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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
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Harry was lost in a whirlpool of despair, the ground crumbling away from his feet. The woods literally tilted and swayed in his vision. Cracks appeared in the world around him and words screamed out of the depths, spewing the horrible truth - Freak Cursed Unwanted Burden Alone.

And then Draco was there. Holding him together even as it felt like he was coming apart chunks at a time, spilling darkness from his very soul. His skin felt slimy. He wanted to climb out of it and disappear forever, but Draco held him, claimed him, and a new sense of failure drenched Harry in acid on top of the - guilt fear self-hate despair - that already consumed him. He had failed Draco! He had doubted him.

Pain slashed through the tumult. It silenced the screams. Tree branches and a cloudy night sky came into view. The world steadied. More pain. Crying, he turned his head to see Draco. The blond was punishing him. Harry gasped as another bite tore his skin. It hurt! Hurt so much, and Harry trembled in relief.

Yes! Draco!

The darkness bled free of his body and slowly he became Draco's once more. His hands, wrists, shoulders, and neck throbbed hotly, the pain intense. Draco pushed up his shirts, sweater, and jacket, revealing his lower stomach. Harry held his breath as those teeth bit viciously down above his hip bone. He arched with a gasp, tears and blood falling, washing him clean.

Yours, I'm yours Draco, make it all go away, love you, Draco, yours please...

Slight pressure on his thighs and Harry spread them without hesitation even as everything burned. Draco bit him hard straight through his jeans on the soft part of his inner thigh. The sharp pinch hurt worse than the others and Harry gave a little whine, thighs opening further, giving Draco more room.

He was trembling, shaking. He knew what was coming as Draco turned his head and did the same to the other side. Harry squeezed his eyes shut and forced his body to go even more limp. He was Draco's. Everything would be okay if he belonged to Draco. Draco was the light. Draco was real.

Harry hardly felt the last two bites to his ankles. Then Draco was there, face inches from his own. Sobbing, desperate, he stared into Draco's silver eyes as the blond bent and took his bottom lip between his teeth. He bit down and Harry felt the world explode as the pain transmuted into a pleasure so great it set him on fire. With a gasp, he sank into the pain, sank into Draco, letting the blond infold him completely.

After a time of hazy bliss, Draco shook him, telling him they had to go. Dizzy, weak, he got to his feet feeling like jelly. Warm blood coated his skin, the bites throbbed as he clung to Draco's hand. He put one foot in front of the other as they made their way through the dark, fog-shrouded woods. The pain anchored him, kept him from falling back into the darkness. With trembling fingers, he touched his hip. The bite was sharp and real. Draco was real, and he was Draco's.

- happy peace love gratitude -

Draco's hand tightened around his and Harry looked to see those silver eyes watching him. The blond gave him a smile and Harry felt warm all the way through. * It's okay, Harry. Everything's all right. You're mine. I've got you. *

Harry smiled tearfully and leaned into Draco's warmth. “Yours,” he whispered, lip thick and throbbing. “Yours.”

xxx

Once they had gotten back to the apartment, they had been given the bedroom, Liam saying he was fine with the couch. It was morning. The bedroom window had no curtains and revealed an overcast day. The walls were white. The bed had no head or baseboard; it sat on a frame and was pressed into the corner of the room. The sheets were cheap against their naked skin, the comforter a plain blue, and the pillows were flat. There was a wooden dresser with clothes peeking out of the almost shut drawers. Items were scattered carelessly on top; watches, rings, a lamp, a few paperback books. Last, there was a closet with a cracked-mirrored door. It wasn't nearly as nice as Brendon's place.

Draco stretched and looked beside him. His arm was numb where Harry was curled around it, head pillowed on his shoulder. He felt a pang of love so strong it nearly brought tears to his eyes. The boy had felt such pain that he hadn't even been able to hear Draco when he'd yelled straight into his mind. It had been beyond horrific, and Draco was determined to make sure Harry never felt like that again.

Those beautiful green eyes fluttered open, and he gave Harry a warm smile as he continued running his fingers through the boy's messy hair. Harry gave a sweet smile back, his bottom lip splitting again and beginning to bleed. Draco gently touched the cuts with his fingertips before fisting the boy's hair and bringing Harry up to meet his mouth. The kiss was long and languid, the taste of Harry's blood – the symbol of absolute trust – made Draco shiver in pleasure.

