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Freedom Bound in Chains	By : TaintedSensibly Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 58477 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 13
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Harry Potter characters. I did not make money from this story.

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Chapter Warning: Dom/Sub, blood play, punishment

Brothers

Liam opened his eyes to a bedroom flooded with afternoon light, the phone ringing in the kitchen. He staggered naked out of bed and made it before the fourth ring. “Yeah?” he demanded, gruff.

“Boss wants you here. Pronto.”

With a groan, he hung up the phone and made his way back to the bedroom. Pillows were strewn across the floor and his sheets were hanging half off the bed. His head had the same foggy heaviness he felt every time he drank too much. Women's perfume hung in the air, making his nose twitch and his stomach roll. A naked woman with frizzed out blonde hair lay sound asleep, drooling on the last remaining pillow on the bed. He went and shook her shoulder.

“Doll, time for you to go.”

Big brown eyes fluttered open and the woman smiled. Her teeth were crooked, but otherwise she was okay looking. “Morning, handsome,” she purred with a sleep-roughened voice.

Liam almost rolled his eyes. She probably didn't even know his name. “I got work.”

“Oh. Okay.” She sat up, her small breasts swaying as she did, the nipples fat and perky. Alright, she wasn't so bad.

He flashed her a big grin. “Maybe I'll call you. Write your number down for me.”

She giggled. “Sure thing.”

Then they were both up and chasing down her clothes. He gave her a kiss with tongue to remember him by and closed the door on her.

After a quick bowl of cereal, a large cup of coffee, a hot shower, and clean clothes, Liam felt new again. He strode down the steps of his apartment and hit the street. His car was parked half a block down, a nice Lexus. Coffee in hand, he drove toward the higher-end neighborhoods and arrived at John Gotti's place exactly thirty-five minutes after hanging up the phone.

A security guard opened the front gate, allowing Liam to drive through. His tires crunched on gravel and rock as he pulled up to the front door. A maid greeted him, giving Liam a shy smile. He flashed her a charming grin, but he knew better than to make it serious. His boss would have his skin if he started messing with the staff. Gotti was always saying good staff was hard to come by.

“Liam!”

A cheerful call of his name drew his attention to the marble staircase that descended into the entrance area. Angela was a gorgeous dark-haired, dark-eyed woman in her early twenties. She was Gotti's eldest daughter, another girl out of bounds, not that Angela seemed to know it.

Liam gave her a neutral smile and accepted her hug. “How's it going this morning, princess?” he asked, carefully stepping away so no one got the wrong idea.

“Papa's in a mood,” she answered with knowing look. Smart as hell as well as gorgeous, she was a dangerous woman. “The Lucchese.”

Liam tensed as his fists involuntarily clenched shut. The Lucchese. He'd personally asked Gotti to be the one to do the hits when the time was right. Maybe it was time. He stared into Angela's eyes, looking for an answer, but all she said was, “He's waiting for you in the study.”

He nodded and strode toward the left. The house was massive and made of marble, crystal, and hardwood. It cost millions. The study was off a side hallway. It was massive with big windows that looked out on a good-sized yard and garden that was enclosed by tall brick walls covered with dark ivy. The room itself had dark red carpet, an enormous desk, some book cases, a few armchairs, and an old redwood bar.

Gotti was sitting behind his desk in a throne-like chair. He was wearing a black suit, his fleshy face holding a solemn expression. He didn't greet Liam when he walked in like he normally would, so Liam went on alert. He stepped closer and became aware that there was another person in the room.

A child, no older than five or six, was sitting in the padded armchair facing the desk. His sneakered feet dangled, inches from touching the floor. He had dirty, straight blond hair that fell across half his face. A single grey eye stared unblinking back at him. The boy's expression was as stone-faced as Gotti's. His mouth was busted and a bruise peeked out from his hairline at his temple. He was thin and underfed. His clothes looked slept in and dirty.

Liam took a slow breath, knowing exactly who this kid was, but he couldn't let the boss know it.

