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AN: Written for the September 1, 2008  bbtp_challenge on Insane Journal. Some references are made to prior events in their relationship, but an explanation of those events isn’t really necessary to understand this part of their story. Draco is Voldemort’s second in command in this universe. Harry is an Auror. I would say they are about 22-25 years old here, and the war with Voldemort is at a stalemate. HBP and DH did not happen.

AN2: For an idea of what went on between Harry and Draco in the Room of Requirement, you can check out my fic from last year’s BBTP, A Fine Line.


~*~

Draco slowly moved his cock into the man beneath him, but not because he wanted to avoid inflicting pain. Quite the contrary - Draco enjoyed hurting the other man, even more so now after finding out the man was cheating on him.

No, Draco moved slowly to prove a point. Draco was the one in control of things. He was the master in this relationship. The body beneath him was his, and only his, to fuck whenever he pleased. No one, no one, had the right to touch what was Draco’s, and he was going to make sure that the man didn't forget it, not ever again.

Draco finished pushing the rest of the way in, the possession complete, then leaned forward, covering the body of his lover and inhaling the scent of freshly washed hair. The man lay on his stomach, his arms bound to the wrought iron spindle of the headboard. Face turned to the side, the man’s breath came in shallow pants. His eyes were shut tight, but a stray tear escaped and worked its way down his face. His lover’s skin had a light sheen of sweat all over, even though the room was cool. Draco thought the man was beautiful, raw desire and pain radiating off him in waves.

"Damn you, Draco, move already!" the man cried out, his body trembling in need – or fear.

"I don't think so, love, not yet,” Draco said, licking the shell of the man’s ear, then teasingly biting at the tender lobe. “And don’t even think about coming, until I give you permission," he added. “You’re well aware that the only castration curses I know are the ones that are designed to produce the most pain. I’m sure you want to avoid my having to use one of those on you as punishment for coming too soon, don’t you?” Draco asked, his voice mocking but with a hint of seriousness in the tone.

The man pushed his hips back against Draco, but as he did so, Draco reached around the front of the man, grabbing and squeezing down hard around his balls. It was a heady feeling, knowing how much torment Draco could cause, just by applying the right amount of pressure to the most vulnerable spot of his body.

"We'll have none of that right now, Harry, not until you explain yourself. That is, if you can."

Harry hissed at the pain and stilled. Draco relaxed his hold but didn't let go, continuing to cup Harry’s balls, rolling them around and enjoying how wondrously pliant and heavy they felt in his hand.

"You're crazy, Draco. You don't come around for six months, you don't send word to me that you're even alive! I got lonely. It didn't mean anything. I never told you I wouldn't see anyone else. It’s not as if we have a real relationship. I know I’m just a fuck toy to you."

Draco's hand squeezed tight again, evoking another sharp hiss. Oh, how Draco loved that sound!

Harry reflexively tugged on his bonds, trying to move away from the hand causing the pain. Small drops of blood began to drip from Harry’s wrists where the cords were cutting into the sensitive skin.

"You are confused, love," Draco said in a low, menacing voice. "I don't care how much time goes by. You are mine, dear Harry. You belong to me, and no one else. You keep making the mistake of thinking of me as that petty criminal you helped escape from the Ministry, instead of remembering who and what I really am. Once you learned I'd taken my father's place at Voldemort's side, you had every opportunity to walk away, and you chose not to. It was your decision to enter into this, relationship, and you did so with the understanding that there’d be no turning back. Now, you must pay the price for your betrayal."

Draco let go of Harry's balls and moved his hand over the hard length of Harry’s cock, causing Harry to shudder. Taking the end of his fingernail, Draco slowly brought it over the slit, slightly digging in before moving it in a languid, circular motion around the head. "No real relationship, Harry? Is this real enough for you?" he asked, biting down hard on the tender spot on Harry's neck where it joined the shoulder. Harry couldn't stifle a loud gasp as the pain of Draco's teeth made his prick twitch and his hole clench reflexively around Draco’s cock.

