tissue and hesitated, flicking his gaze up to James. He moved back in, his breath hot and damp as he mouthed along the pink scar.
James made a strangled sound in the back of his throat, trembling with how good it felt, how overwhelming it was. He couldn't seem to get his lungs to work, get enough air inside them. He couldn’t breathe.
“Make noise, James,” Teddy growled in a voice James barely recognised, but which went straight to his dick.
“You’ll feel better. Trust me. Don’t hold it in. Scream if you need to.” He licked along the scar again, grazed his teeth against it, and James arched his spine and howled.
“Fuck. Fuck!” James keened and pushed his hips up insistently, Teddy’s hands firm and strong on his sides, on his hips. “Teddy, please.” He pushed up again, dragging his dick against the hot, hard length of Teddy’s own and they both groaned. He bit at Teddy’s neck. “Want you to fuck me, fill, uhh, fill me up, make me yours…”
Teddy made a broken sound against his sternum and dug his fingers into James’s arse, moving to his cleft. He groaned again, rubbing his fingers roughly over the puckered hole. James was shaking.
“Merlin,” Teddy breathed out heavily. “You are so fucking wet. Ready, sweetheart?”
James dug his fingers into Teddy’s waist in answer, pulling him closer. Teddy kissed him as he lifted James’s hips up slightly, grabbing a pillow and moving it underneath him. Breathing hard, he smeared some of the slick from his fingers onto himself, biting the inside of his cheek as he lined up with one hand. He pushed in, slowly but hard and firm and better than anything James had ever felt in his life. James’s body tensed, his lungs struggling to work.
Teddy moved, slowly, out and then in again.
“Breathe, James. Keep breathing for me, love.”
James stuttered out a high gasp as Teddy snapped his hips forward.
“That’s it. Good boy, you're doing so, ahh, so well.” Teddy rolled his hips. “Can I, uhh, faster..?”
James nodded. He gulped in a breath, then felt the air punch out of his lungs, again and again as Teddy gratefully picked up the pace. He scrabbled at Teddy’s shoulders, trying to get some leverage, pull him closer, anything. He couldn't hold still, hands sliding in sweat as he tried to find purchase.
Teddy grabbed his wrists, pressing them against the mattress, and James keened. He felt caged, Teddy surrounding him, holding him down and fucking him, and this was what he needed. He pressed his shoulders into the bed and arched his neck, unable to do more than lie there as his leg slipped down from Teddy’s shoulder to the crook of his sweaty elbow, the bones of his wrists grinding in Teddy’s grip.
He could hear the gasping sounds he was making, but he could no more keep them in than he could control the way his hips were moving up to meet Teddy’s, forcing him deeper inside him. It was good, it was so good, and his cock leaked as Teddy changed the angle and began to hit his prostate on every thrust. The pleasure suddenly felt like it was too much, like it was going to take him over.
And still, somehow, it wasn’t enough. He needed more… something. His body was thrumming with a feeling like emptiness, but it made no sense. Teddy was inside him, deep and right. He writhed and strained as Teddy fucked the air right out of him. The room filled with heavy wet sounds, the slap of skin on skin, the thump of the headboard against the wall, James’s choked breathing and Teddy’s soft groans and why wasn’t this enough?
He struggled against Teddy’s unmoveable hands, digging his heel into the small of Teddy’s back until he finally wrenched free and grabbed him by the hair. James rolled his hips, using the leverage to pull himself onto Teddy’s dick, forcing him deeper and harder inside him. That was better. He set the pace, mouth open against Teddy’s, stealing his air, swallowing the sounds he made. Too far gone to coordinate a kiss.
Slowly, he became aware that he was pushing against a weight at his entrance. The jolt of pleasure that ran through him along with realisation was almost more than he could bear. The knot pressed against him with each hard thrust of Teddy’s hips and he blinked the sweat out of his eyes, gasping at the ceiling. That, the four-legged part of his brain whispered. I want that.
He pushed harder.
“Ahh, James, fuck!”
The noise that it ripped out of Teddy sounded more animal than human; his hips stuttered forward and he slipped onto his elbows. James didn’t care; everything centred around that pressure, around the knot forming at the base of Teddy’s cock, driving him insane it felt so good. And how much he needed that inside him.
James whimpered in frustration and Teddy sat back on his heels, pulling James onto his lap. James dug his fingers into Teddy’s shoulders, mouth open and eyes scrunched shut as he rolled his hips, rising up and then pushing down as hard as he could. The base of Teddy’s dick pressed hard and hot against him, almost inside him, the stretch almost painful, almost fucking there.
