#matticus

She was curled up on the sofa, cuddling Amythest quietly, as the pack lay around, full after their meal. There was a knock on the open door, and Atti poked his head in. He made his way over to her, smiling.

"Hey, Marie."

"Atti! What, um... what are you doing here?" She mumbled. "Sorry, 'm sleepy. We just ate. So much."

He smiled, and sat next to her. She hesitated for a moment, looking up at him, and he patted his lap. "It's okay."

She smiled happily, and shifted her head into his lap, shutting her eyes. 

"You still have the wolf!"

"Mhm. I have her with me always when it's... when we're sleeping and after dinner when we're tired and stuff. So no-one steals her, y'know?"

"I'm glad you like her."

She dozed in his lap for a moment, and then shivered lightly as she felt his hand in her hair. It was just stroking, idly, like he probably stroked Osiris.

"So, um... howcome you're here?"

"Just thought I'd come say hi. I didn't want to disturb your meal though."

She laughed. "Yeah, we're messy eaters, it's not um... The nicest thing to watch."

"I'm not squeamish! I don't... I'm not scared of blood, I just... I don't mind it." He muttered, defensively, and she giggled quietly. 

"Marie?" Thane called, and she peered up, the room changing subtly. She realised Atti had never been there. "Can you come help me with this boar?"

"Marie?"

"Don't come in the house!" The young blonde werewolf came flying out of the door, throwing her arms around him, and hugged him as he blinked at her. 

"Uhhh... Why?"

"Ummm. Because. I kind of made a tiny bit of mess. And I'm totally cleaning it up! But I didn't realise you'd be home now. But you totally don't need to worry! Everything is absolutely under control!" 

"...Right." He narrowed his eyes at her, faintly, and she grinned angelically, still clinging to him. "Maybe I should see exactly how much of a mess you have made."

"Nooooo!"

She clung to him, wrapping her legs around his waist, attempting to cover his eyes, and he laughed, pulling her hands away, and looked around.

There was blood everywhere. She blushed faintly, and he gasped. "Marie!" She squeaked. 

"I'm sorry! I was just... um... having a snack. But she ran around a bit first, and kind of.. made a mess. But I was cleaning it, look!" She pointed at the mop and washing up bowl in the corner, and he chuckled. 

Taking out his wand, he flicked it around the room, and the carpet and sofa returned to their previous beige. Marie cautiously peered around, lifting her face from his shoulder, and then beamed, kissing him. "Oh, Atti!" He grinned. 

"Filthy mutt! You're only here because you sucked Rosier's dick!"

"Halfblood scum!"

She saw him snap, his shoulders levelling, spine straightening, and bit her lip. The spells flashed from his wand almost before he spoke.

"Crucio! Crucio! Crucio!" He laughed, cruelly, revelling in the words, rolling the R, and his tormenters fell to the floor, new recruits who thought they could get away with anything because of their clean blood. 

Unfortunately for them, this wasn't the Atticus of a few years ago. He'd proven himself over, and he wasn't about to let the newbies forget it. 

"Scum? Is that what you think I am? Let me tell you, this, actions speak a hell of a lot louder than words. What have you done? You're what, sixteen? What have you done, that makes you so special that I shouldn't kill you here and now?" They couldn't respond, they were screaming, and writhing, even the ones that were recovering. "Or, how about, you kill him? Imperio." 

His face was cruel, and she stepped into the circle, barefoot, and grinning, watching as the boy marched over to his peer, pressed his wand to his head, and killed him, just like that.

"And how about you? And you? Do you want to die? Do you? Well-"

Marie skipped around in front of him, and pressed her lips to his, as it started to rain. There was silence, apart from the whimpers of the youngsters on the ground around them. 

"You'll get in trouble if you kill them all, kitten." She whispered, her eyes meeting his, and he grinned. 

"I suppose I will." He chuckled, and picked her up, as she wrapped her legs around his waist, growling. "Well, well, you're normally the one getting me into trouble."

She laughed, the people around them forgotten. "I didn't say I wasn't going to get you into trouble. But if we're massacring people, I wanna play, too."

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.

someone actually made a montage parody game

Well, yeah. Then, I'd get a chance to get close to him, right? And then... well. I'd use my natural assets. Say it was a slip of the teeth. I just got overexcited, that's all.