Eventually, he released his hold on Harry's hair, and Harry lifted his head and saw for the first time the damage to Draco's face. He gasped. The bruises had darkened to black and purple, so it was no wonder Harry was distressed at seeing them. Draco knew without being asked what Harry wanted.

“Yes, you may. And I want ya to heal yer mouth, too. But the rest...” He brushed his fingers over the bruised and scabbed bite on Harry's neck. “Those stay. To remind you yer mine.”

“Draco!” Harry gave a happy cry and wrapped Draco in a tight hug – joy gratitude love.

Draco held him just as tightly, feeling protective, but then Harry was pulling away. His lips and tongue slid across Draco's skin. The boy sucked lovingly at the bruise on his temple for a few moments before leaving a warm, wet trail as he moved to Draco's jaw and mouth. Feeling cherished, he groaned as Harry's lips skimmed down his neck, over his shoulder, and began to suck at the bruise on his upper arm where Luongo had grabbed him.

Humming, warmth lapping gently at his limbs, Draco scratched gently at Harry's scalp. He felt like he was being held by sunbeams. The bond practically vibrated with – lovelovelovelove; it was a never-ending song. Purring, he arched into Harry's touch as the boy left his arm and dragged his hands down his chest, stomach, and thighs. Settling between his legs, Harry began to suck at his torn knees. Draco twisted the sheets under his hands as he gave a long, low moan of pleasure.

It seemed to go on for an eternity. Heat and love flowed freely between them until they were both panting and wet with sweat. When it was finished, Draco held Harry to his chest, leaving little kisses over his eyes and nose, Harry giggling and squirming in his arms.

The peaceful moment ended when a knock sounded at the door. “It's almost noon. You guys gonna come out and eat?”

“Give us a minute!” Draco called back. He looked down and framed Harry's face in his hands. He gave the boy a quick kiss before leaving the bed. “We're with Brendon's brother,” he explained as he got some clothes from the duffle for them both. “You can talk to 'em if you want, but ya don't gotta listen. You only gotta do what I say, understand?” he demanded, helping Harry pull on a shirt.

Harry met his eyes and nodded. “Yes, Draco. Yours.”

Draco grinned and ruffled the boy's hair. “That's right.” Taking Harry by the hand, he opened the bedroom door and stepped into the living room.

Liam was in the kitchen, hip leaning against the kitchen counter, his arms crossed over his chest. There was the smell of cooking food in the air. “Go sit down. I'll bring you a plate.”

Draco towed Harry to the couch and sat; Liam followed them with the food.

“Breakfast is served,” he said cheerfully and handed them two plates of scrambled eggs with bacon.

Harry took the offering, head bowed to hide behind his bangs.

Draco met Liam's stare and offered a polite, “Thanks.”

Liam gave an awkward shrug and went back to the kitchen to clean up.

Draco ate a little more than half before handing his plate to Harry. The boy had already eaten everything on his. He opened his mouth to protest, but Draco narrowed his eyes and the boy quickly took it and began to eat. Liam came and sat on the far end of the couch next to Draco and slouched down against the corner. Draco eyed him.

Liam had the exact same eyes as Brendon, the shape, color, everything. It was weird. Especially since he didn't have the same mentality behind those eyes. He was more flexible, more emotional. Their facial features were similar, too, but Liam was smaller than his brother, more lean with whipcord muscle, his features a little more narrow and sharp. Where Brendon had dark brown hair, Liam had black, and it was wavy, falling to his shoulders while Brendon had kept his short.

Today Liam wore a black muscle shirt with a single gold chain around his neck, a matching gold watch, and dark blue jeans. Heavy combat boots were on his feet, the laces untied. Draco wanted to be suspicious of the man, and he was, but at the same time Liam reminded him of Brendon. It was hard not to believe in a person who died protecting you, and Brendon had entrusted them to Liam. Like his older brother, he was offering Draco a safe place until he could fend for himself. However, unlike with Brendon, their safety had strings. Strings with Gotti's hands on them.

Liam may be loyal to Gotti, but from Draco's perspective the man was no different from Raymond or Luongo. He was a filthy thug. Draco had no interest in serving him, and he wanted Harry far out of reach of guys like that. However, they had nowhere else to go. Liam was right. He needed a few years, just a few, before he could support Harry on his own.

“What's the plan?” he finally asked.