That grey eye narrowed suspiciously. A pale hand rose and hooked his bangs behind his ear so that the kid could look at him unobstructed. Those cold eyes swept Liam up and down. There was a look of slight confusion on the child's face when the quick examination ended.

“Liam, this is Draco. He says he was there the night the club got hit,” Gotti explained.

Liam came to a stop next to the desk, his hip resting against the edge as he faced the kid. His hands fisted to hide the slight tremble in his fingers.

“My boys called me from the pizza parlor. Kid walked in and demanded to talk to me personally,” Gotti continued, amusement thick in his deep voice. “Was about to get the boot when he claimed bold as day that Brendon O'Shea sent him.”

Liam felt his chest tighten, but managed to say, “Can you tell us what happened?”

They needed to know what happened that night. The Lucchese were claiming it was a hit from another Family that targeted them both. Or that it was Brendon who took out Luongo and died when Luongo's boys retaliated. It was bullshit. All of it. But Gotti couldn't move without proof. Especially now when there were feds everywhere.

“You want to speak with me, you start with this,” Gotti added. He leaned back in his chair, hands folded over his slightly rounded belly, certain that things would go as he wanted it to.

The boy looked back and forth between them before settling on Liam. “It was 'bout nine when I got back to the apartment. Luongo was there with three thugs. Two were in the room, the last came up the stairs at my back. Luongo was on the couch with Brendon. Had a gun to 'is head.”

Draco's voice was low but steady. Liam hadn't been there and he wasn't five years old and yet the story made his heart beat faster and adrenaline surge in his blood. There was not a flicker to show it bothered the kid to talk about the traumatic night. Draco had nerves of steel, but if what Brendon had said was true, then it wasn't all that surprising the kid was tough as nails.

“Said he was there 'cause Brendon stole me. Came to get me back. Called me a schiavo. Had me take my clothes off and beg. Brendon said he didn't steal me. I ran away from Raymond on my own, called 'im a few days later. Finder's keepers. Luongo called 'em an Irish cagna. Thought Brendon acted too big.” Those grey eyes locked onto Liam's. Gravely, he said, “Luongo shot 'im in the head.”

“Fuck,” Liam muttered hotly and slammed his fist down on the desk before turning his back on the kid. “Fuck.”

Gotti cast Liam a hard glance before looking back at the child. “What happened after?”

Liam stared out at the grounds as the boy's voice went on, thinking, If the stupid kid hadn't called Brendon... If he hadn't gotten Brendon involved...

“Luongo took me down to the basement. To play. Then I killed 'em.”

Liam spun around, eyes wide. “What?”

The kid didn't blink. He looked back with a blank expression. “I killed 'em all. Got myself together and went back upstairs. Took a few things and took off.” He shrugged. “Still a kid. Thought I'd see what my options were before making any decisions. Brendon said ta come to Gotti if Luongo came after me.”

The kid was like ice, practical and emotionless, and Liam felt red in the face with rage, but there was something in the kid's eyes when he mentioned Brendon that held his temper at bay. Gotti spoke into the silence.

“How exactly did you kill them?”

Draco's expression grew even more closed off. His hair fell from behind his ear once more, sliding across half the kid's face like a concealing curtain. “You saw.”

Gotti lifted his hand, stopping Liam's forward motion. “We saw, but we'd like some details.”

“You gonna try an' keep me here? You gonna hurt me?” the boy demanded.

“You will stay until we are satisfied,” Gotti answered honestly. “After that, we'll see.”

“You can't keep me here if I don't wanna be here,” Draco promised, and Liam believed him because anger was breaking through the boy's icy composure. The eyes began to look more silver than grey as the kid glared at them. “Why should I tell ya anything? Brendon said to come here. Said you'd help me out.”

“I need to understand what happened,” Liam told the kid, voice rough and hoarse with emotion. “All of it. Or I can't bring the Lucchese to justice. My brother died protecting you. It's the least you can do.”

Draco stared at him, his anger draining away into that cold mask once more. For a long moment they just stared at each other, and then the boy began to speak again.

