Prompt: Fenrir wakes up in bed with Atticus.
Atticus shifted, his head on his shoulder, and muttered, his eyes fluttering open. "No, Amycus.."
"Well, Tenderfoot, I am hurt." He chuckled.
He'd never seen the boy move so fast. Atti shot out of bed, staggering and falling over his own underpants, wrapped around his ankles. He covered himself, his eyes wide, staring at Fenrir.
"And after I've had the best orgasm of my life, too."
"Wh- I- We didn't do... anything! We didn't! We were... fighting! Fighting! I don't want to... shag you!"
"That's not what you were saying last night."
Atticus couldn't possibly have turned any redder. "No! We... We didn't! I wouldn't... I mean, you're Fenrir."
"Mmm, now that's more familiar." Atticus pulled his pants up, searching frantically for his clothes.
"My... my wand, where did I-"
"It's in the sink, so you didn't forget to wash it."
"What? Why would I need to-" Fenrir was enjoying experiencing the scales of colour the boy's face could turn. Now he was almost parchment-white.
"Hey, it was your idea. A damn good one, too, watching you give your mouth something better to do than lecture me while I-"
"Stop!"
"Are you tormenting my kitten?" Marie appeared in the doorway, and Fenrir laughed. "You said you would be nice!" For once, he actually seemed happy to see her, and she hugged him, before pressing a kiss to his cheek. "He's messing with you, you got hurt, so he brought you back, and we looked after you, and then you slept upstairs. I kept watch, you're totally fine.
"You're no fun, Marie."
She shot him a look, and then pushed Atti out of the room. "Cmon, let's go find your clothes."
It certainly had been an interesting end to a raid. Atti had been determined and focused, and Fenrir had been impressed. Then, right at the end, he'd been hit with a stunner, by some kid who staggered out of a smashed shop storefront, and then collapsed. Fenrir had wandered over, and stomped on his head, before returning to pick Atti up.
He'd taken him back to the pack, where Marie had looked after him, until it was time for her to partol. He'd carried the lad upstairs, pulling his coat and boots off, and stuck him in bed.
Then, he'd decided to have a little fun. After all, what was life without a little messing around?