Liam slanted him a glance and gave a sigh before slouching further down into the couch. “Brendon left me everything, so I have money. We can start looking for a bigger place. It's too late in the year to try and get you in school. We'll wait until August to do that.” He lifted a hand to rub at his eyes. “Not sure if I'm going to keep the club or not. Don't know how to run it, really. Still, if I sell, it's gotta be to the right person. Brendon loved that place.” His hand dropped and he stared up at the ceiling. “Said it was the only place in the city people like him could truly be free and accepted.”

Draco saw Harry had finished eating. He nudged the boy gently with his shoulder. “Go wash up.”

Harry smiled happily and hurried into the kitchen.

“You know that's not normal, right?” Liam asked softly.

Draco's eyes snapped up and narrowed dangerously.

Liam lifted his hands. “I'm not interfering. I'm just saying. If you're going to try and blend, you might want to think about it, is all.”

“Let me worry 'bout that,” Draco answered stiffly. “How're we gonna look for a new place?”

Liam shrugged and sat up, stretching in the same way Brendon had. “I'm gonna talk to an agent. You coming?”

Draco nodded.

As Liam got ready to go, Draco came up to Harry and gave him a hug from behind and a quick kiss on the cheek. “We're goin' out. We'll be back by dinner, 'kay? Have somethin' ready for us ta eat.”

Harry grinned, almost elbow deep in warm soapy water. “Okay!” - love trust happy.

“Don't let no one know yer here, and don't open the door fer anyone.”

“Yes, Draco,” Harry answered solemnly.

Draco smiled and kissed him one last time before grabbing his jacket and following Liam out the door. He made sure Liam locked the apartment before they headed downstairs.

xxx

The next week passed quickly. Harry was left in charge of the apartment and packing as they toured Queens with a real-estate agent. They saw dozens of apartments and argued over each one. Draco insisted the place had to have a nice kitchen and an in-unit laundry. Liam wanted a nice-sized living room where he could put his big couch. He insisted it would be coming with them. Draco preferred two bathrooms and insisted on two bedrooms. Liam agreed on the bedrooms, but he didn't see why they couldn't share a bathroom. Draco didn't want an apartment higher than the third floor of the building; Liam demanded they keep their search to Queens so that he was near work and his boss.

Finally, after many hours hunting, arguing with each other, and haggling with the real-estate agent, they found a place. Liam paid out the ass to break his lease, and by the next day, he signed on with the new apartment building. Harry had everything already boxed and labeled with hand-drawn pictures so that he knew where everything was. They were ready to move.

It was decided that Harry would leave an hour before Draco and Liam. Hopefully, Gotti's people, if they were watching, would think Harry was just some kid who lived in the apartment. They picked him up at the end of the block. On the way to their new place, Draco insisted they stop at a bedding store.

Harry gushed over all the soft sheets and pillows, making even Liam grin as the boy ran this way and that. In the end, Harry favored a dark green, silk-blend sheet set with a grey comforter. Harry was so excited and thankful, he practically hung on Draco's arm, his cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling happily. Liam didn't even flinch at the bill at the register. He was starting to empathize with Draco's willingness to do anything to make Harry happy.

The apartment was on the fourth floor, but it had a large kitchen and living room with a small nook for a small dining table. There were large windows that had a pretty nice view of the city and there were two bedrooms. Unfortunately, there was only one bathroom, but it was roomy with a large tub. It even had the required attached laundry room.

Liam was lazy by nature so he'd paid off some of Gotti's men to move the furniture and boxes, so everything was already in the apartment when they arrived with Harry's new bedding in hand. Draco hadn't liked the idea of thugs in their new place, but it was stupid to think Gotti wouldn't know where they had moved. Still, he insisted that extra locks, the best money could buy, be installed on the front door as well as the bedroom door. If it gave Draco peace of mind, Liam didn't mind complying.

“I've really come up in the world,” he muttered, standing at the window and looking out at the buildings. He had never stayed in a place this nice.

Draco and Harry were behind him, sitting on the living room floor talking quietly, boxes were strewn around the room as they worked on sorting through them. He'd only known the boys for seven days, one day more than Brendon had, and yet they were already becoming a type of family. It was all so crazy.

“You need'ta decide what to do with the club,” Draco suddenly spoke up, blond hair tucked behind his ears, expression as open and friendly as it ever got, but as always he looked directly into Liam's eyes.

Liam couldn't get used to that. Sustained eye contact was rarer than you'd think. It was chilling and compelling at once. “Yeah, yeah,” he muttered and strode past them toward the kitchen. Just like Brendon, Draco was so damn bossy!