“James…” Teddy sounded wrecked, his voice thick and deep, as he scraped his teeth over the muscle of James’s neck.
“I want… Oh Merlin, I don’t… I wanna be inside you,” he babbled nonsensically. He grabbed James’s hips, thrusting up to meet him, his mouth a hot brand on his neck. James hissed through his teeth as he nodded mindlessly, thighs straining as he rose again.
“Do it.” He tightened one hand in Teddy’s hair. “Do it, I want you to do it,” he moaned, not sure what he was urging Teddy to do and at the same time, somehow, entirely certain.
He arched his spine, baring his throat, and finally forced the base of Teddy’s swollen cock inside him.
James blinked, mouth open as his nails scored marks into Teddy’s shoulders. He could feel Teddy shaking under him, as his hips juddered back and forth.
“Ahh, James. That feels so, so...”
James held still. He felt the knot swelling inside him, filling him, and his mouth worked but no sound came out. His chest shuddered violently as his legs gave out and he dropped his weight entirely onto Teddy’s straining forearms.
“It’s ok, love. Ke—keep breathing,” Teddy panted desperately. His hips rolled shallowly, the knot stretching James wide as it pulled at his rim. “Y—You're ok.”
James couldn’t tell whether Teddy was talking to him, or trying to reassure himself. Teddy never lost control like this. He looked like he was losing his mind; like whatever was happening to James had crawled right inside of Teddy too, settling in his spine and kicking out all coherent thought. Everything but instinct.
James sucked in another gulping breath as Teddy mouthed his neck. He ran his teeth along the taut muscle softly, then again, harder, seemingly unaware of what he was doing.
Teddy moved again, once, twice, three times his arms a vice around James’s back, tongue hot and rough against the muscle of his throat. James gasped, his mouth set in a silent scream. It was too much. It was perfect. It was too much. James felt every muscle in his body pull taut like a rubber band and then, snap, as Teddy sucked at the skin, growling softly, and then sank his teeth into his neck. His vision blurred as he came, untouched, cock rubbing against Teddy’s firm stomach, painting them both in thick white stripes.
James sagged in Teddy’s arms, feeling his dick pulse inside him as Teddy sucked on the area he’d bitten, hips rolling maddeningly, uncontrollably. James struggled to breath, choking down air, before blacking out for the second time in as many hours.
James came to, sticky and breathless and skin sweat-tacky. Teddy lay on top of him, one hand under James’s head and the other under his back. James felt like a rag doll; like a marionette with cut strings.
He felt fantastic.
He was shivering lightly, trembling almost. Or maybe that was Teddy. There were several large red scratches on Teddy’s shoulder and James gently traced around them with his finger (yep, definitely Teddy shivering). James felt slightly bad, but mostly he felt really good.
He made a mental note to applaud Teddy for managing to lower them carefully, and not just collapsing like James apparently had, as he moved under Teddy’s weight. Teddy’s breath puffed against his shoulder, his hair in James’s mouth. James reached up and brushed it away, tilting his head to the side. He shifted slightly, then stopped. He was pleasantly surprised to feel Teddy was still inside him, buried deep, the knot stretching him wide. He was even more surprised to find it wasn’t uncomfortable. It should have hurt, but it made him feel… safe, somehow. It was strange, but nice. He rubbed the back of Teddy’s arm.
“Hey,” he whispered. Teddy grunted softly, breathing like a racehorse and sounding like he was as out of it as James had been. His hips twitched slightly as he stirred against him, nuzzling blindly into James’s neck.
“You still with me, Ted? Or are you complimenting my prowess this time, huh?” James licked his lips. “Although that was pretty spectacular.” He couldn't recall ever having sex that intense before. He couldn't honestly remember anything being that intense before.
“Shhh. Shut up, you. S’my turn to pass out. Speaking of which,” Teddy mumbled groggily. “That’s twice you've swooned now. You're welcome.”
James banged his knee softly against Teddy’s sweaty ribs.
“Didn’t swoon. M’not a girl, Ted.”
“Men can swoon,” Teddy chuckled, voice heavy and sated. He lifted himself slightly, nuzzling against James’s throat, and then licked a rough tongue against the tender spot he’d bitten. It made James’s shoulders twitch slightly and he hissed, in pain or pleasure he couldn’t quite tell. He was ok with either, really.
But Teddy wasn’t, it seemed.
“What—” He blinked fully awake, frowning as he pushed himself up onto his elbows on spaghetti arms. He looked at James’s smiling face, and then down to his throat.
“Oh my God, I hurt you! James, I bit you,” he stated incredulously. “I bit your… your... Ohh.”