“I'm good with poison. Real good.” Those silvered-eyes flashed to Gotti for a second before returning to Liam. “Raymond kept me for a year 'til I had enough. Brendon was there to buy. I killed Raymond just like I killed Luongo and the others. Brendon laughed. Called out his name. I hit the streets. Kept to the alleys, but it was cold. I didn't have no clothes. A homeless guy gave me a sweatshirt, but I couldn't make it. Had him help me look for Brendon's name in the phonebook. Called all the Brendon O'Shea's 'til he answered. He picked me up. Tol' me I could stay with 'em if I cleaned the basement. Then that bastard Luongo came. Killed Brendon like I said.” A dark grin stretched the kid's face. “So I killed him. For taking Brendon. For what he did to me. I killed them all.” The grin morphed into a dead-serious expression, and again he looked to Gotti. “That's why ya can't keep me here.”

Gotti steepled his fingers in front of his face. “That a threat?”

The kid shook his head and gave another shrug. “I don't wanna hurt you, but I won't be kept here.” Those eyes shifted back to Liam. It was really starting to bug him that a child that young could look that hard. “I didn't get Brendon killed. If yer really his brother, ya know that. You know what Brendon was. Can't force someone like Brendon to do anything ever.”

Suddenly Liam was laughing, even as a few tears spilled down his cheeks. “Damn straight, kid.” Brendon hadn't been the easiest older brother to have. He'd constantly take it for granted that Liam would follow, and it had led to many acts of rebellion, but Brendon had taken care of him. They'd had the same history; they'd been brothers. “Shit,” he cursed quietly, forcing his emotions under control. Brendon may have told the kid to come to Gotti, but it was really Liam he was sending the boy to. It was just like his brother to boss him around even in death.

“I told ya what ya wan'ed to know. Now let me go,” the boy was saying to Gotti.

“Where's a kid like you going to go?” Gotti responded, amused once more.

“Not yer problem,” the kid answered flatly.

Liam's hand fisted once more. He looked up and met Gotti's eyes. “I want him.”

Gotti met his gaze for a long moment before he looked back to the kid. “In honor of Liam's service to the Family, I will grant you protection as a member of this Family and not as a slave. I hope you appreciate the advantages this will bring you.” The boss's eyes hardened to show the core of strength that made him the leader of a very successful crime Family. “Stay in his custody, Draco, or I will have you hunted down as a slave once more. We clear?”

Liam felt his heart pound. He knew he'd gotten his way only due to three things. One, Gotti had lost his twelve-year-old son to an accident a few years ago and had a soft spot for tough little boys. Two, Liam had saved Gotti's life twice this year as his bodyguard. Three, the kid was a self-pronounced assassin; he might be useful later. After all, who would suspect a kid? So Brendon had gotten his way when he'd sent Draco here, but holy shit what had Liam just gotten himself into? He was only twenty-two years old! He had no idea what to do with a kid, let alone a messed up kid like this one.

Clearing his throat, he moved toward the door. “Come on. I'll take you to my place.”

The boy stared Gotti down for a long moment before scooting to the edge of the chair and dropping to his feet. He followed Liam out of the room and down the hallway without looking back or speaking a word. Liam felt hot under the collar, his palms sweating. They passed through the entrance way and, as soon as it was clear that Liam was heading toward the Lexus, Draco moved toward the front passenger seat.

Liam glanced at the stone-faced kid as he put the car in gear and began to pull away. “You're not gonna stick with me, are you?”

Grey eyes stared at him blankly.

Liam's hands tightened around the steering wheel and he stared out at the road. “Look. I didn't tell Gotti, but my brother told me about you. I know you're like him, so I know you hate being bossed around, but the fact is, you're a kid, and you're gonna need help for at least a few years because the world ain't gonna care that you're a little boss on the inside. They're just gonna see a kid.”

He risked a quick glance. The boy was still watching him unblinking. Liam cleared his throat again. “People might think you're obeying Gotti's order, but we'll know the truth. If you stay, it's cause you want to. We wouldn't be able to find you, and anyone who does, you can ghost with your poisons. You might not get it, but Brendon... He was my brother. I grew up with that hard-ass. He knew I'd understand you at least a little, and he wanted me to help you, so I wanna do that. For him.”