"When you thought I was simply selling illegal potions on the black market, you felt guilty about what the Aurors were doing to me after my arrest, during those so called interrogations. After my escape, when you found out what I really do, what my rank is, you understood what was at stake. Yet you still sought me out, knowing that I would more than likely take you straight to Voldemort.

"But that’s exactly why you did it, isn’t it? Because of the danger, because of the unknown. That's what really turns you on, what gets your blood pumping and makes your cock hard." Draco gave Harry's prick another squeeze to prove his point. "You've lived in a constant state of alertness, your life always on the line, your adrenaline always high. You can't enjoy life any other way now.

"That's why you want me, Harry, why you need me, why you can’t stay away from me no matter how much you try. The high you get, knowing that each time you see me, it may be the time I finally decide to take you to him, if you fail to satisfy me. I have your life in my hands each and every time you come to me."

"Draco, please…now, fuck me now! Quit torturing me…."

Ignoring Harry's plea, Draco continued his taunting. "You want to be fucked by a stranger, Harry? Voldemort has a whole roomful of masked strangers who'd be more than willing to accommodate you. Would you like that, to have all those cocks taking their turn fucking you, pounding into you one after the other after the other? One could be fucking your arse while another fucks your mouth, filling you with come until it's pouring back down your thighs and your stomach's bloated with it."

As he talked, Draco continued to harshly stroke Harry’s cock, feeling it throb in his hand, using Harry's precome to ease the slide.  

"But you know why I don't take you to him? Because you are mine, Harry, and I don't share. And if I don't share you with Voldemort and the other Death Eaters, why would you think I'd share you with some nameless Muggle?"

"I'm sorry, Draco…. Please,…it won't happen again. Just move, please…. Do anything, but please, let me come! It hurts so bad. I need to come…."

Draco moved up off of Harry's back, pulling all the way out until only the tip of his cock remained in Harry’s arse. He loved the look and the feel of being partially inside Harry like this, Harry’s anus stretching hot and tight around him.

Roughly, Draco slammed back in. Harry cried out at the sudden pain, but at the same time lifted his hips up to meet Draco's thrusts.

"Like this, Harry, is this what you want?"

"Gods, yes Draco. Don't stop, please…. I've missed you, missed this,…so much."

Draco thrust in and out several more times before getting himself back under control.

"I think you're getting away with your little indiscretion a bit too easily, love. I’m not in a very forgiving mood right now, although it was kind of hot watching that Muggle fuck you. But you need to learn a lesson."

Draco pulled harshly out, then rose from the bed, leaving Harry aching with need.

"Damn you, Draco! I said I was sorry. It didn't mean anything. It was just a one-off. It's the only time I've ever been with anyone else since we started up. I can't change what I did. What do you want from me?" Frustration and panic were evident in Harry's voice.

Harry turned his head and watched as Draco walked over to the chair where he'd neatly laid his clothes. Finding his trousers, Draco removed the black leather belt from the loops. Folding it in half, Draco made his way back over to Harry.

"Get on your knees, Harry," Draco commanded.

~*~

Draco was angry - very, very angry - and that scared Harry. Being on the receiving end of Draco’s hatred was much different than being the cause of Draco’s anger. Harry was well aware of what Draco could do when Draco became incensed. An angry Draco meant an unpredictable Draco, a Draco who could do something new, something exciting, something terrifying. Draco was right; the unknown was exactly why Harry needed Draco and took the chances that he did.

Harry had been careless, though. It was stupid, really, especially when Harry had suspected Draco was following him. Harry should have known better. Even when Draco wasn't around, Harry always had the feeling that Draco somehow knew where he was and what he was doing, and who he was with.

At first, after Draco’s escape, Harry had had himself checked by the Aurors several times a month for tracking spells, but they had never found anything. Harry finally concluded that he was just being paranoid. Now, though, Harry was sure Draco had been keeping watch over him. He just didn't know how Draco was doing it. It was no coincidence that Draco would have just happened to seek Harry out on the same exact night that Harry had gone to a Muggle club and picked someone up. And of course Draco didn't bother to stop them before the stranger had fucked Harry, twice no less - the Muggle was definitely talented, with a wicked mouth too. It was so typical of Draco and the way he worked, to let Harry incriminate himself. At least Harry hadn't been so stupid as to deny it.