Teddy let his breath out softly as he stared at the deep mauve bruise budding on James’s neck, realisation in his eyes. James rubbed absently at the spot.
“What, that bad, is it?” He asked. It didn’t hurt, not really, but he could sort of feel a tightness there. Mostly he felt loose and numb and relaxed, in a way he hadn’t since this had started. That clawing, needy feeling that had been bubbling under the surface of his skin seemed to be ebbing away and he felt a happiness at that fact, which was bordering on hysteria. He was relieved to feel slightly normal again, even if it was a cuddly, high sort of normal.
“We’ll just heal it, yeah?” He tried again when Teddy kept staring, his hair a riot around him. “Ted? You’re kind of freaking me out.” He joked, hitting Teddy gently again with his knee.
Teddy finally met James’s eyes, tearing his own away from the bite mark, his expression intense and almost guilty. James frowned and rubbed soothingly at his side.
“It doesn’t even hurt,” he tried to reassure, idiot smile in place on his face. “Here, let me…” He moved his legs again, trying to dislodge Teddy so he could comfortably figure out what the hell was up with him—and was perplexed at the twinge of discomfort in his arse. He moved again and this time Teddy winced, then grabbed his leg and held it still, keeping it wrapped low around his waist. His face was apologetic.
“Sorry, we’ll have to wait a bit. Until it goes down.” He looked between them and James followed his line of sight.
“Goes down…” James repeated, lost. “Wait, you mean… Are you still hard?”
Teddy sighed, dropping his head. He mumbled something. “Huh?” James jostled him ’til he repeated himself.
“It’s the knot,” Teddy murmured. “We have to wait until it goes—uhh” His voice hitched on a cut off groan, and he flushed and looked away.
James’s eyebrows disappeared into his hair at the decidedly familiar sensation he felt.
“Wait, are you still coming?!” He blurted incredulously.
“Something like that,” Teddy growled. James could just make out the tips of Teddy’s ears turning pink through his hair, which had softened out to a light brown with streaks of cobalt-blue. He huffed a surprised laugh, then wrapped an arm around Teddy’s tense shoulders as he shivered and eventually stilled. James kissed his temple, then the tip of his ear, then anything he could reach without jarring them too much.
“You ok?” He asked softly, and Teddy grunted weakly in affirmation, sagging against James. His hips moved once or twice more, then stilled. “How long will this last then?” James ran a hand down Teddy’s tense back.
“I don’t really know. I should know, but I’ve never…” Teddy made a face. “An hour, maybe less.” Teddy sighed, scratching his forehead against the bone of James’s shoulder. “I’ll try and keep you comfortable.”
“I don’t think I mind.” James traced lazy circles into Teddy’s shoulder blades, fitting his fingers along the bumps of his spine. He suspected the roof could fall on him right now and he might not mind.
“Yeah, well. Let’s see about that later, huh?” Teddy said wryly. “When your legs are cramping and you need to use the loo.”
James laughed. Then marvelled at the almost euphoria which seemed to be meandering through his system. He ran his fingers through Teddy’s tangled hair, pulling at a particularly bad knot. He tried to unravel it with his fingers, then gave up, struggling to disentangle his hand. People thought the Potters had messy hair - that was nothing compared to Edward Lupin and his ability to change the colour and length of his hair with a thought, but complete disinclination to keep it anything resembling neat. James loved it. He kissed the top of Teddy’s hair, then felt embarrassed at the soppy display. Then figured, fuck it, and did it again.
Teddy smiled up at him, warmly. Then he made an unhappy sound and buried his face in James’s neck again. James frowned.
“I really don’t mind, Ted. Is that why you’re being all funny about my neck?” He murmured softly and stroked Teddy’s shoulder when he groaned again slightly. “‘Cos you didn’t hurt me. And I’m definitely not uncomfortable. It kind of feels great, actually.”
He stretched his neck out and wiggled again, feeling the weight of the knot inside him. It felt even bigger than when Teddy was fucking him, somehow. And that, at least, was number one off his bucket list, he thought, suppressing a manic giggle. He suspected if he started laughing now he wouldn't be able to stop. He was in heat, and Teddy’s dick was stuck inside him, and everything was insane. He suppressed the hysterical feeling and moved his hips again, focussing on how nice it felt instead.
“James,” Teddy growled warningly. “It’s not gonna go down if you keep doing that.” Teddy stilled him, warm hands firm at his hips. “Lie still or we’re gonna be stuck like this for my birthday too.”
“Mmm,” James sighed happily and nestled down into the blankets. “I feel kind of high, really.” He went on, smiling at the ceiling. He craned his face down to peer at Teddy. “Hey, d’you reckon that has something to do with the whole knotting thing?” He grinned. “Or maybe you’ve actually finally succeeded in fucking my brain out.”
