Kidnapped Mate

Blood quils

Harry kept going back to Grimmauld place every night. It had been months since the kidnapping, and Remus was pretty much as good as before it ever happened, but it had become a habit for the two to sleep together.

Tonight was no different, Harry was set to go back home, but something happened at school, and he was fuming. He had finally run out of patience with Umbridge and had talked back at her, and as a result for that he got detention. That would not have been a problem if the detention didn't consist of him writing lines with a blood quill. His hand hurt due to the deep cuts that spelled "I must not tell lies". How many children had she used this on? This was physical assault! Blood quills had been long banished.

Upon getting home, he didn't feel like eating or talking to anyone. He just stomped upstairs and slammed the door from his room shut. Sirius and Remus both heard that as they were having dinner in the kitchen.

- I guess Harry is home... - Sirius spoke, still looking at the direction of the sound.

- I'll go after him... He's upset with something - Remus was already getting up, his food quickly forgotten.

He got to their room door and knocked on it before opening. He found Harry sitting close to the window. Remus also noticed how the boy had quickly hidden his left hand in his pocket once he entered.

- Are you okay, dear? - the man asked his mate, to that Harry just sighed and shook his head - What happened?

The boy turned to Remus, anger still burned in his eyes, but the older werewolf knew this wasn't directed at him. He approached Harry and gave him a hug. The boy took a few seconds but returned the gesture.

- I didn't know I could hate Umbridge any more than I already did - he blured out.

- What did she do this time?

- I discovered she has been using blood quills in her detentions - Harry had let go of Remus just in time to see his eyes widening.

- But those are prohibited! Does Dumbledore know about this? - the man was shocked - And how did you find out?

- I don't think he does, and as for how I found out... She used it on me.

- WHAT!? - Remus immediately took Harry's left hand from his pocket, his eyes burned with rage when he saw the words carved there.

The boy watched this display with interest, seeing Remus so worried about his well-being just made him want to kiss the man. He didn't have the chance to do that because the older werewolf was already grabbing his wand, and one of the flasks Madam Ponfrey had left with them a while ago. With a simple spell, the cuts got much smaller, but it would still scarr if it was left like that. However, Remus was quick to spread some of the contents of the jar over the injuries. Carefully, he bandaged them afterward. Without feeling pain anymore, Harry felt his lust towards his partner growing. He got up and went after Remus, who was putting the flask back to its place, and hugged him from behind.

- I love it when you take care of me, Remy - he spoke close to the man's neck, a shiver ran through the werewolf's spine as he could hear the lust present in Harry's voice.

- It is my pleasure to do so... - he spoke and turned around, still in Harry's arms.

The boy smiled at him and kissed him passionately, immediately his hands strated to explore Remuse's thin frame and Harry was able to feel that the man was interested. They walked backwards to the bed and once Remuse's legs hit the mattress, Harry gently pushed him back. The man layed down and the boy got on top of him, they kept the deep kisses going and in minutes they could feel each other errections rubbing against one another.