Once the Muggle had left, Harry had proceeded to take a long, hot shower, reliving the events of the prior few hours. Harry had been shocked when he walked out of the bathroom and saw Draco lying half-naked on the bed, wearing only his trousers, and twirling his wand in his hand. It had taken everything that Harry had to not fall to his knees in supplication, right there and then, he was so weak with fear as it coursed through his body. Harry could only stand there, frozen in terror, as Draco stopped playing with the wand and smiled, slowly pointing it at him. Harry just knew, knew, the next word out of Draco's mouth would be Crucio.

Keeping the wand pointed at Harry, Draco had gotten up off the bed and slowly walked toward him, placing the tip against Harry's chest, directly over his heart. Harry couldn't stand the anticipation any longer and had to close his eyes, waiting for the pain.

Instead, Draco moved the wand up to the dip in Harry's throat, then to underneath his chin, around the side of his jaw, finally to rest on Harry's bottom lip. Still with eyes closed, Harry knew the unspoken command without seeing Draco's face, and pulled the wand into his mouth, sucking on it as if it were Draco himself.

Barely above a whisper, Draco’s breath ghosted over Harry's ear, "You've been naughty, love, and not in a good way, either."

Harry's knees gave way that time, but not before Draco's arm wrapped around Harry’s waist to keep him from falling. Pulling Harry's body against him, Harry knew Draco couldn't help but notice how hard he was, even through the fear.

"Now Harry, what's wrong? Why are you so frightened of me? I'm not going to do anything to you that you don't deserve. Come now, over to the bed with you."

And that's how Harry found himself here, wrists bound with magical cords to the headboard, being teased mercilessly for what seemed like hours, but which only could have been thirty minutes or so.

"Get on your knees, Harry," Draco had commanded.

Harry knew he didn't have much choice at this point. He couldn't break the bonds Draco had used. He was trapped, and scared, and hard beyond belief. He'd never been so turned on by anything Draco had done to him before.

Pulling the lower half of his body up so he was on his knees left Harry feeling open and exposed, so very vulnerable. Pressing his forehead down onto the bed, Harry tried to calm himself, hoping that Draco wouldn't be too vicious with his strikes; then again, he hoped that Draco would.

Harry felt the leather tap lightly against the back of his legs as Draco said in a calm voice, "Apart…a little further apart. Oh yes, Harry, that's much better. I want a clear view of everything you have, love, of everything that filthy Muggle touched, of every part of you that I plan to punish."

Harry spread his knees even further, and couldn't hold back his trembling as Draco took the belt and caressed the inside of Harry's thighs, the touch so light as to be almost a tickle. Moving the leather to Harry's cheeks, Draco used a bit more force to prod the belt into Harry’s cleft, teasing Harry's entrance with a small up and down motion. Pulling the belt back out, Draco moved it down Harry's arse, then reached between Harry's legs to the front and looped it around Harry's balls, giving them a slight tug.

~*~

Draco admired Harry's courage in readying himself for his punishment. He’d been expecting more of a protest, but Harry had to know it would be futile to try and get out of it. Draco relished the terror his words and actions were causing in Harry, and Draco hadn't even taken one swing yet. He loved being able to bring Harry to tears, and causing this type of response from Harry made Draco feel like a god.

"You know I have every right to do this. Even if we never put it into words, you know better than to play with fire and not expect to be burned."

Lightly brushing Harry's upturned arse with his fingertip caused Harry's whole body to shiver, obviously prepared for a much harsher touch. Then with one swift move, Draco brought the belt down savagely across Harry's backside, a sharp crack echoing through the room. Harry grunted and moved slightly forward, but otherwise made no noise.

"Breathe, Harry, remember to breathe, alright?"

Harry didn't say anything, but nodded his head to show Draco that he'd heard.

A red welt began to form. Draco couldn't resist rubbing his palm over it, eliciting a low moan from Harry. He had no doubt, as painful as it might be, that it was turning Harry on as much as it was Draco. One glance at Harry's dripping erection confirmed Draco's suspicions.