Another glance showed him the kid was looking out the front windshield. He looked thoughtful. Liam pressed on. “I got no clue what to do with a kid. More a love 'em and leave 'em type, not a family man. I'm not gonna boss you around or anything. I'll leave you alone for the most part. I just wanna give you a home base to work from. I mean, there will have'ta be some rules, so we can both live with each other. Hard ones that mean deal breakers on either side, and soft ones that are open to negotiation. How's that sound?”

“And Gotti?” Those grey eyes were on him again, assessing.

“Shit.” Liam leveled with him. He knew lies would equal the kid disappearing. “I work for him. He pays my check, and I'm loyal. It's a good job for a crazy slacker like me. As for you, he heard what you said. He might demand a job or two, but mostly he's gonna leave you alone. Truth is his son was killed a few years back. Frank was just a kid when it happened. He's gonna give you more leeway than you think.”

Draco looked out the window again, not saying whether he was staying or not.

Liam turned on the radio. He figured he'd done the best he could. Whatever the kid decided, it was up to Draco. The drive seemed to take forever and lasted a second at the same time. He found a parking spot and locked up the car. His heart thundered in his chest. He had no idea why he cared so damn much, but it was a huge relief to hear Draco's footsteps behind him. He unlocked the front door to the apartment building and went up three flights of stairs to room 313. He held the door open for the boy.

Draco stepped in, hands shoved in his pockets. He glanced into the kitchen, circled the messy living room, opened the bathroom door, and went into the only bedroom. It was a small place, so it didn't take the boy more than a few minutes to scout the layout. Liam stood by the door, waiting for the kid's final verdict.

Draco came to a stop in front of him. He ran his eyes up and down Liam's body one more time before settling on his eyes. “You have Brendon's eyes,” he said casually.

Liam swallowed and gave a stiff nod. “Yeah.”

“This place ain't big,” the kid continued.

“No,” Liam agreed. “I guess I'll start looking for a two-bedroom. If you stay.”

He'd thought the kid's eyes had gotten as sharp as they could during the meeting with Gotti, but suddenly they were like lasers piercing into Liam's soul. “Brendon told you 'bout me.”

Liam nodded. “Yeah. And I didn't tell Gotti about that or that there was anyone else in the club when everything went down.”

Those grey eyes narrowed. “He told you 'bout just me?”

Liam carefully shook his head. “He told me you were taking care of someone. You've been careful not to mention it, so...”

Draco sighed, sending his long bangs forward on the harsh puff of air. He uncrossed his arms, but he didn't relax completely. “I got a boy,” he confirmed. “He's smaller than me. I left 'em somewhere safe. Didn't know what would happen with Gotti.”

“You want me to take you to get him?” Liam offered.

“He's got nothin' to do with you or Gotti,” Draco demanded, pointing a sharp little finger at Liam's chest. “Clear? That changes and I'm outta here.” His eyes glared hotly. “It's a hard rule.”

Liam suddenly remembered in vivid detail Brendon standing in the entrance of the group home that they'd been sent to and telling the adults and kids alike in a clear and uncompromising voice, Mess with my brother, mess with me. Brendon had been fourteen at the time and Liam only ten. It was a good memory.

“Okay,” he answered firmly. “Hard rule. Got it.”

Draco sighed and seemed to deflate some. For the first time since he laid eyes on the boy, he actually looked like the tired, dirty, lost kid he was. A small fist rubbed at the boy's eyes. “Maybe we should wait 'til dark to get Harry. So no one sees him.” His hand dropped and he looked up at Liam, exhaustion etched on his small features. “I'm thirsty.”

Liam felt his cheeks heat, already feeling like a failure. “Go sit down on the couch. I'll make us something.”

He brought Draco a glass of juice and then went to the kitchen to make quick sandwiches. It would be dark in a couple of hours. They didn't have long to wait. The phone rang just as he was finishing. He glanced at Draco to see the little boy watching him solemnly from the couch. He sat so still and silent, holding the clear glass in both hands, blond hair hooked behind his ears. His face was still busted and dirt smudged. His jacket had been tossed over the arm, and the dark blue sweater he wore fell almost to his fingertips. It made him look even smaller somehow.