He'd just opened the fridge and was looking for a drink when the phone rang. Sighing, he shut the heavy door and picked up the phone. “Yeah?” A pause as he listened, then, “Sure thing.” Liam hung up the phone and went to grab his jacket. Draco was already watching him, always on the alert. “I got a job. Don't know when I'll be back.”

He tossed the boys a wave and went out the door. He didn't bother locking it. Sure enough, not three seconds later, he heard Draco turn the dead bolt, attach the security chain, and flick the doorknob lock. Shaking his head, he left them to their nesting.

xxx

Harry yawned. It was late, but they had managed to finish most of the unpacking. Liam wasn't back yet, but Draco didn't seem worried about it. Smiling, he crawled into bed with Draco. He was so glad Draco liked sleeping without clothes. This was his favorite time of day, when he could lay wrapped in Draco's arms, their bare skin warm everywhere it touched.

“What do ya think of the place?” Draco asked quietly, drawing his fingers gently through Harry's hair.

He lifted his head from Draco's shoulder and looked up into his eyes. “Love it, Draco. Love you.”

Draco sighed in contentment and brought Harry's mouth to his for a deep kiss. “Let's check out the parks 'round here tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Harry agreed happily. He settled back down into Draco's side. Loving the scent of Draco's skin, he took a deep breath. “Thank you, Draco,” he whispered. “For everything.”

A soft snore was his answer.

Smiling, Harry closed his eyes.

xxx

Later that week Liam decided to keep the club. Gotti was as confident and arrogant as ever concerning the case the Feds were making, but there was talk that the Feds had airtight evidence and that the witnesses couldn't be found in order for the mob to shut them up. There was a chance, small as it was, that Gotti wouldn't make it. In fact, there was a chance the mafia wouldn't make it.

He shuddered to think of the chaos that would result and of the unorganized criminals who would fill that void. If that came to be, he wasn't going to stick around. The club would become his only source of income. He couldn't live day-to-day anymore. The boys weren't cheap. The apartment alone cost nearly a thousand dollars a month. That was why he broached the topic to Draco one evening after dinner before the boys went to bed.

It had taken a few days, but Liam had finally convinced them to stop their nocturnal wanderings. He thought the argument that had finally won Draco over was that it was very unusual for kids to be out at night and it could bring undue attention from the police or social services. Liam still didn't have their forged paperwork yet, so it was essential to fly under the radar. Whatever the case, the boys were now in before dark and slept through the night.

“I'm keeping the club. You know anyone Brendon trusted who can help me figure things out?” he asked.

Draco and Harry were curled up in the corner of the couch. Harry was already half asleep as Draco pet his hair as one would a cat. However, the blond went from relaxed to alert in a second. “Anyone who worked the basement had to've been trusted.”

Liam was sitting on the floor, his back to the opposite end of the couch, the middle cushion between him and the kids. He sighed and slouched down. “Basement wasn't exactly on the books.”

“But he had to pay 'em,” Draco answered, eyes narrowed as he thought hard. “Call up everyone he gave money to and ask where they worked. If they act shifty, then ya know they worked the basement. Worth a try anyway.”

Liam perked up. “Didn't think of that. The only one I talked to was the head bartender. He knew a lot about the bar, but nothing about the basement or what it cost to keep the club open or anything. He was looking forward to getting shifts again, though.” He snorted with a grin. “My brother wouldn't hire fools. At least I know the people Brendon hired will be good at their jobs. If I can tempt them to stay with the club, that would be great.”

There was a long pause and he looked up to see Draco staring at him thoughtfully. Liam looked back to the tv, uncomfortable with and flattered by the concern all at the same time. “I'll be fine. Got to figure it out if we're gonna make it. Need the money, honestly.” A small hand touched his hair. He was so shocked that he held perfectly still. This was the first time since he'd met the boys that either one of them had touched him.

Seeing that Liam was allowing the touch, Draco rested his hand more firmly on his head and began to stroke his hair slowly and softly. “It's better if we both understand it. We'll go together.”

Liam felt his eyes burn with tears. He clenched his fists and cleared his throat. “I got it. You don't have to.”

Draco gave a sharp, painful tug at his hair before continuing the petting motion. “I'm going. I want to learn how it works.”

Liam understood perfectly. Draco had to be a part of what was keeping them alive. He had to have some control over it. The kid really was like Brendon, but even though they had the same unusually controlling personality, they were different people at the same time.