Draco delivered the next two strikes quickly and with power. Harry's body began to shake as his moans turned into sobs. Draco was used to performing many different acts of cruelty and torture against Muggles and wizards alike, but nothing had ever aroused him the way Harry's quiet cries did at this moment.

The next blow almost caused Harry to collapse, but he managed to steady himself and stay on his knees. Draco wasn't sure how many more Harry could take, his shoulders shaking as his tears began flowing freely. Draco grabbed his own cock with his free hand, and at the same time with the next strike, gave himself two hard pulls, coming with a loud shout.

Draco fell to his knees on the bed, riding out the orgasm and milking himself until nothing was left. Harry still hadn't moved, although his tears continued more quietly. As Draco began to recover, he looked over the results of his work, at the red angry welts and dark bruising now forming on Harry's arse. He rubbed his hand over the marks, gently caressing each cheek; the marks felt hot under his palm.

"You're doing good, Harry. I’m proud of you for taking it so well. You won't ever forget who this arse belongs to, will you?" he asked, as he continued moving his hand over Harry's flushed skin.

"I won't forget, Draco. I promise,…please…." Harry's voice was deep and husky from his crying, and Draco found himself already getting hard again, the sound of Harry’s pleading fueling Draco’s libido.

"You also need to remember, dear, your cock belongs to me too." As he spoke, Draco grabbed Harry's erection with his come-moistened hand and began massaging it up and down.

Harry started to whimper and beg pathetically with each torturous pull. "God, Draco, please,…no more. I can't take it. Please, please let me come. I can't last anymore if you keep doing that."

"Almost, Harry, but not yet. I want you to turn over and lay on your back for me." Releasing Harry's cock, Draco took his wand and loosened the ropes around Harry's wrists enough so that Harry could roll over, then tightened them back up to ensure Harry could not slip out from them. Harry's eyes were shut again, and though Draco could feel Harry’s fear permeating the air, the anticipation of what was going to happen next hadn't dampened Harry's erection in the slightest.

Picking the belt back up, Draco repeated what he'd first done while Harry had been on his knees, touching the inside of Harry's thighs and ordering, "Apart, Harry. Move your legs apart. I want you to open for me, as wide as you can. I want to see that pretty cock of yours and those beautiful balls that you let that Muggle dirty with his touch." As Draco spoke, Harry slowly spread his legs out further, bending slightly at the knees, then letting his legs fall back to the bed as he whispered, "No, please…."

Moving the belt to Harry's stomach, Draco began a slow, downward path, following the dark line of hair until he reached the base of Harry's cock. Moving to touch his balls first, Draco trailed the leather back up along the length of Harry's erection until he reached the head, finally tapping lightly against the leaking and wet tip.

"You know I have to do this, Harry. You betrayed me. Did you not think there would be consequences? Or did you think you'd be able to hide it from me? No, you had to know I'd find out. You could never hide anything from me, you're such a terrible Occlumens. Well, no matter - you are never going to forget who your cock really belongs to…."

~*~

One of the things they put Aurors through in their training was dealing with different types pain they would have to face if caught and tortured by Death Eaters. It was usually at that point in the program that the majority of trainees dropped out. Harry had been able to handle most of it - after all, he'd suffered the Cruciatus at the hand of Voldemort himself - and although he'd only ever admitted it to Draco, much of it he'd even gotten off on. But the one thing that they all had a problem with was genital torture. Mercifully, they didn't have to endure much of it. It was a type of pain Harry did not respond positively too, and the thought that Draco planned to use the belt on him there gave him a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. He could no longer control the shaking of his body nor surppress the sound of a sob.

Harry had thought he could take anything, that he was a match for Draco’s sadistic nature. Until now, it had always been true. All the beatings and whippings, all the biting and cutting and bleeding - he had enjoyed receiving as much as Draco had enjoyed giving. But today was different. Draco was different. Harry had broken an unspoken rule. Harry had hurt Draco, and that was not how the game was played.

Feeling the leather move away, Harry prepared for the worst. His pride deserting him, he could no longer keep himself under control. He'd take it if he had to - he didn't have a choice, he knew - but if begging could convince Draco to stop, he’d beg and plead and humiliate himself as much as necessary in order to avoid the gut-wrenching pain that was coming.