Liam looked away as he answered the call. “Hello?”

“How are you settling in?” Gotti asked.

“Fine,” Liam glanced again toward the child sitting in his living room. “No problems.”

“Good.” There was a small pause. “I'm going to give you this week off. Get comfortable with the boy. If at the end you think he'll run, we'll come up with something else. And, Liam, you lose him, you'll take his place as a Gambino schiavo. Capiche?”

“Yeah, I understand.” Liam hung up the phone and met the grey eyes watching him. “Gotti. Saying I lose you, I'll become a slave in your place. Gave me the week off to get you settled.”

Draco looked back toward the tv Liam had switched on, saying nothing.

Liam sighed and brought over the two plates he'd put together. It was going to be a long week.

The sandwiches were eaten in silence and they watched one and a half episodes of Alf before he dared speak up. “So why are you staying?” He didn't look at the kid when he asked, afraid to scare him off from answering.

“Brendon... He never betrayed us. I... I want to trust him.” A short pause. “ 'Sides, I need help at least until the world doesn't see a kid when they look at me.”

As the hours passed, the stillness in Draco disappeared. The boy began to shift his weight, a frown creasing his brow. Liam cast him a look to see the kid rubbing fisted knuckles over his sternum. Caught looking, Draco met his stare head-on.

“Let's go. By the time we get back, it'll be full dark.”

Liam lifted an eyebrow. “Where'd you leave the kid?”

“Central Park.”

“Shit,” Liam cursed as he got up.

They bundled up in their jackets once more and quickly headed downstairs to the car. As they made their way to Manhattan, traffic was normal, that was to say, bad. During the trip Draco glared at the cars in front of them as if he had heat vision and could make them disappear if he tried hard enough. Liam tried to shake it off, but the kid's tension was contagious.

Just under an hour later, he found a good parking place less than a block away. He didn't expect Draco to bolt out of the car the second he put it in park.

“Hey! Wait!”

Cursing like a sailor, Gotti's threats booming through his head, Liam ran after the kid. The dark clothes the boy wore blended seamlessly in with the shadows, but the shock of pale blond hair made Draco easy to spot. He was a quick bastard, though. Liam was in good shape and he still couldn't catch the brat.

They were heading toward the Ravine. The ground became rocky and uneven, and as he chased after Draco, a sound slowly registered. It made the hair along his arms stand on end. At first it sounded like the howl of some animal, but it slowly grew into the wailing screams of a child. But it wasn't normal crying. It was a soul-shattering sound that made him want to run from whatever had caused those horrific screams.

He came skidding across dead leaves and dirt, tumbled down an incline, and almost brained himself on a low hanging tree branch in the dark when the screams abruptly cut off. Momentum kept him moving forward as his eyes slowly adjusted to the dark. He pushed some more tree branches out of his way and came to a small sheltered area surrounded by rocks.

Draco was kneeling on the ground, his arms wrapped around a smaller boy with a head of dark, messy hair. The dark-haired boy was sobbing as if his heart was broken; huge gasping cries, face smeared with tears and snot. Draco spoke to him, his voice urgent but too low to make out the words. His hands pet and stroked the other child as he rained kisses all over the boy's face in between muttered words. Then the boys were making out.

Liam froze, just completely froze. First of all, the kids were young, practically babies! Second, they were both boys! Okay, maybe the boy part didn't matter so much since they were like kindergarten young. They couldn't seriously have those kinds of feelings yet, right?

The kids toppled, Draco on top of the other one. Soft moans could be heard and the soft sucking noises of french kissing. Holy shit! Hands shaking, breathless from his sprint, Liam just stood dumbly and watched.

“Mine,” Draco's voice lifted enough for Liam to hear. “Yer mine, Harry. You gave me everything and I'm not givin' it back.”

“Draco,” the boy underneath the blond whimpered, still distraught. “Draco... shouldn't. Freak, bad... Draco... Draco, why? Cursed, I'm cursed!” The last was a scream of utter grief. “Brendon... blood! Your blood!”