Draco was even less emotional than Brendon had been. He wasn't prone to laughter or jokes. He smiled and played, but there was a serious edge even to his play. He was also more fiercely protective and paranoid. It was true Draco wanted to go back to the club for all those reasons, but Liam sensed that somehow he had slipped into the circle of Draco's protection and that the blond knew how difficult it was for him to face Brendon's club, the place Brendon had created and loved.

Letting his tears fall, Liam closed his eyes and let his head fall back on the couch. Draco's warm fingers brushed over his forehead and pressed his hair back in slow, soothing motions. It made the tears fall harder and his breath hitch.

He heard movement but wasn't ready to open his eyes. Suddenly he felt something press against his head on the side and slightly cooler fingers on his wet cheek. With Draco still petting him, he knew it must be Harry and he opened his eyes shocked that Draco let the boy touch him, in his circle or not.

The blond had moved so that he was sitting directly next to Liam's head. Harry had shifted to curl up on Draco's other side, head in the blond's lap only a few inches from Liam's. Those sleepy green eyes were warm and full of an easy love, the complete opposite of Draco's temperament. Harry was a painfully sweet kid.

Liam smiled tearfully, a sob rising in his throat. He lifted his hand and Harry moved his fingers from his face to hold onto it tightly. Liam turned his face toward Draco's legs, hiding it slightly from view, and let all the emotion he'd been pushing away rise to the surface.

He missed Brendon so damn much, but he also cried for Draco who was incredibly brilliant and strong and had been hurt so badly that murder came easy and trust so damn hard. Cried for Harry who was so freaking gentle and kind and had been so broken that he couldn't exist now without obedience. Wept because Brendon should have been here a part of all this. They had wanted a family to belong to all their lives, and when they'd finally found one, Brendon was gone.

xxx

Draco woke Harry with kisses. His heart beat in anticipation. Today he and Liam would be going back to the club. He'd had no idea he would ever go back, but at the same time it felt right. Brendon's place had been their very first safe haven. It had been the place they had found freedom. It was their first bed with soft sheets, hot baths and sweet soap, warm food twice a day, sunshine, and parks; it was a powerful place. He suspected Harry felt the same since the boy had chosen green sheets for their bed, the same green that had been in their bedroom at Brendon's.

What had happened there had been horrible, and it still gave them terrible nightmares, but regardless it remained the foundation of their lives. It had saved them once and continued to keep them alive by giving them money and security. Draco couldn't escape it, and he didn't even want to. Plus, Liam couldn't go alone.

He had no idea what had flipped in his head, but when he saw Liam's pain, saw the vulnerable line of the man's exposed neck, some part of him suddenly saw Liam as Brendon's Harry. That meant that Liam had lost his Draco. The idea was so painful that he immediately felt responsible and protective of the man. He couldn't leave Liam to deal with the club alone.

“While we're gone, ya can do some cleaning,” Draco told his boy when their mouths parted. He smiled, enjoying the look of Harry's flushed cheeks and happy smile. “We've been goin' to the park everyday so you got lots of laundry to do.”

- happy love - “Yes, Draco.”

He nodded, content to know Harry would have tasks to do and wouldn't be lonely or fall into the darkness again. They got up and dressed, Draco running his hand down Harry's arm and back whenever he came within reach. Once they were ready, Harry began making breakfast and Draco went and knocked on Liam door.

“Get ready,” he called through the wood. “Breakfast will be done soon.” He would have gone in, but Liam had requested that Draco knock and wait to be invited as a soft rule. He saw no reason not to respect that.

An hour later, they were ready to leave. Harry had already started the breakfast dishes as Draco came and kissed his cheek goodbye. Liam stepped close and stood awkwardly, aware things had changed, but not sure exactly what that meant or what was expected.

Harry turned and offered him a soapy hand with a soft smile – compassion care – flooding the bond. Liam took the offered hand and squeezed it gently, his whole expression going soft, a wide smile spreading across his young face.

Harry's gentle eyes returned to Draco and a feeling of – trust – rose above the others. Draco knew that meant the boy trusted him to take care of Liam as well as him. It made his chest swell with pride. * You come first, Harry. Always. But I'll make sure he's alright. *

Harry nodded, trusting Draco completely, and flashed a happy smile at them both. “See you soon. Love you.”

“Love you,” Draco answered, pleased, and brushed his fingers down the boy's cheek before following Liam to the door.

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