"Please, Draco…please, don't do this," he choked out. "Please… I belong to you, I know that. I'll do anything for you, anything you want, to prove I belong to you. My arse, my cock…my heart and my soul…they’re yours. I know you have the right, but please. If I ever meant anything to you, if only as a good fuck, please, don't do this. Hurt me any other way, just not like this." Tears welled up again in Harry's eyes as he begged for forgiveness. It was hopeless, though. Harry had never seen a look as cold and blank on Draco’s face.

~*~

Draco always enjoyed having Harry helpless and at his mercy as much as he knew that Harry loved the feeling of being vulnerable, of surrendering himself up to a man who hated him and wanted to hurt him. They both understood that what they had together was unique. They complemented each other with their special needs and desires.

Harry craved pain as a way to remind himself that he could still feel something, that all the death and destruction caused by the lingering war had not turned him into an uncaring bastard. Draco wanted to inflict pain because it gave him the sense of power that he’d lacked while he was growing up in the Malfoy household. It was a bonus that the receiver of that pain happened to be the boy Draco had hated for so many years in school. At Hogwarts, Draco had had endless fantasies of how he could extact revenge on the Golden Boy, from brutally raping Harry to branding the Malfoy crest on Harry's groin, to licking the blood oozing from cuts as Draco drew a blade against Harry's throat.

It had been chance, or luck, or the gods, that had brought them together in seventh year. Draco hadn’t been looking forward to returning to Malfoy Manor when term finished, knowing his beloved father would no longer be there. His father was in Azkabahn, having been sent there at the end of Draco’s fifth year after the break-in at the Ministry of Magic. Draco had been furious with Potter, and held him responsible for Lucius’ capture. For two years, Draco had made plans for Potter, and on the second anniversary of the Ministry fiasco, Draco had gone to the Room of Requirement to play out one of his fantasies of retribution.

The Room had provided him with a replica of the Malfoy dungeons, complete with the different restraints and implements of punishment. Draco had always loved the riding crop the best. He’d been practicing with it since first year, when Potter had snubbed Draco’s offer of friendship. The crop was easy for Draco to handle when he’d been small, and as he grew, he became more adept at wielding it.

Draco had conjured a dummy to look like Potter, complete with glasses and scar, and had it hanging from the manacles chained to the ceiling. It had felt good to be taking his frustrations out, even if only on an effigy. Draco had spelled it to emit blotches of red, emulating blood, when the crop landed against it in just the right way.

No one had ever been able to get into the Room while Draco had it in use, but for whatever reason, that night, Potter had been able to enter. Draco hadn’t realized, at first, who it was, and quickly spelled the Room dark. Once he recognized Potter’s face, lit by the glow emanating from the end of Potter’s wand, Draco took action. Stunning Potter, Draco efficiently stripped the boy naked and had him secured in the manacles within a few minutes. Heart pounding, wondering about the sanity of his behaviour, Draco decided that when he’d finished, he would Obliviate Potter and send him on his way. Draco still remembered how he’d smirked to himself, imagining what Potter would think the next morning when he’d awake, sore, bruised, and beaten, and have no idea how it had come about.

Several hours, and orgasms later, Draco and Harry had forged a bond based on mutual needs. It was years later, though, before they’d relive that night spent in the Room of Requirement, and they hadn’t stopped meeting with each other since.

That is, until six months ago, when Draco had dropped out of sight.

Draco supposed he couldn’t exactly hold Harry responsible for having a wandering arse, searching out someone else to meet his needs. And Draco hadn’t been spying on Harry – not really. Harry had been the one to give him the Invisibility Cloak that night when Draco had escaped from the Ministry. Draco had only started following Harry because…well, loathe as he was to admit it – he missed Harry. The reason he’d left in the first place was to put some distance between them. Draco had begun to have strange feelings for Harry, feelings of compassion rather than hate, and he couldn't quite understand where they were coming from. So he left.