The clouds shifted and Liam suddenly had a clear view of the madness in the younger child's face. The boy's eyes were wide and tormented. It made Liam's chest burn fiercely, but also made him want to run away. He had no idea how to deal with such insanity.

Draco's voice cut through the other boy's sobs like a knife. “It's not yer place ta understand, Harry,” he growled, the cold clarity of his voice hard and dangerous. “Only to trust. Trust in me.”

The boy let loose a keening wail of despair. “Sorry! Sorry Draco sorry so sorry please Draco sorry!”

At first Liam didn't know what he was seeing. All of a sudden the terrible sounds the smaller boy was making were cut off by a gasp. Draco was crouched over the broken kid, his head moving slowly from one place to another. The boy gasped again and arched slightly off the ground. Clouds parted once more and Liam saw crescent teeth marks etched in blood as Draco lift his mouth from the boy's wrist.

Liam began to protest when he noticed the other little boy had gone limp. Tears were still streaking down the kid's face, but there was a look of such wonder there that it made Liam hesitate. Hand, wrist, shoulder, neck, opposite shoulder, wrist, other hand. Left hip, then the right; thighs and ankles. The boy flinched a few times, but otherwise he remained limp and still. The wondrous expression never left his face even when he whimpered or gasped with pain. Each bite drew blood; each would undoubtedly leave bruises.

And then back up to the boy's face. Draco took the boy's lower lip between his teeth and bit down hard. When he finished and lifted up onto all fours, the boy's eyes never left the blond's face. “Yer mine. All of you. Mine.” It was said as a promise, gentle and sweet. “For always.”

“Draco,” the boy sighed, eyes fluttering closed. A smile curled the bitten child's mouth, blood trailing down his chin from his lip.

Draco shifted and sat up, pulling the boy's head gently into his lap where he resumed petting the kid's hair.

Liam knew his mouth was hanging open. There was so much wrong with everything he'd seen that he could hardly absorb it all. It was like a twisted dream that he fully expected to wake up from any minute, but he didn't. Draco continued to sit there complacent and calm as he met Liam's shocked gaze unflinching.

“What the fuck?” Liam finally sputtered.

Draco shrugged. “He needed it,” he answered. “I'd do anything for Harry.” Those eyes gleamed silver and Liam shivered at the intense look in them. “Anything.”

It really hit Liam then. He'd thought he understood in Gotti's study how fucked up this kid was, but he didn't and he likely never would. Only someone who'd been through it could truly understand. These boys were kids, but they'd also been slaves. Their bodies had been used and broken, their very spirits twisted. They'd seen death and committed murder. They'd had to survive in a world Liam could hardly imagine, and his own childhood hadn't been roses and puppies, either. He'd have to accept the result or walk away because he had no business messing with them now that they'd managed to get free.

He was ashamed at how tempted he was to leave them. It was just so damn fucked up. It was hard to look right at the evidence reality had left on the boys. A reality that Liam had contributed to with his own hands and choices. How many times had he picked up kids and women for the men on Gotti's payroll as rewards or incentives? How many pounds of dugs had he sold and pushed? How many people had he beaten or killed? How dare he turn away, too much of a coward to see what his world had wrought? Liam felt dark self-hatred well in his gut. Brendon had faced these kids head on and trusted Liam to do the same.

He turned away, afraid Draco would see his many sins. “Let's get back,” he rasped, shaking.

There was a rustling sound and low murmurs as the boys slowly got to their feet. Liam was directed to a crevice in one of the rock walls and he pulled out a large duffle and backpack. He shouldered both and followed behind the two little boys.

They walked hand-in-hand, leaning toward each other, perfectly in sync. Exhaustion hung heavy around them, but there was also an obvious contentment. It may be fucked up, but Liam could only be deeply grateful that the boys had found some peace among the ruin that had been their lives.

Chapter end.

A/N: I wrote this chapter three times, each time changing the POV. In the end, I preferred it from Liam's POV the whole way through.
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