Teddy, momentarily relaxed by their conversation and resting against James’s chest, stiffened.
“Um. Yes and no.” He took a deep breath and lifted himself onto his elbows again, wincing slightly at the movement. He cleared his throat. “It’s because of the knot. And also... the other thing.”
“Other thing?” James frowned, feeling thick and like his head was full of honey. It was lovely. “What else have you got down there?” He joked, peering down, ’til Teddy tilted his face back up with two fingers.
Teddy looked at him, eyes serious, a gentle frown between his brows. “That’s probably the bond, I expect.”
“Bond?” James screwed his face up. “What bond, what does that mean?” Whatever it was, it was really making him slow on the uptake because he had no idea what Teddy was on about. “Have I missed something?”
Teddy flicked his eyes pointedly to the bite mark on his neck, and then back again, his expression patient and slightly rueful. “The bond, James.”
The penny finally dropped. Then rattled around in James’s addled brain and exploded.
“Ohhhhhh,” James breathed out.
A heat meant mating, he knew that much. And mating involved knotting, which—he wiggled his hips, felt Teddy dig his fingers in again on a choked off sound—yep, that bit was present and accounted for. And knotting during a heat meant… bonding.
James ran back through the short list of things he knew about bonding—which took him all of four seconds, because he really knew astoundingly little. They were permanent, he thought he remembered reading. He was drawing a lot of blanks on the rest, but he knew this definitely hadn’t been on the list of things to do this weekend. Get a bit drunk, yes. Have mind blowingly loud sex with Teddy and further sour his relationship with the neighbours—of course. Go into heat, lose his mind, and accidentally bond during said sex, moving their four month relationship ahead about ten years? Not so much.
James blinked at the ceiling and slapped his teenage self once again for leaving him high and dry and choosing the policy of hiding under the bed rather than read a single damn thing he’d been given on this topic. And then he mentally crawled under the bed too. Old habits died hard. He forced himself back in the room.
James swallowed thickly, as Teddy sighed and looked away, rubbing his face against James’s cheek again. He was beginning to suspect Teddy was feeling a bit addled from this too, although it was hard to tell; Teddy was always extremely physically affectionate, doubly so in bed. Still, he wasn’t usually inclined to nuzzle James like this. Whatever the reason, James was finding it wonderfully comforting.
“So,” he managed. “You just knotted me,” James stated blankly. “And the... the bite, is that an... alpha thing?” Teddy nodded, leaning up onto one hand as he brushed his hair off his face. “And it makes a bond. Between us. Like a s… a soul bond?” James finished uncertainly, the word a strange shape in his mouth. Teddy’s face fell even further.
“I’m sorry James, I—I shouldn’t have.” He gestured at James’s neck. “That’s what would have done it. Combined with the heat, the knot. I knew that, objectively, but it’s like my brain switched off and…” He clenched his jaw, then looked away again. “I’m not one hundred percent clear on what it involves, but I don’t think it’s… it shouldn’t change that much.” Teddy shifted on his elbows. “It’ll change some stuff though. Merlin, I was supposed to be looking after you, James, not—”
James wrapped an arm around Teddy’s shoulder and pulled him back down before he could start apologising again. He suppressed a wave of anxiety that washed over him at the word change, and instead nestled Teddy’s face back into the crook of his neck.
“Hey, don’t worry, it’s not... It’s not that bad. We’ll sort it out,” he finished tepidly. “Plus I’m... pretty certain I told you to do it. So. Share the blame, huh?”
“Come on, James. You had no idea what you were saying though, did you?”
James shrugged and Teddy peered up at him, trying to read his expression.
“James, are you… ok, with this?”
James stalled. He was actually at a bit of a loss as to how he did in fact feel about it. He felt floaty, and warm, and safe. He felt like the way he’d acted earlier was now making a little more sense—baring his neck, pushing himself onto Teddy’s knot like his life depended on it. Urging him to bite him. He might not have known what he was doing, but he also couldn’t deny that he must have been, on some animal level, absolutely aware.
Above all that, though, he felt like he might possibly not be ok with this when he was himself again. A bond sounded rather… life-changing, and a bit permanent, and like something he might need to think about when the endorphins wore off. James wasn't a big fan of life-changing and permanent; he got his fill of that at sixteen. But Teddy currently looked like the only thing stopping him from throwing himself off the roof was the fact that they were physically stuck together, and James really wasn’t having that.