When Draco had watched that Muggle fucking Harry, his Harry, though, the old desire for retribution flowed to the surface, spewing forth like hot lava from an erupting volcano. It took every ounce of self-control to not throw off Harry’s Invisibility Cloak and hex them both with his favorite penectomy curse!

But as much as the desire for revenge welled up from the depths of his soul, Draco found, now, that he couldn't swing the belt down onto Harry's wayward cock. He couldn’t hurt Harry like that, not when the impending pain so obviously terrified the man.

Instead, Draco released the belt, letting it fall to the floor with a dull thud. Climbing onto the bed, he positioned himself between Harrys splayed legs, his cock pressed up against Harry’s hole. Harry looked at him in disbelief, and swallowed hard, unable to suppress his shout as Draco thrust harshly in once again.

Harry arched his back, and wrapping his legs around Draco, pulled him in close and deep. Draco fisted a hand around Harry’s erection, then began stroking it with the same rhythm as his fucking. With the other hand, Draco latched onto Harry’s nipple and twisted it hard, making Harry scream out at the new pain.

“Don’t ever,” thrust “let anyone,” thrust “touch you again!” Draco said angrily. “You are,” thrust “mine!”

“Yes…yours, only yours...” Harry cried brokenly, tears now streaming down his face. “Please …come…please…” was all that Harry could manage to say now.

Draco could stand no more, and feeling his own balls begin to draw up, finally took pity and gave the command. “Come, Harry, come for me now.”

At the words, Harry’s hips bucked upwards, his cock pulsing his seed out, white and sticky over Draco’s hand and stomach. The clenching feel of Harry's arse muscle around Draco's cock quickly brought Draco to orgasm within seconds after Harry's began.

Once Draco was spent, he pulled out and fell to Harry's side. Harry continued to sob, but softer now as he began to recover. Draco reached up and released the cords from around Harry's wrists, then pulled Harry into a kiss, invading and claiming Harry's mouth with his own.

"I won't let anyone else have you, Harry. Do you understand?" Draco whispered, nuzzling into Harry's neck. Harry could only nod his head, already starting to doze. Draco placed a gentle kiss on the top of Harry's head.

~*~

Draco continued to hold Harry until he was sure Harry had fallen asleep. Carefully reaching over to the bedside table so as not to disturb Harry, Draco picked up the silver ring that he'd placed there when Harry had gone to shower ealier that evening. Draco could feel it hum with the magic it retained from the wandless spell Draco had cast when he and Harry had orgasmed together.

The ring had been in the Malfoy family for generations. Draco was in possession of it because his father had taken a female for a bond mate rather than a male, so had no use for it. Having Harry bound to him with a chastity ring and servitude spell had never been a part of his fantasies, but after having to watch that filthy Muggle fuck his Harry, and how much Harry had liked it, Draco knew he had to find a way to ensure that Harry would never stray again. When the Muggle had left and Harry went to shower, Draco had taken the opportunity to Apparate to the Manor and retrieve the ring.

Draco reverently placed the ring over Harry's flacid cock, then quietly spoke the incantation. The ring glowed with magic as it resized itself to fit snugly around the base of Harry's penis. If Harry had not given his consent, had not spoken the words during their coupling that he belonged to Draco, the magic would not have taken. Harry was now bound to him, forever, and Draco would no longer have to worry about Harry leaving him for another. The ring could not be removed, and the only way that Harry would be able to come now was if Draco granted him permission.

Harry was sure to be upset when he woke, but he only had himself to blame. He should have known better than to cheat, and then to surrender himself body and soul to make up for it, especially to a Slytherin. And if Harry protested too much, Draco thought with a smirk, the belt was still within easy reach on the floor. Maybe Draco would Transfigure it into a riding crop for their next go round. It was certainly something to look forward to.

Looking down at Harry, who was still sleeping peacefully, contentment evident on his face, Draco had to wonder if Harry hadn't known exactly what the outcome of his betrayal would be. Harry had certainly spent an inordinate amount of time and Auror resources, desperately searching for Draco when he'd disappeared. By cheating, Harry had gotten Draco back, flushing him out of his self-imposed exile.

The last thought Draco had before he drifted off and joined Harry in sleep was that it felt good to be back.




Fin


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