“Um.” He shrugged again, and smiled dopily. “We can talk about it later, ok? I’m not really very sensible right now.” He rubbed his eyes. “Like, really not sensible. I feel… like that time I accidentally drank a full bottle of concentrated Cheering Solution instead of just the thimbleful. I'm all numb and floaty. And stupid. It makes no sense at all,” James said softly, wonderingly.
Teddy laughed, a low rumble. He smiled at James, then squinted as he thought. “I guess it sort of does make sense. I mean you're stuck here with a small Quaffle lodged up your arse. I think the sudden case of warm and fuzzies is meant to stop you from panicking too much and… I don’t know. Hurting yourself. Or me, actually,” Teddy made a face.
“I guess so.” James petted his hair and grinned at the ceiling, feeling entirely disconnected from everything. “What about you, then? You don’t seem that affected.” He asked. Teddy shrugged, snorting a laugh.
“Because I need to protect you from predators or wandering into oncoming traffic, I guess. I don’t know, James, I’m no expert at this. My field is Magical Trauma and Emergency Response. We don’t see a lot of this.” He rubbed his nose against James’s neck again. “I mean I do… I can sort of feel something. Just doesn’t feel that different to how I normally feel, I guess.” He swallowed and looked away. “Well. Except for the giant, inconvenient erection.”
James smiled softly, happily. “No, that’s usually there, Ted.” Teddy pinched his side, gently, and James smiled harder, feeling even giddier somehow. He wanted to laugh again. Teddy regarded him seriously.
“I’ll look up what the bond involves as soon as I can, James,” He said earnestly. “And you should definitely sleep while I do that. I think the heat will end now. I think this is… I think this will end it.” Teddy shook his head slightly. “I can't believe any of this is happening. I was not prepared for this. I shouldn’t have…” He broke off and tried to smile. It didn’t really work. “Still, I guess it's not that bad. I mean, with the whole Quaffle and arse marriage bit. Least it’s me you’re stuck with, right? Better than some stranger,” He joked, but it didn’t so much land as teeter on its heels, then crash to the ground with a soft, echoing thud.
James widened his eyes, trying to keep his face very blank. Teddy dropped his own back onto James’s chest.
“Fuck. James. On a scale of one to ten, how horrified by all of this are you right now?” Teddy asked his armpit.
James squeaked in reply. His face was starting to go red.
“James?”
James tried to answer. He really did. But whatever they’d just done (knotted, bonded, married genitals, Merlin knows what else) was making him feel as high as a kite and the accumulation of the night’s madness was finally getting the better of him. He bit the inside of his cheek and screwed his face up, but to no avail—silent giggles shook his shoulders and then burst out of him in an unattractive snort and a gust of near hysterical laughter.
Teddy looked up at him in confusion, but James couldn't catch his breath enough to explain. He snorted again loudly, sides hurting. Teddy shook his head.
“Ok, so not horrified. Just insane...”
“S—s-sorry, T-Ted,” James choked out, vibrating with laughter. “G-gimme a min—a min—oh fuck.”
“Oh no, take your time, Jamie. You’re being very supportive and mature, I appreciate the sensitive way you’re handling this.” Teddy deadpanned, the corners of his mouth twitching up into a bemused smile.
James laughed harder. He was shaking the bed.
He wrapped his arms around Teddy’s shoulders and waited for the laughter to subside, but it wouldn’t. It rolled out of him uncontrollably. The movement jostled Teddy inside him, the knot still swollen and deep, and that just made him laugh more. Teddy determinedly tipped them both onto their sides.
“Hold still, you lunatic,” he mumbled, rearranging their limbs into something more manageable given the awkward angle, unsure about where to put James’s right leg. Satisfied, he summoned his wand and cast a cleaning charm to get rid off the mess James had made of their stomachs.
“Merlin. Maybe I have fucked your brain out,” Teddy groused, but with little bite behind it.
James hiccupped one last laugh. Teddy watched him, frowning gently.
“S-sorry,” James stuttered. “It’s all just… a bit much.”
“No fucking kidding,” Teddy said blandly. James laughed again softly, once, which turned into a huge yawn.
“Alright, kid. Go to sleep now,” Teddy grumbled.
“Bossy,” James murmured sleepily, grinning. “This another alpha thing?” James let himself be pulled back against Teddy, who wrapped him up in his arms, laughing softly.
“Sure, whatever. Now go the fuck to sleep and don’t make me pull rank again.” He kissed James softly, the angle evening out the slight height difference between. “We can talk in the morning.”
James hummed, allowing himself to feel how tired he was. He blinked slowly, limbs cement heavy. He drifted off to sleep, wondering vaguely how this would all feel in the light of day.
And not entirely looking forward to it.
GO TO PART 3
